Ok, here it is. Thank you if you have been reading my blog. I just wish more would take a peek. And leave a comment. For those that write, you know that having readers is important. If no one reads, then what's the use?? Someone out there could be the next #1 writer, but if you can't get anyone to read what you write, what can you do? Oh if you already have a 'name' or are a movie star, on television, politician, in any kind of government, or just popular in something, getting someone to read is no problem.
I hear, "oh, I have been meaning to, but have been so busy." Or I forgot what your blog was, Or my kid, or I, was so sick I just didn't feel like it. And on and on and on. But then you (I) go on face book and find comment after comment, see you going into the movies, sitting in a café with friends and stay there for two hours; Well you get the idea. Even some of these sites that say they encourage writers never seem to get around to encourage you. Hey, maybe some of us might not be a King, or Rawlings, but I have read quite a few 'new' writers and they are good, Very Good. So hey people, if you are reading a blog, I don't care who's, leave a comment. That is the only way any of us will ever know if you are there. It doesn't matter if you like it or not. Comment.
Thanks to all that write and read.
B. Anna Lee.
Monday, September 30, 2013
Tuesday, September 3, 2013
THE ONE AND ONLY BLACK WATER RACE OF 1975
This is a true story of mine.
Oakland, Oregon; June 1st, 1975, 8:30am. "Ok everyone, it's time to get up and get ready for the race."
I see one eye of Mindy's peeking out of her sleeping bag. Robin covers her head in protest. Jim doesn't move. The babies are wide awake and running around, so I let them do my dirty work.
"Jump on the people you sweet little kids."
That did it, everyone is starting to move. Someone is missing--Joy, where is Joy? Down the hall I slowly walk, checking each corner in every room. There she is, on the floor with the blankets over her head. As I grab a hold of them I hear a weak voice say, "No, no--it's to early."
Since I am her mother, I am the superior one, I pull the blankets off ignoring her protesting. Now the whole house is awake, all fifteen of us. As I look around I see wall-to-wall kids, and I know it is about time to leave.
Time is getting short. Mindy, Jim, Robin, Joy and myself, start searching for an empty room to get into our bathing suits. We are ready--now off to the Cell Tavern in Sutherlin to meet the rest of the water race party. Because of their age, Robin and Joy will wait for a phone call before leaving the house.
Mindy, Jim, and I jump into Jim's car and off we go. We are the first group to arrive at the tavern, but more people are crowding into the door behind us. Within ten minutes the tavern is packed. Everyone is buying beer for the house, a few are playing pool and shuffle-board, while the juke-box is playing, 'Hail, Hail, The Gangs All Here.' After two hours of drinking and laughing, someone yells, "It's noon, time to leave."
I make the call to the girls, and back to Oakland the caravan goes. We stop by the house, pick up the girls and their inner tubes, then head for Sterns Park to leave Jim's car. We hitch a ride to the gravel pit in Al's 1965 Ford pickup. With 14 people, 7 blown up car inner tubes, and someone trying to inflate more there wasn't much room left. Fifteen minutes later we were at the gravel pits only to find ten more cars and pickups filled with people, inner tubes and small rubber rafts.
When we piled out of the truck, and grab our inner tubes, Al hands me a canvas bag filled with bottles of wine, telling me to tie it to my inner tube. "No-way," I said, "I'll sink, but I'll take it to the river for you."
As I get closer to the water, my girls started splashing me. Laughing, I jump in the river with them. Now that we are soaked, we settled into our so-called 'little boats'. As I anchored myself to the sand with my bottom, a bottle of Apricot Splash is handed to me. I didn't have it long when someone else grabs it. Back and forth the bottle goes until it is empty. Now someone is passing around a thermos full of Harvey Wallbangers. It is so cool and refreshing that I try to hold on to it as long as possible; no such luck, someone else took it.
