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Tuesday, February 26, 2013
Deal With It
Today is day 26 of the 30 minus 2 days of writing hosted by Nicky and Mike of We Work For Cheese. Today's prompt is "Deal With It". Visit Nicky's post to see how the other poor schmucks in this challenge are dealing with it.
Monday, February 25, 2013
Fact or Fiction: The History of Blackbeard
Today is day 25 of the 30 minus 2 days of writing hosted by Nicky and Mike of We Work For Cheese. Today's prompt is "Fact or Fiction". Visit Nicky's post to see what the others are claiming as fact or decrying as fiction.
He was born Edward Teach in Bristol, England, but better known as Blackbeard, the most notorious pirate in all of history. He was a privateer for Queen Anne, before joining ranks with a crew of pirates which set his life of ruthless piracy and murder in motion. He captured a French vessel and renamed her Queen Anne's Revenge, although no longer associated with her Majesty. He became a pirate leader in his own right.
He eventually ended up in the small colonial town of Bath, NC, and lived in fine style after receiving a royal pardon from Governor Charles Eden. Remember this was before the Revolutionary war and we were still under British rule. He was welcomed by wealthy planters, and in return, entertained in his own home. Indeed, piracy was considered a fashionable vice during that era. He was only a threat at sea, and was, therefore, socially accepted.
Shortly after his arrival, he, the father of 13 children, married his 14th wife, and the Governor performed the ceremony. As he was already under the Governor's protection, this further suggests that they were friends, and gave credence to the existence of an underground passage way leading well away from the Governor's house. The tunnel would allow him to come and go without being seen, and also implicated the Governor in taking a share of his loot.
North Carolinians also benefited from Blackbeard, for while he terrorized all at sea, he brought a vast array of goods back to Bath which he sold at reasonable prices.
Proving just how villainous he was, though, when he wished to court the Governor's daughter, she refused him because he was engaged to another man. Blackbeard could not stand this rejection and so he murdered her fiance and cut off his hands before disposing of his body at sea. The girl pined away and died as was fashionable after a broken romance at that time.
Alas, he soon caught the attention of the wrong man, and the Governor of Virgina, Alexander Spotswood, sent soldiers and sailors to capture Blackbeard. On November 22, 1718, a group of sailors led by Lieutenant Robert Maynard, captured and killed the infamous pirate. He was beheaded and his head placed on the mast of Maynard's ship as a warning to other pirates of the fate that awaited them should they continue pirating.
Much of this is documented fact, but since he was the most notorious pirate to sail the high seas, he was also the subject of much speculation and talk became legend. Which is fact and which is fiction? You be the judge.
Sources: Text that was adapted from historian Robert E. Lee's Blackbeard the Pirate: A Reappraisal of His Life and Times. Winston-Salem: John Fl Blair, 1974, and Wikipedia.
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He eventually ended up in the small colonial town of Bath, NC, and lived in fine style after receiving a royal pardon from Governor Charles Eden. Remember this was before the Revolutionary war and we were still under British rule. He was welcomed by wealthy planters, and in return, entertained in his own home. Indeed, piracy was considered a fashionable vice during that era. He was only a threat at sea, and was, therefore, socially accepted.
Shortly after his arrival, he, the father of 13 children, married his 14th wife, and the Governor performed the ceremony. As he was already under the Governor's protection, this further suggests that they were friends, and gave credence to the existence of an underground passage way leading well away from the Governor's house. The tunnel would allow him to come and go without being seen, and also implicated the Governor in taking a share of his loot.
North Carolinians also benefited from Blackbeard, for while he terrorized all at sea, he brought a vast array of goods back to Bath which he sold at reasonable prices.
Proving just how villainous he was, though, when he wished to court the Governor's daughter, she refused him because he was engaged to another man. Blackbeard could not stand this rejection and so he murdered her fiance and cut off his hands before disposing of his body at sea. The girl pined away and died as was fashionable after a broken romance at that time.
Alas, he soon caught the attention of the wrong man, and the Governor of Virgina, Alexander Spotswood, sent soldiers and sailors to capture Blackbeard. On November 22, 1718, a group of sailors led by Lieutenant Robert Maynard, captured and killed the infamous pirate. He was beheaded and his head placed on the mast of Maynard's ship as a warning to other pirates of the fate that awaited them should they continue pirating.
Much of this is documented fact, but since he was the most notorious pirate to sail the high seas, he was also the subject of much speculation and talk became legend. Which is fact and which is fiction? You be the judge.
Sources: Text that was adapted from historian Robert E. Lee's Blackbeard the Pirate: A Reappraisal of His Life and Times. Winston-Salem: John Fl Blair, 1974, and Wikipedia.
Sunday, February 24, 2013
To Dance Or Not To Dance?
Today is day 24 of the 30 minus 2 days of writing hosted by Nicky and Mike of We Work For Cheese. Today's prompt is "Confucius". Visit Nicky's post to see what else Confucius says.
