Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Progress on the Violin



Guess What!!

My son John put new strings on my violin and gave me a pitch pipe. A pitch pipe is a little thing you toot on to tune instruments. It has four notes, E A D and G. I had a little trouble with it and John, the little snot, said he didn't think they gave pitch-pipe lessons. He just couldn't pass it up, could he?

Well, he'll be surprised when I give my recital.

If things go well the program will consist of three songs, Claire De Lune, Danny Boy and Waltzing Matilda. If things go badly it will be Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, Go Down Moses and Are You Sleeping Brother John. If things go very badly Are You Sleeping Brother John will be scratched.

For those who want to attend keep the following tentative dates open. April 14, 2022, June 4, 2023 and July 17, 2024.

These dates are subject to change with no notice.

Sunday, March 21, 2010

The ERA and Those Who Opposed It

ERA (Equal Rights Amendment) vs Phyllis Schafley

Here is a lady you, my young daughters and granddaughters, nieces and grandnieces, friends and adversaries, may never have heard of but should come to know. Because her influence was so powerful within the Conservative and Republican circles and because her writings are still widely available in those groups her opinions bear looking at. In many ways she was the Sarah Palin of the 1960s and '70s.

The Equal Rights Amendment that actually made it the law of the land that women were not second class citizens was always strongly opposed by Republican/Conservative groups.

Phyllis Schafley was one of a handful of well-funded women traveling the country to speak out against the ERA. She organized a group that she called The Positive Woman. I remember some of the goals of The Positive Woman. Some of them were pretty laughable even then.

Ms. Schafley’s words on the subject are as follows:

(T)he Positive Woman finds somebody on whom she can lavish her maternal love so that it doesn't well up inside her and cause psychological frustrations. Surely no woman is so isolated by geography or insulated by spirit that she cannot find someone worthy of her maternal love. …women profit most of all (from enacting this philosophy) because it is part of their very nature....

To maintain this little fallacy and the policies that held them in place the conservative argument was that women were already covered by the Constitution. Not hardly.

In 1776, Abigail Adams wrote to her husband John, "In the new code of laws, remember the ladies and do not put such unlimited power into the hands of the husbands."1 John Adams replied, "I cannot but laugh. Depend upon it, we know better than to repeal our masculine systems."2 And he was serious!

The new Constitution’s promised rights were fully enjoyed only by certain white males. Women were treated according to social tradition and English common law and were denied most legal rights. In general they could not vote, own property, keep their own wages, or even have custody of their children

In my lifetime, with few exceptions, women could not rent an apartment, buy a home, a car or open a bank or credit card account without a male co-signer. Stop and think about that for a minute. No matter who the money was earned by, a male had to sign. If you were single either your father, brother, boss or even your 21-year-old son, had to co-sign. No matter how accomplished, educated, hard-working or responsible you were, the eyes of any interviewer slid right over your shoulder to see if there was a male standing behind you.

You who have managerial jobs, work in the financial industry, a health clinic, the educational administrative system and virtually all of the professions, owe your opportunity to the battle fought and won by others before you. In almost all instances in a bank or business or health clinic or school two people, a man and a woman, working side by side were paid a 2-1 differential. That is, the male invariably earned twice as much as his female co-worker for the exact same work. Remember please, it hasn’t really been that long ago.

It took not only Title VIIII of the Civil Rights Act under President Lyndon Johnson but additional effort by the National Organization of Women to get Johnson to complete an Executive order to make sure Title VIIII applied to women and girls. Title VIIII disallows any discrimination of benefits, funded by Federal dollars, to anyone for reasons of race, ethnic background, etc. but did not originally include “gender”. Women fought very hard to get Johnson to put into law the inclusion of women in this protection.

As a student, if you liked any sport other than cheer leading, you needed to do it on your own time and dime. Virtually all school sports budgets, Kindergarden through Graduate School, went toward maintaining popular male sports programs. The programs available for girls interested in hockey, soccer, tennis, running, softball, basketball, skiing were insignificant to non-existent and embarrassingly under-funded. But of course nobody was embarrassed. Title VIIII and the subsequent Executive order changed all that.

