Thank you http://notgigglesbutchuckles.wordpress.com/ for nominating me for the Liebster blog award.  Those are my liebster flowers above with happy faces!  This will be my first time receiving and responding to a nomination, so hope I get this right.

Here are the rules:

1.  Thank and link the person who nominated you

2.  Answer the questions given by the nominator

3.  Nominate 10 other bloggers (or thereabouts)

4.  Create 10 new questions for the nominees to answer

5.  Notify all nominees via social media/blog

I will now answer the questions presented to me, after which I will list a few bloggers I have nominated along with my questions to them.

1.  What do I remember about the first crush I ever had?  I remember that S. was cuter than D. so when we played house, I sent D. off to work and S. would come in the back door.

2.  What did your grandparents’ house smell like?  Mohair furniture.

3.  What do you think about when someone asks if you have siblings?  That I had 4 but one died in 1998, on purpose.

4.  What does it mean to you to be a cat or dog person?  To have a soft spot somewhere in your heart.

5.  What was a major criteria for your future love when you were first thinking about your future life as a kid?  That he would be like J., the one man who visited our house and was always a gentleman.

6.  What is something you love about a person who has been in your life for a long ass time.  I have rarely heard my youngest brother put anyone down.

7.  What is something that drives you crazy about the person in #6?  Once he starts pontificating he spaces out,

8.  Is it better to settle and be a couple or keep searching?  Keep searching, settling causes degredation.

9.  Most annoying/hurtful/obnoxious thing ever said to you because of your identity.  The most annoying thing was this question, “Do you know where Sambo’s Restaurant is”?  It was the 70’s and I was a black woman with an attitude.  The funny thing is the Sambo’s Restaurant was about 4 blocks from where we were when this white couple stopped me and asked. They were just trying to get something to eat.   Of course, I said “no!”   I would apologize for being rude if I saw them today.

10.  Best thing about hanging out with your peeps?  They miss me when I am gone too long.

My nominees are:

http://youngurbanvoices.com

http://rosesintherubble.com/2015/03/14/green-pastures/

http://holisticwayfarer.com/

https://sixtysixtyblog.wordpress.com/

My questions to you are:

1.  Who would you want to paint a picture representing your life?  (eg, Picasso)

2.  What literary person’s home would you visit, if given the chance? (eg, Poe)

3.  What would be the first thing to go if you decided to become a minimalist?

4.  A modern-day masquerade ball is being given-What would you like to masquerade as? (eg, a blue man)

5.  If you had the money, would you sign up to travel where no man has gone before?

6.  What was your favorite childhood past time?

7.  What did you do in High School you would not want made public?

8.  What would you rather be doing today?

9.  Do you have believe in good luck charms (or good luck socks)?

10.  How long have you held on to a book?  (I have had the bible my mom gave me since 1956)

Participation is not mandatory, whatever you choose, though, stop by and see me again.

 Eddie Green Takes Bride – LOS ANGELES – Coming as a pleasant surprise to even his closest friends, Eddie Green, former New Yorker and one of the Nation’s top-flight comedians, and a member of “Duffy’s Tavern” radio show eloped with attractive Norma Amato, concert vocalist, last Wednesday.  The couple were married at Yuma, Arizona, where they spent a brief honeymoon before motoring back to Los Angeles.

THE PITTSBURGH COURIER
NOVEMBER 10^1945

I have finally sent $27.00 to Yuma so that they can, hopefully, find the marriage certificate for Eddie and my mom.  I really spent too much time trying to find this document on-line.  Not all states have the same rules and laws about who can get what and how to go about doing it, but I have now gained a bit of knowledge in this area.  I also  used up a lot of time because I  found a different article that said Eddie and mom had eloped to Las Vegas.

I found a picture of Yuma from 1945, with a car driving through town.  Mom and Eddie had a Buick that Eddie has equipped with a ham radio.  I can see them now, he with a big smile on his face and mom’s scarf billowing out the window.  Back in the day, this was the place to which everyone eloped.

Here is the happy couple as they looked in about 1943 before they got married.  Unfortunately, Mom lost 98% of her early family pictures and documents in a fire so, to my knowledge, there are no wedding photos to show you.

