JULY is traditionally Family Reunion Month with family gathering taking place all ove the country..especially during 4th of July weekend.
Let us take the time to reflect on, appreciate, cherish and celebrate the "gift" of family.
The Family Tree
We are a glorious tree
With beautiful branches outstretched,
Reaching toward the heavens;
Offering our various gifts
And fruits of our labor.
We share common roots,
That run deep in ancestral soil;
Nurtured by
Common purpose,
Faith, heritage and hope.
We hear the whispers and shouts
Of those gone before.
We hear the voices
Of that great cloud of witnesses,
Ever urging, prodding, coaxing ;
Giving meaning to our race,
Shedding light on our pathways
We carry a certain knowledge
Deep within us
Embedded within our very bones
And marrow;
Encoded in the blood,
That runs between us
Among us and through us;
Carrying a sacred message
Imparted across generations.
We stand united,
Singing praises
To the One
Who made us,
Gathered us,
And bound us
Into a
Strong,
Proud,
Distinctive
Family Tree
Patricia Neely-Dorsey 2009
www.patricianeelydorsey.webs.com
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
JUNE- Happy Father's Day!
Father's Day this year- June 21, 2009
DID YOU KNOW: In the USA, UK and Canada, Father's Day is celebrated on the third Sunday in June, since being made a national holiday in 1966.
This month's blog is dedicated to my father
Dr. James H. Neely
who was a practicing physician in the Tupelo/Lee County area for almost 35 yrs and still remains the best "daddy" ever.
COUNTRY DOCTOR
My Dad was a country doctor,
And I have such memories galore;
I even remember the house calls,
As he literally traveled 'round door to door.
Sometimes, on Saturday mornings,
When I was just a young thing;
My daddy would let me go with him,
As he did all his doctoring.
He'd have his black bag in one hand,
And his stethescope wrapped 'round his neck;
He was most definitely the captain,
And I was his first man on deck.
We traveled way deep in the country,
And there were always such sites to see;
Believe you me, I noticed them all,
Down to the last bumblebee.
I'd always meet really kind people,
As I stayed by my daddy's side;
He'd always give my introduction,
As he stood there beaming with pride.
Many of the people had no indoor plumbing,
And most of them were all very poor;
So my daddy would let patient's pay him,
With whatever it was they'd procure.
Sometimes, he took brown eggs or slab bacon,
Fresh vegetables, hams and the like;
All of this was so amazing to see,
For me as such a young tike.
The old women, he'd always call "young lady",
But old and young all addressed him as sir;
We'd make so many stops on our journey,
I'm quite suprised that it's not all a blur.
I remember learning about all these people,
And all of the crops that they grew.
Each time, I'd learn something different,
Each time, I'd learn something quite new.
My eyes would grow wide with excitement,
As I saw all the animals and stock;
We'd see so much beautiful scenery,
As we'd drive to the next door to knock.
My dad had such a busy schedule,
I can't imagine how he got it all done;
All I remember is I loved tagging along,
And all I remember is fun.
Copyright 2008 Patricia Neely-Dorsey
poem from Reflections of a Mississippi Magnolia-A Life in Poems
www.patricianeelydorsey.webs.com
author's note: Dr. James H. Neely received his Bachelor's degree in 1955 from Kentucky State University, formerly Kentucky State College with a major in chemistry and a minor in math and French.
He received his Doctor of Medicine degree from Meharry Medical College in 1960.
DID YOU KNOW: In the USA, UK and Canada, Father's Day is celebrated on the third Sunday in June, since being made a national holiday in 1966.
This month's blog is dedicated to my father
Dr. James H. Neely
who was a practicing physician in the Tupelo/Lee County area for almost 35 yrs and still remains the best "daddy" ever.
COUNTRY DOCTOR
My Dad was a country doctor,
And I have such memories galore;
I even remember the house calls,
As he literally traveled 'round door to door.
Sometimes, on Saturday mornings,
When I was just a young thing;
My daddy would let me go with him,
As he did all his doctoring.
He'd have his black bag in one hand,
And his stethescope wrapped 'round his neck;
He was most definitely the captain,
And I was his first man on deck.
We traveled way deep in the country,
And there were always such sites to see;
Believe you me, I noticed them all,
Down to the last bumblebee.
I'd always meet really kind people,
As I stayed by my daddy's side;
He'd always give my introduction,
As he stood there beaming with pride.