As is now the case against health care reform the Conservative talking points against the ERA were greatly slanted by disingenuous statements. They whipped up the religious right by 1: Painting all "Womens Libbers" as degenerate homosexuals and 2: arguing that women who wanted equal rights would also force co-ed bathrooms, public nudity, legal rights comparable to men, same-sex marriage and abortion on demand upon the "real Americans". Do these tactics sound familiar?

Their "fear and destroy" campaign against the Equal Rights Amendment was similar to what we hear today in opposition to any progressive effort to make changes that improve the lives of people other than themselves.

Those who fought for the Equal Rights Amendment and got it passed into law should be remembered.

However, the Phyllis Schafleys of the world should be remembered too, so that we can recognize them when we see and hear them.

As beneficiaries of the ERA you need to see what it was, and is, all about. Check out the site:


http://www.equalrightsamendment.org/. You may have to cut and paste but it will be worth it.

International Poetry Day

Today is International Poetry Day!


In celebration of the day, and in recognition of my own very bad poetry I looked up the definition of poetry as the erudites of the world see it. Well, you don’t want to suffer through most of the very complicated definition given by those very smart people but I did glean a short blurb that I could relate to. According to those that take it upon themselves to define it…


.. While there are reasonable interpretations, there can never be a definitive interpretation….


Well, that’s the sorry truth for sure. Nobody ever understands the stuff I write. I get pretty tired of hearing..”..but what does it mean..??” ..or watching peoples’ eyes glaze over at the third line..


But I like to define poetry as some writing that has the ability to take you to another place emotionally. Poetry helps you to see and hear and feel someone else's thoughts and emotional place and to throw yours out to the world.. Poetry is a connection between what lies beneath the surface of our selves and each other.


Poetry is emotion in song. It gives a voice to fear without retreat, joy without conceit and sorrow without despair.


Poetry is a good thing. We should read more of it.

Friday, March 19, 2010

Short Census Forms

If your wondering why your Census Form didn't ask the really interesting questions that mine did it's because I got to be the "every seventh person" who had to fill out the American Community Survey which is VERY LONG. That's why they sent a person with the form.

Goodbye February!!

February is gone!! It has taken me a couple of weeks for it to sink in but it is surely done with and I am glad..glad..glad..

A North Missouri February is not to be taken lightly.

The year 2000 when I wrote this was typical.
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Three days into the month the ground is spongy..smelling of thaw and oozing with the excitement of spring.

Surprise!! That night the temperature drops to zero! With berserk winds!!

February 15th is glorious and sunny..We walk the yard, smugly marking each green daffodil shoot...each purplish spade-shaped tulip leaf. We are so confident.. We have sown in the fall...soon we will enjoy the blooms of spring..

Surprise!!! That night the temperature drops to nine below zero. With berserk winds.

February 21st is a day passed in mourning..nothing exraordinary..just gray and gloomy and drizzly cold. Hopes of spring are gone...half-heartedly we sow a little grass seed...toss a little hay onto a bare spot..the day is cold and lifeless.

The drizzle, met by a night of 10 degree temperatures, turns to murderous ice. Trees snap with the sound of rifle shots. Cows, heavily burdened with calf, slip and struggle through ice fields.

All weak creatures that survived a hard January sink to their knees in these last days of winter. For those who listen, the night is filled with the sound of predators closing in on prey delivered up to them on plates of ice.

But somewhere within those days of despair and false hope a secret majesty erupts and the land is released.

I have never been able to exactly pinpoint the day or time this happens..but in North Missouri it happens in February. Slowly and wistfully spring comes. It does not come easily. Winter is jealous and for every day that is sweet and sunny there are nights that reach out with killing fingers and shake and destroy with their freezing.

But spring begins in February..it cannot not begin...and it begins in February.

Thursday, March 18, 2010

Poncho's Audition & the Violin


I’ve decided to learn to play the violin.

