Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Joe and Norman (School Yard Days)



Imagine this... a bunch of musicians just happen to be vibing with each other, and they start spontaneously to jam, and the resulting beat and melody is so in sync that you really couldn’t have planned it better. Have you seen this video on Youtube btw? It is kind of what I mean.

That video came to my mind when my awesome co-facilitators told me what happened a couple weeks ago when I was out of town: our seniors ended up telling stories about the same topic! This was a surprise because one of the things I believe in and speak at length about in our Facilitator Training Guide is that we never give out prompts to the group. Picking the topic is the first step to telling your story, and we want our seniors to express themselves with total and complete freedom every time they sit at our table. What happens every week is that we have quiet time when everyone writes, then one by one everyone reads out loud what has already been committed to paper – and it was during the read-out-loud time that the group slowly realized everyone had written about what Hazel calls "School Yard Days."

Enjoy stories from Joe and Norman from that beautifully unscriptable day. Stay tuned for two more to follow, by Hazel and Frances:

Joe Garrison
7.10.2014
Double Dare

When I was in elementary school, I could get away with a lot of stuff. I always got along with all of my teachers and they would let me do stuff and not say anything. This went all the way into college. But in elementary school, there were two things I did that still stick out to me. When I was nine years old, I was quite the daredevil.

On Tuesdays, we would all go to the library to exchange books. One Tuesday, I saw a little girl named Nancy and, out of the clear blue sky, without provocation, I kissed her! I must have dared myself to do it. The whole school was talking about it and so a few days later I was called into the principal's office and lectured about it and told that I shouldn't just go kissing girls!

Another thing I did was in our classrooms we had these huge bookcases and one of them was empty. One of my friends dared me to crawl into that empty bookcase and stay there for a whole class period. And I did! The air in there wasn't that bad. At the end of the class, my teacher, Mr. Grey, pulled me out and told me to never, ever do something like that again.

Looking back, I can't believe I did those things. But I pity kids now who are trapped in such ridged structures at school, and get in so much trouble for just being kids.

Norman Cain
7.10.2014
My Favorite Teacher

When I was a student at the Martha Washington Elementary School in West Phila between Jan 1946 and Jan 1954, I had three teachers.

My first teacher was Ms. Washington, a strict but fair kindergarten teacher who was known for her hugs and swift licks across the posteriors of the naughty.
My second teacher was Ms. Crowell who unlike Ms. Washington did not give out hugs. She specialized in cracking knuckles with rulers, whacking posteriors with yardsticks and occasionally stinging slaps across the face. Any of the preceding horrors could be administered for not knowing the correct answer to a math question.

In spite of my being on of the best readers in her class for four years, she attempted on several occasions to have me admitted to a school for incapable and/or slow learners. I admit that the only class I excelled in was reading. I failed all of the others. That was because of my constant daydreaming.

One of my favorite dreams was arresting Ms. Crowell when I became an adult, because then I would be a sheriff…like in the Cowboy pictures.
My last elementary school teacher, and favorite teacher of all time was Mrs. Carter. I was assigned to Mrs. Carter’s Special Ed class when I reached the fifth grade.
The class was much smaller than the other fifth grade classes. In the two years that I was a student of Mrs. Carter, we had no more than 14 students…other fifth grade classes had at least 30 students.

Mrs. Carter’s illuminating and loving spirit filled the classroom and was a relief that calmed her students who had the potential to become nervous.
Maybe that is why our class was in an isolated corner of the building and why students from the other classes did not bother us.

But, like I said, the class respected Mrs. Carter; therefore, we read in a tranquil atmosphere. Mrs. Carter built our confidence by starting each class with a show and tell session. Each year she would take us to her husband’s dental office, which was located across the street from the school. With a huge grin he would show us his equipment and give us a lecture on dental health. We found Dr. Carter to be as amiable as Mrs. Carter and we loved him as much as we loved Mrs. Carter.
Mrs. Carter was dedicated, compassionate, enthusiastic, patient, motivating and among many other positive attributes, understanding.

