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Music is more than notes and sound. It is also a technical discipline, cultural artifact, and form of communication. At Brandeis, we take an integrated approach to the study of music that incorporates all these dimensions.
Our undergraduate program combines music history, theory, composition and performance. As a music major, you'll take one to two years of theory and training in musicianship skills, and three semesters of music history. You'll participate in university ensembles and take electives chosen from a broad selection of topics. If you wish to focus on a particular area, you may enroll in one of five specialized tracks: composition, cultural studies, history, performance or musical theater performance.
Our music program will not only give you a deep appreciation of the complexity and richness of music—from its basic rules and its range of styles to its performance—but it will also prepare you for a variety of careers. Many of our graduates pursue master's and doctoral degrees in performance, composition, musicology, music production and technology and other related fields. Others go on to become music professors, arts administrators, opera singers, cantors, orchestral musicians, composers, conductors, musical theater directors, TV and record producers, media and digital arts specialists—not to mention doctors, attorneys and teachers.
Music is thriving at Brandeis. We have an award-winning faculty comprised of composers, scholars, instrumentalists, vocalists and conductors who will give you individualized attention. We've got a state-of-the-art music center with 30 pianos (in addition to the one Leonard Bernstein played as a child!), an electro-acoustic studio and a large collection of historical instruments, including a French double harpsichord, a cornamuse and Renaissance flutes.
When you're not studying or practicing, you'll have a front-row seat to hear the renowned Lydian String Quartet. And you'll have myriad opportunities to perform with others—whether your thing is world music, early music, jazz, improv, choral, chamber music or orchestra.
In keeping with the Brandeis commitment to social justice, we see and teach music as a shared human experience, and a way of understanding others, creating a sense of community, and fostering cross-cultural appreciation.
The two-semester Senior Project in Music is your opportunity to complete a thesis, musical performance or composition (or some combination) that is appropriate to the track you’re enrolled in. In all cases, the project must include written work.
The Leonard Bernstein Fellowship is a highly selective chamber music program for which you may apply by submitting a portfolio of your work. The fellowship provides a small number of accomplished vocalists and instrumentalists the benefits of private lessons, additional performance opportunities, and a $20,500 renewable scholarship.
Our distinguished faculty members have received many awards, including the Pulitzer Prize, a Guggenheim Fellowship, the Koussevitzky Prize, the Aaron Copland Award, the Charles Ives Fellowship, the Naumburg Award for Excellence in Chamber Music—not to mention Grammy nominations.
Yu-Hui Chang was a featured guest artist at the Wellesley Composers Conference. Her new, experimental work, "In Gentle Breeze, We Sing," premiered in the Innovation Series at the National Theater and Concert Hall in Taipei.
Karen Desmond has co-edited the book "The Montpellier Codex: The Final Fascicle. Contents, Contexts, Chronologies" (Boydell & Brewer, 2018). She is also working on a project that is the first project to encode medieval music in the original medieval notation.
A CD of Robert Nieske's "Sonata for Flute and Piano" and arrangements of holiday songs was recorded by Linda Bento-rei, flute, and Vytas Baksis, piano.
Each year, you may participate in the Leonard Bernstein Festival of the Creative Arts, a weeklong showcase of music, art and theater. You may apply for a grant in support of your project.
Studying abroad is an excellent way to deepen your cross-cultural awareness, which is fundamental to music appreciation. Many music students elect to spend time abroad in places like Tanzania, Australia, China, Austria, England, Israel and Ireland.
Through its ties to studios in England, France, Italy and Sweden, the Brandeis Electro-Acoustic Music Studio presents further study abroad opportunities.
The musical training you'll receive as you earn your bachelor of arts in music will prepare you well for a master's or doctoral degree in performance, composition, musicology, music production and technology, and education. Jacob Friedman ’12 is pursuing a PhD in musicology at Princeton University.
Our recent graduates have become music professors, arts administrators, opera singers, cantors, orchestral musicians, composers, conductors, musical theater directors, TV and record producers, and media and digital arts specialists. Others have become doctors, attorneys, and elementary and secondary school teachers.
Rachel J. Peters ’99, a double major in music and theatre arts, has found a highly successful career as a composer, lyricist, and librettist in musical theatre, opera, and musical underscoring. She is the recipient of discovery and commissioning grants from OPERA America, winner of the Anna Sosenko Assist Trust and multiple ASCAPlus awards, a MAC Wallowitch Award finalist, and a member of ASCAP and the Dramatists Guild. In the 2018-2019 season, she will premiere her operas "Companionship" at Fort Worth Opera and "Steve" with Boston Opera Collaborative.
Matthew Stern ’08, a double major in vocal performance and NEJS, was music director for the critically acclaimed British production of Stephen Sondheim's Merrily We Roll Along at Boston's Huntington Theater. Now on the faculty of the Boston Conservatory at Berklee, he teaches musical theater, graduate styles and analysis, and vocal repertoire. He received an Independent Reviewers of New England Award as Best Director.
After serving as a White House intern in the office of First Lady Michelle Obama, Nicholas Brown ’10 went on to become a music specialist at the Library of Congress and is currently the Director of Special Productions & Initiatives at Washington Performing Art.
Composer, clarinetist, and music educator Jared Field ’11 recently premiered "Rachel," a new musical about environmentalist Rachel Carson. Co-written with sister Jessie Field ’13, the musical was accepted into the New York Musical Theater Festival's Developmental Reading Program, and received the Harold and Mimi Steinberg Prize for Best Original Play.
Contact Professor Sarah Mead, Undergraduate Advising Head, to learn more about the Music curriculum and requirements for the Music major and minor.
Contact one of the advisers below for more information about pursuing a specific track.
You might choose the music minor to complement a major in mathematics, computer science, philosophy or another field. See the requirements for the minor in the University Bulletin.
"Art Isn't Everything; It's About Everything"
After attending an arts intensive high school, Yoni Battat ’13 wanted to continue his education at a place where he could pursue music as well as other interests. After arriving on the Brandeis campus, he found a quotation on a bulletin board in Slosberg Music Center. Reading these words attributed new meaning to his path at Brandeis.
"Art isn't everything; it's about everything."

