Google Doodle for today …. Langston Hughes 113th birthday!!


~~February 1, 2015~~ 

Google has marked what would have been the 113th birthday of pioneering African-American jazz poet and social activist, Langston Mercer Hughes with a Doodle on its homepage.

The animated sequence shows a caricature of Hughes at his typewriter as lines from his poem “I Dream a World” appear.


James Mercer Langston Hughes (February 1, 1902 – May 22, 1967) was an American poet, social activist, novelist, playwright, and columnist.

He was one of the earliest innovators of the then-new literary art form called jazz poetry. Hughes is best known as a leader of the Harlem Renaissance. He famously wrote about the period that “the negro was in vogue”, which was later paraphrased as “when Harlem was in vogue”.


~Ancestry and childhood~

Both of Hughes’ paternal great-grandmothers were African-American and both of his paternal great-grandfathers were white slave owners of Kentucky. According to Hughes, one of these men was Sam Clay, a Scottish-American whiskey distiller of Henry County and supposedly a relative of Henry Clay, and the other was Silas Cushenberry a Jewish-American slave trader of Clark County. Hughes’s maternal grandmother Mary Patterson was of African-American, French, English and Native American descent. One of the first women to attend Oberlin College, she first married Lewis Sheridan Leary, also of mixed race. Lewis Sheridan Leary subsequently joined John Brown’s raid on Harper’s Ferry in 1859 and died from his wounds.

In 1869 the widow Mary Patterson Leary married again, into the elite, politically active Langston family. Her second husband was Charles Henry Langston, of African-American, Native American, and Euro-American ancestry. He and his younger brother John Mercer Langston worked for the abolitionist cause and helped lead the Ohio Anti-Slavery Society in 1858. Charles Langston later moved to Kansas, where he was active as an educator and activist for voting and rights for African Americans. Charles and Mary’s daughter Caroline was the mother of Langston Hughes.



On May 22, 1967, Hughes died from complications after abdominal surgery, related to prostate cancer, at the age of 65. His ashes are interred beneath a floor medallion in the middle of the foyer in the Schomburg Center for Research in Black Culture in Harlem. It is the entrance to an auditorium named for him. The design on the floor is an African cosmogram entitled Rivers.

The title is taken from his poem “The Negro Speaks of Rivers“. Within the center of the cosmogram is the line: “My soul has grown deep like the rivers“.

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~Langston Hughes’ 113th Birthday~

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~Published on Jan 31, 2015~

Langston Hughes’ 113th Birthday,Google Doodle



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We ALL are ONE!! 

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To start the day …. “Solemnly Remembering”!!


~~September 11, 2014~~ 

The words of a very dear friend ring so true today, 13 years ago ….


“A terrible, horrible day. Remembering those who lost someone that day. And we indeed lost a lot in America that day, each and everyone of us. I find it so horrible that this world is still a hate filled place where war will forever be, sadly ….

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Remembering that day as if yesterday ….
Freedoms, privacy, safeness are now held at a distant bay ….

America was changed forever ….
For men of terror proved to be far more clever ….

For they not only wanted to kill ….
But … a change of our life was a major part of the deal ….

May we remember the people who died ….
As we hold the ones have long since cried ….

No matter what “God” you may pray to ….
Know that he or she would never want murder to be the thing to do ….

And know this ….. this thing called human race ….
A thing was there that day called the “devil’s” …. face …. “

~~Leigh Shannon~~



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~~Ode to Joy~~

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~~Published on May 27, 2013~~

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Ode to Joy” is an ode written in the summer of 1785 by German poet, playwright and historian Friedrich Schiller and published the following year in Thalia. A slightly revised version appeared in 1808, changing two lines of the first and omitting the last stanza.

Schiller was enthusiastically celebrating the brotherhood and unity of all mankind, later made some small revisions to the poem when it was republished in 1803, and it was this latter version that forms the basis for Beethoven’s famous setting.

It is best known for its use by Ludwig van Beethoven in the final movement of his Ninth Symphony.


From the flames we will rise together.

They will know our names!


We ALL are ONE!!