April 14, 2008
I love coffee. In fact I am a coffee snob. I think it all started with my Daddy. He would have that first cup of coffee every morning, a level spoon or two of sugar and then he would stir. And stir….and stir..the spoon clink clink clinking on the sides of the coffee cup as he sat there thinking or trying to wake up. I never did know which it was. When the clinking and the thinking would stop then came the big slurp. I don’t recall that I ever heard Daddy drink a cup of coffee without hearing that big slurp.
My Papaw Guy was a coffee drinker too. He had a big old white mug with a sipping saucer. No one else drank from that mug. It was his and his alone. Papaw would pour his coffee into that saucer and then drink it down with a big ole slurp. When I would ask why he drank from the saucer, he told me it helped cool the hot coffee. That mug and sipping saucer is something I have looked for in antique shops for years.
On my last trip to Jackson, I went in search of books to read at a Barnes and Nobles and nothing goes better with a good book than a cup of coffee. There is always a coffee bar in bookstores. Even Square Books in Oxford has a gourmet coffee bar upstairs. Allison, my partner in the book and coffee hunt, and I “bellied up to the bar” and placed our orders. We both ordered a tall caramel macchiato with an extra pump of vanilla and steamed milk. The young woman taking our order balked at the requested and curtly informed us that we could not have it that way. I was stunned. First, she was rude, secondly, we can order our coffee any way we like it. Most of the things on the menu board are just “guidelines” as far as I’m concerned.
We were insistent about what we wanted and she was just as insistent that we could not. I was starting to get really jittery because I had not had my morning cup of coffee and I also used to run a coffee bar so I do know exactly what is involved in making a cup of specialty coffee. My voice was beginning to raise an octave or two when the coffee bar manager stepped over and asked what was going on. Allison and I explained that we wanted to start out with the recipe for the Caramel Macchiato with steamed milk and we wanted to add an extra pump of vanilla to it. The cashier piped up saying it would change the taste of the Macchiato.(Visualize a little head and shoulder action going on here) Ya THINK? I finally looked at the young lady and I told her that I was a barista and I had not had my morning cup of coffee yet so I was getting very irritated at being told that we could order that cup of coffee exactly the way we wanted. The manager agreed and proceeded to make our coffees which, by the way, turned out very very good.
Being the ever adventurous sort that I am, I finally tried one of the Java Chillers that Sonic is now offering. Since I like caramel, that is the flavor I go for. I like the Java Chiller which is a shot of espresso with some soft serve ice cream and whipped cream drizzled with caramel. That is pretty yummy. It’s not hot, it’s not cold, but it does give a nice little wake up jolt. The hot lattes are good also. The Sonic in Bruce is pretty good at that one. The early morning crew seems to know best how to prepare them though.
On one of our warmer days last week I ordered an iced latte and that was a severe shock to my system. I had the assumption that it was going to be a nice concoction of coffee and flavoring blended with ice. Surprise! The carhop brought me the cup of iced coffee and it looked so inviting topped with the whipped cream and caramel drizzle. Then I took that first sip. Oh I am so sorry to say that whoever made that cup of coffee did not hit the mark. They were not even in the same universe. Words cannot describe what it tasted like but if you saw the Garfield cartoon in the paper on Saturday, that would be a proper description. Thick and bitter coffee doesn’t wake me up. It seemed like the more I sipped the worse it became. Did you know that bitter coffee can make you pucker? I looked like I had been through a bad batch of Botox. It was pretty toxic. Being the coffee snob that I am, I may just ask them if they would mind if I showed them how to make a proper latte. Either that or I’ll just plan to stop at McDonald’s. Old Ronald knows how to make a great iced coffee.
Saturday, May 10, 2008
Did you have a Glorious Easter? 3/24/08 MH article
Week of March 24, 2008
Did you have a Glorious Easter Celebration? We did! Little did I know when I awoke on Sunday morning just how special a day it would turn out to be. Holy Week is always a very busy week for me. For the last few years I have always been able to take the week off to prepare for the many services and to save my voice for all the singing and Gregorian chant that is involved.
Thursday evening, my throat was still a little tight from the cough and sinus drainage I had been living with for a couple of weeks but I ‘limped’ through the Pange Lingua and the incense that night. Good Friday services don’t traditionally have a lot of music. It is, after all, the most solemn of nights. I spent Saturday at home practicing the hymns and the Easter Sequence so I would be ready for Sunday.
Easter is the perfect time for baptisms and confirmations and we had both. A whole family was welcomed into the church, just as it happened in the early days of the Christian Church. Mom and Dad were confirmed and their precious little baby girl was baptized. The music on Easter morning is very festive. We sing Alleluia and the Gloria for the first time since the beginning of Lent. Being a soprano, I tend to get on up into the rafters, which is one of the reasons I love the Easter hymns. Ben and Jettie began our service with some beautiful music. The rest of the service consisted of traditional hymns.
Traditional until communion that is. I had chosen an instrumental piece on a new CD I had purchased and loaded it into the stereo. The CD cover stated that it was Classic Traditional Christian Hymns. Now what could go wrong with that? The hymn I chose was Christ the Lord is Risen Today. That’s pretty traditional right? The music began playing and all seemed serene until the guitar riff. HUH? I was already seated when it happened. Ben turned and looked at me with shock in his eyes. Another riff! The tempo picked up and the ‘traditional classic’ instrumental hymn turned into a classic rock version of the hymn. We all had that deer in the head lights look. My daughter leaned over and whispered in my ear, ‘Gee mom, I’ve missed church for a couple of months and ya’ll go and changed on me.’ We were all suppressing giggles by the time the hymn was finished. I was afraid to look at Father Tim but his expression didn’t tell me anything.
