I’m a Girl Trekker from New Jersey. There are so many walking venues in Southern New Jersey. Grenloch Lake Memorial Park is just one of many we will seek out and share our pictures.
Pearl, The Little Light that Shines
“Inspirational book for the young readers, as well as, appealing cross-generational readers.”
Even as we grow older, our memories keep drawing us back to the past. Some memories bring smiles, and some overwhelm us with sadness. Despite some of the sad memories, P. J. “Pearl” Richardson, at age 60, decides to write about both the good and bad memories to illustrate how one does not have to be victim of their past.
In her first book, “Pearl, The Little Light that Shines”, she tells of her various relationships and adventures, and how she allows the light of Jesus to shine through the hurt, pain and disappointments in life. Her light inspires others to gain a positive outlook on their lives. Her stories bridge across all age groups as she begins telling her story at age 10. Each of her stories has a message each age group can learn a little more about living a fulfilling life by rejecting the negative memories.
Visit Pearl J. Richardson’s blog – http://thepearlineoyster.com as she reveals some of the stories behind the stories and the characters.
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In March, I decided to give up my hours reading posts on my personal Facebook page for Lent. I know what most would say, “That is not a sacrifice.” For me it is. I work on manuscripts, blogs and websites in the privacy of my home. Facebook offers me a chance to socialize with the outside world. In bible study, my Pastor taught us about the true meaning of the Lenten season, and how it was not just to give up something to eat, but to really sacrifice something that is pleasurable and replace it with something that is holy or meaningful.
I have many client projects that are keeping me busy, but I wanted to do something for myself that would be dedicated to the Lord and my family. Finances are always an issue and I wanted to focus on bringing a steady sustaining income into the household, not just money from projects as I complete them. So in addition to spending a great deal of my time studying “The Lord’s Prayer” for which I am writing a reflection paper; I also decided to publish a couple of my own manuscripts. Of course the big one is my collaboration with P. J. Richardson on “The String of Pearl” series, but I also had a gem that I collaborated with my young niece, Hadana Trinity Smart. At the time, Hadana was seven years old. She is now eleven and still just as gifted and wise as can be. “Hadana and the Skating Club” will be released in the next couple of weeks. I am putting the finishing touches on it.
I was also blessed to work with a young teenager, a senior in high school, Joy R. Brooks who did a wonderful job designing and illustrating the book cover. I gave her a photo of Hadana and described a scene from the story. What you see is exactly how I described it to her.
I pray that the Lord will bless these two young ladies with a life that will allow them to grow with their gifts.
I pray that you will support us when the book is published and share it with your friends and family. The book is written with young folk from ages 8-10 in mine, but can be enjoyed by all.
“Pearl, The Little Light that Shines” will soon follow.
[Previously Published May 6, 2010 to honor my brother Police Officer Avon Edward Wilson.]
With a lot of sand still in my eyes, I sit to write about my evening with my brother retired police officer Avon Edward Wilson. After 39 years, distinctive years I may add, my brother Eddie, to the delight of my mother, siblings, aunt, uncle and cousins, has come to the end of his police career. During these years I rarely saw my brother with the exception of a family function; Christmas, Thanksgiving, Funerals and an occasional family picnic. On August 3, 2008 I had the honor of having my brother escort me down the isle of my wedding and give me away.
We are two of seven children; five in the first marriage (William Douglas, Avon Edward, me, Eric Owen, and Lisa Ann) and two from my father’s second (January Nicole and Paul Owen). Dougie and Eddie were always called by their middle name. I am really happy that did not carry over to me otherwise I would be Marie. I don’t feel like a Marie. They actually called me ‘Skinny Minnie’ because I was a stick until I reached my thirties.
I always loved my brother Eddie a little more than the others. I think we all have one favorite sibling. He was popular, athletic and kind. I remember in July 1967 when Eddie enlisted in the Air Force, I had just begun work at Bell Telephone as an information operator; now known as directory assistant or just 411. I couldn’t concentrate on my training session because my heart was broken. “My brother is going to war,” I cried when my trainer noticed I was upset. My supervisor not only allowed me to leave early that day, they sent me to the airport in a cab to see my brother off. I remember the happy farewell we gave him as we sent him on his way. You have to understand those times. Vietnam was heating up and a lot of the operator’s sons, brothers, boyfriends, and husbands were also going to war.
The Lord blessed Eddie and our family. Eddie didn’t go to Vietnam, but served his four years in San Antonio, Texas; Libya, North Africa; Topeka, Kansas and finally Fort Worth, Texas. While in the service he finished first in his class in canine training and received honors as a Canine Handler in 1969 and again received honors in Wiesbaden, Germany in 1970. In 1971 Eddie returned home and joined the Philadelphia Police Department.
While reading his dedication from last night’s program, I also learned that over the years he served as Uniform Patrol and Burglary Detail and made a total of 1,500 arrests. In 1987 he was assigned to Reports Control Unit; in 1988 the Police Detention Unit; and finally in 1990 the Mobile Crime Detection Unit now known as the Crime Scene Unit.
In 1984, I remember the call that Eddie had been shot by a sniper while on surveillance. There was another incident while chasing a suspect, he stepped down on his foot and ripped his achilles heel. How blessed he has been to work as hard as he has and come through with only two injuries.
I write this now, because usually you read these accolades in an obituary. I pray that Eddie has many, many healthy years of retirement. Of course, I know that he won’t just sit on the front porch of the home that we were raised, but together we will be writing his books and developing programs.
One of the most incredible gifts that my brother received last night was to find out that his picture is on the cover of “The Encyclopedia of Crime Unit Investigation.” Incredible!
We need role models for our children. How about your family? Don’t wait until sitting at a funeral to get to know your family. Don’t wait until they put together a family reunion to find out about your ancestory. Now that my brother has retired I look to spending many hours of us getting to know each other better. It’s never to late.
After all I am only half way through my journey.
We were always close as children but as adults we grow apart because of his job. It took up his life.
In the far left picture is my family in the 60’s minus my dad who was out golfing. My mom placed one of his trophies on the fireplace behind us so that he was represented in the picture. I am seated in the center to my mom’s right, then my sister Lisa, Avon (Eddie is what I called him.), Doug, and Eric.
In the next picture, I was honored to have my brother walk me down the aisle when I married Willie in August 3, 2008.
Relationships are so important. Especially as we get older. I made it a point to forgive those who hurt me; keep in my life those who really mattered to me and let go those who didn’t value me.