Showing posts with label Virginia. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Virginia. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 2, 2014

B is for Budapest: April 2014 A to Z Challenge

Blogging From A to Z
April 2014 Challenge
http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com
B is for Budapest, capital of Hungary.  With approximately two million inhabitants, today it's a thriving metropolis. But, it didn't begin that way. Budapest was originally settled by the Eravasci, a Celtic tribe, around 40 AD. They named the city "Ak-ink", which the Romans renamed, "Aquincum" after its conquest.

Remains of the ancient city of Aquincum can be seen today in Budapest.

The Ruins of the Ancient City of Aquincum, modern day Budapest.


(Personally, I find this to be pretty amazing and would love to tour Europe one day just to see all the cool places I write about.)


Map of Europe
Hungary in Red

There is a ton of fascinating history about Budapest but I want to tell you about a man who made a difference while residing there during WWII. Before I do, here are some links to learn more about the history of Budapest.





Okay, on to the star of the show, Mr.Giorgio Perlasca.  Giorgio Perlasca was an Italian businessman working in Budapest when all hell broke loose in 1943.

"When Mussolini fell in July 1943, all Italians in Hungary were requested to return home. Perlasca refused to go to a German-ruled Italian puppet state. As Perlasca said: "I was neither a fascist nor an anti-fascist, but I was anti-Nazi." Perlasca was interned; however, on October 13, 1944, he was able to talk his way out of the hotel where he was being held." (Quote from the Jewish Virtual Library Website)

This is where it gets interesting.  Let's look at that last sentence one more time: " Perlasca was interned; however, on October 13, 1944, he was able to talk his way out of the hotel where he was being held."

I like this guy already but it gets really wild when he declares himself the Spanish Ambassador to Hungary.  I know, I know, I keep saying, "WTF?" too.  Stay with me, okay?  K.

Perlasca was appalled at the way Hungarian Jews were being treated.  In the beginning, he took it upon himself to save a couple here and there.  Then he saved families. Then groups of people.  He was even able to pull hundreds of Jews off of a Nazi deportation train!  This man had huge balls and was sharp as a razor. He could think on his feet and never got rattled.  He bribed high-ranking Nazis in order to save more lives.  During one "negotiation", the greedy Nazi he was trying to bribe held a knife to his throat whilst on a fourth floor balcony.  Perlasca never missed a beat and offered the guy double if he'd put the knife away.  Of course it worked.

I HIGHLY RECOMMEND this movie. Yes, it's all in Italian with English subtitles but it's so good you'll forget all about that. Here's a link to a trailer of the film.  It may now be possible to find the entire film online:




(Why don't people like foreign films?  I love em.  This one ROCKS.)

From DeliberatelyConsidered.com:

"Giorgio Perlasca was born in Como, Italy, in 1910. During World War II, he was an Italian diplomatic envoy to the countries of Eastern Europe as a food purchasing manager (meat) for the Italian Army. For a number of reasons, he found himself in the position to pretend to be a substitute for the Spanish ambassador in Budapest, Sanz Briz. When the ambassador was forced to leave Hungary, Perlasca decided to impersonate a Spanish consul in order to grant Spanish citizenship to thousands of Jewish Hungarians. He took advantage of the Rivera Law, which allowed him to naturalize all the Jewish people with Sephardi origins from all over the world. Thanks to this law, over a period of 45 days, between January 1944 and January 1945, “Jorge” Perlasca saved thousands of Hungarian Jews."

Final thoughts:  You gotta see the movie, "Perlasca".

Tammy - Out.

Saturday, February 8, 2014

Local Lens Redux: Kathy Larrabee of Keswick Gourmet-THANK YOU!


Thank You
I recently wrote a blog post that showcased Kathy Larrabee, owner of Keswick Gourmet. (You can read it HERE.) 

Keswick is a small town in the beautiful Blue Ridge Mountains of central Virginia and has some of the prettiest views you'll ever see. I highly recommend a visit to Keswick if you're in the area.  Also, you need some of this sauce!