After the final blessing and closing hymn, while everyone was standing around and visiting, Ben and I checked out the CD a little more closely. In fine print we read ‘celebratory’. I will know better next time. Father Tim laughed with us later on. He said it was a brilliant choice. I don’t know about the brilliant part but it was purely accidental. I guess you could say the ‘Spirit was a movin’ at St. Luke the Evangelist Church on Easter morning.
Now to answer one of the questions that I have been asked. How does the Catholic Church answer the question, "What must I do to be saved?" First, the average Catholic might look at you and quip, ‘Saved from what?’ But then they will seriously tell you that we believe in Jesus Christ the Son of God who gave his life as payment for our sins. And yes, we do believe in Christ as our only Redeemer. We also believe that our conversion is a lifelong process that begins with our baptism is only finished when we finally see Jesus face to face.
Did you have a Glorious Easter Celebration? We did! Little did I know when I awoke on Sunday morning just how special a day it would turn out to be. Holy Week is always a very busy week for me. For the last few years I have always been able to take the week off to prepare for the many services and to save my voice for all the singing and Gregorian chant that is involved.
Thursday evening, my throat was still a little tight from the cough and sinus drainage I had been living with for a couple of weeks but I ‘limped’ through the Pange Lingua and the incense that night. Good Friday services don’t traditionally have a lot of music. It is, after all, the most solemn of nights. I spent Saturday at home practicing the hymns and the Easter Sequence so I would be ready for Sunday.
Easter is the perfect time for baptisms and confirmations and we had both. A whole family was welcomed into the church, just as it happened in the early days of the Christian Church. Mom and Dad were confirmed and their precious little baby girl was baptized. The music on Easter morning is very festive. We sing Alleluia and the Gloria for the first time since the beginning of Lent. Being a soprano, I tend to get on up into the rafters, which is one of the reasons I love the Easter hymns. Ben and Jettie began our service with some beautiful music. The rest of the service consisted of traditional hymns.
Traditional until communion that is. I had chosen an instrumental piece on a new CD I had purchased and loaded it into the stereo. The CD cover stated that it was Classic Traditional Christian Hymns. Now what could go wrong with that? The hymn I chose was Christ the Lord is Risen Today. That’s pretty traditional right? The music began playing and all seemed serene until the guitar riff. HUH? I was already seated when it happened. Ben turned and looked at me with shock in his eyes. Another riff! The tempo picked up and the ‘traditional classic’ instrumental hymn turned into a classic rock version of the hymn. We all had that deer in the head lights look. My daughter leaned over and whispered in my ear, ‘Gee mom, I’ve missed church for a couple of months and ya’ll go and changed on me.’ We were all suppressing giggles by the time the hymn was finished. I was afraid to look at Father Tim but his expression didn’t tell me anything.
After the final blessing and closing hymn, while everyone was standing around and visiting, Ben and I checked out the CD a little more closely. In fine print we read ‘celebratory’. I will know better next time. Father Tim laughed with us later on. He said it was a brilliant choice. I don’t know about the brilliant part but it was purely accidental. I guess you could say the ‘Spirit was a movin’ at St. Luke the Evangelist Church on Easter morning.
Now to answer one of the questions that I have been asked. How does the Catholic Church answer the question, "What must I do to be saved?" First, the average Catholic might look at you and quip, ‘Saved from what?’ But then they will seriously tell you that we believe in Jesus Christ the Son of God who gave his life as payment for our sins. And yes, we do believe in Christ as our only Redeemer. We also believe that our conversion is a lifelong process that begins with our baptism is only finished when we finally see Jesus face to face.
Dilittante
Week of April 6, 2008
I had a meeting with the Director of my department at the end of last week. Several of the women in my department had answered her e-mail about why they should be considered as one of the team leaders. I thought about it long and hard and threw my hat into the ring also. I am new to realm of medical records but I am not new to the concept of working as a team leader, or managing a group of women. At my age, I have a varied and colorful background of experience and creativity to draw upon that might just be to my advantage.
One of the questions she asked me during my interview was how I came to be so organized. I had to laugh. For one thing I am a ‘piler’. I have little piles here and big piles there, but I know what is in each pile and I can put my hands on just about anything I need to find in a relatively short period of time. I don’t lose things but things can end up in the wrong pile at times. My answer to her was that I am a list maker. I carry a small notebook around with me at all times and I write down what I need to do and check off what I have done. I write down all the steps of things that I need to do and I write down random thoughts that go through my head, saving them for later, or I hear a song or a comment that I might want to explore and expound upon later.
I have lists of books by my favorite authors that I carry with me when I go to a bookstore and when I see one of the books on my list I buy it and mark it off. Then it moves to my list of books to read. Some of my favorite authors have been very prolific and I like to read their books in the order that they published their works. I am funny that way. I have made lists of words that I like. Yes I said WORDS. Don’t you have words that you like? Words can do so many things. They can make you feel happy, sad, and intelligent or they can make you nod your head like you understand and then you make a note of that word or phrase and run to your computer or dictionary or thesaurus and look that puppy up. Take the word dilettante. Now doesn’t that one roll trippingly off the tongue? A dilettante is “(a) A dabbler in an art or a field of knowledge. Or (b) A lover of the fine arts; a connoisseur.” according to Webster’s Dictionary. Hmmm. That first one sounds like ‘jack of all trades and master of none’ and that might just be me.
