Be someone's chicken soup person

 

Ain't no, 16 Tons going to keep me down, Momma. 

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"I was born one mornin' when the sun didn't shine,

I picked up my shovel, and I walked to the mine,

I loaded 16 tons of number nine coal

And the straw boss said, 

"Well, a-bless my soul."

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Momma always called me her chicken soup boy. She came to call "Chicken Soup Boy" when we were homeless and spending our nights sleeping in the train station. 

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One night when we settled down on our usual wooden bench. We were surrounded by all our worldly possessions of one suitcase and two paper bags; tears started running down her face, and she kept apologizing for our circumstances. I looked at her, and said Momma doesn't this bench feel softer tonight? I'm starting to like this place. 

Don't be sorry; it is like Ernie Ford's song 16 tons. 

I'm strong, 

I'm big, and

I am loving these 16 tons. 

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She looked at me, wiped her tears, and said you are like chicken soup for a cold. You are warm, good, and fill my heart to the brim. It wasn't easy back then, and to be honest, it was me crying most nights. Things often get worst when you are down. Victor Hugo said, "Misery follows poverty." The poor have been carrying the load for this world for far too long. Somethings break you, and some make you. Momma carried her 16 tons with dignity, grace, and love.

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Neither Poverty nor any 16 tons made me. I was made strong by a mother whose love still sustains me. 

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We all have loads to carry, woes to bear, and dark nights find daylight. 

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Friends, may your load grow lighter, and dignity, grace, and love always lift you up. 

Keep the faith,

Dr. Jesse P. Turner 

AKA Momma's Chicken Soup Boy

If you like to listen to the song that inspired my walk today, its Tennesse Bernie Ford 16 Tons  

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We either lift each other, or we all fall 

Critical Race Theory Hysteria, or just more White Supremacy noise

 Who are these Anti-Critical Race Theory Hysterical running around talking about what is history and what is not?

They are the GOP Legislators who banned Ethnic Studies in the Arizona Public Schools? The United States Supreme Court threw their legislation out. Truth matters in history, no matter how uncomfortable it makes us feel.

These people think Slavery, Native American studies, Labor, Immigration, Women's Suffrage, Voting Rights, Civil Rights, LGBTQ Rights, and Human Rights should be kept out of America's public schools.

Don't be fooled, this is everyone's history, and this is about a group of racists who only want their narrative told in our public schools. Here is my Brainwaves Anthology interview on Critical Race Theory, it is just one of the dozens coming from scholars of all Races, Faiths, backgrounds. Scholars are committed to social justice and historical truths. Scholars who are giving no ground to White Supremacists who think decide on whose stories get told in our communities, schools, governments, and nation.

Fight the power,

Dr. Jesse P. Turner

Uniting to Save Our Schools. Hope you take the 13 minutes to listen to my take on CRT. You decide White Noise, or....

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GHu4k8tuKgw&ab_channel=TheBrainwavesVideoAnthology If you like to listen to the tune inspiring my blog today, it Public Enemy's "Fight The Power" cause they were in the fight from the start people. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mmo3HFa2vjg

Old Bone love

 

"Love bones"

Dedicated to Jesse Sherman Turner and one Nicholas Cullen 

When I was young once,
When the world was new,
When it turned upside down,
When hate was everywhere on the news,
When assassins killed our heroes.
His old bones were there,
His smile was there,
His words held me strong.

The boy: " Grandfather,

A boy at school's grandfather died,
Please stop growing old,
Please stay right here with me,
Forever Grandfather.

Grandfather: 

You can't see it now, but
These old bones feel so wonderfully good.
They have been everywhere,
They have loved your grandmother,
Loved your parents,
Loved my sons and daughters,
Seen war and peace,
Mostly these old bones see you,
My namesake grandson. 

Boy: 

Grandfather, who will take me to the library,
Who will teach me how to tend the garden,
Who will teach me to catch ground balls,
Who will call me on the phone, just to talk?

Grandfather:

Old bones have magic,
Let me show you,
He placed his hand on my heart,
I am planting my love bones in this heart of yours.
Then he said to go across the room,
Can you feel my love bones?
Go into the kitchen can you feel my love bones,
Go all the way up the stairs,
Go out to the garden,
Run. All the way to the corner, 

Did you feel my love in all those places?

Boy:

Yes,
I felt it everywhere.

Grandfather:

That is the way old bones work,
They build up love for years, decades, lifetimes,
Those love bones heal,
Bring,
Joy,
Hope,
Strength,
Power.

Grandfather:
Old bones love eternal,
Old bone love is magic,
Old bones love transcends life, death, distance.

Grandfather:

I have sealed my old love bones in your heart,
No one can take them,
No one can break them,
No one, but you can touch them.

Boy:

But, can't you stop growing old?

Grandfather:

If these bones stopped growing old?
Your bones would not grow stronger,
You would never find the love of your life,
Feel the value of a lifetime of good work,
Travel the world,
Know that peace is better than war,
Love is stronger than hate,
Besides, I have locked my love bones in your heart?
Wherever you go,
Where ever you stand.
Whatever comes your way,
I will be there!

The Boy : 

60 years later,
I can feel those love bones stronger than ever.

The Boy:

I love these old bones:
I love their magic,
Their strength,
Their hope,
Their love, and
I am locking them into the hearts I love.
After all,
Isn't this how young bones grow strong?

Loving these old bones.,
Jesse The Walking Man Turner 

If you want to listen to the tune that inspires these bones, it is Harry Chapin who left this world far too soon, but left the world a lacacy of love bones. 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fW0vjZiu_rw