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Music is more than notes and sound . It is also a technical discipline , cultural artifact , and form of communication . At Brandeis , we take an integrated approach to the study of music that incorporates all these dimensions .
 Our undergraduate program combines music history , theory , composition and performance . As a music major , you 'll take one to two years of theory and training in musicianship skills , and three semesters of music history . You 'll participate in university ensembles and take electives chosen from a broad selection of topics . If you wish to focus on a particular area , you may enroll in one of five specialized tracks : composition , cultural studies , history , performance or musical theater performance .
 Our music program will not only give you a deep appreciation of the complexity and richness of music — from its basic rules and its range of styles to its performance — but it will also prepare you for a variety of careers . Many of our graduates pursue master 's and doctoral degrees in performance , composition , musicology , music production and technology and other related fields . Others go on to become music professors , arts administrators , opera singers , cantors , orchestral musicians , composers , conductors , musical theater directors , TV and record producers , media and digital arts specialists — not to mention doctors , attorneys and teachers .
 Music is thriving at Brandeis . We have an award - winning faculty comprised of composers , scholars , instrumentalists , vocalists and conductors who will give you individualized attention . We 've got a state - of - the - art music center with 30 pianos ( in addition to the one Leonard Bernstein played as a child ! ) , an electro - acoustic studio and a large collection of historical instruments , including a French double harpsichord , a cornamuse and Renaissance flutes .
 When you 're not studying or practicing , you 'll have a front - row seat to hear the renowned Lydian String Quartet . And you 'll have myriad opportunities to perform with others — whether your thing is world music , early music , jazz , improv , choral , chamber music or orchestra .
 In keeping with the Brandeis commitment to social justice , we see and teach music as a shared human experience , and a way of understanding others , creating a sense of community , and fostering cross - cultural appreciation .
 The two - semester Senior Project in Music is your opportunity to complete a thesis , musical performance or composition ( or some combination ) that is appropriate to the track you ’re enrolled in . In all cases , the project must include written work .
 The Leonard Bernstein Fellowship is a highly selective chamber music program for which you may apply by submitting a portfolio of your work . The fellowship provides a small number of accomplished vocalists and instrumentalists the benefits of private lessons , additional performance opportunities , and a $ 20,500 renewable scholarship .
 Our distinguished faculty members have received many awards , including the Pulitzer Prize , a Guggenheim Fellowship , the Koussevitzky Prize , the Aaron Copland Award , the Charles Ives Fellowship , the Naumburg Award for Excellence in Chamber Music — not to mention Grammy nominations .
 Yu - Hui Chang was a featured guest artist at the Wellesley Composers Conference . Her new , experimental work , " In Gentle Breeze , We Sing , " premiered in the Innovation Series at the National Theater and Concert Hall in Taipei .
 Karen Desmond has co - edited the book " The Montpellier Codex : The Final Fascicle . Contents , Contexts , Chronologies " ( Boydell & Brewer , 2018 ) . She is also working on a project that is the first project to encode medieval music in the original medieval notation .
 A CD of Robert Nieske 's " Sonata for Flute and Piano " and arrangements of holiday songs was recorded by Linda Bento - rei , flute , and Vytas Baksis , piano .
 Each year , you may participate in the Leonard Bernstein Festival of the Creative Arts , a weeklong showcase of music , art and theater . You may apply for a grant in support of your project .
 Studying abroad is an excellent way to deepen your cross - cultural awareness , which is fundamental to music appreciation . Many music students elect to spend time abroad in places like Tanzania , Australia , China , Austria , England , Israel and Ireland .
 Through its ties to studios in England , France , Italy and Sweden , the Brandeis Electro - Acoustic Music Studio presents further study abroad opportunities .
 The musical training you 'll receive as you earn your bachelor of arts in music will prepare you well for a master 's or doctoral degree in performance , composition , musicology , music production and technology , and education . Jacob Friedman ’ 12 is pursuing a PhD in musicology at Princeton University .
 Our recent graduates have become music professors , arts administrators , opera singers , cantors , orchestral musicians , composers , conductors , musical theater directors , TV and record producers , and media and digital arts specialists . Others have become doctors , attorneys , and elementary and secondary school teachers .
 Rachel J. Peters ’ 99 , a double major in music and theatre arts , has found a highly successful career as a composer , lyricist , and librettist in musical theatre , opera , and musical underscoring . She is the recipient of discovery and commissioning grants from OPERA America , winner of the Anna Sosenko Assist Trust and multiple ASCAPlus awards , a MAC Wallowitch Award finalist , and a member of ASCAP and the Dramatists Guild . In the 2018 - 2019 season , she will premiere her operas " Companionship " at Fort Worth Opera and " Steve " with Boston Opera Collaborative .
 Matthew Stern ’ 08 , a double major in vocal performance and NEJS , was music director for the critically acclaimed British production of Stephen Sondheim 's Merrily We Roll Along at Boston 's Huntington Theater . Now on the faculty of the Boston Conservatory at Berklee , he teaches musical theater , graduate styles and analysis , and vocal repertoire . He received an Independent Reviewers of New England Award as Best Director .
 After serving as a White House intern in the office of First Lady Michelle Obama , Nicholas Brown ’ 10 went on to become a music specialist at the Library of Congress and is currently the Director of Special Productions & Initiatives at Washington Performing Art .
 Composer , clarinetist , and music educator Jared Field ’ 11 recently premiered " Rachel , " a new musical about environmentalist Rachel Carson . Co - written with sister Jessie Field ’ 13 , the musical was accepted into the New York Musical Theater Festival 's Developmental Reading Program , and received the Harold and Mimi Steinberg Prize for Best Original Play .
 Contact Professor Sarah Mead , Undergraduate Advising Head , to learn more about the Music curriculum and requirements for the Music major and minor .
 Contact one of the advisers below for more information about pursuing a specific track .
 You might choose the music minor to complement a major in mathematics , computer science , philosophy or another field . See the requirements for the minor in the University Bulletin .
 " Art Is n't Everything ; It 's About Everything "
 After attending an arts intensive high school , Yoni Battat ’ 13 wanted to continue his education at a place where he could pursue music as well as other interests . After arriving on the Brandeis campus , he found a quotation on a bulletin board in Slosberg Music Center . Reading these words attributed new meaning to his path at Brandeis .
 " Art is n't everything ; it 's about everything . "


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Andrea has been leading The Solar Foundation since the relaunch of the organization in 2010, starting out as the single employee. In those early years, it was just Andrea and a shoe-string budget. Andrea expanded the staff and budget within a few short years, and today, The Solar Foundation leads several multi-million dollar programs dedicated to advancing solar energy growth.
As President and Executive Director, Andrea sets the tone, provides overall management and strategic direction, and works closely with the Board to develop and implement high-level research and national educational initiatives to promote the expanded use of solar and solar-compatible technologies. The Solar Foundation’s major initiatives include the annual National Solar Jobs Census, which tracks job growth in the American solar industry; SolSmart, which helps local governments reduce barriers and open up solar markets; and workforce development programs to help the solar industry thrive.
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Andrea is a graduate of the University of Minnesota and the University of Wisconsin-Milwaukee. At the University of Wisconsin, she earned her Master’s in Nonprofit Leadership and Management and was awarded the highly competitive Center for Economic Development fellowship through the UW Consortium for Economic Opportunity.

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Andrea has been leading The Solar Foundation since the relaunch of the organization in 2010 , starting out as the single employee . In those early years , it was just Andrea and a shoe - string budget . Andrea expanded the staff and budget within a few short years , and today , The Solar Foundation leads several multi - million dollar programs dedicated to advancing solar energy growth .
 As President and Executive Director , Andrea sets the tone , provides overall management and strategic direction , and works closely with the Board to develop and implement high - level research and national educational initiatives to promote the expanded use of solar and solar - compatible technologies . The Solar Foundation ’s major initiatives include the annual National Solar Jobs Census , which tracks job growth in the American solar industry ; SolSmart , which helps local governments reduce barriers and open up solar markets ; and workforce development programs to help the solar industry thrive .
 Prior to The Solar Foundation , Andrea ran the City of Milwaukee ’s U.S. Department of Energy Solar America Cities program , “ Milwaukee Shines , ” from 2008 - 2010 . In this position , she helped Milwaukee implement policies aimed at increasing solar energy capacity , including the implementation of one of the nation ’s first Property Assessed Clean Energy financing programs and the establishment of the Milwaukee Metro Solar Hot Water Business Council .
 Andrea is a graduate of the University of Minnesota and the University of Wisconsin - Milwaukee . At the University of Wisconsin , she earned her Master ’s in Nonprofit Leadership and Management and was awarded the highly competitive Center for Economic Development fellowship through the UW Consortium for Economic Opportunity .


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The prototype of the graphic form of the Armenian letter Ն is the Greek “ nu ” – not the classical N , but one of its varieties . But it is not possible to determine , which variant exactly was used by Mashtots , because there were numerous variations of Ն in the IV – V centuries .
 Letter Յ denotes the sound [ y ] . At first , its phonetic meaning was confined to this , but with the lapse of time it changed . Apparently , no later than the XIII century , letter Յ got to be pronounced as [ h ] at the beginning of words .


