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Willy Jump & Amy Ashworth [1924 – 2017] – PFLAG Moms from Nederland

NYC Gay Pride March 1992

NYC Gay Pride March 1992

Parents of Gays  briefly became POLAGM – (Parents of Lesbians & Gay Men) & ultimately PFLAG (Parents & Friends of Lesbians & Gays). My suggestion to the PFLAG board one year to follow our course of reflecting inclusion in our organization’s name was to call ourselves PFLABAGASTR – Parents & Friends of Lesbians & Bisexuals & Gays & Sometimes Transgendered. They didn’t go for it.

My mother, Willy Jump, first marched with me at the National Gay & Lesbian March on Washington in 1979, of which I was part of the planning in 1978 in Philadelphia as representative of Gay People at Queens College. We went backstage to meet some of the National POG parents and NYC parents, Amy Ashworth being the woman my mom was drawn to immediately since they look like sisters (and later became as close as sisters). I also met the British gay rock & roller Tom Robinson, with whom I became pen-pals for a year and later visited in London in 1980.

1980 was my Mom’s first NYC  Gay & Lesbian March. I had been marching with my girlfriend from John Adams High School, Elaine Calenda since 1976 (the Bi-Centennial Summer of Love). I told my mom to meet me on the corner of  Bedford & Christopher Streets an hour before the march actually begun it’s illegal lurch uptown towards Central Park- thinking it wouldn’t be that crowded yet. I’m not sure when the first legally obtained permit for the march was but it was a march until it became a parade.

So here I am looking for my Mom amongst the throngs of leather queens, drag queens, dykes on bikes and twinks screaming, “MOM!  MOM?” on a nearby lightpost that I had climbed up. Almost immediately this handsome older guy with an impish smile and  a little space between his teeth came up to me and tugged my pantleg shouting over the din in an incredibly coarse voice that seemed incongruous to his appearance – putting his fingernail up to his mouth to hide his incredulity- “You really aren’t looking for your MOM but some big queen you call MOM – right?” No- I said, slowly realizing to whom I was responding. “I really am looking for my Mom.”

Then in rapid fire breathy dragon voice that sputtered like a typewriter on steroids – “OH MY GOD! If my mother would just even acknowledge my being gay let alone come march with me! COME MARCH WITH ME? I could just die right now and go to heaven. Do you know how lucky you are? I have to meet this WOMAN! MOM! MOM! MOM!”

And almost as soon as he had appeared , so did my mother “Hi Frankie. Who is your friend?” “This is the infamous Harvey Fierstein” I proudly exclaimed (“Points! Points! You are scoring here Harvey raspily whispered”)- “and this is my mother, Willy Jump,”  I continued.  Harvey grabbed my mother around the neck and planted a wet one on her cheeks.

Coincidentally, the two of them would run into each other for the next decade at LGBT events and panel discussions. I ran into Harvey repeatedly over the years from book signings to rides on the subway while he was going to the theatre to perform Torch Song-  to spotting him on Parade floats – always with a warm greeting “HOW’S YOUR MOTHER?”

Harvey! Mother is fine! She says hello!

PFLAG Annual Dinner 1985

PFLAG Annual Dinner 1985

International Gay Games Amsterdam 1996

International Gay Games Amsterdam 1996

PFLAG Annual Dinner 2006

PFLAG Annual Dinner 2005

PFLAG Annual Dinner 2005

PFLAG Annual Dinner 2005

UPDATED: April 18, 2017

I learned today of the passing of Amy Ashworth. She will be forever in my heart.

OBITUARY:

Amy Ashworth

Ojai, CA

Amy Ashworth (born Am?lie Wilhelmine Marie Everard) passed away in Ojai on April 6, 2017, at the age of 92. She was born in Haarlem, the Netherlands, on August 31, 1924.

Amy grew up in the Netherlands, the youngest of nine children in a blended family. As a young woman she worked as a nurse during World War II in Nazi-occupied Amsterdam an experience that proved to be formative in her life-long passion for justice and immigrated alone to the United States after the war. While working at the Dutch Consulate in New York City she met and married her partner in love and in life, Richard Goodspeed Ashworth. The pair became the proud parents of three boys, Pieter Thomas (Tucker), Everard and Eric. As Dick’s practice of admiralty law flourished, the Ashworths moved to Bronxville in Westchester County, from which home base Amy was the leader in many family hiking, camping and canoeing expeditions. Most famous among these were month-long camping trips at Lake Saranac in the Adirondack Mountains. Dick’s business brought many opportunities for travel abroad and visits home to the Netherlands. The couple continued their global travels after Dick’s retirement.