So, earlier today, I was shopping at my local IGA and ran into Kathy - literally!  (My glasses broke and I have to see the eye doctor next week for a new prescription so I'm flying blind!) She was as sweet and gracious as always and wanted to let me know how much she enjoyed the blog post.  As a show of thanks, she wanted to give me a jar of her sauce!  

As I writer, I don't expect anyone to give me anything and I only write about things I truly believe in, so the gift of the sauce was a most welcome surprise. 

Wow, I was so excited I almost forgot what I went in the store to buy!  She met me outside after I checked out. We walked to her van and she presented me with a yummy delicious jar of her incredible Authentic Marinara sauce...

Guess what I'm having for dinner tonight??

So, with that in mind, I just want to say a HUGE "Thank You" to Kathy for her kindness and generosity.

Here is the link to her website if you'd like to know more...



KESWICK GOURMET
AUTHENTIC MARINARA






Wednesday, November 13, 2013

Winter Snow




Snow
Iridescent
Soft as marshmallows
Cold but alive
Falls around me
Blanketing the ground
With her alabaster jewels
The world is hushed
Silent
Time Stops


Wednesday, November 6, 2013

A Star Trek Love Poem, for Jack


My beloved Jack, thank you for being in my life.
I'll always love you.
You were my soulmate.

A STAR TREK LOVE POEM, FOR JACK


You are my Kirk
You keep me grounded when I want to be reckless
You take the lead fearlessly when I am unsure
Your courage inspires me

You are my Spock
You analyze the facts when I passionately rush in
Your logic is like a beacon in the dark when I am overwrought with emotions

You are my Bones
When I am sick
Whether in body, mind, or spirit
Your touch is a healing balm that makes me well again

You are my Sulu
Your wise judgment and gentle guidance
Has led me to safety in difficult times
I can always trust in you

You are my Scotty
When you kiss me, hold me, touch me...
My engine purrs
And my warp drive engages

Sometimes I think
That our love is like the Kobiashi Maru
Everyone says it's impossible
Yet we always find a way to make it work

You are my Enterprise
My beloved companion and partner in life
Taking me places I never thought I'd go
Traveling through the storms of life
in the safety of your shields

Like the Captain for his ship and crew
There isn't anything I wouldn't do
For You

Friday, November 1, 2013

Friday, October 25, 2013

Autumn in Albemarle


Fall is here and quickly turning into winter!
Just a short picture post today...Autumn in Albemarle County Virginia.  I am truly fortunate to live in an area that is bursting with natural beauty.

Just down the road from my house, the beauty of autumn is everywhere to be seen in picturesque Albemarle County Virginia.
Here is a map of peak dates for fall leaf-peeping in Virginia:


Fall foliage map for Virginia

Friday, September 27, 2013

Autumn Fire Wine Glasses



Hand Painted Wine Glasses

by Mystic Meadows


Mystic Meadows
Hand Painted Wine Glass
Autumn Fire
2019 UPDATE: I no longer paint wine glasses, but I am still very proud of the work I have done in the past.


Mystic Meadows
Winter Wonderland
Hand Painted Wine Glass

Monday, August 19, 2013

A STAR TREK LOVE POEM, FOR JACK



A STAR TREK LOVE POEM

You are my Kirk
You keep me grounded when I want to be reckless
You take the lead fearlessly when I am unsure
Your courage inspires me

You are my Spock
You analyze the facts when I passionately rush in
Your logic is like a beacon in the dark when I am overwrought with emotions

You are my Bones
When I am sick
Whether in body, mind, or spirit
Your touch is a healing balm that makes me well again

You are my Sulu
Your wise judgment and gentle guidance
Has led me to safety in difficult times
I can always trust in you

You are my Scotty
When you kiss me, hold me, touch me...
My engine purrs
And my warp drive engages

Sometimes I think
That our love is like the Kobiashi Maru
Everyone says it's impossible
Yet we always find a way to make it work

You are my Enterprise
My beloved companion and partner in life
Taking me places I never thought I'd go
Traveling through the storms of life
in the safety of your shields

Like the Captain for his ship and crew
There isn't anything I wouldn't do
For You.








