Archive | August 2011

Wordless Wednesday: Old Photo’s Part #1

I have inherited a large collection of photo’s and will use the Wordless Wednesday prompt to continue posting photo’s of family and their friends.

Vashon H.S. Dance, St. Louis, Missouri, 1946
My Dad, Walter Porter, on far left
Other names on back of picture:
L. Wright, Edward Tripp, Delores, Trank Mays
(Not sure who is who) Porter Family collection
Henry Hodge (Far Back Left at desk)
Federally funded program through the Settlement House
St. Louis, Missouri
Henry Hodge Photo Collection
1940

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Raymond and Jeanette Cully: Recollections from Betty Peters

Raymond & Jeanette Cully
Photo from Gail Cully Middleton Collection
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     My mother used to tell me stories about her Uncle’s and Aunts (The Cully’s).  She always talked about Uncle Raymond, as she would say Ray was her favorite Uncle.  I am unsure if I met him or not as we lived in California and Ray and his family lived on the East Coast.  My mother was always positive about Uncle Ray.  She shared with me that he was a drummer, and often played alongside his other siblings growing up, as they were all very musically talented.  As adults, he often play with his brother Wendell Culley.


     I  had the opportunity to meet Uncle Ray & Aunt Jeanette’s daughters in New York, (Gail & Karen) and still need to meet their son Raymond, but I know the opportunity will arise.  My goal in my genealogy was to find all the descendants of the ten surviving Great Aunts and Uncle’s and meet them and reuniting our families which have not been together in over 50 to 60 years, even though many of us are not even that age.  I have had much success in locating my cousins, and look forward to meeting them all.  I just wish my mother had lived long enough to meet them also.


     The story below is what was told to my mother by Ray.  My Uncle Ray and Aunt Jeanette married and remained married until Raymond’s death in the 70’s. He definitely loved Jeanette and they have three adult children to show for it.




[Story insert]


     The doorbell rang.  I answered the door.  There stood a small Negro man and a white woman.  The Negro man looked as though he might be Cuban.  He wore a black coat and grey hat. The white woman had on a very cheap, fluffy, white fur coat.  Her much-bleached reddish hair was in a screwy frizz, hanging down from a medium sized hat and touching her shoulders.  Her eyes were very strange.  They were very heavily made up.  The woman grinned.  The man sat down the two suitcases he was holding.


“Are you Betty?”, he asked.


“Yes, I am.”
“well,” he smiled, “I’m your Uncle Raymond, and this is your Aunt Joan!”


….


     Uncle Raymond explained his marriage thusly: He was “gigging” in Albany, (which he described as being a worse place racially than Atlanta, Georgia.)  Jenny (Aunt Joan) was a waitress in the night club where he played.  He and she “got something going”, and she claimed she was madly in love, although for him it was just another temporary romance in the life of a busy traveling musician.
     Since he had not car, he and Jenny used to do a lot of walking around Albany.  Sometimes they would “take a walk.”  Other times they would be coming from or going to some definite place.  Jenny would hold his arm, cast affectionate glances his way and give him occasional little love pats and pinches.  This bothered the townspeople, who complained to the police.
     Uncle Raymond was called down to the police station and told to date his “own kind” and to leave the town’s white women alone.  Uncle Raymond laughed at times and walked Jenny around town more than ever.  He told Jenny what happened and she increased her affection in public, giggling loudly when people stared in apparent disgust.
     Still Uncle Raymond said he was not in love with Jenny.  He was in love with a girl back home who had set him up in the upholstery business in an effort to get him to give up show-business.  To him defying the town with Jenny was fun…nothing more!
     Finally the chief of police had Uncle Raymond picked-up.  Uncle Raymond was taken to the Chief’s private office.  He called Uncle Raymond a nigger, said he obviously didn’t know the “ways” of Albany, and told him if he kept on walking around town with this white woman hanging on his arm they would run him out of town.
     Uncle Raymond was furious!  He screamed at the chief of police..  He left the police station hollering, “I’ll show you!”
     He went straight to a store and bought a wedding ring.  That night at the club he proposed to Jenny.  She was thrilled!
     A short while later, married, arm in arm, they walked right past the police station.  Jenny waved her fingers for all looking out from the building to see her wedding ring.  They stepped into the cab they had waiting, went straight to the train station and left Albany.  Since they had no money, no jobs and could not return to Albany, they came to our apartment in New York.