I have a massive list of quotes by famous and not so famous people that I have collected over the years. I think I started it the years I was at the W. As a matter of fact I think I just started making lists in general while I was there. Before I went off to college, a grocery list my Mom made was as close as I got to list making. Mom has always had lists and Daddy always carried a little pocket notebook with him. His lists were scribbled maps of fields and what kind of insects he needed to spray and phone numbers. Sometimes it contained ideas that he thought of. Daddy was a big dreamer. Unfortunately, his dreams usually involved me or my sister. After a trip to Florida, he thought it would be wonderful if I got an airbrush and headed down to some nice sunny beach and set up a t-shirt hut and airbrushed t-shirts. Never mind that I had not ever used an airbrush before or that I don’t do sunny beaches with my fair skinned self. I did get an airbrush and I did do t-shirts for a while but not on a beach. He thought using the airbrush was a piece of cake until the day I handed it to him and said ‘Have at it Pop!’
He handed it back to me after a few sprays. Now, I have to hand it to him. He never did say he couldn’t do it. He just told me that I was better at it than he was and it did take a certain amount of control. If he hadn’t come up with the harebrained idea, I probably never would have learned to use that tool. I still have my first airbrushes and I use them on most of my really detailed watercolors. If he had not challenged me, I might not have learned that skill nor grown as an artist.
I credit my Mom for my continued need to learn constantly. Mom loves crossword puzzles and word searches. I don’t dare touch her daily paper without seeing it is turned to the crossword. Sometimes I offer to help but only if I see that she is totally stumped and believe me, that is not very often. She had been known to call me at strange hours wanting to know what ten letter word for jack of all trades and master of none might be. Uh, try dilettante.
I am very blessed to know that I came from two such creative parents and that they encouraged my sister and me to be creative. They also told us that we could do anything that we set our minds to. I think both of us are still wondering just what we will be when we ‘grow up’.
"Creativity is essentially a lonely art. An even lonelier struggle. To some a blessing. To others a curse. It is in reality the ability to reach inside yourself and drag forth from your very soul an idea."-- Lou Dorfsman
I had a meeting with the Director of my department at the end of last week. Several of the women in my department had answered her e-mail about why they should be considered as one of the team leaders. I thought about it long and hard and threw my hat into the ring also. I am new to realm of medical records but I am not new to the concept of working as a team leader, or managing a group of women. At my age, I have a varied and colorful background of experience and creativity to draw upon that might just be to my advantage.
One of the questions she asked me during my interview was how I came to be so organized. I had to laugh. For one thing I am a ‘piler’. I have little piles here and big piles there, but I know what is in each pile and I can put my hands on just about anything I need to find in a relatively short period of time. I don’t lose things but things can end up in the wrong pile at times. My answer to her was that I am a list maker. I carry a small notebook around with me at all times and I write down what I need to do and check off what I have done. I write down all the steps of things that I need to do and I write down random thoughts that go through my head, saving them for later, or I hear a song or a comment that I might want to explore and expound upon later.
I have lists of books by my favorite authors that I carry with me when I go to a bookstore and when I see one of the books on my list I buy it and mark it off. Then it moves to my list of books to read. Some of my favorite authors have been very prolific and I like to read their books in the order that they published their works. I am funny that way. I have made lists of words that I like. Yes I said WORDS. Don’t you have words that you like? Words can do so many things. They can make you feel happy, sad, and intelligent or they can make you nod your head like you understand and then you make a note of that word or phrase and run to your computer or dictionary or thesaurus and look that puppy up. Take the word dilettante. Now doesn’t that one roll trippingly off the tongue? A dilettante is “(a) A dabbler in an art or a field of knowledge. Or (b) A lover of the fine arts; a connoisseur.” according to Webster’s Dictionary. Hmmm. That first one sounds like ‘jack of all trades and master of none’ and that might just be me.
I have a massive list of quotes by famous and not so famous people that I have collected over the years. I think I started it the years I was at the W. As a matter of fact I think I just started making lists in general while I was there. Before I went off to college, a grocery list my Mom made was as close as I got to list making. Mom has always had lists and Daddy always carried a little pocket notebook with him. His lists were scribbled maps of fields and what kind of insects he needed to spray and phone numbers. Sometimes it contained ideas that he thought of. Daddy was a big dreamer. Unfortunately, his dreams usually involved me or my sister. After a trip to Florida, he thought it would be wonderful if I got an airbrush and headed down to some nice sunny beach and set up a t-shirt hut and airbrushed t-shirts. Never mind that I had not ever used an airbrush before or that I don’t do sunny beaches with my fair skinned self. I did get an airbrush and I did do t-shirts for a while but not on a beach. He thought using the airbrush was a piece of cake until the day I handed it to him and said ‘Have at it Pop!’
He handed it back to me after a few sprays. Now, I have to hand it to him. He never did say he couldn’t do it. He just told me that I was better at it than he was and it did take a certain amount of control. If he hadn’t come up with the harebrained idea, I probably never would have learned to use that tool. I still have my first airbrushes and I use them on most of my really detailed watercolors. If he had not challenged me, I might not have learned that skill nor grown as an artist.
I credit my Mom for my continued need to learn constantly. Mom loves crossword puzzles and word searches. I don’t dare touch her daily paper without seeing it is turned to the crossword. Sometimes I offer to help but only if I see that she is totally stumped and believe me, that is not very often. She had been known to call me at strange hours wanting to know what ten letter word for jack of all trades and master of none might be. Uh, try dilettante.