Ann had wanted to take dance lessons for years, but Carl refused, stating he had two left feet. That was just an excuse and she knew it, but she had a plan.
"Are you ready", he called, "we don't want miss our reservation". They had these reservations for weeks. Le Chateau was a hard restaurant to get into, but they wanted to do something special for Carl's birthday.
"I'm almost ready, you go start the car and I'll be right out." She had to get his birthday card which contained his gift.
They arrived at the restaurant and were seated at corner table next to the window. The view was gorgeous, overlooking the river, the multi-colored lights on the bridge twinkled, reflecting on the water.
"A bottle of your best Champagne, please." Carl beamed. He had always wanted to say that. It was his birthday and he was going all out. "Two steaks, medium rare, too please."
"Thank you, sir" said the waiter. "I will be right back with your Champagne".
"Carl" exclaimed Ann, "Do you have any idea how expensive that is?" She really didn't care, though, she was happy just watching him enjoy himself. God knows he works hard enough for it.
"This is fantastic. This has to be the best meal I've ever had, except for your cooking, of course", Carl said, quickly correcting his faux paux.
"OK," said Ann, smiling "now for the rest of your gift." She pulled a card from her purse and placed it in front of him.
"I thought we agreed that this dinner would be my birthday gift." He opened the card and he grinned from ear to ear. Inside was a receipt for 6 weeks of fencing lessons. "Oh Ann, this is so cool. Thank you!" Carl had been longing to learn fencing for years, ever since watching sword fight scenes in old movies. "Did you know I love you?" he asked teasingly.
Then he noticed something else in the card. It was a second receipt, for 6 weeks of dance lessons. Ann was very clever in her choice of fencing instructors. This particular one required students to demonstrate dance skills, stating that one can't fence properly with two left feet. Since Ann wanted to take dance lessons, and Carl wanted to learn fencing this was perfect. "Still love me?" she teased back.
But seeing the look of dismay on his face, Ann explained their policy. "Confucius say: Don't give sword to man who can't dance."
Ann had wanted to take dance lessons for years, but Carl refused, stating he had two left feet. That was just an excuse and she knew it, but she had a plan.
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"I'm almost ready, you go start the car and I'll be right out." She had to get his birthday card which contained his gift.
They arrived at the restaurant and were seated at corner table next to the window. The view was gorgeous, overlooking the river, the multi-colored lights on the bridge twinkled, reflecting on the water.
"A bottle of your best Champagne, please." Carl beamed. He had always wanted to say that. It was his birthday and he was going all out. "Two steaks, medium rare, too please."
"Thank you, sir" said the waiter. "I will be right back with your Champagne".
"Carl" exclaimed Ann, "Do you have any idea how expensive that is?" She really didn't care, though, she was happy just watching him enjoy himself. God knows he works hard enough for it.
"This is fantastic. This has to be the best meal I've ever had, except for your cooking, of course", Carl said, quickly correcting his faux paux.
"OK," said Ann, smiling "now for the rest of your gift." She pulled a card from her purse and placed it in front of him.
"I thought we agreed that this dinner would be my birthday gift." He opened the card and he grinned from ear to ear. Inside was a receipt for 6 weeks of fencing lessons. "Oh Ann, this is so cool. Thank you!" Carl had been longing to learn fencing for years, ever since watching sword fight scenes in old movies. "Did you know I love you?" he asked teasingly.
Then he noticed something else in the card. It was a second receipt, for 6 weeks of dance lessons. Ann was very clever in her choice of fencing instructors. This particular one required students to demonstrate dance skills, stating that one can't fence properly with two left feet. Since Ann wanted to take dance lessons, and Carl wanted to learn fencing this was perfect. "Still love me?" she teased back.
But seeing the look of dismay on his face, Ann explained their policy. "Confucius say: Don't give sword to man who can't dance."
Saturday, February 23, 2013
Under the Weather, Again
Today is day 23 of the 30 minus 2 days of writing hosted by Nicky and Mike of We Work For Cheese. Today's prompt is "Absurd". Visit Nicky's post to read stories from the other participants.
This is a repost from several years ago, and it seemed fitting for today. You see I contracted yet another nasty bug, and am somewhat under the weather today, so the mere thought of manipulating words seems positively absurd.
With everyone waxing poetic about the beauty of fall, there is also a down side of this lovely season; it heralds the coming of the cold and flu season. When we fall prey to these nasties, we tend to say that we are "under the weather". Just this past weekend, I used that phrase myself and began to wonder of its origins.
The phrase "under the weather" dates back to the 1800s. When sailors would become seasick, they would be sent below deck to get away from the weather, thus literally being "under the weather". Author Donald Grant Mitchell was the first to use this phrase in his 1850 book Reveries of a Bachelor, and it has since been used for everything from being "ill" or "indisposed" to "financially embarrassed" or "drunk".
Some state that the correct term is "under the weather bow". The weather bow is the side of the boat being hardest hit by the nasty weather.