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The other day we all decided to take a walk around the pond. �It has been absolutely beautiful here in Floyd this week. �Our morning temperatures have been mid 40’s. �Amazing!! �Wonderful sleeping weather. �The days have only gotten into the mid 70’s. �I love it. �For my part, the Good Lord could just let it be this way all summer and I would be happy.
The girls had lots of fun. �They came in the house and got their wading shoes and spent lots of time wading in the pond. �Jasper even joined them for a while. �He doesn’t care much for water. �I suppose after his accident the first winter, he thinks water isn’t much fun.
Lots of cool bugs were flying around the pond.
I have no idea what they are but if you look closely you can see the tiny blue bugs that were hovering around the blade of grass.
We have so many of these birds. �I couldn’t tell for sure from the picture if they were barn swallows or tree swallows. �Both birds are abundant here. �They will fly down to the pond and touch the water. �It is amazing to watch. �Sometimes as many as 50 or more just skipping above the water. �I’m not sure if they are getting a drink or catching bugs but it is one of our favorite evening passtimes to watch them.
I thought I would share with you all a picture of the lower garden.� It is doing pretty good.� The upper garden is having a little more of a difficult time.� We are having trouble keeping the calves out of it.� They seem to find new ways to get out every day and seem to enjoy the corn in the upper garden very much.� Shadow is getting too old to chase them and Jasper is just learning.� He is on the accelerated learning program right now as I want him to learn quickly.� He actually is getting much better.� He “sometimes” listens and obeys commands.� Sometimes he is just so happy that the calves are running from him, he doesn’t care where they are running.� Oh well, that’s life on a farm.
I just love to see a sunrise or a sunset.� I think it comes from living in the mountains of southwest virginia.� Where I grew up, you never saw either one.�Our house was in what we call a “holler” so�the view was blocked by the mountains.� The sun would hit our yard about 11:00 and go down about 3:00.� I guess thats one of the reasons I love living here in Floyd.� In the summer, the sun is in our yard about 6:30 and leaves about�8:00.� Lots of sunshine, which I love.� This morning God put on another show for us to enjoy.� Thank you Lord!� School today as usual.� It is hard to concentrate on school now though.� We feel like we’re been let out of prison.� The temperatue is warm, the snow is almost gone, so of course everyone wants to be outside instead of in.� We try to mix a little of both so it doesn’t get to bad.� Jasper (young dog) had his first experience with a skunk last night.� Not very pleasant.� I tried a remedy one of the ladies from church told me about.� I sprayed him with Febreeze.� It actually helped quite a lot.� He still smells but not as bad.�I don’t have to cook tonight,�we are eating� at church.� Roast beef and potatoes with all the trimmings.� It has been a long time since we went to church on Wednesday night.� When the weather is bad, they call it off.�� I am definitely looking forward to going tonight.� The girls are involved in TeamKids there at church.� They alternate Wednesdays doing childrens choir and handbells.� They really enjoy the handbells.� The adults are doing a Beth Moore study on the fruit of the spirit.� It has been a really good study so far, however we are pretty far behind because of the bad weather we’ve had this winter.�� They have decided not to watch the video that goes with it, in order to hopefully get it finished in May.� Guess I better get ready to go.� Take care and God bless.
I used to be so strong.� Oh well, it’s not too bad.� The girls really enjoy them being in.� Cold here today.� The wind is blowing pretty hard.� The fire went out last night and when I tried to build a new fire this morning, the smoke was terrible.� I eventually just took the wood out of the stove and left it alone.� I would rather be a little cool than have to deal with all that smoke.� We have the gas logs on so its not too cold.� Hopefully, we will do bible study tomorrow.� I am very excited�to begin this study.��Esther is such an exciting book to study and�I’m sure Beth Moore will bring out things I would never think about.� We are hopefully�going down to Jessica’s�this weekend.��I�want to do some girl stuff.��The town she lives in has an excellent Goodwill Store.��I love shopping at Goodwill!� I�guess I just love thrift store shopping in general, yard sales, consignment sales, etc.� Good deals at good prices.� Well, lunch break is over.� Time for school.� Enjoy your day and God bless.
I took these pictures this afternoon after church.� This road connects to our road.� About 3 weeks ago when the first drifts came, they cleared this road.� I was told it took 12 hours to clear it.� I can only imagine how tall the snow was then, if it still looks like this 3 weeks later.� Church today was very good, communion with a fellowship meal, then a business meeting.� I went alone as Julie is still sick. � Hubby volunteered to stay home with them.� I very seldom go anywhere alone, so it felt very strange.� Julie is feeling some better though so I pray she is on the mend.�� The young pup Jasper seems to be on the mend too.� Take care and God bless.
I thought everyone would enjoy some more snow pictures.� The last picture is the pond.��I�know it just looks�white but it really is snowing hard.� Yes, it is snowing again.� 2-4 inches.� Well, that don’t sound too bad.� We did get out over the weekend.� Went to town Saturday and church yesterday.� It felt good to get out.� Not much else happening here today.� Just school and everyday things.� We brought Jasper (the puppy-I shouldn’t call him puppy anymore) in and gave him a bath this morning.� Very interesting!� He hadn’t had a bath in a while as he has been outside most of the winter.� �I was amazed at how much bigger he is.� I have allowed him to stay in today while he is drying.� He is a very happy dog, and of course Julie is a very happy girl.� Enjoy your day and God bless.

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The other day we all decided to take a walk around the pond . � It has been absolutely beautiful here in Floyd this week . � Our morning temperatures have been mid 40 ’s . � Amazing ! ! � Wonderful sleeping weather . � The days have only gotten into the mid 70 ’s . � I love it . � For my part , the Good Lord could just let it be this way all summer and I would be happy .
 The girls had lots of fun . � They came in the house and got their wading shoes and spent lots of time wading in the pond . � Jasper even joined them for a while . � He does n’t care much for water . � I suppose after his accident the first winter , he thinks water is n’t much fun .
 Lots of cool bugs were flying around the pond .
 I have no idea what they are but if you look closely you can see the tiny blue bugs that were hovering around the blade of grass .
 We have so many of these birds . � I could n’t tell for sure from the picture if they were barn swallows or tree swallows . � Both birds are abundant here . � They will fly down to the pond and touch the water . � It is amazing to watch . � Sometimes as many as 50 or more just skipping above the water . � I ’m not sure if they are getting a drink or catching bugs but it is one of our favorite evening passtimes to watch them .
 I thought I would share with you all a picture of the lower garden . � It is doing pretty good . � The upper garden is having a little more of a difficult time . � We are having trouble keeping the calves out of it . � They seem to find new ways to get out every day and seem to enjoy the corn in the upper garden very much . � Shadow is getting too old to chase them and Jasper is just learning . � He is on the accelerated learning program right now as I want him to learn quickly . � He actually is getting much better . � He “ sometimes ” listens and obeys commands . � Sometimes he is just so happy that the calves are running from him , he does n’t care where they are running . � Oh well , that ’s life on a farm .
 I just love to see a sunrise or a sunset . � I think it comes from living in the mountains of southwest virginia . � Where I grew up , you never saw either one. � Our house was in what we call a “ holler ” so � the view was blocked by the mountains . � The sun would hit our yard about 11:00 and go down about 3:00 . � I guess that s one of the reasons I love living here in Floyd . � In the summer , the sun is in our yard about 6:30 and leaves about � 8:00 . � Lots of sunshine , which I love . � This morning God put on another show for us to enjoy . � Thank you Lord ! � School today as usual . � It is hard to concentrate on school now though . � We feel like we ’re been let out of prison . � The temperatue is warm , the snow is almost gone , so of course everyone wants to be outside instead of in . � We try to mix a little of both so it does n’t get to bad . � Jasper ( young dog ) had his first experience with a skunk last night . � Not very pleasant . � I tried a remedy one of the ladies from church told me about . � I sprayed him with Febreeze . � It actually helped quite a lot . � He still smells but not as bad. � I do n’t have to cook tonight, � we are eating � at church . � Roast beef and potatoes with all the trimmings . � It has been a long time since we went to church on Wednesday night . � When the weather is bad , they call it off . � � I am definitely looking forward to going tonight . � The girls are involved in TeamKids there at church . � They alternate Wednesdays doing childrens choir and handbells . � They really enjoy the handbells . � The adults are doing a Beth Moore study on the fruit of the spirit . � It has been a really good study so far , however we are pretty far behind because of the bad weather we ’ve had this winter . � � They have decided not to watch the video that goes with it , in order to hopefully get it finished in May . � Guess I better get ready to go . � Take care and God bless .
 I used to be so strong . � Oh well , it ’s not too bad . � The girls really enjoy them being in . � Cold here today . � The wind is blowing pretty hard . � The fire went out last night and when I tried to build a new fire this morning , the smoke was terrible . � I eventually just took the wood out of the stove and left it alone . � I would rather be a little cool than have to deal with all that smoke . � We have the gas logs on so its not too cold . � Hopefully , we will do bible study tomorrow . � I am very excited � to begin this study. � � Esther is such an exciting book to study and � I’m sure Beth Moore will bring out things I would never think about . � We are hopefully � going down to Jessica’s � this weekend. � � I � want to do some girl stuff. � � The town she lives in has an excellent Goodwill Store. � � I love shopping at Goodwill ! � I � guess I just love thrift store shopping in general , yard sales , consignment sales , etc . � Good deals at good prices . � Well , lunch break is over . � Time for school . � Enjoy your day and God bless .
 I took these pictures this afternoon after church . � This road connects to our road . � About 3 weeks ago when the first drifts came , they cleared this road . � I was told it took 12 hours to clear it . � I can only imagine how tall the snow was then , if it still looks like this 3 weeks later . � Church today was very good , communion with a fellowship meal , then a business meeting . � I went alone as Julie is still sick . � Hubby volunteered to stay home with them . � I very seldom go anywhere alone , so it felt very strange . � Julie is feeling some better though so I pray she is on the mend . � � The young pup Jasper seems to be on the mend too . � Take care and God bless .
 I thought everyone would enjoy some more snow pictures . � The last picture is the pond. � � I � know it just looks � white but it really is snowing hard . � Yes , it is snowing again . � 2 - 4 inches . � Well , that do n’t sound too bad . � We did get out over the weekend . � Went to town Saturday and church yesterday . � It felt good to get out . � Not much else happening here today . � Just school and everyday things . � We brought Jasper ( the puppy - I should n’t call him puppy anymore ) in and gave him a bath this morning . � Very interesting ! � He had n’t had a bath in a while as he has been outside most of the winter . � � I was amazed at how much bigger he is . � I have allowed him to stay in today while he is drying . � He is a very happy dog , and of course Julie is a very happy girl . � Enjoy your day and God bless .


text: This student is less than threatened by the bully harassing him for his lunch money. He has other things on his mind, like Sarah and her new highlights. Thanks to the confidence provided by the Orbit Peppermint Gum in his pocket, they share a shining moment together as she strolls by.

tokenized: This student is less than threatened by the bully harassing him for his lunch money . He has other things on his mind , like Sarah and her new highlights . Thanks to the confidence provided by the Orbit Peppermint Gum in his pocket , they share a shining moment together as she strolls by .


