Last weekend Lillian visited for the frist time since the pandemic hit. We carefully kept our social distance, but Lordy it was good to be with that girl. Here's a picture and my sweet daughter's Instagram post honoring her mother and grandmother a week later for Mothers Day --- by the way her father also thinks she is beautiful and smart and kind.:
Sunday, May 10, 2020
Saturday, May 09, 2020
Gleaning Facebook: Bumbling Crooks
Put aside the denials and downplaying,
put aside the passing of the buck,
put aside the lies,
put aside the fascistic attitude towards justice and elections,
put aside the promotion of quack cures and disinfectant treatments,
put aside the selfishness and monetizing of government,
put aside the treachery...
these guys are unprecedentedly incompetent.
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Good Lord, Bush's response to Katrina looks orderly and effective by contrast to the chaos and thousands of deaths a day of the Trumpist response to Covid. We have known since the first American cases were reported from a retirement facility in Washington state that nursing homes needed special attention to avoid the pandemic. NOW, months later, Trump and his goons are finally paying attention. These sleazy Bozos are not just crooks, they are bumbling crooks.
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| Rachel Maddow reports on a Mike Pence publicity appearance in which he placed boxes of PPE in the doorway of a nursing home, part of a promise to deliver more across the country, though this is the first such gesture from the administration after 20,000 have already died from COVID-19 in nursing homes. (Click picture to see story.) |
Joe Biden Buttons
Y'all know I collect political items. My earliest items were from my work in the 1964 presidential campaign and the 1966 gubernatorial campaign. I first joined the American Political Items Collectors group in the 1970s. I'm a cheapskate so the few relatively valuable pins I have kinda fell into my lap in one way or another. But I have hundreds of pins dating from an 1840 William Henry Harrison metal "log cabin" clothing button (pretty common) to the Joe Biden buttons I added today.
My favorites are the ones I actually wore or collected during campaigns... LBJ, Ellis Arnall, RFK, Maynard Jackson, HHH, Carter, etc. and ones given me by great friends, neighbors, or family who worked campaigns or attended conventions like Mike Bock, Charles Graves, Audley Tucker, Mildred Knight, Joan Ledbetter, and Wendy Davis (I'll stop there -I'm leaving out bunches!)-- even one of my Republican sisters. And a couple of items I inherited from my grandfather who was a delegate to a Georgia Democratic Convention in the forties.
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I enjoy arranging and displaying the ordinary little evidences of the most essential of our national patriotic duties in our republic: politics. Even in the midst of the Civil War and World War II We the People held elections and debated politics. As an old civics teacher I am so disappointed to hear folks, many of whom get teary eyed to hear the Anthem, talk about "hating" politics. No! Politics is what a republic is all about. Hate bad leadership, hate greed and corruption, hate hatred and racism and sexism and homophobia and xenophobia, hate apathetic citizenship, but seize your franchise, claim your part in We the People, donate/work/vote for the good guys, make republican ideals work the way they should.
Here's my collection of Joe Biden 2020 pins so far. All are fairly common I think.
Y'all BOLO for pins and posters for me the next six months.
Gleaning Facebook: Happy Mothers Day!
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| Three mothers, each with one of their children. Happy Mothers Day to Ruth Baird Shaw, Sheila Matthews Shaw, and Brannon Shaw Carlin shown here with Clemmie and me way back in July of 2018. |
The Talk (by Artagus Newell)
This year — in 2020! — in my home state, an unarmed young black man, peacefully jogging, was stopped and shot and killed. I cannot imagine that this would have happened had Ahmaud Arbery had fair skin. He died because of the attitude of the shooters toward people of color. This was a lynching.
I want to weep when I think of my wonderful minority students of the last fifty years who could find themselves confronted by similar unreasoning prejudice, and who DO daily meet less violent but just as unreasoning racism.
Today I read Artagus Newell's heartfelt post. Artagus invites the reader to see this horror through his eyes. I ask my white friends to open your hearts and minds to Artagus's words.
