Monday Music Lesson – May 13, 2013

Monday Music Lesson

Confidence: The state of being certain that the chosen course of action is the correct one and the outcome will be positive.

 

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The name of the game is confidence—not only in performance, but in all of life. Do you know why Victoria Secret models are awesome? Because they exude confidence.  Have you ever witnessed a business man in a suit strutting into a room, walking with determination, smiling at others as he passes? Confidence. You watch him and wonder if you will ever be that cool. You already are. Sit up straight, walk with good posture, dress nicely, hold your head high and look around you, smile at people. Confidence.

Now, apply that to your next performance or meeting or trip to the grocery store. Watch the reactions of people around you. They actually stare at you. Cool, huh?

The number one rule of confidence: Be Prepared.

For you music majors, this means practice, practice, practice. Do the work now so when it’s time to shine, you will. Luck has nothing to do with it. Being cool has nothing to do with it. It’s all about being prepared. Then you can wow them with your talent and your confidence.

A to Z Challenge – Z is for Zoo

Z is for Zoo

My home-zoo is growing. In the house, we have two dogs, two guinea pigs, and now, a serpent.

Here’s Rudy Patootie and Dexter. If you ever want to break into my house, bring along a recording of thunder. The big one will hide under the desk, and the little ankle-biter will run upstairs and hide under the bed.

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We also have a couple female piggies. CeeCee is the black one and Meatball is the brown one.

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Our newest addition is a four-foot female Ball Python. Her name is Eva. Isn’t that the best name ever for a snake? I thought the smell of the guinea pigs would make her more active, but I don’t think she cares about them.

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A to Z Challenge – X is for XCELLENT

X is for XCELLENT

Okay, okay, that is cheating a little, but I have such xcellent news, I have to share.

931313_10151563776273326_144957862_nMy beautiful baby girl got engaged Saturday night to the most amazing young man! See? Xcellent! Told ya.

Congrats to the betrothed couple and many, many years of wedded bliss. If you are a person of religious nature, please send out a blessing for these very special young people. They are the salt of the earth, and they are certainly facing their share of challenges. I won’t go into detail, but trust me, they need serious prayers and love.

My heart is full! ♥

A to Z Challenge – V is for Versatile Blogger Award

V is for Versatile Blogger Award

This couldn’t have come on a better day. Yay for V!

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Yay!!! I love these things. Thank you so much for nominating me, Will!  Check out his blog HERE! He is a university student and an up and coming young author.

All right, seven things about me you don’t already know…

1) I hate the sound of an ironing board opening and the blinding sideways sun in the morning. Ugh.

2) Chocolate is the best part of the day.

3) I am an only child.

4) My bucket list consists of 3 things: going to Aruba, buying a grand piano, and seeing the pyramids. I’ve yet to see the pyramids.

5) I’m convinced I’m going to die in my 50s…better get to Egypt pretty soon.

6) I’ve visited 35 states.

7) I went on a snow-train trip through a canyon in Canada one winter. It was white.

In the spirit of the award, my diverse and versatile nominees are…

Mama Bear – I’m just amazed she signed up for “A Post a Day 2013” and is actually doing it. Go over and give her some encouragement.

Denise – Her blog is like going on vacation without leaving the comfort of your couch.

P.C. Zick – Fabulous author currently on a virtual book tour. Hurry over there and catch up with her. And don’t forget to pick up her new book Trails In The Sand. I’m reading it now. LOVE it!

That’s all I have time for at the moment. I may come back and add a few more folks later.

A to Z Challenge – S is for Slavery

S is for Slavery

That title may have raised a few eyebrows, and I apologize. With my recent genealogy research, I have been thinking a lot lately about slavery. Not as in bad or good, or as in a concept of the past, but as in the actual people involved in the process—the slaves and the owners and their lives and relationships.

My family hails from the south—All Of Them. We’ve been in NC, TN, MS and AL since the 1600s. I think all but one of my greats, 2nd greats, and 3rd greats were born and raised in the south. And just like the majority of southern farmers, nearly all of my family owned slaves until 1863ish. What got me thinking about the topic in depth was recently finding a 1750 will of a grandfather who owned 800 acres and left at least 40 slaves to his descendants. 40? What a major financial investment and responsibility that was.

I also have other family history:

…a 3rd great grandfather who gave his slave 80 acres following the emancipation, and his descendants still live on that land to this day, next door to the grandfather’s descendants.

…a great uncle who sold his farm in 1865 to a black man named Tom Stennis. Later I found that this was a former slave of Adam T. Stennis, who bought my 4th great grandfather’s land in 1869.

…that same 4th great grandfather had $8000 of wealth in land and farming equipment in 1860—and had 13 slaves. Generally, a slave would sell for $1000 or more at an auction, so this was not a cheap or frivolous purchase. He was well-to-do with $8000 of land and livestock, but he had most of his wealth tied up in $13,000+ worth of slaves. Those are 1860 prices. I looked it up on http://www.measuringworth.com/uscompare/ and found the relative value of $13,000 in 1860 is up to $45 MILLION today. Holy Cow!

