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Friday, October 31, 2008
Songs for the Times - Part Four
So for this installment of songs that speak to me regarding our current political state, I thought we should dress up the candidates a bit.
Send in the Clowns – by Steven Sondheim from the musical, A Little Night Music
Isn't it rich?
Are we a pair?
Me here at last on the ground,
You in mid-air..
Where are the clowns?
Isn't it bliss?
Don't you approve?
One who keeps tearing around,
One who can't move...
Where are the clowns?
Send in the clowns.
Just when I'd stopped opening doors,
Finally knowing the one that I wanted was yours.
Making my entrance again with my usual flair
Sure of my lines...
No one is there.
Don't you love farce?
My fault, I fear.
I thought that you'd want what I want...
Sorry, my dear!
And where are the clowns
Send in the clowns
Don't bother, they're here.
Isn't it rich?
Isn't it queer?
Losing my timing this late in my career.
And where are the clowns?
There ought to be clowns...
Well, maybe next year.
(Boo!)
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Blog-A-Versary
I had no idea when I started what I would write about. Thus I can say it has remained true to its title. I rarely know from one blog to the next what I’m going to put up.
For those of you who have been kind enough to join me in my randomness I say, “Thank you!” I hope to see your Random Comments in the coming year.
“Do or do not, there is no try.” Yoda
“You are never too old to set another goal or to dream a new dream.” C. S. Lewis
“Manuscript: Something submitted in haste and returned at leisure.” Oliver Herford
“What would you attempt to do if you knew you could not fail?” Unknown
“It’s always too early to quit.” Norman Vincent Peale.
“When the mouse laughs at the cat, there’s a hole nearby.” Nigerian proverb
“Nothing is more dangerous than an idea, when it’s the only one we have.” Emile Auguste Chartier
“Man is a reasonable animal who always loses his temper when he is called upon to act in accordance with the dictates of reason.” Oscar Wilde.
“The chief duty of government is to keep the peace and stand out of the sunshine of the people.” James A. Garfield.
“The handwriting on the wall may be a forgery.” Ralph Hodgson
“Throughout history the world has been laid waste to ensure the triumph of conceptions that are now as dead as the men that died for them.” Henry de Montherlant
“The point to remember is that what the government gives it must first take away.” John Strider Coleman
“The oldest, wisest politician grows not more human so, but is merely a gray wharf rat at last.” Henry David Thoreau
“Democracy passes into despotism.” Plato
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Moments of Fame
I was in the St. Thomas Daily News (a Pulitzer Prize winning paper) a total of four times.
This is me in 1966 accepting those pearls for catching that barracuda.
In the summer of 1969 I was a volunteer in a summer school program working with elementary kids. The little blurb that went with the pictures reads as follows:
“Caribbean Summer House activities are being enjoyed by 210 children in the Savan area this year, with average attendance of 185. Co-sponsoring the program with the V. I. Youth Commission is Pastor Ronald D. Lokhorst, of St. Thomas [Dutch] Reformed Church. Other scenes show tots and teens happily engaged in courses which emphasized reading, arts and crafts, music, and recreation. Privately supported by gifts, the project received half of funding from the Community Chest. The five-weeks project ends Aug. 15.”
Here’s the group. I am 3rd from the left, front row. Note buffalo sandals. I was the only local volunteer. All the other kids came down from the states.
In this picture I am the white head to the left working with a group of kids in the reading class. That summer was also memorable because all of us went to a house that had a TV and we watched the Moon Landing.
In 1970 there was an inter-scholastic Speech Arts Festival in which five schools competed. I think one of my proudest moments was when I won first place in the poetry reading contest. What, you might ask did I read? Actually I “read” it from memory; “The Stolen Child,” by William Butler Yeats. If you can’t pick me out I’m the one towering over the other two. That’s a little jingle bell around my neck. That little tiny mini-skirt was in shades of orange and was one that my mother made. I’m surprised my school let me wear it since we were hosting the affair.
The fourth time I was in the paper was as part of a group shot with my senior class as we were getting ready to leave on our Senior Class Trip, which I wrote about here, and where a picture has already been posted.
Ahh, trips down memory lane. Ain't they a hoot?
