Good Press (Rochelle)

Great news, everybody. Older buds Delores and Frances were featured in last week’s issue of the Milestones Newspaper. This is something we’ve been working on for a while, so I’m glad we finally have the opportunity to share this with you. Click here to read their stories.

And speaking of publications, older bud Norman had his stories and photography published in Drexel University’s fourth Writers Room Anthology. In this issue, Drexel partnered up with Nikon cameras to teach its contributors photography. The end results were featured in this anthology. I’m always cautious with photographing pages of books because I don’t want to land the older buds in any legal problems. So I just took a few pictures of a few pages, including one featuring Norman’s family photos from this post.

And I would be remiss not to mention Eugene Charrington and his book Messenger Blues, available for sale here. And if you happen to be at Broad and Lombard, come in and check out Mike and Linda’s art.

And after such a monumental achievement as getting two of our older buds published in the paper, what else do we do but sit back down and do it all over again? Milestones is asking for short stories on the subject of adventure. And Best Day is chock full of that.

And as we continue writing and sharing our stories, I leave you with this story to take home with you.

Rochelle R. Tynes 

4.12.2018 

The Mysterious Prince and Princess 

During my younger years, while growing up in what was called the “Black Bottom,” I went to Kendrick School at 37th & Warren Streets after graduating to middle school. 

I then went to Newton School at 38th and Spruce. While there, I met a young Indian girl around my age. I don’t know what type of Indian she was – or what made us start talking to each other, but we did and she went home with me for lunch. 

I remember that all their was to eat at my house was peanut butter and jelly, so we had two sandwiches with some milk. After school, she came home with me and she told me that she had no place to stay. 

My stepfather was not at home a great deal of time so I told her that she could stay, but when or if he came home, she had to get under the bed because you had to pass through my sisters and my bedroom to get to the bathroom. 

The next morning on the way to school, she told me that she had a brother and that his name was Hershel Higgins and that her name was Mayola Higgins. She did not tell me where he was staying. She stayed with me for about two weeks, either seen, hiding under my bed, or in the cellar. I met her brother Hershel during our art. Our art teacher had him in on our session to help him with his art work. He was a terrific artists and he seemed to be about thirteen years old. 

One day during recess, a BIG black car with several men pulled up into the schoolyard and went into the building. Almost immediately, they came back out and took Mayola with them. The grownups were talking and word filtered down to the children that Mayola was a princess and Hershel was a prince. I never heard where their country was or from her since that day. I had throughout the years thought about them, but over time, just forgot them until this writing session came about. I sincerely hope that they both are well and she thinks of me sometime.

Curated by Caitlin Cieri