About Me

5/24/2014
PROLOGUE:  The story about Elnora
By: Carrie Bennett Foxx Ware

ABOUT ME
I am Carrie Bennette Foxx Ware. My husband, now deceased was Richard Lee Ware. I am the mother of two boys. The eldest, now deceased.  Richard Dishon Ware and his brother Gerald DeVaughn Ware were born one year and two months apart.
I am a true child of God. It is sometimes easy for women my age to say they have lived godly lives. At seventy-one people expect you to say: I have done everything out there to do. Now I will live for Christ. That is not my testimony. I was born into a Christian home. Both parents were Christians. I am not perfect but I have always endeavored towards the mark of high calling. I cannot say I have arrived there yet. But, I am striving toward the mark of high calling. I can truthfully say it is the free gift of our Lord that has allowed me to be a witness for him.

There are those who maintain the theory that one can pray all they desire to, but when it comes down to the truth, the world has the upper hand. Not so, reading the Bible daily will place your will in the hands of God’s will. I guarantee His “will” will be done on earth as it is in heaven. Many things I said and did as a child and as an adult, I wish I had not said or done.

I am glad I serve a God that does not force us to behave a certain way. I am glad that religion is not a thing that money can buy. If so, like Peter, Paul and Mary once sang, “If religion was a thing that money could buy, the rich would live and the poor would die” It gives me great privilege to say, my soul anchors in the Lord.
When I started writing the Story of Elnora, it was not for sharing. The story of Elnora is not a religious story. In spite of the fact her mother and father insisted she attend church every Sunday, It was only common practice for people of that generation who wanted a better life to get it by attending church. The story of Elnora gives a glimpse of life for Black folk during the 40’s, 50’s, and early 60’s Many young Blacks do not know what life for Blacks was actually like. I can say that as a matter of fact by the questions I am asked by some of our young visitors at the Birmingham Civil Rights Institute. All of us did not have the same experiences. Some Blacks during that area were people of wealth, some were poor and some were middle class.
The story of Elnora tells a tale about a little ordinary Colored girl whose formative years were formed just before the civil rights movement kicks off. Our lives as a race of people did not abruptly terminate with slavery nor did it abruptly commence in the sixties with the Active Civil Rights Movement. Most of what I have written about Elnora is make believe. However, Elnora is also the actual experiences of my own and other people. Just as Elnora, I too was a nosey little girl. I was often getting myself in trouble due to my inability to control my thoughts and behavior.
I have been told one’s thoughts control everything about you. It controls our physical as well as our spiritual and social well-being. As a man thinketh so is he. You may be as wise as Solomon, but we must not lean to our own understanding. We must study the word of God. For those who don’t believe, (Elnora is not just for believers) there is a God. His way is the way of truth. Read the story of Elnora and share some of your stories with me.

Here you are!,

Yerterday I went to my mailbox. On my way, I  passed a thousand legged worm on my porch.  It was trying to get into my house. I’m sure the worm didn’t know I had placed myself on a self   impose quartine. If the Thousand legged Worm had known, I’m sure he would  not have wanted to come in. I’m tired of staying in isolation.   I value my freedom.

The world is a strange  place to be. Until a cure or  some type of Medicine  to slow down The corovarius epidemic is  discovered,  I will be inside.  This virus Is a killer,  Many Of our young people fell they were  immuned. Now we Know that Is not true. We all have The  abillity to infect each other.  Today my Pastor ( who Is now my Bishop , said: only our Faith will get us through. His sermon was on Faith>fear.)  Of course we are to obey  the  rules of our city, state  and our federal governments.

you feel It Is similar  to the time you were in your parent’s house.   If you said mother, mother, may I go out t o play? She would say, no my child. I’m afraid you will stay.  Of course, we would not.  Today the young people on the beaches beleive themselves invincible.

They are determed to play as long as they want to. Not realizing they are putting themselves in danger as well as others. The thousand legged worm did not Know better. Those Of us who do, let us be considerate  of others.

The Humanoids by Carrie Foxx Ware

 A young genius named Carrie creates a robot for a science fair that has superior human knowledge and decision making abilities with the help of Artificial Intelligence.  She soon learns the dangers of creating such a powerful android friend once her robot FANTASIA learns of her teacher’s plot to have her disassembled. Click on the link above(book cover) to purchase this wonderful journey created by the author Carrie Foxx Ware sure to be enjoyed by the whole family. CLICK ON THE BOOK to purchase at AMAZON!

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The Missing Dad

I miss that dog said mother dog.  All of her puppies missed him too. Sonny, the first puppy to come out said: I’m going to find our Dad. Do any of you want to go with me? BoBo the second puppy said I’ll go with you. Ray Ray, the third puppy out said: I’ll go too.  Sonny  tried to warn them of the danger in the streets. People were driving crazy and dog catchers were on the prowl. They were strays with no collars.  The streets were a dangerous place to be.  Sonny told all the other puppies to stay put and protect their mother.