Amy and Dick’s life took an unanticipated turn when their eldest son Tucker came out to them in 1972. This event transformed the couple into gay rights activists, advocates not only for their own sons, but for all gay, lesbian, bisexual and transgender people, particularly youth. Dick and Amy were founding members of Parents of Gays, which later became the New York chapter of Parents and Friends of Lesbians and Gays (PFLAG). The couple were formative in establishment of PFLAG as a national organization, today comprising 400 chapters across the US. They worked tirelessly for gay civil liberties, in helping parents accept their gay children, and supporting people whose parents found that acceptance difficult. It was an incredibly moving experience marching in the 1987 New York Gay Pride Parade with Dick and Amy and the PFLAG contingent. It wasn’t just the heightened cheers from the crowd for the parents group, or the shouts of recognition for Amy as the parade marched down 5th Avenue, but most tellingly the man who stepped out into the parade to quietly shake Amy’s hand and thank her for saving his life with her compassion.

Amy was a dynamic and compelling public speaker. In the 1970s and 1980s Dick and Amy lobbied Congress for gay rights and appeared on national television shows such as Phil Donahue and Merv Griffin to talk about their personal experiences and encourage other families to embrace their gay children. For a time Amy hosted a gay community-themed talk show on New York cable television and, among many honors, was a 1992 recipient of the Stonewall Award, which recognizes individuals whose efforts have enhanced the quality of life for gay men and women.

After the boys were grown and embarked on their careers Tucker in public relations, Everard in environmental science and Eric as a literary agent Dick and Amy moved back to Manhattan, happily residing in the West Village and enjoying the cultural and culinary delights of New York City.

Dick and Amy lost their two gay sons to AIDS. Amy was not one to let these heartbreaking events stop her work on behalf of the gay community, and she and Dick became advocates for AIDS research funds and the rights of those infected with HIV.

Dick passed away in 1998 and Amy established the Richard G. Ashworth Scholarship to assist gay youth in attending college. She continued her volunteer work, first as president of the New York chapter of PFLAG and then working in hospice and at God’s Love We Deliver, preparing meals for those with HIV/AIDS.

In 2007 Amy relocated to Ojai, California, to be closer to her son Everard and his family. In Ojai she continued her volunteer work at HELP of Ojai while enjoying the social life at The Gables and visits from her family and friends from all over the world.

Amy is survived by her son Everard, daughter-in-love Brooke, and beloved grandchildren Henry and Emma Ashworth as well as her son-in-spirit Gordon Stewart, God-daughter Susan Stewart, son-in-law Rick Kot, brother-in-law Karel Dahmen, sister-in-law Joan Nichols and numerous nieces, nephews, grandnieces and grandnephews both in the US and the Netherlands. The family gives grateful recognition to Amy’s longtime care-giver and friend, Chris Hansen.

A private celebration of life will be held at a later date. Should you desire to honor Amy through a memorial contribution, the family suggests a donation to PFLAG. https://www.pflag.org/supportpflag

Published in Ventura County Star on Apr. 9, 2017– See more at: http://www.legacy.com/obituaries/venturacountystar/obituary.aspx?n=amy-ashworth&pid=185028135&#sthash.GY3fFEJm.dpuf

French Road Sign – Ville de Lens, FR – Gaia Son

The place of my loved one’s birth. FHJ © Gaia Son

Passing Lens on our way to the Vendée coast. Border was barricaded this morning, cars getting checked one by one – country is on high alert with the 1st round of presidential elections going on. – G. Son

Chapellerie du Cours Mirabeau – Gros et Détail – Aix-en-Provence – Ralph Hassoun

Headwear – Wholesale © Ralph Hassoun

This store was once a hat maker’s shop owned by the father of the painter Cézanne. – Waymarking

cropped – © Ralph Hassoun

Young’s Stetson Hats – Clearance Center – 139 Nassau Street, NYC

© Vincenzo Aiosa

This venue is closed.

Since 1959, this hole-in-the-wall hat shop has been topping the pates of the New York City man. From elderly immigrants stuck in a fashion time warp to the hip-hop entrepreneur looking for that perfect lid, Hat Corner customers are as eclectic as the offerings on display at this quintessential hat shop. Newsboys, ivy leagues, newyorkers, berets, ascots, boaters, westerns, Bogarts, Indiana Jones fedoras, ball caps and visors from a plethora of brands such as Kangol, Capas, and Selentinio sit neatly arranged in veneered, wall-to-wall cubby-holes above an ancient parquet floor. The place feels like it has been around for a hundred years, and it has, in one form or another, since a hat shop called Truly Yours occupied this space circa 1890. The sales staff reflects the polarity of its customer base and knows both its hats and its chapeau history. Bring in your old topper for expert restoration or to find a new hatband to match a suit—or a throwback jersey.

