Willie Lee Morrow passed away aged 82. Willie Lee Morrow, barber who invented the ‘Afro pick’ comb – obituary (msn.com)
That's wild that the Army had to hire an outside consultant to teach its barbers to cut Black dudes' hair.
Horror author Peter Straub is dead. https://www.theguardian.com/books/2022/sep/06/peter-straub-horror-author-death
BBC.co.uk/news I honestly thought she'd outlive all of us. Seems she's been here forever. God save the Queen x
She’s probably the most notable of the notable deaths mentioned on this thread. Condolences to the whole of the realm.
One of those moments you will always be able to remember what you were doing when you heard the news. Like JFK's assassination for my grandparents generation.
Thanks for making me feel old -- I remember exactly where I was when I learned of JFK's assassination. Queen Elizabeth was a remarkable person and an exemplary monarch. Great Britain and the world will be the worse for her loss. May she rest in peace with her devoted husband.
It's amazing how fast news of her passing went around. I learned just a few minutes ago while I was on my phone and ran to my friend in the other room to tell him, and he knew as well. News from around the world went to him faster than I, who was just a few meters away, could deliver. Wow. May she rest in peace.
All the old people had the news on all afternoon at work (I live in the UK), but I was running round work looking for some bin bags when they made the announcement so I missed it. I found out on the bus on the way home.
Need to correct you on one thing there. She wasn't an HRH - she was HM. HRH is the style for princes. God Save the King.
I was napping in my car during my lunch break. Twitter is being its usual shitstorm about it. Me? I say feel whatever it is you feel. Mourn her loss, celebrate her death. Whatever it is, it's valid. I'm not gonna gaslight you into feeling any different.
Doubt they're gonna listen to some filthy Yank from Alabama. They'd go, 'Off you fuck to your trailer, you inbred swamp-boy." xD
Hmm. Things have changed in the good old state of Alabama since I was a tadpole. I've never seen the words "Yank" and "Alabama" used in the same sentence to refer to a single person. "Inbred swamp-boy" is normal, of course. My dad (from Arkansas) got the term "hillbilly" flung at him a lot in the army during WWII.
Oh, I'm the only one who talks like that. Folks down here look down at the Yanks (aka, Snowbirds.) Fun story! Back in 7th grade, a classmate and I were bitching at a teacher about another teacher we didn't like (and that she didn't particularly like either), and the classmate in question said: "She's a Yankee!"
This one was notable for me. Just got home from 3 days and nights back in the old hometown, visiting my suddenly sick kid sister in the hospital, and learning she was far sicker from cancer than she had been letting on, then helping transition her to palliative care, then got hospice to set her up at home, then sat with her and her adult kids and old friends and all -- and my 97-year-old mother -- and watched her take her final breaths. It's so damned hard.
My sympathies -- to you and to your mother. A number of years ago a cousin -- a woman as beautiful on the inside as she was on the outside -- passed away due to an inoperable tumor on her brain. She was on the other side of the country, which precluded my being there, but I was in touch with her parents. It has to be extremely difficult to watch a child you brought into the world pass away before it's your time. That's not the way it's "supposed" to be.
Jean-Luc Godard. I know of him, as a director, but looking through his body of work on IMDB tells me not only have I not seen a single one of his films, I’ve never even heard of any of them.
Looking back, one of the most poignant parts was her dog Kaya, a rescue, who had obviously had a difficult life -- she was skittish around strangers and looked lost with all the strangers in the house. I tried offering her a treat, she tentatively came forward and sniffed it, then backed away. First time I ever had a dog refuse a treat. For a while Kaya rested her head on the foot of the bed; I was told my sister had gone to pick up a different dog, but she and Kaya bonded immediately, and Laurie could not leave the dog there. That was so like my sister, a generous heart and always caring about someone else.
More of my mother's words: On the way back from the "Celebration of Life" following my sister's funeral, I was driving mom back to her apartment. She began talking about the pain of losing someone and trying to remember what mattered and so on, then she stopped. A moment later she said, "I keep trying to use all these fancy words. All I want to say is, 'It hurts like Hell.'" Refreshingly shocking to hear this from a 97-year-old prim and proper lady.