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As the sky turns from blue to orange in the Zimbabwe bush, a cool breeze blows to chase away the scorching heat of the afternoon, ushering in the night. A small brown mammal with plate-like scales rustles through the grass. Little does it know that it walks close to the path of extinction.
There hasn’t been a more dangerous time to be a pangolin. The species has become the most trafficked mammal in the world. They are illegally traded for their scales, as bush meat or for medicinal purposes. But the threat of their extinction rarely makes news. An organisation in Zimbabwe aims to change this by educating the public about an animal many may not know even exists. Enabled by the Tikki Hywood Trust, a group of men dedicate their lives to rehabilitating captured pangolins. They are entrusted with caring for animals that have endured major stress, often having been transported many kilometres bound in a sack, starved and dehydrated.
The process takes a lot of patience. It is a difficult task to gain the trust of the pangolins while trying to nurture them to full health. But the men do this with love for the animal. They have developed an intimate relationship while caring for them. Pangolins are like their children. And like any parent, they will protect their family from anything that poses a threat.

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As the sky turns from blue to orange in the Zimbabwe bush , a cool breeze blows to chase away the scorching heat of the afternoon , ushering in the night . A small brown mammal with plate - like scales rustles through the grass . Little does it know that it walks close to the path of extinction .
 There has n’t been a more dangerous time to be a pangolin . The species has become the most trafficked mammal in the world . They are illegally traded for their scales , as bush meat or for medicinal purposes . But the threat of their extinction rarely makes news . An organisation in Zimbabwe aims to change this by educating the public about an animal many may not know even exists . Enabled by the Tikki Hywood Trust , a group of men dedicate their lives to rehabilitating captured pangolins . They are entrusted with caring for animals that have endured major stress , often having been transported many kilometres bound in a sack , starved and dehydrated .
 The process takes a lot of patience . It is a difficult task to gain the trust of the pangolins while trying to nurture them to full health . But the men do this with love for the animal . They have developed an intimate relationship while caring for them . Pangolins are like their children . And like any parent , they will protect their family from anything that poses a threat .


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With the monthly snowfall average in Calgary being surpassed within the first four days of November 2017, some tips of getting through winter seemed appropriate! First off, some tips on snow shoveling.
Other quick tips include layering clothes so that you may shed a layer if need be, be sure to drink plenty of water and stay hydrated – even if you feel cold, wear good shoes or boots with grips to avoid slips and falls, and cool down after finishing shoveling with some light stretches. Finally, getting adjusted will help improve flexibility and lessen the chance of injury, and Chiropractic care should also be used after an injury in order to quicken recovery times.

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With the monthly snowfall average in Calgary being surpassed within the first four days of November 2017 , some tips of getting through winter seemed appropriate ! First off , some tips on snow shoveling .
 Other quick tips include layering clothes so that you may shed a layer if need be , be sure to drink plenty of water and stay hydrated – even if you feel cold , wear good shoes or boots with grips to avoid slips and falls , and cool down after finishing shoveling with some light stretches . Finally , getting adjusted will help improve flexibility and lessen the chance of injury , and Chiropractic care should also be used after an injury in order to quicken recovery times .


