My Entry into Broadcast Media Sales

The year was 1989 and I had been working as a Local Sales Assistant for the past 3 1/2 years at what was then WTNH Action News 8 Television in New Haven, CT.

I was relieved when I originally landed this support position because although I had my B.S. degree in Media Studies from Sacred Heart University in Fairfield, CT, it took a long time back then even for a college graduate to land a decent job in the media industry.

These were, what I was to find out much much later, the glory days of television.  Al Terzi, Janet Peckingpaugh and Mike Bogoslawski were the Local News Anchors at the time.  And there were only 3 networks back then (ABC, CBS and NBC) so our ABC local network affiliate’s share of pie was huge and money was flowing!

Once again, I originally took this support position because I could see how hard it was to break into “the business” so I figured if I was around those that did what I aspired to do, it would be much easier.  Boy was I wrong!  Because back in the day I wanted to be the host of my own Community Affairs program.  So I worked all day long as a Local Sales Assistant for 6 to 8 sellers and 3 sales managers; at least 2 to 3 nights a week,  I hung around and shadowed the Community Affairs Director.  To my delight, a Host position finally came up for the new Community Affairs program and it was immediately given to one of the TV News Reporters – not only was I not even considered, I wasn’t even on the list!

 

Sales Assistant by day…

 

Then along came a BIG surprise.  The Sally Jessy Raphael Show (a national program!) moved into our New Haven studios to tape their daily 10am show.  My world had now changed for the better.  I was able to sneak downstairs to check out famous people practically every week for the next 2 years.  It was a huge occupational perk and a big reason for me to stick around.  I met then President Jimmy Carter and his wife Roslyn, Suzanne Somers from Three’s Company, the infamous Donna Rice, Marlo Thomas from That Girl and her hubby Phil Donahue from the Phil Donahue Show just to name a few.  When The Sally Show moved on to New York, it was time for me to go as well.

I had decided to pursue broadcast media sales.  So on my final week the local sales team and local sales managers, whom I loved working for, presented me with a leather briefcase and ordered me to fill it up with lots of orders!  I had previously met with a few of the Local Account Executives on my own time and basically questioned them on what to expect in the world of broadcast media sales.  They were super helpful but to be honest, selling is something you truly learn by doing.  You either have it, or you don’t.  It’s not like anything I’ve ever done in my life and I still enjoy it, even in this day and age…

When I left Action News 8 I was making a paltry $19,500 a year (this is after a $3,000 raise!) which was enough to pay the rent on my super cute but tiny studio apartment in the East Rock neighborhood of New Haven, but not enough to buy or own a car.  And this was with waitressing on the weekends at Friendly’s Ice Cream in Hamden, CT.   Here I was working 2 jobs and moonlighting on Monday evenings as a Community Volunteer Radio Announcer for WYBC 94.3FM in New Haven.  Lovers Corner with Lajeune was the name of my show –  the best in R & B love songs.  A true labor of love (smile).

 

My moonlighting gig – here with the other  WYBC 94.3FM On-Air Personalities – I’m in the front row wearing a black tee

My first broadcast sales job was at WEBE 108FM in Bridgeport, CT.   Lucky for me my oldest sister Dana had bought herself a new car so she gifted me with her older AMC Gremlin to commute back and forth with everyday from New Haven to Bridgeport.  My selling territory was Fairfield and New Haven counties so I would be spending lots of time on the road.  The Gremlin wasn’t perfect but through God’s Grace and the proximity of Firestone Tire Centers, it held its own (smile).

 

My AMC Gremlin – it  actually looked just like this except it was beige

 

At the time I was hired, there were 2 radio stations in the same building and on the same floor:  WEBE 108FM and WICC 600AM.  I was hired by WEBE so I was literally selling against the account executives at WICC, who sat right around the corner from me.  It was a strange feeling for sure.  After I completed my first year of  selling, the radio station became a “Combo” which meant they would not need as many of us in sales so they trimmed the sales teams back to 9 sellers from a combined total of 15.  I just knew I was a goner because I was still green and still cutting my teeth but they said I was staying because they loved my sunny and positive ‘Can Do’ attitude (smile).