~TSP 7-19-2013



From StarTrek.com.  I totally need these!
Live Long and Prosper Vulcan Greeting Earrings
Vulcan Salute Earrings



Friday, July 12, 2013

Historic Cumberland Maryland Part One

Hi all!
I'm spending a few days north of my usual mountain home, taking a much-needed break from the daily grind. I'm so far "out there" I don't have data service on my phone!  I'm in beautiful and historic Cumberland Maryland, about 3.5 hours north-northwest of Crozet Virginia.  Cumberland lies in the Appalachian/Allegheny mountains and is both beautiful and charming.  There is still that "small town" feel to it and in the neighboring town of Frostburg.  I have taken so many pictures to share with you but as of right now I don't have a connection on my phone to upload them.  I do promise to write a part two to this blog post as soon as I'm back home and online again.  (I'm on a friend's laptop with an ethernet connection and I don't want to go rearranging his internet protocols) Anyway, I found a great page online from the National Park Service that talks about the history of this area and there are some very cool photographs there too.


CUMBERLAND TODAY

Photo by Carter and Roque

You can link to the page HERE and I'm posting excerpts below.

The following is from the NPS.gov page about the history of Cumberland Maryland.  No copyright infringement intended.  Used for informational, educational, and historic purposes only.

HISTORY OF CUMBERLAND MARYLAND
Baltimore St., early 1900s
Photograph courtesy of City of Cumberland
"Although located in the extreme reaches of western Maryland, the city of Cumberland has found itself a center of activity throughout its history. During its more than 200 years of existence, Cumberland has been a military fort, the origin point of America's first highway, the termination point of a monumental federal construction project, a western gateway to the Ohio River Valley, the processing center for rich coal fields, and a primary link on one of America's most successful railroads. Nestled dramatically at the base of converging mountain ridges and at the confluence of Wills Creek and the Potomac River, Cumberland conforms in its layout to the rugged topography within which it is situated. From its beginnings as a British fort to its place today as western Maryland's largest city, Cumberland has always lived up to its nickname as a "Queen City."
When European settlers first began moving into western Maryland in the 1730s and 1740s, they encountered Native Americans residing between the Potomac and Susquehanna rivers. Conflicts ensued, and in 1744 the Maryland legislature purchased the land from the area's Native American's, observing they would settle "for nothing less than Blood or Money." This contract opened the area to official settlement. Germans, Swiss-Germans, and Scot-Irish from Pennsylvania quickly colonized the area. Although the Maryland legislature had "purchased" the area, Virginia and Pennsylvania claimed the land as well. More troubling to the British Empire were French traders intent on securing their rights to the land.

George Washington

In 1750 Virginia planters and English merchants established a trading house and small storehouse on land which is now the heart of Cumberland. The new trading post (later called Fort Cumberland) attracted the French, who moved south and west from their Lake Ontario forts, drove out the English traders and claimed the Ohio River Valley for France. In 1753, with tensions running high between the French and English, the Governor of Virginia sent a small company led by a young Virginian named George Washington to inform the French to leave English territory and return north. The French ignored Washington's warnings, and he returned to Virginia. In the spring of 1754, Colonel Washington returned to Fort Cumberland, this time with more men. Pushing north from Cumberland towards the forks of the Ohio River where Pittsburgh is now located, Washington's force (about 230 men) encountered 600 French and 100 Indians soldiers. An inexperienced 22 year-old, Washington did not withdraw, but instructed his men to build a fort, which he grimly named "Fort Necessity." On July 3, 1754, the French and Indian War officially began when both groups attacked the fort. Washington, completely surrounded and one third of his men killed, surrendered. Washington and his remaining troops were allowed to retreat (without their weapons) and returned to Fort Cumberland. With the loss of the Ohio River Valley, Fort Cumberland became the primary staging and supply point for the British on the colonial frontier.