Many of the people had no indoor plumbing,
And most of them were all very poor;
So my daddy would let patient's pay him,
With whatever it was they'd procure.
Sometimes, he took brown eggs or slab bacon,
Fresh vegetables, hams and the like;
All of this was so amazing to see,
For me as such a young tike.
The old women, he'd always call "young lady",
But old and young all addressed him as sir;
We'd make so many stops on our journey,
I'm quite suprised that it's not all a blur.
I remember learning about all these people,
And all of the crops that they grew.
Each time, I'd learn something different,
Each time, I'd learn something quite new.
My eyes would grow wide with excitement,
As I saw all the animals and stock;
We'd see so much beautiful scenery,
As we'd drive to the next door to knock.
My dad had such a busy schedule,
I can't imagine how he got it all done;
All I remember is I loved tagging along,
And all I remember is fun.
Copyright 2008 Patricia Neely-Dorsey
poem from Reflections of a Mississippi Magnolia-A Life in Poems
www.patricianeelydorsey.webs.com
author's note: Dr. James H. Neely received his Bachelor's degree in 1955 from Kentucky State University, formerly Kentucky State College with a major in chemistry and a minor in math and French.
He received his Doctor of Medicine degree from Meharry Medical College in 1960.
Saturday, May 2, 2009
MAY- Mother's Day Celebrations
MOTHER'S DAY - May 10, 2009 DID YOU KNOW: On May 8,1914, President Woodrow Wilson signed a Joint Resolution designating the second Sunday in May as National Mother's Day, emphasizing the role of women in families.
THANKS MOM(S)
A special thanks goes to every mother,
From every daughter and son;
Remembering and appreciating you,
For all the things you've done.
You've supported and encouraged us,
To dream and reach so far;
You've always helped us to believe, That we could reach that farthest star.
We thank you for protecting us,
From our ownselves,sometimes, it's true;
And always being there to give wise counsel,
As just a small part of all you do.
Thank you mothers for blessing us,
With a love strong, fast and true;
There could never be words in all the word,
To express what's owed to you.
Patricia Neely-Dorsey
HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!!!!!
Patricia Neely-Dorsey is the author of
Reflections of a Mississippi Magnolia-A Life In Poems
website:www.patricianeelydorsey.webs.com
THANKS MOM(S)
A special thanks goes to every mother,
From every daughter and son;
Remembering and appreciating you,
For all the things you've done.
You've supported and encouraged us,
To dream and reach so far;
You've always helped us to believe, That we could reach that farthest star.
We thank you for protecting us,
From our ownselves,sometimes, it's true;
And always being there to give wise counsel,
As just a small part of all you do.
Thank you mothers for blessing us,
With a love strong, fast and true;
There could never be words in all the word,
To express what's owed to you.
Patricia Neely-Dorsey
HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!!!!!
Patricia Neely-Dorsey is the author of
Reflections of a Mississippi Magnolia-A Life In Poems
website:www.patricianeelydorsey.webs.com
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Interview with Inspiration Station
I had the pleasure of being interviewed today on Inspiration Station. This online radio show is the place where leaders, artists, writers, and speakers come to inspire.
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Sho Nuf Angie Online Radio Show - My Interview
Listen to my interview with Angela Abraham on her show, Sho Nuf Angie. Sho Nuf Angie is an internet blog talk show just between the girls. The conversations are relevant for today's busy woman.
Saturday, April 4, 2009
Welcome to the Celebrate the South Blog Tour
Hello Friends!
Thank you so much for sharing with me in a "Celebration of the South"through Poetry, Prose and The Written Word. I think that you are in for a real treat!
Over the next week, April 5-11, we will explore poems from my book, Reflections of a Mississippi Magnolia- A Life in Poems.
There will ,also, be interviews, reviews and blogs that will offer new insights at every turn.
There will ,also, be interviews, reviews and blogs that will offer new insights at every turn.
It is my sincere hope that those who live in the south will find a renewed appreciation for the wonderful beauty that surrounds us everyday.
For those outside of the south, I would like to give a more positive glimpse into the southern way of life. I know that we will ALL be reminded of the simpler pleasures of life.
As we travel down the country roads of childhood memories, personal thoughts and dreams, I am sure that you will (almost) be able to smell those fragrant magnolia blossoms, taste that syrupy sweet tea, hear the birds singing in the blossoming dogwood trees, and see the steam rising from that pan of hot cornbread.
