My aunt died. That's really sad. I'm sad for a different reason. I found out at the funeral, that my aunt was the lick. She was all that, then some, plus a little bit more. I tripped out. I learned a lot of stuff about my aunt at the funeral that I never knew.
She was the first lady of several churches. She was also nationally known in her association. She did not even hold a office at the national level. She was also known at the state level where she held an office and at the local level where she held several offices. She had ten resolutions read at her funeral. Five were from her church, one from the national level of her association, one from the state level, one from a lodge or civic group, and two from the local level of her association.
It's like man I did not even know. I was so impressed with my aunt's life. To me she was just my aunt, but in reality, she was a great woman of God that I could have really learned a lot from. I talked to her from time to time about some church stuff, but she really had a vast knowledge of wisdom that I never gleaned from.
I was doing fine at the funeral until my cousin (12 years old) hugged her dead body. I have seen grown folk hug the dead but not a child. Then I was really missed up when I saw a tear come to my father's eye. I have never in my 28 years of existence seen a tear ever form in my father's eyes. I have been with him a couple of times when he should have broken down, cried and boohooed like a sick hungry baby, but he didn't. At the funeral, it really messed me up, seeing a tear in my father's eyes. I think my father is getting soft in his old age. He didn't even cry at his own Mama's funeral and she loved him like crazy and he loved her even more. Then I started crying. My brother was like "Oh, Lord". But I wasn't crying because she was dead, but because I had missed a great opportunity to know a great woman of God. I knew my aunt the aunt, but I did not get to know the woman of God side of her. It's just really weird. I don't like to keep funeral programs, but I actually kept my aunt's funeral program. I'm just so impressed with her life. I am rambling aren't I?
I'm Getting Old
I have got to be getting old. I am getting to where I actually like talking about how I feel. I remember back in the day when I wouldn't tell anybody what I was feeling, thinking, or wanted. I would just keep stuff to myself and suffer in silence. Now, I am always talking to my Trinity god mother about how I'm feeling. What in the world is really going on.
Well, I'm finished.........
This is the personal diary of deartra d. Boone, where she posts her current thoughts, feelings, interests, and other things as needed. Everything that is written here, is In HER Own Voice!
Showing posts with label 1998. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 1998. Show all posts
8.16.2002
11-9-98: Reflections from Memphis
Well, we got back from Memphis yesterday at about 6 PM. Memphis was really great. I enjoyed myself so. At one point, I thought that I was not going to be able to go, but of course, God came through and worked things out for me.
I got to play the drums at the COGIC National Convocation... Three nights in a row.
Hooray!
We did have a few issues at first. Avis did not have our reservation correct, but we got that straightened out. We had to try three different credit cards in order to get the hotel room. Everything was pretty much up hill after that except the meal we ate at Spaghetti Warehouse. It was not enjoyable at all.
So, here's the highlights. We went to the convention center on Thursday. We walked around. We found out that Madame Emma Bram Bibbey was going to be at Pentecostal Temple. Of course we were excited. We got to actually sit in the convention center. That was a miracle in itself. So we enjoyed the service there. Then we went to Pentecostal Temple. Madame Bibbey was there. The service was good.
I got to play the drums at the COGIC National Convocation... Three nights in a row.
Hooray!
We did have a few issues at first. Avis did not have our reservation correct, but we got that straightened out. We had to try three different credit cards in order to get the hotel room. Everything was pretty much up hill after that except the meal we ate at Spaghetti Warehouse. It was not enjoyable at all.
So, here's the highlights. We went to the convention center on Thursday. We walked around. We found out that Madame Emma Bram Bibbey was going to be at Pentecostal Temple. Of course we were excited. We got to actually sit in the convention center. That was a miracle in itself. So we enjoyed the service there. Then we went to Pentecostal Temple. Madame Bibbey was there. The service was good.
9-23-98: Evg. Dorinda Clark-Cole
Evg. Dorinda Clark-Cole came to our convention this year. Ya know I was like messed up, right. I was so excited. I asked Bishop could I help serve her. He said I could. I got to go pick her up from the airport when she came to town.