The three puppies began their journey. They trouted  proudly all around town looking  in every  possible crack and conner. They looked in every junk yard and every train yard in town.  They can sincerely say they looked everywhere they thought their father could be. When the sun went down, sadly they started home. On their way home, Sonny decided to take the short cut.  The tails of Sonny, BoBo and Ray Ray stood straight.  They heard a familiar bark.  FATHER they all shouted gleefully.  They peeped through a crack in the fence and saw their Dad all tied up.  A little boy caught him and tied him up.  Ray Ray said: I knew it! If father could get away, he would.  Sonny said: we are just going to figure a way to help.

When the sun went down and the moon came up, Sonny,  BoBo  &  Ray Ray strolled into the yard and tried to free their Dad.  Their Dad was asleep.  As they started to chew on the rope, their Dad woke up.  Dad said:  boys!, what are you doing here? Sonny said: Dad, we are here to free you and bring you home. Dad said: Don’t do that. I’ve found happiness here. I’m fed everyday. They take me to the Vet.  They deworm me and they promise to take me to dog groomer once a month. Ray Ray started to cry as he ask: What about us? Dad, you don’t love us anymore? Bo Bo and Sonny told their Dad how hard it was for them since he left that morning to find food for the family. Mother missed him too.

When their Dad realized how selfish it would be if he stayed there with the new folk and allowed his  family to suffer,  Dad told his boys to chew on. He was going home.

 

Don’t Forget To Reread!

I am working on something special for my young readers. During the month of February so much is going on. February is the month of Love, Presidents’ Day, Black History Month, Veterans Day, Groundhog Day and the start of Mardi Gras. It is the shortest month in the year, yet packed with so many holidays.

If you have not already ordered your copy of “The Humanoids” by Carrie Foxx Ware, LifeRich Publishing Company, do so today. I have discovered there are many books named “Humanoids”,  however, there is only one LifeRich Publishing Company with an author name Carrie Foxx Ware. I started to include my middle name “Bennette”,  then I discovered there are hundreds of “Bennette’s”.  I assumed I was unique, however, I am afraid I am not. All kinds of new and different things have shone up.

 

Boys and girls, ladies and gentlemen,  always remember me, Carrie Bennette Foxx Ware. Friday night, February 21, 2020, here in Birmingham, Alabama, we were honored with a imposture concert of Micheal Jackson. He sang one of Micheal’s songs Billy Jean. To paraphrase the song, I am not the one. I want all of you to remember ” I am The One” especially who wrote  the sequel to “Fantasia, The Humanoid”  I guarantee less errors. By the way-her name is Fantasia Belle.

Happy Days are Here Again!

After  many, many,  many attempts  to  be on my way  to become  publish, I have finally  arrived.

When I first started writing, a little more than fifty years ago, it was not for publication.  At that time, it was  only for making fun Of fairy tales. After my children were born,  I gave the old fairy- tales a new  twist. I must admit I was wrong. When you have something tried and true, don’t mess with it. This week I became a published author. Hip,hip hurrah! Its time to  pat myself on the back. Children are not so much interested In fairy tales any more, but they are interested in Sci-fi.

When I was a child, we had Super-Man and Bat-Man. Later there were Spider-Man, The Hulk,  Iron-Man  and others. However, there was a problem. Their names all ended with M A N.  Marvel Comic decided to rectify that problem by giving us Wonder-woman, Cat-woman. Super-girl and maybe a few Others. They all still had a problem. They were all Caucasoids.  Marvel Comics decided to create the Black Panther.

Now it Is Time to meet FANTASIA, a black  super herione.   After seeing The Black Panther, I wrote  her. The book Is called “The Humaniods” by Carrie Foxx Ware. You can find “The Humanoids” on Amazon, Barnes and Nobles, Books a Million or wherever books are sold.

 

Who Let The Dogs Out?

A couple or more months ago, my street had more dogs roaming free  than the law allows. They went up and down the street turning over garbage cans.  All of them were young and you could  just say shoo, shoo and they would run away. Of course, you were left   responsible for cleaning up the mess.  As time pass, they grew older and less afraid of people.  Shoo, shoo was not enough to make them leave your garbage alone. One day, I saw one of the dogs attempting to reach my garbage on a special bench my husband built before the accident. I went out on my porch and yelled Shoo, Shoo. The dog looked at me as if to say who are you shooing.  After that incident, I didn’t see them anymore.  Evidently, they were annoying someone else. Possibly, someone called the Humane Society and had most of the dogs picked up.

Before they were born,  I would often leave my garbage on my porch at night and the next morning on my way out I would take it to the garbage bench. That was working  fine me. Since my retirement, I have noticed, it takes a little more time for me to do some of the things I once did quickly.

One day I received a text from a friend saying they had been by my house. This friend had no idea my doorbell had a camera on it. This was not a friend known for truth. I was checking the camera for the truth and discovered two dogs had been on my porch. According to their demeanor,  it appeared they had been there before. They went straight to the conner were I would put the garbage bags. Later I saw one of the dogs and recognized him as one of the dogs on my porch. Of course,  at that time I could only tell the owner his dog was free roaming the street. It had a collar on and appeared to be well fed.  Well fed, collar or not, if one loves his dog, keep him/her  inside the fence.  Someone might accidentally run over him. Then again, some unethical person might kidnap the dog.

