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Quiet Veterans

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Memorial Day Commemoration 2008 (Photo credit: davidyuweb)

I suppose my uncles never needed an excuse to get together.  Every summer, we had picnics galore.  Starting out with Memorial Day.  That day was like the kick-off of summertime.  I never thought about Memorial Day as a day to honor veterans.  That’s because all the veterans I knew kept pretty mum about war memories.

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What a beautiful post! Perfect. Lindsey

Conception of Motherhood

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I couldn’t imagine life without either of my girls – regardless of how they became my children.

I don’t know much about my conception, other than the knowledge of how babies are born. My mom reminded me for years, still does, that my dad was her one and only. They court each other every day. I know the love that created me, because I see it in their stolen kisses in the kitchen or my dad’s hand brushing across my mom’s backside.

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This is one of the most beautiful pieces on Motherhood I've ever read.

Strong vs Weak Words - Part 8

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I was just about to say that I just don’t overuse the word “just.” Just STOP using the word “just” Robin!

You guessed it ~ today’s overused word is “just”

When reviewing my manuscript, I thought, “Surely I don’t overuse the word “just,” and don’t call me Shirley. (Bonus point for the first commenter to name the movie this is from.)

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I "just" love all the pop culture references here. Beatles + straight forward word usage = perfection. I've Just Seen A Face - Beatles

Parisian Author Tatiana de Rosnay's 'The House I Loved' - A Review

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I’ve just put down Tatiana de Rosnay’s The House I Loved released in March 2012, a novel about one woman’s undying adoration for her past, her deceased husband and her threatened home. I was drawn to this novel and to its author because of the book’s setting in Paris. Like me, de Rosnay is a Parisian author, and her latest work speaks to a Paris of yesteryear, a time before Baron Haussmann gave the city its current face.

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This is an interesting book review. I may have to check out some of Tatiana de Rosnay's work.

What the . . . Teddy Ruxpin?

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*What the…Friday? is a weekly Friday feature in which I resuscitate a video relic from the swampy pits of Pop Culture Wasteland.*

Today:  What the Teddy Ruxpin?

I missed Teddy Ruxpin.

No, I don’t mean I miss him.  Although of course I do.

I mean I missed him.

I mean, by the time that ol’ Teddyatronic train passed through Toytown, I had already left the station.

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Once again I find myself compelled to reblog Angie Z. Her pairing of Teddy Ruxpin and ShowBiz Pizza is another 80s classic.

A Horror Film Mecca

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My husband is so kind, so amazing and loves me so much that he has been known to force me to go on vacations with him against my will.

Which at times can include kicking and screaming until it is recommended I be shot with a tranquilizer gun so I don’t swallow my tongue, foam at the mouth and start kicking out windows.

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I'm so envious of Angie Z. right now! I will get to stay at the Stanley Hotel one day. I'm looking forward to Stephen King's sequel.

Blog Tour: Book Review “Pulse Of Heroes” By A. Jacob Sweeny

Michelle, ma belle
Sont les mots qui vont tres bien ensemble
Tres bien ensemble

 I love you, I love you, I love you

That’s all I want to say
Until I find a way
I will say the only words I know that
You’ll understand

                                                                     “Michelle” - Lennon/McCartney 1967 Rubber Soul

Before I begin my review of Pulse Of Heroes by A. Jacob Sweeny, there are a couple of things I need to say.  First, I have to confess that this review should have appeared as part of a much larger blog tour on Friday, May 25, 2012.  I am truly sorry for the delay.  Sometimes it is all worth the wait.  Second, despite the fact that I agreed to review the book months ago, “paranormal” romance, and I use the term loosely in this case, isn’t a genre that I’m very familiar with at all.  That is part of the reason I decided to review the book.  I’m very glad I did.  Twilight this is not.

The first third of the novel is almost exclusively dedicated to Michelle’s rather ordinary high school life in suburban California, near Napa Valley to be exact, and a series of chance meetings that alter her life in a series of surprising ways.  Sweeny certainly knows how to write the inner life of a teenage girl authentically.  Michelle is perhaps the most well-developed teenage female protagonist I’ve ever come across.  If I ever chose to write fiction featuring a strong teenage female voice, I will reread Pulse Of Heroes.  Michelle’s voice was so authentic I found myself empathizing with her several times, remembering I felt much the same way throughout high school, despite never having failed Italian.  At times it became almost painful reliving high school memories through Michelle’s experiences.

