A Woman’s Worth: A Tribute to Black History…My History

I began this month with a blog post sharing how my kids and I would celebrate Black History Month. That post opened with a scene set for a Black History Month assembly. After posting it, it was evident that story needed to finish unfolding. With no further ado, here is my tribute to black history…my history!


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The sea of wooden chairs was packed to the max in an aging school auditorium. It was abuzz with giddy Kindergarten through 6th grade students anxiously awaiting the opportunity to recite the lines of their well researched and meticulously rehearsed Black History Month projects. Some gazed endlessly at hastily scribbled lines about Harriet Tubman’s fearless leadership in times of severe oppression. Others practiced their delivery about the wonders of Garrett A. Morgan’s traffic light and how he opened endless possibilities within the world of driving.

Suddenly, the lights dimmed and a hush fell over the crowd. The school’s beloved principal, Mrs. Williams, emerged from behind faded maroon curtains to the awe of her doting pupils. She seamlessly glided across sagging floor beams to the sound of her own heels click-clacking underfoot. The seasoned principal gracefully addressed the eager students with a polite greeting while raising her hands, indicating the students should follow suit. She then proceeded to lead them in the harmonic melody…

“Lift every voice and sing

Till earth and heaven ring…”

As the measured tune continued, Aaron Turner mouthed the cherished words of the Black National Anthem. A song he knew all to well from sweltering Augusts spent on the porch of his grandmother’s weather beaten home. As the chorus echoed in the background, Aaron could almost hear the honeyed tone of Grandma Helen’s voice singing in the choir. She had a gentle way of bringing everyone within earshot into rapturous praise at the climax of any song. He paused for a moment and let this memory wash over him.

As the song came to a close, Aaron quietly took his seat and waited in apprehension for his turn to present his own assignment. Unlike in years’ past, this time, the sixth graders would go last as a sort of finale to the culmination of their time at the Edward C. Cox Elementary School. This drastic change created a real sense of excitement amongst the exiting class.

Following Principal Williams’ formal welcome, the program commenced without delay. No matter the presentation, it was evident every student put their all into the part they would play in the assembly. With every passing song, skit or monologue, Aaron sat further back into his chair. Though most of his schoolmates had no clue, he knew there would be a noticeable difference in tonight’s audience. His usual cheering section was one member short. And quite honestly, because of this, his level of enthusiasm waned in comparison.

It seemed an eternity would pass before the last of the sixth graders would begin lining up to make their way backstage. There was no secret who would close out tonight’s performance as the order was predetermined by lottery the Wednesday before.

As luck would have it on that day, Aaron happened to draw the final spot. He would be closing out the show. All week long, he mulled over his decision to break from tradition with his final number. He didn’t have a recitation of one of Langston Hughes’ famous poems that would be sure to spark awe and intrigue. Unfortunately, the onlookers this evening would not be able to clap along to a rap about the significance of black history.

Nevertheless, the time came for Aaron to take center stage. Aaron felt the warmth of the spotlight on his face as he slowly took his place; the glare slightly blinding him. He hesitated when he arrived at the lowered mic stand. With eyes straight forward, he stood motionless as if he was staring down a lion ready to pounce.

Immediately, there was a sense of unease amongst the crowd. A shuffling of seats, a few cleared throats and awkward giggles coming from the fourth grade section (that were promptly shushed by concerned teachers), were the only sounds coming from that sandwiched auditorium.

Like clockwork, Principal Williams could be seen signaling to the stage hand to begin the all call in order to save Aaron from any further embarrassment. When suddenly, a muffled voice could be heard coming through the already turned down microphone.

The sympathetic principal motioned to the sound technician to steadily increase the volume and gestured to the middle schooler volunteering as the spotlight operator to soften it to a more hallowed glow.

“What value is in a woman?”, is what was now coming through the crackling speakers. Low gasps could be heard from the shocked performance goers in the front row.

“Is it in her hands or her work? Would it be if she married well and had children? Is it in her long talks or silent looks? Or is it simply in her calming presence when no words are needed?”

By now you could see the crowd was stunned by the looks on their faces.

Aaron continued, “Why tell you about a woman’s worth when I can show you? It’s here, standing right in front of you. Whenever you want to know the worth of a woman, you need look no further than her legacy.”

And with no warning, Aaron dropped to his knees, suddenly scrambling at the floor as though he’d dropped something and was struggling to pick it up. Only he’d approached the microphone stand empty-handed. To anyone previously skeptical of Aaron’s preparedness for this presentation, what would come next would completely change their outlook.

In a tired, almost methodical voice while still grabbing at the bare floor, Aaron went on. “My grandmother was raised on a 100 acre farm owned by her father in Cleveland, North Carolina. The sixth daughter out of Eugene and Ella Houston’s twelve children, Helen didn’t complain of her place in a crowded family but made her mark on this life.” It was becoming clearer that his movements mimicked that of a young Helen Houston working on her family’s sprawling farm.

Aaron soon regained his stance, clasping his hands together as if in prayer. He loudly proclaimed, “To find her way in this world, she bravely embarked on a journey up north all by herself to meet a sister and aunt already settled there. If I had to move to the north all by myself like she did, I probably would have stayed put!”