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Talented Tuesday: Lyrics & Music

When I reflect on my parent’s lives, I think, “Wow! They really knew how to live.”  There was never a dull moment, and if there was, it was because we were asleep, and even then, there was noise, as my father snored so loud you would think a train was running through the house!

I remember my parents always coming up with a tune, a beat, some words, and making their own music.  There was always something being created at home.  Our home was always lively, yes, and there were only four of us that lived in the home.

Below are some songs my parents created.

THE WONDERER
LYRICS & MUSIC
BY
WALTER J. PORTER & BETTY M. PORTER
I WONDER WHY MY BABY LEFT POOR ME/repeat 4 times
I WONDER WHERE COULD MY BABY BE/ repeat 3 times 
I WONDER WHY MY BABY LEFT POOR ME
I WONDER WHO IS HOLDING HER TIGHT/repeat 4 times
I WONDER WHY MY BABY LEFT POOR ME
BRIDGE
WHO WHERE WHY, WHY, WHERE WHO
FEELING SO LONESOME FEELING SO BLUE
ONLY HER LOVE CAN EASE THIS PAIN
ANOTHER NIGHT WITHOUT HER WILL DRIVE ME INSANE
I WONDER WHEN IS SHE COMING BACK/repeat 3 times
I WONDER WHO, WHERE, WHY, WHERE CAN MY BABY BE
COPYRIGHT 1990
LADY BLUES/MR. BLUES
LYRICS AND MUSIC
BY
WALTER J. PORTER & BETTY MAE PORTER
LADY BLUES/MR. BLUES MAY BE INTERCHANGED IN THE SONG/MALE OR FEMALE VOCALIST

LADY BLUES IS MY CONSTANT COMPANION
WALKS WITH ME EVERY NIGHT AND DAY
LADY BLUES IS MY CONSTANT COMPANION
ASKED ME WHY DID YOU GO AWAY
LADY BLUES IS MY CONSTANT COMPANION
ASKED ME WHY DID OUR LOVE GO WRONG
LADY BLUES IS MY CONSTANT COMPANION
ASKED ME WHY DO I SING THIS SONG
BRIDGE
I TOLD HER I WILL NEVER KNOW THE REAL REASON WHY
THAT YOU ENJOY INFLICTING ALL OF THIS PAIN ON SUCH AS ME
I TOLD HER THAT I WILL NEVER KNOW THE REASON WHY
EXCEPT THAT MAYBE SOME LUCKY HAS CAUGHT YOUR EYE
LADY BLUES I KNOW SOMEDAY WILL LEAVE ME
SOON I HOPE SHE WILL SET ME FREE
CAUSE MY HEART WON’T KNOW PEACE OR CONTENTMENT
TIL SHE BRINGS HER LOVE BACK TO ME
COPYRIGHT 1990

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Military Monday: Letter to a Son

Marshall Walter Porter
U.S. Air Force
March 1985

(6 Years Later)

[transcribed]

Jan 14, 1991

Dear Marshall:

I want you to know that you are kept in my prayers.  I want you to know how proud I am of the way you are taking on the responsibility of a service person who might go to war.

I was in your position during the Korean War.  I was called upon to go into service and I did.  I trained and could have been sent to fight, in a place I knew very little.  I had the good fortune to be stationed in California, so I did not have to fight.

As an adult, you will be called upon to do things for which you have strong feeling against doing, but duty calls.  You will be asked to go into battle and you might not know the reasons for fighting, but duty calls.

There is a certain amount of fear involved in going into the unknown.  Feel the fear, because it is natural.  Just don’t let the fear interfere with doing the things for which you have been trained.