Also there is the belief that the weather can affect one's health, so a sick person is deemed to be "under the weather". From this theory, it stands to reason that the weather can also influence a person's mood, rendering them under the weather as well. This is documented as SAD, or Seasonal Affective Disorder, which I touched on last fall in my post Just Another Monday.
We all know the steps to staying healthy during the cold and flu season, but here's a recap so we don't have say, "Sorry, I can't. I'm under the weather."
This is a repost from several years ago, and it seemed fitting for today. You see I contracted yet another nasty bug, and am somewhat under the weather today, so the mere thought of manipulating words seems positively absurd.
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The phrase "under the weather" dates back to the 1800s. When sailors would become seasick, they would be sent below deck to get away from the weather, thus literally being "under the weather". Author Donald Grant Mitchell was the first to use this phrase in his 1850 book Reveries of a Bachelor, and it has since been used for everything from being "ill" or "indisposed" to "financially embarrassed" or "drunk".
Some state that the correct term is "under the weather bow". The weather bow is the side of the boat being hardest hit by the nasty weather.
Also there is the belief that the weather can affect one's health, so a sick person is deemed to be "under the weather". From this theory, it stands to reason that the weather can also influence a person's mood, rendering them under the weather as well. This is documented as SAD, or Seasonal Affective Disorder, which I touched on last fall in my post Just Another Monday.
We all know the steps to staying healthy during the cold and flu season, but here's a recap so we don't have say, "Sorry, I can't. I'm under the weather."
- Wash your hands frequently with soap and warm water, or use hand sanitizer when you can't wash.
- Do not touch your face - nose, eyes, mouth - that is the germ's way into your system.
- Keep your distance from those are already sick.
- In turn, if you do get sick, stay home away from others.
- And of course, cover your nose and mouth when you sneeze or cough.
Friday, February 22, 2013
Sleepless
It is day 22 of the 30 minus 2 days of writing hosted by Nicky and Mike of We Work For Cheese. Today's prompt is "Compulsively". Visit Nicky's post to read stories from the other participants.
Alone in the dark
Compulsively counting sheep
Til dawn breaks the sky
Thursday, February 21, 2013
Deadlines
Jeannie stared at the pile of papers littering her desk. The blank computer screen was agonizingly bright as she rubbed her tired eyes. The deadline loomed, and the old clock the wall went tick, tick, tick... The newspaper was an unforgiving beast and, like the mail, it too has a schedule to maintain.
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Another one reads "...my husband is planning an surprise 40th birthday party for me. I am not fond of surprise parties. My cousin let it slip the other day, and it is apparently an elaborate affair. I love my husband, and don't want to disappoint him. Should I say anything or try and act surprised and happy? Signed Party Pooper."
Jeannie ponders these and other letters, searching for the right mix for reader interest. She's been a columnist for 10 years, and had noticed that while the times have changed, technology has advanced, and life grows more complicated, people's problems remain the basically the same. Relationships blooming, relationships falling apart, children, bullies, money problems, he-said, she-said, and who's fault it is.
Finally she chooses two letters, one about a young man who finds out his fiance is actually his half sister, and the other about meddling grandparents. She dishes out sound advice from her many years of experience, insight and imagination. Yes, columnists must be creative and imaginative to keep from giving out cookie-cutter advice. Each response must be fresh and individual. Some days this is a struggle. "Have I been doing this too long?" she wonders to herself.
The sun is now setting, glowing golden against the wall behind her. She finally taps out the last words, hits save and sends it to the Lifestyle department. Done! It is Friday and the weekend has begun. She glances at the clock. If she hurries she'll have enough time to meet Seth at the bar for a drink before catching the last train out of the city.
Wednesday, February 20, 2013
The Other Shoe
It is day 20 of the 30 minus 2 days of writing hosted by Nicky and Mike of We Work For Cheese. Today's prompt is "The Other Shoe". Visit Nicky's post to see what the other participants cobbled up.
Do you ever wonder about the etymology of some of the expressions we use every day without thinking about it? How and where did they originate, and what they mean? Let's find out.
Fred lived on the ground floor of an old 1950s walk-up. Jack, his upstairs neighbor, was a youngish fellow who worked evenings in a textiles factory, and it was late when he stumbled in. After his shift he would stop at the Raging Bull Saloon for a drink - just to help him sleep, you know.
As Jack got ready to turn in he sat on the edge of the bed to take off his shoes. His work shoes were heavy, and as he kicked off the first one, it fell to the the floor with a resounding THUD.
This awakened his slumbering neighbor downstairs. Even in his groggy state Fred cursed the rude interruption. He lay in the silence - knowing that there was another - waiting for the second thud.
However in the apartment above, despite the several pints he'd consumed, Jack realized he could be disturbing his downstairs neighbor, and so he eased off the second shoe, and it slipped quietly to the floor.
Fred, still waiting to return to sleep, finally yelled, "For crying out loud, will you drop the other shoe already".