I am very blessed to know that I came from two such creative parents and that they encouraged my sister and me to be creative. They also told us that we could do anything that we set our minds to. I think both of us are still wondering just what we will be when we ‘grow up’.
"Creativity is essentially a lonely art. An even lonelier struggle. To some a blessing. To others a curse. It is in reality the ability to reach inside yourself and drag forth from your very soul an idea."-- Lou Dorfsman
March 10th MH article
March 10, 2008
Vonda Tedford-Keon
I’ve started and stopped and deleted this article several times and it has to do with my
mindset. My family, or rather my daughters and I, has recently been the target of some
rather hate filled and threatening comments and e-mail because we are Catholic. The
anonymous person or persons that have made the threats and comments, are very close
minded individuals. I suspect they will be in for a rather unpleasant surprise when they
leave the confines of their sheltered lives here in rural Calhoun County and enter the
hallowed halls of liberal arts education at Ole Miss or MSU or any other place of higher
learning. They will find themselves going to classes and living and eating with people of
other races and other nationalities. They will experience different cultures and find out
that Gays and Lesbians are not all flamboyant and in your face. Their professors will be
Asian or Arab, Christian or Jewish and quite possibly Atheist. The days of intolerance
should be long gone but unfortunately there are those in every generation that still
pass on ‘ism’s.
I have decided to use my column as a venue to try and dispel any of the myths
about my Catholic faith. The image most people have of Catholics come from movies
and television and books or the urban legend of your friend who had an aunt who had a
friend that knew someone that used to be married to someone whose mother they thought
was a catholic. They are always in the mafia, or a drunk Irish cop, or a singing nun
wearing a habit, or the priest doing an exorcism. Well, you can’t judge a Catholic by the
cover.
Here is the least you need to know about Catholics. #1. The Catholic Church is
the largest single denomination of the Christian faiths. #2. Catholics are Christians.
#3. Catholics do have Bibles and yes we do read them and the Bible is preached and
taught from at each service. #4. There is much diversity of thought within the Catholic
religion. #5. Outreach, Charity and Social Justice are central to Catholicism.
The word catholic was first used by Ignatius of Antioch around the year 110AD.
It means universal or whole. Ignatius was suggesting that the Christian church should be
one body just as it was when Christ walked on earth and his followers were one. Then
Augustine, a church theologian in the 400’s used the word Catholic to mean all
membership, everywhere as one church. Today the term Catholic refers to the fact that
this religion/denomination teaches the same doctrine everywhere and it includes all
classes of all people. The Catholic Church includes many nationalities and exists in
almost every country of the world. There is no such thing as a typical Catholic. We are a
cultural mixing bowl of color, music, art, dance, and tradition. Nearly one in five people
inhabiting the earth are Catholic.
Catholics daily find nourishment and strength from the Bible. The Catholic Bible
contains both the Hebrew Scriptures (or Old Testament) as well as the Christian
Scriptures (or the New Testament) as one book. The sacred Scriptures are the inspired
word of God. God is Author of the Bible because he inspired the human authors. There
are 46 books of the Old Testament and 27 books of the New Testament in the Catholic
Bible. The four Gospels occupy a central place in the Bible because Christ is their focus.
The unity of the two testaments reveals the whole of God’s plan for man. We believe
that Jesus is our Lord and Savior just as do our Protestant brothers and sisters.
I hope that the day will come when people can sit and talk with each other and
not have to face prejudice because of what religion they happen to follow. I pray for the
day when people of all faiths can actually work together for the common good and
help each other instead of holding back because of a difference of worship style. I pray
the day will arrive when people will care enough to find out that among the Christian
denominations, we all may have different ways of prayer and worship but we ALL share
the common thread that is Jesus Christ is our Savior.
To Be Continued……….
Vonda Tedford-Keon
I’ve started and stopped and deleted this article several times and it has to do with my
mindset. My family, or rather my daughters and I, has recently been the target of some
rather hate filled and threatening comments and e-mail because we are Catholic. The
anonymous person or persons that have made the threats and comments, are very close
minded individuals. I suspect they will be in for a rather unpleasant surprise when they
leave the confines of their sheltered lives here in rural Calhoun County and enter the
hallowed halls of liberal arts education at Ole Miss or MSU or any other place of higher
learning. They will find themselves going to classes and living and eating with people of
other races and other nationalities. They will experience different cultures and find out
that Gays and Lesbians are not all flamboyant and in your face. Their professors will be
Asian or Arab, Christian or Jewish and quite possibly Atheist. The days of intolerance
should be long gone but unfortunately there are those in every generation that still
pass on ‘ism’s.
I have decided to use my column as a venue to try and dispel any of the myths
about my Catholic faith. The image most people have of Catholics come from movies
and television and books or the urban legend of your friend who had an aunt who had a
friend that knew someone that used to be married to someone whose mother they thought
was a catholic. They are always in the mafia, or a drunk Irish cop, or a singing nun
wearing a habit, or the priest doing an exorcism. Well, you can’t judge a Catholic by the
cover.
Here is the least you need to know about Catholics. #1. The Catholic Church is
the largest single denomination of the Christian faiths. #2. Catholics are Christians.
#3. Catholics do have Bibles and yes we do read them and the Bible is preached and
taught from at each service. #4. There is much diversity of thought within the Catholic
religion. #5. Outreach, Charity and Social Justice are central to Catholicism.
The word catholic was first used by Ignatius of Antioch around the year 110AD.
