








Angelina Weld Grimké (February 27, 1880 – June 10, 1958) was an African-American journalist, teacher, playwright and poet who was part of the Harlem Renaissance and was one of the first African-American women to have a play performed. Born in Boston, the daughter of Archibald Grimke, a prominent journalist who served as Vice-President of the NAACP. The Grimkes were a prominent biracial family whose members included both slaveowners and abolitionists. Two of her great aunts, Angelina and Sarah, were prominent abolitionists in the North. Angelina Weld Grimke was named after her aunt who had died the year before.Her paternal grandfather was their brother Henry Grimké, of their large, slaveholding family based in Charleston, South Carolina. Their paternal grandmother was Nancy Weston, an enslaved woman of European and African descent, with whom Henry became involved after becoming a widower. Grimke’s mother, Sarah Stanley Grimke, a white woman, left her husband under the influence of her parents who never approved of her interracial marriage, and took her three-year old daughter with her. However, at the age of seven, Angelina was returned to her father, and although she and her mother corresponded, they never saw one another again. Sarah Stanley died of suicide several years later.
Grimké wrote essays, short stories and poems which were published in The Crisis, Opportunity, The New Negro, Caroling Dusk, and Negro Poets and Their Poems. Some of her more famous poems include, “The Eyes of My Regret”, “At April”, and “Trees”. She was an active writer and activist included among the figures of the Harlem Renaissance. Her poetry dealt with more conventional romantic themes, often marked with frequent images of frustration and isolation. Recent scholarship has revealed Grimke’s unpublished lesbian poems and letters; she did not feel free to live openly as a gay woman during her lifetime.
Grimké also wrote a play called Rachel, one of the first plays to protest lynching and racial violence. She wrote the three-act drama for the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People (NAACP) to rally public support against the recently released film The Birth of a Nation. The play was produced in 1916 in Washington, D.C., performed by an all-black cast. It was published in 1920.
After her father died, Grimké left Washington, DC, for New York, where she lived a reclusive life in Brooklyn. She died in 1958 after a long illness.
http://www.aaregistry.com/detail.php?id=1123
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Angelina_Weld_Grimké

i wonder when they had their first mcdonald’s birthday parties
I have already admitted on here that I love McDonald’s. I understand just how much is wrong with McDonald’s. I fancy myself a pretty health conscious person, so this McD’s thing gets filed in my ‘contradictory feelings’ folder. It’s like my kid self just loves that place so much, but my adult self knows better, but that childlike spark ignites everytime I see the golden arches. It will not be extinguished. I can trace this love back to my third birthday party. Held at the McDonald’s in the Renaissance Center in downtown Detroit. I remember it well. This picture was taken there.
You can see an old school McD’s cup on the table behind me. My cake had a sugar Ronald McDonald on it and I saved him for as long as I could. Like he was a doll. Or my friend. I have a vivid memory of looking at that thing in the car ride on the way home from the party. Anyway, I think the love started in November of 1979. I also think that in the years to come McDonald’s was something that crossed the cultural lines that I couldn’t really understand, but couldn’t help perceiving. Black people and White people enjoyed McDonald’s. I would go there with my mom and with my dad long after they stopped going anywhere together. I have fond memories of both grandmothers taking me there. McDonald’s was dependable. Happy Meals made me happy. McDonald’s provided common ground is what I think I’m trying to say.
While preparing for this blog post I came across this great article on retrojunk.com http://www.retrojunk.com/details_articles/4432/. So many memories invoked by the pictures. They just don’t make playlands like they used to. I’d forgotten how elaborate they could be. Here are a few of my fav pics from retrojunk.



You’ll also find the history of Grimace in there. I love Grimace.

I think Viola Desmond would’ve been a good subject for this quiz…



While searching for photos of black women with long, long hair I stumbled upon this great flickr photostream entitled BlackWomen http://www.flickr.com/photos/22067139@N05/sets/72157603627219253/. Some of the photos have biographical info. Maybe I’ll post some from time to time.



sash reads “Africa for Christ”

When I was little I wanted Crystal Gayle’s hair. I found it fascinating, maybe miraculous. No disrespect to Ms. Gayle, but doesn’t appeal to me much these days. I do find these vintage photographs interesting tho.




Do you imagine that this was some kind of club?

This could be old news too, but I just discovered the Official White House Photostream’s Photostream on Flickr. There are some really wonderful pictures there http://www.flickr.com/photos/whitehouse.









Ella Fitzgerald,


I’m glad spring is back. I was not ready for summer. I miss dependable seasons.

Don’t forget to smell the flowers.