The Classics

Easter 2011-July 2011 098

Nov.-Dec. 2011 002

Nov.-Dec. 2011 075

Martins, Alan, Chili, Camping 003

Martins, Alan, Chili, Camping 138

Martins, Alan, Chili, Camping 218

Martins, Alan, Chili, Camping 226

Hiawassee-Brasstown Bald 020

Hiawassee-Brasstown Bald 037

Hiawassee-Brasstown Bald 034

Monarita Raging Burrito

Hiawassee-Brasstown Bald 040

Hiawassee-Brasstown Bald 055




Charleston, Coke, Melissa 093

Charleston, Coke, Melissa 147

Charleston, Coke, Melissa 230

Oct 10-Mar 11 399

Oct 10-Mar 11 333

Oct 10-Mar 11 326

Oct 10-Mar 11 330

Summer 2010 003

Summer 2010 022

Summer 2010 100

Summer 2010 101

Summer 2010 127

Summer 2010 164

Summer 2010 192

To be read at my funeral (although I’m not ready to die!)

If-By Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you

Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,

But make allowance for their doubting too:

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,

Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,

Or being hated don’t give way to hating,

And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;

If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim,

If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster

And treat those two impostors just the same:

If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken

Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,

Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,

And stoop and build’em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings

And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,

And lose, and start again at your beginnings,

And never breathe a word about your loss:

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew

To serve your turn long after they are gone,

And so hold on when there is nothing in you

Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,

Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,

If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,

If all men count with you, but none too much:

If you can fill the unforgiving minute

With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,

Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,

And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

The Arrow and the Song-Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

I shot an arrow into the air,

It fell to earth, I knew not where;

For, so swiftly it flew, the sight

Could not follow it in its flight.

I breathed a song into the air,

It fell to earth, I knew not where;

For who has sight so keen and strong,
That it can follow the flight of song?

Long, long afterward, in an oak

I found the arrow, still unbroken;

And the song, from beginning to end,

I found again in the heart of a friend.

Drop a Pebble in the Water-James W. Foley

Drop a pebble in the water:

Just a splash, and it is gone;

But there’s half-a-hundred ripples

Circling on and on and on,

Spreading, spreading from the center,

Flowing on out to the sea.

And there is no way of telling

Where the end is going to be.

Drop a pebble in the water;

In a minute you forget,

But there’s little waves a-flowing,

And there’s ripples circling yet,

And those little waves a-flowing

To a great big wave have grown;

You’ve disturbed a mighty river

Just by dropping in a stone.

Drop an unkind word, or careless:

In a minute it is gone;

But there’s half –a-hundred ripples

Circling on and on and on.

They keep spreading, spreading, spreading

From the center as they go,

And there is no way to stop them,

Once you’ve started them to flow.

Drop an unkind word, or careless:

In a minute you forget;

But there’s ripples circling yet,

And perhaps in some sad heart

A mighty wave of tears you’ve stirred,

And disturbed a life was happy

Ere you dropped that unkind word.

Drop a word of cheer and kindness:

Just a flash and it is gone;

But there’s half a hundred ripples

Circling on and on and on,

Bearing hope and joy and comfort

On each splashing, dashing wave

Till you wouldn’t believe the volume

Of the one kind word you gave.

Drop a word of cheer and kindness:

In a minute you forget;

But there’s gladness still a-swelling,

And there’s joy circling yet,

And you’ve rolled a wave of comfort

Whose sweet music can be heard

Over miles and miles of water

Just by dropping one kind word.

Like I said, Ms. Pollard was a good teacher. We had to do a project in ninth grade where we found poems for various circumstances and had to write our own. I used my parent’s collection of “Great Works” and they shared their favorites with me and I discovered some of my own. The poem I wrote was about wishes. I no longer have it, but if I could remember correctly, it rivaled the classics:) I tried to draw a wishbone on the cover to illustrate my paper, but my boyfriend at the time erased it and drew one for me that was better. I think various other people in my life erased it to try to draw the perfect one and make a wish. I hope that Goodwill or whoever has it now, has protected and treasured those words of poetry passed down from my family to me and will pass it down to the next generation.


