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Born on April 6, 1954 in Lowville, he was a son of Arnold D. and Irene E. Boliver Widrick, and was a graduate of Beaver River High School class of 1972. Surviving are five brothers; Arnold D. Widrick Jr. and his companion, Louann Martin of Belfort, Stanley G. Widrick of Croghan, Rodney J. Widrick of Croghan, John R. Widrick of Carthage and Philip A. Widrick of Croghan; one sister, Rose Marie Widrick of Boonville and several aunts, uncles, nieces, nephews and cousins. Comment?
Boonville- Clinton Clark Capron, 91, lifelong resident of Boonville, husband of Betty, passed away peacefully, with his family by his side on September 16, 2015 at Sunset Nursing & Rehabilitation Center, Boonville. Clinton, affectionately known as Clint, was born on February 7, 1924 a son of Erlo Barnes and Susie Clark Capron. Comment?
Port Leyden – Richard Bolich, 74, husband of Joan, affectionately known as Dick, passed away peacefully on Wednesday, September 16, 2015 at St. Elizabeth's Medical Center, Utica. Richard was born on October 8, 1940 in Boonville, a son of Thomas and Ruth Belknap Bolich. Comment?
Woodmen's Field Days provides activities for all ages in Boonville w/Photo
... said. "The community takes part in the entire event all weekend. We have great hospitality in the small Village of Boonville, New York. There's lots of events throughout the weekend, garage sales, church dinners, auctions lots going on in the ... Comment?
Woodsmena s Field Days returning to Boonville this weekend w/Photo
The New York State Woodsmen's Field Days will return to the Boonville-Oneida County Fairgrounds this weekend for its 68th year. The annual event is intended to promote the forest industry in general and lumberjacks in particular. Comment?
Boonville Man Arrested For Beating Cat To Death w/Photo
A Boonville man is now behind bars after village police say he beat his cat to death. Witnesses apparently called 911 when they spotted 54 year old Ronald Mooney beating his cat with some sort of blunt object on Main Street in town Sunday night. 2 comments
Janet Springfield, Former Teacher at Underwood, Dies at 69 w/Photo
Janet K. Springfield, of Newton Centre, a retired math and science teacher at Underwood School in Newton, passed away on August 14, 2015 due to complications after pancreatic surgery. She was 69. Janet grew up in Boonville, New York, where her mother was her English teacher and her aunt was her history teacher. Comment?
... of 672 is within Black River Valley on route 12. It is 3.5 miles south of Lyons Falls , 6 miles north of Boonville and 23 miles south west of Old Forge . The Port Leyden name was selected due to the village's early history on Black River Canal. ... Comment?
Montclair Donor Helps Provide 'Unadoptable Dog' A Happy Ending w/Photo
... launched a GoFundMe campaign to raise the $5,000 sanctuary fee to send the canine to Spirit Animal Sanctuary in Boonville, NY. The online crowdfunding campaign managed to raise $500, a great effort but not enough to afford Macy's sanctuary fee. And ... Comment?
Amusement Rides, Fried Food, and Fun at the Boonville-Oneida County... w/Photo
This weekend, 'New to Naomi' took me on a fun experience - my first ever New York fair! I've always loved fairs, so obviously I was excited when I heard there was one going on in Boonville. Nothing says summer quite like spending the day at the fair. Comment?
Boonville wins Oneida County drinking water contest w/Photo
BOONVILLE, NY The Oneida County Health Department announced the winner of the 2015 Best Tasting Drinking Water Taste Test Content. This year, six water systems participated, and Boonville received the most votes from the public, with the Village of Camden receiving second place. Comment?
5 Central New York Fried Fair Foods That Are Dangerously Delicious w/Photo
... probably wait for the fair to yield to to this delicious temptation. I first tried this chocolaty snack at the Boonville fair seven years ago. I couldn't stop myself at just one plate full of cookies, so I purchased seconds, and thirds. Needless to ... Comment?
As decades worth of emotions swirled in his head and heart, Mark Shoemaker, of Boonville, mustered a salute as the remains of his uncle, Army Air Forces 2nd Lt. Edward Barker, of Herkimer, passed by him at Albany International Airport Wednesday morning. Comment?
WWII pilot's remains arrive in Upstate NY for burial in his hometown w/Photo
While growing up in central New York, Mark Shoemaker heard plenty of stories from family members about his Uncle Eddie, a World War II fighter pilot who never returned from the Pacific Theater. "I knew him just as if he were living in the house," said Shoemaker, a Vietnam veteran from Boonville, north of Utica. Comment?
Winnebago WIT Rally Draws 1,000-Plus Coaches w/Photo
The Grand National Rally Grounds in Forest City, Iowa, has been buzzing with energy this week as WIT Club members celebrate the 46 According to a press release, more than 1,000 motorhomes have attended this year's event that has featured top-notch entertainment, informative seminars and many new activities. "The whole rally has been wonderful," said longtime attendee Dick Liddiard from Boonville, New York. Comment?
Help An 'Unadoptable' Dog In Montclair w/Photo
... abandonment in Newark . Staff members are attempting to raise the funds to send Macy to Spirit Animal Sanctuary in Boonville, NY, a refuge that specializes in old, sick and unadoptable animals . Comment?
Boonville Oneida County Parade Route Changed w/Photo
Due to changes to Main Street in Boonville that occurred in the fall of 2014, the route of the Oneida County Fair parade has changed. The parade route change was first rumored on the What's Happening in Boonville Facebook page and were officially addressed on social media by Boonville Oneida County Fair that, yes, the long-standing traditional parade route has changed at the behest of the New York State Department of Transportation.The DOT has stated they will not allow a long-term closure of Main Street to accommodate the parade. Comment?
Mercera s dishes up wine ice cream at Fancy Food Show in New York w/Photo
... the trade group that puts on the show. The expo featured more than 100,000 products. Mercer's, a dairy in Boonville, was offering tastes of its "wine ice cream," which has up to 5 percent alcohol. The ice creams come in eight flavors ... 2 comments
Zwanzigstein Festival highlights Mennonite culture, faith w/Photo
... they faced. For Joan S. Koff, it was a reminder of the luxuries of modern living. The Albany resident was in Boonville when she heard about the festival. Zwanzigstein, German for "twenty stones," references a 12-stone monument Joshua ... Comment?
These women are sharp at using an ax w/Photo
... group have won events and set records at major competitions including the World's Open Lumberjill Championship in Boonville, N.Y, where Ms. Harper won the ax throwing contest in 2006. Members of Axe Women hold six world titles in various events. ... Comment?
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Freya Reveals Tips for Dressing this Holiday Season
Lingerie is the perfect foundation when creating any party look. Freya, a lingerie and swimwear company, has unveiled 4 simple tips for party outfit perfection! Freya offers a number of lingerie collections designed to boost and flatter the figure and advises that women should start with perfectly fitting basics to achieve a smooth silhouette - making your party dress look and feel amazing.
Party Tip 1: Get Fitted.
Wires digging in, bra straps too loose and cup overspill – these are all signs of a badly fitting bra. Freya recommends you visit a professional bra fitter at least every six months, however if you can - do get fitted each time you purchase a new bra style. Correctly fitting lingerie will make a dramatic difference to your party outfit , providing the perfect support, lifting the bust, hugging curves in the right way, allowing you to feel more confident but also comfortable.
Party Tip 2: Get A Good Strapless Bra.
Investing in a good strapless bra will allow you to choose from a wider range of outfit options, making it easier to be ready for even the most last minute parties. For example, the Deco moulded strapless bra from Freya, with low-cut moulded cups, offers fantastic cleavage and uplift to a GG cup. The cups are seam-free, making them invisible under close-fitting clothing.
Party Tip 3: Don't Be Afraid Of Shapewear.
