1950s, 1960s, 1970S, aGING, City Life, Con Games, Elders, Family, Family Unit, Freedom, Old Age, Optimism, Positive Thinking, Pranks, Relationships, The Family, Tricks, Uncategorized, Urban Life

UNCLE EMY

UNCLE EMY © PJ Hayward New York, 2018 I think every family has at least one member that is "a character"... or maybe even the black sheep of the family. In my family it was my Uncle Emy. His name was actually Emanuel but I only ever knew him as Uncle Emy. He was the… Continue reading UNCLE EMY

1950s, 1960s, aGING, American education, Art, Betrayal, Child labor, Church, City Life, Dance, Disintegration of the family, Drama, Family, Feminism, Freedom, Hard Work, Inner Strength, Juvenile delinquent, Love, Motivation, New York City, Old Age, Optimism, Positive Thinking, Reform school, Relationships, Religion, School children, Separation, Teenagers, Teens, Uncategorized

SISTER JEAN

SISTER JEAN © PJ Hayward New York, 2016 Revised from first publication © PJ Hayward, New York 2008 and 2013 by Hold On Publications In my youth I was one of those kids some people referred to as "A Handful". Others called me "Out of control", "Just plain bad", "Juvenile delinquent" etc.  My father, who… Continue reading SISTER JEAN

Accra, Africa, African Diaspora, aGING, Ghana, Optimism, Positive Thinking, Spiritualism, Uncategorized, Village life, West Africa

TO FROLIC (PRACTICALLY) NAKED IN THE RAIN

FROM GHANA, FROM THE DESK OF OUR EDITOR-IN-CHIEF, BERNARD SAUNDERS TO FROLIC (PRACTICALLY) NAKED IN THE RAIN © Bernard W. Saunders May 29, 2014 Iture-Elmina Ghana, West Africa   It is the rainy season here in the Central Region of Ghana where I live. It is my understanding that this season can run from June… Continue reading TO FROLIC (PRACTICALLY) NAKED IN THE RAIN

aGING, Alzheimers, Dementia, Elders, Family, Family Unit, Health Care, Inner Strength, Old Age, Uncategorized

MY BEST FRIEND

MY BEST FRIEND © PJ Hayward, New York  2014 She has been my best friend all my life.. As children, we built forts and fought off bloodthirsty pirates and murderous robbers… Together we rode our trusty steeds through endless western canyons and mountain trails in search of kidnappers, cattle rustlers and assorted other nasty varmints. All were as… Continue reading MY BEST FRIEND

aGING, City Life, Dance, Disability, Dreams, Elder neglect, Elders, Inner Strength, Mexico, Music, Old Age, Optimism, Poetry, Positive Thinking, Spiritualism, Uncategorized, Urban Life

SATURDAY NIGHT

SATURDAY NIGHT © PJ Hayward, New York 2014 There's a party going on outside my window… Downstairs. ...outside... out in the back of one of those buildings down there.... From my perch up here on the fifth floor of my building, I am loving the music of Mexico as it flows up here from the happiness… Continue reading SATURDAY NIGHT

Africa, aGING, Dance, Disability, Dreams, Elders, Health Care, Latin beat, Music, Old Age, Poetry, Salsa

DANCE

DANCE © PJ Hayward New York 2014   I feel the music that pounding rhythm.. Aahh.... Oh yessss... The drums... The drums.......... that Latin beat…. that Afro beat…. the throbbing…..pounding…… in the air through the floor infecting my feet like electricity... it flows like lightning through my body  I am on fire........   Someone feels… Continue reading DANCE

Accra, Africa, Africa Trade, African Diaspora, aGING, Elders, Entrepreneurship, Fishing, Fishing industry, Ghana, Village life, West Africa

TRO TRO

FROM GHANA, FROM THE DESK OF OUR EDITOR-IN-CHIEF, BERNARD SAUNDERS TRO TRO  © Bernard W. Saunders Iture-Elmina Ghana March 10, 2014 I sit on my rented porch listening to the sound of the ocean accompanied by the tweeting of birds, and observing life in nature's class room, birds doing battle at tree top level, as… Continue reading TRO TRO

aGING, Disintegration of the family, Disrespect, Elder neglect, Elders, Family, Feminism, Hard Work, Hatred, Inequality, Inner Strength, Me Generation, New York City, Old Age, Poetry, Separation, The Family, Uncategorized, Uran blight, Urban growth, Urban progress, Yuppies

MY CHAIR

MY CHAIR © PJ Hayward, New York 2011 I nod off in my chair now. From my chair I can look beyond the rusty fire escape outside my window, to the maze of buildings beyond, growing ever more abundant with the passing of time. Where beautiful trees were once filled with singing birds, now rise… Continue reading MY CHAIR