She understood how badly I felt when I was dismissed from the glee club for not being able to sing. She arranged for me to be the school messenger for the day.
I felt proud to have the job as messenger, which outranked erasing and cleaning the blackboard, sweeping the floor and emptying the wastebasket.
Being a messenger was just as important as being on the Safety Patrol…even if the position was merely a one-time deal.

The day that I was a messenger I was, in my opinion, dressed to kill. My shoes sparkled. I had on a white shirt, blue pants and a red jacket.
I was so cool. I felt a keen sense of elation when I entered each classroom with a message.

When I graduated from Elementary School, I felt a double sense of elation. Surprisingly, I won the honor of being the lead student in Mrs. Carter’s class. My mother was happy for me but she could not help saying with a smile, “If Norman was the best student in the class God help the school.”

Well God…through Mrs. Carter did help the rest of the class, including myself, for when several of Mrs. Carter’s students were assigned to an all boys class of so-called “delinquents” and “slow-achievers” in the eighth grade of high school, four of us became class officers.

In other words, we held every available office: President, Vice President, Secretary, and Treasurer. Incidentally I was class treasurer at some point.
We have all done relatively well. Mrs. Carter undoubtedly had a hand in our success. I am a life time student. I’ve had a multitude of teachers. Mrs. Carter is the best teacher that I have ever had. Thank God for Mrs. Carter.

Wednesday, July 16, 2014

Day Day Good


I gave myself an unprecedented two-week break from the blog – hope you guys aren’t too upset with me!! I had a good reason. I was in Seattle visiting my family including my amazing grandma who inspired me to start Best Day in the first place. For those of you who are just joining us, I talk about why, when and how I started this organization here: www.fooklingbenitacooper.com

My grandma and I speak in Cantonese, and I have translated “The Best Day of My Life So Far” generally for her many times over the years, but she and I have never really savored these words together, transporting them back and forth like delicate little packages between the English and Chinese vocabularies, and figuring out how to really recreate this sequence of words and retain their flavor in Chinese. What was really cool was how quickly my grandma came up with the perfect translation.

“Oh! Day Day Good,” she repeated a few times, nodding and smiling. “Day Day Good.”

In Chinese, “Day” spoken twice means every day. It’s that simple. That’s all we’re trying to do here. Here, inspired by my grandma, we tell stories in order to make every day good. I hope you guys are cool with that.

Mo McCooper
5.8.2014
Dr. Jack

When I was in grade school, not yet playing basketball in any leagues yet, I was able to watch men play on teams in the Narberth Summery League. Many of the players had served in the World War including Jack Ramsay who played for St. Joseph's College after "Frog Man" duty in the US Navy.

My dad pointed him out to me along with other veterans. Some had been on three state championship teams from Lower Merion High School including the great Greer Heindfell who became captain of the University of Pennsylvania team.

Jack Ramsay coached local high schools before accepting the head coaching position at St. Joseph's College (soon to be University) which became nationally known as a small school with almost all Philadelphia area players which would upset large highly ranked national teams during the season or in the post season tournaments with pressured defense and patient offense.

Ramsay became general manager of the Philadelphia 76ers and they won the NBA Championship in the 1966-67 season with Wilt Chamberlain at the center position. Later as coach of the Portland Trail Blazers, Jack won the NBA Championship with Bill Walton at center position. They defeated the Phila team in the finals.

Jack Ramsay expired a few weeks ago. The funeral and services were in Florida.

Rochelle Tynes
5.08.2014
The Person To Whom I'm Most Grateful

The person to whom I’m most grateful – Rather the human being to whom I am most grateful. 

I met my very good friend when we were in college together many years ago.

We have shared a great many experiences together since our meeting and during our talks have learned that we had a great many similar life experiences and worked at a similar work place.  Our children’s lives have crossed and they were/are friendly.  But mostly she has been my older sister friend, confidant, listening ear, advisor and health and black history information giver.  Yesterday, or rather last night, [I learned] that she has had breast cancer for six years and is in stage three of her condition.

My prayer and hope is that I will be as great a help to her during this time as she has been to me throughout our friendship and that she will live another six years, and that I don’t start crying because if I do I may not stop.  My friend is closer to me than anyone has been in my life.  This was God’s plan and I am also grateful to Him for letting us be friends.