From Artagus's Facebook:
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| Artagus Newell |
All Black Kids at around age 10 or so, start to be given “the talk”. This is not the discussion about the “birds and bees”, this how you are perceived, will be/have been treated, how to/not act, stand, do, walk, carry yourself, and so on. This is not just be polite and respectful, it is to help ensure your safety- your life. Our parents were preparing us to be marginalized, and how to deal with it. We were warned, and rightly so, that we would not be seen as equals, that you’ll have to twice as good, to even be considered as a potential equal. Our parents told us this, not because of irrational fear, not because of one incident they heard of back in the day, but because they knew, that it would always be the subtle jabs about our hair, our “unusual names”, our manner of speech, what we eat, etc., but more importantly, when we started driving, when were at the mall, when were walking to our friends’ house several blocks away from where they knew we had no protective watchful eyes of our parents or others who knew us and looked after us. They knew that once we were elsewhere, we needed to aware of what situations may arise. They knew, that there would be white people would would like, trust, or give us the same respect, grace, and basic human dignity afforded to our whites friends.We have all been followed in stores - not because of an over eager salesperson trying to make top seller, been called n......, been shamed in various ways, spoken to in a condescending manner, all of it, and you know what we do, we take it. Not because we’re okay with it, but because we know that by internalizing it, letting it roll off our backs, not saying or doing anything other than a forced smile or chuckle, will be perceived as being aggressive, uppity, out of place, and to some, gives them a cause to react. So, we simmer with constant anxiety coupled with rage, because these are things projected onto us so constantly by others, that they either don’t even know they’re doing or they do and simply don’t care and are completely okay with continuing to do so. Again, we still calm, because any form of what might be seen as “aggression” can quickly escalate to “I was in fear for my life” while our lifeless one is sprawled on the ground. But don’t worry, the receipt gathering will commence. Oh, that’s when our life is vetted after the fact of “ why were they there? What’s their criminal history? What are all the facts? Let’s not jump to conclusions!” You know the drill. Meanwhile, our parents are making funeral arrangements while having to defend their dead child’s name from others who again and still, don’t value our lives on par with their own. A friend of a friend literally stated and owned the receipt gathering mentality about Ahmaud. I can’t say I was surprised, he at least admitted where others think it, but aren’t willing to publicly admit it. This. This is the what we live through and try to survive EVERY DAY OF OUR LIVES!I’ve gotten the nasty, piercing glares, as I took a stroll, in walking in my own neighborhood, not just in Rome, but Carrollton, as well. It’s a sad thing, when you have anxiety about going for a walk, because you don’t wanna have to deal with the potential of dealing with folks who don’t think you belong, or worse , an escalation. So, if you go, you don’t walk too fast, that’s aggressive, you don’t walk too slow, that’s suspicious- what’s he casing?, you wear your UWG hat and souvenir shirts and brightest colors, doing your best to “fit in” and be “okay’d” to continue on, and hopefully safely back home.Even with all the decades of warnings and girding yourself, the lynching of Ahmaud Arbery happened.To my white friends, you need to listen to your friends who are people of color, when they do try and explain their feelings or experiences, and not be dismissive of or try to explain away what happened or why they feel a certain way. We aren’t being dramatic or extra, we are being truthful, and honestly, if we confide these feelings to you, that means you’re someone we feel comfortable enough as a friend to do so- it’s not something we take lightly so please don’t brush it or us off.This lynching, again, what this is, is just the latest in a string of occurrences that has left POC dead, their names and reputations sullied, while others try to find some justification as to why they’re dead. The culmination has me absolutely crestfallen.I implore my white friends, especially those who have children and family members who are POC, to know and empathize, that they will not be seen through the same lens as you are. Their experiences WILL be different, and oftentimes difficult. And for the love of God, the “I have a black friend” or posting something from the likes of Candace Owens, or that ex-officer Brandon from YouTube is about the worst you can give to us, as that’s a hollow retort, and they and their ilk, while certainly entitled to their opinions, are NOT representative of the vast majority of black and brown people.If you’ve gotten this far, thanks for reading. More importantly, if it made you uncomfortable, then good, maybe it will be lead to some introspective thoughts you maybe hadn’t had before. I needed to say this. I needed to get this off my chest, and anxiety and blood pressure, while still up, are a bit better than it’s been.Stay well.Artagus.