After bobbing around for an hour or so, sipping out of all the different bottles that is being passed around, the race finally begins. Down the Calapooya River we go bobbing up and down in the shallow water while trying to paddle with our hands. This gets pretty tiring after the first fifteen minutes, so I find a lose rope that is hooked to a raft, letting the raft pull me. I noticed my friends had the same idea. After the first hour or so, people were getting tired and started drifting towards the bank. Soon Mindy, Steve, Ron and I are the last ones hooked to the raft. Jim floated by earlier; hope he makes it all right.
We had to drag the extra inner tubes, that we found, and the raft over the shallow spots, (there were a lot too), along with our own. Why? because we didn't want them floating down the river by themselves. I don't know. But when we got to a sand-bank we left them there.
While trying to get back into my inner tube and getting dunked every time, I soon sobered up. It wasn't long that I mastered the art of entering a floating inner tube. Continuing with our race, we soon hit the rapids. (actually it was just a little fast water.) But now we are caught in a very swift current Ron slips out of his tube and grabs our ropes, stopping us from going through the tumbling water and over the sharp rocks, then he helped us out of our tubes and held onto us until we could get our footing well enough to walk over the rocks and through the water to where it was calmer. Once again we continued the race.
Ron decided to stay behind to help others that might get caught in the water like we did.
Mindy and Steve decided to walk awhile so that left me to drag the slowly deflating raft, and all the inner tubes that are attached to it, down the river. Finally I come to deeper water, I slowly slip myself into my tube and start drifting once more. Here comes Mindy--now Steve. They jump into their tubes, splashing water all over me. Within minutes Steve falls asleep. Now it's just Mindy and me (out of our group) to finish the race.
I'm exhausted so I grab a rope and let her do the paddling for awhile. The dam is in sight; that's it, I can't go on, I've had it. She agrees and splashes Steve to wake him. We are so stiff he has to help us onto the dam My house is just across the street, so I decide to walk over to get my car while she waits at the dam. Now I can feel my sunburn, and I'm so exhausted I can hardly walk. As I walk into the house, my girls meet me, also looking like lobsters. The hands on the clock say 6:30pm. I knew I was getting late, but didn't realize how late it really is. I get into my car, and after much cussing it starts. Mindy is sitting on the corner when I get there. She gets into the car with a lot of complaining and we head back to Sterns Park. There is a bon-fire going and Mindy warms herself for a minute to dry off, then she climbs into Jim's car to take a nap. Steve decided to finish the race and finally comes dragging in. I collect all of the inner tubes of mine, let the air out of some, then had to stuff them into the back seat of my car.
I found my jeans that I took off at the beginning of the race, slipping them gently over my sun-burnt legs. Now everyone decides to go back to the Cell Tavern for hot dogs, and chili, and naturally I go too. Downing two hot dogs, a plate of chili, and one glass of beer, the day's race is starting to show on me. I begin to burn all over. My whole body is glowing with my sunburn. It is time to go home. I hear a lot of moaning and groaning, others are having the same idea and are leaving.
When I arrive home, Mindy and Jim are dressed and walking around like statues, groaning with every step. As soon as they leave, I slowly, and, very gently, slip out of my clothes and bathing suit, take a lukewarm shower, then rub baby oil over my body until I am slippery as an eel. I get the softest robe I have, glide it on my arms and lay down to rest. As I drift off to sleep, I think of the six hours it took us to go three miles, how sore I am, and wish that it was next year so I can do it again.
**
There were prizes for the first, second and third that made the whole race. But to this day, I don't know who got them. And, NO, we didn't let any kids drink. They had pop and Kool-aid, And were watched. NOT everyone had alcohol. And there were baby-sitters for any children that didn't go. Some families even followed us in their cars and had food for us along the river. And we had designated drivers for those that was drinking. We had no accidents, drowning's, or fights at our race. Everyone looked out for each other. It was a great 'get together'.
****
This is a true story of mine.
Oakland, Oregon; June 1st, 1975, 8:30am. "Ok everyone, it's time to get up and get ready for the race."
I see one eye of Mindy's peeking out of her sleeping bag. Robin covers her head in protest. Jim doesn't move. The babies are wide awake and running around, so I let them do my dirty work.
