Saturday, October 10, 2015 marks the 300th Sepia Saturday. In reviewing my contributions for the past 100 Saturdays, I found that I did not participate in 19 of them. I decided to post photographs for those 19 missing prompts. Most of the photographs are more recent than my usual offering. Click any image to enlarge.
“Feb. 21, 1947 – Winter Carnival/ Center Couple – President Gellerman and his wife who’ve just crowned the king and Queen – Bet you can’t find me! F.M.H.”
“Kris May 1947” I was viewing the world from on high, not quite as high as the men in the prompt but it seemed very much so to me. I also seem to be giving a lecture.
Taken by the railroad tracks between my house and my daughter’s house.
Henry Cleage under the Illustrated News at Old Plank house. 1963.
The family table at the testimonial dinner for my father, Rev. A.B. Cleage Jr. 1963. No Christmas tree, but lots of lights up there in the ceiling and food on the table. Henry with the cigarett, my mother in front of him. I am across the table from her. My aunt Barbara is looking towards the camera. Uncle Eddie Evans eating at the end of the table.
Atty. Henry Cleage in a court room.
Daughter Ife sculpting in Florida studio.
A valentine card from me to my mother given when I was in elementary school, 1950s.
Not a parade, but my family walking down Cass Ave in Detroit, after eating at a Lebanese restaurant near Wayne State University. Women and girls in the front, guys way back. And me at the very end, taking the photo. Osaze does not have a swan head on, but he is wearing a cap.
This is a newspaper clipping I found of a demonstration in support of school busing. I recognize only General Baker, right front, holding his daughter.
Cousin Ernest with unidentified girl and a few horses with their heads down.
Cousin Warren on a tractor.
Lines and wires near Atlanta’s West End.
Daughter Jilo wearing football helmet, a gift from her Aunt Pearl. 1972 Atlanta, GA.
Granddaughter Tatayana rolling out pie crust in Idlewild, MI.
Granddaughter Sydney looking into tunnel like opening in the fort on Sullivan’s Island, SC. This is where many enslaved African’s entered the United States. Our “Ellis Island”.
On my grandchildren’s birthday, we give them a dollar for each year, plus one to grow on. When I turned 66, they gave me a dollar for each year, plus one to grow on. Here I am counting it up. About as close as I have been to piles of cash.
Small photo my parents sent home to their parents when they lived in San Francisco, CA in 1943.