Sergio Rossetti Morosini, Guest
6.19.2014
One Moment

One moment that I will always remember is the winter of my 11th year. That entire winter was defined by one day, one hour in upstate New York. My father and I came across a frozen pond hidden in a nest of wooden hills. As the sun climbed over the canopy of the birches, we couldn’t resist the urge to cross the glittery, still water. The pond was not been deep, and the bottom was carpeted in leaves still a wash with all the colors of autumn. I stepped out onto the ice, and the still air was suddenly cracking filled with the sound of the very safe ice. Millimeter deep cracks raced before we scissoring out like forked lighting. Step after step the cold air was split with the ice’s mischief, almost like the lake was laughing. It only took 15 minutes to cross, but it felt like an hour. Even as I stepped onto the bank out the other side, I could already see the cracks that were part of my crossing disappearing – as if I’d never been there.

Cara Scharf, Volunteer
6.19.2014
Satellites

One of my favorite summer activities with my family is looking for satellites. You may not know this but you can see satellites in the night sky with your naked eye. They look just like stars, but they move slowly. To find satellites you have to wait until around 10 PM, prime viewing time. We have a hot tub in my parents’ backyard so we usually sit there and just put our heads back waiting. I like to be the first person to see one. “There!” I’ll shout pointing at the sky. It’s hard to get others to see the satellite so I try to explain how it’s moving. “Toward the big tree,” or “away from the house.” My dad always tries to make me orient myself -N,S,E,W, etc.- but I’m terrible with directions. Sometimes, the others pick up on the satellite, sometimes not, but we always have fun, and the important thing is that we are all together, outside, enjoying the warm night and the company.

Monday, June 30, 2014

"Life Stories That Intrigue & Inspire"


Yesterday I popped into Barnes and Noble just to browse around. Next to the escalator was a small table - it was only around three feet wide and deep - with a sign: "Life Stories That Intrigue & Inspire."

In my mind, I imagined a table, much, much larger than the physical one I saw, piled high with our seniors' writings, with that sign right in the middle. And then I imagined tables popping up all around it, each with its own copy of that sign.

That first table is this blog, dedicated to the original Best Day of My Life So Far group. The other tables are the diverse blogs that have grown around this blog, each dedicated to a group that we have started around the country. The limitless room that holds all of this inspiration together is the brand new website that my team and I have been building for months… and it's coming together and almost ready to show you. I can’t wait.

Connect with us, via 1. Facebook 2. Twitter 3. Story Letter emails to be the first to pop inside this limitless room. In the meantime, a few more intriguing, inspiring and precious stories to add to our mounding pile, here on our very first table:

Elliot Doomes
5.8.2014
Prejudice = Fear + Ignorance

When I was a small child, my mother taught me from her life’s experiences. She told me every day, if I did anything wrong or bad, the white man would get me. I asked her, “What would he do to me?” She said, “Some people were never seen again, and some people were locked up for years.”

That’s when I learned to fear and hate at the same time, because I always thought “the white man” was going to get me. This was in preschool.

I had no problem playing with white kids and I like my female white teachers, but I had a problem with all of my male white teachers. This led up to high school. But by the time I became a teenager, I was on the basketball team and track team. I started to have more social contact with a lot of white kids. This was my introduction to young white men. I thought that they were just like me.

I would be invited to their homes for parties and dinners and meet their families. I didn’t see nay difference between them and me. I just happen to be black. I began to question the advice that my mother gave me as a child. She gave me her fears and prejudices. She passed them onto me.

I now have my own philosophy and my own way of thinking. I accept people the way they present themselves to me on an individual basis. I don’t place people in a group and say they are bad. I think there are good people everywhere.

Frances H. Bryce
4. 24. 2014
The Mailman Who Delivered More Than Mail

During the early years of marriage when we had one daughter and only one car, the arrangement was made that I would get the car one day a week, when my husband was able to get a ride with a fellow employee.  I’m not sure who made this arrangement, but I am sure that one day a week wasn’t my idea.
My day often included food shopping, medical appointments, and dropping my child off at preschool, since I also worked. One day as I was running late, and my daughter wasn’t interested in my time line, I was in a state of agitation. As I closed the door, the mailman was approaching my home. He saw my frustration, and after greeting me he offered a statement I never forgot. He said, “I know you may find it difficult to believe, but one day sooner than you can imagine she will grow up and you will see this period as only a single step in your life.”
My whole body relaxed as I thanked him for this sage advice. I never forgot this observation, and I soon learned how true that statement was. Indeed a mailman who delivered more than mail.