I am not negating the abuse of slaves at the time nor the emotional attachment people of today have to this issue. This is not a debate on whether slavery was good or bad. As intelligent human beings, we can all agree it was/is bad. I am, however, finding more and more evidence that the white plantation owners took good care of their slaves following the emancipation. So, that’s what got me thinking about it…on a human level.

If you own livestock, you probably don’t love them, but you do recognize your responsibility to feed them and take care of them. If you own something rare and valuable like a sports car, you would take very good care of it. If you are from the south, you have a greater sense of responsibility toward your neighbors and community than anywhere I’ve seen on this planet. Everyone knows the kindness and compassion of southerners is unsurpassed.

Now, if the government takes away your ability to make a living, as it did to plantation owners by taking the slaves away, what are you going to do? Easy, you get another job. But what if that action involves 40 people who work for you and depend on you? These were not employees who you hand a pink slip and send on their way. They are your property. Don’t you have a moral obligation to take care of the people in your charge, whether they were birthed or bought? When the slaves were legally freed, where could they go? What could they do?

The most logical idea I thought of was to give them 40 acres in exchange for them still working on your farm. That would help you maintain your income, while at the same time, helping them become free.

I’m wondering if Alex Haley’s “Roots” dug so deep in our collective conscious, that it created in us a mindset that all slave owners were evil, abusive tyrants. Perhaps they were, but I’m finding a lot of evidence to the contrary. This whole issue is swimming around in my head, so please comment if you have thoughts.

Best April Fool’s Prank EVER!

Today, I was searching for an April Fool’s prank to play on my trophy hubby and was reminded of one I pulled a few years ago.

My daughter was fresh out of college and in the midst of looking for a teaching job. She sent out a gazillion resumes and went on a bazillion interviews. She was substitute teaching at different schools on a daily basis, and her phone was ringing off the hook.

We still had a home phone at the time, and though she used her cell phone for nearly all business activity, the occasional caller would ring the home phone.

So, on April 1st, I wrote a phone message and left it on the kitchen island for her.

It read:

“Mr. Lyon called about a job. He wants you to call him back. (248) 541-5717.”

She was all excited, anticipating a new position. I could hardly keep from laughing in her face.

 

If you dial that number, you will hear the other person say, “Hello. Detroit Zoo.”

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“May I please speak with Mr. Lyon?”

You will hear the person on the other end say, “Excuse me?”

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hahahahahahaha – I’m still laughing.

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Gotcha!!

“Very Inspiring Blogger Award” (cue applause track)

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How awesome to be nominated for the “Very Inspiring Blogger Award!”

 

Thank you to my nominator and fellow author Anna Belfrage. Visit her page for the most amazing insights and prose.

The rules for this award are as follows:

1. Display the logo on your blog.

2. Link back to the person who nominated you.

3. State 7 things about yourself.

4. Nominate 15 other bloggers for the award.

5. Notify your nominees.

Well, then, let’s get busy.

Seven things about moi…

1. I have a host of animals and always room for one more. Just don’t mention any of this to my trophy hubby. He starts trembling and mumbling incoherently. My current menagerie all have “people names,” except for Meatball. Meatball is a brown and white female guinea pig, so-named because of the way she curls up like a little meatball. Also, I’m not the one who named her. She appeared on Christmas morning as a gift/friend for my other piggy, Cee Cee.

2. I want goats. Not just any goats. I want one of those goats that bleats like a person yelling. I’ll call him Billy. I also want one of those goats that faints when you sneak up on him. I’ll call him Wilson. Every time Billy yells, Wilson will drop. You just have to enjoy the little moments.

3. There are not enough hours in the day to do everything I want to do. I write. I sing. I cook. I love games and friends and critters.

4. I want to buy ten acres and plant a HUGE veggie garden, so I can stop going to the grocery store.

5. I have panic attacks when I enter grocery stores. Too much visual stimulation, I guess. My stomach gets queasy just thinking about it.

6. I am a professional musician by night, but I hate noise. I am most happy walking in the woods or playing in the creek with the pups.

7. I am aging well, which has nothing to do with my physical features. Turning thirty was traumatic. I totally ignored forty. Fifty is not bothering me a bit. I am getting more comfortable in my own skin as I age. That’s good, right?