It means universal or whole. Ignatius was suggesting that the Christian church should be
one body just as it was when Christ walked on earth and his followers were one. Then
Augustine, a church theologian in the 400’s used the word Catholic to mean all
membership, everywhere as one church. Today the term Catholic refers to the fact that
this religion/denomination teaches the same doctrine everywhere and it includes all
classes of all people. The Catholic Church includes many nationalities and exists in
almost every country of the world. There is no such thing as a typical Catholic. We are a
cultural mixing bowl of color, music, art, dance, and tradition. Nearly one in five people
inhabiting the earth are Catholic.
Catholics daily find nourishment and strength from the Bible. The Catholic Bible
contains both the Hebrew Scriptures (or Old Testament) as well as the Christian
Scriptures (or the New Testament) as one book. The sacred Scriptures are the inspired
word of God. God is Author of the Bible because he inspired the human authors. There
are 46 books of the Old Testament and 27 books of the New Testament in the Catholic
Bible. The four Gospels occupy a central place in the Bible because Christ is their focus.
The unity of the two testaments reveals the whole of God’s plan for man. We believe
that Jesus is our Lord and Savior just as do our Protestant brothers and sisters.
I hope that the day will come when people can sit and talk with each other and
not have to face prejudice because of what religion they happen to follow. I pray for the
day when people of all faiths can actually work together for the common good and
help each other instead of holding back because of a difference of worship style. I pray
the day will arrive when people will care enough to find out that among the Christian
denominations, we all may have different ways of prayer and worship but we ALL share
the common thread that is Jesus Christ is our Savior.
To Be Continued……….
Homecoming at MUW April 2008
I took a stroll down Memory Lane over the weekend. It was Homecoming at MUW. The whole family went with me. Erin Michelle went because she just likes to go; Ariel went because she was meeting up her new friends to play some racquet ball and Scott went along for the ride because he wanted to see where our oldest daughter would be living and attending school in the fall. It was great to line up with my former classmates of the 70's and join all the other alums from 1930 through 2007 and march into the auditorium that we all graduated in. The girls and Scott, as well as other alum's family members, saw a huge group of women and a few smart men that had a camaraderie you don't see in too many colleges. I can remember my first year at the W and it was Homecoming weekend. I could not for the life of me see how there could be a homecoming without a football game. After my four years of study at that school I understood. Homecoming wasn't about a football game, it was about getting back together with all of your old buddies and keeping the friendships alive.
Ariel took off after our picnic lunch to meet up with her new friends at the Stark Recreation Center to learn to play racquet ball. Scott and Erin and I went to tour the Culinary Arts Department where Erin has shown an interest in studying. Since she was 4 years old, she has always said that she wanted to be a chef. But lately she is thinking early childhood education. She is now trying to figure out how to do both. After some wonderful desserts and tea in the Culinary Arts Department, we ventured to the Fine Arts Department, my old stomping grounds, to see the graduating senior's art exhibition. One of my 'old' professors, Mr. Nawrocki was there. I discovered he wasn't much older than me. In fact, my freshman year was his first year of teaching. He is a lot more chatty now than he was then. He did remember me. Not because I was a standout in his particular discipline though. It was more along the lines of, I was one of the Art Majors that was on probation one year because, in our Figure Drawing course we were, GASP! SHOCK!, drawing nudes. Well, how else do you learn how to draw the human body if you don't do nudes? I can tell you it was quite the scandal in 1972. For two long years we were to only draw figures in bathing suits. At least that is what the administration saw. We kept the nudes under wraps, pun intended. Nawrocki and I laughed as we recounted the story to the ones that were in the gallery listening to us.
My college days saw me start to school going to Mississippi State College for Women in 1971 and then the name changed in 1974 and I graduated from Mississippi University for Women. It is quite likely that the same type of thing will happen to my daughter Ariel. She will start this fall to MUW and since they now admit men (since 1982!) another name change is looming on the horizon. When Erin Michelle gets there in 3 years, she will probably start in with the new name.
The campus is still the same yet it has seen some changes. The Fine Arts Department was damaged by a tornado 8 years ago and it is finally being restored and will reopen October 31 of this year. Ariel will be majoring in Theatre, so she really will be roaming in my footsteps because, Fine Arts also has encompasses the Performing Arts and is taught in the same building now. As she begins making her memories, mine are going to increase too.
My darling little niece Bella is making sweet memories for my sister Lisa. Bella has a cute way of saying things that I have dubbed 'Bella-isms'. Last week she was saying "I'll be there in a jippy!". She also was reading a book and one of the characters in the book was a detective but she kept saying '"tective". The De just couldn't come out. She is a mischievous little girl too. They were sitting out under the big oak tree in their yard having a picnic and Lisa noticed a lime green glow in the tail pipe of her car. As she investigated, lo and behold, it was a bright green plastic Easter Egg that little Bella had shoved in there. When questioned about it, Bella thoughtfully said 'uh huh, I did it.' Johnny tried to get it out but it was just too far in there to reach so he told Lisa and Bella to stand back while he started the car. They did not know what to expect. As the engine started and ran for a very little while, the egg started quivering and it turned around and all of a sudden, POW! out the pipe it shot. Bella dissolved into a fit of laughter at the sight of that flying lime green Easter egg. I think that sight will live a long time in her memory and one day she will walk down memory lane with her Mom and they will enjoy the laughter as they re-live that particular Sunday afternoon, sitting under the oak tree at the top of the hill.
