I'll Call It Like I See It

by sheila morris

storytelling for truth lovers

  • The Story of Joan Eardley: Art, Love, and Legacy

    The Story of Joan Eardley: Art, Love, and Legacy


    Josie Holford’s blog, Rattlebag and Rhubarb, another of my favorites, introduced me six months ago to the work of Joan Eardley, a lesbian artist who died at the age of 42 from cancer that began as breast cancer but spread to her brain. (josieholford.com/joan-eardley/) I encourage you to visit her blog for additional insights.

    Joan Eardley

    Joan was born in 1921 on a dairy farm in Sussex, England, to Anglo-Scottish parents. Her father committed suicide in 1929, but Joan and a younger sister, Pat, weren’t told about the cause of his death until they were grown women. The two young sisters and their mother lived in London with their grandmother and great-aunt who took care of them. When the bombings began in England in WWII, the women returned to their roots in Scotland to live in Glasgow.

    National Galleries of Scotland (www.nationalgalleries.org)

    early works of Eardley followed the Samson family, a family of twelve children growing up on the back streets of Glasgow

    “In January, 1940, Eardley enrolled at the Glasgow School of Art as a day student where she studied under Hugh Adam Crawford and was influenced by the Scottish Colourists…[9] She met the painter Margot Sandeman, who became a close and lifelong friend.[9][14] Sandeman and Eardley would often paint together and also shared family holidays and camping trips.[15] In 1941, they acquired a horse and caravan and travelled around Loch Lomond to paint and sketch. For many years, they also visited Corrie on the Isle of Arran, using an outhouse, the Tabernacle, as a studio.” (Wikipedia)

    In 1957 Eardley was recovering from the mumps, and a friend took her to Catterline, a tiny village located on the North Sea in Aberdeenshire, Scotland. In an audio recording Eardley spoke of Catterline: “When I’m painting in the North East, I hardly ever move out of the village (Catterline), I hardly ever move from one spot. I do feel the more you know something, the more you can get out of it. That is the North East. It’s just vast (indistinct word possibly “waves”), vast seas, vast areas of cliff. Well you’ve just got to paint it.”[36][37] (Wikipedia)

    Joan Eardley – Catterline Seascape

    As for her personal life, Eardley’s name was associated with other women artists at various times during her life – women she met while studying art at the Glasgow School of Art. Margot Sandeman (1922 – 2009). Lilian (Lil) Neilson (1938-1998). Dorothy Steel (1927-2002).

    But the love of Eardley’s life was the violinist/photographer Audrey Walker who was ten years older than Joan, married, living in Glasgow but was with Eardley in the Catterline years from 1952 until her death in 1963.

    In 2013, fifty years after the artist’s death, love letters she wrote to Walker in Glasgow from Catterline were published. Walker died in 1996.

    Source: Love Letters from Catterline – Joan and Audrey

    The Scottish Gallery

    Passages from letters from Joan Eardley to Audrey Walker:

    I just feel I love you so much – and there just ain’t words – to say it – not words that mean what I feel inside of me – and there’s nothing else that I really want to say – nothing at all…

    Joan Eardley

    Passages from Audrey Walker’s tribute to Joan Eardley:

    To me she was quite simply the winter sea to which and for which I would give my life.

    Audrey Walker

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    Special thanks to Josie Holford for leading me down the rabbit hole of Joan Eardley’s life and especially her art. I’ve been saving this journey for a special time. Women’s History Month is that moment.

  • Willie Flora: A Hidden Gem in Black History and Family Legacies

    Willie Flora: A Hidden Gem in Black History and Family Legacies


    On my 66th. birthday I sat in a pew behind the family at a celebration of life in the Jerusalem Starlight Encampment Building in Simonton, Texas. It was my only visit to the church, and I was there to say goodbye to a Black woman who had been my best friend, like a second mother to me, for the previous forty-five years.

    “Her legacy will be cherished by her five daughters, two sons, twenty-one grandchildren, twenty-four great-grandchildren, three nieces and a host of great-nieces, nephews, relatives and friends,” was part of the commentary on the life of a Black woman whose celebration of life took place on April 21, 2012, in the city of Simonton, Texas, which was located within the Houston metropolitan area.

    Willie Meta “Ninnie” Robbins Flora wasn’t a famous public figure like Maya Angelou, not a political icon of the Civil Rights movement like Rosa Parks, not a household name like Shirley Chisholm – and yet her influence has been felt in the lives of ordinary people who were touched by her generosity of spirit, her keen sense of humor, and her loving care for those who needed help in any form. She has earned her place in Black History Month to me and others. Her niece Verna wrote a moving tribute to her Aunt Ninnie for the Celebration Program in 2012.