And that is where we get the expression "waiting for the other shoe to drop".
Do you ever wonder about the etymology of some of the expressions we use every day without thinking about it? How and where did they originate, and what they mean? Let's find out.
Fred lived on the ground floor of an old 1950s walk-up. Jack, his upstairs neighbor, was a youngish fellow who worked evenings in a textiles factory, and it was late when he stumbled in. After his shift he would stop at the Raging Bull Saloon for a drink - just to help him sleep, you know.
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This awakened his slumbering neighbor downstairs. Even in his groggy state Fred cursed the rude interruption. He lay in the silence - knowing that there was another - waiting for the second thud.
However in the apartment above, despite the several pints he'd consumed, Jack realized he could be disturbing his downstairs neighbor, and so he eased off the second shoe, and it slipped quietly to the floor.
Fred, still waiting to return to sleep, finally yelled, "For crying out loud, will you drop the other shoe already".
And that is where we get the expression "waiting for the other shoe to drop".
Tuesday, February 19, 2013
Remember the Little Things
It is day 19 of the 30 minus 2 days of writing hosted by Nicky and Mike of We Work For Cheese. Today's prompt is "Little Things". Visit Nicky's post for a little more of this and that.
Unlike the big events in our lives, your sweet 16 birthday, first job, once in a lifetime vacation, or the new sports car, it is the little things that add up to form our lives.
So revel in a beautiful sunset with someone you love, or laugh or cry at a good movie. Savor the taste of ice cream on a hot summer day, or a steaming cup of coffee to ward off the cold. Watch a butterfly gathering nectar from a flower or a puppy frolicking in the grass. These are the moments that make up our lives.
Enjoy the little things, for one day you may look back and realize they were the big things. - Robert Brault
Unlike the big events in our lives, your sweet 16 birthday, first job, once in a lifetime vacation, or the new sports car, it is the little things that add up to form our lives.
So revel in a beautiful sunset with someone you love, or laugh or cry at a good movie. Savor the taste of ice cream on a hot summer day, or a steaming cup of coffee to ward off the cold. Watch a butterfly gathering nectar from a flower or a puppy frolicking in the grass. These are the moments that make up our lives.
Enjoy the little things, for one day you may look back and realize they were the big things. - Robert Brault
Monday, February 18, 2013
Quote of the Week
It is day 18 of the 30 minus 2 days of writing hosted by Nicky and Mike of We Work For Cheese. Today's prompt is "Home at Last". Visit Nicky's post for more homeward bound entries.
Home is all the things you know by name: a family of dishes, books, and clothes that waits for you to choose among them every day. We're ready for you is what the chorus in your house sings. Your fingerprints are grinning on their faces.- Michael J. Rosen
For most of us, no matter how grand the vacation, or exotic the location, there really is no place like home.
About 10 years ago, we were on our way home from our annual Florida vacation. We left the beach a little before 9 a.m., and after a few stops, crossed the Savannah River just before 5:00. Dinner was ribs and oysters at a lakefront restaurant, then we continued driving until 10 p.m. We stopped for the night in Columbia, SC, about 3 hours from home. Two bad hotel rooms later, we were on the road again. At 2 a.m. we were home at last!
Home is all the things you know by name: a family of dishes, books, and clothes that waits for you to choose among them every day. We're ready for you is what the chorus in your house sings. Your fingerprints are grinning on their faces.- Michael J. Rosen
For most of us, no matter how grand the vacation, or exotic the location, there really is no place like home.
About 10 years ago, we were on our way home from our annual Florida vacation. We left the beach a little before 9 a.m., and after a few stops, crossed the Savannah River just before 5:00. Dinner was ribs and oysters at a lakefront restaurant, then we continued driving until 10 p.m. We stopped for the night in Columbia, SC, about 3 hours from home. Two bad hotel rooms later, we were on the road again. At 2 a.m. we were home at last!
Sunday, February 17, 2013
All About Dood
Our black and white cat's official name of record is R.P., but I started calling him Doodle, which eventually got shortened to Dood. Rosie usually takes center stage, so I thought this would be a good time to let Dood shine a bit. He is such a little dude and really does love his Rose buddy.
I'm feeling a little stressed out.
I don't get no respect.
This is my spot in the sun.
Can you see me now?
Are you talking to us? Whatever, dude!
Saturday, February 16, 2013
A Musical Birthday
Music is a broad topic and covers a lot of territory. I don't have one favorite type of music, nor one favorite song, genre or band. But for today's prompt I chose Bon Jovi. For over ten years now I've been a fan, from the first time I heard "Thank You For Loving Me", to their latest single "Because We Can".
So for my birthday this year we have tickets to a show in the "Because We Can" Tour next month. This will be our second Bon Jovi concert.
"Because We Can"
Friday, February 15, 2013
Or Else
It is day 15 of the 30 minus 2 days of writing hosted by Nicky and Mike of We Work For Cheese. Today's prompt is "Or Else". Visit Nicky's post to see what else is going on. This is also posted for Friday Flash 55.
