The Library of Congress, National Archives and Records Administration, National Endowment for the Humanities, National Gallery of Art, National Park Service, Smithsonian Institution and United States Holocaust Memorial Museum join in paying tribute to the generations of women whose commitment to nature and the planet have proved invaluable to society.
Personally, I do not know which will be more exciting. Since August, last year, I have been looking forward to "Captain America movie #CivilWar ... in the meantime; the Republican race to the White House has been an unusual chain of events that not only failed to inform voters of their political platforms; but also turned into fighting among themselves. Candidates are now in a #civil #war against their front runner, Donald Trump. In just the past several days, these articles were published.
"The Jacksons are your average working-class family in Gary, Indiana; but when their father discovers the kids have an extraordinary musical talent they form a band."
I grew up listening to many artists, the Jackson Five was my favorite for they were my age some older and younger; enriched my entertainment, in addition to Soul Train and other programs that lacked racial diversity in the 60s and early 70s.
My favorite Jackson is Jermaine, so much, I named my eldest son after him and Don Cornelius. I have always admired Janet for everything feminine.
My baby boy (Marvin, named after Marvin Gaye and his father's dad Charles) was born in 1992, the same year movie "The Jacksons: An American Dream" premired.
I was born in Dublin (Laurens County), Ga. My mother was a strong community advocate for children, her passion for community outreach is ongoing in my youngest sibling; Coach Chris Johnson, founder of Oconee Community Mentoring Association (OCMA) and my eldest sibling; Apostle Linda Knight, leader at Jordan Redeemer House Of Deliverance. I look forward to attending community festivals this month.
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The host of names the “#” symbol has had over the centuries only just outnumbers the plethora of functions it has fulfilled. From when the Latin for “pound” began being written as “lb” (short for libra) with a line through the top, to the creation of millions of hashtags a day on Twitter, it has had a colourful history.
It was once a humble little character, perching unused on telephone keypads, merely called upon when enraged diallers had to speak to dismissive machines on the other end, and is relegated on most Mac keyboards to only being conjured up by hitting Alt+3. But then the arrival of Twitter saw it being typed, tapped and clicked into prominence – a symbol to lead all symbols. A globally lauded criss-cross of breaking news, campaigns, and digitally-delivered jokes.
Here’s its story.
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