the old school

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what it used to be.....

 Well, I’m sounding like a teacher. I am a pupil, and I’ve learned of love from Jesus who teaches us to love one another, and love our children. He also teaches us to love The Father God of Heaven.

Love and Harmony, MIISRAEL

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 REMINISING...OLD SCHOOL STORIES

PART 1

THE BISCUITS

written by Ms. Winnie Shields a.k.a. MIISRAEL

It was a simple time. I grew up in the country in rule Mississippi,  but not quite in a farm house we lived in a fairly decent house with large rooms. I recalled the family unity we shared there. We hardly ever fought, it was something our parents did not tolerate. They didn't spare the rod! If we did something bad, we got a whipping. Being poor we didn't know it, we were happy children and we loved each other in our family unity.

When I started school, we carried a tin bucket lunch. It wasn't like lunch bags we see today. They remind you more like a bucket of molasses or a bucket of paint . It came with a top to cover your food and a handle. Yes, it true the were our lunch buckets! My mother had prepared my lunch on one particular day to take to school. Inside she had packed a couple of biscuits with jelly inside them. Of course, it was homemade jelly! Warmed they we the best tasting things I ever ate. Anyway, when lunch time arrived at school, I opened up my lunch bucket to eat. I took out my biscuits and properly laid them on a cloth napkin we used inside bucket as our plates Then here comes a girl in my class named Janice. Her mother didn't make biscuits for her, she had "light bread". And being "the girl preppy" she noticed I had biscuits! Over she comes looking at what I was preparing to eat. "Look everybody!" she yelped ..."Winnie has burned biscuits!" Right then, I wanted to punch her lights out! I felt so ashamed. I thought there was nothing wrong with my biscuits. My mother had shown love to me and it was the way I viewed it. But the shamed came when they laughed at me. I felt so bad. I didn't eat them at all, I threw them away.

The next day, when my mother prepared my lunch, I told her I didn't want any biscuits in my lunch. She questioned me why? I told her because all the kids in my classroom had laughed at me, and their mothers put their sandwiches on light bread. My mother laughed at me and gave me a hug. But she still put those biscuits in my lunch bucket.

I got over the ridicule, and the shame and I proudly ate my biscuits anyway. They were my mother's biscuits and my mother's love. Right now, I wished I could taste my mother's biscuits again. I do so miss her cooking.

MIISRAEL

Winniespoetry: Copyrighted: 3.26.2008

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REMINSCING..."OLD SCHOOL STORIES"

PART 3

"HE'S TALKIN BOUT ME!"

written by Ms. Winnie Shields, also known as MIISRAEL

Now,... growing in the seventies was so much fun! We were discovering our race all over again. Black people were listening to their own music and James Brown reminded us we could be Black and Proud and even say it loud! Why every time your turned on the radio or the television you'd see, hear and fall in love with great sounds. Smokey Robinson, The Supremes, Marvin Gaye...just to name a few. There were so many! But, at our ages, my sister and I --and every other girl or guy, black or white, was in love with the family group called The Jackson Five!

Opportunity had that we had a chance to attend a concert of theirs. It was their very first time coming to Memphis, Tennessee. All the tickets sold out quickly, but we had ours. We even teamed up with an adult driver to be our chaperone. In Memphis there was only one place to have such an event it was at The Mid-South Coliseum and it was crowded! Quickly, we found our seats which was "get this" on the left back side of the stage! The tickets read: THE JACKSON FIVE South- R Section 24: ROW 12, Seats 10, 11, 12: August 15, 1971- 8:00 p.m. Who cared, we were there! When they came out on that stage, the audience roared with cheer! (Cheers! whistles! and clapping!) Then they began singing...I Want You Back! followed by ABC! We were having the times of our lives!.......