Here is the picture of me that was taken for  the newsletter the radio station sent out to Fairfield County residents to welcome the newly combined WEBE and WICC Radio stations:

 

Circa 1990

i loved selling WEBE and WICC radio stations not just because I was learning a ton working with a seasoned sales team but also because the company provided us with a comprehensive radio sales training program and plenty of  radio industry resources to back it up.  But to be honest, I had entered year 2 and was still not making any money.  I worked on 100% commission against draw but since I had no list, I basically had to constantly cold call for appointments and then start from scratch when I landed a new account.  Since I was mostly working on promotional accounts which require lots of moving parts, it was exhausting…

 

One of my many promotional accounts – the grand opening of Mobil Gas station in Stratford

Then, as luck would have it, I received a phone call from the Local Sales Manager at WNHC 1340AM, the Rhythm of the City.  WNHC was an R & B (no Rap!) radio station based in New Haven, CT so I figured I had nothing to lose.  During our interview, the Local Sales Manager basically painted the right picture for me  – yes, you are leaving a 50,000 Watt FM radio station in wealthy Fairfield County for a 1000 Watt AM radio station in New Haven, but with us, the sky is the limit.  When I told my Local Sales Manager I was leaving them for WNHC in New Haven, not only did she think I was crazy but so did the majority of the team (LOL!)

It’s no secret that I enjoy a challenge and what I saw in front of me was opportunity for growth and a new, close-knit work family that I could really get behind.  Consequently, in my 5 1/2 years at WNHC,  I more than excelled.  I moved up from Account Executive to  Local Sales Manager to finally  National Sales Manager.  I also enjoyed meeting tons of famous people at free concerts and plays –  mostly singers and performers.  I ran my own on-air African-American Book Review once a week with my partner Lamonda (L & L Book Review) and was constantly chosen to serve on numerous committees, judge area fashion shows, speak to the New Haven youth at public schools about careers in media sales, etc.

One of my most memorable interviews on the L & L On-Air Book Review was the one with the legendary Michael Baisden. He was building his career back in the day and I could see easily why he is as famous as he is today – he’s a hoot!

 

When WNHC Radio went bankrupt (that will be covered in another blog) I decided to pursue the print world.  I traveled back and forth to Bridgeport, CT to work for Umoja News, a monthly urban start-up newspaper that covered events that I felt passionate about.  The founder and I worked closely together.  She handled the day to day operations and I ran the sales department.  I wrote a sales training manual, hired 3 local sellers and handled regional accounts.  I stayed a little less than 2 years because I could not get into the pace, i.e., working like a madwoman for a little under a week every month to meet those crazy deadlines and then spending the remaining 3 weeks of the month calling on new business.  I found it cumbersome.

 

My short stint working in print media as an Advertising Sales Manager

 

In my next blog post I will talk about my journey back to broadcast radio sales this time with the know-how, negotiating skills and lots of multi-media experience.

 

Stay tuned!

TVFL

“Southern Girl”

 

In July I met up with my niece and twin nephews (all siblings) in San Antonio, Texas for the sole purpose of family bonding and fun in the sun: SAT, A surprise to me!

 

And now here it is August and I just returned from a 5 day 4 night mini vacay to Myrtle Beach, South Carolina or “MB” as it is affectionately known (smile).

Me and my boo decided to try something new this time around in regards to our aircraft – we flew Avelo Airlines out of Tweed Airport in New Haven (a first for both of us) and we booked our stay not at a hotel resort but rather at an Airbnb. My girlfriend Sharon’s son Brandon owns a 1 bedroom condominium on the beach in MB called Rosey Retreat so that is where we stayed.    

 

It felt different staying at an Airbnb condominium as opposed to a hotel resort because we missed out on the daily maid service, the convenience of a hotel restaurant and the front desk information gathering station.


Cozy albeit quirky rose interior

 

But what it lacked in hotel amenities it more than made up for as it had the perfect view from our balcony to the beach, the cozy, albeit quirky rose interior and beachy touches inside the unit such as beach chairs and a beach umbrella complete with a sand anchor.