Ariel took off after our picnic lunch to meet up with her new friends at the Stark Recreation Center to learn to play racquet ball. Scott and Erin and I went to tour the Culinary Arts Department where Erin has shown an interest in studying. Since she was 4 years old, she has always said that she wanted to be a chef. But lately she is thinking early childhood education. She is now trying to figure out how to do both. After some wonderful desserts and tea in the Culinary Arts Department, we ventured to the Fine Arts Department, my old stomping grounds, to see the graduating senior's art exhibition. One of my 'old' professors, Mr. Nawrocki was there. I discovered he wasn't much older than me. In fact, my freshman year was his first year of teaching. He is a lot more chatty now than he was then. He did remember me. Not because I was a standout in his particular discipline though. It was more along the lines of, I was one of the Art Majors that was on probation one year because, in our Figure Drawing course we were, GASP! SHOCK!, drawing nudes. Well, how else do you learn how to draw the human body if you don't do nudes? I can tell you it was quite the scandal in 1972. For two long years we were to only draw figures in bathing suits. At least that is what the administration saw. We kept the nudes under wraps, pun intended. Nawrocki and I laughed as we recounted the story to the ones that were in the gallery listening to us.
My college days saw me start to school going to Mississippi State College for Women in 1971 and then the name changed in 1974 and I graduated from Mississippi University for Women. It is quite likely that the same type of thing will happen to my daughter Ariel. She will start this fall to MUW and since they now admit men (since 1982!) another name change is looming on the horizon. When Erin Michelle gets there in 3 years, she will probably start in with the new name.
The campus is still the same yet it has seen some changes. The Fine Arts Department was damaged by a tornado 8 years ago and it is finally being restored and will reopen October 31 of this year. Ariel will be majoring in Theatre, so she really will be roaming in my footsteps because, Fine Arts also has encompasses the Performing Arts and is taught in the same building now. As she begins making her memories, mine are going to increase too.
My darling little niece Bella is making sweet memories for my sister Lisa. Bella has a cute way of saying things that I have dubbed 'Bella-isms'. Last week she was saying "I'll be there in a jippy!". She also was reading a book and one of the characters in the book was a detective but she kept saying '"tective". The De just couldn't come out. She is a mischievous little girl too. They were sitting out under the big oak tree in their yard having a picnic and Lisa noticed a lime green glow in the tail pipe of her car. As she investigated, lo and behold, it was a bright green plastic Easter Egg that little Bella had shoved in there. When questioned about it, Bella thoughtfully said 'uh huh, I did it.' Johnny tried to get it out but it was just too far in there to reach so he told Lisa and Bella to stand back while he started the car. They did not know what to expect. As the engine started and ran for a very little while, the egg started quivering and it turned around and all of a sudden, POW! out the pipe it shot. Bella dissolved into a fit of laughter at the sight of that flying lime green Easter egg. I think that sight will live a long time in her memory and one day she will walk down memory lane with her Mom and they will enjoy the laughter as they re-live that particular Sunday afternoon, sitting under the oak tree at the top of the hill.
Dandelions and High School Seniors
May 5, 2008
I’m going to wax poetic for a little bit. It occurred to me last week, as I was driving to work, that life is at times like a dandelion ‘puff’. Do you remember when you were a kid and you would see the dandelion puffs in the yard and you would grab one and give it a blow and those seeds just scattered where ever the breeze would carry them. As children we didn’t realize that we were spreading the seeds of a weed and if the truth be known, we didn’t care. It was pretty and those little seeds could really fly a long way only to come back to earth and plant its self so that a new plant would grow and the cycle would continue.
I’ve been scattered quite a few times. People that have blown in and out of my life or drifted in and out come to mind. Sometimes I will suddenly think of someone I knew when I was in kindergarten in California, or I will recall something that occurred during my college days. Watching TV or listening to radio will stir up memories of people that have long ago moved on. Sometimes it’s just faces that I recall and other times I recall a name but can’t pull up a face. Sometimes it’s family members that have passed on. Sometimes it is friends that get scattered.
I learned a couple of weeks ago that one of my newer friends had been offered a plum that she richly deserves. There are many reasons why I will hate to see her move on but I understand completely about advancement in the job market. It has just been so nice to work with a fellow creative person whose “pallet may seem to be a couple of bricks shy of a load” like I’ve been accused of. Another person just drifting through my life.
I look at the graduating seniors this year and those little dandelions are about to get scattered all over the place. They are scrambling to finish their tests and get their invitations mailed out and put the finishing touches on college applications and scholarships. I’ve been caught up in that whirlwind with my daughter as she goes here and there, writing this essay and making that interview. She worked hard during the 10 years I home schooled her and these last 2 years in public school. There were times during those 10 years that I would start doubting myself and my ability, but as I see the accomplishments that she has made, I know that I gave her a strong educational background. Would I make the same decision to homeschool if I had it to do over again? In a heart beat I surely would.
Now back to those dandelions. I called them a weed but to some folks they aren’t. The dandelion is a pretty versatile plant. The bright green new leaves are good for making a fresh salad from. You can make Dandelion wine from the bright yellow blossoms. You can make a ‘tonic’ from the leaves that is a natural diuretic. A little of that tonic will ‘clean out’ the old system! You can even make syrup from the blossoms for your pancakes. Roasting the roots and grinding them up made a coffee substitute. There is a lot of good in the common old dandelion, so it’s a good thing that it’s pretty little puff balls get blown to the 4 corners of the earth. Our kids are getting ready to be scattered like those dandelion seeds. Come graduation night, they will grab that prized diploma and toss that mortar board up in the air and then its off to new destinations and new experiences. There is going to always be something new on the horizon as they drift around and then settle to earth. It’s a very uncertain world that we are turning over to our kids. Let’s just hope and pray that they will be better stewards of it than the past generations have been.