You are about to embark upon a journey that is sure to excite your senses and warm your heart.
For those outside of the south, I would like to give a more positive glimpse into the southern way of life. I know that we will ALL be reminded of the simpler pleasures of life.
As we travel down the country roads of childhood memories, personal thoughts and dreams, I am sure that you will (almost) be able to smell those fragrant magnolia blossoms, taste that syrupy sweet tea, hear the birds singing in the blossoming dogwood trees, and see the steam rising from that pan of hot cornbread.
You are about to embark upon a journey that is sure to excite your senses and warm your heart.
Thank you Again, for accompanying me , while I share with you, as the last line of one of my poems proclaims, "a way of life that I adore."
-- Patricia
-- Patricia
Friday, April 3, 2009
Celebrate the South Blog Tour
ABOUT THE BOOK
Patricia Neely-Dorsey’s fascinating book of poetry is a true celebration of the south and things southern. Using childhood memories, personal thoughts and dreams, the author offers a positive glimpse into the southern way of life.
BLOG TOUR SCHEDULE
April 5 - Preaching Sunday
April 6 - Southern Life
April 7 - Mississippi Morning
April 8 - Southern Man
April 9 - Soul Food Restaurant
- Maggie Reads
- “Take Ten” Interviews with Conversations Book Club
- WordThirst Literary Journal and Authors Showcase Online Radio Show (8:00 pm EST)
April 10 - Shelling Peas
- AAMBC Book Tours
- WrittenVoicesPodcast.com (Poetry Month Feature)
- AAMBC Online Radio Show (8:00pm EST)
April 11 - Reflections of a Mississippi Magnolia
TARGET DEMOGRAPHICS
- All Ages
- Southerners and People Who Love the South
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
APRIL- National Poetry Month
April is : NATIONAL POETRY MONTH
Some ideas on how you might celebrate National Poetry Month
* Try writing an original poem
* Read poetry to your children
* Recite some poetry at an open-mic/ spoken-word venue
* Read a biography of a famous poet..see what made them tick
*Send a poem to a friend or loved one
*Support/Promote the work of a local poet
*Buy a wonderful book of poetry (preferably Reflections of a
Mississippi Magnolia- A Life in Poems by Patricia Neely-Dorsey) (smile)
HAPPY POETRY MONTH !!!
POETRY
My daddy helped me to love poetry,
He liked that kind of thing;
On Sunday mornings we'd recite,
"When Malindy Sings."
I loved the rhythm and the rhyme,
Each stanza and each verse;
We'd just say it how we felt,
With no need to rehearse.
I like to write my own poems now,
And let my own words flow;
I find that there are things inside,
I want other folks to know.
It's such a wonderful feeling,
To see my own words in print;
Sometimes, I think the words I write,
Are truly heaven sent.
Wherever it all comes from,
It's something I love to do;
It's my hope ,in some small way,
It's most enjoyable to you.
Copyright 2008 Patricia Neely-Dorsey
poem from Reflections of a Mississippi Magnolia-A Life in Poems
www.patricianeelydorsey.webs.com
Some ideas on how you might celebrate National Poetry Month
* Try writing an original poem
* Read poetry to your children
* Recite some poetry at an open-mic/ spoken-word venue
* Read a biography of a famous poet..see what made them tick
*Send a poem to a friend or loved one
*Support/Promote the work of a local poet
*Buy a wonderful book of poetry (preferably Reflections of a
Mississippi Magnolia- A Life in Poems by Patricia Neely-Dorsey) (smile)
HAPPY POETRY MONTH !!!
POETRY
My daddy helped me to love poetry,
He liked that kind of thing;
On Sunday mornings we'd recite,
"When Malindy Sings."
I loved the rhythm and the rhyme,
Each stanza and each verse;
We'd just say it how we felt,
With no need to rehearse.
I like to write my own poems now,
And let my own words flow;
I find that there are things inside,
I want other folks to know.
It's such a wonderful feeling,
To see my own words in print;
Sometimes, I think the words I write,
Are truly heaven sent.
Wherever it all comes from,
It's something I love to do;
It's my hope ,in some small way,
It's most enjoyable to you.
