In Her Own Words- A Black History Tribute

We all know that the shortest month of the year can never do justice to the race that has been contributing to world history the longest. Yet and still, I’d like to pay tribute to Dr. Carter G. Woodson, founder of Black History Month and author of the classic, The Mis-Education of the Negro,MOTN by sharing a piece my mother wrote in her journal back in 2000.

I discovered for the first time where my writing gift came from when she originally shared this piece with me, waking me up early one morning, excited to share what she had “downloaded.” I was so impressed by what she wrote, that I typed it up and gave it to her with a card on her birthday. I hope you enjoy this Black History Tribute written in my mother’s own words.

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african-traditional-folk-dance-nanyuki-kenya-october-group-people-performs-mount-kenya-safari-club-nanyuki-kenya-35460160We as Blacks of African decent, are people of rhythm. This came out of the rhythm of nature. We are earth people. Our ancestors studied nature by necessity, as a matter of survival. They were nomads. They wondered off at certain times looking for food. Therefore, they were impelled to study the stars, the planets, herbs, even the animals. They developed their so-called sixth-sense, their sense of perception.

When the White man of Europe came and invaded our ancestors and sold them as slaves; their culture was stripped from them. They were treated in inhumane ways. They were deprived of their families. They were raped, beaten and overworked- forced to be traitors to one another. All these negative traits obviously had a negative impact on our ancestors; not only in the US, but also abroad. Yet the worst was that here in the Americas, our ancestors were not allowed to practice their religion- ways of culture, etc.

african-american-woman-dance-pose-28640352The body is a complicated mystical wonder. It is made up of bones, muscles, organs, nerves and glands. It also has a chemical and electrical component. It is a wonder in that man had studied this, a wonder he understands how it is made of what it is made, even the proportions in which it is made. Yet man can not make life. He can sustain it, but he cannot make it. This is the mystical, divine side of man. The life force energy field is in every cell of our being. It flows in us like a river flows. Effortless. We must capture that essence, the Divine Spirit within us.

Until then, will we have peace. Until then, will we forgive. We Must Forgive! We must let go of the hurt of the past, of the anger, of whatever we are holding onto, whether it is conscious or unconscious. We must get back to our nature, to the Earth.

Our ancestors had dances. They were tribal dances. In all of these dances, body movement and rhythm were an integral part. This was a form of expansion. Their bodies were one with nature. Their minds were free. They were able to think and develop strategies. They stimulated the chemical component in their bodies. They did not need drugs!!! Their body chemistry provided them with the so-called “high” or peace that one wants when he turns to drugs.

This wonder, the body, must be functioning just as the Creator intends it to function. That is, we must be able to move our bodies without pain, just as we did when we were children. This is the key to rejuvenation! By moving our body parts with rhythm, sound and music, we then enhance this spiritual and chemical part of us. Each outer unit is attached to a certain color and this color to a certain chakra. This is the secret to the healing process.

african-women-dancing-26597240The female pelvis contains all the secrets of nature. Black women, that of whom the Creator chooses to conceive and carry life and bring life into the universe, we are the most important beings. Think of this. Our wombs have been the carriers of our men. Black men. Great men. All kinds of men. Black women, in this aspect, we join all women everywhere. Every race, every culture, every creed. We all have this extreme gift from our Creator! Our pelvis is very potent. Use it to get close to God. Use it to unlock the mysteries of life. Powerful Life Force.

So Mote it Be!

Written by,
Daisy King Bellony

Getting to Know Daisy- Part 3

Today, I share the third part of the eulogy that I read for my mother’s funeral.

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As a courageous trailblazer, she first moved to Berkeley and then settled in San Jose, CA. for a period of time. Later, she moved to Southern California, where she resided in Buena Park, CA. from 1976-1990. During this time, she continued her passion for teaching and worked for the Los Angeles Unified School District as a special education teacher, school nurse, counselor and health educator throughout the course of her career.

She achieved another Masters degree in Special Education from California State University, Fullerton, while continuing to work as a nurse for many leading hospitals in the Southern California area.

In 1991, she moved back to St. Thomas, VI to be closer to friends and family and worked as a nurse at the St. Thomas Hospital and as a special education resource teacher and school nurse for the VI Department of Education. In the late 1990’s she moved to Atlanta, GA. to be closer to her daughter and two sons and worked for the Fulton County School system for a short time. However, in early 2002, she permanently moved back to St. Thomas.

After leaving government service, she opened Bellony Consultants and Bellony Home Care Services, which provided skilled in-home nursing services as well as consulting services to private and government agencies.