"Jump on the people you sweet little kids."
That did it, everyone is starting to move. Someone is missing--Joy, where is Joy? Down the hall I slowly walk, checking each corner in every room. There she is, on the floor with the blankets over her head. As I grab a hold of them I hear a weak voice say, "No, no--it's to early."
Since I am her mother, I am the superior one, I pull the blankets off ignoring her protesting. Now the whole house is awake, all fifteen of us. As I look around I see wall-to-wall kids, and I know it is about time to leave.
Time is getting short. Mindy, Jim, Robin, Joy and myself, start searching for an empty room to get into our bathing suits. We are ready--now off to the Cell Tavern in Sutherlin to meet the rest of the water race party. Because of their age, Robin and Joy will wait for a phone call before leaving the house.
Mindy, Jim, and I jump into Jim's car and off we go. We are the first group to arrive at the tavern, but more people are crowding into the door behind us. Within ten minutes the tavern is packed. Everyone is buying beer for the house, a few are playing pool and shuffle-board, while the juke-box is playing, 'Hail, Hail, The Gangs All Here.' After two hours of drinking and laughing, someone yells, "It's noon, time to leave."
I make the call to the girls, and back to Oakland the caravan goes. We stop by the house, pick up the girls and their inner tubes, then head for Sterns Park to leave Jim's car. We hitch a ride to the gravel pit in Al's 1965 Ford pickup. With 14 people, 7 blown up car inner tubes, and someone trying to inflate more there wasn't much room left. Fifteen minutes later we were at the gravel pits only to find ten more cars and pickups filled with people, inner tubes and small rubber rafts.
When we piled out of the truck, and grab our inner tubes, Al hands me a canvas bag filled with bottles of wine, telling me to tie it to my inner tube. "No-way," I said, "I'll sink, but I'll take it to the river for you."
As I get closer to the water, my girls started splashing me. Laughing, I jump in the river with them. Now that we are soaked, we settled into our so-called 'little boats'. As I anchored myself to the sand with my bottom, a bottle of Apricot Splash is handed to me. I didn't have it long when someone else grabs it. Back and forth the bottle goes until it is empty. Now someone is passing around a thermos full of Harvey Wallbangers. It is so cool and refreshing that I try to hold on to it as long as possible; no such luck, someone else took it.
After bobbing around for an hour or so, sipping out of all the different bottles that is being passed around, the race finally begins. Down the Calapooya River we go bobbing up and down in the shallow water while trying to paddle with our hands. This gets pretty tiring after the first fifteen minutes, so I find a lose rope that is hooked to a raft, letting the raft pull me. I noticed my friends had the same idea. After the first hour or so, people were getting tired and started drifting towards the bank. Soon Mindy, Steve, Ron and I are the last ones hooked to the raft. Jim floated by earlier; hope he makes it all right.
We had to drag the extra inner tubes, that we found, and the raft over the shallow spots, (there were a lot too), along with our own. Why? because we didn't want them floating down the river by themselves. I don't know. But when we got to a sand-bank we left them there.
While trying to get back into my inner tube and getting dunked every time, I soon sobered up. It wasn't long that I mastered the art of entering a floating inner tube. Continuing with our race, we soon hit the rapids. (actually it was just a little fast water.) But now we are caught in a very swift current Ron slips out of his tube and grabs our ropes, stopping us from going through the tumbling water and over the sharp rocks, then he helped us out of our tubes and held onto us until we could get our footing well enough to walk over the rocks and through the water to where it was calmer. Once again we continued the race.
Ron decided to stay behind to help others that might get caught in the water like we did.
Mindy and Steve decided to walk awhile so that left me to drag the slowly deflating raft, and all the inner tubes that are attached to it, down the river. Finally I come to deeper water, I slowly slip myself into my tube and start drifting once more. Here comes Mindy--now Steve. They jump into their tubes, splashing water all over me. Within minutes Steve falls asleep. Now it's just Mindy and me (out of our group) to finish the race.