Shapewear is an ever-popular way to create an attractive silhouette in no time at all. With several styles and shades available, shapewear can be worn under any party outfit you choose. For instance, Freya's sister brand Elomi offers a Curve thigh shaper – featuring extra firming powernet inner panel with curve smoothing and suction-like properties to firm the tummy and shape the thigh area. Plus a unique adhesive silicone coating, which clings to the body and hugs curves when moving. A shaper brief is also available in both brief and thigh shaper styles in sizes M-6XL.
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Dedicated to the 2000 National College Football Champions, the Oklahoma Sooners
Over fifty years, boy and man, I've been a Sooners fan
Watched and reveled in their glories, every one;
But there's no more glorious "Sooner Magic"
Than the Red October Run.
The new millennium's first football season,
Excited Sooners fans' hopes did soar.
They had tasted victory in Bob Stoops' first year;
Now, they wanted - no, expected - even more.
There was a glint of promise in Bob's eyes,
Strength and confidence in his every word.
"Our Team has shown improvement", is what he said;
"We'll win!" is what fans heard.
By September's end, the Sooners were 4 and O,
A "cupcake schedule" some anxious fans would say;
Twenty-two days in October would rule their destiny.
Texas, K-State, Nebraska, the teams they'd have to play.
"OU's October is a gauntlet", said ESPN;
"Play #10 and #2 and #1…and win"?
So, on a rainy Saturday morning in Dallas,
The Red October Run would begin.
The Texas State Fair at the Cotton Bowl,
Fans were welcomed by Big Tex.
They screamed, "Go OU!" and "Hook'em Horns!";
But none could imagine what happened next.
Heupel was a dominating General;
The Sooners Offense, his relentless troops.
Calmus and the Defense assured a total rout,
The Coach of the Day was Bob Stoops.
Sooners fans were wild, delirious with glee;
But Bob seemed focused and sedate.
"We'll enjoy this victory Sunday;
Then Monday, we'll prepare for Kansas State".
No time to revel in the Glory, #2 was tough.
Better than the Huskers? The possibility was real.
The road to #1 went through Manhattan,
And the Sooners would have to win it on the field.
The sportscasters had a field day.
Last year's "coaching coup" was news again.
Beasley versus Heupel was "The Match-up".
Could Heupel evade K-State's awesome defense
and find a way to win?
Again, Heupel and his troops met the challenge;
And as the Sooners "D" assured a hard fought win,
Every Sooners fan's heart was stirred.
Could our Sooners be "Big Red" again?
Mighty Nebraska, #1, was coming to Owen Field.
"Biggest OU - Nebraska game in years!" Corso said.
It would be 1 versus 2, a heralded gridiron epic
For the coveted title of…"Big Red".
It was OU's biggest home game ever.
The campus was alive with vendors and would-be
ticket buyers.
Every Sooners Fan's heart was pounding.
Could the smell of #1 stoke the Sooners' fires?
The Huskers struck so quickly.
At 14 to nothing, Sooners fans were stunned.
It was shaping up to be a long, long day;
And it wasn't going to be fun.
Quickly tho', Heupel rallied his Sooners troops.
They scored and scored and scored again.
The Sooners "D" built a Wall at the 50,
And would not let the Huskers in.
Winners, the Sooners ran and jumped with glee.
Fans flooded Owen Field, milling all around,
Praising and hugging their Sooners Heroes.
They even tore the goal post down.
Now #1, the Sooners had won it on the field.
Their preparation had been well taught.
Bob Stoops, all his great coaches and assistants,
Took pride in how the Sooners fought.
Someone once said, "Everyone loves a winner."
Everywhere you looked confirmed it's true.
OU flags fluttered. Decals, hats, and clothes abound.
Come November, the Sooners and their Fans
had been renewed,
There's no slighting the importance of Red October.
The Sooners came together as a Team.
No doubt too, without "The Red October Run"
Their National Championship would still be just a dream.
For the next five games, it was simply unacceptable
For the Sooners to even think that they could fail;
And, tho' Heupel played injured, they won the Big 12 Championship;
Great Sooners Defense had prevailed.
But no one gave these Big 12 Champs the slightest chance to win
Against the mighty Seminoles of Florida State.
The Heisman Trophy Winner was their quarterback
And their defense was touted to be great.
At the coin toss, Team Captain Torrance Marshall
Said to their quarterback in words most serious and sure,
"You took our boy's trophy". Then he smiled,
"Now we're gonna take yours".
The Sooners "D" was everywhere and completely shut them down;
And, when Quentin Griffin's touchdown closed the door,
Their quarterback knew that Marshall's words rang true;
The not-so-mighty 'Noles had not been allowed to score.
Yes, Bob Stoops and his Sooners knew the challenge:
To win Each game 'til Every game's been won;
Win for Sooners and their Fans the unchallenged right
To revel in the Glory of being #1.
Yes, my Sooners Team goes on and on,
Different faces, different names;
But these Sooners Champions will be well remembered
For the Season they won Every game.
Undefeated National Champions!
Before October, who would have ever dreamed?
Why, just last year, we didn't even know the players' names;
And now, they're College Football's Greatest Team.
To overcome all adversity and rise to every challenge,
The reward for such a feat is being #1;
Their path to Glory born of a Sooners Legend
Called The Red October Run.
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Robert Candler
Oppressor and the oppressed.
Who is the oppressed and who is the oppressor?
Who has the right to beat a random person on the street?
Who has the right when to pronounce a person guilty or to see that they is the victim?
Who has the jurisdiction to carry a gun and to unload on a random person because of the way they is playing life's game?
There is a president but he has a nation that needs to be run, there is a mayor but he or she needs to govern protection and education for every man,woman, and child. There is those who vote and those who do not, there is those who KILL for a FEE and those who KILL to protect those who threaten and attempt to poison their feed.
In the Crayola box there is over 8 colors and how many of them do you see fighting to maintain a piece of land that doesn't even have their name? These colors have managed to get along but why has us as artist slander there good name?
You may agree we should be free, others may agree to lock them away, the third party may vote that we should have a Hunger Game and declare a winner from each district and let them be reminded by name and plaque.
Will it not be funnier if things went back to being the same before the post-Europeans, before the ice age, before slavery, before time itself? Before evolution, before the industrial revolution, do you believe it will solve the conflict of today? Do you believe it will create a new name of a newer society that is under a different system?
The enforcers enforce a punishment that themselves would not want to see happen to people of there kind, the victim sometimes is the guilted, the drugs may make a person a bit deranged or even appearance may look strange. But deep within their brain hides another person who has experienced a pain that became so unbearable so they hid behind a false name. Drinking, smoking, feeling of looking at trees in 3-D is all the same when you are being called a different name, but let it not change you into something that you did not dream of to be.
Look at me, I am me, you may see prince, others may see another black person, another person may ask me name and they may read my palms and tell me that I carry. Both a Spanish and African name that I was originally given to from birth. But hey life is a curse. You can argue with what happened in the past but will that change the date of today's oncoming past!
But the most funniest thing about our past is how much we cherish it and pray for its ways to be continued on today. But look around you what do you see... I won't say any name for my name is not even copyrighted, BUT EVERYBODY WANTS TO START A RIOT! I look at the people around me and I think how can you say that we need to bring change when your thinking and doing the same as the person who once stabbed you in the back?
I'm not saying don't hate the Man, I'm not saying say **** THE POLICE, I'm not saying that the president is part of some dummy corporation, I'm not saying that their isn't a war that has begun, but if you choose to believe what you hear than you will get what you perceive to be your reality!
I'm not saying don't go to school, I'm not saying don't drink, smoke weed, or snort yayo, I'm not saying that you have to rob and be branded a theft, I'm not saying that you shouldn't give love a chance, but everything is up to thee on how thou wants to perceive the world.
I'm not saying that if you close your eyes you will dream, I'm not saying that if you smoke crack you will become a fiend, I'm not saying that THERE IS NO DEMONS ONLY REASONS, I'm not saying that if youse look into the mirror you will see another person in your eyes, I'm not saying that the soul lies behind the eyes. But if you believe the lies you will think that when the truth is told you will think that, that is the lie.
