Today I found a free photograph of my father, Eddie Green, that I could use without having to pay someone some money.  This is a head-shot of Eddie during the time he played Stonewall, the Crooked Lawyer, in the 1940’s radio program, Amos N Andy.

Before I started this blogging adventure and writing a book about Eddie, I thought a lot about what my focus would be.  Should I focus on Eddie’s accomplishments as a black man in a white oriented society, or should I focus on his achievements, period, simply to show others what can be accomplished in life.  I wanted the publication of my father’s story to provide inspiration, first of all to my grandson, then also to anyone else who needed a bit of motivation.

Today I watched a 1962 movie called “The Intruder”, that blew me away because the subject was racism in a small southern town and the “N-word” was in use by everyone in this movie, even the old proprietor woman.  I was surprised that I could go on the net and view this movie.  I watched it.  There was some underlying drama that showed the star of the movie taking advantage of someone’s teenage daughter, then someone’s wife.  There was almost a lynching.  This was in 1962.  I do not want to write a book about racism.

My father’s entertainment career began in the 1920’s and lasted until 1950.  I cannot begin to imagine what he may have gone through in order to achieve his dreams.  But I am pretty sure it was not easy.  Eddie became a prominent, well-known figure during his life. According to my mom, Eddie formed very close bonds with his fellow show business performers.  Friendships for him were not about race.  Eddie was about being the best he could be and putting in the work to acquire what he wanted,

What I have learned through my research, though, is that Eddie had pride in who he was as a person of color.  In 1938 Eddie wrote a letter to the editor of the California Eagle newspaper giving a critique of a radio program called “The Negro Hour”. One portion of his letter said “The news items were GREAT, but they should be read that way.  They were the record of achievement of the Negro.  They were something to be proud of”.

I want to inspire people to follow their dreams.  I want to provide a story or a thought that might help another person to look at themselves and see their potential and take it out into the world.  My father was a Black man who prospered in this world.  I am writing a book about my father.

People like to laugh.  Laughter is good for us. In living life on planet Earth, we need stuff to laugh about now and then.

While searching burlesque comedy the other day, the word “double-entendre” caught my eye. According to my dictionary, double entendre is a figure of speech for sayings or jokes that have two different meanings, usually one of the meanings is sexual, but not always, as is the case in the story written by Damon Knight titled “To Serve Man”.  This title had two distinctly different meanings.  There was even a Twilight Zone episode with the same name, I won’t tell the plot even though everyone of any age must have seen this episode, but maybe not, suffice it to say, I loved the ending.

In Burlesque, most of the jokes told by comedians like my father, Eddie Green, were double entendre jokes in which one of the meanings was of a sexual nature.  I haven’t found any of Eddie’s jokes, yet, but I did find this one that was told by the Bellamy Brothers, “If I said you had a nice body, would you hold it against me?”   Then there is this one-liner from (my favorite lady) Mae West, “I feel like a million tonight, but only one at a time!”  Raunchy jokes seem to get a lot of laughs.

Todays jokes have gotten so bold, I had trouble finding one I could post without seeming indecent.  But, hey we are all adults here and reality is what it is. Question:  What should you do if your girlfriend starts smoking?  Answer:  Slow down, and possibly use a lubricant.

Me being me, one thing I noticed about the jokes or one-liners, is that they all have one theme in common, they tend to have the focus of a sexual nature, it is just that one era was subtle and one era is in your face. They are just wrapped and presented in different ways.  Like free speech ideas.  Seems to me sometimes free speech ideas are wrapped in different ways depending on the circumstances.  Like, I believe you have the right to say whatever you want, but that person over there said something that they ought to be banned for saying!

Maybe you have guessed why I am on a search for a good laugh.  I am one who really just likes the simple, silly jokes like, Question: Why did the little boy put his father under the steps? Answer:  So he could have a STEPdad!  Or one-liners like this:  A magician was walking down the street and turned into a grocery store.

Thank you, thank you.  

Pioneer: A person who is among the first to explore or settle a new country or area

Trailblazer:  A person who makes a new track through wild country.

Andrea Crouch has passed away.  I read an article that said Pastor Crouch composed “The Blood Will Never Lose It’s Power”.  I come from a baptist church background and that is one of the songs I knew by heart.  But I never knew who wrote the song.   Pastor Crouch was also a gospel singer, songwriter, arranger and record producer.  I found a video that shows Pastor Crouch at a crusade in New Mexico in 1975, where he got a standing ovation.  In the video he said that he found the inspiration that started him on his path at about 11 years old.  Pastor Crouch was a man of many talents.  In a statement from the Office of the Press Secretary, the President called Pastor Crouch a pioneer.  According to one definition a pioneer is a person who is among the first to explore or settle a new country or area.  Pastor Crouch certainly explored and settled new areas.