While the first third of the novel discusses Michelle’s high school life, it also sets the scene for her increasing entanglement with Elliot, Rion, Xander, and everyone else at the new school in Michelle’s neighborhood, the Hekademos Learning Center.  Elliot is every bit as much of a well-developed character as Michelle.  Michelle and Elliot may not recognize in the beginning just how much they love each other, but every small step in their relationship is riveting.  Their tension alone drives the novel, despite all the complications, hurt, and jealousies featured in the second half of the book.

While I don’t want to give away any of the plot twists in the novel, I do have to mention a few other relationships in the book.  Michelle’s entire experience with Haden while in Europe is harrowing.  I love how Sweeny uses that particular relationship to discuss Michelle’s sexuality in depth, without resorting to clichés or sex itself.  In fact, Michelle’s self-respect is refreshing, as is Elliot’s entire relationship with her.  My favorite scene comes towards the end of the novel when Elliot and Michelle finally come to terms with their relationship.  It is only then they truly come to any full understanding of their true feelings for one another.

Michelle’s relationship with Francesca is sweet, uncomplicated, and adds to the complexity of Michelle’s characters.  I truly loved seeing a deep friendship between a teenager and senior citizen in the novel.  Their affection is palpable.  Throughout the novel Michelle and Elliot discover just how many people love them, and how much they love each other.

If you are looking for a unique young adult series, this just might be it.  There is a depth underpinning the entire novel that isn’t easy to come by.  All of the relationships ring true and set the stage nicely for the next books in the series.  I am eager to continue the series and can’t recommend Pulse Of Heroes by A. Jacob Sweeny enough.

The Pulse Myths series – A time sweeping YA/ crossover paranromal novel of love and loss and so much more

The Lost Art Of Keeping Secrets: Setting The Stage

I read The Lost Art Of Keeping Secrets by Eva Rice back in November 2010.  It never really let go of my imagination.  As in so many cases, there is so much to say I find it hard to know where to begin.  Set in post-World War II Britain in the early/mid-1950s, it is hard not to see the influence of the unbridled optimism of the period on just about everything, especially music and fashion.

Despite being a piece of fiction, the musical superstars of the era, Johnnie Ray, and later Elvis, are very real.  I have to admit that I had never heard of Johnnie Ray before this book and wasn’t quite sure if he was just a fictional part of the book.  A tiny bit of internet research made it clear that he was indeed real.

What I love most about the book is Eva Rice’s well-developed description of true love of music, not just the passing fads of impressionable teenage girls.  Yes, Penelope Wallace, the teenage protagonist of The Lost Art Of Keeping Secrets, is a devoted fan of Johnnie Ray’s, but right from the beginning of the novel you can tell it is so much more.  She is deeply in love with the music.  She is so deeply in love with the music of Johnnie Ray as a matter of fact that it becomes a part of her whirlwind teenage life in London with her friends Charlotte, Harry, and later her brother Inigo, who idolizes Elvis.

Ok.  This is where I’m going to stop for a minute.  Does any of this bring anything to mind?  As I read the book back then, it hit me.  I was very reading about the Britain in which the Beatles grew up.  They, like Inigo, loved Elvis and treasured any and every album they could get imported from the United States.  The music they grew up with inspired them so much that they later went on to not only create a huge catalog of their own, but also became the biggest band rock and roll has ever seen.

What made the connection so obvious to me were the descriptions of the crowd outside of the London Palladium before a Johnny Ray concert – a taste of the Beatlemania that would later sweep the country – and descriptions of Teddy Boys encountered by Penelope and her new friend Charlotte.  Teddy Boys in 1950s England dressed in leather, defied authority, and greased back their hair.  As an American, I would compare the 1950s British Teds to 1950s American Greasers.  The TED look was very much a part of the early Beatles look, that is until Brian Epstein agreed to help the band and helped them to clean up their act.  My favorite part of the entire “look” has to be the DA haircut.

Until I read John by Cynthia Lennon, I had no real clue what the haircut was called.  As she met John and all the Beatles during the TED phase, she talks a little bit about the haircut, which she terms the DA, shorthand for Duck Arse.  I couldn’t help but laugh.  It does indeed look exactly like a duck’s butt.  She states she felt the mop top was a huge improvement, and I have to agree.