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This week at Wednesday Afternoon Writers, we used a prompt idea from one of the amazing demonstrations I had the honor of being a part of this summer at the Denver Writing Project. As a matter of fact, for the past few weeks at WAW, we’ve been using prompts or activities I gleaned from the DWP. These prompts have given a new spark to our writing.
We each chose one strip from each bag and attempted to use them in any way we deemed in our writing. We wrote for ½ hour and shared.
So here are the three poems we used.
Below in my writing I have printed the words of the above poets in bold. In my story they are ordered: Lowell, Forbes and Evans.
Sitting perfectly upright, contented and pensive on a tree stump, Emma pulled the stuffed raccoon closer to her. The soft fur tickled her chin. Emma’s tiny giggle twinkled in the cold morning air, making the darkening forest path a less foreboding walk. She knew she wasn’t supposed to be on the path alone. Emma left her grandmother’s cottage while she could still hear her grandmother’s snoring rising up to her room through the shared fireplace chimney. But she needed to escape and this was her best chance.
Standing up, gathering her courage and her best friend, Emma started down the path. She came to the inevitable fork in the road. But this time there was actually a fork in the road holding three signs, one on each tine.
The third sign stated, “ Green-White Water This Way” and had an arrow pointing to the right.
Emma wasn’t there to do what she always did. And, after all, she had a great imagination. So she wouldn’t even entertain the idea of traveling down the boring, middle road.
Also, she was escaping from seriously risky business. She wasn’t about to add to her troubles by going to the left.
Green-White Water sounded like a welcoming place. She loved to swim and always wanted to visit the ocean. Emma decided this was the “right” path to follow.
With a skip to the right and laugh, “And let the green-white water way be before us!” she declared their mission. And down the right lane, Arthur the Raccoon and Emma the Girl From Her Sleeping Grandmother’s Cottage chose their poison and headed for the Green-White Water.
It is important to stop here for you to learn a bit about Emma herself. Emma seemed like a very sweet girl who loved her silly, stuffed raccoon. To the outside world, this is who she was. But she was left at her grandmother’s cottage by her parents because this was not who Emma really was.
The evening before Emma left her grandmother’s cottage, she was sure to pour a sleeping draft into her grandmother’s milk to make her grandmother’s deep sleep and snore alarm. Her grandmother would be sleeping for days, so Emma had plenty of time to do as she pleased.
And secondly, Emma’s parents and neighbors wouldn’t suspect a thing. Emma sent notes, written in her grandmother’s hand as the clever opening to her clever spell. The notes announced to the neighbors and Emma’s parents a trip the two of them were taking to visit a distant acquaintance, for a week or so. The neighbors and Emma’s parents were instructed not to worry, as Emma and her grandmother would inform them of their return immediately upon their arrival back at her grandmother’s cottage. This also bought Emma more time for more adventuring, if she so pleased.
It is odd that I begin with Monte the Camel. He is just a planter, the type that was popular many years ago in the late 1950s and 60s. There is no hole for water drainage. Yet my mom, and later I, tried time and time again to grow plants in him. They always died because of either too much water or not enough.
The remarkable thing about Monte is the memories he sparks of my mom. She had a great sense of humor, something most people just passed by until my husband, Leroy, discovered it and encouraged many years later.
I can’t remember why my mom named this planter Monte. But I know she had a story that would have been a bit risqué and only she would keep the secret. The rest of us would go on asking ourselves why would Annette name a planter? But I think she named many things.
The one name of an object I do remember is Doobee Faret. It was a bee of some kind. It’s not important that I remember the object itself. What is important is that I do remember her asking me if I wanted to know what the name meant. She had a mischievous grin on her face. I knew it would be good.
My grandfather was a bee hobbyist. My mom or dad drove him miles every spring through early fall almost everyday of the week from Globeville to a farm in Arvada. Here a generous farmer, Mr. Granjeans, (No, not Greenjeans of Captian Kangeroo fame.) had given him a spot on his farm for my gandfather’s twenty or so beehives. My mom or dad made the trip twice a day from Denver to Arvada to drop him off early in the morning before my dad opened his T.V. repair shop and pick him up in the evening after the shop closed.
They also made the yearly trip to Union Station to pick up Grandpa’s queen bee and her court for the season. I remember riding in the back seat of the ’55 Chevy Nomad, hoping and praying that the bees wouldn’t get out of their box. The buzzing was so loud I thought they would certainly sting us to death if they did.
So bees and beekeeping were a part of our life and I wanted to know about Doobee Faret. This was long before the Doobie Brothers ever thought about forming a band. She made me promise not to tell anyone, especially my dad. I took the oath.
Taking me aside and whispering ever so softly, mom explained to me that with all the bee frenzy in our house, she always wondered if bees farted. There was a long pause with her smiling broadly. I just stared at her. She then repeated, “Do bees fart?” Finally, with disappointment spreading across her face, she stated “Doo…bees…fart?” “Doobee Faret?” She had to conceal the “fart” inside the “Faret” so she could say it in company. I laughed. She giggled. And we promised never to say a word.
So in tribute to my mom’s sense of humor, Monte serves as the mascot and the beginning of my book of memories.
The idea for the book stems from the many “Clean Out Your Lives” shows I have been watching on cable. I really yearn for more open space, everywhere. I understand that it is the memory that the object holds, and not the object itself. But it is hard to let go of things that have been touched and loved by loved ones.
Keep the mantra going: It is the memory that the object holds, and not the object itself.
I also like the revelation that these memories sitting on a shelf hidden by other memories or packed away in boxes not to be looked at for years and years, does not honor the objects or their memory.
Keeping the objects just results in clutter and more work in their upkeep.
We recently moved from 850 square feet into 2700. Granted, some of the stuff in our house is my father’s. Many things are those my mom packed away herself and hadn’t opened since we moved from Globeville to Wheat Ridge in l974. And even more of these boxes held wedding presents from 1950 that she never used.
So the 2700 square foot house is now full. I need to let go of stuff. And I begin here. Monte and My Marvelous Compendium of Enduring Memories.
I will take photos and write a quick, or not so quick, note about it and put it in a lovely little journal I purchased for this reason. Then the items will be taken to Good Will.
Of course, I will keep a few objects that are definitive. I believe this process will help me find them. For example, of the ten or so objects I have chosen to go first in the process, it surprises me that Monte the Camel planter is the one I had the most second thoughts about getting rid of. More than my baptism hat, or first pair of red sneakers, or the lone surviving horse from Stock show souvenirs.
This process must not be burdensome, so that I keep up. I hope it will teach me that one step at a time, or object, will make a big difference in the end. It will also keep me writing!
Note to myself: It is the memory that the object holds, and not the object itself.
It feels right and I am smiling.
Yelling into the bullhorn, I thought what I was saying was something encouraging, soothing. Possibly, even profound. It wasn’t. It was a scream at the top of my lungs letting loose a string of profanities that would make a mob boss cry.
I always wanted to be an admired leader, just like my dad. At one time he was a mayor of a small town in Iowa. He brought in the quarter-finals of the International Hot Dog Eating Competition and, with it, enough income to keep the town in the black until the County Fair. Inspired by his financial gamesmanship, high school graduates flooded the local community college to study neoclassical price theory, economic liberalism, and the free market. I wanted to inspire kids to reach for the stars, too.
How the hell was that ever going to happen with my vocabulary, regardless of my dreams?
My dad was widowed in a freak accident with a chocolate cake when I, his only daughter, had just turned one. So, I was raised by my grandma. Grammy looked like everyone else’s grandma except for the shock of red hair that changed shades on a monthly basis. She colored it to match her mood. If violet-red was the color of the choice, we knew it would be a gentler time and her words not so sharp. But if crimsons and oranges raged through Grammy’s locks and gold streaked to the tips of her split ends, we knew we were in for a bumpy ride with her lamentations.
It was storied to be a month of flame reds glowering from Grammy’s hairdo when the cake incident happened. It was my dad’s birthday and Mom was hiding the cake on top of the fridge when she slammed the freezer side-door. It actually wasn’t the cake that killed her, though. The cake slid off and planted itself on the floor upside down. Mom stood stunned for several seconds. She had labored long and hard to get that cake done. She wanted it to be just like the cake Dad remembered from his childhood. But she wasn’t a baker. She struggled for days to make the special cake using the beloved recipe. Grammy refused to share the recipe with Mom until the first grandchild was one year of age. Grammy felt that one year of life would cement the fact that the new generation was there to carry on. Grammy lectured Mom time and time again about how the cake recipe had been in the family for “generations upon generations.” Grammy insisted it was the same recipe used by our humble relatives and served to Marie Antoinette. Secretly mom wished she could someday visit the scullery in the Palace of Versailles to be inspired by the kitchens that produced this family heirloom. What Mom didn’t realize was that while she appreciated that Grammy could swear like a sailor, the benefactor of the honored recipe could lie like a rug, too.
Despite the tension caused from the ownership of the recipe, Mom and Grammy supposedly got along famously. One of the amusements they had in common was appreciating pulling off a real good practical joke. They were Mom’s specialty and Grammy embraced the challenge of not letting her succeed. It took mom two attempts at baking the cake with the so-called original recipe, before she connected Grammy’s regular visit each afternoon and the smirk plastered across Grammy’s face with the botched cakes coming out of the oven. The first time Mom tried baking the chocolate cake, it turned out more like pudding. Grammy simply grinned and offered to tweak to the recipe. Later that evening as Grammy was leaving for bingo, her purse felt a bit heavy. Opening the clasp, Grammy witnessed her lipstick tube, a piece of Wrigley’s Spearmint gum and her grocery list submerged in brown, sticky goo.
Mom’s second cake attempt was so dry and hard that she simply threw it away. Mom stormed out of the kitchen refusing to acknowledge Grammy’s Cheshire grin wrapping around her face. Grammy dug the cake out of the garbage can, wrapped it in tin foil, and used it as a doorstop until the day she died.
Again Grammy offered to adjust the recipe. But mom decided to take the bull by the horns and complete the cake without Grammy’s assistance. Mom finally succeeded in her quest by contacting the Women’s Social Group. The church ladies descended like chickens to their feed. They had a mission. They quickly and, rather proudly, deciphered Grammy’s scratchings, re-adjusted the hallowed recipe for the high altitude of Leadville, the Two Mile High City of the West, and produced a most perfect cake.
That was all Mom needed to hear. She began to chase Grammy round and round the tiny kitchen. Each time they passed the cake, they got closer and closer. Just as Grammy skirted by the ragged edge of the broken cake plate, she took a sudden turn out the backdoor.
The neighbors still reminisce about the foot race. Grammy running down the street giving her best dissertation while my mother followed close behind waving her arms gloriously in the air and adding to the din. Although Mom couldn’t begin to touch Grammy’s dubious parlance, she had been in training with Grammy before she married Dad. Apparently, the Iowa town where Dad was mayor could ignore Grammy’s outbursts. But adding Mom into the discourse would not be tolerated. So after the wedding, Dad found a new town high up in the Rocky Mountains and a job running the local bookstore. He said he chose Leadville so Grammy’s words had less traveling time to reach the atmosphere before being sucked forever into outer space.
Anyway, Grammy just kept running with Mom matching her pace in stride, as well as words. By the time Grammy and Mom reached the town’s edge, there was hardly room on the sidewalks for sightseers and the cheering almost overrode the battle cries of my matriarchs. Once Grammy and Mom faded into the distance up the mountainside, everyone had placed their bets on the champion of their choice. The bets would be settled once the victor descended back down the mountainside.
Grammy and Mom continued running along the hiking trail turning the crisp air blue with their words. As Grammy came to the boarded-up mine entrance she took a turn away from their normally agreed upon stopping place. It was here under the pines they would usually end their charades. Their deceptions were always planned in advance. On the agreed upon day, Grammy would take her regular morning stroll to the mine entrance with a not so regular purpose. With the promise of a late afternoon swig, Grammy would hide the Shanahan’s bottle with a couple of glasses, one for each of them. Both enjoyed whiskey and a local distiller was their favorite. It wasn’t until Grammy died a few years ago that Mr. Shanahan himself came by the house with Grammy’s inveterate tab, smiled at dad, and tore it up. Mr. Shanahan assured Dad that he delighted in his bi-monthly shot, chat, and cigar with Grammy and that he would never accept a cent from dad to pay Grammy’s bill.
But the day of the chocolate cake incident, Grammy didn’t stop for their appointed toast at the predestined spot. Mom followed Grammy through the pine forest, this time without a path. Grammy kept stringing her words together, then stopped. Mom’s retorts had ended a second before. It was silent, no padding of feet. Nothing but the wind scratching the tips of the pines. Grammy turned. Mom was gone. Grammy traced her steps backward. She knew this area like the back of her hand. Grammy had taken the right side of the large pine, while Mom ran around the left. But on the left was an old mine shaft that had probably been recently uncovered by curious tourists, leaving a hole descending into darkness miles deep into the mountain.
Grammy didn’t linger. She high-tailed it back to town, cursing all the way. As Grammy descended, the townspeople began to settle their bets. That day, however, they sensed a different tone upon hearing Grammy’s usual anathema.
They searched for days for my mom. They sent down expert rescuers and Grammy understood the importance of rooting for them at the edge of the shaft the whole time. They never found her. Not a trace. It was as if she disappeared off the face of the earth. There is a river that runs deep beneath the surface of the Leadville mountain and it was determined that Mom must have been swept away.
I set the bullhorn down. I knew there wouldn’t be another talk by the superiors of our town’s summer camp warning me that I had one more chance if I could just control my language. Earlier conversations had strongly suggested that if I wanted to rise to Camp Counselor of the five-year-olds and, one day, to Camp Director, I would have to learn some self-control. It just wasn’t going to happen. I wanted to make my Dad as proud of me as I am of him. But I had spent the first eighteen years of my life under the tutelage of my Grammy.
I turned from the wide-eyed stares and dropped jaws of the Bunny Hoppers and headed towards the bus stop. I didn’t need my stuff. I was on a new mission.
Walking down the gravel path I reached into the pocket of my shorts. I pulled out the tattered, yellowing piece of paper titled “Chocolate Cake” that was left to me in Grammy’s will. I read the final line of the recipe one more time. Across the bottom in bright red felt tip pen Grammy had scratched: Your mom always wanted to live in Paris.
Well, I guess it was time for a blanking trip to Paris.
This piece was one of several written during my time with the Denver Writing Project. It is a piece of silliness. I wanted it to be much darker and funnier. I don’t know how to do that. Yet. I will learn. But for now, I hope you enjoyed this little bit of fiction and had a little chuckle.
Langston Hughes is one of my favorite poets. He can sing the blues without using a single note. His words sway across the page like the music itself.
Today’s poem escorts the melancholy of the blues onto the page.
When I read this poem, I feel like I am sitting at a table in the bar listening to this man’s lament. I feel the beat and smell the smoke. There are little or no words spoken between those left at the tables. It’s too late for that. The night is slipping into the early morning and regrets fill the air.
I wonder, did the music give definition to the word – blue? How could a color so calm as the morning sky or vibrant as the rolling sea give birth to such heartbreak?
The deep navy that streaks across our flag is a noble blue. How much sadness, as well as joy and triumph, are held within those borders?
Today I came across a remarkable young poet, J. Michael Martinez. I must give gratitude to Poets.org for the introduction.
This is the type of poem that puts many people off and takes them away from even trying to understand the poet’s words. I ask you not to be swayed and quickly go away.
The wonderful thing about poetry is that it should be read aloud. If you click on the link below, you can hear the poet read this poem. When I am unsure about what a poem means, I read it aloud, several times. If that doesn’t work, I look for a recording of the poet, so I can hear his phrasing and stops and how he feels his own words.
Then it is up to me. I must make it live in my own life. That is the beauty of good poetry. It will mean something different to each person who reads it. We always bring our experiences to the table when reading other’s words. Our understanding and comprehension turns on who we are. That is how poetry speaks to us.
Let this poem have a chance to speak to you. Allow Mr. Martinez to read to you and enjoy.
How do you see white? How does it live and breathe in your life? What do those white stripes on our flag say to you this holiday time?
Thought I would share, over the next few days, some of my favorite poems inspired by my work at the Denver Writing Project.
My choice for today is by Williams Carlos Williams.
And so begins a poem I love for its simplicity and elegance. William Carlos Williams is a master of precision and beauty. It’s easy to throw a lot of descriptive words onto a page. What Williams does, is what the master gardener does.
The master gardener is a creator with an eye to the minute, as well as to extravagance. While the entire garden tells a story, it is in honing in on the exquisiteness of the diminutive vignette that completes its own narrative.
In that breath, I invite you to imagine a clear blue sky when reading this poem. Even better, find a friend and take turns reading it to one another while the listener’s eyes are closed. It’s a perfect compliment to this holiday weekend.

