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Zoe and Those Feline Blues…

Zoe the Fabulous Feline, aka Zoe Gmitter,  has a wonderful summers-end story for us. Humor, sunshine and shadows, and a best friend highlight this titillating tale. Even her human, Emily, is mentioned more than once 🙂

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Zoe and Those Feline Blues

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I can hear you all now. Zoe’s got the blues? Yes, I do . . . well, I did. Now I’m doing the happy dance! Before you go diagnosing me with some sort of mood disorder, let me explain this story of mixed emotions.

Before I do, though—a big “hello!” to my fellow felines, and to those friends of the canine and humanine persuasion, as well. To anyone who may not know me, my name is Zoe and I am a fabulous feline (so fabulous, I coin new words as needed to suit my purpose). I write about my adventures, and sometimes about my life with my human, Emily, which can be an adventure.

I hope you all are having a wonderful summer, though its end is fast approaching. I hate endings, don’t you? Some say an end is just a new beginning. “When one…

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Nostalgia Post No.1: My Grandmother’s Indian Head – Guest Post…

Lorinda J Taylor  shares a bit of family history centered around an intriguing family heirloom. Hop over to The Story Reading Ape to see her lovely photos and share a bit of your nostalgia…

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It sits on the floor and the cat is scared to death.  She’s never seen at eye-level a nearly life-sized plaster bust of a Native American Chief in full-feathered headdress.  She skirts the edge of the living room, never taking her saucer-sized eyes off this menacing object.  We all laugh hilariously.  LOL, for sure, if that abbreviation had even been known back in the mid-1960s.

 I’ve been hauling that thing around ever since then, through many moves.  Right now it’s sitting on the sideboard in my dining room, surrounded by antique photos, as you can see in the accompanying pictures.  That’s my grandmother at the left of the left-hand picture, with two of her friends, taken in the 1890’s when she was a “teenager” (another term never used in those early days) and the belle of the small town.  And that’s my grandmother in the middle picture…

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The Negro Spiritual – A Historical Document – Guest Post…

Outstanding guest post by Yecheilyah Ysrayl on The Story Reading Ape’s blog explaining the power and significance of and the veiled messages within Negro Spirituals…

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The so-called “slave songs” of the United States are best understood when they are considered as expressions of individual Negroes which can be dated and assigned to a geographical locale. They are, in brief, historical documents”. – Miles Mark Fisher, Negro Slave Songs in the United States

Go down Moses
Way down in Egypt’s land
Tell ole
Pharaoh
To let my people go!”

During slavery in the United States, there were systematic efforts to strip the identity of the captive. When the so-called African was taken from the West coast of Africa, it was not a simple transition of country, to ship, to land, but he had to undergo an entire initiation process before stepping foot on the plantations of America. His name, being the most important, was taken from him, followed by his way of life which was stripped from him, and his history book taken from…

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Treasure – A Guest Post Story by Andrew Joyce…

Andrew Joyce delights us with a little story about finding a treasure but not being able to tell anyone … 🙂

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He stumbled upon the treasure quite by accident. He was exploring the vicinity when he happened upon it. His first thought was: This cannot be real. He approached gingerly. Someone might be playing a trick on him. Maybe he was being observed. But no one sprung from a concealed location, no one yelled for him to halt his advance; it seemed safe to move forward. When he arrived at the treasure, he bent down to touch it, just to make sure it was real. After one touch, he fled to better-known and safer environs.

That night he could not sleep for thinking of what he had discovered. He thought and thought of ways he could explain it to members of his tribe. If he suddenly showed up with the treasure, anything he said would be suspect. One does not find treasure of this sort every day. No, he would have…

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