Daisy was a devoted and active member of the Shiloh Seventh Day Adventist Church on St. Thomas and worked with its health outreach ministry. She also worked with the Wesley Methodist Health Outreach Ministry and numerous other community groups. She was a committed public servant who valued lifelong learning, family and a deep abiding relationship with God. Before her passing, she was actively engaged in starting a compassion support group to bring together people with similar issues, whether it be illness, relationship problems or life changes.

Getting to Know Daisy- Part 2

Today, I share the second part of the eulogy that I read for my mother’s funeral, along with my side note regarding a certain choice she made that changed the course of our family’s history (for better or worse) and planted in my psyche, the seed of independence.

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In 1962, Daisy graduated from UWI and moved to St. Thomas where she worked as a nurse at the Knud Hansen Hospital. While on St. Thomas, she met Moleto Smith A. Smith, Sr., the father of her eldest child. Daisy continued to seek advanced education by applying for graduate studies in New York. While several months pregnant with her first child, Moleto A. Smith, Jr., Daisy moved to Brooklyn and worked at the Brookdale Hospital.

In the late 1960’s, she moved to Elizabeth, NJ where she continued to pursue her education, by attending graduate school at Jersey City State University. She also taught for the Newark Public School system during the daytime and worked nights and weekends as a nurse for various hospitals.

On November 9th, 1965, she married Solomon Bellony, a native from the island of Dominica and the union produced three other children- Gerald, Richard and Deborah (that’s me!). Throughout her time in the metro-New York area, she worked at the Columbia Presbyterian Hospital, Mount Sinai Hospital and several other prestigious hospitals. In 1976, she re-located her family to California after having separated from her husband Solomon.

Side note:
I was around 5 years old and I still remember how my mother packed me, my brothers and her sister and brother-in-law all in a car with all of our belongings and drove from New Jersey to California all by herself. Whenever anyone asked why she left my father, she used to say, “There was no way he was going to have all the privileges of a married man and live like a single man.”


Getting to Know Daisy- Part 1

Today I thought I’d share the first part of the eulogy that I read for my mother’s funeral along with my side note regarding a certain event where I believe a lot of my mother’s “attitude” and ambition originated.

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Daisy Elizabeth Teresa King Bellony was born on Sept. 26th, 1937 to David King and Catherine George King in the village of Seaview Farm, Antigua. She was the youngest of 13 children. In school, she excelled in many areas, but her passion was public service, primarily in the fields of health and education. She attended the prestigious Antigua Girls High School and graduated in 1954.

While studying at the Antigua Nursing College, she worked as an assistant in the medical office of her eldest brother, Dr. Peter King. Yet, she aspired to expand her educational opportunities by applying and being accepted to the University of the West Indies (UWI) School of Nursing in Jamaica.

In Antigua, Dr. King was loved by many as one of the first local pharmacist and physicians and my mother looked up to and aspired to be successful like her brother. But through my mother’s eyes, he had one dark side when it came to her educational goals.

In 1957, she experienced a deep personal lost when both her mother and father passed away. Yet, without Daisy’s knowledge or consent, her brother  wrote to UWI and told them that this wouldn’t be a good time for her to attend college because of the loss of her parents. My mother happened to find the correspondences between the University and her brother and viewed his actions as an attempt to hold back her educational goals so she could continue to work in his office. She not only wrote back to the school to be admitted, she also demanded that her brother pay for her tuition as well!

Side note:
I still remember my mother telling me how she called her brother after she graduated on one of those rotary phones where you spoke into the speaker and held the receiver to your ear. She told him, “I am just calling to let you know that I made it!”


Words of Wisdom from the Wildflower Daisy

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Today’s tribute brings me to the time when my mom shared with me this “gossip prevention” technique she used when she was in college. From time to time, she had friends that wanted to share their personal gossip and have her keep their secrets. But before they would even begin she would ask, “Have you told anyone what you are about to tell me?”

If they replied, “no girl, you are the only one,” she quickly responded, “then don’t tell me because if word gets out, you won’t be able to say that I’m the one who told it. If it’s so juicy that you can’t keep it to yourself, why would you want me to?”

I’m a Child of “A King”

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I’m kicking off the first Tuesday Tribute with Patti Labelle’s song Anything, featuring Kanye West and Consequence for a special reason. First and foremost, I love Patti Labelle and the message of this song. But the special reason has a little history to it.

For some time, my brother Richard has had the beginning of this song as his ring tone, yet I had never heard the song until recently when he gave me his ipod with all of his music. When I heard it, I immediately associated it with his ring tone and somehow thought Patti was saying “you’re a child of a king”  instead of “you’re a child of the King.”

I guess that’s what I wanted to hear, because my mother’s maiden name is Daisy King and I am, literally, a child of a King. So since then, it’s like this song is my special message and encouragement from my mother that I can do ANYTHING as the child of A King and The King as well. Enjoy!