Low chuckles of agreement circulated through the crowd.

Aaron looked up, his concentration unbroken but now more aware of the audience he seemed to previously ignore.

He continued, “She was a small town girl on a mission. She was determined. After working for some time as a domestic, she promised she’d never work in another person’s home again.”

By this point, it was obvious Aaron’s momentum was building. His eyes flashed with more energy as he went on. “My Grandma Helen gained a reputation for her hardwork and committed spirit. With this attitude, she easily moved up the ladder. First, as a laundress. She later advanced all the way to the position of Kitchen Manager for an entire elementary school!”

Aaron was on fire, his voice rose and fell with every new declaration of his grandmother’s contributions to a life well lived.

Continuing on, he boldly proclaimed, “She always remembered it was God who gave her all she had been given. My Grandma Helen made the most of her life and gave even more! Her husband and six sons knew what it meant to have her in your corner. Family, friends and practically strangers on the street loved and cherished her! No visitor to Grandma Helen’s home ever left hungry. Her cooking…”, Aaron cried out as he licked his lips. “…mmmm…let me tell ya about her cooking! I like to think her food represented what was always inside her — LOVE!”

Gesturing towards the direction of his visibly moved family in the audience, Aaron lifted his hands and boldly stated, “Grandma Helen was worth more than can be put in words! Her story is not old history to me because her life made a difference in mine. With her heart and hands, she turned so little into so much! So, to her I say, ‘Thank you Grandma Helen. You made me believe it doesn’t matter what I’ve been given but what I do with it!'”

And with this, Aaron dropped his hands, gave a slight bow and proceeded to exit the stage.

It was almost simultaneous what happened next. The entire audience erupted into jubilant applause, reminiscent of the crescendo of one of his grandmother’s solos. There was whistling, clapping and cheers from every corner of the packed house. There were tears in Aaron’s mother’s eyes and his father swiftly emerged from the aisle, rushing to embrace Aaron before he could make it back to his seat.

There was no doubt this night would go down as a stellar tribute to black history. But more importantly than that, Aaron ensured a worthy woman’s mark would never be erased from his story!


** The art expressed in this short story imitates real life. I was blessed with a “Grandma Helen” of my own. The only difference being, I lovingly called her Grandmom Turner. The life of my own grandmother, Helen Harriet Mary Jane Houston Turner, has left an invaluable impact on me that will last for the rest of my life! Although small in stature, measuring no more than 5’2″, her legacy was larger than life with a Sock-It-To-Me Cake to match! It was shown in her fifty-eight year marriage to my grandfather, Samuel B. Turner, before he passed. And in their six sons and wives, two foster daughters, thirteen grandchildren and thirteen great grandchildren. Not to mention a host of other family and friends who affectionately called her mom, Grandmom Turner, Aunt Helen and Mother Turner. With my parents’ permission and the help of the unnumbered congregation who’s lives are all outpourings of the pen strokes of my grandmother’s life, I was able to tell her story. That is why I dedicate this to her. Though in 2013, she left this world one month shy of 97 years ‘young’, I know she lived her life on purpose. I, along with so many others, am proof of that. She has truly won her eternal prize! All I can say is thank you Grandmom Turner, I love you!

Our Month Long Celebration of Black Excellence – Black History Month 2017

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The sea of wooden chairs are packed to the max in an aging school auditorium. It’s abuzz with giddy Kindergarten through 6th graders. They anxiously await the opportunity to recite the lines of their well researched and meticulously rehearsed Black History Month projects. Some gaze endlessly at hastily scribbled lines about Harriet Tubman’s fearless leadership in times of severe oppression. Others practice their delivery about the wonders of Garrett A. Morgan’s traffic light and how he opened endless possibilities in the world of driving. Suddenly, the lights dim and a hush falls over the crowd. The school’s beloved principal emerges from behind faded maroon curtains to the awe of her doting pupils. She seamlessly glides across sagging floor beams to the sound of her own heels click-clacking underfoot. The seasoned principal gracefully addresses the eager students with a polite greeting and raises her hands, indicating they should follow suit. She then proceeds to lead them in the harmonic melody…

Lift every voice and sing

Till earth and heaven ring…

For all my 90’s peeps who came up through the public school system, I’m sure this took you back. Believe me, I know that you know this scene all too well!

Whether elementary, middle or high school students, community centers, churches and the like, the annual Black History Month performance has taken on many shapes and sizes over the years. But one thing is for sure, it’s always been marked by a sheer pride for the journey of the African American within this country.

February is upon us and if you know anything about me, you’d know I’m passionate about celebrating the Black Experience. For this month in particular, I don’t need an excuse to write about the people and culture that have touched every facet of human history. There’s no need for me to hold back in any way, I can be unapologetically black! 🙂

I am elated to share with you my ever growing plans to celebrate Black History Month with my children! My goal is to take about 15-20 minutes each school day in February to learn about one of these influential people.

Without further ado, here’s the run down of our month long celebration of excellence in Black history!!