 

Can’t beat this view!

 

Our morning view to Paradise

 

We spent the majority of our vacay mornings and afternoons enjoying the surf and sun at the beach (did I mention that the temps averaged 85 degrees Fahrenheit all 5 days!) and almost pinched ourselves for picking the right week of the month to travel.

I think this is when I lost my Fitbit!

 

Since we left on a Sunday of the last week in August, most people with children were already in full ‘Back to School’ mode so the beach felt somewhat secluded and a little private.

It feels so good to be on the beach when its not wall to wall people…

 

Our condominium had a galley kitchen with pots and pans and stuff so we went shopping for food, snacks and adult beverages at the Piggly Wiggly (smile).

 

Love that name!

 

And afterwards we had breakfast at Shoney’s – I remember this restaurant from a couple of Summers I spent in Fayetteville, North Carolina with my big sister Dana. I was 15 years old at the time and Dana was 23. She was serving in the Air Force and had recently purchased her own home and it was ‘my turn’ to spend the Summer with her.  Dana took me to Shoney’s as they were legendary back then for their huge Southern breakfasts. However, on the day me and my boo went, the managers were cooking (never a good sign) as they were short on wait staff so the food and service were not quite what I expected.

 

Shoney Bear


The breakfast was just okay…

 

Speaking of food, the best meal in MB that week bar none was the Jamaican take-out restaurant we discovered after leaving the Piggly Wiggly. It was across the street from Piggly Wiggly and to their left. We both luvvvv Jamaican food so we ordered 3 plates to go – 2 plates of Oxtails with rice and peas and cabbage and 1 plate of Jerk Chicken with peas and rice and cabbage.

 

3 plates to go please!

 

I inhaled my oxtails, peas and rice and cabbage poolside back at the crib

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We had a lively conversation with the owner and his wife around the U.S. dominance in track and field at the most recent Paris Olympics which was precipitated by Usain Bolt’s picture on the wall… 😜

 

Usain Bolt

As for lunch and dinner ‘dine-in restaurants,’ we surfed online and found at least 3 or 4 that were decent and within walking distance. We did not rent a car – in all honesty South Myrtle Beach is easy to navigate on foot as everything is relatively close by.  The Uber ride from the Myrtle Beach airport to our condominium took just 15 minutes!

 

The first restaurant where we ate was recommended by a hotel concierge named Will whom we met on the street – he said it was popular with tourists so he knew we would like it. Will was not wrong (smile). It was named River City Cafe. I had a delish veggie burger with cheese and a side salad. Before our meal came we were served salty roasted shelled peanuts in a cup and afterwards we got to throw the shells on the wooden floor😀. It took me back to my days growing up in Groton, Connecticut when we ate at The Ground Round 😀.

 

The license plated wall of the River City Cafe
Delish veggie cheese burger with a side salad

Cool ice water with salty roasted shelled peanuts and yes, we gladly threw the empty shells on the floor (smile).

 

For dinner that night (really apps since I was still full from lunch!) we chose RipTyde Rooftop Bar because it overlooked the beach and it had a cool indoor/outdoor vibe. I had a delish Frozen Mango Margarita Mocktail that froze my brain every time I took a sip (smile). There was live music playing and from our seats, we could watch the hotel guests enjoying a game of Corn Hole on the beach.

 

 

We had the best view from RipTyde indoor outdoor restaurant

The following night we headed back to the Myrtle Beach boardwalk to check out Pier 14 Restaurant but while walking on the boardwalk we met a friendly middle -aged couple from Washington state who had just arrived in town to attend NASCAR.  We exchanged our respective life stories and went on our way 😉.

 

The beautiful and well-lit Myrtle Beach 1.2 mile long boardwalk

We ate that night at Pier 14 which was known for their seafood and specialty drinks. It was late for dining (9pm) so I ordered something light – Poke Tuna and it hit the spot ☺️

 

Pier 14 Restaurant

 

From there we went to The Arcades (old school gaming) which really took me back in time…

 

The following evening (after once again spending all day on the beach) we dined at LandShark Bar and Grill where I had a Caribbean Chicken salad before people watching along the Boardwalk.