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This week at Wednesday Afternoon Writers , we used a prompt idea from one of the amazing demonstrations I had the honor of being a part of this summer at the Denver Writing Project . As a matter of fact , for the past few weeks at WAW , we ’ve been using prompts or activities I gleaned from the DWP . These prompts have given a new spark to our writing .
 We each chose one strip from each bag and attempted to use them in any way we deemed in our writing . We wrote for ½ hour and shared .
 So here are the three poems we used .
 Below in my writing I have printed the words of the above poets in bold . In my story they are ordered : Lowell , Forbes and Evans .
 Sitting perfectly upright , contented and pensive on a tree stump , Emma pulled the stuffed raccoon closer to her . The soft fur tickled her chin . Emma ’s tiny giggle twinkled in the cold morning air , making the darkening forest path a less foreboding walk . She knew she was n’t supposed to be on the path alone . Emma left her grandmother ’s cottage while she could still hear her grandmother ’s snoring rising up to her room through the shared fireplace chimney . But she needed to escape and this was her best chance .
 Standing up , gathering her courage and her best friend , Emma started down the path . She came to the inevitable fork in the road . But this time there was actually a fork in the road holding three signs , one on each tine .
 The third sign stated , “ Green - White Water This Way ” and had an arrow pointing to the right .
 Emma was n’t there to do what she always did . And , after all , she had a great imagination . So she would n’t even entertain the idea of traveling down the boring , middle road .
 Also , she was escaping from seriously risky business . She was n’t about to add to her troubles by going to the left .
 Green - White Water sounded like a welcoming place . She loved to swim and always wanted to visit the ocean . Emma decided this was the “ right ” path to follow .
 With a skip to the right and laugh , “ And let the green - white water way be before us ! ” she declared their mission . And down the right lane , Arthur the Raccoon and Emma the Girl From Her Sleeping Grandmother ’s Cottage chose their poison and headed for the Green - White Water .
 It is important to stop here for you to learn a bit about Emma herself . Emma seemed like a very sweet girl who loved her silly , stuffed raccoon . To the outside world , this is who she was . But she was left at her grandmother ’s cottage by her parents because this was not who Emma really was .
 The evening before Emma left her grandmother ’s cottage , she was sure to pour a sleeping draft into her grandmother ’s milk to make her grandmother ’s deep sleep and snore alarm . Her grandmother would be sleeping for days , so Emma had plenty of time to do as she pleased .
 And secondly , Emma ’s parents and neighbors would n’t suspect a thing . Emma sent notes , written in her grandmother ’s hand as the clever opening to her clever spell . The notes announced to the neighbors and Emma ’s parents a trip the two of them were taking to visit a distant acquaintance , for a week or so . The neighbors and Emma ’s parents were instructed not to worry , as Emma and her grandmother would inform them of their return immediately upon their arrival back at her grandmother ’s cottage . This also bought Emma more time for more adventuring , if she so pleased .
 It is odd that I begin with Monte the Camel . He is just a planter , the type that was popular many years ago in the late 1950s and 60s . There is no hole for water drainage . Yet my mom , and later I , tried time and time again to grow plants in him . They always died because of either too much water or not enough .
 The remarkable thing about Monte is the memories he sparks of my mom . She had a great sense of humor , something most people just passed by until my husband , Leroy , discovered it and encouraged many years later .
 I ca n’t remember why my mom named this planter Monte . But I know she had a story that would have been a bit risqué and only she would keep the secret . The rest of us would go on asking ourselves why would Annette name a planter ? But I think she named many things .
 The one name of an object I do remember is Doobee Faret . It was a bee of some kind . It ’s not important that I remember the object itself . What is important is that I do remember her asking me if I wanted to know what the name meant . She had a mischievous grin on her face . I knew it would be good .
 My grandfather was a bee hobbyist . My mom or dad drove him miles every spring through early fall almost everyday of the week from Globeville to a farm in Arvada . Here a generous farmer , Mr. Granjeans , ( No , not Greenjeans of Captian Kangeroo fame . ) had given him a spot on his farm for my gandfather ’s twenty or so beehives . My mom or dad made the trip twice a day from Denver to Arvada to drop him off early in the morning before my dad opened his T.V. repair shop and pick him up in the evening after the shop closed .
 They also made the yearly trip to Union Station to pick up Grandpa ’s queen bee and her court for the season . I remember riding in the back seat of the ’ 55 Chevy Nomad , hoping and praying that the bees would n’t get out of their box . The buzzing was so loud I thought they would certainly sting us to death if they did .
 So bees and beekeeping were a part of our life and I wanted to know about Doobee Faret . This was long before the Doobie Brothers ever thought about forming a band . She made me promise not to tell anyone , especially my dad . I took the oath .
 Taking me aside and whispering ever so softly , mom explained to me that with all the bee frenzy in our house , she always wondered if bees farted . There was a long pause with her smiling broadly . I just stared at her . She then repeated , “ Do bees fart ? ” Finally , with disappointment spreading across her face , she stated “ Doo … bees … fart ? ” “ Doobee Faret ? ” She had to conceal the “ fart ” inside the “ Faret ” so she could say it in company . I laughed . She giggled . And we promised never to say a word .
 So in tribute to my mom ’s sense of humor , Monte serves as the mascot and the beginning of my book of memories .
 The idea for the book stems from the many “ Clean Out Your Lives ” shows I have been watching on cable . I really yearn for more open space , everywhere . I understand that it is the memory that the object holds , and not the object itself . But it is hard to let go of things that have been touched and loved by loved ones .
 Keep the mantra going : It is the memory that the object holds , and not the object itself .
 I also like the revelation that these memories sitting on a shelf hidden by other memories or packed away in boxes not to be looked at for years and years , does not honor the objects or their memory .
 Keeping the objects just results in clutter and more work in their upkeep .
 We recently moved from 850 square feet into 2700 . Granted , some of the stuff in our house is my father ’s . Many things are those my mom packed away herself and had n’t opened since we moved from Globeville to Wheat Ridge in l974 . And even more of these boxes held wedding presents from 1950 that she never used .
 So the 2700 square foot house is now full . I need to let go of stuff . And I begin here . Monte and My Marvelous Compendium of Enduring Memories .
 I will take photos and write a quick , or not so quick , note about it and put it in a lovely little journal I purchased for this reason . Then the items will be taken to Good Will .
 Of course , I will keep a few objects that are definitive . I believe this process will help me find them . For example , of the ten or so objects I have chosen to go first in the process , it surprises me that Monte the Camel planter is the one I had the most second thoughts about getting rid of . More than my baptism hat , or first pair of red sneakers , or the lone surviving horse from Stock show souvenirs .
 This process must not be burdensome , so that I keep up . I hope it will teach me that one step at a time , or object , will make a big difference in the end . It will also keep me writing !
 Note to myself : It is the memory that the object holds , and not the object itself .
 It feels right and I am smiling .
 Yelling into the bullhorn , I thought what I was saying was something encouraging , soothing . Possibly , even profound . It was n’t . It was a scream at the top of my lungs letting loose a string of profanities that would make a mob boss cry .
 I always wanted to be an admired leader , just like my dad . At one time he was a mayor of a small town in Iowa . He brought in the quarter - finals of the International Hot Dog Eating Competition and , with it , enough income to keep the town in the black until the County Fair . Inspired by his financial gamesmanship , high school graduates flooded the local community college to study neoclassical price theory , economic liberalism , and the free market . I wanted to inspire kids to reach for the stars , too .
 How the hell was that ever going to happen with my vocabulary , regardless of my dreams ?
 My dad was widowed in a freak accident with a chocolate cake when I , his only daughter , had just turned one . So , I was raised by my grandma . Grammy looked like everyone else ’s grandma except for the shock of red hair that changed shades on a monthly basis . She colored it to match her mood . If violet - red was the color of the choice , we knew it would be a gentler time and her words not so sharp . But if crimsons and oranges raged through Grammy ’s locks and gold streaked to the tips of her split ends , we knew we were in for a bumpy ride with her lamentations .
 It was storied to be a month of flame reds glowering from Grammy ’s hairdo when the cake incident happened . It was my dad ’s birthday and Mom was hiding the cake on top of the fridge when she slammed the freezer side - door . It actually was n’t the cake that killed her , though . The cake slid off and planted itself on the floor upside down . Mom stood stunned for several seconds . She had labored long and hard to get that cake done . She wanted it to be just like the cake Dad remembered from his childhood . But she was n’t a baker . She struggled for days to make the special cake using the beloved recipe . Grammy refused to share the recipe with Mom until the first grandchild was one year of age . Grammy felt that one year of life would cement the fact that the new generation was there to carry on . Grammy lectured Mom time and time again about how the cake recipe had been in the family for “ generations upon generations . ” Grammy insisted it was the same recipe used by our humble relatives and served to Marie Antoinette . Secretly mom wished she could someday visit the scullery in the Palace of Versailles to be inspired by the kitchens that produced this family heirloom . What Mom did n’t realize was that while she appreciated that Grammy could swear like a sailor , the benefactor of the honored recipe could lie like a rug , too .
 Despite the tension caused from the ownership of the recipe , Mom and Grammy supposedly got along famously . One of the amusements they had in common was appreciating pulling off a real good practical joke . They were Mom ’s specialty and Grammy embraced the challenge of not letting her succeed . It took mom two attempts at baking the cake with the so - called original recipe , before she connected Grammy ’s regular visit each afternoon and the smirk plastered across Grammy ’s face with the botched cakes coming out of the oven . The first time Mom tried baking the chocolate cake , it turned out more like pudding . Grammy simply grinned and offered to tweak to the recipe . Later that evening as Grammy was leaving for bingo , her purse felt a bit heavy . Opening the clasp , Grammy witnessed her lipstick tube , a piece of Wrigley ’s Spearmint gum and her grocery list submerged in brown , sticky goo .
 Mom ’s second cake attempt was so dry and hard that she simply threw it away . Mom stormed out of the kitchen refusing to acknowledge Grammy ’s Cheshire grin wrapping around her face . Grammy dug the cake out of the garbage can , wrapped it in tin foil , and used it as a doorstop until the day she died .
 Again Grammy offered to adjust the recipe . But mom decided to take the bull by the horns and complete the cake without Grammy ’s assistance . Mom finally succeeded in her quest by contacting the Women ’s Social Group . The church ladies descended like chickens to their feed . They had a mission . They quickly and , rather proudly , deciphered Grammy ’s scratchings , re - adjusted the hallowed recipe for the high altitude of Leadville , the Two Mile High City of the West , and produced a most perfect cake .
 That was all Mom needed to hear . She began to chase Grammy round and round the tiny kitchen . Each time they passed the cake , they got closer and closer . Just as Grammy skirted by the ragged edge of the broken cake plate , she took a sudden turn out the backdoor .
 The neighbors still reminisce about the foot race . Grammy running down the street giving her best dissertation while my mother followed close behind waving her arms gloriously in the air and adding to the din . Although Mom could n’t begin to touch Grammy ’s dubious parlance , she had been in training with Grammy before she married Dad . Apparently , the Iowa town where Dad was mayor could ignore Grammy ’s outbursts . But adding Mom into the discourse would not be tolerated . So after the wedding , Dad found a new town high up in the Rocky Mountains and a job running the local bookstore . He said he chose Leadville so Grammy ’s words had less traveling time to reach the atmosphere before being sucked forever into outer space .
 Anyway , Grammy just kept running with Mom matching her pace in stride , as well as words . By the time Grammy and Mom reached the town ’s edge , there was hardly room on the sidewalks for sightseers and the cheering almost overrode the battle cries of my matriarchs . Once Grammy and Mom faded into the distance up the mountainside , everyone had placed their bets on the champion of their choice . The bets would be settled once the victor descended back down the mountainside .
 Grammy and Mom continued running along the hiking trail turning the crisp air blue with their words . As Grammy came to the boarded - up mine entrance she took a turn away from their normally agreed upon stopping place . It was here under the pines they would usually end their charades . Their deceptions were always planned in advance . On the agreed upon day , Grammy would take her regular morning stroll to the mine entrance with a not so regular purpose . With the promise of a late afternoon swig , Grammy would hide the Shanahan ’s bottle with a couple of glasses , one for each of them . Both enjoyed whiskey and a local distiller was their favorite . It was n’t until Grammy died a few years ago that Mr. Shanahan himself came by the house with Grammy ’s inveterate tab , smiled at dad , and tore it up . Mr. Shanahan assured Dad that he delighted in his bi - monthly shot , chat , and cigar with Grammy and that he would never accept a cent from dad to pay Grammy ’s bill .
 But the day of the chocolate cake incident , Grammy did n’t stop for their appointed toast at the predestined spot . Mom followed Grammy through the pine forest , this time without a path . Grammy kept stringing her words together , then stopped . Mom ’s retorts had ended a second before . It was silent , no padding of feet . Nothing but the wind scratching the tips of the pines . Grammy turned . Mom was gone . Grammy traced her steps backward . She knew this area like the back of her hand . Grammy had taken the right side of the large pine , while Mom ran around the left . But on the left was an old mine shaft that had probably been recently uncovered by curious tourists , leaving a hole descending into darkness miles deep into the mountain .
 Grammy did n’t linger . She high - tailed it back to town , cursing all the way . As Grammy descended , the townspeople began to settle their bets . That day , however , they sensed a different tone upon hearing Grammy ’s usual anathema .
 They searched for days for my mom . They sent down expert rescuers and Grammy understood the importance of rooting for them at the edge of the shaft the whole time . They never found her . Not a trace . It was as if she disappeared off the face of the earth . There is a river that runs deep beneath the surface of the Leadville mountain and it was determined that Mom must have been swept away .
 I set the bullhorn down . I knew there would n’t be another talk by the superiors of our town ’s summer camp warning me that I had one more chance if I could just control my language . Earlier conversations had strongly suggested that if I wanted to rise to Camp Counselor of the five - year - olds and , one day , to Camp Director , I would have to learn some self - control . It just was n’t going to happen . I wanted to make my Dad as proud of me as I am of him . But I had spent the first eighteen years of my life under the tutelage of my Grammy .
 I turned from the wide - eyed stares and dropped jaws of the Bunny Hoppers and headed towards the bus stop . I did n’t need my stuff . I was on a new mission .
 Walking down the gravel path I reached into the pocket of my shorts . I pulled out the tattered , yellowing piece of paper titled “ Chocolate Cake ” that was left to me in Grammy ’s will . I read the final line of the recipe one more time . Across the bottom in bright red felt tip pen Grammy had scratched : Your mom always wanted to live in Paris .
 Well , I guess it was time for a blanking trip to Paris .
 This piece was one of several written during my time with the Denver Writing Project . It is a piece of silliness . I wanted it to be much darker and funnier . I do n’t know how to do that . Yet . I will learn . But for now , I hope you enjoyed this little bit of fiction and had a little chuckle .
 Langston Hughes is one of my favorite poets . He can sing the blues without using a single note . His words sway across the page like the music itself .
 Today ’s poem escorts the melancholy of the blues onto the page .
 When I read this poem , I feel like I am sitting at a table in the bar listening to this man ’s lament . I feel the beat and smell the smoke . There are little or no words spoken between those left at the tables . It ’s too late for that . The night is slipping into the early morning and regrets fill the air .
 I wonder , did the music give definition to the word – blue ? How could a color so calm as the morning sky or vibrant as the rolling sea give birth to such heartbreak ?
 The deep navy that streaks across our flag is a noble blue . How much sadness , as well as joy and triumph , are held within those borders ?
 Today I came across a remarkable young poet , J. Michael Martinez . I must give gratitude to Poets.org for the introduction .
 This is the type of poem that puts many people off and takes them away from even trying to understand the poet ’s words . I ask you not to be swayed and quickly go away .
 The wonderful thing about poetry is that it should be read aloud . If you click on the link below , you can hear the poet read this poem . When I am unsure about what a poem means , I read it aloud , several times . If that does n’t work , I look for a recording of the poet , so I can hear his phrasing and stops and how he feels his own words .
 Then it is up to me . I must make it live in my own life . That is the beauty of good poetry . It will mean something different to each person who reads it . We always bring our experiences to the table when reading other ’s words . Our understanding and comprehension turns on who we are . That is how poetry speaks to us .
 Let this poem have a chance to speak to you . Allow Mr. Martinez to read to you and enjoy .
 How do you see white ? How does it live and breathe in your life ? What do those white stripes on our flag say to you this holiday time ?
 Thought I would share , over the next few days , some of my favorite poems inspired by my work at the Denver Writing Project .
 My choice for today is by Williams Carlos Williams .
 And so begins a poem I love for its simplicity and elegance . William Carlos Williams is a master of precision and beauty . It ’s easy to throw a lot of descriptive words onto a page . What Williams does , is what the master gardener does .
 The master gardener is a creator with an eye to the minute , as well as to extravagance . While the entire garden tells a story , it is in honing in on the exquisiteness of the diminutive vignette that completes its own narrative .
 In that breath , I invite you to imagine a clear blue sky when reading this poem . Even better , find a friend and take turns reading it to one another while the listener ’s eyes are closed . It ’s a perfect compliment to this holiday weekend .