Gleaning Facebook: Politics is what a republic is all about!
Y'all know I collect political items. My earliest items were from my work in the 1964 presidential campaign and the 1966 gubernatorial campaign. I first joined the American Political Items Collectors group in the 1970s. I'm a cheapskate so the few relatively valuable pins I have kinda fell into my lap in one way or another. But I have hundreds of pins dating from an 1840 William Henry Harrison metal "log cabin" clothing button (pretty common) to the Joe Biden buttons I added today.
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My favorites are the ones I actually wore or collected during campaigns... LBJ, Ellis Arnall, RFK, Maynard Jackson, HHH, Carter, etc. and ones given me by great friends, neighbors, or family who worked campaigns or attended conventions like Mike Bock, Charles Graves, Audley Tucker, Mildred Knight, Joan Ledbetter, and Wendy Davis (I'll stop there -I'm leaving out bunches!)-- even one of my Republican sisters. And a couple of items I inherited from my grandfather who was a delegate to a Georgia Democratic Convention in the forties.
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I enjoy arranging and displaying the ordinary little evidences of the most essential of our national patriotic duties in our republic: politics. Even in the midst of the Civil War and World War II We the People held elections and debated politics. As an old civics teacher I am so disappointed to hear folks, many of whom get teary eyed to hear the Anthem, talk about "hating" politics. No! Politics is what a republic is all about. Hate bad leadership, hate greed and corruption, hate hatred and racism and sexism and homophobia and xenophobia, hate apathetic citizenship, but seize your franchise, claim your part in We the People, donate/work/vote for the good guys, make republican ideals work the way they should.
Y'all BOLO for pins and posters for me the next six months.
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| Here's my collection of Joe Biden 2020 pins so far. All are fairly common I think. |
Sunday, May 03, 2020
A How Come Story: Joegah Learns to Wash His Food
The folks at the Rome-Floyd County Commission on Children and Youth asked me to share some stories online for the kids stuck at home in our area during the coronavirus pandemic. This is one of the ones I recorded for them.
This story is based on a story that I first heard from wonderful Native American storyteller Joseph Bruchac. I asked his permission to tell some of his stories at Arrowhead and he graciously agreed. Joe Bruchac has written over a hundred books for children and adults. You can find some of them in your school library. You can also find videos of his storytelling on YouTube. Also check out the links at the bottom of this webpage. You can find other versions of this story online as well.
You will notice that I said my story is "based on" a Native American story. It is not an effort to tell a strictly traditional native American story, since I am not a Native American. That would seem a bit dishonest to me. As I have told these stories for the last seven years they have evolved. Since I tell stories not just for fun but also to illustrate things I want to teach as a naturalist at Arrowhead Environmental Education Center my version differs significantly from the traditional story. For example I already have a "playing dead" story ("Is It Deep Enough?") so I decided to add the "washing food" habits of raccoons in this story.
Some folks really object to making changes to stories from other cultures. I understand the wish to preserve traditional stories, and I certainly want to do that. But I also grew up in the tradition of the folk process. I could never tell any story exactly the same way twice. Even my family stories change. I do not tell my Daddy's stories exactly as he told me. One of my sisters (also a storyteller) and I have differing versions of our stories that were born from the same shared experience. I try to respect original sources by noting them and, when possible, noting ways to enjoy more original versions. But I tell stories from the pictures in my head, and those pictures seem to change a bit from time to time and new elements make their way into them. The characters seem to take on the forms of folks I know and the settings become the places I know. What comes natural to me is telling stories to fit my time, the settings that I know, my goals, and my culture. I don't think that is disrespectful of the original sources but instead honors the traditional folk process of storytelling. I suspect that all folktales over the centuries have been changed to some extent by each generation, whether they are stories from Native American, African, Jewish, Hawaiian, Arabic, Appalachian, or any other groups.