Copyright 2008 Patricia Neely-Dorsey
poem from Reflections of a Mississippi Magnolia-A Life in Poems
www.patricianeelydorsey.webs.com
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
MARCH-Women's History Month
March is :
NATIONAL WOMEN'S HISTORY MONTH .
Celebrate the beautiful woman/women in your life.
SHADES OF LOVELY(Good Enough to Eat)
Women of color are a sight to behold,
It's amazing to see their delicious colors unfold.
Honey,
Spice,
Brown Sugar,
Brown Rice,
Nutmeg and Cinnamon,
Gingerbread and Toast,
These are just a few of the colors,
That Black women boast.
There's Pecan, Almond, Walnut ,
and Coconut Cream;
There are more shades of lovely
Than any could dream.
If chocolate's your weakness,
They have every hue,
White chocolate, Dark chocolate
And Milk chocolate, too.
They come in Caramel and they come in Toffee,
They even come, like you like your coffee.
There's coffee with cream and coffee black,
Of any variety, there's certainly no lack.
There's Espresso and Mocha
And Cafe au Lait
Too many colors to count in a day.
From Banana to Licorice,
Including Hot Fudge;
If prizes were given,
Who could possibly judge?
When you see women of color
In all their array;
There's nothing more lovely,
You'd just have to say.
Copyright 2008 Patricia Neely-Dorsey
poem from Reflections of a Mississippi Magnolia-A Life in Poems
www.patricianeelydorsey.webs.com
NATIONAL WOMEN'S HISTORY MONTH .
Celebrate the beautiful woman/women in your life.
SHADES OF LOVELY(Good Enough to Eat)
Women of color are a sight to behold,
It's amazing to see their delicious colors unfold.
Honey,
Spice,
Brown Sugar,
Brown Rice,
Nutmeg and Cinnamon,
Gingerbread and Toast,
These are just a few of the colors,
That Black women boast.
There's Pecan, Almond, Walnut ,
and Coconut Cream;
There are more shades of lovely
Than any could dream.
If chocolate's your weakness,
They have every hue,
White chocolate, Dark chocolate
And Milk chocolate, too.
They come in Caramel and they come in Toffee,
They even come, like you like your coffee.
There's coffee with cream and coffee black,
Of any variety, there's certainly no lack.
There's Espresso and Mocha
And Cafe au Lait
Too many colors to count in a day.
From Banana to Licorice,
Including Hot Fudge;
If prizes were given,
Who could possibly judge?
When you see women of color
In all their array;
There's nothing more lovely,
You'd just have to say.
Copyright 2008 Patricia Neely-Dorsey
poem from Reflections of a Mississippi Magnolia-A Life in Poems
www.patricianeelydorsey.webs.com
Saturday, January 31, 2009
February is Special
February has always held a special place in my heart.
It is the month that I was born(February 7,1964).
It is the month that my son was born (February 28, 1999).
It is the month that I wrote my first poem (February 14, 2007).
It is month that my first book of poetry was published (February 22, 2008), and it is Black History Month (which had it's beginnings when Carter G. Woodson first proclaimed a Negro History Week on Febraury 12, 1926).
History is essentially a collection of stories handed down.
The dictionary defines history as:
1) An account of what has or might have happened in the form of a narrative, play, story or tale
2) What has happened in the life or development of a people, country or institution,ect.
3) A known or recorded past
As African-Americans ,we have an especially rich collective history and each one of us has a very rich individual history made up of a unique set of experiences, circumstances and encounters.
In honor of Black History Month,I want to urge each individual to:
TELL YOUR STORY/(stories)
Consider this, the Best Selling , Award Winning novel Roots came from one man's (Alex Haley's) family stories handed down over the generations and prompted a whole movement of interest in geneologies, heritage and African-American History .
This month, be a part of promulgating, promoting and preserving black history by TELLING YOUR STORY.
The following poem comes from a story that my mother and father would repeatedly tell me over the years about the difficulties they had in voting and registering to vote.
RIGHT TO VOTE
I love to hear the stories,
That my mama and daddy tell;
Sometimes, we'll just sit a while,
And they'll talk for a spell.
They've told me of how hard it was,
For them to get to vote;
They'd go down to the courthouse door,
And there would be a note;
"Out to Lunch" or "No One's In,"
"Come Back Another Day,"
In all kinds of ways you wouldn't believe,
They were turned away.