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Senior High Picture Challenge
Rena and some other bloggers had put out the challenge to post your senior high picture. I had to scan this out of my 1970 yearbook, that's why it looks so grainy. What you can't see is the acne...which I had pretty bad. (Rhyming not intended.)Those credits next to your name? Mine read:
Girl's Sports I: I was on the winning football team in 9th grade. Granted we only played one game against one school but we won it hands down. The "league" was disbanded because the mother's of the girls from the other participating school decided it was too rough a sport for their girls to be playing.
Miss A. S. P. S 2nd Runner Up I: That stands for All Saints Parish School. Dad always thought it was appropriate that we were called asps. I played my guitar and sang a song. Can't for the life of me remember which one or what possessed me to compete against the popular girls. I remember being terrified. I was surprised to make 2nd Runner Up, but then...there were like only four girls going for the title!
Yearbook III, Copy Editor IV: Which I wrote about recently in A Writer's Journey.
Mixed Chorus II: I should have sung every year in the choir but I didn't.
Student Council II, IV: In my senior year the Student Council was responsible for changing uniform requirements, loosing them up a bit; like being able to wear sneakers or something other than loafers or tie shoes (we were never ever allowed to wear sandals) and no socks. And girls were given the option of wearing solid forest green or green plaid skirts. Unfortunately for us senior girls plaid skirts didn't become an option until the following year.
To this day I have never worn a forest green skirt. That said, I think uniforms would solve a lot of problems in public schools. All the kids in all the public schools in the islands wear uniforms. Each school has its own color. A person can immediately tell where a kid goes to school by the uniform he or she is wearing. Also a uniform eliminates the problem of kids competing for status through their clothes. Rich and poor are wearing the same thing which starts everyone out on a more level playing field. No designer labels, no obvious second-hand/thrift shop clothes. Also, it's cheaper for parents. Three or four pairs of pants/skirts, five or six shirts/blouses and you're set for the school year. Makes sense to me.
PS: The pearls are mine. They are real cultured pears. I won them them in the 1966 Annual Fourth of July Fishing Tournament for "best girl angler." I caught an 11 1/2 pound barracuda. Got my picture in the paper and everything.
Saturday, October 25, 2008
Abilene: An Update
She’s gone on a couple of road tests. There are a few bugs to work out which is what road tests are for. But the problems don’t appear to be anything major that can’t be fixed. For the most part, she’s run beautifully.
Stan is amazed how smoothly it’s gone. Can you see the grin on his face? He is really happy.
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Songs for the Times - Part Three
Meanwhile the rest of us will struggle, unless of course, we all become corporate honchos or politicians. Hmmm, what a thing to do.
Baby You’re a Rich Man – by John Lennon and Paul McCartney - The Beatles -Recorded in 1967, it appeared on the U. S. released album Magical Mystery Tour, even though it was originally supposed to be part of The Yellow Submarine soundtrack.
How does it feel to be
One of the beautiful people
Now that you know who you are
What do you want to be
And have you traveled very far
far as the eye can see
How does it feel to be
One of the beautiful people
How often have you been there
Often enough to know
What did you see when you were there
Nothing that doesn't show
Baby you're a rich man
Baby you're a rich man
Baby you're a rich man, too
You keep all your money in a big brown bag
inside a zoo, what a thing to do
Baby you're a rich man
Baby you're a rich man
Baby you're a rich man, too
How does it feel to be
One of the beautiful people
Tuned to a natural E
happy to be that way
Now that you've found another key
What are you going to play
Baby you're a rich man
Baby you're a rich man
Baby you're a rich man, too
You keep all your money in a big brown bag
inside a zoo, what a thing to do
Baby you're a rich man
Baby you're a rich man
Baby you're a rich man, too
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
A Writer's Journey: Or How Writing Found Me
Here it is.
There was a period of time when I was home schooled. My mother used the Calvert Course, which has now been in the business of home schooling for over a hundred years. I began the Calvert Course when I was around seven, so I probably started with 2nd grade. Mom and I had a daily routine of reading, writing and ‘rithmetic. I remember I had to memorize a lot of poems. I still know quite a few.
Mom was pleased with the course so we continued with it into the 3rd (and 4th) grade. A 3rd grade assignment was to write a little essay about my family. Up to that point I don’t think I’d written more than the occasional required paragraph. Mom later said she didn’t expect to get more than a page out of me. Writing was pretty much torture, both the physical act (my handwriting was HORRIBLE) and because I had such a hard time with spelling because I was (am) mildly dyslexic.