Here's my version... (about 25 minutes)
After you listen to my version of the story above, take a few minutes to see the wonderful animated version of the more original story produced by the Oneida Indian Nation that I have imbedded below... (about 12 minutes)
Raccoon & Crawfish from Four Directions Productions on Vimeo.
Here are some links:
• Joseph Bruchac's homepage. You can order many of his books from the website or even schedule a visit from this outstanding storyteller to your school or group.
• Order Joe Bruchac's CD of Iroquois Stories
• Hear my version of Turtle on the Warpath
• Terrell Shaw's YouTube Channel
• Arrowhead Environmental Education Center Facebook Page
This story is based on a story that I first heard from wonderful Native American storyteller Joseph Bruchac. I asked his permission to tell some of his stories at Arrowhead and he graciously agreed. Joe Bruchac has written over a hundred books for children and adults. You can find some of them in your school library. You can also find videos of his storytelling on YouTube. Also check out the links at the bottom of this webpage. You can find other versions of this story online as well.
You will notice that I said my story is "based on" a Native American story. It is not an effort to tell a strictly traditional native American story, since I am not a Native American. That would seem a bit dishonest to me. As I have told these stories for the last seven years they have evolved. Since I tell stories not just for fun but also to illustrate things I want to teach as a naturalist at Arrowhead Environmental Education Center my version differs significantly from the traditional story. For example I already have a "playing dead" story ("Is It Deep Enough?") so I decided to add the "washing food" habits of raccoons in this story.
Some folks really object to making changes to stories from other cultures. I understand the wish to preserve traditional stories, and I certainly want to do that. But I also grew up in the tradition of the folk process. I could never tell any story exactly the same way twice. Even my family stories change. I do not tell my Daddy's stories exactly as he told me. One of my sisters (also a storyteller) and I have differing versions of our stories that were born from the same shared experience. I try to respect original sources by noting them and, when possible, noting ways to enjoy more original versions. But I tell stories from the pictures in my head, and those pictures seem to change a bit from time to time and new elements make their way into them. The characters seem to take on the forms of folks I know and the settings become the places I know. What comes natural to me is telling stories to fit my time, the settings that I know, my goals, and my culture. I don't think that is disrespectful of the original sources but instead honors the traditional folk process of storytelling. I suspect that all folktales over the centuries have been changed to some extent by each generation, whether they are stories from Native American, African, Jewish, Hawaiian, Arabic, Appalachian, or any other groups.
Here's my version... (about 25 minutes)
After you listen to my version of the story above, take a few minutes to see the wonderful animated version of the more original story produced by the Oneida Indian Nation that I have imbedded below... (about 12 minutes)
Raccoon & Crawfish from Four Directions Productions on Vimeo.
Here are some links:
• Joseph Bruchac's homepage. You can order many of his books from the website or even schedule a visit from this outstanding storyteller to your school or group.
• Order Joe Bruchac's CD of Iroquois Stories
• Hear my version of Turtle on the Warpath
• Terrell Shaw's YouTube Channel
• Arrowhead Environmental Education Center Facebook Page
Sunday, April 26, 2020
Pandemic (Apocryphal) Scripture
From Dale McConkey's Facebook:
Comments:
Dale McConkey
*Stolen, but I can’t find the original post to credit
Dorothy Lowry
"Whither thou don’t goest there also shall I decline to go." Quarantine 20:19-20
Saturday, April 25, 2020
A Song for Saturday: Broken Vow
Broken Vow
Friday, April 24, 2020
Gleaning Facebook: Technology & Grandma Ruth
Ruth Baird Shaw gets such a kick out of seeing pictures and watching videos of her grands and great-grands!