There is a oppressor and there is there oppressed. There is the depressed and there is the depression that we all feel. There is two eyes but they act as one. Nobody asked to be POOR, nobody asked to have WEALTH,nobody asked to have POOR HEALTH, nobody asked to be born with ways that needs to confine to limited space.
But hey the more you believe the lies. The more that you have to believe you will be confined Into thinking that this life is a lie.
There will be battles, but instead of battling and slandering. Why don't we make our voices be heard like that over a beat slapped with claps and a set of drums. Kicking the inside of ears.
Let us prevent the internal bleeding of our heart that is beating (BREATHING)!
Copyright ©
Prince Rage
I was born fifty years ago on April 10th 1964
Looking back through the years I began to explore
My mama said when it was time for me to be born
I decided to come early and fast in the wee morn
Born five week premature with jaundice I had to stay
High fevers, convulsions and even a coma would come my way
But by the grace of God I made it through each and every one
I could have died before my life really started or even begun.
And through my fifty years God has shown me grace and mercy
As I look back I'm so glad he loved me and thought of me worthy
I remember my first home in Hayward on Burr way
Memories are a little foggy but my sense of home will stay
Moved to Dixon when I was just four years old
To a big beautiful house where my life started to unfold
This would be the place I would meet my life long best friend
She was playing in our backyard the first day we moved in.
So many memories in this house in Dixon on Marvin way
A Baby deer named Bambi and our first dog named Maggie mae
My life sized doll house my parents gave me as a birthday surprise
I would spend hours in there with my plastic appliances making mud pies
Life was blissful and I had not a care in the world I was living
Until the day my parents sat us down and said they were splitting
I just remember crying and in total shock this was happening
My parents would no longer be together my whole life unraveling
We ended up moving to a two story house with mice and peeling paint
Mom worked long hours to feed us four kids who showed no restraint
My mom struggled to balance work and being home with us four
Soon my brothers moved to dads who's idea was it I'm not sure
My dad died August 19th 1979 at the age of forty from a massive heart attack
I didn't know then how this would change my life but now can see its full impact
My teen years were cut short because I decided to become a mom
How scared I was to have to drop "mom, I'm pregnant" bomb
Have you ever heard of the song "Going to the chapel of love?"
Married now at seventeen feeling all grown up; well sort of.
On January 2nd 1982 my daughter Melinda was born fuzzy & screaming
Didn't know what I was really get into, I must have been dreaming
She was the first baby born of the year and was the winner of two contests
So many prizes couldn't collect them all but we sure tried to do our best
Isn't it funny how you imagine how it would all work out in your young mind?
But then reality sneaks up on you and smacks you hard on your behind.
Now a single mother at the age of nineteen and moved back in with my mom
And throughout my life I will make poor decisions but no need to write every wrong
Pregnant at twenty with my son Joshua and Melinda now two almost three
I didn't know what I was going to do but knew they deserved better than me
This you see will be the hardest thing I would ever have to do in my life
I chose to give Josh new parents whom I lived with until I said goodbye
I was blessed to have pictures and letters sent through his growing up years
I remember the first letter I received from Josh I was so nervous eyes filled with tears
My son Brandon was born on my mom's birthday he was my biggest and my last
He was my little dare devil and escape artist who was always trying to get past
He would like to climb out of his crib and sneak out the front door for a stroll
I chained and locked the door and even barred the windows thinking I was in control
Till one day two police officers were at my door wanting to see him and talk to me, I guess
They said a neighbor called out of concern and then the police threaten me with CPS.
I have been married more than my fair share to tell the truth and it's hard to admit
I have walked down the aisle six times and finally found the one to whom I commit
TJ is my husband who I met six years ago and have been married to him for three
Unable to have children of his own he now is known fondly as Dad, Padre and Papa T
My grandchildren make me smile just thinking of them and oh how I miss their precious faces
I have eight all together and love each and every one so much my heart had to grow extra spaces
As I look through my mind's eye and examine my past adventures, blessings and sorrows
I have come to realize to cherish each and every moment because no time can be borrowed
My fifty ….. In a nut shell.
Copyright ©
Erin Soares-Anselmi
Sipping cherry limeade, driving in the car parade,
we're cruising in the Lone Star state.
Didn't want a bucket seat; the thing it couldn't beat,
was sitting up close to your date.
One hand on the wheel of daddy's Oldsmobile,
my arm around my brown-eyed girl,
feeling pretty sporty, radio on Top Forty,
I was cooler than the Duke of Earl.
The lady of the cruise had her penny loafer shoes;
her bobby socks were turned down twice.
With a little eyeliner, she couldn't be much finer,
too much and it wouldn't be nice.
There'd be no wild oats under those petticoats;
she'd never go all the way...
just a perfect flip-up 'do and cute look number two
practiced in the mirror all day.
Hear those tires squeal when I make the rubber peel
for the fly-boys waiting on the bus,
to take them to the base where they don't feel out of place,
not cruising like the rest of us.
I was the drag's head honcho as we pulled across the Concho
and we saw the lights along the riverside.
We'd had quite a lark there at Neff's amusement park,
playing Putt-Putt and going on a ride.
The cheerleader squad rode a killer hot rod
with a spinner on every rim,
a perfect tuck and pleat on every single seat,
courtesy of Wanda's Auto Trim.
Candy apple red, it would really knock you dead;
it was a drop-top Pontiac.
One was there to steer and three were in the rear
posing up on the back.
Those football beauty queens in their skin-tight Levi jeans
were followed by their biggest fan.
Checking out those lasses in his Buddy Holly glasses
was the nerdy little Aqua Velva man.
In his stainless steel braces he grinned up at their faces;
they iced him with a haughty air.
He never would forget it; they would later on regret it
when he became a multi-millionaire.
A four girl bevy in a big finned Chevy
were riding west on Sherwood Way,
four guys right behind in a pick-up state of mind,
all ready to make their play.
Thought they were the smartest cruising pick-up artists,
but those gals were pretty astute.
When they stopped and the guys started telling all their lies,
the chicks started putting on the cute.
We turned the car around and headed back downtown,
cruising down the boulevard.
Stay cool daddio, bear right at El Patio,
and take it down Beauregard.
There were lots of pleated skirts and those button-down shirts.
The flattops were everywhere galore.
From a Lincoln Continental, we heard an instrumental,
Mister Acker Bilk's "Stranger on the Shore".
We slowly pulled through BJ's, listening to the deejay's
announcement of the next hit song.
Leaning on their doors with their Brylcreem pompadours,
two hoods were playing Mr. Wrong.
Completing their disguise, they slouched with narrowed eyes
and did their best at looking mean.
With a twist of his pelvis, one was doing Elvis.
The other did a fine James Dean.
Like a sweet potato vine, the bride of Frankenstein
was entwined around the Marlboro man.
With the passion of their make out, they should have gotten takeout
and opted for a bigger floor plan.
With her black beehive hair and his fancy western wear,
they were putting on quite an awesome scene.
I had to give a chuckle at his huge silver buckle,
but those M.L. Leddy boots looked mighty keen.
I pulled the Olds on through, and we bid BJ's adieu,
and I put us back onto the street.
With those four whitewall tires, we made for McIntire's
to get ourselves a bite to eat.
We stopped for some fuel, over near the school,
in those days they came right out to you.
Best place on Earth, 'cause with a dollar's worth,
they'd check your oil and clean your window too.
The drive-in, painted green, was quite the social scene
with people mingling car to car.
Everyone was caring; the drinks were all for sharing,
(especially when in a mason jar).
She ate a big banana split, and then left me for a bit
to comfort an old friend not feeling right.
A moment more to linger with that final steak finger,
then I took her home and called that one a night.
That was many years ago, but some things you don't outgrow,
and I think back to when I was a teen.
When doors were left unlocked, and children safely flocked,
unchaperoned at night on Halloween.