Then things got a little quiet... Michael moved up the microphone and starting singing...."You and I must make a pack, we must bring salvation back. Just call my name and.....I'll be there.. I'll reach out my hand to you.... Then he turned around and looked toward our part of the audience. Everyone was still. I then waved my hand at him. .. And although I couldn't believe it, He waved back at me! As he kept singing... ...whenever you need me...I'll be there! That's when my sister in a real quiet moment blurred out! "Oh God! He's talkin bout me!" The whole audience turned around and laughed profusely! She didn't care she said it again.. "He's talkin bout meee!" She kept saying until the end of his song. Even, Michael must have wondered what was causing the all disturbance, because all eyes and ears were on my sister! She stole the show. It may have been a silly moment ; but I am reminiscing the music and the time. A little time in WINNIESPOETRY "Old School Stories."

--MIISRAEL

By the way, my sister still has those tickets! Laughs...y'all Du..uh!

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REMINISCING..."OLD SCHOOL STORIES"

PART 4:

THE BRAWL

"Brother against Brother"

written by Ms. Winnie Shields a.k.a. MIISRAEL

Once more read of things that affected the history of my family growing up in the late sixties and early seventies. This one involved a big fight...Come read a little Old School Story with WINNIESPOETRY....--MIISRAEL

written by Ms. Winnie Shields a.k.a. MIISRAEL

When you're from a large family like I am, there's bound to be fighting sooner or later. Sister with sister, sister with brother, and in this case it was Brother with Brother. What's so unusual about this fight -- these two were not small children, for both my brothers were adults. The eldest being 30 ; and the youngest 21. They still lived at home, and it involved my younger brother and my second eldest brother. It's been such a long time, I barely remember what the fight was about. But as I can recall it was over money.

My second eldest brother whom we called Toot, had left some money in a pocket of his coat, and when he came back to get it, the money was gone. He accused my baby brother whom we called Ham, of stealing the money. My parents were not home when the argument began. The confrontation began when Toot stormed over hollering at Ham. "Where's my money man!" Ham looked shocked, " What money? he replied. Both my brothers had been drinking beers, and they were smoking what we called "weed" which is another name for marijuana. .. Well, the yelling became intense, and shoving and pushing followed. So much that Ham went outside to avoid fighting with Toot. But, Toot persisted in following him. Although my eldest sisters were at home, they did not really want to interfere with the two of them. So outside they went fighting. The brawling began.......

Toot slammed into Ham with all his might! There was a right, and left hook, Ham stumbled, but got a second wind, and with a great forced and knocked Toot to the ground. When Toot fell, Ham jumped down on him hitting him with both fists. .. Ham stopped right in the middle of the fight and said to Toot. "Look, I don't have yo money! So let it go...I don't want to hurt you! Toot pushed him off, and went back inside to get his gun. "I'm gone kill ya!" said Toot as he ran inside to get his gun. Everyone was screaming! No, don't do that Toot! He's your brother! As Toot ran inside, Ham stood bravely, taking off his shirt and wiping the blood from his lips. Toot stormed out -of- doors to pull the trigger, but Ham's rampage greeted him. Then suddenly, he flipped him down so hard to the ground, that he broke Toot's leg...the gun went sailing up in the air then....falling onto the lawn. One of my sisters grabbed the gun and ran! The brawl was over.... Toot lay on the ground with intense pain and he lay there crying. A brawl, a big fight and It was all over money. It ended with a broken leg however, I feared it could of been so much worse. It could of ended in death. I know that God interceded I know he did, for all this reminiscing; I must tell you the truth..I was so scared, I went hiding in the closet in my room praying!

Weeks passed by and Toot's money showed up in another coat pocket hanging in the same closet. My brothers made up with an apology. They never fought again even to this day they barely quarrel. All of us signed Toot's cask, and laughed at the recall of the fight. They are my brothers, and they were taught to love each other because we were family......Next time you're having a fight, remember to love your brother....calm away the anger... and don't pick up the guns!---This is family...isn't it?

>Love your brothers and your sisters....>Have we forgotten how to love? >We need remember to love."> "Remember,

" Love is not just for Old School"

Laughs ya'll......

MIISRAEL

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PART 5

IT SMELLED LIKE TURNIP GREENS

written by Ms. Winnie Shields a.k.a. MIISRAEL

So here I am again, Reminiscing some Old School Stories. However, these stories are true and really happened during my time growing up. A time so much different than now. More care free, and people were not as cruel and cold. Where Family was the whole neighborhood. Come read a scary story with me you'll laugh at the ending...With WINNIESPOETRY: "IT SMELLED LIKE TURNIP GREENS!