Last night we set up Sheila’s computer with an external speaker so she could watch & hear Lillian’s performance of “Hold On” from The Secret Garden. While we were still there Brannon posted a very short video of John tossing a gleeful Clementine onto a pile of pillows and we were able to show that to my mom. Caitlin had posted a video of Monica dancing. Another happy moment to share. While we all probably stay too closely attached to technology, it is also a great blessing during this pandemic.
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At 97 Mother gets to watch Clemmie & Ruth & Monica & Charles etc often and really enjoys that. I enjoy watching my mother watch my kids & grandkids & nieces & nephews almost as much as I enjoy watching the kids themselves!
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With almost everyone toting a video camera around 24/7 these days, we all can share a quick cheering few moments with our beloveds stuck at home often.
Comments:
Sandy Doughty
Awesome
Ben Farnham
This is the sweetest
Lillian Shaw I love you and miss you, Grandmother!
John Carlin
Terrell Shaw
My grandbabies!
Sandra Pride
They are growing like the flowers in the meadow.
Frank Norris
Hey, Ruth!
Renata Carlin
Those two are adorable! Happy Baptism Day, John.
Wendell W Barnes Jr Love my “Dr. Ruth”!
Charmaine Yoest
Terry how is the best way to send her a video??
Deborah Shaw Lewis
Charmaine Yoest Send it to me or Terry, or Joan.
Terrell Shaw
Or you could upload them to a private FB page like "Charles and Ruth Shaw Family" page??
Duanne Walton
Just awesome. Can't have too many photos or videos!!!!
Janet Behnke I don’t know that I could bear this strange new world without the plethora of technological ways to make connections and stay in touch.
Thursday, April 16, 2020
A How Come Story: Turtle on the Warpath
I have a had a great time telling this story for the last seven years as Storyteller-Naturalist at Arrowhead Environmental Education Center. I have also had several other opportunities to share this Abenaki story at Etowah Mounds State Park and other venues. I first heard the story from Joe Bruchac, a wonderful Abenaki storyteller, at the National Storytelling Festival in Jonesborough, Tennessee and afterward asked his permission to re-tell it. He graciously agreed. Check out Joe's stories and, during this time of quarantine while Joe and other storytellers are stuck at home, it would be a great time to order one or two of his books or CDs to read or hear this story and others from native American people. Find out more about Joe at this link: https://www.josephbruchac.com.
This is my version of course. I have set the story not in the Northeast woodlands of the continent, but right here in what was once Mississippian/Creek/Cherokee country.
One note: I always try in my lessons to remind kids that native Americans are still an important people in our country, not just historical figures. Many, like Joe Bruchac, are working to preserve their languages and cultures. In reviewing my video I was sorry to realize that I had not made that plain in this video. The Abenaki number about 10,000 nowadays and many still call Vermont and bordering states and provinces home.
This is my version of course. I have set the story not in the Northeast woodlands of the continent, but right here in what was once Mississippian/Creek/Cherokee country.
One note: I always try in my lessons to remind kids that native Americans are still an important people in our country, not just historical figures. Many, like Joe Bruchac, are working to preserve their languages and cultures. In reviewing my video I was sorry to realize that I had not made that plain in this video. The Abenaki number about 10,000 nowadays and many still call Vermont and bordering states and provinces home.
Sunday, April 12, 2020
Gleaning Facebook: Grandgirls' Easter
Happy Easter everyone!
- from Sheila & Me... and Easter Bunny Ruth and Egg Hunter Clem
Gleaning Facebook: Pandemic Bake
John Paul Schulz
She should instead be working on my ginger snaps.
She should instead be working on my ginger snaps.
Terrell Shaw
Don't put ideas in her head, John. A helping, to me, when left to my own devices, is generally "all that are left"?
David Matheny
Developing a Muffin Top?
Sam Smith
Lol
Bonny Askew
I understand her pain. Just put a lemon pound cake in the oven.
Marsha Yancey Atkins
Just made a carrot cake, can't stop baking...and eating!