This is where I went today!  Cool beans!

Cabin that served as George Washington's headquarters
Photograph by Kathleen McKenney, courtesy of City of Cumberland

The fort, and later the city, derived its name from the Duke of Cumberland, son of King George II of Great Britain. After British General Edward Braddock led another disastrous foray into the Ohio River Valley, George Washington served as commander of the Virginia troops during the French and Indian War, and spent a considerable amount of time in the Cumberland area. The cabin that served as his headquarters is the only building to survive from the Fort, and has been moved to Riverside Park. Washington's service in the area was important, because he became convinced that expansion west into the interior of North America and the Ohio River Valley came through Cumberland's valley. Washington later started a company (which failed) to make the Potomac River navigable between the Atlantic Ocean and Cumberland.

GROWTH OF THE CITY

In the years between the end of the French and Indian War and the beginning of the American Revolution, Cumberland grew as a town, was designated the seat of the newly created Allegany County, and was poised to become a major artery on the edge of the American frontier. Following the American Revolution, land hungry settlers began to push purposefully past the land west of the Appalachian Mountains. Cumberland grew slowly, until the much anticipated Chesapeake and Ohio Canal and Baltimore and Ohio Railroad arrived in the mid-19th century. These improved transportation routes, along with the increase development and trade opportunities they fostered, transformed this small town into the largest city in Western Maryland.

C&O Canal boats awaiting another load of coal, circa 1890
Photograph courtesy of City of Cumberland, from the collections of the Allegany County Historical Society

Coal mining quickly became the most important industry in the Cumberland area. Some of the richest beds of soft, bituminous coal in the country lay within the hills and mountains of this region. After the Civil War, coal became one of Maryland's chief products and exports. Coal from the Cumberland area fueled the state's mills and plants, steamships in Baltimore's harbor as well as the US Navy fleet, and was traded to buyers from London, Brazil, Egypt, and beyond. Primarily Scotch and Welsh immigrants provided the labor force for these mines, immigrating with their families for the opportunities America offered. In the Cumberland region, miners escaped the indebtedness to the mining company that plagued miners in surrounding states. The company store system, in which miners were forced to purchase all their supplies and household needs from the mining company, was outlawed in Maryland in 1868. A comparatively high proportion of miners were also homeowners, as local mining firms found it more profitable to sell houses to their miners, than establish "company" housing. Cumberland's coal mines were constructed with horizontal shafts, far less dangerous that the vertical mines of Pennsylvania and West Virginia. Still, Cumberland's miners blackened from head to foot when they emerged from a mine at the end of a day knew that the carbon-filled air, which corroded the lungs overtime, would lead to an early death.


Cumberland as represented in a 1906 map by Thaddeus M Fowler
Library of Congress, Geography and Map Division, G3844.C9A3 1906 .F6
Various manufacturing plants were established in Cumberland, because of its proximity to sources of fuel and raw materials and its position on major transportation routes. Cumberland blossomed as a result, the downtown commercial area thrived, and impressive residences built around the city reflected individual prosperity. The city became the economic center of the region. Rural farmers, industrial workers and miners traveled downtown along with successful industrialists, businessmen and county officials. Glass manufacturing played an important role in the growth of Cumberland from 1880 to 1930. The Warren Glass Works Company located in South Cumberland, and the Cumberland Glass Works located at the west end of North Mechanic Street, were established in the early 1880s and would become the two major glass making firms. The industry used local coal as an economical fuel, and native pure silica sandstone in the making of the glass. At the peak of production around 1920, well over 1,000 people were employed in the glass factories and decorating shops. The onset of the Great Depression, coupled with the destruction of seven factories by fire dealt the glass industry in Cumberland a fatal blow. Recently, however, a glass decorating business opened in the city, using some equipment from the former companies.