I have to say I thoroughly enjoyed reading The Lost Art Of Keeping Secrets by Eva Rice.  It gave me a glimpse into a world long since gone, full of optimism and glamour that may never return.  I love how music is used in the novel and hope I can only do it half as well someday.

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John Lennon, pre-fame, with the DA haircut.

Beatles, early 60s, dressed as Teds – probably in Hamburg.

 

High School Memoirs

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This could only happen in my life.  Not all that long ago, my former high school principal wrote a pretty scandalous book about all the things he saw over decades serving as a high school administrator in both the parochial and public school systems in Michigan, including the school system I attended grades K-12.  He spent much of his tenure as high school principal at Standish-Sterling High School, the high school from which I graduated in 1999.  Much to my fascination, many of the incidents in the book actually took place during my junior high and high school years.  At that time the junior and senior high schools were housed in the same building.  I finally had the opportunity to borrow a copy and read what all the fuss was about.

Before I go any further, a little background is necessary.  The Standish-Sterling Community School District, located in Arenac County, is a consolidated rural school district dating from the very late 1950s.  It serves the small town of Standish, Michigan and the village of Sterling, Michigan, as well as much of the surrounding area.  Prior to 1959, both Standish and Sterling had their own school systems, including high schools.  I have family members who graduated from Standish High School and Sterling High School, and scores who are alumni of Standish-Sterling High School.

Farming makes up much of the community and in fact the entire county.  Despite being a small Class B school district with approximately 1,800 kids enrolled in the entire district, and even that number seems too high, it is far and away the largest of the three school districts in Arenac County.  The other districts are less than half the size of Standish-Sterling Community Schools.  In my opinion, those two districts, which are in close proximity to one another, needed to consolidate decades ago.  Only traditional high school rivalries continue to get in the way.

As for my personal history with the Standish-Sterling school district, it is the foundation upon which my entire education rests.  I attended all three schools that made up the district at the time:  Sterling Elementary (K-3rd), Standish Elementary (4th-6th), and Standish-Sterling Junior/Senior High School (7th-12th).  In spite of being bullied horribly in elementary school, cliques, lack of any athletic ability whatsoever, and more than a few mediocre teachers in junior high and high school, I did receive an excellent education.  There are only a handful of my high school teachers who truly prepared me for college well and inspired my imagination.  For that I will always be grateful.  My freshman year at Michigan State underscored just how well I was prepared and set the stage for all that was to come.

But there is so much more to my personal connection with the school district.  Not only did my Mom teach 6th grade and then kindergarten at Standish Elementary the entire time I was a student, she attended both Standish Elementary and Standish-Sterling Central Junior/Senior High School her entire K-12 education as well.  I poke fun of the situation here.  It meant I had several teachers my Mom had had 24 years earlier.  As the child of a teacher, that much more was expected out of me, daily.

There is so much that goes along with being the child of a teacher.  I don’t know where I’d begin.  I do know this:  I wouldn’t change it for anything in the world.  I know nothing else.  One huge benefit of being a teacher’s kid is being privy to inside information, including the earliest possible cancellation of school due to snow and ice.  While I would not consider my Mom a gossip by any means, at times she felt compelled to share information with someone, anyone.  It was usually me.  She knew I would and could keep things to myself.  At times things would happen at school which demanded explanation.  I always knew my Mom would and could explain without resorting to lies and cover-up.  That gets at the heart of the book I mentioned above, Listen To The Echo by Dennis James Haut.

Well, where do I begin with the book?  I’ll start by stating who I think should consider reading it.  The only people I think would be interested are:  1. People who grew up in the Standish/Sterling area during the 1980s/1990s or had ties to the school district at that time.  2. Writers who want the perfect example of why good editors are needed.  The book also offers a good example of why and how gratuitous errors in spelling, grammar, and usage can hinder the entire message of a book.  Mr. Haut tries to explain this away in a “review” of the book on Amazon.  He states that he planted all of those errors in the book in order to make a point.  He treats it almost as a perverse game.  I was left with two simple questions:  1. If you meant to have over 2,000 errors in a published book, why wouldn’t you, as author, ensure it didn’t endanger the readability of the book?  That certainly wasn’t the case with Listen To The Echo.  2.  If it was meant as a game, why would you not include that information at the end of the book?  Again, not the case with Listen To The Echo.