She is so nice. She looked somewhat different than I expected. She was alot skinnier than I thought she would be.
We picked her up from the airport. She was kind of talking to me. She talked really soft. She said she had a cold. I had to ask her to repeat herself a couple of times.
When I met her coming off the plane, she hugged me and asked me my name. I grabbed the bags that she had with her and took them to the car. We were waiting on her other suitcase. Of course I embarrassed my big headed self. When her other suitcase finally came, I tried to pick it up and the bag was heavy. I like saying, what does she have in here. I got my face crunched. We both had to carry the bag a couple of steps then Barry came and got the bag. I sat in the front seat. Later, Jerry told me I was suppose to sit in the back with her. We got her checked in and everything. And went on our way.
And That Night...
First of all, Jerry and I had to clean up the church because somebody didn't even bother to clean up the church that day. So, I'm like in my girdle and all running around the church sweating trying to clean up the church. I am like who needs this. I am going to mess up my face before the service even gets started. Oh, well.
I was waiting around the church for service to start. I dressed up of course, so I was looking kind of nice. According to one of the men of the church, I got about 5 proposals that night. And while this guy was over complimenting me, one of the other missionaries of the church heard him and he made a comment to her about how I couldn't take a compliment. She said, "You need to get out of that flesh." I was thinking, if you only knew. (I'll explain that later.)
So, Barry and I went and picked up Evg. Cole. When we got to church, it got crazy. It was okay until we got ready to walk Evg. Cole into the sanctuary to preach. Someone who shall remain nameless told me to go in and take her stuff to her seat. She actually wanted me to go in a different way so that I couldn't been seen walking in with her and Evg. Cole. (Evg. Cole should have been walked in down the side hallway and then into the sanctuary, but somebody wanted to be seen walking in with her so she took Evg. Cole through the sanctuary. I didn't take the her stuff to her seat like she told me too, because I was not going to leave Evg. Cole vulnerable to that person's scheming. So, I walked in behind Evg. Cole and that person. I sat on the front row and passed the that person's stuff to another evangelist who she was sitting next to. I really think that upset that person.
So, Evg. Cole preached. When she got finished and ready to go back to the women's lounge, I looked around for that person to come get her, but she was no where to be found. Evg. Cole looked at me and pointed to her stuff. So, I had to get her stuff. A couple of her friends were at the service and they were talking to her after the service. I had to run to catch up with her after getting her stuff. She was already gone up too far the aisle for me to catch her and take her out the side door. She was kind of trapped in the sanctuary. Her friends were still talking to her as the preacher gave the benediction. She got caught in the back of the sanctuary and had to sign some autographs and take a couple of pictures. She cut her eyes at me a couple of times. I knew I was in trouble, but hey, it wasn't really all my fault. When I finally got her out of the sanctuary, she looked at me and said, "You were suppose to get me out of there." I was like I know, and I'm sorry. I felt really bad. When we got to the women's lounge, that person looked at Evg. Cole and said, "Where were you?" Evg. Cole said, "She was suppose to get me out of there." and pointed to me. Then that person looked at me and said, "You know you are in trouble don't you. You know the pastor wanted me to get her out of there. You are going to get punished later. Now, go on over there and sit down." Evg. Cole was standing right there. I mean, if I had been anyone else, she would have gotten told off. I went and sat down. That person tried to get me out of the room, but I really didn't go do what she told me to.
I went and helped Evg. Cole fasten her shoes. She asked me what kind of cologne I was wearing. I had to think about it because I couldn't remember.
Later on, I asked Evg. Cole if she felt like taking another picture. She said, "No." I was like cool. Then she said, "When." I said, "Now." She asked, "With who?" I replied, "With me." She looked at me and smiled and said, "Yea, come on girl." And wouldn't you know it, that person jumped her big head up and got in the picture before I could even get a chance to take it. Whatever. I finished taking the pictures and stuff. I had Evg. Cole cracking up the whole time. That was that, not quite, but that's for later.
While Barry and I were driving her back to the hotel, she was talking to me. Rather she was kind of fussing at me, but the stuff she was fussing at me about I had no control over. All in all, the adventure was really great. Evg. Cole really made me feel better about the whole evening because she was nice to me even after I got her trapped in the back of the church. She was really nice.