Frances Bryce
5.22.2014
Running On Empty

My husband and I visited Jamaica on our vacation, it was the first trip for both of us to this magnificent island, filled with nature, lush green trees, shrubbery that was filled with bright red and yellow blossoms. My husband was the driver as we explored the nearby areas. He started out driving on the wrong side of the traffic (we drive on the right side and in the island the driving is done on the left of the road, and the driver is what would be our (U.S.) passenger side. It didn’t take him long to get that under control.

The natives at that time lived in simple abodes, that is most of them where we traveled. Most of them walked, and my husband stopped and gave rides as we traveled in their directions.

I noticed early in our traveling that we did not see gas stations for miles. I said as I noticed the gas gauge was near empty and said, as we saw a station coming up, "When do you stop and get gas." I guess his male ego popped in and he replied “When I run out.” A few miles later the car gave a signal, coming to a stop, that we were out of gas! He looked at me with an embarrassed contrite demeanor and said I guess we are out of gas. I offered no acknowledgement to his statement. He saw a man walking and asked about the next gas station. He said “down the road.” It seemed my husband was gone for at least half an hour or more when I saw him with the gas can. I was still silent and we again started on our journey. It must have been a mile when he drove to the station where he had gotten gas to return the gas can. He said, “I will never make a mistake like that again, while driving in a strange place.” We were again on the road enjoying the trip and now running on gas. Enjoying the beauty of the island.

Frances Bryce
5.29.2014
Words that Stir Memories

Today’s news included a tribute to Maya Angelou who died yesterday. One of life’s most honored poets and storytellers. A life of events usual and unusual. She was raped at the age of seven and it lasted until she was thirteen. This did not derail her rich life achievements as an actress, dancer, singer, producer and writer of many spellbinding stories.

The book “I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings” spoke volumes before the first page was turned. Her work was also very appropriate for me when I read “still I Rise.” It seemed to have reached the inner core of my being. She also stated that no one has more humanity or less humanity than you. That talent, wealth, beauty, ethnicity change that or speaks to the equality of one of the most important parts of a person.

Tears streamed down my face as memory of my mother who has some challenges in her life as she raised seven children, after her husband who still lived with his family also had an outside interest we knew. She did also, but was never delusional. She sang with joy as she kept the family intact. I watched as she prepared breakfast one morning, she was wearing her best blue dress with the white Peter Pan collar, ready to go shopping for Easter Clothes. For us the song was filled with joy and I knew that the songs carried hope for the future. She hadn’t heard the words Maya Angelou wrote, but she knew how to rise. Words spoken can bring joy and happiness to a heart that needs hearing.

“History, despite its wrenching pain, cannot be unlived, but if faced with courage, need not be lived again.” ~ Inauguration of Bill Clinton in 1993 on the Pulse of the Morning

Norman Cain
5.29.2014
The Ascent of Maya Angelou

Yesterday afternoon when I was informed that Maya Angelou—poet extraordinaire—had ascended to her final resting place, I immediately went to the computer, turned onto YouTube and dedicated myself to several videos that featured her reading her poems.

Listening to her powerful voice delivering her profound poems made me realize that while I thought that I was aware of her majesty, such was not the case, for I realized that she was more than just a great poet… her presence was that of one who was godsent.

She had lived in Ghana and Egypt, conspired with Martin Luther Kind and Malcolm X, was a great friend of Oprah Winfrey and had 5 million friends on her Facebook account.

She was a Christian foremost and humanist.

This morning on Rollins Martin's daily news show, she was memorialized by politicians and journalists, entertainers and college presidents as well as former President Clinton and President Obama. Queen Mother Warrior Maya Angelou's will be missed by passionate poems, extreme love, and looming presence will be internationally missed.