I called my Congressman today in Washington, to let him know that I think that America should not rush into war.  I wanted him to know that we should wait on the sanctions to have an effect on the life of the people in Iraq.  The sanctions could end the conflict without a war.

War may come, and you may be caught up in it.  Keep the faith.  Know that we love you and will do whatever we can for your family if something should happen to you.

God bless you, and may his light shine upon you and keep you safe,

Love,
Dad

Saturday, we had the Martin Luther King Parade downtown.  A big group of people demonstrated for peace.  Today, the largest peace demonstration was held since the Viet Nam War.

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Amanuensis Monday: Betty Peters 1942 Journal, Day #13

This is a continued effort to transcribe my mother’s 1942 Journal when she was 15 years old.  To see other postings Click on following links: Day #1Day #2Day #3Day #4Day #5Day #6 & #7Day #8Day #9Day #10 Day #11 Day #12

Betty Peters

Page 62-Bottom

Monday March 22, 1943

Well doggone!
Things certainly can happen: Maude Turner told Alveretta that she ought to improve herself culturally.  Now Alveretta hides every time she comes.  Maude has washed her hand of the whole affair, and who can blame her.  She was really trying to be a sincere helpful friend and Alveretta took offense.

“Mastermind” has laryngitis (almost).

Page 63

March 22, 1943 Cont’d

I was in bed all last friday with a cold &  was absent from school.
     Speaking of school, I am really working hard this term for two objects. 1. Arista 2. General Principles.  Mother has at last realized that writing is the only thing for me & now she is all for it.  I have an outline for a story. “A.L.F.H.”  I can hardly wait for some extra time in which I can develop it.
     Colored girls are going to be hired as clerks at Bloomingdales next Summer & I am going to go down and see if they will hire me.  I hope they will.
     Well Ray & Joan (Jake & Jenny) have come & gone again.

Page 64

March 22, 1945 Cont’d

For one roaring week they stayed.  They came last Monday & they just left at about 5:00 P.M.  It is now 5:20 P.M. (in other words 20 minutes ago).  At last they in style. Jake is working in a band, Jenny in a restaurant.  They are both in Albany.  She keeps watch over him like a “vigil in the night,” the poor sap can’t move without having Jenny tailing behind like a body-guard.  She is terribly jealous & swears all women are out to get her “Daddy.”  Just a few evenings ago, Aunt Leronia was here, Uncle Ray talked to her at the table, Jenny got so mad she almost smoked a pack of cigarettes.  She ordered him to eat his dinner & be quiet (if you please).  Later, he was playing the piano for Aunt “L” & Joan couldn’t stand their being…

March 22, 1943 Cont’d

Page 65

…alone in the living room.  So, in went Jenny & she sat & she sat & she sat.

This afternoon, (the day of their dreaded departure), I cam home from school & immediately knew something was wrong.  I inquired only to find out that (as usual) Ray had skipped and left Joan; he had even taken the key to their room with him.  Joan had some money, her ticket back home, the new coffee pot she had just bought. (aluminum & red to be exact), and herself, but her clothes were in the room & “sweet papa” had the key.  No papa, no clothes, sorry?   Are you asking me if she was mad?

ARE YOU KIDDING!

Page 66

March 22, 1943  Cont’d.

Besides the flames that literally leaping out of Joan’s ears, there was Mother (worried), (Unkie I’m told was worried too) & I was hungry.  Well, I ate, and at 4:30 (after Joan had left to go across the street and see if she could get into the room “pans” a key) who should appear but Jake.  He had been to a business meeting.  It seems he had to go to a fraternity house. (where “femmes” are not admitted).  Joan is such a clinging vine that the only way he could go was by back alley & underhand methods.  This : Chop Suey.  (In other words everything was mixed up).  But definitely!  Now the two lambs (drippy & droopy) have left our humble domain & are going back to Albany (Pity Albany!)  Well, at least they are different, and Earl says “Variety is the spice of life.”