What a surprise when I pumped out three pages describing “My Family.” Despite the fact that the pages are long gone, one word from my essay has become part of the family vocabulary. In describing my sister and me I called us “the grils.” At least I was consistent; I called us grils throughout the whole piece. Erva and I have been known as “the grils” ever since.
The very first thing of mine to be published was a poem in my 1969 yearbook. Right after the title page is this two page spread picture of all us high schoolers standing around the parking lot. (Look at all those VW Bugs! And yes, that’s all of us, 9th through 12th grade, I went to a small school.)
In the bottom right corner is my poem. Ahem….
The Tangled Vines of Confusion
The tangled vines of confusion
Suddenly begin to separate
And grow straight up.
Suddenly there is a path before you
Where there was nothing –
Suddenly there is something from inside you
Encouraging you on – telling you
To take that hesitating step forward.
In my senior year I was the copy-editor for the yearbook and had two pieces published, which I won’t bore you with. In the late 70’s I wrote at least half a dozen articles for the local newspaper on St. John about growing up on St. John in the 1950’s.
In 1980 I started working at a home for abused and neglected kids. Three years later I was the assistant editor of the newsletter which went out six times a years to about 10,000 people across the U. S. and even to places like Australia and England. Over the next 18 or so years I wrote A LOT of articles for that newsletter. I also did all the layouts and took most of the pictures.
Inbetween all that I wrote for myself. I wrote journals, poems, short stories, and made many attempts to write novels. I have most of these horrible pieces, going all the way back to high school, in a four-door file cabnet. I'm running out of room.
Throughout it all, lying semi-dormant in my heart was the desire to write for children. So, when I finally “retired” from working at the home I decided to take the Institute of Children’s Literature writing course. It’s been about five years. I have had a little success; just enough to keep me plugging away at it.
Ultimately I give credit to Mom. From that first 3rd grade essay she sensed I might have a talent for writing. Through out my life she has gently and consistently encouraged me to keep at it. Mom was my first fan. My first book, whenever I finally get one accepted and it gets published will be dedicated to her. There was even a period in my life about 10 years ago when she somehow sensed that I wasn’t writing so she sent me the book, (which I highly recommend for anyone who feels "stuck") The Artist’s Way by Julia Cameron. She inscribed it, “For Bish, Follow the Way. Love, Mom.”
I took her advise. And I Follow the Way not because of the destination but because it's the journey that's important.
Friday, October 17, 2008
I Love Your Blog
The Rules. There are always rules….
1. Add the logo of your award to your blog.
2. Add a link to the person who awarded it to you.
3. Nominate at least 7 other blogs.
4. Add links to those blogs on your blog.
5. Leave a message for your nominees on their blogs.
Susan Sandmore - Her humor and what she does for her family warms my heart.
Rena Jones - Rena is a children's writer and photographer. The ordinary is special.
AngelaCerrito - Angela brings me Europe. I also like her poetry blog, Making Sense of Life.
Vicissitudes - Joan is one of two NaNo buddies I've been hangin out with for several years now.
Writermorphosis - Janelle is my other NaNo buddy. She writes about her journey as a writer and gives many good writing tips along the way.
Brenda's Page - Her weekly menu includes: Start the Week with a Story Starter, Tuesday's Living Green Tips, Hazels' Corckpot Thursday and Fixing it Fridays.
Enjoy perusing and pass the love.
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Hurricane Omar Update
This from my sister this morning.
What a relief!
This category 3 storm with 125 mph winds passed to the east of St. Croix, and headed Northeast on out of here. The storm's center is very small with the major winds extending outward from the center to only 35 mph. There was plenty of rain associated with it and low lying areas were flooded.We had only light breezes and much water!
Rain from this system:
First, this storm crawled through here from East to West as a slushy mess, dipped South then turned back East, eventually turning back Northeast.
Second, I empty my raingauage by 8:00 AM each morning, so that reading represents the previous 24 hour period.
Fri - Wed - 8.02 inches
Thurs 3.93 inches (Accumulation as Omar)
Total: 11.95 inches
The sun is out, and we're very soggy, but all is totally well!
Thanks for your prayers!
