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Surviving My Mother's Death -Part 3.

     As I type this blog entry, I am reminded of who I am and how I was raised. My mother would regularly bring home posters and news paper articles of inventors and entrepreneurs who were Black, not just during Black History Month, but throughout the year.   As a kid, I would put up the posters on my bedroom door, right next to my favorite entertainer at that time. 

    See, it was OK to admire my favorite pop/rap/r&b star. However, I must also admire those that were successful in education, politics and business. I recall having a 12 month poster that had Black inventors, with a different person each month.  As a kid, I didn't completely understand or even appreciate the seeds my Mom was planting in me.

I get it Mom. I get it.

-Sherri M. Littleton


For Yesterday's Blog.

https://sherrimlittleton.blogspot.com/2021/05/surviving-my-mothers-death-blog-series.html

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