Terrell Shaw
Well be in the red Toyota out front in ten minutes, Sheila will be in the red mask; mine is white. You have curb service now, right?
Marsha Yancey Atkins
Sure we do! Just honk and smile,we'll be right out.
Trude Sansbury
Ginger snaps, sounds good with a cup of tea absolutely lovely.
George Dean
Don't feel bad...At my house my wife has been watching videos on how to make bagels...anybody got cream cheese???...lol
Ann Gore
Sounds like the Gore household! That is what we have done since this thing started, cook and eat! Someone has to eat all of this food!
Debbie Reece Grigsby
I get it. We’ve been enjoying Ken Burns’ Jazz and Great British Baking...Mary Berry is so kind and her recipes work. Yes, we’re baking a lot; however, we pretty much limit ourselves to a bowl of cereal and a shared banana for supper.
Saturday, April 11, 2020
The Lion's Paw: Entire Book
Order your own brand-new copy of The Lion's Paw by Robb White
from AWInk, Inc. at www.thelionspaw.org
Chapter One
Here's the first chapter of my favorite children's novel, The Lion's Paw by Robb White. I am reading it online for those folks stuck at home during the Covid-19 pandemic. Y'all stay home, wash hands, sanitize often, be careful!
Thanks to the folks at AWInk, Inc. for allowing me to do this. Thanks especially to Leslie Saunders, Robb White's step daughter for her cooperation. You can read a 17 minute rambling monologue about my association with this book since 1970 here: The Lion's Paw: Preface
Or just start with Chapter One here...
Thanks to the folks at AWInk, Inc. for allowing me to do this. Thanks especially to Leslie Saunders, Robb White's step daughter for her cooperation. You can read a 17 minute rambling monologue about my association with this book since 1970 here: The Lion's Paw: Preface
Or just start with Chapter One here...
Read more at these links:
The Lion's Paw: Preface
The Lion's Paw: Chapter Two
The Lion's Paw: Chapter Three
The Lion's Paw: Preface
Fifty years ago this year my girlfriend told me about a favorite book she had read in sixth grade. She said she thought it would be a great book for me to read to my students at Liberty Elementary School in Putnam County, West Virginia where I was teaching. She loaned me her old Scholastic Books 35¢ edition of The Lion's Paw by Robb White. I loved it and my students loved it. It is now my favorite children's book and I have read it to every homeroom I've taught since then.
With everyone home waiting out this awful virus, I thought I might read it on video for you all, so I wrote to Leslie Saunders who holds the copyright for the book her stepfather wrote. AND just yesterday I got a reply from her saying that would be just great.
If you like the book --- and I bet you will --- you can order your very own copy to share with the kids in your life from:
www.thelionspaw.org
www.thelionspaw.org
There are 17 videos. I'll make a separate post for each. Feel free to skip this first one. It is just my rambling history of my association with this wonderful children's novel and how I came to have permission to read it for those kids stuck at home during the Covid-19 Pandemic.
Clementine is Two!
Happy Birthday, Clementine!
Here's what I wrote on Facebook this morning.
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Only a pandemic could keep me away from California today. I'll have to celebrate with you from a distance. But, wow! I have so much to celebrate. You have enriched my life immeasurably in just two years. I love you.
Here's my favorite birthday song for you. Granny and I were at the concert when this recording was made, but I don't think you can hear our voices.:
Cut the Cake by John McCutcheon
Now, look at your first meeting with your Granny and me...
You had a very rude introduction to the world. For days you had tubes and patches attached to you. In order to be with you we had to go through a decontamination station to wash our hands and sanitize anything we took into the NICU with us.
(Two years later my hands are chafed by too much washing and sanitizing again. But the whole world is behaving now as we had to in the NICU in 2018. Wow.)
Sometimes the nurse would let us sit in a chair by your crib and put you --- with all those attachments --- into our laps for a few minutes. What a joy to hold you, and to know that the doctors were now saying they thought you were going to be OK.