We had been warned over and over that we should straighten up or else, but those were just words.
So the moment that glass broke, our fate was sealed. Mother Superior rapped her ruler on the desk as we stood silent before her.
I guess now we will find out just what "or else" meant.
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So the moment that glass broke, our fate was sealed. Mother Superior rapped her ruler on the desk as we stood silent before her.
I guess now we will find out just what "or else" meant.
Edit: For story background, click on the link above.
Thursday, February 14, 2013
Is it a Blintz or a Crepe?
It is day 14 of the 30 minus 2 days of writing hosted by Nicky and Mike of We Work For Cheese. Today's prompt is "Where can I find a good blintz". Visit Nicky's post to see who's still hanging in, and where they go for a blintz.
This is the Sweet Sage Cafe in North Reddington Beach, FL. We found this place last fall, and from the road it looks like a tiny little place, but there's plenty of seating inside plus a gift shop chock full of souvenirs, jewelry and pretty knickknacks.
The patio is even more quaint with signs, decorations and figurines everywhere. They are open for breakfast, brunch and lunch, and the food is very good.
I'd never had crepes before. I know you're asking how could anyone not have had crepes. I like to try new things, especially while I'm on vacation, so when I spotted them on the menu I jumped at the opportunity. I chose the banana & coconut, and they were warm with creamy filling and tasty toppings. Hubby and I split this for breakfast.
Now from what I've read there is very little difference between crepes and blintzes. However, since these are crepes, I can't tell you where to get a good blintz. But I can tell you that I thoroughly enjoyed my first crepes, and highly recommend them, and the Sweet Sage Cafe. It would be a lovely place for a Valentine's Day Brunch...if it just weren't so far away.
This is the Sweet Sage Cafe in North Reddington Beach, FL. We found this place last fall, and from the road it looks like a tiny little place, but there's plenty of seating inside plus a gift shop chock full of souvenirs, jewelry and pretty knickknacks.
The patio is even more quaint with signs, decorations and figurines everywhere. They are open for breakfast, brunch and lunch, and the food is very good.
I'd never had crepes before. I know you're asking how could anyone not have had crepes. I like to try new things, especially while I'm on vacation, so when I spotted them on the menu I jumped at the opportunity. I chose the banana & coconut, and they were warm with creamy filling and tasty toppings. Hubby and I split this for breakfast.
Now from what I've read there is very little difference between crepes and blintzes. However, since these are crepes, I can't tell you where to get a good blintz. But I can tell you that I thoroughly enjoyed my first crepes, and highly recommend them, and the Sweet Sage Cafe. It would be a lovely place for a Valentine's Day Brunch...if it just weren't so far away.
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
Unintended
It is day 13 of the 30 minus 2 days of writing hosted by Nicky and Mike of We Work For Cheese. Today's prompt is "Unintended". Visit Nicky's post to see what the others never intended to do.
It was a long restless night as I tossed and turned with words and phrases spinning their way through my head like a whirling dervish, spitting out snippets of stories that will never be written. I guess that's what happens when writers try to wring out wrinkled words like a well worn dish rag.
I had thought of writing about when Dood moved inside to live with us, an unintended addition to our family.
Then there was the dream I had while pondering this dilemma where my mom and I were shopping at a mall. We were walking and talking and were several stores away when I realized I was still carrying a dress that I hadn't paid for. Since it was quite a walk back, I told her to sit and wait while I returned it. Unintended shoplifting.
But none of these seemed worthy of the challenge, so feeling the pressure of this mind-numbing insanity, I tossed and turned some more as the hour of dawn approached.
Disclaimer: When I entered this challenge, it was never my intention to present such drivel for public view.
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I had thought of writing about when Dood moved inside to live with us, an unintended addition to our family.
Then there was the dream I had while pondering this dilemma where my mom and I were shopping at a mall. We were walking and talking and were several stores away when I realized I was still carrying a dress that I hadn't paid for. Since it was quite a walk back, I told her to sit and wait while I returned it. Unintended shoplifting.
But none of these seemed worthy of the challenge, so feeling the pressure of this mind-numbing insanity, I tossed and turned some more as the hour of dawn approached.
Disclaimer: When I entered this challenge, it was never my intention to present such drivel for public view.
Tuesday, February 12, 2013
Hello Mr. President
It is day 12 of the 30 minus 2 days of writing hosted by Nicky and Mike of We Work For Cheese. Today's prompt is "The Day I Met Abraham Lincoln". Visit Nicky's post to see more creative stories.
The year was 1863, and President Lincoln was about to make a speech that would be known forever more as the "Gettysburg Address."
150 years later...
Ready as I'll ever be so here goes
Press start
Set date to 1863
Turn dial clockwise to 150
Press launch and close eyes
Count to 5
Open eyes
"Ladies and Gentlemen, the President of the United States."
This is truly amazing. It worked. I don't believe it. Well, I always knew it was possible. At least I thought it was possible. I hoped it was possible.