My father, Eddie Green died in 1950 after a career as a comedian.  In Eddie’s own words in 1938 “I am known in big time radio from coast to coast having appeared many times on the major chains and television programs.  I am a government licensed radio operator.”  Eddie was also a songwriter, producer, actor and director.  Eddie was a man of many talents.  Eddie was a trailblazer.  His inspiration was poverty.  A person who makes a new track through wild country.  And America in the early 1900’s was a wild country for black folks.

My mom, to me, was a pioneer and a trailblazer.  She went through most of her childhood and early adulthood believing she was adopted by a task master mother, and she was not sure what her ethnicity was.  My mom trained  to become an opera star from about the age of seven. By age 18, she was on her way.  Before she became Mrs. Eddie Green she was Norma Amato.  Here is an article I found in my research for the book on my father:

The California Eagle, June 29, 1944

Talented Protege Of
H. McDaniel To Sing
For Garner Dinner

The beautiful and talented protege of Miss Hattle McDaniel, the first Negro actress to win an academy award, will sing at Garner Music Center tonight.  Her name is Norma Amato, and she has a voice as lovely as a tune by Jerome Kern!

She had the voice.  But, she chose to marry my father and put her plans on hold because by 1945 Eddie was a “star”.  My mom’s life changed drastically when Eddie died five years later.  Her years from then on were filled with a lot of drama and personal chaos, while raising five kids, working as a waitress, going back to school.  My mom was a woman of many talents, when it comes to living life.  As a pioneer, my mom was one of those people who explored new areas in 1944 as an opera singer, as a trailblazer she showed me how to get through life, no matter what.  She was 87 when she died.  And feisty.

One of the reasons I started this blog is to write about those who have provided inspiration, who have paved the way for the coming generations.  I want to remember these pioneers and trailblazers because they contributed to my progress.  My father was an accomplished man but he has faded way into the background.  The biography that I am writing is my way of bringing Eddie back into the light, to honor him for showing me what can be accomplished in wild country.

Let’s not forget.

I have been wondering why, when we ask for something and get it tenfold, we question it. We question getting what we asked for in the first place.  Did we not really want it?  Or did we not really believe we would get it when we asked for it?  Or maybe we ask with a preconceived notion of what we think we will get, which places a limit in our own minds on what we could get.  Or maybe, we don’t really have faith in our ability to handle that which we asked for. It would seem as though our faith is lacking somehow, when we receive exactly what we ask for and then sit down to ponder the receiving.  If we are putting in the work to achieve something and being the best we can be, and we are trusting in the faith of our beliefs, achieving our goals should be a joyous occasion.

I believe my father, Eddie Green, had faith in the process he chose to progress in life.  Eddie  wrote “A Good Man Is Hard to Find” when he was 17.  This song went on to be recorded by more than 30 artists over time.  People such as,  Marion Harris, in 1918, Wilbur C. Sweatman’s Jazz Orchestra, in 1919,  Bessie Smith, in 1919, Eddie Condon & His Band, in 1927 and Frank Sinatra, in 1947.  Too bad Eddie was not psychic because he sold his song in 1918, however, he was able to take this song out on the road for about two years with a company he called the “Deluxe Players”.

By January of 1920, the St. Louis Argus newspaper was posting “Last Chance To See Eddie Green’s Deluxe Players” because he was on his way to New York.  And he had written another song “Don’t Let No One Man Worry Your Mind”.  He had begun the process of building on that which he wanted to achieve, and by December of 1920 Eddie was in New York in a new burlesque show doing comedy.   Eddie was from a poverty-stricken background and became a comedian.

Eddie’s faith in himself and his process secured him a break into burlesque theater.   Eddie was in Tampa, Florida in 1920 touring with his company when he noticed an advertisement in the Billboard for a comedian.  Eddie had an engraver make him a letterhead with a fancy border and big letters that read “De Luxe Players”. There were 18 players in his company so he listed himself as “Eddie Green, owner-comedian-manager-director-organizer”.   He got the job.  He also got the job because he was truly funny.  According to an article I found in a Philadelphia newspaper in 1923,   “Eddie was the funniest black-skinned comic of them all.”

In December of 1920 “The Billboard” newspaper received a letter from Eddie that they said “was the most unselfish communication that has come to us since the department as been started”.  The letter was to tell other actors about the most convenient place to get a room in New York.  The newspaper editor noted that Eddie writes something other than letters, that he also wrote “A Good Man is Hard To Find,” This information helps me know that the Eddie Green they were talking about was indeed, my father, which helps the building process of the writing of my book about Eddie.  The Editor’s note also stated,  “He has also written himself into a class of regular fellows with the above letter.” This statement shows me what other people thought of Eddie’s character.  So it is probably a good idea to be seen as a regular fellow in life.