INDUSTRY


Cumberland Brewing Co. during the 1900s
Photograph courtesy of City of Cumberland

Breweries existed in Cumberland as early as the 1870s. The Cumberland Brewing Company, which operated on North Centre Street until the late 1950s, was established in 1890. The German Brewing Company started in 1901 on Market Street and operated until 1974 when it closed its doors, marking the end of an era of local beer production.
As coal production diminished in the first quarter of the 20th century, the auto-industry moved into Cumberland and promised new jobs for former miners. Kelly-Springfield Tire Company came to Cumberland to manufacture tires in 1921. At its peak the company employed well over 2,000 people. Of the area industries still operating today, two date back to before the turn-of-the-century. Westvaco, now Allegany County's largest employer, was founded in 1888. The Luke Mill, which employs about 1,950 Tri-State area residents, is continuing its $250 million improvement program. A new wood yard and administration building are the latest additions. Cumberland Steel Company, now operated by George Wyckoff, was established in 1892 by the McKaig family, whose Greek Revival mansion still stands on Washington Street."



Travelling to Cumberland?  Check out this Trip Advisor page with links to other local attractions and hotels.

Able to view PDF files on your device?  Click HERE for a great booklet (with pics!) about Cumberland, George Washington's First Headquarters, General Pershing and much more!


Wednesday, July 10, 2013

Soul Mates and Cranial Rectumitis

Soul Mates:  The Perfect Fit




Soulmate

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
A soulmate (or soul mate) is a person with whom one has a feeling of deep or natural affinity.[1]This may involve similarity, love, intimacy, sexuality, sexual activity, spirituality, or compatibilityand trust.



I believe in soul mates.  Do you?  If you do and you've ever been lucky enough to find yours in this lifetime, you will truly understand the depth of my feelings in this post.  Not everyone is fortunate enough to find that one heart, that one soul, that one truly compatible human being that makes everything sparkle with light and joy.  It's such a beautiful experience that mere words can't do it justice but for the sake of this post I will try to express it as best as I can.

A soul mate is that one person who "gets you".  He (or she) understands you in ways no one else can.  He has your same wacky sense of humor, your same love of all things Star Trek, is intelligent enough to discuss the physics behind the show, and funny enough to make you laugh when you're violently ill.  He will open doors, cook you meals, but is man enough NOT to take your shit and call you out when you're being a moody bitch asshole.  (Hey, I'm a very strong-minded woman and I can be a bit *cough* stubborn/bossy/whiny/moody/bitchy but he has been the only man in my life to call me out on it.  If someone you love is telling you you're being an asshole, you're PROBABLY BEING AN ASSHOLE!)  He was never mean or rude about it, but he is just man enough to say so.  We're both very strong minded individuals and I totally respect that about him.  A strong woman needs a strong man!  I can't respect a weak man.  Just can't.  Like I said, he is man enough to cook me a beautiful dinner, take me camping/fishing/shooting, rub my back, and he also knows when I need to pull my head out of my ass and get a fresh perspective on things!  It's so nice to have all of that in one package.  (I'm not saying he's perfect, he's not, he's just perfect for me.)

I was lucky enough to meet my soul mate in 1999.  Unfortunately, we were in different places mentally, socially, and professionally.  We both knew we were meant to be together but after trying for several years we called it off.  It was the most painful breakup I've ever experienced.  Yet it truly wasn't a "breakup" because time after time we kept reaching out to one another, both hurting, both yearning, yet both knowing it still wasn't right.  Now, at last, we have reconnected once again and it's as if all the pieces finally fit.  It just FEELS RIGHT. I'm going to be spending a long weekend with him soon and see how things are between us.  We have spoken several times a day for the past few weeks and it's as if time hadn't passed at all.  We feel different as people yet the feelings of love remain.  We've had time to mature and experience more of what we don't want and can now appreciate and acknowledge what we DO want...each other.