Love your dog;  feed your dog, keep him/her inside your fence. When you want to take him/her out,  keep your dog on a leash,  take him/her  regularly to the veterinarian.  If you don’t want to bred your dog, have him/her spaded. This shows you care. Then no one will need to ask,  “Who let the dogs out”?

Do We Still Need Black History?

Do we need a day, week, or  month set aside to study Black History?  Historians see the argument as pro and con. Some say there is a need regardless of what programs are put in place. Others auguramentively disagree. They auguementively believe Black History should be a part of American History Books. All of our outstanding achievements makers should just be integrated into the  fabric of the American History already  in existence.

Looking back over my life I can see how we as a nation have evolved. Just finishing high school is a milestone for many African Americans.  A significant portion of successful career planning for all races is having the skills that are in demand once the training is completed.  There lies the rub. Many high paying jobs often go to the relatives and friends of the employers. More than likely they are White.  It doesn’t matter how prepared the African American might be.  Many Blacks  who can produce significant worth to our nation are not permitted do so because of their skin color.  Many of our inventions have been given to other races. Then, there are those who in spite of their skin color, made it. They too are omitted in the traditional American History Books.

One would think, we as a race of people have contributed little or nothing to the success of our country.  Originally, most of our inventions were not recorded. That is the reason Black History day, week or month is necessary.

Others say, this is true. That is why the history books must change. All children must know we are great contributors.  The world must give due recognition  to all of the United States contributors.

Both sides make a great point.  Black History is needed and our history books need changing.  As a nation, we will continue to be great when all of our citizens are included.  We  (as Blacks)  are great, not just in music, movies and dance.

Do WE Recognize Signs?

I was thinking back when my grand-daughter was three years old and still in kindergarten.  It was my day to pick her up after school. I decided that particular day was a good day to teach her the meaning of the traffic lights.

RED LIGHT, red light, what do you say?

I say stop and stop right away

YELLOW LIGHT yellow light, what do you mean?

I mean wait until the light turns green.

GREEN LIGHT, green light, what do you say?

I say GO, but first look both ways.

RED,YELLOW and GREEN, now I know what the traffic lights mean.

As we were riding along my grand-daughter started noticing other drivers.

With a perfectly air of disgust, she looked at me and said: the people in this city don’t know their signs and colors, Nana! I chuckled at what she said but I recognized there was a bit of truth in what she said.

Just the other day I was looking at the traffic light and thinking, it is a sign telling us when to go and when to stand still.  As Christians, we receive signs by reading the bible. It tells us when to go and when to stand still. Either the drivers don’t know their colors or they don’t recognize their meaning.  As christians , we want to go somewhere,  do something,  or get something and we don’t recognize the signs that God provides for us. The sign maybe GO and go right away. Then again the sign might say WAIT until I give you the green light. Then again the sign may say STOP and wait for a sign from me. Red, yellow and green, read your bible and know what the signs mean.

The Lord may give you a sign in a dream. In some instances the sign may come in a conversation.  The person talking may be unaware that he/she has just answered a prayer. Our physiologist  and our ministers are often helpful in working out our problems. They both ask questions to get to the root of the situation.  In the end, by saying the situation out loud in the presence of someone  else, we solve our own problem. I am not saying we don’t need the physiologist or the minister. We need them because the schools train the physiologist and the Lord trains ministers to ask the right questions. In some situations medications may be needed.  Whatever is needed, if we are in tune with the right signs, we will know when to stay, wait, or when to go.

Thinking Back

Some of us can look back for a far distance. Some of us not so much. I have a long distance of time to ponder over.  My parents would disagree with me. My Mom was 94 when she passed away and my dad was 104.  It doesn’t seem like it, however it has been 76 & 1/2 years for me. I have lived through some turbulent  times.  Then again, I can say I have lived through some happy times.  It’s all in the way you look at it. Some see the glass as half empty and others see the glass half full.

When I was a little girl we sang a song in elementary school call “Fa la la la”. The song says

Some think the world is made for fun and foley, and so do I.  And so do I.

Some think it is wise to be all melancholy. To pine and sigh, to pine and sigh.

But  I , I love to spend my time in singing. Some joyous song, some joyous song.

To set the air with music gayley ringing. it’s far from wrong. It’s far from wrong

Harken, harken, music sounds afar. Harken, harken, music sounds afar. Tra la la la.

Tra la, la , la. Tra la, la, la. Joy is everywhere tra la la la la la la la.

Give away some of your sunshine these cold winter months. Tra la la la. Tra la la la.

Don’t forget to send your stories to me.

WARE700@brighthouse.com or call me @ 205-983-7041

Carrie

Happy New Year!

I have been told that 2020 is going to be a great year!  We certainly  hope foxxtales.net is just what the doctor ordered  to make that happen. There will be more fairy-tales for the younger readers as well as other little tidbits for  older readers.  If you have an interesting  story you would like to share, please email it to me at WARE700@brighthouse.com. It would be a pleasure for us to publish your work.

Until next week, so long

Carrie