Tag Archive | Betty Mae Peters

Fearless Females Blog Post: March 22 – This is “Her” Life.

March 22 — If a famous director wanted to make a movie about one of your female ancestors who would it be? What actress would you cast in the role and why?

If  a famous director wanted to make a movie of one of my ancestor’s it would be about the Cully family and it would be centered around my grandmother Agnes and my mother Betty residing in Sugar Hill.  The many lives of the other family members would be weaved through the life of Agnes.  There would be many scenes portrayed in her sewing room in her apartment where many stories were told.  The main years of the movie would be 1923-1952.

I would like to see Cicely Tyson play my grandmother as she is a star actress, and Angela Bassett  would play my mother because of her elegance.  My mother was very elegant.  The name would either be “The Socialite” or “Sugar”

Marian Anderson and her Fashion Designer Agnes Cully Peters

Wordless Wednesday: Betty Peters at Marianna Farm

Photo of my mother Betty Mae Peters in Danbury, Connecticut at Marian Anderson’s home in 1942. Marian’s home was called Marianna Farm. Betty was on the Pier of the pool and you can see Marian Anderson’s Studio in the background. Betty was 16 years old at the time.

Harlem-Sugar Hill, New York Family Research Trip

This is the first trip I took to dig a little deeper into the life of my mother and her parents.  The trip was life-changing for me. Here is a slide show presentation that I did for research group, “The African American Genealogical Research Group.”  It is very long, but I hope you enjoy it.

Holiday Parties: Advent Calendar December 7, 2011, Christmas Memories

     Christmas parties was not on my agenda growing up.  We always had dinner parties in our home, and I do not remember going anywhere in particular to celebrate the holidays.  My mother and father however went to many through the years.

     I found this photo that was taken in the 1950’s in New York of my Mother, Grandmother and her friends.  
Christmas Party
Agnes Cully Peters (Center on couch)
Betty Mae Peters (on R-end of couch-poka dot dress

Wordless Wednesday: New York Worlds Fair (1939-1940)

I have other pictures of this day when my mother and her childhood friends attended the NY Worlds Fair during Negro Week in 1940.  The only one of her friends that I knew very well growing up was Pat.  She remained friends until my mother’s death in 2004.

Betty Peters @ New York Worlds Fair
Negro Week in 1940
Flushing Meadows, NY
(L to R)
Louis, Jacinth, Nickie, Betty, Pat

If you want to know more about the NY Worlds Fair go to these sites.

There are finding aids of the New York Worlds Fair at the New York Public Library (Negro Week).

******Exploring the 1939-1940 NY Worlds Fair Collection  (Thank You to Beverly A Harper for this link)

New York World Fair

Amanuensis Monday: Muriel Arrington Ferguson

I posted this photo awhile back but the correspondence was not attached at the time, so I thought I would do another post.

Muriel Arrington & Betty Peters with their dates
Betty’s dress made by Agnes Peters

Dear Betty

I promised you I would send you a copy of this picture.

It goes back a long way.  I don’t even remember where and when it was taken!

Oh how young we were.  We certainly don’t look the same.-but we have had long, interesting and fruitful lives Thank God.

You seem to have a better memory than I have.  Maybe you can remember where and when.

I hope and pray you are doing well and enjoying….

…all the good times you and Walter enjoyed with each other and with your children in your home and with your many friends.

This picture is the past and will remind you how you had fun then and how much more you have had since then.

Love

Your friend, Muriel.

Oh how I wish my mother was still here.  I would have so much to ask her.  Oh how I miss her, and I guess I always will.

Wordless Wednesday: Civil Defense ID

     My mother worked for the Department of Welfare in Los Angeles as a Social worker.  She was hired June 24, 1955.  Betty shared with me that working as a social worker was one of the most depressing jobs she ever held.  She had to make home visits and she said that many of the apartments had roaches crawling on the floors, the rooms were unkempt, and many of the families were living under severe poverty. 
     While my mother was working as a social worker, she was taking classes at Los Angeles State College to earn her teaching credential.
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Amanuensis Monday: Thank You Note to a Fiance

I came across a note that I found in a book that I inherited, and had been placed in my bookcase for quite awhile.  The note was dated November 19, 1956.  My parents got married August 18, 1957, so they were either dating or  they were engaged to be married.

2260 1/2 St.
Los Angeles, Calif.
November 19, 1956

My dearest,

I adore you.
Thank you,
thank you,
thank you,
thank you,
thank you,
thank you,

I’ll never forget this birthday if I live to be a thousand, and I shall be yours forever.

Your baby,
 Betty

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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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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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