Jerry, Barry, and I drove her to the airport on Wednesday. I got to talk to her a little more. It was really cool. I gave her a card and a beanie baby. She said that she was going to remember us in Memphis. I hope she does, because if she doesn't I just know I am going to be crushed. I may just bust out crying right in her face. Her remembering me will make all this madness I have endured behind this one night will make it all seem worthwhile.
She is so nice. She looked somewhat different than I expected. She was alot skinnier than I thought she would be.
We picked her up from the airport. She was kind of talking to me. She talked really soft. She said she had a cold. I had to ask her to repeat herself a couple of times.
When I met her coming off the plane, she hugged me and asked me my name. I grabbed the bags that she had with her and took them to the car. We were waiting on her other suitcase. Of course I embarrassed my big headed self. When her other suitcase finally came, I tried to pick it up and the bag was heavy. I like saying, what does she have in here. I got my face crunched. We both had to carry the bag a couple of steps then Barry came and got the bag. I sat in the front seat. Later, Jerry told me I was suppose to sit in the back with her. We got her checked in and everything. And went on our way.
And That Night...
First of all, Jerry and I had to clean up the church because somebody didn't even bother to clean up the church that day. So, I'm like in my girdle and all running around the church sweating trying to clean up the church. I am like who needs this. I am going to mess up my face before the service even gets started. Oh, well.
I was waiting around the church for service to start. I dressed up of course, so I was looking kind of nice. According to one of the men of the church, I got about 5 proposals that night. And while this guy was over complimenting me, one of the other missionaries of the church heard him and he made a comment to her about how I couldn't take a compliment. She said, "You need to get out of that flesh." I was thinking, if you only knew. (I'll explain that later.)
So, Barry and I went and picked up Evg. Cole. When we got to church, it got crazy. It was okay until we got ready to walk Evg. Cole into the sanctuary to preach. Someone who shall remain nameless told me to go in and take her stuff to her seat. She actually wanted me to go in a different way so that I couldn't been seen walking in with her and Evg. Cole. (Evg. Cole should have been walked in down the side hallway and then into the sanctuary, but somebody wanted to be seen walking in with her so she took Evg. Cole through the sanctuary. I didn't take the her stuff to her seat like she told me too, because I was not going to leave Evg. Cole vulnerable to that person's scheming. So, I walked in behind Evg. Cole and that person. I sat on the front row and passed the that person's stuff to another evangelist who she was sitting next to. I really think that upset that person.
So, Evg. Cole preached. When she got finished and ready to go back to the women's lounge, I looked around for that person to come get her, but she was no where to be found. Evg. Cole looked at me and pointed to her stuff. So, I had to get her stuff. A couple of her friends were at the service and they were talking to her after the service. I had to run to catch up with her after getting her stuff. She was already gone up too far the aisle for me to catch her and take her out the side door. She was kind of trapped in the sanctuary. Her friends were still talking to her as the preacher gave the benediction. She got caught in the back of the sanctuary and had to sign some autographs and take a couple of pictures. She cut her eyes at me a couple of times. I knew I was in trouble, but hey, it wasn't really all my fault. When I finally got her out of the sanctuary, she looked at me and said, "You were suppose to get me out of there." I was like I know, and I'm sorry. I felt really bad. When we got to the women's lounge, that person looked at Evg. Cole and said, "Where were you?" Evg. Cole said, "She was suppose to get me out of there." and pointed to me. Then that person looked at me and said, "You know you are in trouble don't you. You know the pastor wanted me to get her out of there. You are going to get punished later. Now, go on over there and sit down." Evg. Cole was standing right there. I mean, if I had been anyone else, she would have gotten told off. I went and sat down. That person tried to get me out of the room, but I really didn't go do what she told me to.
I went and helped Evg. Cole fasten her shoes. She asked me what kind of cologne I was wearing. I had to think about it because I couldn't remember.