Perfect photo op inside Landmark Shark Bar and Grill retail store

 

And we couldn’t leave MB before riding on the SkyWheel – it was truly a stress free ride – more observational than anything else – as we checked out the city lights and carnival rides.

 

Could not miss the SkyWheel on any given day, it was literally always in our sight

Entering the Sky Wheel to buy our tickets

Felt no stress whatsoever on this wheel 😜the ride lasted about 14 fun-filled minutes.

Our 5th and final day was spent in our condominium- eating, packing and admiring the view from our balcony…

 

The view from our balcony was impressive

So long MB 😘

For those of you who are wondering why we did not golf, well we figured that just gives us another reason to head back 😜 ⛳️

 

Sincerely,

 

 

TVFL

 

 

 

 

Frog Eyed and Bushy Tailed

I was raised in the small town of Groton, Connecticut (population around 40,000). I graduated from Mary Morrison Elementary School, Robert E. Fitch Jr. High School and Robert E. Fitch Sr. High School.   And, as is the case of most small towns, the “legal age” residents (like myself back then) were usually looking for something fun and/or exciting to do post graduation.

 

I was in luck that year.  It was 1980 and the nightclub scene in Groton and the surrounding towns and cities was lit!   Again this is wayyyyyyy back in the day so Disco music was very popular.   And the dance scene was all the rage.  Saturday Night Fever had already shown at the movies so everyone was looking to out-do John Travolta and his partner on the dance floor (smile).  I personally liked Disco Music because it was fast paced with heavy bass and lots of beats.   Disco dance tunes also seem to go on forever when dancing.

 

 

I so vividly remember this time in my life.  Going to nightclubs at 18 (which, incidentally, was the drinking age back then) and having plenty of options to choose from.  It was a different time, for instance I was able to survive on very little sleep (smile).   So starting the Summer before I left for college, I would ‘club’ 4 or 5 nights a week and still manage to get up in time to work not one, but two jobs – as a full-time Drive-Through-Window Cashier at Wendy’s Hamburgers in Groton and as a part-time Cashier at a small grocery store directly up the street from Wendy’s.

 

I recall on weekdays diligently packing my large overnight bag with my Wendy’s uniform, my grocery store tunic and Levi jeans, and my nightclub gear.  I had a long day ahead of me so preparation was key (smile).  After getting off from the grocery store, I would excuse myself and go to the ladies room in the rear of the store to wash off and get dressed for the evening.  My bff Connie would then pick me up If I was not driving my mother’s blue Mustang (smile).

 

And grabbing food on the go was a cinch as I truly had a cast-iron stomach.  I would inhale Wendy’s French fries dipped in tartar sauce for breakfast and wash it down with a delicious chocolate Fribble.  Lunch would sometimes consist of a Wendy’s Crispy Fried Chicken with Cheese Sandwich and a Dr. Pepper.  Dinner could be a Junior Whopper with cheese and fries courtesy of Burger King.  Healthy eating was not a factor in my life then.   And “clean eating” to me consisted of washing my hands before and after I ate and wiping the corners of my mouth while eating a messy burger (smile).

 

 

Rhana Pippins, located in a shopping center called Lighthouse Square in Groton,  was the premier Disco nightclub as well as ya girl’s personal fav.   There were other nightclubs in town but everybody went to Rhana Pippins on Wednesday nights and I mean everybody!  As it turned out, the ambience was key – it was beautiful inside with gargantuan frogs which served as the motif and doubled as speakers.  Also Wednesday nights was the traditional Ladies Night and word had spread quickly throughout Connecticut about free admission for the ladies, the Chippendale male strippers, the cheap drinks and the hunky men who arrived afterwards…

 

The iconic matches – perfect for getting those 7 digits (smile).

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Saturday nights at Rhana’s Pippins were also Fire!  There was a different vibe on Saturday nights though, people came dressed to impress.  Saturday Night Fever had revolutionized the nightclub scene so it wasn’t uncommon to see men dressed in open collared shirts and designer threads.  It also wasn’t uncommon to be entertained with an upscale fashion show and/or other nightclub event.  I found the crowd older and more sophisticated on Saturday nights and therefore preferred the Wednesday night crowd (smile).

