What I learned from the movie was survival skills. I think of my mother.Rosemary was her name. She left her legacy.She left her children to proclaim her name. She was the black granny, Martha Stewart a woman with no shame. We are her childhood we proclaim her name.The oldest daughter Betty, a civic fighter, an igniter, a cookbook writer in her own right. She didn’t take no stuff. At times she could be rough. Wilhelmina the second daughter.She could see the best in people. The block captain, the porch therapist.She was the neighborhood missionary to the community. She was my spiritual mentor.The communicater, the greatest cake maker . Carolyn was the last. She was the greatest big sister growing up in the past.She was the social administrator. She would say "I know one thing you better wear a tie at the dinner table.She was my life coach.She was my mother sister. When she spoke she made it plain. She didn’t whisper . She spoke with no shame.They were the women in my life I proclaim.I love you.I miss you . Rip .Uncle D.