Later on, I asked Evg. Cole if she felt like taking another picture. She said, "No." I was like cool. Then she said, "When." I said, "Now." She asked, "With who?" I replied, "With me." She looked at me and smiled and said, "Yea, come on girl." And wouldn't you know it, that person jumped her big head up and got in the picture before I could even get a chance to take it. Whatever. I finished taking the pictures and stuff. I had Evg. Cole cracking up the whole time. That was that, not quite, but that's for later.
While Barry and I were driving her back to the hotel, she was talking to me. Rather she was kind of fussing at me, but the stuff she was fussing at me about I had no control over. All in all, the adventure was really great. Evg. Cole really made me feel better about the whole evening because she was nice to me even after I got her trapped in the back of the church. She was really nice.
Jerry, Barry, and I drove her to the airport on Wednesday. I got to talk to her a little more. It was really cool. I gave her a card and a beanie baby. She said that she was going to remember us in Memphis. I hope she does, because if she doesn't I just know I am going to be crushed. I may just bust out crying right in her face. Her remembering me will make all this madness I have endured behind this one night will make it all seem worthwhile.
9-19-98: Class Reunion
This is not really a big issue, but it's the easiest way I can talk about. I went to my high school reunion in September. It wasn't really worth the time and effort I went through to go. I didn't remember anyone although most of everyone remembered me. My class reunion was really an encouragement, because I was about the only person there that did not look old and worn out. I mean most of the people there looked as if they had lived hard lives. I got so many compliments and praises. It made me fell really good. Two things have kind of bugged me about the whole thing. First, the guy that I wanted to go with me couldn't. Somewhere between the time I asked him in July and September, he got a girlfriend. Man, I was so crushed when he told me he couldn't take me. I kind of developed a crush on him and I just wanted to spend some time with him I suppose. I mean, the only guy I ever hang around with is my brother. I really get tired of hanging around with him all the time. I just wanted to spend some time with another guy beside him. Well, he fell through, but I asked another guy at church to go with me. He said he would, but that really wasn't much fun. I suppose I could have made it more fun, but oh well. HE didn't seem to want to just hang out. I was enjoying just being out of the house doing something. He was just ready to go home. Especially on Saturday night at the mixer. I think he got frustrated because everyone else was drinking and all the secular music they were playing. I was like, whatever. I was just glad to be out with a guy beside him. We left really early. I was kind of upset, but since I had rode with him, I kind of didn't have a choice. It was really a let down in that department. So oh well right.
The other thing that bugged me was there was a girl in high school that I was pretty close to and I cared a lot about. When I got to the reunion, I walked right by her and didn't even recognize her. She just barely recognized me. Even after we recognized each other, she didn't make an effort to act like she knew me. Although I didn't make an effort either, but I just didn't know any of those people, so it all seemed like an effort of futility. It mostly bugged me because I cared so much about the girl. Well, I hadn't made any contact with any of those people since 1988. It's over with now. I guess I'll see them in the next 10 years.
The other thing that bugged me was there was a girl in high school that I was pretty close to and I cared a lot about. When I got to the reunion, I walked right by her and didn't even recognize her. She just barely recognized me. Even after we recognized each other, she didn't make an effort to act like she knew me. Although I didn't make an effort either, but I just didn't know any of those people, so it all seemed like an effort of futility. It mostly bugged me because I cared so much about the girl. Well, I hadn't made any contact with any of those people since 1988. It's over with now. I guess I'll see them in the next 10 years.
1998 Begins
So, here goes another section in my life that I feel like writing.
I have actually written quite a few songs this year. I guess my inspiration has come back to me, Huh.
Well, ya know how I always begin this things...
All about my personality...
I am a very sensitive and caring person, although I do have my moments. A lot of people really don't know about this side of me, because the only time I show it is when I am working with children. Everyone sees me as the fun-loving, happy-go-lucky, casual person that I usually am. I really have a soft side. Please don't tell anyone. I don't my secret out. :<) I love to have fun and laugh. I also like to make people laugh.
I like to make people feel good about themselves. When I was growing up, I always felt so bad about myself because the children at school teased me about how I looked. They said I was ugly. It took me 18 years to get over that. (I'll tell you the story later.) So, I know first-hand the importance of feeling good about yourself. I can't say that I had low self-esteem, I just thought I was ugly.