I'm exhausted so I grab a rope and let her do the paddling for awhile. The dam is in sight; that's it, I can't go on, I've had it. She agrees and splashes Steve to wake him. We are so stiff he has to help us onto the dam My house is just across the street, so I decide to walk over to get my car while she waits at the dam. Now I can feel my sunburn, and I'm so exhausted I can hardly walk. As I walk into the house, my girls meet me, also looking like lobsters. The hands on the clock say 6:30pm. I knew I was getting late, but didn't realize how late it really is. I get into my car, and after much cussing it starts. Mindy is sitting on the corner when I get there. She gets into the car with a lot of complaining and we head back to Sterns Park. There is a bon-fire going and Mindy warms herself for a minute to dry off, then she climbs into Jim's car to take a nap. Steve decided to finish the race and finally comes dragging in. I collect all of the inner tubes of mine, let the air out of some, then had to stuff them into the back seat of my car.
I found my jeans that I took off at the beginning of the race, slipping them gently over my sun-burnt legs. Now everyone decides to go back to the Cell Tavern for hot dogs, and chili, and naturally I go too. Downing two hot dogs, a plate of chili, and one glass of beer, the day's race is starting to show on me. I begin to burn all over. My whole body is glowing with my sunburn. It is time to go home. I hear a lot of moaning and groaning, others are having the same idea and are leaving.
When I arrive home, Mindy and Jim are dressed and walking around like statues, groaning with every step. As soon as they leave, I slowly, and, very gently, slip out of my clothes and bathing suit, take a lukewarm shower, then rub baby oil over my body until I am slippery as an eel. I get the softest robe I have, glide it on my arms and lay down to rest. As I drift off to sleep, I think of the six hours it took us to go three miles, how sore I am, and wish that it was next year so I can do it again.
**
There were prizes for the first, second and third that made the whole race. But to this day, I don't know who got them. And, NO, we didn't let any kids drink. They had pop and Kool-aid, And were watched. NOT everyone had alcohol. And there were baby-sitters for any children that didn't go. Some families even followed us in their cars and had food for us along the river. And we had designated drivers for those that was drinking. We had no accidents, drowning's, or fights at our race. Everyone looked out for each other. It was a great 'get together'.
****
Monday, August 26, 2013
Like I promised, here is another thought, or just rambling as I have a habit of doing.
As some of you know, I hurt my arm/shoulder a few months ago. Well, had it x-rayed, but haven't gotten the results yet. (that's because I've neglected to call the doctor.) I will tomorrow, just hate to spend money if I have to go in just to talk. Have been miserable, but hanging in there, or should I say that the arm just hangs there when I'm not using it. LOL.
Garden is better than last year. Peas, string-beans and squash are in the freezer. Not a whole lot, but enough for a couple of meals for me. Pumpkin plant grew out of it's containment area. And tomato's are over-flowing. Don't think they will all ripen, but they sure are pretty. Oh, getting a few potatoes too. Betty is still laying, but is quite confused with the weather. Not much sun, but most days are still warm.
Have to post a new story. Yes, I know, I've been saying that. And I will. I promise. Have been working on 'Beyond This Galaxy' a little at a time. Should, (I hope), have it finished by the end of August.
Some know that I've joined a few 'on Face-Book' writing groups. And I'm on Twitter, well it tickles the heck out of me how some of these writers do their thing on the computer, and are able to spend so many hours writing. I know it takes a lot of time. I'm not on the computer much, but when I am, it seems like the day rushes by and nothing else gets done. I want to know their secrets. I did mention, on last posting, that when a person gets older, time goes by faster, or so it seems. Well maybe that's it. Most are a lot, (and I say it without prejudice), younger than me, so that has to be it. Time for younger people goes slow, while the older we get, it goes faster and faster. Now I'm up by 6:30, most mornings, let the dogs out, put Betty out into the yard, feed the inside and outside cats. Feed the dogs, get a cup of coffee, I generally set it for a morning pot, take a couple pills, and sit down to let my body catch up with me. Sometimes I even have a bowl of cereal for breakfast. Do morning dishes, straighten up the house, vacuum and throw a load of clothes in the washer. (I don't do all of it each day, but you get the idea). Day is half over and I need something to eat. Oh, in the mean-time, I'm letting the dogs in or out. (Now that's a have too job all day). Sometimes I need to go shopping for food, and other things. That's an all day project as it's 30 miles, one way, to good shopping. Ok, just like now, had to stop to cover Bettys crate, its raining. Excuse me, Time to get something for pain...Ok, will take a bit to work, Think the Ritis brothers has my number. Worse when it's dampish or raining.