 

This Hottie, who just so happens to be my brother Michael, was def a crowd pleaser back in the day…

 

Fun fact:  Rhana Pippins means frogs in Latin.  I often wondered why the dance floor was surrounded by gargantuan frogs that doubled as speakers.  I also uncovered this tidbit:   West Hartford, Connecticut’s own native Suzanne Langlois designed the interior of the nightclub.  Very Cool…

 

 

Anyway on Wednesday nights at Rhana Pippins, me and my BFF Connie, fresh out of high school and feeling ourselves, were quite literally the first females to break out with dressy shorts, nice blouses and low heels.   At first the other females were looking at us like we were crazy for wearing shorts at night (dressy or not!) and then suddenly everybody was doing it (smile).   We also couldn’t forget our sunglasses.  Sunglasses at night.  It made us look cool, dark and mysterious (smile).

 

 

Connie and I were at the age where we didn’t think we were cute, we knew we were cute (LOL!) and we went to Rhana Pippins on Wednesday Nights not because the Chippendale dancers were there but because of the free admission, cheap drinks and hunky men who came in later.

 

 

My drink of choice back then was at first Seagrams 7 & 7 and then Alabama Slammers or better known as a “Southern Slammers.”   By the time I was in my early 20s,  I had graduated to Long Island Iced Teas (you can’t go wrong with 7 different liquors – LOL!).

 

Alabama Slammer

 

As soon as the Chippendale dancers begin to come out on the dance floor me and my BFF Connie quickly headed to the rear of the nightclub close to the large bar, sipping our drinks on the bar stools and watching the comedy parade unfold.  The “30+ something” married women were always one of the largest demographics on Wednesday nights and seemed to also be the most aggressive, waving their dollar bills in the air and gyrating their hips like they just don’t care (smile).   The former was so the Chippendale dancers would come over to give them big kisses and more…

 

Connie and I weren’t paying them any mind, we were doing our own thing,  chit chatting, snapping our fingers to the music and slowly sipping our drinks until the “real men” arrived.   By this time we were thoroughly liquored up and ready to partaaay!!!   We were young and cute and therefore always asked to dance.  Once out on the dance floor we gravitated towards the middle where the huge mirror ball hung with its sparkling multi-colored lights and lost ourselves in the music…

 

Must be the music (smile)

 

At 2am, Rhana Pippins shut down for the night but Connie and I were not ready to go home.  IHOP in Groton was the place to be after all the nightclubs closed.   And around that time we were famished so we ordered large breakfast food (pancakes and sausage and coffee or eggs, bacon, toast and coffee) and talked throughout the night with our respective dates.

 

 

I would get home just in time to get in 2 hours of sleep before the alarm clock went off then I would shower, dress and start my day all over again.  Frog eyed and Bushy Tailed (smile).

 

P.S.  Rhana Pippins was my number one nightclub choice back then but there are some notable mentions:  The Love Boat, Christopher’s and Atlantis in Misquamicut, Rhode Island just to name a few.   However, they still didn’t compare in my eyes to Rhana Pippins which to me had it all: ambience, music, fashion shows, dance-offs, a variety of specialty drinks and lots of eye candy (smile).

 

And incidentally, Sundays were for Church (service) and Mondays were our ‘official rest days’ (smile).

 

Sincerely,

 

TVFL

 

My Current Situation Part IV

The season of Fall happened about 3 weeks ago in the state of Connecticut and with it comes decreasing temperatures, lots of fallen leaves on the ground, dark skies and squirrels running amok.   Soon I will be packing up my golf clubs in advance of the next season:  Winter.  But for now I am still managing to hit golf balls despite the broken twigs, crispy leaves and tree debris.