The Reasons Why

The Loom of Time-Author Unknown

Man’s life is laid in the loom of time
To a pattern he does not see,
While the weavers work and the shuttles fly
Till the dawn of eternity.

Some shuttles are filled with silver threads
And some with threads of gold,
While often but the darker hues
Are all that they may hold.

But the weaver watches with skillfull eye
Each shuttle fly to and fro,
And sees the pattern so deftly wrought
As the loom moves sure and slow.

God surely planned the pattern:
Each thread, the dark and fair,
Is chosen by His master skill
And placed in the web with care.

He only knows its beauty,
And guides the shuttles which hold
The threads so unattractive,
As well as the threads of gold.

Not till each loom is silent,
And the shuttles cease to fly,
Shall God reveal the pattern
And explain the reason why

The dark threads were as needful
In the weaver’s skillful hand
As the threads of gold and silver
For the pattern which He planned.

A man’s greatest strength develops at the point where he overcomes his greatest weakness.
Elmer G. Letterman

Success is how high you bounce when you hit bottom.
General George Patton

Thank you to and for my parents for all they do and have done for me. Sometimes I get really angry with them, but I do love them, and know they have my best interest at heart.

Don’t Want to Miss a Thing-Aerosmith

I could stay awake just to hear you breathing, watch you smile while you are sleeping , while you’re far away and dreaming. I could spend my life in this sweet surrender. I could stay lost in this moment forever. Every moment spent with you is a moment I treasure.

I don’t want to close my eyes, I don’t want to fall asleep, cuz I’d miss you Baby and I don’t want to miss a thing. Cuz even when I dream of you, the sweetest dream would never do, I’d still miss you Babe and I don’t want to miss a thing.

Lying close to you, feeling your heart beating and I’m wondering what you’re dreaming, wondering  if it’s me that you are seeing. Then I kiss your eyes and thank God we’re together, and I just want to stay with you in this moment forever, forever & ever.

I don’t want to close my eyes, I don’t want to fall asleep, cuz I’d miss you Baby and I don’t want to miss a thing. Cuz even when I dream of you, the sweetest dream would never do, I’d still miss you Baby and I don’t want to miss a thing.

I don’t want to miss one smile, I don’t want to miss one kiss. I just want to be with you right here just like this. I just want to hold you close and feel your heart so close to mine, and just stay here  right in this moment for all the rest of time.

I don’t want to close my eyes, I don’t want to fall asleep, cuz I’d miss you Baby and I don’t want to miss a thing. Cuz even when I dream of you, the sweetest dream would never do, I’d still miss you Babe and I don’t want to miss a thing.

I don’t  want to close my eyes. I don’t want to fall asleep, cuz I’d miss you baby, and I don’t want to miss a thing.

Cuz even when I dream of you, the sweetest dream will never do, I STILL miss you babe, and I don’t want to miss a thing.

Chasing Liberty

I love the movie Chasing Liberty with Matthew Goode and Mandy Moore. I guess I’m still a big kid because I love movies with young people. People that age are so full of life & they make me happy and keep me young. In Chasing Liberty, Matthew Goode talks about his mother wanting his father to make the “grand gesture.” He did not, but Mandy Moore does. I feel like I have made the grand gesture. I don’t know what else I can do but sit back and relax and “let the chips fall where they may.” (She’s the Man is another good movie!)  I pray my cards and letters will find their way to my friends and family. I want to take them to Bethlehem something I used to try to do every year to have them post marked from Jesus’ birthplace for Christmas. However, this year I am late, due to various circumstances, but it’s not too late to start 2013 off right.

What kind of bird would Atilla the Hun be?

My mother’s ancestors are descendants of Atilla the Hun and my father’s side have Viking lineage. My mom doesn’t like it when I play favorites, but I love to ask the question to find out what people think because it’s very revealing about what kind of person they are.  For example, my first instinct was dove, then I thought maybe a swan or seagull. My friend’s mom would have liked to have been a cardinal, my brother and his wife may like to be blue birds but I’m not sure. I’d really like to be an American Bald Eagle or a California Condor because they have come back from the brink of extinction, but really, if it came down to it, I would most prefer to be a Phoenix.