My Nominees (in no particular order)

1. Ashley Jillian has one of the sharpest wits on the web today.

2. Wendy’s “Our Lineage”  – bringing genealogical to life. I can’t get enough!

3. Donna’s “Always Backroads” – filled with magical moments…and photographs.

4. Will’s “What If It All Means Something”  – the adventures of an up-and-coming writer.

5. Deborah the “Genealogy Lady” has an amazing cast of characters on her WWII blog.

6. K. J. Wolf  – blogs without any sort of filter which translates into laugh-out-loud hilarity.

7. The Worlds Top 10 of Anything and Everything is just plain amusing.

8. Author Pat Fitzhugh’s blog is filled with ghost stories and southern charm.

9. Author Sandi Layne writes of history, books, history, books, and more history and book.

10. Playful Meanderings is a pleasure to read!

11. I love the Belle Grove Plantation and will visit someday.

12. Elena Levon – beautiful, simple, deep.

13. Egle Pruckute – bits and pieces.

14. Amazing photos at Kalabalu’s site.

15. Author Dianne Gray from Australia.

Coincidental Dates (cue Twilight Zone music)

For you genealogy buffs: Do you see the same dates over and over when you work on your family tree?? I always see the same four dates – the birthdays of my kids, my birthday, and my wedding anniversary. Note: I NEVER see hubby’s birthday, my mother’s birthday, or any other family date. Only Feb 5, Oct 12 and 31, and Nov 19.

Strange? Yes.

I figured since I have absolutely nothing to do (sarcasm) I will compile all the strange dates.

February 5

My son’s birthday

My aunt’s birthday, Bobbie Jean Culpepper McQueen

My cousin’s birthday, Judy McQueen

My cousin’s birthday, Carolyn Burke Goss

My mother’s wedding anniversary, Linda Faye Culpepper

October 12

My daughter’s birthday

My great great uncle’s death date, James Rodgers

My great great great grandfather’s birthday, William Henry Blanks II

My third cousin’s birthday & death date, Claude Wesley Gardiner

My great great uncle’s birthday, Thomas Culpepper

October 31

My anniversary

My grandfather’s death date, Benjamin Berry Pickett

My father’s death date, Andrew Frank “Andy” Crane Jr.

My great great grandparent’s anniversary, Martha Lettie Carpenter and William Henry Blanks III

November 19

My birthday

My great great grandmother’s birthday, Sarah Elizabeth “Betty” Brown Keene

My great uncles birthday, Howard Pickett

I’ve heard stories of people re-incarnating in groups and around dates. I find the concept curious, but I have no convictions about it either way. I do, however, find it interesting that my dad’s Grandma Pickett has all of the Oct 31 and Nov 19 dates in her family. The people listed are her mother, husband, son, grandson, and great granddaughter (me).

That’s weird that my birthday and anniversary all coincide with dates on my dad’s side of the family.

I also find it oddly curious that my mother has my kid’s (Feb 5 and Oct 12) birthdays repeated over and over in her family. Those listed are her sister, two cousins, niece, two great uncles, great great grandfather, grandson, and granddaughter.

That’s really, really weird that my kid’s dates are all on my mom’s side.

What’s even more strange is that I would think of this today – the anniversary of my grandma’s death. RIP Mamaw.

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And now back to my regularly scheduled life…

I’ve been working on a book since October and just clicked that fabulous little “send” button to ship the manuscript off to my editor. That is one of the two instances when an author can breathe for a moment. The other is when you click the “publish” button. Sigh.

Every time I reach either moment, I am reminded of the movie, “Romancing the Stone,” where Kathleen Turner places a five-inch thick, type-writer written, finished manuscript on her kitchen table, lights a candle, and pours herself a glass of wine. Maybe that is why I’m tempted to open that bottle of Crown Royal sitting in my cabinet.

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But do I relax and bask in the glow of the finished product?

No, of course not. I’ve spent the last four hours researching the Dalton Gang for my new book.

But, hey, I’ve learned a ton about the Dalton Gang today!

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What I found interesting about them is they did not set out to be outlaws. They were all initially U.S. marshals. There were four brothers in the gang. One lived in California on his successful farm with his beautiful wife. His name was Bill, and he is not in the above Wanted Poster. I assume his wife wouldn’t let him go that day.

Anyhoo, he was involved in politics, and the local farmers were trying to keep the railroads from running through their farms. When his three brothers (the hotties pictured above) showed up, their manly testosterone levels escalated, and they came up with a plan to teach the railroads a thing or two. They attempted to rob a train, but being inexperienced, bumbling train robbers, the result was a total fiasco. They fled empty handed under gunfire.

Somewhere between that humiliating failure in 1890 and their terrible deaths in 1892 while trying to rob TWO banks – across the street from each other – at the same time – in broad daylight – which resulted in a shoot out – and most of the gang dying, their fine morals and upbringing obviously went astray. Boys will be boys.

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The photo above is from Wikipedia. The middle two are Bob and Grat. (Emmett did not die that day, but he was shot over 20 times, survived, and spent 14 years in prison.) These boys were killed in the 1892 shoot out. Their boots were removed. They are all in handcuffs. Who took their boots?? And why are they handcuffed?? And what’s up with the gun in the photo?? So, they had a town photographer, but no town doctor to know if they were dead or not, hence the handcuffs??

Anyway, the book is not about them, it only starts with them. But I’ve had an interesting day researching them nonetheless.