Oh the doors this could open. We have the chance to relive history, to right wrongs, and to learn what we should have learned the first time. We can prevent diseases, save lives, and maybe even prevent wars.
As I look around I see a crowd gathering. Abraham Lincoln is taking the stage. I am about to witness the famous Gettysburg Address. This is terrific, huge, earth shattering, but as with much technology today, in the wrong hands this could be dangerous.
As I study the crowd, one thing I didn't think about is my appearance. I stick out like a sore thumb. All the women we were wearing long dresses and bonnets. The men were dressed in suits and hats. The plain and the fashionable alike had turned out to hear their President, and here I stood in my 21st century clothes with my mouth agape, staring like some deranged fool. That should raise some eyebrows.
Fortunately, for the moment all eyes were on Lincoln. His speech was important and everyone was riveted. "Four score and seven years ago..." It sent chills up and down my spine. I'm standing in the middle of one of the most written about periods in our history. I had to pinch myself to believe I was really here.
All the years of research, late nights and testing paid off, and now, like the rest of the audience, I stood with eyes glued to the stage. Only unlike the others, I had future knowledge of where the country was headed and how hard the next years would be. A shattered country, continued war, loss and years of rebuilding afterward.
He finished speaking and amid thunderous applause he walked out into the crowd, shaking hands and speaking with constituents. Then he noticed me standing there still staring like a crazy person, my eyes following his every move and my camera case hanging from my shoulder.
"I say there madame I don't believe you are from around here. Might I ask where you are from?"
As he approaches me, I'm thinking this is fantastic...no wait, it's a disaster. I could be in real trouble here. I put all my efforts into getting here, with little thought to what I'd do after I got here so I can't explain my presence.
"Hello Mr. President", I said, "I don't think you would believe me if I told you."
And that is how I met Abraham Lincoln.
The year was 1863, and President Lincoln was about to make a speech that would be known forever more as the "Gettysburg Address."
150 years later...
Ready as I'll ever be so here goes
Press start
Set date to 1863
Turn dial clockwise to 150
Press launch and close eyes
Count to 5
Open eyes
"Ladies and Gentlemen, the President of the United States."
This is truly amazing. It worked. I don't believe it. Well, I always knew it was possible. At least I thought it was possible. I hoped it was possible.
Oh the doors this could open. We have the chance to relive history, to right wrongs, and to learn what we should have learned the first time. We can prevent diseases, save lives, and maybe even prevent wars.
As I look around I see a crowd gathering. Abraham Lincoln is taking the stage. I am about to witness the famous Gettysburg Address. This is terrific, huge, earth shattering, but as with much technology today, in the wrong hands this could be dangerous.
As I study the crowd, one thing I didn't think about is my appearance. I stick out like a sore thumb. All the women we were wearing long dresses and bonnets. The men were dressed in suits and hats. The plain and the fashionable alike had turned out to hear their President, and here I stood in my 21st century clothes with my mouth agape, staring like some deranged fool. That should raise some eyebrows.
Fortunately, for the moment all eyes were on Lincoln. His speech was important and everyone was riveted. "Four score and seven years ago..." It sent chills up and down my spine. I'm standing in the middle of one of the most written about periods in our history. I had to pinch myself to believe I was really here.
All the years of research, late nights and testing paid off, and now, like the rest of the audience, I stood with eyes glued to the stage. Only unlike the others, I had future knowledge of where the country was headed and how hard the next years would be. A shattered country, continued war, loss and years of rebuilding afterward.
He finished speaking and amid thunderous applause he walked out into the crowd, shaking hands and speaking with constituents. Then he noticed me standing there still staring like a crazy person, my eyes following his every move and my camera case hanging from my shoulder.
"I say there madame I don't believe you are from around here. Might I ask where you are from?"
As he approaches me, I'm thinking this is fantastic...no wait, it's a disaster. I could be in real trouble here. I put all my efforts into getting here, with little thought to what I'd do after I got here so I can't explain my presence.
"Hello Mr. President", I said, "I don't think you would believe me if I told you."
And that is how I met Abraham Lincoln.
Monday, February 11, 2013
Quote of the Week
It is day 11 of the 30 minus 2 days of writing hosted by Nicky and Mike of We Work For Cheese. Today's prompt is "Road Trip". Visit Nicky's page to see where everyone else is going.
The whole object of travel is not to set foot on foreign land; it is at last to set foot on one's own country as a foreign land. - G.K. Chesterton
The world is full of amazing places, and we often seek out the foreign and exotic, yet some of our greatest adventures are right in our backyard. A road trip is a great way to see your own country through fresh eyes.
This was taken in Cherokee, NC last fall. I believe this is the Hiawassee River, which is a tributary of the Tennessee River.
The whole object of travel is not to set foot on foreign land; it is at last to set foot on one's own country as a foreign land. - G.K. Chesterton
The world is full of amazing places, and we often seek out the foreign and exotic, yet some of our greatest adventures are right in our backyard. A road trip is a great way to see your own country through fresh eyes.