During the past almost five years, I have been using a smartphone and a desktop computer that used to belong to my mom, but in order to write a book, I needed to update, so this past week I bought my first laptop with all the bells and whistles.  It’s taking a while to get used to working with the laptop, but I am doing it.  Catching up with technology.  Sharing with you and working on a book.  Good stuff.  I hope to have samples of chapters from the book, soon.  Thanks for stopping by, and I am leaving you with a picture of my mom, from about 2007 (she passed in 2010 and I still miss her).  We were at the Hollywood Bowl where she used to volunteer in the Gift Shop.  Wasn’t she cute?  Haha, I just remembered, her password for her computer was “cutie”, cause a guy in the computer store told her she was cute.  See ya!

REGAL THEATER
Tuesday and Wednesday Special

“HORROR ISLAND”

Also Colored Pictures with
Eddie GREEN
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One Round Jones

Thursday, Bargain Day
Two Features — 5 and 11 Cents

Also –  Louise Beavers
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“REFORM SCHOOL”

T H E  C A R O L I N A  T I ME S   1940

So, I had the idea to write a post today that would somehow tie in with the commemoration of the 50th Anniversary of “Bloody Sunday” in Selma, Alabama.  I had been trying to remember where I was back then, because I have no memory of the drama of those days.  In my life at that time the drama was at home.  My mom had re-married and we had a very volatile household.  Lots of chaos.  I was attending night school to get my diploma and I had a part-time job.  My focus was on family issues.  Absolutely. Oh, and boyfriends.   In June of 1965, after an argument with my mom (we made up later) I left home, never to return again.  My personal life was such that my reality only stretched so far.  Minute to minute.  My struggle was keeping a roof over my head, getting a job, eating.  Then I had my daughter, and it was all about me and her.  I have not spent a lot of time dwelling on equal rights or civil rights or women’s rights.  I have simply been living my life the best way I could.  Like my brother says, I was just trying to figure out how to survive.  Not that racial issues have not touched my family, my youngest brother actually got beaten up in the 6th grade by a group of black kids because they thought he was white.  Struggles come in all different forms.

I believe that my father did not spend a lot of time dwelling on how his skin color might affect his progress in life.   Because Eddie came of age and began and maintained a successful career in the entertainment industry when segregation was rampant.   In Sweet Land of Liberty: The Forgotten Struggle for Civil Rights in the North (Random House, November), Thomas J. Sugrue, a professor of history and sociology at the University of Pennsylvania, says “the 1920s was an era of growing hostility, as blacks moved north. Restrictive covenants blocked black entry into many neighborhoods. Schools were openly segregated. Shopkeepers and theaters displayed “whites only” signs. Sugrue writes, “Even celebrities such as Josephine Baker, Paul Robeson, Dorothy Dandridge and Marian Anderson had a hard time finding rooms and faced Jim Crow in restaurants when they toured the North.”

Judging by the movies my father made, I think Eddie was just enjoying his life.   He did what he wanted to do, from 1917 when he wrote his first song, through the 20s, 30s, 40s, till 1950.  Yes, his movies were “All Colored Cast”, but they were comedies or scary movies, movies to entertain.  Movies to help people have fun, despite the racial strife.

In 1940 Eddie conceived and financed The Sepia Arts Picture Company and directed and starred in “One Round Jones.”  I think he may have gotten the idea from the fact that in 1938 Joe Louis won the World Heavyweight Championship against Max Schmelling by a technical knockout, which, according to my mom was a big deal for black folks in 1938.    Today, I found a copy of a poster (see top of post)  and I found an ad in the Carolina Times announcing show times for the movie, which was being shown at the Regal Theater.   Hopefully, I can own an original or at least bid on and get a reproduction of the poster.  Below is a still of one of the scenes from the movie.  Eddie is the guy on the right with his mouth wide open, I guess he was “Jones”.    He looks like he is having a ball.  His co-stars in the movie were Allen Drew, Ruth Nelson and Helen Lewis.  I’m not quite sure which of the other two gentlemen is Allen Drew.

Something else that probably gave him much joy was that his co-star, Miss Helen Lewis, otherwise known as Miss South Carolina, had just won the Miss Sepia America Contest at the 1940 World’s Fair in New York, under the guiding eye of Eddie Green, according to an announcement by Ludlow W. Warner, who was managing editor of The New York Age.  One of Helen Lewis’s prizes was playing opposite Eddie in “One Round Jones”.

Here is a bizarre development.  I just checked the internet again and found this –

Notables from the auctions that closed this week were Big Premiere ($667, very rare Our Gang from 1940), Foxy Brown($376), and One Round Jones ($633, very rare first release all-black film).

How in the heck does this happen?  Hopefully, I can acquire some information about whoever got this folded non-US movie poster.