Enlarged – Lost City

Enlarged & rotated – Lost City

Lost City Blog

I found this matchbook the other day. It was remarkable enough in that it was a matchbook for a hat store, not a bar or restaurant. I don’t think I’ve ever seen that before. But the address, 139 Nassau, corner of Beekman, rang a bell. Seemed to me I remembered a hat store being on that corner. – Lost City – http://lostnewyorkcity.blogspot.com/2012/05/truly-yours-best-hats.html

No Weapons Beyond This Point – Alabama Visitor’s Center – Route 59

Double Exposure © Frank H. Jump

This sign was on the door of the entrance to the visitors’ center in Alabama. The hand with mendhi tattoos was taken during one of our school’s Magnet Expos, a multicultural culmination to our year. Vincenzo can be seen peeking through the door.

New Paltz Savings Bank Revisited – Lonny Behar

© Lonny Behar

Assurez-vous a La Prévoyance… Make sure you have the foresight – Insurance? Life Annuities? – Aix-en-Provence – Ralph Hassoun

© Ralph Hassoun

Rough translation looks to me that this is an insurance or annuities company to safeguard your children’s lives against dangers of floods, fire, explosions, hail, theft…? Any Francophones out there?

Crème Éclipse – Wax polish – Cirage à la cire – Aix-en-Provence, Bouches-du-Rhône, FR – Ralph Hassoun

© Ralph Hassoun

The population of Aix numbers approximately 143,000. Its inhabitants are called Aixois or, less commonly, Aquisextains. Aix was founded in 123 BC by the Roman consul Sextius Calvinus, who gave his name to its springs, following the destruction of the nearby Gallic oppidum at Entremont. – We Love Provence

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http://archeologue.over-blog.com/article-un-mur-peint-publicitaire-eclipse-revele-62085135.html

Featured Fade: Chamber Street Smoke Shop – Carrie Zimmerman – Lower Manhattan

© Carrie Zimmerman

Tip Top Cereal Co – formerly 2515 Canal Road – Cleveland, OH – Kathi Waite & Joshua Kudlaty

© Frank H. Jump

© Frank H. Jump

Vincenzo on Vespa © Frank H. Jump

Vincenzo on Vespa © Frank H. Jump

© Vincenzo Aiosa

© Frank H. Jump

© Frank H. Jump

© Frank H. Jump

CLICK FOR LARGER IMAGE © Joshua Kudlaty

Several years ago, you posted a picture of my father’s “shop” Pump and Ice Machine, Inc, in Cleveland Ohio. My son Joshua Kudlaty drove by there Sunday [as they] were headed to a Cleveland Indians game, and decided to stop by and see “Grandpa’s shop.” Property is now out of the family, and it looks like may be headed for the wrecking ball. sigh. Yes, fading.  Place is now abandoned. Sigh. But he got this picture -the back view. I thought you might like to see it. – Kathi Waite

Previously posted on FAB

MARCH 2017 UPDATE

If it is really your last fading ad blog post, i will be very sad.

However, it seems appropriate. I have been thinking of you a great deal this past week. I discovered your blog and your world from a picture you posted of my father’s shop several years ago. Pump and Ice Machine Inc. It was located on Canal road in Cleveland, Ohio. Well, a week ago, my son made a very sad discovery.

This is the last picture we have of our dad’s beloved machine shop. It appears to have been demolished a day or two the photo was taken.

I felt i needed to share it with you.
Good Luck in whatever you do. I will miss your blog a great deal.

Kathi
Flint Mi
Ultimate II

© Joshua Kudlaty

Dear Kathleen-

Although I’ve been toying with the idea of throwing in the towel, I thought I would post an April Fool’s Day posting and see what happened. I’ve not been posting as obsessively as I had in the past. After a decade, I’m re-evaluating, self-examining and basically existentially questioning where to go from here. Thank you for sending me this pic. Sorry the building was demolished but I’m surprised it took so long since the last update. I’m posting your pic tonight.

Keep in touch and all the best to you and your family,

Frank H. Jump

This is the last post for Fading Ad Blog

Thank you everyone. It has been really real.