1/27/2024 0 Comments Lost soul aside logo![]() Today – 20 years after her death and nearly 40 years after she even discovered her own talent, 18 pieces from our collection of Ana Bel Lee Washington oil paintings currently hang in the SCAD Museum of Art in Savannah. My new artist friend Ana Bel Lee Washington whom Jonee’ and I had met in 1988 became my much-needed girlfriend, confidante and lunch buddy. Ann Hodnett, a former friend and employer, noticed when I lost weight and lent me money with the admonition, “Eat!” Buck Glouchester Buchanan, who died recently at 103, was a brilliant historian, horticulturist and neighbor who made sure my house, garden and heat ran well. By then, the Geechee-Gullah people of the islands, the folks on the mainland and the arriving “come heres” like me had gotten to love us. So in 1989, Jonee’ and I produced the festival.įive years of my little group of 10, 11 and 12-year-old local Black girls hanging out at the beach reading and discussing “The Color Purple” with me and just treating everyone to an ice cream cone at the pier. We complained when the storied grassroots “Georgia Sea Island Festival,” where folks from all over the country had enjoyed local food, music, crafts, history and culture of the coast for the previous 11 years didn’t happen in 1988. These “untrained” Biblical scholars opened my Catholic school-trained eyes to true walking, talking, leaving the church service to go settle an argument with a neighbor, kind of Christianity.įive years of us showing up when we said we would. Of me serving coffee, orange juice and biscuits to the local Black women at Mary House after Bible sharing. Simons Island had had five years of getting to know us. Two months after Jonèe left for Los Angeles, my kitty Zora and I celebrated alone when the first copies of “Baby of the Family” arrived hot off the presses. I was expected to keep the home fires burning for a year (Good thing I did not know then that Jonee’ would accept a coveted second-year invitation).Īnd I was committed to the plan to go on a book tour without a regular job and without my partner who was off in Hollywood making movies. ![]() I felt I returned the favor as one artist to another when in September of 1989, I gritted my teeth and waved sweetly as he boarded a plane for Los Angeles and the longtime dream of attending the American Film Institute.
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