And sometimes at night, when the stars are big and bright,
and I'm deep in a Texas state of mind,
I think of that lass who was in my high school class,
And I wonder if she thinks of me in kind.
August 10, 2012
Copyright ©
Roy Jerden
someone always told me this with tears in her eyes...
(for Lata Sethi's late-mother, who was my mother's 'sister' and who took us all into her heart, and for Lata and Ravi Sethi of Defence Colony, New Delhi)
a wife left South Africa in the 1960's to join her husband
who was in exile at the time...
in 1970 the husband was sent by the African National Congress to India to be its representative there...
the husband and wife spent two years in Bombay...
one afternoon the husband fell and broke his leg...
the wife knocked on their neighbour's door, in an apartment complex in Bombay
the neighbour was an old Punjabi lady...
the wife asked the neighbour for a doctor to see to the injured husband...
a Parsi 'Bone-Setter' was promptly summoned...
the husband still recalls his anxiety of seeing 'Bone-Setter' written on the Parsi gentleman's bag...
by the way, the 'Bone-Setter' worked his ancient craft and surprisingly for the husband, his broken leg healed quite soon...
but still on that day, while the 'Bone-Setter' was seeing to the husband...
the wife and the old Punjabi lady from next door got to talking about this and that and where these new Indian-looking wife and husband were from as their accents were clearly not local...
the wife told the elderly Punjabi lady that the husband worked for the African National Congress of South Africa and had left to serve the ANC from exile...
and that they had left their two children behind in South Africa and that they were now essentially political refugees...
the Punjabi lady broke down and wept uncontrollably...
she told the foreign woman that she too had had to leave her home in Lahore in 1947 and flee to India with only the clothes on her back when the partition of the subcontinent took place and Pakistan was formed and at a time when Hindus from Pakistan fled to India and vice versa...
the Punjabi lady then asked the foreign woman her name...
'Zubeida', but you can call me 'Zubie'...
the Punjabi woman hugged Zubie some more, and the two women, seperated by age and geography, wept, sharing a shared pain...
the Punjabi woman told Zubie that she was her 'sister' from that day on, and that she felt that pain of exile and forced migration and what being a refugee felt like...
Zubie and her husband Mosie became the closest of friends with the Hindu Punjabi neighbours who were kicked out of Pakistan by Muslims...
then came the time for Mosie and Zubie to leave for Delhi where the African National Congress office was based...
the elderly Punjabi lady and Mosie and Zubie said their goodbyes...
a year or two later, the elderly Punjabi lady's daughter Lata married Ravi Sethi and the couple moved to Delhi...
the elderly Punjabi lady called Zubie and told her that her daughter was coming to Delhi to live and that she had told Lata, her daughter that she had a 'sister' in Delhi...
Lata and Ravi Sethi then moved to Delhi...
This was in the mid-1970's...
Lata and Zubie became the closest of friends and that bond stayed true, and stays true till today, though Zubie is no more, and the elderly Punjabi lady is no more...
the son and the husband still have a bond with Lata and Ravi Sethi...
a bond that was forged between Hindu and Muslim and between two continents across the barriers of creed and time...
a bond strong and resilient, forged by the pain and trauma of a shared experience...
and that is why, and I shall never stop believing this, that hope shines still, for with all the talk of this and of that, and of that and of this, there will always be a simple woman, somewhere, anywhere, who would take the 'other' in as a sister, a fellow human...
and that is why there will always be hope...
hope in the midst of this and of that and of that and of this...
(for Lata Sethi's late-mother, who was my mother's 'sister' and who took us all into her heart, and for Lata and Ravi Sethi of Defence Colony, New Delhi)
Copyright ©
Scribbler Of Verses
Submitted to the "Gone Fishin" contest
Trollin' the islands at Texoma,
It was April, 1964.
New rod and reel in hand,
I'd NEVER been fishing before.
A Garcia 2510T casting rod.
The reel, a Mitchell 301,
Plus hand-selected worms and lures…
I was ready to have some fun.
My teacher, a master fisherman,
Had fished all over the earth...
From trout in Austrian mountain streams
To sea bass just west of Perth.
He showed me all the basics,
Including how to tie a lure.
"No snaps. They're no good.
Tie'em on…just to be sure."
He made me practice casting.
"Take aim with your rod's tip
Take her back - ten, eleven, twelve, one;
Smoothly return to ten… with just a little flip."
While I practiced the casting motion,
He said, "Large Mouths will be jumpin' bugs.
Water's bubblin' with Sand Bass spawnin'.
You'll know the difference if one gives you a tug."
As we drifted around the islands,
He said, "I think you're ready."
So, I picked a lure, a pretty Heddon;
And tied her on. My hands were steady.
Yellow with black dots and a weed guard.
A streamer tail and double treble hooks.
Who knew if she would do the job,
But I liked the way she looked.
As I tied her on, I looked around
For a likely place for my first cast.
Magazine pictures always showed weeds
In the background of a striking Bass.
So, I picked a reed bed in the shallows;
Threw my first cast, watched her fly.
What happened next was the stuff of dreams.
We couldn't believe our eyes.
About eighteen inches before she lit,
A monstrous Large Mouth erupted from the water.
My teacher screamed, "Holy Mary, Mother of God!
Kiss O'Reilly's Ugly Daughter!"
When the Bass broke water, it scared me.
My whole body jerked and shook.
So sudden, so silent, it seemed like slow motion.
Until I heard him screaming, "Set the hook! Set the hook!"
When the big Bass scared me,
I must have set the hook.
The tussle was on, long and hard.
This fish didn't want to be cooked.
My lack of skills prevailed, however,
As I finally reeled him in;
I grabbed him by the lower lip,
Like I'd seen Don Wallace do, time and time again.
"Oh, my God", he murmured as he weighed the Bass;
"Jeez. Over thirteen pounds....Thirteen pounds, two."
He took out his Polaroid and laughed,
"I'll take a picture of this fish... holdin' you."
He snapped the picture of me holding the Bass;
On the back wrote the date, the length and weight.
As he turned to put the camera away……
Get ready. This is the part that's great.
I'd watched Don Wallace 'catch and release'.
He always did that on his show.
"This fish put up a good fight." he'd say;
"Now it's time to let him go."
Yes, as my teacher put away the camera,
I held the big Bass by the lower lip and tail
And 'swished' him in the water,
Making sure his gills would not fail.
My teacher turned and saw what I was doing
Just as I let the big Bass go.
This, too, was like slow motion
As I heard him screaming, "NOOOOOOO!"
"Why would you do that, Lad?
Do ya know nothin' at all?
A fish like that... on your very first cast?
Well...Lad, that fish goes on the wall."
"Well…he'll be here next year." I said with a smile,
"And even bigger, I'll bet."
He said, "You'll make a fisherman, Lad.
It's not for the fish that we fish…
but for the great stories we get."
I still have that lure…and the rod and reel.
Still in their bags and boxes, just like new.
I thought about selling them on eBay,
But 50 years later, they have sentimental value.
You see…I've been invited to go fishin' several times
By golfin' buddies and other friends;
But for some reason…I really don't know why…
I've never gone fishin' again.
They say, "Truth is stranger than fiction."
And I believe that is a fact.
I hope you enjoyed this bit of truth and,
In the meantime….."Ya'll come back!"
The rising sun burns like a solar pyre
From Carenage to Guayaguayare,
And brings to an end sleep's tranquil hold
Unbending in its gentle fold -
To rise again the indiscernible day
From my chamber where I lay,
And downstairs to my breakfast sit
And listen, as if from a pulpit,
Theological instruction in white livery
Served hot with my bacon, eggs, and tea!
Spin twins - Barzey and Della,
Not to be trifled with let me tell ya!
Soon lanes and byways beat soca and reggae
And all roads lead to Broadway,
There the smell of molasses, oil, and grain
Perfumes the air in Port of Spain,
Where a tangled human thread weaves
Vagabonds, beggars, merchants and thieves!