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Our adventure will not be more than 2-4ish miles in to camp then back out. Not a strenuous pace at all. More specifics will be included in the emails I send out upon registration.
Astrology if there is interest!
For the sake of leaving no trace as best as we can, and also just for simplicity’s sake, I will be accepting a minimal amount of people for this weekend adventure (possibly only 4-6 individuals). If you cannot make the May event, there will be another in October!
*****I will also be offering a Blue Heron Adventure Club pass this year! There will be several levels of membership, all including monthly adventures of varying sorts to various locations, some with other benefits too!
Brief Astrological Report: The moon will be in Scorpio during this weekend, making for some deep, intriguing energy. Pushing us conveniently closer to the transcendent properties of nature that we will be seeking to learn from and engage with during our discussions!
I try to keep costs low, not because I feel the experience isn’t worth a greater amount, but rather because I want people of various income levels to be able to experience such an opportunity too. I also know how us nature-loving types tend to be. Nature being generally more important than the almighty dollar— and rightfully so!
So for this overnight I’m offering everything on a sliding scale.
$30-50, and no the $30 is not frowned upon. If you have more, it’s appreciated, if you don’t, no big deal! Register at the bottom of this page. Registration will close on Thursday, May 16th. First come first serve. Payment will guarantee your spot. If less than 3 people pre-register, the event may be cancelled. (Pre-registration is important so that I know what to expect!) Kids are free, if they are interested in attending & ready for the experience!
The location is still TBD, but it will most likely be held near the Seven Springs hiking/camping areas. For privacy purposes, this information will be released to registrants directly once confirmed. I am hoping to confirm by April 1st at the very latest.
Possible carpooling arrangements! Please let me know if you can OFFER carpool assistance or if you NEED carpool assistance. Let's help each other and bring as few cars as possible!
One more time: Registration will close on Thursday, May 16th. First come first serve. Payment will guarantee your spot. If less than 3 people pre-register, the event may be cancelled. (Pre-registration is important so that I know what to expect!) Kids are free, if they are interested in attending & ready for the experience!
Upon registering, you will receive an email confirmation from me personally, with a checklist of helpful items to bring and information about parking, food, and all other details! Make sure your paypal order includes your current e-mail address for this info!