I continue to be amazed at what can be accomplished if one puts in the time and effort.  I know Eddie must have had rough times in his bid for success, but looks like his skin color was not a detriment, well, except in one area that involved my mom.  My grandmother, Sinclaire had no trouble identifying as other than Black in 1945, sometimes she was Spanish or French, so when Eddie came a-courtin’ Sinclaire made him go around to the back door.

I cannot change the mind-set of another human being.  I can treat my fellows with respect and I can practice tolerance. And, I can hope for better days for humanity, in Selma and anywhere else on Planet Earth.     Thanks for stopping by.

I’ve been a little bumbed (?) out lately because I am having difficulty finding my father’s relatives.  Possible due to the years in which these folks lived.  Eddie was born in 1891.  I was able to send away for his Social Security Card Application from 1937 and both his father’s name and his mother’s maiden name were on the application, but I have searched and searched and I cannot find either one of them.  Married or single.  My father’s birth certificate no longer exists according to the Maryland Vital Records and aunt’s and uncles are long gone.  I have found one article that says Eddie was moving his mother into “Gotham” in 1925, and one article in which Eddie himself says he was related to a Bishop James A. Handy, who was a big deal in the AME church but died in 1911.  Eddie was a star of stage, screen and radio and that is basically how I get my information about his life.  I know that he was not a happy child and left home at about nine year of age, so I guess once he got out he never looked back.  I forget, no, I don’t want to remember that government record-keeping for Black folks in the late 1800’s was not like it is today.

The Family Tree.  I want to trace my roots.  As I sit here it dawns on me that not only can I not find Eddie’s family, I’m having trouble finding information on mom’s family.  Especially her father who was Italian and whose parents were born in Italy.  My mom’s father’s name was Guiseppe Amato and he was born in New York.  There were a million Guiseppe Amatos in New York in 1896.  He changed his name to Joe and lived in Los Angeles until the 1950s, but I have not found any paper trails.  I know he was a barber.  I haven’t given up, though it takes away from my writing time.

Below I will introduce you to my immediate family, I have one of two of their pictures up in other posts, so forgive the redundancy.  I just love my family so much and they are truly supportive of my effort to document and publish the story of my father’s life:

My grandson Edward (I thought Melony named him after my father, but I was wrong), my daughter Melony and me.  My sister Donna, my brother Brian and my brother Brad, no, he’s not a Laker, just a serious fan.  Welcome to the family.

Until next time.

February is Black History Month.  From what I have been hearing and reading there are many opinions out there about whether we should have a Black History Month or not, whether we need a month with a few more days, or whether Black history should even be mixed in with American history.   For myself I live in America and I consider myself to be an American.  A female, black American who lives on Planet Earth.  I think Black History Month is cool.   It gives people a chance to stand out a bit.

My pet peeve has been how Secretaries Week has shrunk to Secretaries Day.    I was a secretary for 35 years, and every year which ever company I was working for celebrated Secretaries Day.  And every year I would protest, because it was actually Secretaries Week, usually during the month of April.

A secretary has to be good with people, tactful, a listener, a coffee-maker, a right-hand man, a greeter, a multi-tasker, etc., etc., etc., did secretaries get a month?  No.  We didn’t even get the whole week and still don’t.

Every year we get one day.   Oh yea, they actually changed the name of the day though, to Professional Secretaries Day or in some places Administrative Assistant’s Day.

At least the Black History celebration has been extended from one day to one month.

I mean, for Black History, first we had the second week of February as Negro History Week, announced by Carter G. Woodson.  Then in 1937 and part of 1938, there was the radio program, “The Negro Hour.   My father, Eddie Green, actually wrote a letter to them via the California Eagle newspaper, that stated in part:  “I am writing a letter concerning the much discussed Negro Hour.  To intelligently discuss any subject, one must know something about that subject.  I am known in big time radio circles from coast to coast having appeared many times on major chains and television.  Now to the subject under discussion.  It is terrible”.  Then he went on to discuss his suggestions, and he ended the letter with this:  “Buckle down and put some real perspiration behind the program, because in your hands fate has placed the greatest instrument for the spreading of propaganda the world has every known.”

Finally, in 1976 as part of the United States Bicentennial, the informal expansion of Negro History Week to Black History Month was officially recognized by the U.S. government.  I think it’s a good thing.  Unlike what society has done to Secretaries.  Shrunk us down to one day.

