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WEEKEND POST: My B-Day Festival

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Hello To All The Children Of The World Lyrics

Chorus:
hello, Bon Jour, Buenos Dias!
g'day, Guten-Tag, Konichiwa.....
ciao, Shalom, Do-Brey Dien,
hello To All The Children Of The World!

we Live In Different Places From All Around The World.
we Speak In Many Different Ways!
though Some Things May Be Different,
we're Children Just The Same-
and We All Like To Sing And Play!

Chorus

there Are Children In The Deserts,
and Children In The Towns,
and Children Who Live Down By The Sea!
if We Could Meet Each Other,
to Run And Sing And Play-
then What Good Friends We All Could Be!

Chorus

WEEKEND POST: Storytelling

Storytelling has historically served as a form of entertainment but also as a cultural necessity. Stories carry histories, map moral laws and religious beliefs, and teach lessons of survival. Whether bearing sorrow, humor, or wisdom, they are remembered rather than memorized, they are given as gifts and belong to all. A good story is told time and again over the centuries; it travels from country to country, in each place picking up something new as well as leaving something behind. Tales, myths, fables, parables, yarns, and legends are all variations on the story, but they all address humanity. Scholar and specialist in oral traditions W.S. Penn writes, that stories "put the 'I' in the context of the 'We.'"

A picture, it is often said, is worth one thousand words. Images predate language and are still able to transcend it. The images in ONE THOUSAND WORDS convey ways in which stories carry meaning for diverse cultures and help them understand their common bonds.

While oral stories leave images up to the imagination, visual tales leave the actual narrative open to interpretation. For example, New York artist Whitfield Lovell draws on the rich minefield of human memory and imagination. His imagery emanates from photographic studio portraits of his grandmother's relatives in the 1920s and '30s as well as similar photographs of African Americans that he found in flea markets and thrift shops. His graphite drawings of people long dead seem hauntingly illuminated by people we feel we have known. Rife with personalized though fading detail, the drawn images are juxtaposed with telling artifacts such as a jar of pennies or a softly playing radio, thus tapping into the viewer's own associations with objects and the universal expressions of pride, tenacity, and endurance.

Similarly, Tracey Moffatt, an Aboriginal Australian photographer and filmmaker, makes complex narrative images that provoke stories in the mind of the viewer. Her works capture the surreal quality of dreams as she explores how pop culture and her native heritage have blended to shape her life. From folk-style narratives of everyday events to the evocation of ghosts and dreams, the artists in the exhibition - - sometimes inadvertently - - portray their own cultural relationship to the art of storytelling.

Weekend Post: A Poem By Maya Angelou

Phenomenal Woman by Maya Angelou

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.

I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size

But when I start to tell them,

They think I'm telling lies.

I say,

It's in the reach of my arms

The span of my hips,

The stride of my step,

The curl of my lips.

I'm a woman

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That's me.

I walk into a room

Just as cool as you please,

And to a man,

The fellows stand or

Fall down on their knees.

Then they swarm around me,

A hive of honey bees.

I say,

It's the fire in my eyes,

And the flash of my teeth,

The swing in my waist,

And the joy in my feet.

I'm a woman

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That's me.

Men themselves have wondered

What they see in me.

They try so much

But they can't touch

My inner mystery.

When I try to show them

They say they still can't see.

I say,

It's in the arch of my back,

The sun of my smile,

The ride of my breasts,

The grace of my style.

I'm a woman

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That's me.

Now you understand

Just why my head's not bowed.

I don't shout or jump about

Or have to talk real loud.

When you see me passing

It ought to make you proud.

I say,

It's in the click of my heels,

The bend of my hair,

the palm of my hand,

The need of my care,

'Cause I'm a woman

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That's me.

Mini Biography- Bessie Blount

Bessie Blount was a physical therapist who worked with soldiers injured in W.W.II. Her war service inspired her to make a device, in 1951 that allowed amputees to feed themselves. The electrical device allowed the tube to deliver a mouthful of food to the patient whenever he or she bit down on the tube. She later invented a portable receptacle support that was a similar and smaller version of her first invention. It was designed to be worn around the neck of the patient.

Bessie Blount was born in Virginia in 1914. She moved from Virginia to New York where she studied to be a physical therapist at the Panzer College of Physical Education and at Union Junior College, and later furthered her training as a physical therapist in Chicago. In 1951, Bessie Blount started teaching Physical Therapy at the Bronx Hospital in New York. She was unable to get help to publish her invention in the United States so she gave the patent rights to the French government. Though she wasn't able to sell it in the U.S i think this invention helped many people in France especially after the war. I think this was like a blessing for those who broke their backs because then this invention would help them to still maintain some of their independence.

The French government put the patent to good use for many war victims to come.

“A black women can invent something for the benefit of humankind”---a quote by Bessie Blount.