 

 

 

Fall for me also means it’s time to head back to the kitchen.  Anyone who knows me knows cooking is not my thing but I do enjoy cooking when Autumn arrives…

 

 

We have also finally entered Phase 3 in the state of Connecticut which means that restaurants can serve folks indoors at 75% instead of 50%  capacity…

 

 

personal services, hair salons, barber shops and nail salons can also operate at 75% percent capacity, indoor performing art venues at 50% capacity, and churches and other places of worship can have 50% capacity, capped at 200 people.  All, of course, with masks and social distancing…

 

 

Working hybrid continues for me and my colleagues on the News 8 sales team.  What this means is we are split into 2 teams and half the team works from the office on one day and the other half of the team works from the office on the following day.  The managers all go into the office each and every day.  It has been like this since mid-March 2020 when Covid 19 totally rocked our world.

 

 

The Presidential election is quite literally right around the corner so I encourage everyone to exercise their right to vote.   It’s more critical now more than ever…

 

 

Sincerely,

 

 

TVFL

A letter to my big sister Dana…

My big sister Dana passed away from stage 4 lung cancer on November 9th 2019.   She was 65 years old.  It was a shock to anyone who really knew Dana as she was truly larger than life.   Ironically Dana never smoked a cigarette a day in her life…

And as what usually happens after we lose a loved one, we often think about what we would say to them if we even had just 1 more day…The following is what I would say…I purposely chose to express myself in the form of a letter though as Dana was instrumental in encouraging all of her siblings to make good use of the written word – whether it was by writing letters to her when she was stationed at Pope Air Force Base wayyyy back in the day, sending heartfelt thank you cards to family members for birthday or holiday gifts received, or writing witty post cards from their own travel adventures.   Here I go…

 

Dear Dana,

I truly believe that you are the strongest woman I have ever known in the 57 years I have been on this earth.  I distinctly remember watching you (when I was a just a little girl) navigate your way through life.  You had 6 brothers and sisters all younger than you, yet you somehow managed to do a remarkable job babysitting us while still figuring out what you had to do to manage your own up and coming existence.  You were exactly 8 years older than me but it may as well had been a lifetime for all that you seemed to possess in the way of knowledge and from what very little I knew…

At night I would lay on the top bunk of my twin bed (which I shared with our sister Elena) and marvel at the “bedtime stories” you shared with us.  I hung onto your every word although I honestly did not “get” what you were saying (smile).

You were a remarkable storyteller, taking Elena and I from the craziness of your junior high and high school worlds in Groton, CT to the mysteries of wide world events.  I must admit, the wide world events you told us about really scared the heck out of me (why would anyone want to bomb anyone?!?) I would think, finding it hard to go to sleep.

Dana I also remember when you left our home at the tender age of 18 (with your red Samsonite luggage in tow) to make your way out into the world.  You chose to enroll in the United States Air Force.  I was all of 10 then and admired your decisiveness and bravery.  You made a promise to all of us that once you got yourself settled and bought your first home, you would come back each Summer (to Groton, Connecticut from Fayettville, North Carolina) and pick one of us up to spend the entire Summer with you.  I would have been 16 but I ended up being 15 when it was my turn to go (something came up for Elena that Summer so she could not take her turn).  I was never so excited that year as I had not experienced much in the way of travel.   As you very well know, Growing up Hollis (family of 9) we would (in our two-toned station wagon) regularly visit our cousins in Newport RI, and sometimes visit our paternal Grandfather in Niagara Falls, NY, and/or our paternal Grandmother in Newark, NJ.   That was the extent of our travel so Fayettville, North Carolina was a real treat and a completely different way of life which I’m still thanking you for.   I learned a lot those two summers down South and grew in so many ways.

By the time you completed your stint in the Air Force and moved back to Connecticut,  you were now married to former Air Force Sargent Clifford Babb and had 2 young children – Keedah and Ahmad.  This was my first real experience at being an Aunt so while you were busy working full-time on the 3rd Shift at Electric Boat in Groton, CT, taking courses part-time at UNH in West Haven (Groton campus) and being a full-time wife and mother, I would help you out where I could in the babysitting department.  I was in high school then so I too had an inordinate amount of energy (smile).

After your employment at Electric Boat ended, you relocated to Baltimore, MD where you worked for a number of good companies:  PharmaKinetics, KPMG Peat Marwick and finally Enron (before the collapse) where you would travel back and forth to Enron’s headquarters in Houston, Texas living out your dreams.