I think we should celebrate all types of events, such as:

This massive and intricately decorated bell and pavilion was donated in 1976 to the people of Los Angeles by the people of the Republic of Korea to celebrate the bicentennial of the U.S. independence, honor veterans of the Korean War, and to consolidate traditional friendship between the two countries.  The bell is rung only four times each year: the Fourth of July, August 15 (Korean Independence Day) and New Year’s Eve, and every September to coincide with bell ringings around the country to celebrate Constitution week.  Until 7 or 8 years ago, I did not know this bell existed.  It is in San Pedro.  It is beautiful and important to the people of this country.  Or, this:

Or this:

Maybe we could just celebrate Life on good ole planet Earth, every day.

I watched a video yesterday from the Arsenio Hall late night television show, of a young black woman answering someones comment on her speaking voice.  She put into words an idea I have been trying to project via my blog and, eventually, my book.  One of the things she did was to champion women who had come before her.  Women who were just ordinary women, but did extraordinary things.  Like Dorothy Height, The President of the National Council of Negro Women for 40 years.  Born in 1912, Dorothy Height she was an educator and an organizer.  She was on committees and commissions.  In the 1960’s she organized Wednesdays in Mississippi, which was a group of black and white women who came together to create a dialogue of understanding.  In 2004 Dorothy Height was awarded the Congressional Gold Medal.  She fought for civil rights and women’s rights.  Dorothy Height even has a building named after her.

For that young lady to communicate positivity by championing who we are as black people, people like Dorothy Height, made me wish I could hug her.   I thought, this is how you encourage people to achieve their goals, as opposed to focusing on how others may have held you back.  The thing is, I want to reach, not just people of color, but anyone who feels they “can’t” do this or that, because of what others may say.  Encouragement is what we need in this world.  Television was the perfect place for her to be able to express herself and reach millions of people.

That young woman I saw put her passion into something positive, as opposed to projecting anger, she projected pride in those who came before her and paved the way.  And she was young.  Meaning she is able to reach an audience that I may not attract.  I want our young people to remember the folks who struggled for the freedoms we enjoy today.  To remember them and to use them as examples of perseverance and dedication and pride.

On June 26, 1948 there was an article in the New York Age newspaper about my father and his thoughts on television:

Eddie Greens Firm Aids Show Business Through Television. The fast growing field of television offers a fertile one for Negro performers, is the opinion of radio comedian, Eddie Green, who revealed that because of this fact his motion picture firm has interested advertising agencies in having their sponsors products sold to the millions who view television via the singing and dancing route.

Designed to catch and hold the attention of the millions who want entertainment on video, Green asserted that instead of the hackneyed manner of selling national consumer goods to the public, his firm will “Deliver the message in a way to keep viewers from turning the dial”. Organized two months ago in Los Angeles with the famed comedian as president, Sepia Productions has already lined up five three-minute skits which they plan to lease or sell outright to ad agencies.

Backstage at the Strand Theatre here, where he’s a member of the “Duffy’s Tavern” radio show,  Green said that colored performers save(sic) their niche in the television picture and they should demand that their agents establish contacts with those that handle the shows In order not to be left out in the cold when the infant industry attains maturity. He pointed out that the decline of vaudeville witnessed many good Negro acts going out of business and little hope for the birth of new talent was anticipated until television offered vast potentialities!

Two years earlier, Eddie told the Baltimore AFRO: “I have little doubt that there will be more roles for colored entertainers in radio and although it may still be sometime away, I believe the day will come when at least one of the major networks will offer a chance to some young artist to head his own show.”  Eddie may not necessarily have been talking about television networks, but I bet he had them in mind.  Eddie knew what he was talking about.  Though he was not the first person of color to be on a major network, Arsenio Hall did have  his own show back in 1989 and now, once again, he is back and providing some very uplifting entertainment.

One last thing.  My father was an electronics wiz.  He liked to tinker with radios and television sets.  He had ideas.  My mom told me that Eddie was the way ahead of his time regarding television.  One day in 1945,  Eddie decided to cut a hole in the wall between the kitchen and the living room so that he could put the TV in the wall.  Mom said that the fact that people have their TV on their walls these days is nothing new.  She said the only problem was, that the back of the TV stuck out into the kitchen and was really ugly.

That’s all for now.  Thanks for stopping by.

1923 Feb 16, In Egypt the burial chamber of King Tutankhamen’s recently unearthed tomb was unsealed by archeologist Howard Carter.  In June, 1923 my father, Eddie Green, had his song, “King Tut Blues” copyrighted.  It’s really small, but you can see his name right in front.