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Hurricane Omar
My mom and sister, my cousins and friends will probably be fine. Their homes are strong and have survived far worse than 75 MPH winds. It's the rain at this point that they don't need any more of. They've already had quite a bit from this system, before it turned into a hurricane, and have experienced some flooding. Still it's always a bit nerve racking for me as I wait out the storm from a safe distance.
Unlike people along the coastlines of the U. S. people in the islands cannot be evacuated, they have no place to go. They have learned over the centuries to hunker down and wait it out.
You can take a look at Omar at the National Hurricane Center.
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Songs for the Times - Part Two
Lest we forget who will be paying for all these loans and bailouts and buy-ups our wonderful government is planning; lest we forget who will be paying for all the things the presidential canditates are promising...
I am reminded of the following song.
Taxman – by George Harrison - The Beatles
Let me tell you how it will be
There's one for you, nineteen for me
'Cause I'm the taxman, yeah,
I'm the taxman
Should five per cent appear too small
Be thankful I don't take it all
'Cause I'm the taxman, yeah
I'm the taxman
If you drive a car, I'll tax the street,
If you try to sit, I'll tax your seat.
If you get too cold I'll tax the heat,
If you take a walk, I'll tax your feet.
Don't ask me what I want it for
If you don't want to pay some more
'Cause I'm the taxman, yeah,
I'm the taxman
Now my advice for those who die
Declare the pennies on your eyes
'Cause I'm the taxman, yeah,
I'm the taxman
And you're working for no one but me.
Lest we forget, there is no free lunch. Nothing is free.
Thursday, October 9, 2008
A Random Thought
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
Songs for the Times - Part One
Last night I listened for about 35-40 minutes to "the debate." I'm convinced. I’ve had it.
So…for the next few posts, until we finally get past November 4th, by which time it will be too late to say “Ooops, I made a mistake,” I am going to share a few songs that seem to be “speaking” to me.
You may interpret them as you wish.
Don’t Make Promises (you can’t keep) – by Tim Hardin on his first album from 1966, recorded at different times by Three Dog Night and Scott McKenzie
Seems the songs we're singing
All about tomorrow,
Tunes of promises that you can't keep.
Every moment bringing
Love I can only borrow,
Telling me lies in your sleep.
Do you think I'm not aware
Of what you're saying
Or why you're saying it?
Is it hard to keep me where
You want me staying? No.
Don't go on betraying.
We had a chance to find it,
The time was now or never,
Promise the things that I need.
Left the things behind it,
Threw our chance away forever
Telling your lies in your sleep
Do you think I'm not aware
Of what you're saying
Or why you're saying it?
Is it hard to keep me where
You want me staying? No, no.
Don't go on betraying.
Don't make promises you can't keep.
Don't make promises you can't keep.
Don't make promises you can't keep.
Tired of hearing 'em.
Tired of hearing 'em.
Feel free to share a song that speaks to you.
Sunday, October 5, 2008
Plain Speak
As we near Election Day on November 4th, we must try to keep things in perspective. I think the above quote does that very eloquently.
This piece of wisdom was lovingly done in counted cross-stitch, framed and presented to my father many years ago by a dear family friend named Eleanor.
She was poking Dad in the ribs. Because he was brilliant in so many areas, he could speak quite knowingly on many subjects. He was most always clear and understandable. If you didn’t understand what he was saying he would take the time to re-explain it until you got it. He was patient in that regard.
Dad could get frustrated with people who were not concise, who spoke as if they knew about something when they didn’t, or who deliberately muddied the waters with verbosity. He liked plain speak. If you said what you meant, if you said it clearly, if you said it honestly, truthfully, you had his respect. It didn’t matter who you were; a man with little education like Old Man Heber Thomas or his good friend, Dr. Robert Oppenheimer, he treated all fairly who spoke fairly.
Dad was pretty much all about communicating. If you look at the history of the major jobs and hobbies he had in his life it becomes obvious. He was the SONAR man on subs before World War II, he built RADAR stations during the war, and he was the chief engineer for both a TV and a radio station. He was a ham radio operator, liked reading the dictionary and doing the London Times crossword puzzle in ink.
Let’s read that quote again.
“I know you believe you understand what you think I said, but I am not sure you realize that what you heard is not what I meant.”
I haven’t heard a politician yet who didn’t speak just like that.
Say what?