When Boom Babies opened, it only sold vintage clothing. As a Baby Boomer myself, I loved going there in the 80’s. As I perused the racks, my mind traveled to my high school sewing class. I had made this mind-blowing (at least to me) paisley Nehru shirt. It looked groovy with my People’s Place bell bottom jeans.

When I saw the list for this year’s Poster Project, I had to pick Boom Babies. I had this vision of donating these bell bottoms and Nehru shirt and then seeing a young girl, resembling the hippy 1969 Ellen, come bopping out of the store, wearing what I had just dropped off before I even left the parking lot. It does make me whoop just to think about it.

Poetry and artwork endure, just like vintage clothing, transporting us to a memory; another time and place that remain forever inside us. Being selected for the Syracuse Poster Project is an honor and a dream come true. Thank you!

In 1964, my cherished grandmother took me on a 90-minute bus trip from Elmira Heights to Syracuse. That journey took me through a portal to another dimension. My ten-year-old self gasped at the tall buildings, the stores, and how I loved the amazing zoo! Right then I knew I'd settle in Syracuse one day.

Coming home, I asked my Gramma what “Onondaga” meant. I still recall the vivid portrait she painted of those who have lived here beyond the reach of memory. Growing up, we didn't have much, but my beloved mother preached hard work and education. In 1972, her love and advice propelled me to Lemoyne College. I have happily called Syracuse my home ever since.

A long-time fan of the Syracuse Poster Project, I was eager to write a poem when I read this year's theme, choosing the “spirit of ancestral guidance.” It's my belief that one can't speak of the “spirit of Syracuse” without honoring our indigenous women and men. Although not Onondaga myself, my own family spirit guides have taught me the value of each person and of the earth we live on, lessons lived by the Onondaga Nation and mirrored in the shadows of their ancestors.