Page 67

March 22, 1943 Cont’d

     Speaking of Earl, he is definitely “in there” (again) with me.  My dear friend (?) R.S. (and that doesn’t stand for Rain Storm) is definitely out.  Reason for the first:  How can a gal help herself? Reason for the second: The party of this first part is Jealous of the party of the second part, and is trying to take action.  Tut Tut!  Pitiful aren’t we?
     Hilda Proctor is a darling and a good friend of mine.  Lester likes her.  She talks of her soldier boy “Bucky” but I think Mr. H. has 1/3 of M(?) Proctor anyway.  I am going to invite her down for Easter.  I hope she can come.
     There is something pee-kue-lee-ar going on between Barbara & Iva, and I, your reporter means to…

Page 68 Top

March 22, 1943 Cont’d

..find out just what the “something” is.  Meanwhile don’t forget to by more stamps & the next time you go shopping don’t forget that package of “Cuddely Duddely Safety pins.”
Take it Easy!!! Grrreasy!

P.S. Irving is reported to be a droole. Gwennie is grooving herself with Henry Hines from Brooklyn.

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Sundays Obituary: Betty Mae Peters Porter

My mother Betty Porter had 2 obits in two different newspapers.  Jack Williams, always did an extensive obituary on anyone noteworthy for the San Diego Union-Tribune.  He was offered an early retirement and took it in 2007.  The other Obituary was in the African American Local Newspaper, The San Diego Voice & Viewpoint.  I thought I would include both as they both are somewhat different.  I believe my mother’s sister-friend Vira Williams wrote the one in the V & V.

Published in SD Voice & Viewpoint
Written by Vira Williams



Betty Mae Peters Porter was born in New York City on November 17, 1926 to Agnes Cully and Charles I. Peters.  She was an only child.  Betty grew up in the “Sugar Hill” area of New York City where she attended George Washington High School.  Always an organizer and socialite, Better and her life time friend, Marilyn “Mickey” Sullivan formed and belonged to a club during their childhood called the “149 Street Queens.”  


Her mother, Agnes was a well known seamstress and fashion designer.  Her clients included Marian Anderson, Betty Davis, Barbara Rush, Joan Crawford and other celebrities.  Betty often modeled in her mother’s fashion shows in New York City.


Betty was an excellent student. She received a dual bachelor’s degree in English an Journalism from New York University in 1947.  Her skills and clever talents in writing were evident in her unique holiday letters received by friends and relatives.  Betty and her mother moved to Los Angeles, where her Aunt Zara Cully Brown was an actress, also known as “Mother Jefferson” in the television sitcom “The Jeffersons” (starring Sherman Hemsley and Isabelle Sanford).


While in Los Angeles, Betty received her California Credential from Los Angeles State College, and attended Pepperdine University, where she received her Master of Arts degree in Multicultural Education.  Betty became very popular and active in the social and political circles of the Los Angeles Community.  Betty taught at Rosewood Elementary School and later founded the Friendship Guild where she was President.  This was an elite organization of women who remained Betty’s dearest friends throughout her life.


In 1957, Betty met and married the late Dr. Walter J. Porter.  They moved to San Diego, CA in 1969, and became very active in the field of education, musical and civic affairs.  They also became the proud parents of two loving children.  Betty taught classes for the Gifted & Talented students at the elementary school level in the San Diego City Schools for many years, retiring in 1992.  She was an avid reader, and an excellent cook.  A “gathering at the Porter household was always a special treat. She was always supportive of “Wally’s” numerous activities as she shared forty-four memorable years with him until his death in 2001.  She also enjoyed spending time with her seven grandchildren.


Betty was a member of the San Diego Tema Sister Society, the African Art Committee, the chapel of awareness in Encinitas and was an Alpha Kappa Alpha Sorority, Inc. Silver Star,(Epsilon Xi Omega Chapter).  Betty was a breast cancer survivor who tried to impress on others the importance of yearly exams.  She suffered a massive stroke on Christmas Eve, which took her life.