Millie Lilly
5.22.2014
History

I watched the movie “The Butler” on DVD the last couple days. I kept thinking about the events that took place, and where I was during some of them. I lived in South Carolina when JFK was killed, in Georgia when Martin Luther King, Jr. was killed. I was involved in the Civil Rights movement in my early twenties, living in Athens, Georgia, and working at the University of Georgia. It was a scary time, with some people holding on so hard to beliefs that caused a lot of heartbreak and allowed terrible things to take place.

In the movie, people were shown going to places the law said they could not. It was clear that things were not going to change without these brave people literally putting their well-being and sometimes their lives on the line.
Change did take place. I keep thinking about what has to happen now to push things to another level. Conditions are better – but many things are still stacked against some people.

Millie Lily
5.15.2014
World Traveler

I am looking for something light to write about. So maybe about where I got to travel as an adult. The year I was 26 I flew to Luxembourg, then traveled by train to Southern Italy where I spent a couple of days before getting on a boat to Athens, Greece. After a few days I got another boat to the island of Crete. What a wonderful and beautiful experience. I had not been raised to believe I could travel by myself to places where I did not speak the language. Back to Athens and the boat to Italy, I met two people from Mexico who invited me to travel by car with them to Sicily and then Pompeii. Seeing the destroyed city of Pompeii had a profound effect on me.

From there we went to Rome. After a few days I left with another friend to Barcelona and then by train through to Southern Spain. Later to Madrid and then Paris. From Paris to England to meet a friend from home who was returning to her family in England. I stayed with her family for six weeks before coming back to Philadelphia.

Three years later, I was the cook at Lickety Split, a restaurant at 4th & South. They closed in August and I flew Quito Equator. I got altitude sickness a couple days after arriving, then there was a drug bust at midnight where I was staying. Then an attempted coup the day I was getting out.

Norman Cain
3.21.2013
I Can’t Remember but I Can Remember

Before entering the center today, I forgot to retrieve my book (with important papers in it) from the ledge of the subway at Broad and Lombard. Luckily, I was able to go back to it after twenty minutes or so.

Forgetfulness seems to be as much a part of my life as breathing. It’s funny though – how I cannot remember things that happened less than ten seconds ago, but recall incidents that transpired in my day, my former years.

For instance, I spend ten minutes looking for my glasses before finding them hiding on my eyes, however I can recall seeing as an infant a beautiful tree-lined street that has always been etched in my memory. It was the street that I lived on for the first 15 years of my life.

I constantly forget appointments, but can recall being in the back seat of a car with an army suit-clad uncle and a relative who happened to be a minister en route to South Carolina. Anyways, I was in my infancy.

Once I did not realize that it was my birthday until a friend showed up to take me out; however, I will never forget how, as a little guy, a little red rooster on my uncle’s farm in South Carolina turn me upside down and around.

Often, I’ll leave my keys behind locked doors, but I can never forget going to Woodside Park as a child with my parents when I was five years old. I was thrilled to be able to get a ride on the little boats. One ride, that’s all my parents could afford. But I will never forget that day. I mean, I cannot remember five minutes ago, but I will never forget the cherished incidents of yesteryear.

I mean how can you forget your father and cousin, Uncle Fat’s Jones taking me to the park where I saw Jackie Robinson stealing bases like a seasoned felon. Seems like I can’t remember the present but can always recall the good things of the past.

Norman Cain
5.22.2014
Because I Have Had Cable

Because I have had cable for over a year, I have not been true to my first love “Reading.”  Instead of reading poetry, short stories, novels and biographies and everything else I could put my eyes on, I have been surfing the Boob Tube.

Yesterday, however, my reading drought ended. I borrowed a biography from the library…Earl The Pearl. It tells the story of Earl The Pearl Monroe…a basketball player extraordinaire, a basketball Hall of Famer, a die hard Philadelphian and a fellow Senior Varsity Basketball teammate at John Bartram High School during the late 50s.

His story is written in the style indicative of the “Best Day of My Life So Far Storytelling and Writing Club.” – stories that I could related to. There were stories about family friends, girlfriends, male friends, and basketball teammates. There were stories about Phila playground basketball leagues, street activities, junior high school, senior and much more and I actually knew many of the people that were mentioned within the pages of the biography.