Today, a lovely spring day, I chanced by a moving/yard sale that was only about ten miles down a half mud, half gravel road past the sign that first caught my eye. There I found a really nice violin with four strings and a rock-like hunk of resin in a battered old case. It only cost ten bucks and I just happened to have it! Oh happy me!

My daughter, who happens to live close by, has not been very supportive. I first became interested in the violin when she was an infant. I can’t remember now what ever made me want to play…it was so long ago. I do remember her brother and sister huddling under the sewing machine cabinet with their little hands over their ears when I practiced. Not a one of those kids had a lick of musical appreciation and never played an instrument. I blame it on my first husband’s genes because my two sons from my second husband are very musical. (Of course I had given up the violin by the time they arrived.)

Come to think of it, I’m sorry to say, my life has been riddled with failure. .just one debacle after another. Those violin lessons were just an example of a long string of incomplete and unproductive events in my life. The best I can say for myself is that on several occasions I have provided my neighbors and acquaintances with something to smile about.

But success, or victory or whatever you want to call it seems to elude me.

Take the time I took Kenny’s Beagle Hound pup, Poncho, to the Lyric Opera’s audition in Kansas City. They were looking for hound dogs for a production that had an English hunt scene and the lucky hound owner was to receive free seasons tickets. I love the theater.

I drove all the way to Kansas City from Henry County. The dog threw up in the backseat and wallowed in it. I had to stop at a car wash to hose him down.

When we got to Barney Allis Plaza in Kansas City the grassy little park area was full of well-dressed media folk parading their own mostly overweight but well-behaved dogs around on leashes. None of them looked like they had been through the car wash. I recognized several of the PBS-TV people that I had met through my Public Relations classes at CMSU but they didn’t seem to recognize me. It was just as well.

Poncho was pretty excited and let out that wailing, howling thing Beagle hounds do non-stop. He fought the leash and drug me all over the park, tangling us up with two fat, double-leashed Bassets and a skinny Greyhound who looked like he hadn’t eaten in three weeks.. The Public Relations Director who had seemed so very friendly on her visit to CMSU the last semester seemed rather cool.

I gave up and had to drag Poncho back to the car and we went home. But if you did happen to watch the news that night, KCMO-TV had a segment on the audition and the hound sound you heard was definitely Poncho.

I could go on and on about such failures but I am getting depressed.

However, I am more mature now and I believe the violin is just the ticket for a redeeming success!

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

The Census Lady's Visit

The Census Lady came the other day. We are now officially counted for posterity. I answered all her questions openly and freely. Why not? I love to talk about myself. I have no fear of all my personal info being plastered across the world. Most of my neighbors and acquaintances know my name anyway. They know I live here. They know who else lives here. I don’t much care about the rest of the population in that regard.

My neighbors and acquaintances know I don’t always keep the grass mowed and trimmed although the lady didn’t ask about it. They know I am a Democrat because of the bumper sticker on the back of my old Buick but she didn’t ask about that either. They probably know when and how much I am overdrawn at the bank, small towns not being big on personal privacy except that everyone wants it, but nothing about my bank habits was on the questionnaire. I’m glad about that. I always sweat when I lie.

She did ask if I could dress myself and such or had trouble with stairs and I asked her if she meant going up or coming down. There is definitely a difference. She asked me how many times I’ve been married and when the last happy divorce occurred. (my words.. not hers) About half way through the thing she asked me if I was deaf. That was kind of funny as we had been having quite an informative little conversation up ‘til then.

She asked if I had a telephone, a TV, bathroom plumbing, a sink with a faucet. I thought that was kind of cute except I can remember living in houses that did not have a faucet in the sink. Heck, I can remember living in houses without bathroom plumbing!

Anyway, I hope all this top-secret info guides those in high positions to make the weighty decisions they are charged with in the matters of indoor plumbing and how long it takes me to climb a flight of stairs and the date of my last divorce.

I’ve done my part!