I don't know what the future holds but I do know this:

No one else has or will ever compare to him.  No one else will ever measure up to him.  He is the standard by which I've compared all others against.  

That may not have been fair but it was how I felt in my heart.  He is truly "The One" for me.  If things do not work out for us this time around, I am truly done with love.  He has my heart, he had it then, he has it now, and he will always have it.  I sincerely want things to work out between us this time and I have a lot of positive signs that they will.  I'm just saying, honestly, that if it doesn't, I am finished with love and romance.  I will throw myself into my work and become the neurotic crazy cat lady who writes books and lives in a remote cabin.

I'll keep y'all informed.

Here is Etta James singing, "At Last".  A true Classic. 


Tuesday, July 9, 2013

S is for Strange Dreams



Strange Dreams



I am being carried, effortlessly, by an unknown man.  We approach the rear of a large, shiny black trailer.  The back is open but I sense it is full... of blackness.  The darkness inside is somehow solid and thick.  Without speaking, the unknown man tells me to envision a comfortable room.  I begin to see what appears to be a television screen on the back of the trailer.  We continue walking towards it, closer and closer, and I begin to panic because I think, "He is going to put me THROUGH the TV screen and into the thick dark blackness that is in the back of the trailer."  He "tells" me in my mind to hold onto the thought of a comfortable room and to BELIEVE.  I somehow do and I feel us wading into the darkness, the thickness, the inky blackness.  I open my eyes and he is sitting me down in a room that is identical to my mental vision.  I am amazed and ask him, "Can I imagine some really comfy pillows too?"  He laughs and tells my mind "Yes, you can have the pillows too." He walks away.  To where, I don't know because the trailer has now become as large as a warehouse.  It's as if they found a way to compress space and mass, to alter reality or at least what we perceive as real.  Perhaps it's our perception that is wrong to begin with.

Another man, dressed in a dark suit, comes forward and begins "talking" with me.  I hear his voice inside my head but he isn't speaking, he's transmitting!  He tells me, "See, I can read your mind.  Don't be afraid, you  can hear me and respond to me in the same way." I form a mental response and send it out to him.  Out of habit, I begin to speak the words out loud.  He gently tells me, "There's no need for that anymore.  It's so much quicker to do it this way."  I agree with him and then I am alone in the room of my imagination...

Wednesday, June 5, 2013

I'm a Published Poet!



I totally need this clock!
#writing #author #published #poetry #poems #poet
@writing @poetry

Today, I received two emails telling me that Yahoo! had accepted BOTH of the poems I submitted for publication!  I am SO happy!  It's a huge motivator to keep writing.  Not only am I officially published, I am earning money for every visit to the site!  I'm posting the links to both of my published poems and I'd LOVE LOVE LOVE it if you'd take the time to click on them and read them.  Both are short and won't take much of your time.

"The Earth's Lament" is about the pain and suffering of war, as experienced by the earth.  I wrote this poem a few weeks ago after visiting several battlefields in Virginia to commemorate the 150th anniversary of the Civil War.  You can read it here:  CLICK HERE TO READ THE EARTH'S LAMENT

"The Alchemist of Love" is about creating something out of nothing.  It's about being careful what you wish for.  Sometimes you can create something you THINK you want, but all it does is bring you pain and heartache later.  You can read it here:  CLICK HERE TO READ THE ALCHEMIST OF LOVE

Thank you all for your time, love, and support!

Remember, like and subscribe here and on my new EXCLUSIVE author website at Author Tammy Petry Website


Tuesday, April 23, 2013

N is for Normal (NO!)

#AtoZchallenge

N IS FOR NORMAL

Normal is subjective.  Normal is relative.  Normal is something I hope I'll NEVER be.  Normal is one of the worst names you can call me.  To me, normal is boring, conformist, and un-original.  It's everything I AM NOT.

Some people spend thousands of dollars and countless hours of their time trying to be normal.  They want to feel normal and look normal.  They want to be a carbon copy, cookie cutter image of everyone else.