I am from Atlanta which is like the Phoenix because it rises out of the ashes. There’s even a statue in Woodruff Park to mark it. Atlanta was rebuilt after the Civil War and has become a great industrial city. Many say that Sherman burned it down, but according to my history books, Atlanta citizens burned Atlanta down and sabotaged the railroad system as Sherman was approaching to prevent Sherman from getting the good stuff. Sherman torched the hell out of Georgia, but the people of Savannah stopped him by opening the city to him to save the good stuff.

I like finding good stuff and I think I’m pretty good at it. For example, I found some really great gifts at a mom and pop store called the Good Stuff here in Norcross, a suburb of Atlanta. I like the Kenney Chesney song ‘Good Stuff’.

One high school friend on Facebook said she would be Big Bird but that may be because she was tired and slap happy from Christmas. My good friend from college, Christy, said she would be a Dove because they represent Love.  They also represent peace.  I’m not sure I could be a dove, though, because of the James Bond movie “For Your Eyes Only”. That is my favorite James Bond movie, because  it is one of the first I remember seeing at a theater in Athens, Georgia. We also saw Indiana Jones movies in Athens, where I learned it was OK to cuss sometimes if the situation warranted it.

My friend Peggy would be a Hawk. I can see that in her. I asked what kind of hawk and she said “A Red Tailed Hawk.” She also said she would like to be a Mocking Bird or a Sparrow.  We discussed whether you hear mocking birds when someone dies like her friend Robin or if you see sparrows when someone is being born or vice versa but neither of us remembered.

A teacher in primary school had us color pictures of birds and bound them in our very own bird books. I painted some really good pictures. I love to color and if that had to be my job, I would be the best colorer I could be, but I’d rather be the teacher. I can’t remember much about my bird book (I no longer have it), but I do remember the Red Wing Blackbird.

The Norcross Artfest had  a blackbird on their T-shirt this year and everyone was trying to figure out what kind of bird it was because it had hot pink around the feathers. I wasn’t sure if I wanted it because it first reminded me of a crow, or a vulture, or a buzzard, and I didn’t really want to wear that, but then I thought  maybe the bird was a Raven. I could go with that. I like Edgar Allen Poe, and even got to see his dorm at the University of Virginia on an Honors trip to Washington, D.C. For Troy’s sake, I’m proud to wear the T-shirt which I purchased because I like art. I like what it stands for, I like the picture and the visual effect, and I like the memory of the plumber who gave me a free rubber ducky. I also like it, because I found a good dog, cat, flowers, & hearts clay pieces/magnets that I purchased for Christmas gifts even though it was October.

And now, my song comes on that I wanted to listen to. I was listening to the radio and the River played Bon Jovi’s “Little Runaway.” I got that CD for Christmas one year. I often go straight for what I want, but I tried to show restraint and took the songs in order because there are a lot of good songs. Now, here we are on a “Bed of Roses”.


Tom Berenger

Dec. 2011-Mar. 2012 094A few nights ago, I was passing the time by listening to records. I have a lot of music, but rarely listen to it because when I do, I do for hours on end. When I gave things away, I ended up having slight givers’ remorse, and went back to see if I could buy back some of my things. There wasn’t much left and the few things that were, I couldn’t afford; however, my old 45s & LPs collection for the most part was still intact.  I bought back as many as I could that I truly liked. One album that I had forgotten was gone, was my “Eddie and the Cruisers” soundtrack. I love the music and the movie. I didn’t remember that my friend Tanya liked it too, and that I had also given her an album for her to own. She did a very kind thing, and gave me back the one I had given her so I could have it. If I remember correctly, later I found the CD and gave that to her. How do we forget such special acts of kindness?

I have a thing for Tom Berenger. When looking at the back side of the album cover, I realized that he is in that movie, and that is probably where my crush developed. He is much older than I,  but like him, Jeff Bridges, and Paul Newman, I think they were the sexiest men alive.

Tom Berenger, I bought the Sniper trilogy prior to finding “Eddie and the Cruisers” again and will love watching you in it.