A wise man once told me, "The most political impact you can have is getting involved locally." Local politics affects your life MORE than state or federal, and more than anything happening in DC.
I've passed that advice along to this audience for years. Now I'm taking it myself.
Meet Mary Smith, Mary is running for county mayor here in Williamson County, TN. Grassroots. Non-establishment. The underdog. In my experience? The best people usually are. 🇺🇸
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Pearl and her husband traveled by car most of the time because her husband hated to fly. They often times drove through Pennsylvania and traveled through rural towns outside of Pittsburgh Pennsylvania. One of those towns is a place that my father and mother owned some motels and Italian restaurant.
I have some really wonderful memories of visiting with Pearl Bailey when I was only seven or eight years old thru my teenage years. She always left us some autograph photos and some books and various other things. She was so very kind to me she used to call me a “small fry”.
In fact over the years, she sent my brother and I various children’s books that she wrote. One time when they were traveling through she saw us playing nearby a street and the limo driver stopped to make sure I was safely off the street, then Pearl came in to visit my parents.
The rural town at that time was not too keen on black folks traveling through, but since my father was from another country in Europe, he and my mom were always very open the meeting people from other places. The fact that was a strong life lesson they passed on to me that I’ve always been grateful for treat everybody equally and ask them to do the same back.
Pearl and her husband enjoyed Italian food, so they’d come to my father‘s authentic Sicilian restaurant…they really enjoyed it.
Anyways, I still have those photos with autographs on them. I also have some of her with some pics with previous presidents when she served in a political office for a while in an ambassador role (I think) in United Nations.
In fact, many years ago my brother and I were going to go visit her in Washington DC (where we were living at that time), when she had her final concert. We were a little bit shy about going up to knock on her hotel door to say hello.
Unfortunately she passed away shortly thereafter, my brother and I always regretted not going in saying hi. I’m sure she would’ve welcomed us with big hugs because she loved my parents and she was really great with us two kids.
It was an interesting time in America to experience that and it was kind of cool, just seeing somebody who had been in my house on television as a child. Doesn’t matter what color they were, just mattered that they were kind, fun, and enjoyed laughing with my family. She definitely had a larger than life personality and a great voice.
Wish the country was more like that these days! RIP Pearl Bailey.
Pearl and her husband traveled by car most of the time because her husband hated to fly. They often times drove through Pennsylvania and traveled through rural towns outside of Pittsburgh Pennsylvania. One of those towns is a place that my father and mother owned some motels and Italian restaurant.
I have some really wonderful memories of visiting with Pearl Bailey when I was only seven or eight years old thru my teenage years. She always left us some autograph photos and some books and various other things. She was so very kind to me she used to call me a “small fry”.
In fact over the years, she sent my brother and I various children’s books that she wrote. One time when they were traveling through she saw us playing nearby a street and the limo driver stopped to make sure I was safely off the street, then Pearl came in to visit my parents.
The rural town at that time was not too keen on black folks traveling through, but since my father was from another country in Europe, he and my mom were always very open the meeting people from other places. The fact that was a strong life lesson they passed on to me that I’ve always been grateful for treat everybody equally and ask them to do the same back.
Pearl and her husband enjoyed Italian food, so they’d come to my father‘s authentic Sicilian restaurant…they really enjoyed it.
Anyways, I still have those photos with autographs on them. I also have some of her with some pics with previous presidents when she served in a political office for a while in an ambassador role (I think) in United Nations.
In fact, many years ago my brother and I were going to go visit her in Washington DC (where we were living at that time), when she had her final concert. We were a little bit shy about going up to knock on her hotel door to say hello.
Unfortunately she passed away shortly thereafter, my brother and I always regretted not going in saying hi. I’m sure she would’ve welcomed us with big hugs because she loved my parents and she was really great with us two kids.
It was an interesting time in America to experience that and it was kind of cool, just seeing somebody who had been in my house on television as a child. Doesn’t matter what color they were, just mattered that they were kind, fun, and enjoyed laughing with my family. She definitely had a larger than life personality and a great voice.
Wish the country was more like that these days! RIP Pearl Bailey.
We took some very strange turns here, but it was my first long form in almost a year and half. I don’t like doing podcasts, and wanted to leave people with something to consider….