I love to work with children ages 12 and down. I will work with children older than 12, but sometimes teenagers can be a hand full. Most of the children love me at church. It's fun when children look up to you and think you are cool. I really like to work with children under five. They are young and innocent and I think that is the best time to teach them.
Off the subject...
We took our Sunday School Class (2 to 5 yr. olds) to Chuckie Cheese. I really did not want to go, but I went. Once I got there, I went crazy having fun. I mean I played with those children so until I was tired. They beat up on me pretty good. I had to chastise one of them, but after she got over it, she went back to playing with the rest of us. They had me chasing them all over Chuckie Cheese. It was fun.
Back on the subject...
I am very creative. I love to write poetry, stories, and song lyrics. I also love to do research papers. I still don't understand that. I also like to swim, skate, and bowl. Probably the weirdest thing about me is that I love to go grocery shopping. I find it very relaxing. I hate to go mall shopping though. The only way I ever go to the mall is if I have a special event coming up that I need to buy something for.
I am very mechanical. I love to fix stuff. When I was younger, I used to break stuff just so that I could fix it. That got me in trouble a lot. I love to those "do-it-yourself" projects. I don't have a place to just go and work on stuff so I really don't do to many "do-it-yourself" projects. When my dad bought ("my") our first computer, I stayed up until 3:00 in the morning fixing the office up that it was in. I had to put up some mini blinds, then I had to put my dad's desk together, and then I had to put the computer together. I had so much fun that night. I really love computers. I think they are so cool.
I don't have a lot of friends. Just about four or five. I don't even have a best friend. Sometime that frustrates me, but hey I do have my twin, Jerry. I don't really have anyone that I can talk to about the crazy stuff you think up sometimes. Jerry just ignores me and tells me I am talking to much. I have had best friends before, but they either end up finding new friends or the end up getting a man. I still try to figure that out. It gets so crazy sometimes. If I got married today, I would not even have a maid or matron of honor. Whatever, right.
Let's see... That's pretty much my personality, except that everyone calls me old-fashion. I was raised old-fashion COGIC. Back in the day. Sometime I think it was a bad thing (cause we couldn't do too much), but I really know it was a good thing because it made me the woman that I am today. I really appreciate the training and teaching that I got. It helped me a lot in life.
More about me...
I graduated from Tarleton State University with a Bachelor of Business Administration in Human Resource Management. That means I can boss people around. I almost have my Masters in Computer Information Systems.
Well, I when I was younger, I wanted to be the next great COGIC choir director, but a couple of bad experiences crashed that dream. (That's a long story). Now I think I want to be the General Supervisor of Women. (Hey, it could happen! ;<) ) Really though, I want to be a published author. I already am, but I am not a paid published author. I have a poem I wrote published and an essay I wrote published. I really don't know what genre of literature I would like to focus on just yet because I love them all.
I'm a missionary in training, that's what I am in our association. I want to eventually work with young girls in some way in the future. I have preached a couple of times at church. Everyone fusses at me because I grab my ear and kick my leg up. They say I preach too masculine. O.K. I think I am the most hyper female ministers at our church.
Sometimes, I think that I would love to travel with an evangelists as their adjutant, but that probably wouldn't work because I would be trying to sight see in everywhere we went. I love to travel and go sight seeing. I really like to hop in the car and just drive, (no particular destination, just driving). I use to do that when I lived in Stephenville, TX, but I haven't since I moved to Dallas in 1994.) Sometimes I miss Stephenville, rather I miss my little younger brother and my little sister. (My siblings: Jerry, Jeremy, Alisha, and Kendrick (he is a cousin that my father adopted.) I'm the oldest.
That's pretty much me.
I have actually written quite a few songs this year. I guess my inspiration has come back to me, Huh.
Well, ya know how I always begin this things...
All about my personality...
I am a very sensitive and caring person, although I do have my moments. A lot of people really don't know about this side of me, because the only time I show it is when I am working with children. Everyone sees me as the fun-loving, happy-go-lucky, casual person that I usually am. I really have a soft side. Please don't tell anyone. I don't my secret out. :<) I love to have fun and laugh. I also like to make people laugh.