    Aunt Ninnie was called many names, Skin, Cat Momma, Girlie, Aunt, Cousin, Sister, Road dog, Mother, but most of all she was called Mom. She was the type of person that, whatever you needed, no matter what it was, you had it. Now I guess you are wondering, “Why Road dog?” You see, my Auntie was my best friend. I remember when I was staying in Houston, I would call my Auntie every day and ask her what she was doing, and she would say,”Sitting on the side of the bed waiting on the next thing smoking.” We didn’t talk very much; we just enjoyed each other’s company. Man! We all loved her cooking! We couldn’t wait til Sunday, because that’s when we all met after church, and what a time we had! Auntie had something that everyone liked, because she wanted to make everyone happy. That’s the kind of person she was. Our loved one was no stranger to anyone. She was always there with a helping hand. I could go on and on about Mrs. Willie Flora. So Auntie, I’m waiting on the next thing smoking. See you on the other side. Rest in Peace, Love, Verna

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    Willie was in my life from the summer I graduated college in 1967 until her passing in 2012. As Verna said in her tribute above, she was always there with a helping hand to everyone – including me and my entire family.

    I loved Willie Flora. She was wise with wisdom born of pain, but she turned her pain into a quick wit that laughed at herself and everyone she knew. She had spunk, and I admired her for standing tall – refusing to be defined by a world that often saw only the color of her skin.

    I miss her to this day. I am waiting with her and Verna for the next thing smoking on the other side.

    Sheila Rae

  • Remembering Jesse Jackson’s Impact on LGBTQ+ Rights

    Remembering Jesse Jackson’s Impact on LGBTQ+ Rights


    Jesse Louis Burns was born October 8, 1941, in Greenville, South Carolina. His mother was 18-year-old Helen Burns (1923-2015), and his father was her 33-year-old neighbor Noah Louis Robinson who was married to someone else. One year after Jesse was born his mother married Charles Henry Jackson, who later adopted him. Jesse took his step-father’s last name but remained in contact with Robinson until his passing in 1997.

    An ordained Baptist minister, Jackson became involved with the Civil Rights Movement through Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. in the Southern Christian Leadership Conference. He had participated in the 1965 march from Selma to Montgomery and won Dr. King’s confidence. That was the starting point for six decades of activism for equal justice and liberty for all.

    Rev. Jackson had two unsuccessful campaigns for the Democratic nomination for President of the United States in 1984 and 1988. He advanced the concept of a Rainbow Coalition that included the LGBT community in a speech to the Democratic Convention in 1984:

    “We must address their concerns and make room for them,” he said of a constellation of oppressed people. “The Rainbow includes lesbians and gays,” Jackson said to cheers. “No American citizen ought to be denied equal protection from the law.”

    Jackson followed up on that commitment in 1987, when he spoke at the second National March on Washington for Lesbian and Gay Rights, soon after announcing his second bid for president.

    “We gather today to say that we insist on equal protection under the law for every American, for workers’ rights, women’s rights, for the rights of religious freedom, the rights of individual privacy, for the rights of sexual preference. We come together for the rights of all American people,” Jackson declared.

    Jesse Jackson’s “Rainbow Coalition” was more than just another rhetorical flourish from the legendary orator. He gave real substance to the phrase by uniting black and brown people, the poor, and — an important, but less remembered part of his legacy — LGBTQ+ people.

    (Greg Owen, LGBTQ Nation, February 17, 2026)

    I was thirty-eight years old when I heard Jesse Jackson speak about his Rainbow Coalition that included lesbians like me. In that 1984 national campaign for the Democratic Nomination for President, Jackson carried five primaries and caucuses: Louisiana, Virginia, the District of Columbia, one of two separate contests in Mississippi, and…South Carolina. (Wikipedia) He was the first Black candidate to win any major party state primary or caucus. He had my vote in both campaigns.

    Whether the issues were health care during the AIDS crisis in the 1980s or marriage equality thirty years later, Rev. Jesse Jackson understood institutional wrongdoing and called it out.

    “Marriage is based on love and commitment — not sexual orientation. I support the right of any person to marry the person of their choosing,” Jackson declared at a rally outside the U.S. Court of Appeals for the Ninth Circuit in San Francisco in December, 2010.

    (Rev. Irene Monroe, Whosoever, February 19, 2026)

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    I leave you today while mourning the loss of another champion of equal justice, not a perfect man, but someone who lives on in those who labor for a harvest yet unseen. During Black History Month we acknowledge his passing, celebrate his service, and ask for the wings of angels to lift him to a better place. The harvest is plentiful, but the laborers are few. Jesse Jackson labored with love.