WHY?

There is beauty in being unique-in being YOU.  Why strive to be something you're not?  Why do so many people want to be an artificial dress up doll in a society of cutouts?

There is truth in honoring how you feel and what you believe in.  There is freedom and joy in following your own path.  I refuse to get in that line of sheeple, those "yes men" and head-nodders.  I will not wear what mass media spews over the airwaves.  I will not agree with the masses and hold my tongue when everything in my soul screams, "NO, that's a LIE!"



These are excerpts from something I recently wrote:

"I'm not your pearl clutcher,
not your Stepford Wife...

I don't want no part of
your cookie-cutter life..

No grey sedans
No minivans...

Gonna shave my head
Dye it Cherry Red..."

Oh, and YES I DID!


M is for Mack

#AtoZchallenge


M IS FOR MACK

Mack is my cat, my companion, and my best friend.  I've had him for over eight years.  I adopted him when he was four weeks old and I fed him goat's milk from an eyedropper until he was big enough to drink from a bowl.  I litter trained him when he was very small and he's NEVER had an accident, ever.  He is very smart and we are extremely close.  He's been there for me through good times and bad.  He knows all my secrets and has licked away many tears.  He sleeps beside me every night.  I love him with all my heart.  We have a special bond and I'm thankful he has stayed with me all these years.  He's truly a special soul.

Mackie Snores Video


Mackie Sleeping Video


Mackie #AtoZChallenge

Saturday, April 6, 2013

F IS FOR FINALITY; A to Z Blogging Challenge

#AtoZchallenge

F IS FOR FINALITY


Originally, I had planned on a different subject to write about today.  I heard some very sad local news that touched my heart, and I was moved to write this instead.  

Today's post is inspired by the tragic death of a local man, Carroll Herring.  Mr. Herring was simply walking across the road to put the flag up on his mailbox when he was struck not once, but twice, by two different vehicles.  Both vehicles left the scene of the crime.  

According to a local man, Mr. Herring was hit at a high rate of speed and thrown into the air.  He landed in the highway where he was struck again by a different vehicle.  Both vehicles left the scene but Albemarle County police were able to track down and return one of the drivers. The other driver still remains at large. 

From local news sites:

"Police are actively looking for a second car involved in the crash that apparently also left the scene. The county's Crash Reconstruction Team describes it as a white Saab with moderate front-end damage." 

"Anyone with information that can help police is asked to call Crime Stoppers at 434-977-4000."

Carroll Herring was a 71 year old farmer and lifetime resident of the small rural town of Crozet, Virginia, which is where I reside. He loved growing an extra large garden and sharing his produce with the less fortunate.   I didn't know him personally but I do feel the tragedy of his senseless death.

My purpose today is just to remind you that nothing is promised or guaranteed in this life.  You should always be mindful of your own mortality.  Not obsessively of course, but everyone should really LIVE in the moment more frequently.

Too often we get caught up in plans for "tomorrow" and "next week" and "in five years".  Let me tell you something:  You might not be around for that.  I'm not trying to be a pessimist   Not at all.  I just think we should all seize each moment, NOW, and milk out all the happiness we can in the present.  Future plans are okay, but don't put off something you enjoy or love. 

Here are some of my other thoughts on Finality: 

Make each day count.



Jack Dawson, from the movie "Titanic", used that as a toast when he dined with Rose in the  First Class dining room.  I am a firm believer in that mantra.  

Do something you love, every single day.

Tell the people you care about that you love them.  Now.

Don't go to bed angry.

Smile. Often.

Help a stranger, no matter how big or small.  I'm a huge supporter of Pay It Forward.  Whether  it's a cup of coffee or a tank of gas. 


Perform random acts of kindness whenever you can.


I dedicate this blog post to the memory of Mr. Herring.  May his family find justice and peace in this tragedy.