This was taken in Cherokee, NC last fall. I believe this is the Hiawassee River, which is a tributary of the Tennessee River.
Sunday, February 10, 2013
The Mayors of Winston-Salem
It is day 10 of the 30 minus 2 days of writing hosted by Nicky and Mike of We Work For Cheese. Today's prompt is "The Mayor". Visit Nicky's page to see what the other long-suffering participants have written.
Winston and Salem merged into Winston-Salem and was officially incorporated in 1913. Oscar Eaton was elected as the Mayor of Winston before the incorporation, and he served until 1917. Until then there were mayors for both Winston and Salem.
During Mayor Eaton's tenure, a lot was done to bring Winston-Salem into the 20th century such as the paving of First Street and the opening of the Salem Water Plant. Also the Public Works department was established, and in 1915 the first police cars were purchased.
During our official 100-year history, Winston-Salem has had 18 mayors. Of those 18, George Coan served two non-consecutive terms during 1929-1935 and 1943-1945. There were two who served one-year terms. R. J. Reynolds (I think you'll recognize that name) from 1941-1942, and J. Wilbur Crews from 1942-1943.
There were two mayors who served for 12 years each, Marshall Kerfees 1949-1961 and Wayne Corpening, 1977-1989.
The current mayor, Allen Joines has been in office since 2001. The majoral election is coming up later this year, and Joines is seeking a fourth term.
Image Source: Winston-Salem Mayors' Biographies.
Winston and Salem merged into Winston-Salem and was officially incorporated in 1913. Oscar Eaton was elected as the Mayor of Winston before the incorporation, and he served until 1917. Until then there were mayors for both Winston and Salem.
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| Oscar B. Eaton |
During our official 100-year history, Winston-Salem has had 18 mayors. Of those 18, George Coan served two non-consecutive terms during 1929-1935 and 1943-1945. There were two who served one-year terms. R. J. Reynolds (I think you'll recognize that name) from 1941-1942, and J. Wilbur Crews from 1942-1943.
There were two mayors who served for 12 years each, Marshall Kerfees 1949-1961 and Wayne Corpening, 1977-1989.
The current mayor, Allen Joines has been in office since 2001. The majoral election is coming up later this year, and Joines is seeking a fourth term.
Image Source: Winston-Salem Mayors' Biographies.
Saturday, February 9, 2013
The not-so-15-Minute Shower
It is day 9 of the 30 minus 2 days of writing hosted by Nicky and Mike of We Work For Cheese. Today's prompt is "15 minutes". Visit Nicky's page to see what the other long-suffering participants have written.
It is Saturday morning, and like most mornings I woke up hungry. Only this morning is different. Not only am I hungry (we usually go out for breakfast on Saturdays), but I have nothing to offer for today's prompt. Hubby asks if it's okay if he grabs a 15-minute shower - he's playing to the prompt you see. I say fine.
Now there is something you need to know, but would probably rather not because it borders on TMI, but here goes anyway. Hubby is not known for short showers, nor is he known for starting those showers upon entrance to the bathroom. If you've ever heard the expression "reading room", you have your answer, but there's more.
Enter Sophie. Yes, the cat, or more appropriately, his cat. That is where she likes to spend quality time with her Daddy. He brushes her. Her little pink hair brush sits next to the wastebasket, and it's not unusual to find copious amounts of Sophie hair in there after brushing session.
Back to the present. I am sitting on the bed with my notebook and tablet (and my cat) struggling to come up with something read-worthy on the subject of 15 minutes. I set the stopwatch function on my phone and after 25 minutes I had not heard the water start. Because he can't hear me over the fans, I get up to move things along. I say, "You said you were going to take a 15-minute shower and it's been over 25 minutes and you haven't even started."
Hubby: "Well, now you've got your story"
Conclusion: He finally got his shower in the time it took me to write this, which proves he can shower in under 15 minutes, and this is what you get when I've got nothing to give.
It is Saturday morning, and like most mornings I woke up hungry. Only this morning is different. Not only am I hungry (we usually go out for breakfast on Saturdays), but I have nothing to offer for today's prompt. Hubby asks if it's okay if he grabs a 15-minute shower - he's playing to the prompt you see. I say fine.
Now there is something you need to know, but would probably rather not because it borders on TMI, but here goes anyway. Hubby is not known for short showers, nor is he known for starting those showers upon entrance to the bathroom. If you've ever heard the expression "reading room", you have your answer, but there's more.
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| Are you gonna brush me? |
Back to the present. I am sitting on the bed with my notebook and tablet (and my cat) struggling to come up with something read-worthy on the subject of 15 minutes. I set the stopwatch function on my phone and after 25 minutes I had not heard the water start. Because he can't hear me over the fans, I get up to move things along. I say, "You said you were going to take a 15-minute shower and it's been over 25 minutes and you haven't even started."