OK? Ha! Two years later you are a whirlwind of determination and joy and curiosity and love. I always told my students "There's a star in you! Make it shine." Well, Clemmie, I sure see a star in you. And I believe you will have the character and perseverance and love to make it shine.
I love you.
- Granshaw
Here's what I wrote on Facebook this morning.
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“Give me an occupation, Miss Dashwood, or I shall run mad.” - Col. Brandon in Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen
I thought of that quote on this day in 2018.
First we received a texted photo from our daughter. It showed a just born baby with her parents. Obviously we had a grandchild. We rejoiced and awaited further news.
Nothing.
What’s going on?!
We soon became concerned and desperate to hear Brannon’s voice. When that call finally came we learned that she was still being cared for in the birthing center, but John and the baby were in an ambulance racing toward Rady’s Children’s Hospital in San Diego, 40 miles away. She was aching to be with her baby; we were aching to be with ours AND hers.
We dashed around to change our fight plan with Delta and to get ready to go to California for — how long?
Two days later, as we soared across the continent I wrote the first draft of the attached letter on my MacBook Pro, its screen blurred by moisture in my eyes.
If you scroll all the way to the bottom of the blog post you will find a picture of what Clementine looked like when we met her the first time.
Today is her second birthday, and this is what she looked like just a few days ago.
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Your Mom commented with this picture of you and your birthday "cake".
Only a pandemic could keep me away from California today. I'll have to celebrate with you from a distance. But, wow! I have so much to celebrate. You have enriched my life immeasurably in just two years. I love you.
Here's my favorite birthday song for you. Granny and I were at the concert when this recording was made, but I don't think you can hear our voices.:
Cut the Cake by John McCutcheon
Now, look at your first meeting with your Granny and me...
You had a very rude introduction to the world. For days you had tubes and patches attached to you. In order to be with you we had to go through a decontamination station to wash our hands and sanitize anything we took into the NICU with us.
(Two years later my hands are chafed by too much washing and sanitizing again. But the whole world is behaving now as we had to in the NICU in 2018. Wow.)
Sometimes the nurse would let us sit in a chair by your crib and put you --- with all those attachments --- into our laps for a few minutes. What a joy to hold you, and to know that the doctors were now saying they thought you were going to be OK.
OK? Ha! Two years later you are a whirlwind of determination and joy and curiosity and love. I always told my students "There's a star in you! Make it shine." Well, Clemmie, I sure see a star in you. And I believe you will have the character and perseverance and love to make it shine.
I love you.
- Granshaw
Monday, April 06, 2020
Gleaning Facebook: Storybook Farm in Spring
Sheila and I love spending a few days each year at this beautiful site, Storybook Farm Bed & Breakfast in Jonesborough Tennessee. Diane and John Vogt are wonderful hosts. These gorgeous pictures are from John Vogt's Facebook today --
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| The view going out on the front porch for breakfast this morning. |
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| A small amount of morning haze |
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| The view looking to the right towards the barn |
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| A bumble bee enjoying the sweet nectar is nearly hidden in this close up |
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| The fragrance of the wisteria in the morning is refreshing. Even the top of the barn has some wisteria on it |
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| The front porch of our home |
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| The sun coming through the wisteria flowers |
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| looking up towards the house from our country lane |
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| A wisteria tree on the side garden at the B&b |
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| A view of the secret garden on the south side of our home with the wisteria from the front porch |
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| A view from the back of the house looking towards the secret garden area |
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| Wisteria covering the barn |
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| Wisteria blooms on front porch are mainly 16 inches long. Some are up to twenty inches (25 cm) |
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| A view toward the log home from the foot path |
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| he wisteria tree next to the B&B |
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| The north corner of the front porch |
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| And oh the perfume smell that covers the area |
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| The view out the North end of the porch looking towards our B&B. (Terrell: The three upstairs windows on this end: "our" room! |
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| another view off the porch around 10 am before we took a morning stroll |
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| The bedroom porch at the B&B next door |
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