Now that all of that is out of the way, I will indulge you dear readers with the juiciest tidbits in the book.  It is true.  The book contains true stories of sexual escapades between teachers and students, as well as administrators and school staff.  It confirms many rumors I heard over the years and sheds some very nasty light on one particular love triangle that took place while I was in junior high school.  Let me set the scene.

Imagine you are in 7th grade.  The junior high you attend is simply one hall of the high school.  One junior high teacher on staff is married to the assistant high school principal.  Their son is a grade ahead of you.  During the course of the school year a student walks in on the assistant principal having a full on affair with one of the secretaries.  The affair becomes common knowledge and ends up in a cat-fight in the main office between the secretary and the teacher, i.e. the wife of the assistant principal.  It happened, and it’s in the book.  I just didn’t realize how nasty things became between the two women involved.  It nearly ended with assault charges according to the book.  I can’t imagine what the son of the assistant principal and teacher went through at that time.

Speaking of sex, Haut also addresses the many alleged affairs that took place between students and teachers.  He doesn’t go into much detail, thank God, but one statement really made me think.  He states that one of the teachers ended up marrying the student with whom he was having an affair.  Again, completely true.  I actually know the couple well, especially the one-time student.  They are now both high school teachers.  Get this:  They’ve been married for over 20 years and have three grown children, all prominent kids within the school system at one time.  The entire situation makes one want to throw out any preconceived notions of relationships. Next to the student/teacher affairs, affairs between teachers seem mighty tame,

One of the scariest and strangest incidents of my childhood is described in detail in the book.  It occurred in 1995 and set the tone for things to come.  Back then I was in 8th grade.  I’m not exaggerating when I say I grew up in a different world.  At that time, in the days before Columbine, there was nothing preventing students and staff from having rifles locked, unloaded, in their vehicles on school property.  I grew up in an area of Michigan where school is called off the first day of firearm deer hunting season.  It was not uncommon for high school kids in the area to hunt before school.  Again, nothing prevented students from locking up their firearms in their vehicles on school property.  Insanity, right?

Along came the damn French trip and all that came with it.  Later we referred to it as the S. A. incident, S. A. standing in for the initials of the student involved.  It all started with the idea of the French language class taking an ill-advised trip to Paris.  One student on the trip, S. A., a senior, the Valedictorian of his class, with an appointment to West Point no less, made the mistake of thinking the drinking age in France, 18, applied to him.  In the end he got caught drinking in a Parisian café.  I don’t remember the specifics, but there certainly were consequences.  S. A. didn’t like them, even though they could’ve been much worse.

One spring afternoon, S. A. decided to drive to the administration building, located almost immediately behind the old Standish-Sterling Central Junior/Senior High School, and threaten the administrators with a gun in his vehicle.  This infamous incident, four years before Columbine, led to an immediate lockdown of the junior/senior high school.  As I was currently in class near the back entrance to the school, in fairly close proximity to the administration building, I remember it vividly.  Fortunately, S. A. was apprehended until the police arrived.  Such vivid memories flooded back that I actually dreamed of high school after I finished the book.

I have to admit I absolutely hated high school.  While I wasn’t bullied in high school per se, my worse experiences with bullies occurred in elementary school, I felt trapped and bored.  I spent much of the time just biding my time until college.  I couldn’t wait to leave Standish-Sterling behind me.  Unfortunately, with such deep family ties, and parents and grandparents that continue to live in the area, not to mention family businesses in the area, it just isn’t entirely possible.

I suppose that is what surprised me most about Mr. Haut’s book.  He throws just about everyone under the proverbial bus, including the families of the Valedictorian and Salutatorian of my class.  It truly opened my eyes.  On the surface throughout our K-12 years, it might have looked as though I was friends with both of those women.  Frenemies would be a much more apt description.  I won’t go into details, but suffice to say I didn’t realize the true depth of the bad circumstances both women faced at home.  If I had, I might have looked at both of them in a different light.  I can’t imagine the pure cajones it took Mr. Haut to write the book.  His children and grandchildren still live in the area.  What pure lack of class.  It amazes me I received such a good education even under such inept leadership.

As a side note, as I looked for a picture to use with this post, I came across a picture of a classroom that somewhat resembles a cross between the classrooms of Sterling Elementary and the old Standish-Sterling Central High School, now Standish-Sterling Middle School, both built in the late 1950s/early 1960s.  The picture is part of the post below, which is quite interesting itself.

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