Written by Ms. Winnie Shields, also known as MIISRAEL

The year was 1968, and our family had moved to Memphis, Tennessee. We had already moved at least twice and we were getting used to city life. Even city schools seemed differently. But it was summertime, and school was out. There was nothing like those hot summer nights back in "Old School Days" You could sit out on your porches for hours and no one bothered you. Back then only a few people had air-conditioning; we didn't have any until the late seventies. We had to make use of window fans, and revolving fans that sat on our hard wood floors.... And with all the heat wave, we had to deal with bugs too! No, not roaches..., out-of-doors bugs! Like mosquitoes, crickets, flies and the nerve wrecking cicadas! Cicadas were plentiful back then, and with their mighty songs...boy could they ever sing! I think they only return every 10-14 years;  something like that...and that summer was their year. I can hear them now! "we're here.....we'rrrrrr here, we'reeee heeeear....we'rrrrrrrrrrrrr heeeeear.." Do you know what I talking about? You probably do.

On a hot July night, was an occasion our family decided to sit out on our front porch. We had a double porch, large and made for sitting out. But we didn't have a screened porch, so those night bugs were sitting out too. Often times we went outside to catch a breeze of the evening air. It was around 7:30 p.m. and the dusk of the evening was settling down for the night air. There I was with my Mom whom we called Motherdear, (Mutdear..you know that's how it sounded), my Daddy and my 3 sisters and one of my brothers. My momma sat in the her favorite chair swatting flies, gnats and mosquitoes with her fly swatter, while we were sitting there swatting with our hands; or with our towels. The conversations were nice and we were enjoying the moment.

NOW HERE COMES THE SCARY PART:..My Daddy worked at a chemical company that made insecticides and pesticides.."stuff like what you call RAID" bug killers and stuff! Lots of time he would bring home samples and use them to kill bugs around our house. However, this stuff was one with of a fowl smell, but my Daddy thought it was the wonder of bug sprays. "Guaranteed to kill any bug!" My boasting Father would say. Everybody else hated it! It smelled like turnip greens in a container of Raid! Any how, my Daddy was eager to try it out at any given opportunity. He kept our house stinking with the awful smell of that spray! Phew!

BACK TO THE PORCH.... All of a sudden here comes flying up an uninvited visitor! What else?...it was one of those serenading cicadas!.....We'rrrrrrrrrrrrrrr it flew about. My mother swung at it with her fly swatter,-- she missed! That's when my Daddy jumped up off the porch and quickly dashed opening the screen door only to return with the long tube bug sprayer can loaded with "the turnip juice!" ...He sprayed that bug.....He sprayed that bug....and he sprayed that bug! Finally, the mighty cicadas laid down on the porch yielding to its death. Then, my Daddy sprayed it some more. It lay there drenched in a huge puddle of that stinky juice!......My Daddy stood over the bug like he was a hero who had defeated his mortal enemy. My Momma was somewhat of a skeptic; didn't believe that the bug was really dead. Looking at it she said: "Whit, that bug anin't dead!" "Oh yeah it is!" my brave Daddy resounded. "Wife,.. I'm telling you... this stuff kills all kind of bugs!" he stated --reassuring her.  Then a funny thing happened.. my brave Daddy then took his big toe, and gently kicked the bug.........and then......werrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! That bug got up and flew like the wind!  My Daddy let out a yell like a SCARY DOG!! "EEE ...YO...OOOOOOOOOOOOH!" His screaming must of lasted a good 15 seconds-- or more! The whole neighborhood heard it. He said it so loudly ; it sounded like he was yodeling from the Swiss Alps! I had never seen my Daddy scream like that ever! He was terrified! We all were rolling on the ground crying with tears of laughter....

My Daddy never used that spray anymore......And as far as the cicadas,..... My Mother killed  that bug with her fly swatter. Every time I tell this old school story, I laugh so hard.  Even now..I am laughing.   I'm afraid ......I've laughed myself to tears.....Ah...Ha! Ha! Ha!...