Hubby: "Well, now you've got your story"
Conclusion: He finally got his shower in the time it took me to write this, which proves he can shower in under 15 minutes, and this is what you get when I've got nothing to give.
Friday, February 8, 2013
Le modèle français
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| Image source: Ammar Abd Rabbo |
The plane landed in Paris, and after a long flight, Sylvie was tired and longed for a hot bath. Awed by the ornate fixtures, she checked into her five-star hotel.
"Bonjour Madame, comment allez-vous?"
"Je vais bien, merci. Et vous?"
"Sera Mademoiselle besoin d'une clé ou deux?"
"Une, S'il vous plaît. Sylvie followed the bellman to her room. "Merci monsieur." She tipped him and closed the door. The years of French lessons she had taken in preparation for this had paid off.
After drawing a hot bath, she poured a glass of the chilled champagne that had been waiting for her. She slipped into the tub, luxuriating in the steaming lavender scented water. As she soaked she thought about what brought her to Paris.
She was participating in Fashion Week, and her boyfriend would be arriving tomorrow, hence the champagne she was enjoying. This was the opportunity of a lifetime. At the last minute Monique was struck with appendicitis, and required emergency surgery. Although models are usually very competitive, Sylvie was genuinely sorry for her friend.
After two years of serving as backup, she finally got her chance. She would impress them with her grace and poise. She would pause at the end of the runway, turn and throw a dazzling smile at her boyfriend, her very rich boyfriend, Francois.
Afterward they would stroll along the Avenue des Champs-Élysées...one of the most romantic places in Paris. They would stop beneath the lamp post, the soft glow adding to the ambiance. He turned, his dark eyes searching her face. "Sylvie, voulez-vous..."
Her cell phone was ringing, drawing her away from her thoughts.
"Bonjour?"
"Sylvia, where are you? Wait, did you just say 'bonjour'? Did you forget our bridge game? Howard is already here."
Sylvia yawned and shook her head. "I'm sorry Jan, I must have fallen asleep on the couch. I just had the oddest dream. It was so real. "
Thursday, February 7, 2013
Texting
It is day 7 of the 30 minus 2 days of writing hosted by Nicky and Mike of We Work For Cheese. Today's prompt is "Texting". For me it was more like a test I didn't study for. Visit Nicky's page to see what the other long-suffering participants have written.
Way back in the dark ages before smart phones and home computers there was shorthand. The Gregg version was invented by John Robert Gregg in 1888. I took it in high school, (more recently than 1888) and it was probably my favorite class. All the letters and sounds of the alphabet are represented, but the key to shorthand are brief forms. Brief forms are words or phrases represented by one symbol, which increased efficiency.
After learning the alphabet and brief forms, we took dictation. This was the fun part. We started out at around 40-60 words per minute, and worked up. I think my max rate was 140 words per minute. We had to take and successfully transcribe 120 wpm to pass. The funny thing was that after taking it at 110 or 120, going back to 90 or 100 was actually harder. I think it was because we were used to the higher speed and had to recalibrate.
Thanks to modern technology, shorthand is a dying art. Now we have computers and automated dictation equipment. So how does all this tie in to texting? Although serving different purposes, the brief forms used in shorthand are similar to the shortened words and phrases used in texting. This new language allows us to convey our thoughts in 160 characters or less. That's important when we're typing with just our thumbs.
We've actually used abbreviations like these for years such as FYI, BYOB, ASAP. BTW, there are enough out there to MEGO. I'll leave you with this list of shortcuts so you can tune up your texting skills. TAFN. CUL8R.
PS - What are some of your favorite texting short cuts?
PPS - Did anyone else take shorthand?
Way back in the dark ages before smart phones and home computers there was shorthand. The Gregg version was invented by John Robert Gregg in 1888. I took it in high school, (more recently than 1888) and it was probably my favorite class. All the letters and sounds of the alphabet are represented, but the key to shorthand are brief forms. Brief forms are words or phrases represented by one symbol, which increased efficiency.
After learning the alphabet and brief forms, we took dictation. This was the fun part. We started out at around 40-60 words per minute, and worked up. I think my max rate was 140 words per minute. We had to take and successfully transcribe 120 wpm to pass. The funny thing was that after taking it at 110 or 120, going back to 90 or 100 was actually harder. I think it was because we were used to the higher speed and had to recalibrate.Thanks to modern technology, shorthand is a dying art. Now we have computers and automated dictation equipment. So how does all this tie in to texting? Although serving different purposes, the brief forms used in shorthand are similar to the shortened words and phrases used in texting. This new language allows us to convey our thoughts in 160 characters or less. That's important when we're typing with just our thumbs.
We've actually used abbreviations like these for years such as FYI, BYOB, ASAP. BTW, there are enough out there to MEGO. I'll leave you with this list of shortcuts so you can tune up your texting skills. TAFN. CUL8R.
PS - What are some of your favorite texting short cuts?
PPS - Did anyone else take shorthand?
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