Feel the African diaspora in the street
Where East and West meet;
The sailing boats that passed this way
From old Calcutta and Bombay.
So mill the halls of commerce so grand
And wheels of trade where the land
Reclaimed the sea its depths to keep -
Where still waters run deep.
All that ebbs and flows there in the end
Are the fortunes of my countrymen!
Drivers and porters, cashiers and clerks,
Begin their stationed daily works,
Traders and vendors - cries and laughters
Echo through the dusty steel rafters,
Their bills of sale to ledgers fill
On the bound handwritten pages still.
Soon loaded cigarette vans roll
Riding every bump and pothole -
Me and Yankee riding shotgun
Headed for bandit country on our morning run!
In the hills of St James - outlaws to steal
Or ambush badlands of Laventille,
Looking down the smoking barrel
In the shadows lurking dark and idle,
Or perchance make my island rounds
Up the Eastern Main Road and surrounds;
Under meridian blue sky near and far
Past the tanneries and abattoir.
The dockside lighthouse shifting sands
Beyond the La Basse wastelands...
In-country out of the Dragon's Mouth
On the Princess Margaret Highway south,
To plantation, farm, sugar estate, and oil fields
Where reap our greatest yields.
See immortelle flowers twisting in the breeze,
The royal palms and yellow poui trees;
And at week's end a silent rage...
Bags of coin from the cashiers cage
For the sick and poor who a cruel fate befall,
But their beaten faces tell it all.
My home, my roots, I did come to find
But I am a stranger to my own kind!
Mine is a New Age that time begot -
I know not who I am - just who I am not!
Yet there is a fellowship I can't deny
In the burlesque street that passes by...
Behold the "King of Broadway" Mr Ali,
Holds court at Trestrail & Company -
That Little General - my "padna" in ole talk,
A puppet master on the sidewalk
He's safeguarded for nigh on forty years -
His voice still ringing in my ears!
In the back room, Yankee and Stowe
Load their goods barrows to go;
Cane sugar, grain, oil, tobacco, and rices,
Salt and flour and island spices.
Vat, Old Oak, Budweiser, Dewars, Jim Beam,
And walls of paper by the ream.
On old post-war flatbed trucks that come
Town and village and enclave from.
Silton too, a working man sheepish still,
Like a smiling minstrel does his will;
Now inescapably slowed (the passing years),
A lifetime of service proudly bears.
All Empires are like a dimming star
And remind us of who and what we are.
But still ghosts of the past dance to their lilts
Like the moko jumbies on their stilts!
Yet I was born and bred a son of Trinidad
And verily so I am still that lad -
So is my brief testament to what I saw
In a day in the life at The Store
March 1990
Copyright ©
Keith Trestrail
I remember 20:
Aflame with ideas and visions,
A mind unfettered by necessity's constraints,
Spirit open to everything -
Tomorrow held no fears,
Yesterday no regrets;
There was only day following day,
Each new and with something to give,
And each corner I turned
Led down a new road
Where the joy was ever in the going,
With a horizon impossibly far and bright.
Do you still see that youth somewhere inside
When I gaze on you, Love,
As I still see that girl with the laughing eyes
Who ran down those roads with me?
That was our dreaming-time,
The cloudcastle years
When we could scarcely bear
The brightness of our own being.
The wonder of the world embraces the young,
And they return the embrace,
But like the children they so recently were,
They are distracted, and break away
Enticed by the next marvel
Peaking 'round the corner.
A part of us yet runs there, Love;
Running and running
Through the endless light.
I remember 30:
Young parenthood, responsibilities.
We showed them all the light we could,
Let them run into it and find their ways.
Small voices grew to sound like our own;
Busy days and nights fly past
Like leaves blown out of the grasp of their trees,
Tumbling, mixing, moving on
Until at last the bigger voices went off on their own,
Running down new roads
Chasing their own marvels.
Now and again they return,
And we share our found treasures
And fondly laugh together
At Youth's follies and discoveries
And sigh within
At the beautiful light.
This was the time when we were Fortune's Fools,
And proud and happy to be.
I remember 40:
The time of Action
The time of Challenge.
This is the time we found our strength,
Though it was sometimes purchased with pain.
This was the time of lessons,
Some of them hard.
This was also the age of flowing friendships -
Some growing, some degenerating, most holding stable,
Especially, of course, the good old ones,
The ones that stretch to childhood, and go on stretching still.
And finally, also our era of finding out:
Our spouses really are our best friends
How relative time truly is
Why learning to Just Accept pays off
Where the foci of our lives need to be
When to roll over and when to dig in
Who's a Friend and who's a Face.
The forties were something special.
So now we stand in the middle 50s.
Less ahead than behind, for sure.
Youth is still not quite out of reach,
But age is on the horizon and beckoning.
Has Age brought wisdom along?
I think yes, but she's holding back,
Not saying much just yet.
Now the light has begun to slant;
There are decades to go,
But the afternoon has come on,
The hot day is cooling ...
Sunset is gathering into its birth,
I know where we are now.
I know who we are now.
We walk the shore and look ahead,
Knowing that after sunset comes the dawn again,
After a little rest in the starland between
As go the hours, the days, the years,
Pulled out, away into the great Unknown.
Now we walk together towards that sunset
And all the mysteries waiting there.
Together we shall find them all,
And when we reach the last, the Greatest,
I expect to turn and find again
That girl with the laughing eyes beside me,
Ready to run, and run, and run.
Copyright ©
William Masonis
Memories of a Green Beret
"Where have all the soldiers gone, Long time passing,
Where have all the soldiers gone, Long long time ago,
Where have all the soldiers gone,
Gone to graveyards, every one.
When will they ever learn?
When will they ever learn?"
(an old anti-war folk song from the 60's)
Ho Chi Mihn Trail....'68
Ten warriors camouflaged in wait
Prepared to deal a grisly fate
Hunkered down in jungled hell
Assured they've set the ambush well.
In silence they lay upon the route
When 'Charles' walks in…. he won't walk out.
A cacophony of fire and screams
Laid down with deadly skills, this team;
With claymore mines and booby traps
Left fifteen fragged and torn or zapped.
A trail once quiet, now instead,
Was piled with black pajama'ed dead
A kill zone full of empty life,
From M16 and combat knives.
Metallic smells of blood and gore….
Back to the bush, fear to the core;
On the run, escape, evade
This area where the trap was laid.
Bust thru brush at breakneck speed
Thru swamp and bramble, cutting reeds.
They're on your ass, their voices near
Being captured is your highest fear.
If you're caught you won't survive.
They'll disembowel you, flayed alive.
Your final screams, heard near and far,
The price you pay for what you are.
In time you finally get away,
But it was the VC's judgment day
Praise God we lived, is what you pray.
Old memories of a Green Beret
As on and on this game of chess,
Your mind starts crumbling with the stress.
More bloody trails and bloody hunts
And soon gone thirteen bloody months.
You pack for home and say a prayer
For those you know that's still back there.
The sights and smells flash on and on
Though fifty years have come and gone.
They steal your brain and steal your calm
Sometimes you think you're back in 'Nam.
And still today played o'er and o'er
Are vivid flashbacks of the war:
Young warrior's lives, gone much too soon
Dying moans and pumping wounds
Flashing guns in hot fire fights
In wet and frigid jungle nights.
Camps attacked in human waves
Death piled high in bulldozed graves
Fear like ice picks in your brain
Comes with horrid scenes and pain
Prisoners tossed from chopper flights
Blood smeared chaplains give last rites
Green bags filled with body parts
Images not for faint of heart
Fear that drives you up the wall
Soothed by weed and alcohol
Village kids all blown apart
Blood and guts served 'a la carte '
Air support with steel and flames
Dog tag heaps with buddies names
Rot gut beer, Saigon whores
Seeping rotten jungle sores
Now, most are gone, long died away.
