Don’t ask…Look at the calendar page and you will see how blessed I am with projects…But the one that has touched my heart and soul lately is the MEMOIR PROJECT…Yes, that is right  I am working on a writing project with Bathsheba Monk and  she and the project have sent me searching for ME! What a trip that has been. Thank you Bathsheba for making me dig and find all of those MEs..The younger one, the youngest one, the silly one, the stupidly arrogant one…You brought me back there and yanked me forward to now all in one visit. I found ME!! How great was that. I hope this writing of this book helps some…after all that is what it is for.

Why do it???Why not!!WHY NOT!!!!!

One might wonder about the title of my first foray into dialogue through the social media…What is a “protected” child?

Well, let me explain as much as I as can? As a child of my generation …a child of the ‘the greatest generation’ I was protected from the vicious, venomous reaches of racism by two parents who employed the tactics of a military general.

I was an adult on the set of the Norman Lear Television series I starred in called 704 Hauser before I discovered I was protected. The unaired episode was discussing the ways Black parents of the 1940s, 1950s and even 1960s sheltered their children from the indignities of racisms. It hit me on a break that my parents had practiced this and I was never aware of it. Sadly my Father (Fred Godfrey) had passed away from the aftereffects of an abdominal aneurysm months before; however my Mother (Maggie Godfrey) was still alive. I rushed to the phone and posed the question to my sweet ailing, fiery Mother… ”Mom, did you create picnics and events on our trips to protect me from thinking or finding out that I was …no we were not welcome somewhere?” There was a silence and then an uncharacteristic “Uh huh” with a slight break in her voice…Tears immediately came to my eyes, for I know that even then my Mother never wanted me to think I was not allowed to do anything any other child could do. She was still  protecting  me.

Then a rush of memories came to my mind that over those formative years where My Mother and her friends… Black and White had protected me from the harsh stares and whispers.

I will recall one event….  My Mother’s  Jewish friend and customer Rhoda Lipoff of Englewood, New Jersey invited me with her daughter Lisa and Laurie (I think Laurie was home that day) to swim in the building pool downstairs. I remember my Mother’s funny hesitancy to have me participate. I thought ‘Oh, she’s afraid, because I really don’t know how to swim” She needn’t have worried about my swimming safety or my getting my hair wet because I was never going out of the shallow water and never putting my newly pressed hair under water…. 🙂

No …My Mother knew the women in that building, some of these same women being the product of racism at its worse decades before…but there was no desire to have their pool shared with any child that did share their same color unless the child’s parents were celebrities…maybe.

My Mother’s friend assured her fears by saying…”Oh no worries…I am going down with the girls”. I remember the stern looks displayed and then the those same looks vanished as the over powering presence (silently, of course) of Rhoda, made it perfectly clear she was ready to confront each and every one of them and their husbands if a moment of discomfort occurred. I saw it but paid no attention…I never thought it had to do with me…I was truly a product of childhood naiveté.

How I wish today I could hug and kiss both of these ladies for their bravery and love. That is not to be…. for my Mother passed away in 1996 and her friend Rhoda is still alive but is now the victim of Alzheimer’s as her loving family surrounds her; recognizes none of them. My hug and kiss would go unrecognized.

Yes, as I recall these stories I know there are countless more that can be discussed and recorded. SO here is my point…I was protected as a child…now it is my turn to protect…even if it is wanted or not.

My husband, Carl is a Mathematic genius in his own right, but has no patience or very little patience. When he decided to tutor children in our area…I thought…”Oh My”… But he returned home from his first session, he was exuberant, talkative and concerned but not inpatient. His concern was that many or most the children in this lovely program were without fundamentals. You know those things that teach reasoning and deduction in life.  The children did not know their multiplication table. Now as any adults now should be able to tell you, multiplication tables are memorization…but they teach us other things. They teach how to reach solutions, deductions, reasoning etc. Our children are entering our society and are not equipped to deal with the challenges…Why? Many reasons…

Budget cuts, no job incentives given to teachers…but what is our solution…I can type here and type a number of reasons…We need solutions. Let us protect our children as we were protected…ALL our children… All COLORS AND RACES… to rephrase a Beatle tune…

HELP! We need somebody

Please just everybody…HELP!!!

So, I invite a conversation…from those of you on line…teachers, parents, insightful adults…Where do we go from here?

Let us find some solutions

Let us have a conversation….share some of your protection stories…Let us find an answer for the CHILDREN!!!!

Write me on twitter @ #lynniegodfrey

UPDATE:

I have completed my two CDs… my debut CD…LYNNIE GODFREY…DOING IT HER WAY …and my Holiday CD …SPENDING THE HOLIDAYS WITH LYNNIE GODFREY…both are available on this web site for purchase as promised.

I am also starting a theatrical project…a new play…working with a wonderful writer and wonderful creators…Will let you know more as the project get closer to the finishing product. I am due to direct a reading of it NEXT SEASON!!!!

LOOK FOR IT!!!!

The passing of Broadway producer Ashton Springer has prompted me to reflect on his influence on my career as well as the industry in New York City.
His determination to produce theatrical works that featured people of different colors was the impotence that drove me into working theater. One may be enthusiastic about going into the theatre but Ashton Springer made it possible to make a living. Thank you Ashton Springer.
He was brave enough to take a chance on a young girl fresh out of college who did well in his showcase of SHUFFLE ALONG and bring that same naive child to Broadway in the musical revue …EUBIE! and start a career that is still going today…
Thank you Ashton Springer and in the same breath thank you Dr. Chauncey Northern Sr. of Carnegie Hall for nurturing my passion for music and performing from my early teens until my forties…You were an inspiration…
I am involved in the creation of a wonderful program that is being started at Arts Quest/SteelStacks that will honor the artists of Leigh Valley. It is called “Artists Among Us”….What a wonderful idea that was started by the chair of the Committee I serve on Robin Staff. I am also involved in the presentation of a Theatrical reading scheduled to take place at SteelStacks …what another wonderful opportunity to showcase the fabulous talent of the area….
So much talent in one area….

On a sadder note…I want to express my sadness at the passing of the son of Ms. Toni Leslie James (designer)…the senseless killing of our young beautiful men. The same horrible action occurred to the son of my friend Dwight Cooke (director,stage manager )…Senseless and Horrible…My heart and prayers go out to the families who must experience this heartbreak… God Bless

Lynnie Godfrey visited WFMZ to perform selections from her upcoming CD which will launch in January 2014 at the Jazz Showcase in New York City. Area residents can catch a live performance of these selections at her next performance Friday, October 18th @ 7:30PM at the Allentown’s Miller Symphony Hall where she will be headlining their Jazz Cabaret Series.

Click here for more information on the performance.