I like to make people feel good about themselves. When I was growing up, I always felt so bad about myself because the children at school teased me about how I looked. They said I was ugly. It took me 18 years to get over that. (I'll tell you the story later.) So, I know first-hand the importance of feeling good about yourself. I can't say that I had low self-esteem, I just thought I was ugly.
I love to work with children ages 12 and down. I will work with children older than 12, but sometimes teenagers can be a hand full. Most of the children love me at church. It's fun when children look up to you and think you are cool. I really like to work with children under five. They are young and innocent and I think that is the best time to teach them.
Off the subject...
We took our Sunday School Class (2 to 5 yr. olds) to Chuckie Cheese. I really did not want to go, but I went. Once I got there, I went crazy having fun. I mean I played with those children so until I was tired. They beat up on me pretty good. I had to chastise one of them, but after she got over it, she went back to playing with the rest of us. They had me chasing them all over Chuckie Cheese. It was fun.
Back on the subject...
I am very creative. I love to write poetry, stories, and song lyrics. I also love to do research papers. I still don't understand that. I also like to swim, skate, and bowl. Probably the weirdest thing about me is that I love to go grocery shopping. I find it very relaxing. I hate to go mall shopping though. The only way I ever go to the mall is if I have a special event coming up that I need to buy something for.
I am very mechanical. I love to fix stuff. When I was younger, I used to break stuff just so that I could fix it. That got me in trouble a lot. I love to those "do-it-yourself" projects. I don't have a place to just go and work on stuff so I really don't do to many "do-it-yourself" projects. When my dad bought ("my") our first computer, I stayed up until 3:00 in the morning fixing the office up that it was in. I had to put up some mini blinds, then I had to put my dad's desk together, and then I had to put the computer together. I had so much fun that night. I really love computers. I think they are so cool.
I don't have a lot of friends. Just about four or five. I don't even have a best friend. Sometime that frustrates me, but hey I do have my twin, Jerry. I don't really have anyone that I can talk to about the crazy stuff you think up sometimes. Jerry just ignores me and tells me I am talking to much. I have had best friends before, but they either end up finding new friends or the end up getting a man. I still try to figure that out. It gets so crazy sometimes. If I got married today, I would not even have a maid or matron of honor. Whatever, right.
Let's see... That's pretty much my personality, except that everyone calls me old-fashion. I was raised old-fashion COGIC. Back in the day. Sometime I think it was a bad thing (cause we couldn't do too much), but I really know it was a good thing because it made me the woman that I am today. I really appreciate the training and teaching that I got. It helped me a lot in life.
More about me...
I graduated from Tarleton State University with a Bachelor of Business Administration in Human Resource Management. That means I can boss people around. I almost have my Masters in Computer Information Systems.
Well, I when I was younger, I wanted to be the next great COGIC choir director, but a couple of bad experiences crashed that dream. (That's a long story). Now I think I want to be the General Supervisor of Women. (Hey, it could happen! ;<) ) Really though, I want to be a published author. I already am, but I am not a paid published author. I have a poem I wrote published and an essay I wrote published. I really don't know what genre of literature I would like to focus on just yet because I love them all.
I'm a missionary in training, that's what I am in our association. I want to eventually work with young girls in some way in the future. I have preached a couple of times at church. Everyone fusses at me because I grab my ear and kick my leg up. They say I preach too masculine. O.K. I think I am the most hyper female ministers at our church.
Sometimes, I think that I would love to travel with an evangelists as their adjutant, but that probably wouldn't work because I would be trying to sight see in everywhere we went. I love to travel and go sight seeing. I really like to hop in the car and just drive, (no particular destination, just driving). I use to do that when I lived in Stephenville, TX, but I haven't since I moved to Dallas in 1994.) Sometimes I miss Stephenville, rather I miss my little younger brother and my little sister. (My siblings: Jerry, Jeremy, Alisha, and Kendrick (he is a cousin that my father adopted.) I'm the oldest.
That's pretty much me.
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