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Our adventure will not be more than 2 - 4ish miles in to camp then back out . Not a strenuous pace at all . More specifics will be included in the emails I send out upon registration .
 Astrology if there is interest !
 For the sake of leaving no trace as best as we can , and also just for simplicity ’s sake , I will be accepting a minimal amount of people for this weekend adventure ( possibly only 4 - 6 individuals ) . If you can not make the May event , there will be another in October !
 * * * * * I will also be offering a Blue Heron Adventure Club pass this year ! There will be several levels of membership , all including monthly adventures of varying sorts to various locations , some with other benefits too !
 Brief Astrological Report : The moon will be in Scorpio during this weekend , making for some deep , intriguing energy . Pushing us conveniently closer to the transcendent properties of nature that we will be seeking to learn from and engage with during our discussions !
 I try to keep costs low , not because I feel the experience is n’t worth a greater amount , but rather because I want people of various income levels to be able to experience such an opportunity too . I also know how us nature - loving types tend to be . Nature being generally more important than the almighty dollar — and rightfully so !
 So for this overnight I ’m offering everything on a sliding scale .
 $ 30 - 50 , and no the $ 30 is not frowned upon . If you have more , it ’s appreciated , if you do n’t , no big deal ! Register at the bottom of this page . Registration will close on Thursday , May 16th . First come first serve . Payment will guarantee your spot . If less than 3 people pre - register , the event may be cancelled . ( Pre - registration is important so that I know what to expect ! ) Kids are free , if they are interested in attending & ready for the experience !
 The location is still TBD , but it will most likely be held near the Seven Springs hiking / camping areas . For privacy purposes , this information will be released to registrants directly once confirmed . I am hoping to confirm by April 1st at the very latest .
 Possible carpooling arrangements ! Please let me know if you can OFFER carpool assistance or if you NEED carpool assistance . Let 's help each other and bring as few cars as possible !
 One more time : Registration will close on Thursday , May 16th . First come first serve . Payment will guarantee your spot . If less than 3 people pre - register , the event may be cancelled . ( Pre - registration is important so that I know what to expect ! ) Kids are free , if they are interested in attending & ready for the experience !
 Upon registering , you will receive an email confirmation from me personally , with a checklist of helpful items to bring and information about parking , food , and all other details ! Make sure your paypal order includes your current e - mail address for this info !