Blessed Be to you all and thank you for taking the time to read my blog.  Comments are always welcome and I enjoy responding to all of you.

Photo from accidentin.com and CBS19 websites.  No copyright infringement intended.  Used for illustrative and artistic purposes only.  I honor his memory with this post.




Thursday, April 4, 2013

D is for Diary; Blogging A to Z Challenge



D IS FOR DIARY

I've always kept a diary of some kind as far back as I can remember. I've always loved writing, so jotting down my thoughts, feelings, and personal experiences on paper just felt like second nature to me. I suppose its obvious that I chose "Diary" as part of my blog title. This diary is open to all of you to read. It's not private and that's my choice. I want to tell you about a different diary and how it felt having my privacy invaded and that choice taken away.

This is me in 8th grade, one of four students chosen to learn on this new thing called a computer. #atozchallenge

That's me on the flute, Christmas 1985, post-diary tragedy. #atozchallenge
It was the summer of 1985. I had just graduated 8th grade and was preparing to start high school that fall. I was almost 15. We were living in an old farm house, complete with barn, so I decided to have a good old-fashioned barn dance party and invite everyone from my eighth grade class. To my surprise and teenage delight, many of the "popular kids" showed up that afternoon. (I was, and always shall be, a huge, proud, nerd-band-science-math-geek!) We had Cokes and snacks, hung out in the barn, and I was thrilled when my best friend Sherri showed up.  There was music and lots of innocent fun until...

Sherri was dancing, spun around too fast, tripped and fell right on her face. Blood everywhere. I wasn't embarassed, I was concerned for my friend. My mom called her parents and herded my party guests into the house to hang in the kitchen. That was the idea anyway. While we were busy tending to Sherri and waiting on her parental unit to arrive, my "friends" decided it would be fun to go upstairs and sift through all my belongings. (Can you see where this is going?)

Once Sherri went home, I went upstairs to get my friends and try to salvage what remained of the party. My mom was making snacks downstairs in the kitchen. I go upstairs, turn my doorknob, and...IT'S LOCKED. I knock on the door. Someone asks, "Who's there?" I tell them it's me. There is much whispering ang giggling, then silence. I kneel down and look through the keyhole. I can see everyone sitting in a circle on my bedroom floor and one of the girls is holding my diary and reading it quietly to the group. I am mortified. Shame, fear, then anger wash over me. I start beating on the door, yelling at them to put the diary away and unlock the door. They laugh at me. Finally, I am so humiliated and sad I just cry. This makes them all laugh even more. My mom hears me crying and comes upstairs. She asks me what is going on. When I tell her I am locked out of my room and they are reading my diary and laughing, she changes. Quietly, her face turns red and she goes to my door. With three powerful bangs she pounds on my door with all the ferociousness of the FBI on a raid.

(Thanks to my dad, a police officer, for showing us how to do the "triple knock of terror".)




After the power knocking, my mom shouts to all of them to open this ******** door RIGHT NOW! Someone runs over and quickly unlocks it.

My mom marches in, looks around, and tells the whole room, "You should all be ashamed of yourselves. Everybody downstairs right now. This party is over. Take turns and call your parents to get a ride home or I will be happy to call them for you. You're not welcome in my house again, none of you. Go. Now!"



I have to admit, I was pretty proud of her. I was glad she threw them out. I don't know why I thought they were so cool to begin with. Real friends wouldn't behave that way and I knew they were only at my party because, well, it was a summer party.

Since that incident, I've been paranoid about what I write on paper and where I leave my journals. It didn't help that I later dated a man who routinely went through my things and afforded me zero privacy (his own insecurities). Today, I'm happy and confident (and happily single!) with what I write and where I leave it. It's taken me many years to get to this place of confidence and ease.

I could try to summarize and moralize this story but I'm not. It was just my memory of a time when some really selfish kids did a sh*tty thing to me at my own party.
I'll end by saying the most important part of the whole story:

My mom rocks. 
Thanks Mom.
I LOVE YOU.