SOMEone who reads my blog sent this picture to me.  So cool.  I posted a few days ago about this song that was written by my father in 1923, and I have received information which is going to help me in my quest to locate the copyright documents.  I call it a quest because I know where the documents may still be, but in order to get them I must have lots of money to pay the Copyright Office for searches.  I have received the words to this song and it turns out that King Tut’s blues had something to do with his mother-in-law.

In 1923, Clarence Williams had just moved into New York, when he became the publisher for “King Tut Blues” and another song titled  “The Right Key, But The Wrong KeyHole”, words and melody by my father.  Along with writing these songs, Eddie was also performing in a couple of plays in New York,  “Plantation Days”, at the Lafayette Theater,  after which he did a play titled “All In Fun” , for which he wrote his own songs, at the Yorkville theater.  Then it was on to the Palace in Baltimore, to Toledo and to Ohio, then back to New York by 1924.

The  Schnectady Gazette,  April 8, 1924, stated in part,

“For pep and go the “All In Fun” burlesque show which opened at the Van Curler yesterday for a three-day stay is recommended to the patrons of the theater”.  “Eddie Green, late star of “Plantation Days,” as he was billed on the program was  exceptionally good.  His talking song, “Previous”  was enjoyed.”

The performance at the Van Curler was a song and dance skit that also featured this young lady, Momi Kalama., seems she was known as “the Anna Pavlova of Hawaii.”

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Somewhere along in here, my father got married for the first time and had a daughter.  His daughter was born about 1923.  I have no memory of her as I only saw her once when she came to my Eddie’s funeral in 1950.  My mom told me that she and Eddie’s daughter were the same age, and they did not get along.  I actually found an article with a little blurb about Eddie Green’s daughter rushing to his side.  If she is still alive, she would be about 91 years old today.

I have not had much luck in finding my half-sister, nor have I been able to locate any information about Eddie’s parents.  It is difficult to locate folks from 1950, not to mention trying to find someone from the late 1800’s.  Since Eddie was born in 1891, records from that time may be forever lost.

I do, however, have some information about my maternal grandmother, she who became my father’s mother-in-law in 1945.  Her name was Sinclaire White Murdock when she met my father.  Sinclaire was born in 1896, in Chicago.  She came to Los Angeles in 1920.  In researching my father, I have also included my mother and her history and while checking out my grandmother, I found this article in “The Crisis” magazine, A Record of the Darker Races, started by W. E. B. Dubois in 1910 and which is the official magazine of the NAACP,  Vol. 4 No. 4:

I have been able to follow Sinclaire up to her death here in Los Angeles, thanks to newspaper articles and my mom, of course.  Sinclaire became a violin teacher and started her own Music Arts Association in the 1920’s.  She started my mom on the violin and piano at around age 7.  There will be a chapter or two about my mom in the book I am writing about Eddie, so I want to incorporate some of her story here into this blog.  I do not remember my grandmother and I have only seen one picture of her.  One of those black and white pictures where she has on a high neck white dress and her hair is piled on top of her head, very victorian looking and very stern.  Later, in 1945 when Sinclaire and Eddie met, and Eddie began to court my mother, he discovered that he, too, might wind up with mother-in-law problems.

I have discovered that I enjoy writing.  I don’t have any lofty aspirations in this regard, I simply want to get down on paper the accomplishments of those family members who have contributed much to society, but have pretty much been forgotten.  I appreciate my readers because they let me know that I can, in fact, write a book that people will find interesting and, perhaps, inspiring.

To me:

“Don’t let the fear of striking out, hold you back”- Babe Ruth

Tam and his Cronies drinking at Kirkton Jean’s-Courtesy Wikipedia

Hey there, welcome back.  Researching my father, Eddie Green, is proving to be so much fun and is also teaching me to broaden my mind-set.  Today, while trying to arrange my hard copy documents in a way that would allow me to make sure what I write is correct, I came across an article written in 1927 or 1928,  which introduces Eddie as the star in a play titled “Tam O’Shanter” at the Alhambra Theater.  (I have pictures of Eddie on some of my other posts, I just haven’t figured out how to incorporate them into current posts, in case you are new to my blog and wonder what Eddie looks like, and I think one shows up on my landing page at the bottom.)