I not only knew his best friend Smitty from John Bartrum H.S. but worked with him for several years in Camden New Jersey. I of course, knew my friend Claudette, whom he had dated. Likewise, I was friendly with Ollie Chamberlain, Wilt Chamberlain’s brother, at Bartrum H.S.

When I first encountered Earl Monroe in High School, he was just an average basketball player, but his hard work and dedication turned him into one of the best players ever. Back in the late 50s when we were in high school, none of us in the basketball circle could foretell of the forthcoming status of Earl and some of them would appear on his biography.

The book brought back memories and jumpstarted me into forsaking cable for my first love “Reading.”

Norman Cain
3.13.2014
Me and Phila Guys That Played For the Harlem Globetrotters

In 1967 when I was employed as a youth counselor at the youth rec center at Second and Eugene St, Phila PA, Zack Clayton – then a lieutenant with the Phila Police came to give words of encouragement to the boys.

Years later, I found out that he had played in the Negro basketball league, had been a Professional Referee, and can be remembered refereeing the famous Ali-Frazier fight. He was a Harlem Globe Trotter.

When I was 12 years old, I saw the story of the Harlem Globetrotters. I was duly impressed by its theme music “Sweet Georgia Brown” and the antics of the Trotters.

I vowed that I would become a member of that team. Little did I know, Frank Washington, a Philadelphian, was in that picture. Later, he became an area businessman. His mural is on the wall across the street from the Main Branch Subway in Germantown.

When I was in the eighth grade at Sulzberger Junior H.S., we had a substitute gym teacher who displayed super basketball skills. His name: John Chaney, The Philadelphia Legend who won a Division 2 Championship at Cheyney State College, revived Temple University’s Basketball Program and whose name is within the corridor of the basketball Hall of Fame.

One day when I was around 16, I was coming out of the subway entrance at 13th and Market Street. My eyes fell upon these gigantic shoes; I began to look up…my look seemed to take forever...to ascend to the face of the man who wore the gigantic shoes. When my eyes finally reached the face, it was grinning from ear to ear. The face turned out to be the famous Wilt Chamberlain who after attending Kansas University spent time with the Globe Trotters.

Mo McCooper
2.20.2014
The Chief

On Saturdays during high school a few of us Catholic School kids were invited to play basketball at Bala Cynwyd Junior High School by Mr. Turner, a teacher and basketball coach there.

Most of the public high school players there were stars in football, baseball, and soccer, but were also very good in basketball.

Some of them would invite Louie and me to play with their teams in basketball and other sports and also to parties on weekends where we would sort of sneak in the kitchen doors.

Mr. Turner, who also coached the soccer team was called "The Chief" by his players and students. I never asked "Why?" but he was obviously a terrific coach and leader. Some lifetime friendships came from that group. "Hail to the Chief."

Joan Bunting
5.22.2014
My Brother Theodore

As a child my siblings and I were raised in foster homes. There was eight of us, five girls and three boys. Our oldest brother’s name was Theodore Roosevelt Blackson Jr. and he was the third child from the oldest.

Theodore was in the same foster home as Bertha, next to the oldest child. Then there was Doris, fourth from the oldest then it was me, next to the youngest. I was only two years of age when we were placed so I don’t really know how old Theodore was when it happened.

We lived with a lady we all agreed to call mom. Her name was Vivie Chamberlain. Theodore would steal money from her and hide it in the heel of his shoe. Back then you could take the heel of your shoe off and put it back on. Then he’d run away to be with our Dad. He did that about two or three times. He was then placed in a correctional institute.

The last time he ran away from home he was placed in a place called Pomeroy Fame. Guess what? He eventually ran away from there but the authorities just let him go because he was seventeen years old and was close to the age of eighteen when you were free to leave the agency. Theodore joined the army, later but was medically discharged. After having an illness the doctors in the service did not know what it was.

Theodore was also a great singer. He only sang spiritual songs. My brother Eugene, my sisters Phoebe and Bernice and I sang together with him whenever we got together. We would sing for our real mother. He became a minister, his friends teased him but that did not stop him from spreading the word of God. I was also told that he prayed over a child and the child was healed.