Betty Porter leaves to mourn two children, Marshall Porter of Houston, TX,. Yvette Porter-Moore of Spring Valley, CA,. Seven grandchildren, Keith Porter, Vanessa Moore, Michael Moore, Victoria Porter of San Diego, Candice Porter, Kyle Porter & Kayla Porter of Houston, Tx., and a host of family members and friends.  We will miss her great sense of humor and her infectious laugh.  If you look in the sky, you will see two bright, new stars-Betty and Walter porter continuing their eternal party together.


The “Celebration of Lie Services,” will be held, Saturday, January 24, 2004 from 4:00pm-7:00pm at the South Crest Arts Cultural Center, 4120 Alpha Street, San Diego, CA 92113.


In lieu of flowers & cards, donation can be sent to the Walter J. Porter Educational & Community Foundation, 1314 Sangamon Avenue, Spring Valley, CA 91977.

The San Diego Union-Tribune

JANUARY 23, 2004
Section: LOCAL
Edition: 1,2,6,7
Page: B-6

Column: OBITUARIES

Betty Mae Porter 
educator, writer and civic activist

If Betty Mae Porter hadn’t found her niche teaching gifted and talented children, she might have made her mark as a journalist.

As a dual English and journalism major at New York University in the late 1940s, she had visions of writing for a newspaper. But the racial barriers of the era made it difficult to find a job, said her daughter, Yvette Porter-Moore.

Mrs. Porter turned to elementary education instead, beginning a career that brought her to the San Diego Unified School District in 1969. Before retiring in 1992, she had taught at four schools in the city’s gifted and talented education program.

She died of complications from a stroke Jan. 5 at San Diego Hospice, her daughter said. Mrs. Porter was 77.

A writer for much of her life, Mrs. Porter impressed family and friends with her language skills and her vivid letters, which became a holiday tradition. She had started compiling her memoirs before her death, recording her life story in notes and audio tapes.

“It’s something I might finish as a family project,” her daughter said.

Along with her husband, fellow educator Walter J. Porter, Mrs. Porter was active in several community organizations. Her husband, who died in August 2001, had been dean of the Mid-City Continuing Education Center.

An elementary school bearing his name is scheduled to open in 2005 in southeastern San Diego, his daughter said.

Proud of her African-Amerian heritage, Mrs. Porter served on the African Arts Committee of the San Diego Museum of Art and was active in the San Diego-Tema Sister City Society. The latter was formed to adopt Tema, Ghana, as an African sister city to San Diego.

Mrs. Porter‘s memberships included the Episilon Xi Omega Chapter of Alpha Kappa Alpha Sorority Inc.

In April, Mrs. Porter was diagnosed with breast cancer, a disease that had killed her mother. Through surgery, radiation and chemotherapy, she regained her health.

“She said she wanted to spend the rest of her life promoting cancer awareness and encouraging women to get mammograms,” her daughter said.

Mrs. Porter, a Del Cerro resident for more than 30 years, was born in New York City.

Growing up in affluent Sugar Hill in northern Manhattan, she co-founded a social club, “149th Street Queens.” Her mother, Agnes Peters, designed fashions for a celebrity clientele that included Marian Anderson, Bette Davis, Barbara Rush and Joan Crawford.

Mrs. Porter often modeled her mother’s fashions in New York City before moving to Los Angeles. Although her roots were on the East Coast, she had an aunt in Los Angeles, Zara Cully Brown, an actress who played the role of the feisty Mother Jefferson in “The Jeffersons” TV series.

While living in Los Angeles, Mrs. Porter earned a California teaching credential at Los Angeles State College and a master’s degree in multicultural education at Pepperdine University.

She began her teaching career at Rosewood Elementary School in Los Angeles. After moving to San Diego, she taught at various times at Encanto Elementary, Stockton Elementary, Sunset View Elementary and Lindbergh-Schweitzer Elementary.

Survivors include her daughter, Yvette Porter-Moore of Spring Valley; son, Marshall Porter of Houston; and seven grandchildren.

A celebration of life is scheduled from 4 to 7 p.m. tomorrow at Southcrest Arts and Cultural Center, 4120 Alpha St., San Diego.