While others here are silver gray
Their comrades gone, now mostly dead,
They fight the fight still, in their heads
Late of night, in sleep they shout.
"Medic here, he's bleeding out.
Call in support--lay down some fire,
God help us all, they're in the wire."
I pen these words and I decree
They were ten times best what I could be.
My praise and prayers I'll not detract
For the many who never made it back.
From long ago and far away........
These memories of an old Green Beret
Author's Note: to all my old comrades, MANY WHOM never made it back
...De Oppresso Leber....rest in peace old friends-- Sergeant First Class Frederick Moore
, 6th SF, 7th SF, and 46th SF Thailand......
Copyright ©
Frederick Moore
In a house high on a hill an old man grows weak, many years have gone, he lays in his old bed,
Back in the day, a dashing young officer with a brilliant red uniform he had many girlfriends,
Flowers scattered across the mead's and meadows the heaths and the glades and over wide glens,
Those days bright and hot, the occasional thunder announces itself in the seasons sultriness,
Today it is summer again trees rich with green leaves now darkened and oaks have little acorns.
Laying in his bed the French doors wide open, summer greets him warmly for just one more time,
White haired and thin his skin yellow and his eyes sunk into wasted sockets his lips quiver,
He remembers the woods well, sitting by a sheltered warm bank, new greenery bursting through,
He tries hard to sit up and to see his long ago self in the beautiful green ripening gardens,
Sweet flowers know him well, respectfully they nod to an old friend who is going on a journey.
As a man who liked to be outdoors he walked and tended these landscapes even as a young blade,
He casts way back to his youthful days when he would walk in the sun a sweet girl at his side,
Running up a woodland bank, his hands on hips, he would wander miles enjoying wonderful views,
His heart raced with joy as the carpets of the forest grew around tall trees along the floor,
Now the songs of the birds grow faint the nightingale is hushed and the cuckoo bows his head.
A nurse tiptoes in she quietly shuts the doors, he whispers, she cannot hear him but she looks,
It is so faint she goes to his bed bends down to listen her ear to his lips they barely move,
He says don't shut the doors the beauty makes me feel safe my old friends are out there waiting,
She lifts him higher, puffs his pillows adds another blanket she smiles, 'you are a lovely man',
The blackbird and the thrush perch near the French doors and sing a musical goodbye very softly.
He can now see the Coltsfoot and cardamine in the fallows with green moss in the moist meadows,
And the star of Bethlehem gleaming from the copse the woods, a special beauty from shady places.
The celandine and kingcup glow in golden lustre he watches them his eyes rheumy and tears fall,
Daisies scattered across lawns like patterns in a carpet of lime green, smelling of spearmint,
The elder flower, corn poppy and the viper's bugloss with a rich azure smile from his garden.
He begins to smile shakily at the crocuses spreading a purple flood over the greenest meadows,
It's a sight you have to see, to take it in, color returns to his cheeks on his ashen old face,
Above all the favorites of the field is a violet, many times he picked one for his lady friends,
White, purple diffuse sweetness under hedges, a landscape painted in mind, those were good days,
Young girls would walk arm in arm across the glades to listen to his wondrous battle stories.
These pictures of beauty he has known since his early childhood days, his memory so very clear,
Whispering do you scent the hay, do you hear the scythes ringing, do you hear sweet laughter,
The joys of running across green fields like young breeze and smelling sweet newly cut grass,
Scented breezes fill his room, his eyes close, happy to return to his precious long gone days,
And with his last breath he walks arm in arm with a beautiful young girl in sweet old meadows.
Copyright ©
Terry Trainor


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Simple yet elegant designs create a warm and inviting feel. This grommet curtain window covering has a modern, clean look, and the semi-sheer, eco-friendly rayon fabric filters light to create a comfortable, relaxed vibe. Let the sunshine in!
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- Rayon from bamboo fabric with polyester/cotton blend banding
- Semi-sheer effect allows light to filter through for an airy feel, while still providing privacy
- 48" width
- Order panels 2-3 times the rod width for proper fullness
- Decorative rod sold separately
- 1-year warranty; details with purchase
- Machine wash in cold water on gentle cycle. Drip dry. Cool iron if needed
- Panels sold individually
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Rated 4 out of 5 by DecoLover from 95 Inch Bamboo Curtains - Great Look and Fit I have a deck with a roof and use these curtains for privacy on one side. I mounted them on a curtain rod. They look great and should last for many years as I plan to bring them inside for the Winter. They stand up to the sun and rain and are well made.
Date published: 2013-06-06
Rated 5 out of 5 by excitedhomeowner from Whole Home 'Grant' Rayon from Bamboo Absolutely love these curtains! They are beautiful - we receive a lot of compliments on them. They do let in a fair bit of light, so not the best if you want complete privacy. For large windows you definitely need two which made things a little more costly than we'd like but definitely worth it.
Date published: 2013-06-05
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Date published: 2013-04-24
Rated 4 out of 5 by Anonymous from Great product Vey pleased with these panels. I purchased a pair for the patio doors in my kitchen. I did not want the traditional vertical blinds but wanted something casual and these fit perfectly. My only disappointment is they do not give complete privacy when closed and when a light is on at night, hence only 4 stars. Since my kitchen does not face the street I kept them as I love the look. Since a pair on a rod can be heavy I highly recommend a curtain rod that is durable -1 inch in diameter is what I have. Anything under that may sag over time.
Date published: 2012-12-06
Rated 5 out of 5 by abcdefghij123456789 from See it to believe it! I was surprised when I picked up my parcel at the Sears counter. I expected to pick up a small flimsy package containing a light fabric curtain. Instead, I picked up long tall boxes as if I was picking up blinds!!! I couldn't wait to get home and see what I received. To my surprise, these curtains are like no other I ever seen. They are made of semi-stiff bamboo that folds like an accordeon with a nice rigid frame all around. They look so rich and exclusive. Even my friends who are very critical when it comes time to home decor, have been raving about these. You have to see it to believe it and appreciate it. Thank you Sears!
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Using unconventional examples from his own life, Shane Claiborne stirs up questions about the church and the world, and challenges readers to truly live out their Christian faith.See more details below
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Chapter OneWHEN CHRISTIANITY WAS STILL SAFE
It's what always happens to the saints and prophets who are dangerous: we bronze them, we drain them of their passion and life and trap them in stained-glass windows and icons, confining them safely in memories of the past. St. Francis becomes a birdbath, Malcolm X is put on a stamp, and Martin Luther King gets a holiday. And Jesus gets commercialized, whether it's the plastic night-lights or the golden crucifixes. (And now there is a bobbing-head "Buddy Jesus" for your car and the "Jesus is my homeboy" T-shirt.) It becomes hard to know who Jesus really is, much less to imagine that Jesus ever laughed, cried, or had poop that smelled.
I can remember when Christianity was still safe, comfortable, trendy. I grew up in the Bible Belt, in East Tennessee, where there's a church building on nearly every corner. I can't remember meeting anyone Jewish or Muslim, and I distinctly remember being dissuaded from dating a Catholic girl because she "prayed to Mary." I attended two or three different youth groups, whichever had the best entertainment and drew the largest crowd. Church was a place where there were cute girls, free junk food, and cheap snowboarding trips. I discovered a Christianity that entertained me with quirky songs and velcro walls.
In middle school, I had a sincere "conversion" experience. We took a trip to a large Christian festival with bands, speakers, and late-night pranks. One night a short, bald preacherman named Duffy Robbins gave an invitation to "accept Jesus," and nearly our whole youth group went forward (a new concept for most of us), crying and snotting, hugging people we didn't know. I was born again. The next year, we went to that same festival, and most of us went forward again (it was so good the first time) and got born again, again. In fact, we looked forward to it every year. I must have gotten born again six or eight times, and it was great every time. (I highly recommend it.)