My brother Theodore was blessed with the voice of an angel. Some songs that I sing in church today brings tears to my eyes because they make me think of him. Old Rugged Cross is just one of them and eyes are tearing up now just writing this. Singing wasn’t the only talent he was blessed with, he could also draw very well and had a beautiful handwriting and he was left handed.

He left Philadelphia and moved to Chicago, remarried, had two sons. My two other brothers attended his funeral and I now have a photograph of Theodore in his casket.

Joan Bunting
5.29.20.14
My Daughters

I have four daughters. Their names beginning with the oldest are Rose, Joanne, Joyce, and Teresa. I also have two sons, Henry and Harold. I’ll tell you about them at another time. Today I’m going to talk about my wonderful daughters.

Rose, being the oldest, is the one that makes sure I have all that I need. And, she makes sure her children and her nieces don’t take advantage of me by wanting me to babysit all the time. Rose gets a little angry with me sometimes because even though I may not feel up to babysitting, I have a problem saying no.

Joanne calls at least two times in the evening to make sure my door is locked, and if I’m going out (to church) to make sure I have someone to give me a lift.
Now, my daughter Joyce lives in Hampton, Virginia. She calls me at least twice a week to let me know what’s going on with her and her family. I’m looking forward to seeing her hopefully during the Fourth of July holiday.

Teresa, my youngest, invites me to her house, or she visits me at my apartment about twice a month. She gets a little peeved when her two daughters meet her there. She tells them that she wanted to spend time with me by herself. When I visit with her, we go for walks and maybe eat out. This past Saturday she treated me to a movie. We saw X Men.
At first, I wasn’t too excited about it, but it was good. I enjoyed myself and especially the popcorn.

All of my daughters the Lord has blessed me with are so sweet.
They constantly show their love toward me and as Richard Nixon would say, “I’m proud as punch” of my daughters.

Helen Claybrook
2.27.2014
What You Most Want Your Grandchildren to Know

My grandchildren’s father helped me raise my two sons when my sons’ father left us. He went to school and sent his two brothers to school. He fed them and washed everybody’s clothes till he got tired one day and burned my clothes in the dryer. I threw him up against the front door. I am very sorry for that. I am not going to blame it on my drinking. I was just angry at his father for robbing an Acme and a bank and not telling me where the money was and that he had robbed someone. I had to read it in the newspaper.

Helen Claybrook
4.17.2014
Squeak

One of the happiest days of my life was when I received my yellow and white kitten, Squeak. She was very little and I had to feed her with an eye dropper. Her mother refused to feed her. She grew-up to be a very nice cat. I cried when she fell down the well. But we put the bucket down and she climbed inside and we got her. She was soaked and wet by alive. We covered the well from then on. I have had several cats and I name them the same.

Gogo Jenny Williams
6.19.2014
Seasons

As a senior I’ve weathered many seasons this year; 2014 is very special.  This morning I dreamed of myself skipping alone as I did as a child of my past.  The doctors say, my heart is skipping a beat, they don’t know my secret.  This is my season to skip ahead just as I did in my dream this morning.  This summer has taken off like a runner in a race leaving the laid back cool breeze of spring with its burst of colors and newness to fade into the brightness and warmth of days skipping alone. 

Joe Garrison
6.19.2014
Graduation Day

Earlier, I wrote a story about 1954 because it was a pivotal time in my life. In June of 1954, I graduated from 6th grade. We didn’t have a ceremony. I remember it very clearly. I had a new pair of shoes on and they had hard heels that you could hear coming all through the school. Earlier that day, I went to the doctor’s office to get a prosthesis, a glass eye. There were only two boys in my class. Because there were so few of us, while the girls had swimming class, we would go bowling and have fun together. Afterwards, we had a homeroom graduation party and had a talent show where we all sang popular songs. I was really excited to go to junior high because I was finally out of elementary school. I was excited to do more complicated work and meet girls!