Well, that another day past and gone by in the days of "Old School". Another memory of my family's history. After all, I am Reminiscing...Old School Stories.... with WINNIESPOETRY...

NOW THIS IS THRILLER!

WHEN THE YEAR OF THE CICADAS COMES TO YOUR TOWN...

AND ON YOUR PORCH YOU'RE SITTIN DOWN....

SUDDENLY,....SOMEHOW YOU HEAR A HOLLER!

....AND SMELL TURNIP GREENS,

NOT COLLARD!

DON'T BE ALARMED AT THAT LOUD SCREAM!

IT'S JUST COMING FROM:

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"IT SMELLED LIKE TURNIP GREENS!"

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Ah....Ha! Ha! Ha!....Ha!

"EEEE....YO! OOOOOOOOO!

Did y'all hear dat?

--MIISRAEL

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MICHAELMANIAPHOBIA!

MICHAELMANIAPHOBIA!
written by Ms. Winnie Shields a.k.a. MIISRAEL

The Global Affect of Michael Jackson…. You Can’t Beat It!

Everywhere we’re reading, listening, watching and collecting things to keep as one or the other as our very personal memories of Michael. This is a global affect! You can’t beat it! Michael left his legacy in the world. His legacy affects the old, the young, the black, the white and every race and creed of the world’s people. How long will it last? Who knows? Being this is a global affect it may never end anytime soon or never at all! What’s immediately ahead will be involved in a new word called MICHAELMANIAPHOBIA! which means feeling the spirit of Michael Jackson and the fear you may catch it. It’s all music, dancing and feeling the groove to move. Large, and bold and it's wide spread. Just imagine it right now in everyplace in every country, city, town and honky-tonk or hole in the wall people are feeling the spirit of Michael Jackson.

There’s no stopping it now! Record and stores has sold out of shelves of his music all over again and it’s phenomenal! His recordings will be like all new. He may even make the Billboard top number one setting records never done before all over again. From buttons to pictures and even books, they will be written, spoken and remembered about the world’s most provocative music icon ever in time. Nevertheless, MICHAELMANIAPHOBIA! will continue to stay. New cases of this phobia are increasing at an epidemic rate! Do you have it?

ON SAYING...... 

SONGS OF FAREWELLS TO:

MICHAEL JACKSON

written by Ms. Winnie Shields a.k.a. MIISRAEL

It's a farewell but not a separation. We who enjoyed his presence among us "Never Can Say Goodbye" We can say farewell and we'll "Remember the Time" because we fell in love with his gift which he shared with each of us in our own indivisual way. Mourning his death, we also celebrate his life. "In the closet" we will keep his memory of how he said he wanted "Rock wit You" and dance us into day. Our farewells will have a stong sense of " I want you back" and when we call out his name he told us to just look over our shoulder and "I'll be there" He is there in our laughter, our tears, and greatest way of our missing him. Charmed by his true life of living large we looked as he said we willl still be his baby! it didn't matter if we're "Black or White" He projected of himself because he took a look at "The Man in the Mirror" Writing of ways that he actually really did want to "Heal the World" Leaving his songs with us Michael gave us "Thriller" and shocked us all with his multi-talented genius of the greatest music album to date. Beating down the path of his songs of life he encouraged peace and love, singing and his music.. no one wanted to feel defeated just "Beat it!" Farewells songs are not always as easy as "A B C" and he told us ways to live our lives "Off the Wall" Making all of us feel young and vibrant he took us there with him in "P.Y.T." After loving him..."we can hardly love another in the manner we love him" It's all so different because it was "The Way You Make Me Feel" When some of us hurt him he went to "Hardbreak Hotel" and he told us to "Leave Me Alone" Not knowing all of his griefs he hid many of them like a "Smooth Criminal" and sang in a song that asked why? If they say Why? He said: "Tell'em that it's "Human Nature" These are many farewell songs of Michael, each of us have our own favorite and some I just can't recall right now. On saying...you can write your own farewell song of Michael's there are so many. We'll be somewhere listening and thinking that he was "Gone Too Soon."

Thanks for the songs Michael.... 
  

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