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|Kumbaya on the Shore
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|Mittie Imani Dreamweaver
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June 16, 2019 - Cleveland
In a rich man’s world…
I recall a conversation with my father when I was a young woman – a notion that my seven-year old grandson finds hard to believe. “Grandma,
you were a little girl?”
We were driving along the I-90 Shoreway and as we were approaching the shell of a building at the 55th Street dock, I told my father of my vision
for the space. “If I had the money, I would buy that building and convert it to restaurants and shops on the ground floor with a wrap-around deck
overlooking the lake, and I’d put apartments on the upper floors.” My father glanced over at the building just as we passed. “Yep, that’s what I’d
do if I had the money.”
Daddy shook his head and then said in his usual calm, “Mittie, you got big dreams. You should have been born to a rich man.” We both laughed. I
was always touting my big ideas with no dollars to back them up.
My dad was not a rich man. He was a hard-working man who had carved out a humble but good life for his family. Prior to the coal mines closing,
he and my mother owned and operated a little general store in our West Virginia hollow before relocating to Cleveland. It was his only option to the
black-lung life of a miner – which was the plight of all the men of my maternal line.
It was for this reason that my parents had to elope. My mother’s father just could not comprehend how my dad was going to take care her if he
didn’t have a job in the mines. So, he created his own job by establishing a business catering to the families of the miners and loggers. Nothing big,
just a small “mom and pop” shop of useful daily goods. These predecessors to modern day corner convenient stores darted little back-woods towns
all over the country. Not quite your major general store with a capital G, just a little “something, something” in-between your treks to town for the
real deal. It sufficed. They sufficed.
Mama Mia is one of my favorite movies, and Meryl Streep’s rendition of Abba’s “In a Rich Man’s World” one of my favorite performances.
“I work all night, I work all day, to pay the bills I have to pay. Ain’t it sad.
And still there never seems to be a single penny left for me. That’s too bad.
Money, money, money must be funny in a rich man’s world.”
Nearly thirty years after that drive and dream along the shoreline, a rich man came along and did just what I’d said I’d do to that building. It’s
flipped hands three times since, each improving on the original plan – upper level luxury apartments with ground level retail space. They say the
penthouse is quite impressive and was a hot spot for post Cav’s games VIP parties. So, they say. As my son used to say when he was young (yes
little one, your dad was young, too): “don’t know, can’t say, could be!”
So, here I am, an old woman still visualizing the things I would do if I only had the money. Having not been born to a rich man, and having not
marrying one as suggested in the rest of Abba’s song, I just plug along doing the best I can with what I’ve got.
It’s getting there – the realization of the big dream for Kumbaya. In the meantime, stop by to see what a hardworking man’s daughter can do with
just a few dollars and a lot of creativity. Maybe you’ll find something you’d like to buy. Maybe you’ll be inspired to contribute to my funding
campaign. Maybe you’ll share a little time to help me hang signage or move peg boards out of the way! It’s all good in a poor girl’s world.
I look forward to seeing you on the shore!
~ Mittie Imani
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