Barbara J Marshall
5.29.2014
Things I Carry: A Poem in Free Verse

I carry responsibility
For sons
Two of them
They didn’t move
I did
-Dinner twice a year:
Thanksgiving and New Years

I carry love
For Riana
My granddaughter
The only one: shopping, travel.
Her first passport
Room and board for college
The corsage, tie and pocket square

I carry demanding:
“Get up,
Make your bed
Clean up behind yourself
Put things back
Where you got them

Shut the door, this house is not a barn!
Turn out the lights, electricity costs “money”

I carry passion
For life, travel, and adventure

Swimming in water rushing
Over my shoulders: free style,
Backstroke . . . breast stroke

Will I ever flipturn?

I carry learning:
A need to know
A thirst for what’s new and shiny.

All that glitters is not gold
Yet knowledge is golden
And will not tarnish.
Wisdom is silver with rounded edges.

My life is like rainbow colored jelly beans and
I refuse to clean the bowl.

Loretta Gaither
5.22.2014
For Michelle Gaither

I lost my baby January 25th and she was buried on January 29th. As you might remember, she found me on the Internet through Best Day and I'm still trying to cope with it. I know she's up in Heaven with the angels. I went to another center for a while, but I liked this one better so I'm glad I came back. When I found my daughter again after so many years, I found out she was a Muslim. I was a Catholic, she was raised as a Catholic, so I had to get used to her being a Muslim. The first time I saw her, I recognized her behind her veil, and she took me in and consoled me like I was her Mother. She treated me like a saint and in all honestly, she was a saint. And that made me feel better about her passing because I actually did get to connect with her again and I found an apartment that I've been living in for a year now. I want to thank the Best Day workshop for helping me and taking me back in. I really missed it and I'm glad to be back. God bless Best Day and God bless the readers of this website.

Loretta, signing off. 

Loretta Gaither
5.29.2014
A Fine Time with my Song Eric Gaither

My son does everything for me now. He’s a good son.

I’ve been in my apartment for a year now.

I’m coming back to the writing class in honor of my daughter. She died on January 25th, and her funeral was on January 29th.

I’m going to have a memorial for my mom and my daughter, and my sister Vontell Gorham will be there, and Thomas Gorham will be there, too. I’m looking forward to celebrating the family who is no longer here with me with the ones still living.

Tuesday, my son took me to the salon, and I got my fingernails and toenails done. It was a special day for the two of us.

I’m glad to be back at the writing class and the senior center. I’m looking forward to the future and getting my GED --when I get it I’ll be writing for myself, but in the meantime, I’m happy to have Madi write for me.

Signing off + God bless!

Mo McCooper
5.15.2014
Letter to Benita’s Grandmother

Dear Mei,

Please accept a great big Thank You for telling your granddaughter wonderful stories that excited Benita so much that she created BEST DAY OF MY LIFE SO FAR. My 5 children and 6 grandchildren in Southern California watch on the Internet and read the stories of my childhood that I hope will show them that GRANDPOP wasn’t always an OLD GOAT. Meeting you will be so wonderful someday. I absolutely adore your granddaughter.

Thanks again,
Mo McCooper

Wednesday, June 25, 2014

Adel and Hortensia (My Family)


Today, two reminders of how precious family is, how delicate and yet how strong, including even the simple moments that we sometimes take for granted. Makes me want to take my son to the playground right now!!

Adel Mena
5.29.2014
My Family

Four months ago I lost my older brother at 65 years old. He died from a massive stroke. He is the only brother to live with me in the U.S.A.. He is married and has three children – two boys and one girl – and he has a wife who is 58 years old. For me, he is the only family I have in America – I always depend on him for bigger problems I had in the past. Now I am alone in America again. Thank God I feel okay and calm.

I have another four brothers in my country Egypt and one of them came to America to visit me – and his daughter in NY. He came to Philadelphia to visit me too – I had a very good time with him and he supported me emotionally.

Now his wife is with him in NY. and she has some medical problems in her heart and she needs a heart operation. I pray to God for her to be good and in better health.

Hortensia Romero
5.29.2014
My Family

Last weekend my niece and I played in the park with her 3 children: one 8 year old, one 4 year old and one 1 year old baby. We enjoyed the playground and eating lunch in the park. It was a beautiful day for Mother’s Day. We’re happy together, my family. God Bless.