But then you start to think there must be more to Christianity, more than just laying your life and sins at the foot of the cross. I came to realize that preachers were telling me to lay my life at the foot of the cross and weren't giving me anything to pick up. A lot of us were hearing "don't smoke, don't drink, don't sleep around" and naturally started asking, "Okay, well, that was pretty much my life, so what do I do now?" Where were the do's? And nobody seemed to have much to offer us. Handing out tracts at the mall just didn't seem like the fullness of Christian discipleship, not to mention it just wasn't as fun as making out at the movies.
I was just another believer. I believed all the right stuff-that Jesus is the Son of God, died and rose again. I had become a "believer," but I had no idea what it means to be a follower. People had taught me what Christians believe, but no one had told me how Christians live.
So as we do in our culture, I thought perhaps I needed to buy more stuff, Christian stuff. Luckily, I found an entire Christian industrial complex ready to help with Christian music, bumper stickers, T-shirts, books, and even candy ("Testa-mints" ... dead serious ... mints with a Bible verse attached, candy with a Christian aftertaste). They had lists of bands and the Christian alternatives to them, so I got rid of all my old CDs. (And I must confess, I was a bit disappointed by the Christian counterfeit. Who could compare to Guns N' Roses and Vanilla Ice?) And I bought books, devotionals, T-shirts. I developed a common illness that haunts Western Christianity. I call it spiritual bulimia. Bulimia, of course, is a tragic eating disorder, largely linked to identity and image, where folks consume large amounts of food but vomit it up before it has a chance to digest. I developed the spiritual form of it where I did my devotions, read all the new Christian books and saw the Christian movies, and then vomited information up to friends, small groups, and pastors. But it had never had the chance to digest. I had gorged myself on all the products of the Christian industrial complex but was spiritually starving to death. I was marked by an overconsumptive but malnourished spirituality, suffocated by Christianity but thirsty for God.
It was Mark Twain who said, "It's not the parts of the Bible I don't understand that scare me, but the parts I do understand." I don't know if you've read the Bible, and if you haven't, I think you may be in a better place than those of us who have read it so much that it has become stale. Maybe this is why Jesus says to the religious folks, "the tax collectors and the prostitutes are entering the kingdom of God ahead of you" (Matt. 21:31). For me, it became hard to read the Bible and walk away as if I had just watched a nice movie. Jesus never seemed to do anything normal. How about the fact that his first miracle was the old turning-water-into-wine thing to keep a party going? (Not a miracle that would go over well in some Christian circles.) And there's that time Jesus' friends leave him on the shore. If we had been in Jesus' shoes, some of us might have yelled for them to come back. Others might have jumped in the water and swum out to the boat. But Jesus just steps on the blessed water (Matt. 14:22-26). That's nuts. It scares his friends to death. Or take healing a blind person, for instance. I've seen people gather around and lay hands on the sick. Others anoint people with oil. But when Jesus wants to heal a blind guy, he picks up some dirt off the ground, spits in it, and then wipes it on the dude's eyes (John 9:6). That's weird. No one else did that. Can you imagine the other religious leaders? "Rabbi, could you hack me up a holy loogie?" Not a chance. No one else did stuff like that. Only Jesus would be crazy enough to suggest that if you want to become the greatest, you should become the least. Only Jesus would declare God's blessing on the poor rather than on the rich and would insist that it's not enough to love just your friends. I began to wonder if anybody still believed Jesus meant those things he said. I thought if we just stopped and asked, What if he really meant it? it could turn the world upside-down. It was a shame Christians had become so normal.
I know there are people out there who say, "My life was such a mess. I was drinking, partying, sleeping around ... and then I met Jesus and my whole life came together." God bless those people. But me, I had it together. I used to be cool. And then I met Jesus and he wrecked my life. The more I read the gospel, the more it messed me up, turning everything I believed in, valued, and hoped for upside-down. I am still recovering from my conversion. I know it's hard to imagine, but in high school, I was elected prom king. I was in the in-crowd, popular, ready to make lots of money and buy lots of stuff, on the upward track to success. I had been planning to go to med school. Like a lot of folks, I wanted to find a job where I could do as little work as possible for as much money as possible. I figured anesthesiology would work, just put folks to sleep with a little happy gas and let others do the dirty work. Then I could buy lots of stuff I didn't need. Mmm ... the American dream.
But as I pursued that dream of upward mobility preparing for college, things just didn't fit together. As I read Scriptures about how the last will be first, I started wondering why I was working so hard to be first. And I couldn't help but hope that there was something more to life than pop Christianity. I had no idea what I should do. I thought about leaving everything to follow Jesus, like the apostles, and hitting the road with nothing but my sandals and a staff, but I wasn't sure where to pick up a staff.
There were plenty of folks talking about the gospel and writing books about it, but as far as I could tell, living out the gospel had yet to be tried in recent days. So youth group got a little old-the songs got boring, the games grew stale, and I found other places to meet fine women. I wasn't sure the church had much to offer. Of course, I didn't dare stop going to church, convinced that "going to church" is what good people do, and I didn't want to become like "those people" who don't "go to church." Heathens. Ha. So I sucked it up and went every week, often cynical, usually bored, but always smiling.
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The novel begins in a small walled compound of about 12 houses in Robledo, a suburb of Los Angeles, in July 2024. The compound is walled because the world outside has become desperate and dangerous. California suffers from a prolonged drought: there are few jobs to be had; any semblance of a social safety net has crumbled and gangs roam the streets; everyone has guns in their houses; towns have been taken over by companies and debt slavery has been legalized.
Lauren Oya Olamina, 15 years old, the daughter of a professor/Baptist minister has learned the arts of survival from her father, step-mother and books. Quietly she has renounced her father's religion and created her own based on the idea of constant change. Coming to the realization that things are getting worse, she has packed a knapsack with emergency supplies, plantable raw seeds and her savings.
When the inevitable disaster comes, she heads north, gathering a small band of fellows with her. Butler's tale is a dystopian fable told by a young woman with a determination to survive. Parable of the Sower is followed by Parable of the Talents -- which I shall read as I found the first novel absorbing, while no dazzling as literature.
Slow paced yet provocative story about Sci-fi and religion. Apocalyptic conditions give rise to religious thoughts from a YA perspective. The story takes place in a California that is suffering drought, drug epidemics, economic and social breakdown. An eighteen year old woman escapes from her firebombed gated community to start a trek and build a community of Earthseed based on the idea that "God is Change."
One of the most powerful and depressing dystopian novels I've read.
The biblical parable of the sower referenced in the title is included late in the book - it draws the threads of the plot together after the fact, inviting the readers to see the various characters as seeds thrown by chance and change ('God', as the narrator understands God) into the various circumstances of the plot. Or perhaps the gatherings of characters are seeds, rather than the individual characters themselves. But the term 'parable' also captures another quality of the book: it is a kind of fable, with aspects of the story-world exaggerated or downplayed to let the book's themes show more strongly. For example, characters in the narrator's circle are far more likely to show kindness or mercy than characters outside. That's not particularly plausible - in fact, the vision of human nature in the book is relentlessly grim except for people in the narrator's semi-charmed circle - but it heightens the impact of the dystopia and the collapse of civil society and family that drives the plot. Similarly, the narrator is far too articulate and well-read to be convincing as a 15 year old in the early journal entries, but that's not really the point; the voice carries a wonderful depth of analysis, and doesn't need to be strictly plausible to be effective.
I can also see why readers love this book for its racially diverse characters, and for its affirmation of a multiracial society. Over and over, the narrator notes that interracial couples or groups face greater suspicion or hostility from other groups in the book's post-apocalyptic setting. And yet, the characters stay together, doing what they can to find a new future for themselves.
I read someone's review of this book and took a chance on it. Thought I'd put it down this afternoon after a few pages -- hah! Finished it at one ayem! A young woman finds a new way of believing, but much more importantly, finds a way to survive and possibly prosper in our sick world. A wonderful read that's made me think and ponder.