I’m going to wax poetic for a little bit. It occurred to me last week, as I was driving to work, that life is at times like a dandelion ‘puff’. Do you remember when you were a kid and you would see the dandelion puffs in the yard and you would grab one and give it a blow and those seeds just scattered where ever the breeze would carry them. As children we didn’t realize that we were spreading the seeds of a weed and if the truth be known, we didn’t care. It was pretty and those little seeds could really fly a long way only to come back to earth and plant its self so that a new plant would grow and the cycle would continue.
I’ve been scattered quite a few times. People that have blown in and out of my life or drifted in and out come to mind. Sometimes I will suddenly think of someone I knew when I was in kindergarten in California, or I will recall something that occurred during my college days. Watching TV or listening to radio will stir up memories of people that have long ago moved on. Sometimes it’s just faces that I recall and other times I recall a name but can’t pull up a face. Sometimes it’s family members that have passed on. Sometimes it is friends that get scattered.
I learned a couple of weeks ago that one of my newer friends had been offered a plum that she richly deserves. There are many reasons why I will hate to see her move on but I understand completely about advancement in the job market. It has just been so nice to work with a fellow creative person whose “pallet may seem to be a couple of bricks shy of a load” like I’ve been accused of. Another person just drifting through my life.
I look at the graduating seniors this year and those little dandelions are about to get scattered all over the place. They are scrambling to finish their tests and get their invitations mailed out and put the finishing touches on college applications and scholarships. I’ve been caught up in that whirlwind with my daughter as she goes here and there, writing this essay and making that interview. She worked hard during the 10 years I home schooled her and these last 2 years in public school. There were times during those 10 years that I would start doubting myself and my ability, but as I see the accomplishments that she has made, I know that I gave her a strong educational background. Would I make the same decision to homeschool if I had it to do over again? In a heart beat I surely would.
Now back to those dandelions. I called them a weed but to some folks they aren’t. The dandelion is a pretty versatile plant. The bright green new leaves are good for making a fresh salad from. You can make Dandelion wine from the bright yellow blossoms. You can make a ‘tonic’ from the leaves that is a natural diuretic. A little of that tonic will ‘clean out’ the old system! You can even make syrup from the blossoms for your pancakes. Roasting the roots and grinding them up made a coffee substitute. There is a lot of good in the common old dandelion, so it’s a good thing that it’s pretty little puff balls get blown to the 4 corners of the earth. Our kids are getting ready to be scattered like those dandelion seeds. Come graduation night, they will grab that prized diploma and toss that mortar board up in the air and then its off to new destinations and new experiences. There is going to always be something new on the horizon as they drift around and then settle to earth. It’s a very uncertain world that we are turning over to our kids. Let’s just hope and pray that they will be better stewards of it than the past generations have been.
the Week of March 31, 2008 MH article
Week of March 31, 2008
Last week was a busy one and I must truthfully say that I am most content when I am busy. I absolutely cannot handle just sitting around doing nothing. Oh believe me, I like to take a break and sit just as much as anyone, but I can’t do it for extended periods of time and be idle. I have to be busy doing something.
At work, I spend the majority of my time staring at my computer screen as I review page after page after page of what sometimes seems like endless amounts of information. For that I have to sit but I am busy. When I study I have to sit, but my mind is busy and usually so are my fingers because they are busy typing a paper. I can’t even watch television without ‘doing’ something. I am usually doing two things while the television is on. I watch American Idol and cook supper. I watch CSI Miami and fold towels. I watch CSI Las Vegas and attempt to straighten my desk. Or I draw or paint something while keeping one eye on the television and another on what I am working on.
The time is rapidly approaching when I will be finished with my final Theology paper and then I can start reading books again. I have stacks of them just waiting for me. I miss my favorite authors like Clive Cussler and Daniel Silva and Patricia Cornwell and Tim Dorsey. I did break from my traditional reading fare this year and I joined a Reading Club in Tupelo at my old parish of St. James. Once a month we have gotten together and discussed some wonderful books and Authors. The first author was Flannery O’Connor and her story Revelation. The next book was Willa Cather and Death Comes to the Archbishop. The April selection is Alice McDermott’s Charming Billy. They are all books I probably never would have picked up if not for the book club. Now I want to read more of those authors’ works and maybe even start a local book club. If you are interested let me know. Tell Mack or Debbie and they will tell me.
Last Thursday, the BHS Forensics Team made their last trek of the year to Jackson for competition. The four qualifying team members, their sponsor and coach, Mrs. Movitz and I loaded up the white whale of a van and headed south. The team had to sign in at 8 AM on Friday morning so we went down Thursday evening so they could be well rested and ready for the mock Congress. While the team was in Congress, I had nothing to do for five hours so I thought I would drive across the street to a Barnes and Noble bookstore I had seen at a new shopping center just a stones throw from the host school. It was just pure bliss. Inside was the pre-requisite coffee shop where I got a much needed cup of coffee made to my specifications and then I just walked around and browsed through the thousands of books. If the Publishers Clearing House people ever draw my name, you can rest assured that I would spend a huge chunk on books.