    Thank you, Rev. Jackson, for reminding me years ago that “I Am Somebody.” I will miss you.

    Jesse Louis Jackson (October 08, 1941 – February 17, 2026)

  • Elana Meyers Taylor: Historic Win in Women’s Monobob

    Elana Meyers Taylor: Historic Win in Women’s Monobob


    sons Nico and Noah run to Mom to help her celebrate her victory

    Meyers Taylor, 41, is the most decorated Black Winter Olympian

    three silver medals and two bronze medals in four previous Olympics

    Siobhan McGirl quotes Meyers Taylor in an article published yesterday in nbcphiladelphia.com

    “I really want a gold medal. I haven’t gotten it yet, so I feel like that is the one thing that I am missing from my resume, but besides that it is doing it for myself and doing it for my kids,” said Meyers Taylor. “To show them that I can chase my dreams and I can overcome obstacles and just continue to persevere through any obstacles that come my way and actually achieve my dreams.”

    Both Meyers Taylor’s sons, Nico and Noah, are deaf. Nico also has down syndrome.

    “I really want to show them that despite what people tell you… that you can go for it regardless,” said Meyers Taylor. “I also want to show them that it’s okay- you are going to falter at times, but you can learn a lot and you can continue to grow and you can fight through those hard times.”

    Congratulations to a black woman who endured obstacles, persevered through pain, defied the odds to represent not only her family but also her country.

    I don’t know nuthin’ about Women’s Monobob, but I was intrigued when I randomly watched awesome women flying around at warp speed in a tiny tube shaped like a hot dog bun this afternoon as part of the NBC coverage of the Milan Cortina 2026 Winter Olympics. I quickly learned speed was the goal, but the driver’s skills were critical to the win. These women meant business.

    Only one could win the gold, however, and I was thrilled for this wise woman who understood the importance of staying the course.

    Elana Meyers Taylor made history during Black History Month – perfect timing.

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    (the images belong to NBC – courtesy of my Smart TV)

  • Two Women from Arizona: Unsolved Mysteries of Their Disappearance

    Two Women from Arizona: Unsolved Mysteries of Their Disappearance


    Full disclosure: I am a card carrying member of FOSG (Fans of Savannah Guthrie) and joined the millions of Savannah’s admirers who have watched the painful unfolding of events in the abduction of her 84-year-old mother, Nancy Guthrie, from her home in Tucson, Arizona, on January 31, 2026. Updates on her disappearance are closely watched at our house.

    I visited the FBI Kidnappings and Missing Persons website Thursday morning and took a screenshot of an FBI poster for Guthrie posted that day:

    DETAILS

    The Federal Bureau of Investigation’s Phoenix Field Office and the Pima County Sheriff’s Department in Arizona are investigating the disappearance of Nancy Guthrie, last seen at her residence in the Catalina Foothills neighborhood of Tucson, Arizona, on the evening of January 31, 2026. She is considered to be a vulnerable adult who has difficulty walking, has a pacemaker, and needs daily medication for a heart condition.

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    Bill Chappell at NPR interviewed experts for his article on the Guthrie case published February 13, 2026:

    More than 500,000 people were reported missing in the U.S. last year, according to the Justice Department. But Tara Kennedy, media representative for the Doe Network, a volunteer group working to identify missing and unidentified persons, says high-profile kidnappings are rare.

    “I can’t remember the last time I heard about a ransom case besides Guthrie,” says Kennedy, who has worked with the Doe Network since 2014. “I always associate them with different periods in American history, like the Lindbergh kidnapping, not someone’s mother from the Today show.”

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    Black faces. Brown faces. Little girls. Little boys. Teenagers. Stats, stats, stats. White women. Brown women. Black women. The FBI Kidnappings and Missing Persons website was like a patchwork quilt of the American experience. One woman’s picture caught my attention especially – a Native woman, Ella Mae Begay, from Sweetwater, Arizona. How far was Sweetwater from Tucson, I wondered? 131 miles as the crow flies according to a map. How far was Begay from Guthrie? Much closer.

    This is a screenshot of the Begay poster from the Kidnappings and Missing Persons FBI website – she was 61 years old when she was reported missing:

    DETAILS

    On June 15, 2021, Ella Mae Begay was reported missing from her residence near Sweetwater, Arizona, by family members. Early that morning, her vehicle, a Ford F-150, was seen leaving the residence. It was believed that the truck may have been driven toward Thoreau, New Mexico, and may have proceeded in the
    direction of Albuquerque, New Mexico. Ella Mae’s vehicle was described as a 2005 Ford F-150, gray or silver in color, with a broken tailgate that would not close with Arizona license plate AFE7101.

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    Be still, and the earth will speak to you. (Navajo quote)