Faith, effort and being a regular fellow, that is what helps us get on in this world.  Belief in yourself and belief in that from which you expect help.  I believe if you truly have faith and you are doing the work, expect great things to happen in your life, and when they do, share it, because there are people like me who really need to hear stories of inspiration.

Hello there. The above is a Magic Funnel.  I found the image while searching for ideas for my first post of the new year. I want to include snippets of the book I am writing about my father in my posts and I want to start with his early life, but I have been putting it off because I am missing what I think is relevant and necessary information.  Today, I remembered that my mom told me that Eddie had been a magician before he became a comedian in burlesque, and I also remembered an article I read where Eddie said he had billed himself as, “the Boy Magician”, because he was only nine or ten.  So I began to search on-line for images relating to magic, because I like to put images in my posts.  Hence, the magic funnel.

Unfortunately, it took me so long to decide on an image, my reason for writing this post became clouded, probably because some of the images I found were puzzling,  so I decided to just show you a few of these images that popped up in my search for children’s magic books.

The first book that I saw was Rumpelstiltskin.  I loved Rumpelstiltskin when I was a child, but I didn’t know it was a magic book.  I guess that little guy was just cute.  And I was really glad she had long hair.  I also found some old books of spells, not quite what I had in mind.

Then there was the book about children and the facts of life (well a recording, not a book.)  How to Tell Your Children the Facts of Life.   Magic?  Ok, I have had to give that talk a couple of times to my daughter and my sister.  I know getting a teenager to sit and listen is kind of magical.  And trying to explain how babies are born by telling them a stork brought them is kind of magical, or was in 1950.  HaHa.

But this is the one that caused me to stop looking for images.   I understand why this was an image in the magic category, but for me, realistically, if I leap off of anything, first I want to make sure there is a net.  I’m not a fool.  Why would I leap and expect a net to appear? Yea, that would be magic.  However, in another sense, maybe this is telling me to go ahead and start writing my book.  Stop procrastinating by waiting until I find that one piece of information that is eluding me.  Leap and the net will appear.  Let’s see if I still believe in magic. Do you?

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Hello Everyone.  I love doing research for my book on my father.  Since he was in show business in 1949, the newspaper people kept track of everything he and my mom did.  So I have lots of articles on their “doings”.  For instance, the following is a portion of an article from a California newspaper about their New Year’s Eve party 1949:

USHERED IN STYLE
Father Time stopped the clock at Norma and Eddie Green’s
when celebrities and socialites gathered there New Year’s Eve for one of the most exciting parties of the night. Among those who heralded the “baby ‘ with heaping plates of the ‘Good Luck” menu, were,  Hortense . . , all done up in beautiful black ‘after-five’ dresses; Mabel, who played the piano while Betty . . . .sang “A Little Bird”, with Ethel Gordon, who did her celebrating in a green satin crea- tion trimmed in rich brown fur; Paulette Coleman arrived on the scene wearing a red dress that called for that second look from Tony, and a host of others. Eddie, the genial host, was still greeting New Year rounders as ye ole scribe made her departure.

Ethel Gordon was our family doctor’s wife and Paulette was my mom’s best friend, the people whose last names I left off were folks in the entertainment field.  Articles like this one allow me to imagine those parties that my parents hosted.  The house that we lived in at the time is still there and i can still see the women in their gowns milling around.

After my father died in 1950 those types of parties ended.  What I remember most in the years following his death is that on New Year’s Eve my mom’s Uncle Uly would come over and bring hogshead cheese (ugh!), and his rifle. My siblings were born and my cousins would be there and mom would let us stay up till midnight, when Uncle Uly would shoot off his rifle.  Mom would cook a pig with an apple in its mouth and everyone would sit and eat, and the adults would get drunk. Once I myself became an adult I went out to party on New Years, didn’t even think about cooking and I usually got drunk (Hap……py New Year!).

I don’t get drunk anymore, and I pretty much stay inside on New Year’s Eve, just in case someone shoots off a rifle.  I don’t do New Year’s resolutions because I know I won’t keep them, and I don’t like stress.  The thing I am happy about this year, that I know will carry me through 2015, is that my family, me, my daughter Melony and my grandson Edward, are closer than ever.  We are all speaking to each other, our individual personal lives are happy and we are all healthy.  My siblings, my nieces, nephews, and long-lost cousins and all their family members, are celebrating this year together, in one way or another, and I don’t think I could be any happier with how this year has turned out.

With love for my family, and may everyone out there have a peaceful, prosperous and a Happy New Year.