Week 1: 2/1-2/3 – Firsts

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  • Tia Norfleet – 1st AA female NASCAR driver…need I say more?

Watch her interview here! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=se3rcw40Mi8

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Then, we’ll watch “Rise of the Guardians” at the end of the week!

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Week 2: 2/6-2/10 – #BlackGirlMagic

#BlackGirlMagic is the name of the game this week! We’ll celebrate the talented female athletes of color from the 2016 Olympics by reading “The Golden Girls of Rio” by Nikkolas Smith. We’ll also catch some of their amazing feats on YouTube.

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Week 3: 2/13-2/17 – The Sciences

  • James E. West – Mic check, mic check, 1-2…1-2!! If not for James West, you would have no idea what I meant by that phrase. Lol

    jameswest.jpgHe, of course, invented the microphone! We’ll find out more here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YDeKX8riaAc

    For those science heads wanting to delve a little further,  you can hear from the man himself about how his childhood fascination with electricity turned in to a career https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ig2t8upjtn0.

  • Mark E. Dean – electrical engineer, invented the connection between the computer and the printer. See his profile here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d0zte09CtpY 

    Then, we’ll read about his invention in “What Color is My World?” by Kareem Abdul Jabbar.

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  • I’m still working out the details but we’ll hopefully meet a local AA veterinarian and hear what a day in the life of a vet is like.

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Plus we’ll listen to this song from Story Bots that further explains what veterinarians do: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zWsN1EFGKkc 

  • Katherine Johnson – NASA scientist, mathematician and hidden figure no more! We couldn’t let the high of the break out movie Hidden Figures pass us by without taking a look at the woman who inspired the movie. First up, we’ll be reading part of her story in “Women in Science : 50 Fearless Pioneers Who Changed the World” by Rachel Ignotofsky.

Then, we’ll catch Hidden Figures at the movies at the end of the week!

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Week 4: 2/20-2/24 – Music & Dance

  • Cab Calloway – Star performer at the famed Cotton Club, bandleader and music pioneer. We’ll read “Swing Café” by Carl Norac and then watch a couple of his performances here:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=esnDnIK2v1g

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dAMCCvvFd2E

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  • Ella Fitzgerald – No matter the name she went by she’ll always be the First Lady of Song, Queen of Jazz and Lady Ella! We’ll read more about her in “Skit Skat Raggedy Cat: Ella Fitzgerald” by Roxanne Orgill.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=49HlPaw8IV4

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  • Marian Anderson – acclaimed opera singer

We’ll read her symphony in “When Marian Sang: the True Recital of Marian Anderson, the Voice of a Century” by Pam Munoz Ryan.

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  • Josephine Baker – Beyonce doesn’t have anything on Josephine Baker! Quite honestly, she could be considered the 1st bonafide AA international superstar! We’ll read “Jazz Age Josephine: Dancer, Singer–who’s That, Who? Why That’s MISS Josephine Baker, to You!” by Jonah Winer.

And we just might learn to strut our stuff like her after watching this clip: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6BhNv7dRHQI

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  • Tap Dance Trio: We’ll collaborate our dance efforts and take a peak at the tap of Bojangles, Gregory Hines and Savion Glover to boot! First, with a reading of “Rap a Tap: Here’s Bojangles, Think of That” by Leo & Diane Dillon.

Next, we’ll watch Savion in action in this classic Sesame Street clip https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9ToLIHN1mhY

Lastly, we’ll see Savion and Gregory kick it up a notch on another lively Sesame Street clip https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4hkhXIqVOw0

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Week 5: 2/27-2/28 – Media

  • Jack L. Cooper – 1st AA radio broadcaster, We’ll see all about this pioneer’s life at the National Radio Hall of Fame here:

 http://www.radiohof.org/jack_cooper.htm

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  • Michelle London – Currently a news reporter at NBC St. Luis and formerly a Content Editor at ESPN (and…did I mention she’s my very own cousin who I am BEYOND proud to include on this list?!) We will watch a clip of our “Cousin Shelly” doing what she does best…tackle the news and anything else that comes her way!

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Last, but certainly not least, we will round out our tour through the corridors of Black History with a look at the life of a woman whose resume speaks for itself…

  • Oprah Winfrey – the 1st AA TV show host, 1st and only AA billionaire in North America, philanthropist, a voice of our time and not a shabby actor if I say so myself!

We’ll read about her rise to fame in Carole Boston Weatherford’s book “Oprah: the Little Speaker”. And with the assistance of Cynthia Chin-Lee’s book, “Amelia to Zora: Twenty-Six Women Who Changed the World”, we’ll get a glimpse of her impact in better shaping the scope of this world for African Americans.

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PHEW!!

What a month this will be! I am beyond excited and I hope you are too!!

No matter how you choose to celebrate Black History Month, I pray you find encouragement in the accomplishments of those who have gone before us. And if you don’t identify as a person of color, my hope is you will see and experience the joys of the diverse world in which we live with a little help from Black America.

There’s nothing better my friends!

Until next time, peace and blessings to you all.

Courtney