Even when they did get in,
There were more hurdles they had to cross;
They'd be asked to answer questions
That would put anyone to a loss,
"How many bubbles in a bar of soap?"
"How many pennies in that jar?"
"How many raindrops to fill a barrel?"
"How many miles to a star?"
It seems almost incredulous
That this was how it was;
But, believe you me, no matter what,
I vote, now, just because.
Copyright 2008 Patricia Neely-Dorsey
poem from Reflections of a Mississippi Magnolia-A Life in Poems
It is the month that I was born(February 7,1964).
It is the month that my son was born (February 28, 1999).
It is the month that I wrote my first poem (February 14, 2007).
It is month that my first book of poetry was published (February 22, 2008), and it is Black History Month (which had it's beginnings when Carter G. Woodson first proclaimed a Negro History Week on Febraury 12, 1926).
History is essentially a collection of stories handed down.
The dictionary defines history as:
1) An account of what has or might have happened in the form of a narrative, play, story or tale
2) What has happened in the life or development of a people, country or institution,ect.
3) A known or recorded past
As African-Americans ,we have an especially rich collective history and each one of us has a very rich individual history made up of a unique set of experiences, circumstances and encounters.
In honor of Black History Month,I want to urge each individual to:
TELL YOUR STORY/(stories)
Consider this, the Best Selling , Award Winning novel Roots came from one man's (Alex Haley's) family stories handed down over the generations and prompted a whole movement of interest in geneologies, heritage and African-American History .
This month, be a part of promulgating, promoting and preserving black history by TELLING YOUR STORY.
The following poem comes from a story that my mother and father would repeatedly tell me over the years about the difficulties they had in voting and registering to vote.
RIGHT TO VOTE
I love to hear the stories,
That my mama and daddy tell;
Sometimes, we'll just sit a while,
And they'll talk for a spell.
They've told me of how hard it was,
For them to get to vote;
They'd go down to the courthouse door,
And there would be a note;
"Out to Lunch" or "No One's In,"
"Come Back Another Day,"
In all kinds of ways you wouldn't believe,
They were turned away.
Even when they did get in,
There were more hurdles they had to cross;
They'd be asked to answer questions
That would put anyone to a loss,
"How many bubbles in a bar of soap?"
"How many pennies in that jar?"
"How many raindrops to fill a barrel?"
"How many miles to a star?"
It seems almost incredulous
That this was how it was;
But, believe you me, no matter what,
I vote, now, just because.
Copyright 2008 Patricia Neely-Dorsey
poem from Reflections of a Mississippi Magnolia-A Life in Poems
Monday, January 19, 2009
The New Year
The new year is often a time for reflections, evaluations and assessments.
But, mostly it is a time of goal setting and forging ahead.
One essential element of proceeding into the New Year with a positive attitude, positive aspirations and positive expectations is a positive self esteem. Unfortunately, it seems that many of the ills of our society are rooted and grounded in poor self esteem issues. Sadly, too, this problem
with self esteem seems to be running rampant among our youth.
Now is the time for each of us to take stock and consider all of the wonderful qualities that we possess and all that we have to offer the world.
Each one of us has very unique characteristics, talents , abilities, attributes and gifts. We should all learn to appreciate the one- of - a -kind, unique beings that we are inside and out and the special place that we take up in the world. There is not now, never has been and never will be another who is exactly like you.
This year, I challenge you to develop all of your natural resources and use them to make a positive difference in your world and the world around you. As we go forward into this New Year, each one of us should make this one resolve: "I Will Be The Best Me I Can Be".
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But, mostly it is a time of goal setting and forging ahead.
One essential element of proceeding into the New Year with a positive attitude, positive aspirations and positive expectations is a positive self esteem. Unfortunately, it seems that many of the ills of our society are rooted and grounded in poor self esteem issues. Sadly, too, this problem
with self esteem seems to be running rampant among our youth.
Now is the time for each of us to take stock and consider all of the wonderful qualities that we possess and all that we have to offer the world.
Each one of us has very unique characteristics, talents , abilities, attributes and gifts. We should all learn to appreciate the one- of - a -kind, unique beings that we are inside and out and the special place that we take up in the world. There is not now, never has been and never will be another who is exactly like you.
This year, I challenge you to develop all of your natural resources and use them to make a positive difference in your world and the world around you. As we go forward into this New Year, each one of us should make this one resolve: "I Will Be The Best Me I Can Be".
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