I had graduated from college at this point so me, our late mother Jean, our sister Casandra, my girlfriends Sherry and Thais, their mother Yvonne and my girlfriend Gina would “shoot” up and down the highway from Connecticut to Maryland in the Summers to enjoy long weekends with you and the family which mostly included a Crab Feast to Nowhere Baltimore Crab Feast!

We got to know downtown Baltimore very well because of you Dana and really enjoyed our time in that part of the country (smile).

Dana,  you had a sixth sense and were way ahead of your time as I distinctly remember you talking to us about how you had to get out of Enron years after you started as you feared something terrible was about to happen.  Being the big- hearted person you were, you tried real hard to convince your co-workers to leave with you but no one took you seriously…

Being the go-getter that you were, you quickly obtained new employment out of state as an Independent Contractor with New Jersey Transit Authority.  It was here where you worked your way up to  Project Manager and spent the next 17 years honing a lifetime of skills and finally performing the gratifiying and rewarding work you were made for.

Dana, you lived in a beautiful apartment home in Newark, NJ the first half of your career so me and the family were also able to witness the true gentifrication of the City of Newark.  We had visited Newark long ago when we were children so we  were all completely surprised by the ‘new’ Newark (smile).

You then purchased a large home in Hillside, NJ so that your daughter and 4 grandchildren (whom two you now had custody of) would all live in one place and belong to a better school system.

Dana, your life was extraordinarily busy in New Jersey as now you were working full time at New Jersey Transit Authority; regularly taking Continuing Education courses in your industry in various states; raising your 4 grandchildren; working on Concrete Roses and Boys to Men: the Summer programs for At Risk Teenagers you both founded and directed; volunteering at your AME Church; doing travel consulting on the side with Cruise Planners – The Yellow Brick Road; etc., so we were only able to get together with you and your family maybe 3 or 4 times a year (at combined birthdays and holidays).   We made the best of what family time we had together though didn’t we:  often sharing pictures from our own individual adventures or telling stories about shared family history over meals.

Dana I must say I’ll never forget the weekend of July 4th 2018 as God called and directed me to have a family barbeque at me and James’s house in Connecticut where we were to celebrate all of the Summer birthdays for the months of June, July and August (as well as Father’s Day).  Your birthday was on June 19th so you were included in this joint celebration.   I remember you sending Amazon box after Amazon box to our house well in advance of the date just to make sure you did not forget anyone.   You had such a big heart and truly took the time out to pick out gifts that the person would never look to return (smile).  Everything, and I mean everything fell into place on that fateful day…

 

Dana enjoying some of her own birthday gifts while brother Michael looked on

 

Dana and the family enjoying the barbecue and Summer birthday festivities

I did not of course know that you would be gone the following year but I did notice that you seemed awfully tired that day and not your normal energetic self…

What happened to you between October 2018 and October 2019 was a flurry of emergency room visits, hospital stays, surgeries, rehabilitation visits, at-home care, chemo treatments and such.  Me, my brother Michael, my sister Casandra and our Dad Jonie B., would visit you in New Jersey as often as we could and once there, try and make it the best day it could possibly be.

 

Here is one of our earlier visits with you when you were in the Rehab Center of the VA Medical Center in Lyons, New Jersey

We also supplemented those in-person visits to New Jersey over all of those months with weekly family calls so that we could all stay connected.  You’ll be happy to hear that we decided those family calls should not go away but continue, as they truly help us all cope.

Dana I love you and want you to know that I truly believe you are in a much better place where there is no more anguish and no more pain, just lots of joy and, not to mention, family reunions.

P.S.  Here is your obituary – it was truly a labor of love that me, your daughter Keedah, our sister Casandra and your granddaughter Rashidah all collaborated on – please cut, copy and paste onto your browser to enjoy:

https://www.honoryou.com/programs/PDF/191123do.pdf

You’ll also be equally happy to hear that your brother Michael delivered your Eulogy on Saturday,  November 23rd to a packed house with a not a dry eye in sight!

 

Brother Michael delivering Dana’s eulogy to a packed house

 

Love your baby sister Lajeune