Monday, February 07, 2011
My husband's paternal great grandfather, F.H. Crumbly, aka Floyd H. Crumbly, was an extraordinary man of color at the turn of the 20th Century and during its early years. Here are a few pieces of history to support that claim and to remind us that the event of slavery is not our catalyst of history, rather but an event. We were and we are and we shall always be a people imbued with strength, determination, vision, power and genius - whether given a fair opportunity or not!
From entering the world as the son of a free woman and a slave (who himself became one of the first African Americans to serve on a congressional committee following the civil war) to earning the rank of Lt. Col. in the Spanish American War, from becoming one of Atlanta's first most distinguished business men to one of its founders of African American based charitable, financial, social, business and religious organizations, to making his way to Los Angeles to become a publisher and a key founder of the African-American YMCA and NAACP chapters there - Floyd Henry Crumbly made an indelible mark on history.
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Posted by Peggy at 11:32 AM
Tuesday, February 01, 2011
Photos:Copyright Peggy T. Love, All Rights Reserved
This is the snow from about a week ago, not the blizzard we are in the midst of today. The quiet beauty is a reminder of the need to slow down, to allow the life flow to just feel its way unimpeded by the urgency so inherent in our current times.
I was working on a project, stumped somewhat because something I'd anticipated would be a given was clearly going to be anything but, when I felt the urge to get up and creep down to the landing at the foot of the final set of stairs that led up to my studio.
I tiptoed back up the stairs and retrieved my camera, eased back down as though I might disturb the snow if I walked hard and shot a few shots, including these. I felt I was taking a photo of "peace".
Posted by Peggy at 12:38 PM