By GERALDINE DISMOND , Eddie Green, who is famous for his ‘A Good Man is Hard To Find” and “Don’t Let No One Man Worry Your Mind” will appear all next week at the Alhambra,. playing the lead in “Tam O’ Shantcr,’ love story set to music – . ‘ “: .’. – ‘ ‘. – Mr. Green has been in the show business practically all his life. He was born in Baltimore and began his career as the “Boy Magician” playing small towns and ‘packing the “”entertainment halls….   He worked in burlesque four years for Columbia and has the distinction of having produced and managed for a year. ‘.’All in Fun, for Barney Gerard. Then followed a year with the Schuberts, and three ‘ years at the Apollo. He comes  to star in Tam O” Shanter. This week at the Alhambra.

This is exactly the type of article I need to help me stay organized.  My problem was, however, that every time I looked at this article, I wondered what he, Eddie, a black man, was doing in a play in 1927 with an Irish theme. The play, directed by R. E. Jefrey is about a man who recites a poem in a village inn.  The poem, I finally noticed, was written by the Scottish poet, Robert Burns, and it was titled “Tam o’Shanter”.  I realized that, of course, I had heard of Robert Burns but not the poem, so I looked it up.  The poem is about a man named Tam who spends a lot of time getting drunk with his friends, neglecting his wife.  It begins like this:

“When chapman billies leave the street, And drouthy neibors, neibors, meet; as market days are wearing late, and folk begin to tak the gate, while we sit bousing at the nappy, an’ getting fou and unco happy, we think na on the lang Scots miles, the mosses, waters, slaps and stiles, that lie between us and our hame, where sits our sulky, sullen dame, gathering her brows like gathering storm, nursing her wrath to keep it warm.”  

The actor sits in a chair and recites this play, which takes about 90 minutes.  It is one of Mr. Burns longer plays.  There are different versions if you care to look them up, or maybe unlike me, you have already done so.

I have just made the discovery that this is an extremely well known poem.  There has been an overture named after this poem.  There has been a hat named after this poem.  More recently, there has been an adaptation of this poem by a British heavy metal band.  Readers of history, painters and builders have made use of this poem.  The poem even mentions Cutty Sark, though not in the way I know Cutty Sark.  (It means “short shirt”, not hard liquor).  My point is, I have had a sort of narrow-mindedness due to a lack of knowledge in certain areas.

My father was a well read man.  As a former Burlesque comedian, Eddie probably used satire in his sketches.  At the time, satire was used to ridicule dignified works.  That the audience had a high degree of literacy was taken for granted, therefore the actor had to know his business.   Eddie read, he studied.  He prepared himself.  He did the work.   He was an Actor, period.  He acted in plays, period.  My vision of life and my mind is expanding, thanks to my father.

It has to be very freeing to simply decide what you want to do and proceed to do it.  Sounds simple.  I tended to proceed out of necessity most of my life.  The need and desire for additional life knowledge is providing me the impetus to continue going forward with this project.  It is absolutely stimulating.  Thanks for stopping by.   Do come back.

I have been having difficulty beginning a new post so I decided to search for ideas and I found the above quote that seemed to speak just to me.  I thought, man, that is deep.  Turn the faucet on.  Start writing.  Write anything.

So,  I decided to write about a song my father, Eddie Green, wrote in 1923 titled “King Tut Blues”.  I found out that for this song, Eddie was responsible for words and melody, and arrangement was by W. Benton Overstreet.   W. Benton Overstreet was an African-American pianist, composer and bandleader, who, in 1917 composed the song “There’ll Be Some Changes Made”, along with a man named Billy Higgins.

This has nothing to do with King Tut, but I also found out that In 1929, six years after working with W. Benton Overstreet, Eddie composed a song with Billy Higgins titled “Big Business”, that was performed in the Broadway production “Hot Chocolates”. Billy Higgins, wrote the words to “There’ll Be Some Changes Made”, to which W. Benton Overstreet wrote the music.   Billy Higgins was an African-American who was born in 1888 in Columbia, South Carolina, and became a singer and comedian. By the late 1910s, he was a top performer in a string of vaudeville shows, traveling troupes and burlesque revues.  I actually own a copy of a recording of “Big Business”.  The production “Hot Chocolates” also showcased such performers as Louis Armstrong, Fats Waller and Andy Razaff.

Some of the names on this recording are still recognized today, but Eddie’s name has sunk into obscurity.  Maybe because Eddie died in 1950.  Or, maybe it’s like my mom said, Eddie was low-key.  One of the reasons I have begun writing a book about my father, is that I want Eddie to be remembered for his contribution to the entertainment industry that flourishes today.  Because he was there.

You know, it’s hard to stop once you get started.  I guess Louis L’Amour was right.  You have to turn the faucet on.