An Introduction to Billie
About a year ago, I was asked to give a speech on leadership and success for a group of women at a regional grocery store chain. The group was made up of women in leadership roles at all levels of the company from assistant store managers to middle and upper management. When I was initially given the assignment, I drew a blank. I was used to giving speeches about how to prevent discrimination lawsuits and record keeping practices that ensure employment lawsuits can be defended, but this was different. I really had a hard time wrapping my head around what I had to share with the women, many of whom had several years more work experience than I did. I was truly at a loss and the deadline was looming in the horizon.
Around that time I had also just unexpectedly lost my grandmother, Billie Duncan. Her loss left me with profound grief and troubling questions about whether my life was on the right path. I had always looked upon my grandmother for inspiration and guidance about how I could be successful in life. I had taken great pride at the things she was able to achieve despite untold obstacles. She was born in segregated Indianapolis, Indiana in 1913. If she were here, she would tell you that she was practically born dancing because from a very young age she knew she would be a professional dancer. After graduating high school, Billie left Indiana to pursue her dream. That pursuit took her around the country in touring companies, performing in venues like the Cotton Club in Harlem. For nine years, she was a small part of the Harlem Renaissance, dancing along side and meeting such famous artists as Duke Ellington, Cab Calloway, John Barrymore and Orson Wells.
When she died, she left me several scrapbooks full of memorabilia and pictures from her early career that I cherish. Download billie_letter.pdf For two weeks I poured over every self-help book I could think of looking for inspiration, but nothing seemed to resonate. Troubled by my loss and unsure of where I was going with my own life, I really did not feel I had anything to offer others. I halfheartedly put together a few powerpoints from the books I had read, but nothing seemed to resonate. Finally, around midnight, the night before the speech, I started thinking about my grandmother's life and I realized that I could share some of the lessons I had learned from her. I quickly dug up some of her writing and pictures from her early life and drafted a presentation. Fortunately for me, Billie's story had meaning for the women at the grocery chain as well and the speech was a success. I share those lessons in the posts that follow with the hopes that others can benefit from her wisdom.