The Forensics Team gave it their all and they were competing against some cut throat teams from schools all over the state. Mrs. Movitz and I were judges for the debate portion of the competition. I came away from the teams that I judged thinking I didn’t want to get into an argument with any of those budding politicians. Most were poised and confident and very well versed in the subject they were debating and some were just ‘fluffers’. By and large it was a great experience for all of us. Ariel and Dustin broke to the 3rd round finals. We had our fingers crossed for the prize of going to compete in Las Vegas but alas, it was not to be. They had some pretty stiff competition. Now we just want to get the score sheets and read the comments written by the team that judged them.
While we were down in Jackson, we ate at P.F. Chang’s China Bistro. It was a great dining experience with chop sticks. The food was excellent and nothing like some of the china buffets that we are used to in this part of the state. Trust me on this one. We all ordered different dishes and shared so that we could all get a taste of everything. It was good and extremely affordable and was in a very elegant setting. I loved the lettuce wraps and as soon as I can find all the ingredients, I am whipping those up for supper.
The trip back home was uneventful. The three young men snoozed all the way home, Ariel played co-pilot and watched traffic for me while Mrs. Movitz was quietly figuring out her strategy for next years Forensics Team.
When Ariel and I arrived at home, we were greeted with the sight of a cute, cuddly four legged puppy on a leash. There stood my grinning husband and second daughter. “Look what we have! He was free to a good home and he was the prettiest of the litter.” From the looks of his feet he is going to be the size of a moose too! So I think I now have an exercise companion. Since I always have to be busy, I believe that young Tucker, as he has been named, will soon be dragging me through the streets of East Bruce helping me to drop some of this excess weight I am carting around. After walking him a few times I may just finally learn to sit and do nothing except to breath.
Last week was a busy one and I must truthfully say that I am most content when I am busy. I absolutely cannot handle just sitting around doing nothing. Oh believe me, I like to take a break and sit just as much as anyone, but I can’t do it for extended periods of time and be idle. I have to be busy doing something.
At work, I spend the majority of my time staring at my computer screen as I review page after page after page of what sometimes seems like endless amounts of information. For that I have to sit but I am busy. When I study I have to sit, but my mind is busy and usually so are my fingers because they are busy typing a paper. I can’t even watch television without ‘doing’ something. I am usually doing two things while the television is on. I watch American Idol and cook supper. I watch CSI Miami and fold towels. I watch CSI Las Vegas and attempt to straighten my desk. Or I draw or paint something while keeping one eye on the television and another on what I am working on.
The time is rapidly approaching when I will be finished with my final Theology paper and then I can start reading books again. I have stacks of them just waiting for me. I miss my favorite authors like Clive Cussler and Daniel Silva and Patricia Cornwell and Tim Dorsey. I did break from my traditional reading fare this year and I joined a Reading Club in Tupelo at my old parish of St. James. Once a month we have gotten together and discussed some wonderful books and Authors. The first author was Flannery O’Connor and her story Revelation. The next book was Willa Cather and Death Comes to the Archbishop. The April selection is Alice McDermott’s Charming Billy. They are all books I probably never would have picked up if not for the book club. Now I want to read more of those authors’ works and maybe even start a local book club. If you are interested let me know. Tell Mack or Debbie and they will tell me.
Last Thursday, the BHS Forensics Team made their last trek of the year to Jackson for competition. The four qualifying team members, their sponsor and coach, Mrs. Movitz and I loaded up the white whale of a van and headed south. The team had to sign in at 8 AM on Friday morning so we went down Thursday evening so they could be well rested and ready for the mock Congress. While the team was in Congress, I had nothing to do for five hours so I thought I would drive across the street to a Barnes and Noble bookstore I had seen at a new shopping center just a stones throw from the host school. It was just pure bliss. Inside was the pre-requisite coffee shop where I got a much needed cup of coffee made to my specifications and then I just walked around and browsed through the thousands of books. If the Publishers Clearing House people ever draw my name, you can rest assured that I would spend a huge chunk on books.
The Forensics Team gave it their all and they were competing against some cut throat teams from schools all over the state. Mrs. Movitz and I were judges for the debate portion of the competition. I came away from the teams that I judged thinking I didn’t want to get into an argument with any of those budding politicians. Most were poised and confident and very well versed in the subject they were debating and some were just ‘fluffers’. By and large it was a great experience for all of us. Ariel and Dustin broke to the 3rd round finals. We had our fingers crossed for the prize of going to compete in Las Vegas but alas, it was not to be. They had some pretty stiff competition. Now we just want to get the score sheets and read the comments written by the team that judged them.
While we were down in Jackson, we ate at P.F. Chang’s China Bistro. It was a great dining experience with chop sticks. The food was excellent and nothing like some of the china buffets that we are used to in this part of the state. Trust me on this one. We all ordered different dishes and shared so that we could all get a taste of everything. It was good and extremely affordable and was in a very elegant setting. I loved the lettuce wraps and as soon as I can find all the ingredients, I am whipping those up for supper.
The trip back home was uneventful. The three young men snoozed all the way home, Ariel played co-pilot and watched traffic for me while Mrs. Movitz was quietly figuring out her strategy for next years Forensics Team.
When Ariel and I arrived at home, we were greeted with the sight of a cute, cuddly four legged puppy on a leash. There stood my grinning husband and second daughter. “Look what we have! He was free to a good home and he was the prettiest of the litter.” From the looks of his feet he is going to be the size of a moose too! So I think I now have an exercise companion. Since I always have to be busy, I believe that young Tucker, as he has been named, will soon be dragging me through the streets of East Bruce helping me to drop some of this excess weight I am carting around. After walking him a few times I may just finally learn to sit and do nothing except to breath.
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