Full blog post here, but excerpt below sums my thoughts. In a nutshell, I liked this book OK, but was woefully disappointed that I didn't love it, and thought it could have gone better in a number of ways.
"I found the heroine, Lauren, a little irritating (we follow her from about age 15 to age 18 and she is ridiculously and preternaturally more mature, intelligent, and on top of things than everyone around her, which I found a bit exasperating), but I liked her more than I didn't.
I would have liked some more world-building; there's some, but not what I had hoped for given the praise I heard for the book. The reasons for the collapse of civilization are left more than a bit unclear, for one. There wasn't as much plot as I'd hoped for, either. It was about surviving in a dystopian near-future (and founding a new religion), which you might think would be Enough Plot for me, and probably it should have been, but . . . I wanted a bit of something else driving the forward momentum of the story.
This could have been done in a number of ways — introducing a bit more self-doubt in Lauren would have been particularly compelling to me, as it would give her an internal challenge to overcome. Alternatively, she could have stolen a bit of character development from one of the secondary characters — one of these had an interesting arc wherein he really struggled to accept the brutalities of a dystopian reality (for instance, he struggled with the idea that he had to injure or even kill others). If this had been Lauren's arc, I also would have been more compelled by her. But I wasn't, because she was so smugly right all the time.
I think if I was more into dystopians as a genre I would have been really into this (and if you are into dystopians, you should definitely read this; it was way ahead of the curve, sort of the ur-dystopian, like 1984 or Brave New World), but I just wasn't. Again, I want to reiterate that this wasn't a bad book by any stretch of the imagination. It was smart and well written and thoughtful and everything good . . . I just wasn't into it, and I was disappointed because I really wanted to be."
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Amazon.com Amazon.com Review (ISBN 0446675504, Paperback)Octavia E. Butler, the grande dame of science fiction, writes extraordinary, inspirational stories of ordinary people. Parable of the Sower is a hopeful tale set in a dystopian future United States of walled cities, disease, fires, and madness. Lauren Olamina is an 18-year-old woman with hyperempathy syndrome--if she sees another in pain, she feels their pain as acutely as if it were real. When her relatively safe neighborhood enclave is inevitably destroyed, along with her family and dreams for the future, Lauren grabs a backpack full of supplies and begins a journey north. Along the way, she recruits fellow refugees to her embryonic faith, Earthseed, the prime tenet of which is that "God is change." This is a great book--simple and elegant, with enough message to make you think, but not so much that you feel preached to.
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Though it wouldn't be the first time they changed an actor for a role.
But the whole point of doing a Q story would be to feature John de Lancie.
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Few issues have sparked as much survey attention in the U.S. as the controversy over stem cell and therapeutic cloning research.
Police Psychics: Do They Really Solve Crimes?
by Joe Nickell
April 29, 2004
Is it a matter of science versus mysticism as some assert, or an issue of having an open mind as opposed to a closed one?
Don't Listen to Those Pesky Scientists
by Chris Mooney
Doubt and About
April 8, 2004
Why science adviser John Marburger's defense of the Bush administration's science policies fails.
The Controversy Over Stem Cell Research and Medical Cloning
by Matt Nisbet
Science and the Media
April 2, 2004
Tracking the Rise and Fall of Science in the Public Eye
The New Science Wars
by Chris Mooney
Doubt and About
March 15, 2004
Is George W. Bush's the most anti-science administration in modern times?
It Just Takes One
by Chris Mooney
Doubt and About
February 9, 2004
How an advertisement for Intelligent Design theory made its way into the Harvard Law Review.


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Topic: Walmart
The Adweek 50: Meet the Real Movers and Shakers Behind the World's Top Brands
2014's most influential buyers, sellers and marketers
By Adweek Staff on Oct. 20, 2014 - 12:01 AM EDT
We all hear the rumblings of the beginning of the decline of Facebook: It's getting too old, people aren't using it as much. But one look at the social giant's…
Converse Goes to Court to Challenge Chuck Taylor Look-Alikes
But experts say it's tough to prove infringements in design
By Erik Oster on Oct. 15, 2014 - 3:06 PM EDT
Converse has filed 22 separate lawsuits in U.S. District Court that accuse 31 companies of infringing on its classic Chuck Taylor All Star design. In addition, the brand has complained to…
Saatchi's New CEO Doesn't Want to Pick Apart the Past
But Robert Senior faces issues that date back years
By Andrew McMains on Oct. 6, 2014 - 8:20 AM EDT
Robert Senior doesn't like to dwell on the past, yet many of the challenges he'll face as Saatchi & Saatchi's next global CEO date back several years. The churn in the…
Can Apple Win Over Retailers With Its Digital Wallet?
Walmart already is snubbing Apple Pay
By Robert Mann on Sep. 11, 2014 - 12:02 PM EDT
Launching a revolutionary digital wallet is going to prove challenging even for Apple as it lobbies retailers large and small to invest in the technology. Just two days after Apple debuted…
How Having Higher Income Affects How Men Spend and Consume Media
Rich guys are more likely to see newspaper, TV ads
By Melissa Hoffmann on Sep. 10, 2014 - 9:17 AM EDT
Men tend to spend money on the same goods and services regardless of wealth, but the rich are roughly twice as likely to take a luxury vacation and eat organic,…
Predictive Data Boosts Social Messaging by 91%
Helps media and entertainment brands the most
By Jason Campbell on Aug. 19, 2014 - 11:27 AM EDT
Real-time social messaging is most beneficial to brands in the media and entertainment sectors, according to SocialFlow's latest study that examined 1.6 million posts by brands. The New York company found…
This Shop Turns Sunday Circulars Into Hyperlocal Mobile Ads
Crisp Media does it for the likes of Walmart and McDonald's
By Lauren Johnson on Jul. 30, 2014 - 9:53 PM EDT
Specs Who (From left) Xavier Facon, chief technical officer and founder; Tom Jones, chief revenue officer; Stacey Hafers, chief financial officer; and Jason Young, chief executive officer What Mobile ad-tech provider Where New…
These 5 Dynamic Duos Are Nailing Digital Marketing
Winning CMO-exec pairings at GE, Taco Bell, Walmart, Dell and Levi's
By Christopher Heine on Jul. 28, 2014 - 8:15 PM EDT
Stephen Quinn, Walmart CMO, keeps half an eye cocked toward a wide-screen social media listening dashboard on his office wall so he can constantly monitor his brand's real-time messaging. But…
Starbucks Looks to Share Its App Payment System With Other Retailers
Smartphone transactions supplied 15% of U.S. revenue in Q3
By Lauren Johnson on Jul. 25, 2014 - 9:54 AM EDT
Starbucks CEO Howard Schultz revealed that his company had amassed nearly 12 million active monthly mobile users in the U.S. and Canada during the brand's third-quarter earnings call on Thursday.…
Want to Spot Rich People? Head to Walmart
Why wealthy shoppers are slumming it
By Robert Klara on Jul. 11, 2014 - 12:23 PM EDT
It's a statistical fact that wealthy shoppers rave about the pampering they receive at upscale retailers like Neiman Marcus, Lord & Taylor and Barneys. But here's a question to ponder:…


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1989 Ford Ranger • 64,000 miles
Ranger 1989 5 speed std has had plugs, wires, cap, rotor, fuel filter, fuel pump, Engine Temp Control sensor replaced. Getting terrible mileage, used to avg 18-20+ local, getting around 10-11. Whenfirst running, poor response low end, satmmers a bit, then once warm smooths out, but bad fuel mileage
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I am replacing my engine in my 2003 Hyundai Tiburon. It is a 4 cylinder vehicle, but all the engines I am able to find are 6 cylinder engines. Is it possible to replace a the 4 cylinder...
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1990 Toyota Camry mileage: 150,000. 1. The oil warning light is on. 2. There are four quarts of oil in the car. 3. The oil filter is dry. 4. The engine sounds rough. 5. There is noise ...
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