Donations are suggested to the Walter J. Porter Educational & Community Foundation, 1314 Sangamon Ave., Spring Valley, CA 91977.

Jack Williams


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Scrapbook Sunday: Betty Peters Communicants Class Part #2

This is a continuance of My mother’s Scrapbook #1.

My mother Betty Peters (1926-2004) had a really nice red scrapbook that she put together in her Communicants Class;  that included church programs, little booklets of various gospel books of the Bible, news article clippings and things that interested her or were her favorite things.

Every Sunday I will post pages from my mother’s scrapbook & as the pages are falling apart and disintegrating.  The red scrapbook is over 70 years old and she put it together when she was attending St. James Presbyterian Church in Harlem.  It was 1940 and my mother was 14 years old.

Young People’s Day 1940
Presbyterian Church in the United States of America
Front Page
Page 2 & 3 of Program

Young People’s Day
Presbyterian Church in the United States of America
Front Page

Page 2 & 3 of Program

Marian Anderson
My Grandmother Agnes was her Designer for 20 years.

Articles featuring:
Gertrude Elise Ayer &
Justice Jane M. Bolin

Raymond Pace Alexander

Raymond Pace Alexander heads one of the most skillful, best-trained, and successful law firms in America housed in its own office building in the nation’s third city.

 [Transcribed]

ETHEL WATERS IN “MAMBA’S DAUGHTERS” creates, with passion and great artistry, a character that is almost Greek in its capacity for tragedy.  As Hagar, the daughter of Mamba,pursued by the twin Furies of bad luck and wild temper, Miss Waters portrays a woman whose greatest crime is stupidity, whose love for her child runs like a crimson thread through the dark fabric of her life.  Mis Waters’ voice has long delighted Broadway, but in this, her first “straight” part, the wide scope of her acting ability is revealed.  “Mamba’s Daughters,” written by DuBose Heyward and published as a novel in 1929, is dramatized by Mr. Heyward and his wife, Dorothy.  Here, as in all their writing, they explore the gaiety and the despair of the American Negro.  In the dusty country of the Deep South, this pitiful drama of a violent, uncomprehending creature, caught between her instincts and the law, marches to a classic end.

My mother attended this featured program featuring Katherine Dunham.  I remember my mother telling me that she took dance lessons at the Katherine Dunham School of Dance when she was in college.

Katherine was born June 22, 1909 and died May 21, 2006.  She was an innovator in African American Modern Dance.  She was a choreographer, educator, activist, song writer, author and she was an anthropologist.  She combined her love of dance and anthropology throughout her life.

To learn more about Katherine Dunham click on her name.

Back of Flyer

 My mother always took pride in her own people.  When I saw this page of her scrapbook, I had to smile because she always instilled in my brother and I to be proud of who we are, and to know something about the people that paved the way for us.

Black History month in our household growing up was very important.  It really was important all year round.  My parents had us children enrolled in classes to learn about our culture on Saturdays.  We also went through a Rights of Passage with other
African American youth, and we had a ceremony with African dances, poetry, Swahili lessons, and we also learned about various Blacks that made an impact in the lives of our people and to the country.

I also remember my parents holding a Martin Luther King Jr. Celebration in our home every year and we would sit around the living room with neighbors, community members, and family listening to the recording of the March on Washington.  This was always a powerful and uplifting event.

My mother Betty loved Winter Sports.  She loved to Ice Skate and she liked any sport that had anything to do with snow.  When I was growing up, my mother signed my brother Marshall and me up for ice-skating lessons.  It was so much fun and we took lessons for a couple of years, and then it was on to something else.

Whenever the Olympics Winter Sports came on TV or any other time during the year, she would turn to the station and we would watch for hours.

Living in San Diego, I still have had the opportunity as a child to go to the mountains and ski.  So even in our Sunny side of the country, my mother ensured that my brother and I enjoyed and experienced what she did.

MY FAVORITE WINTER


FRICK AND FRACK FROM SWITZERLAND



Frick and Frack were two Swiss skaters who came to the United States in 1937 and joined the original Ice Follies show as comedy ice skaters.

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