Anyway, back to my rambling. If anyone would like to take on my chores so I can write more, your more than welcome to do it. Or if you know of a way to slow down my day so I will have more time, please let me know.
Thanks; B.AnnaLee
As some of you know, I hurt my arm/shoulder a few months ago. Well, had it x-rayed, but haven't gotten the results yet. (that's because I've neglected to call the doctor.) I will tomorrow, just hate to spend money if I have to go in just to talk. Have been miserable, but hanging in there, or should I say that the arm just hangs there when I'm not using it. LOL.
Garden is better than last year. Peas, string-beans and squash are in the freezer. Not a whole lot, but enough for a couple of meals for me. Pumpkin plant grew out of it's containment area. And tomato's are over-flowing. Don't think they will all ripen, but they sure are pretty. Oh, getting a few potatoes too. Betty is still laying, but is quite confused with the weather. Not much sun, but most days are still warm.
Have to post a new story. Yes, I know, I've been saying that. And I will. I promise. Have been working on 'Beyond This Galaxy' a little at a time. Should, (I hope), have it finished by the end of August.
Some know that I've joined a few 'on Face-Book' writing groups. And I'm on Twitter, well it tickles the heck out of me how some of these writers do their thing on the computer, and are able to spend so many hours writing. I know it takes a lot of time. I'm not on the computer much, but when I am, it seems like the day rushes by and nothing else gets done. I want to know their secrets. I did mention, on last posting, that when a person gets older, time goes by faster, or so it seems. Well maybe that's it. Most are a lot, (and I say it without prejudice), younger than me, so that has to be it. Time for younger people goes slow, while the older we get, it goes faster and faster. Now I'm up by 6:30, most mornings, let the dogs out, put Betty out into the yard, feed the inside and outside cats. Feed the dogs, get a cup of coffee, I generally set it for a morning pot, take a couple pills, and sit down to let my body catch up with me. Sometimes I even have a bowl of cereal for breakfast. Do morning dishes, straighten up the house, vacuum and throw a load of clothes in the washer. (I don't do all of it each day, but you get the idea). Day is half over and I need something to eat. Oh, in the mean-time, I'm letting the dogs in or out. (Now that's a have too job all day). Sometimes I need to go shopping for food, and other things. That's an all day project as it's 30 miles, one way, to good shopping. Ok, just like now, had to stop to cover Bettys crate, its raining. Excuse me, Time to get something for pain...Ok, will take a bit to work, Think the Ritis brothers has my number. Worse when it's dampish or raining.
Anyway, back to my rambling. If anyone would like to take on my chores so I can write more, your more than welcome to do it. Or if you know of a way to slow down my day so I will have more time, please let me know.
Thanks; B.AnnaLee
Tuesday, August 20, 2013
Hello Everyone.
This past month has been a busy one, and a lazy one. I know, it doesn't make sense, but it's the truth. Had a wonderful get together with my daughters at the end of July. They wanted to celebrate my 75th birthday(even though it isn't until September). Now I'm starting to wonder if they have alternative motives. Hum...well I guess I'll just wait to see what happens.
And I messed up my right arm a couple of months ago (that's the lazy part). Think it's just muscles, and at my age it takes longer to heal. Of course I have to keep using it. (I am right handed) and when it starts to feel better I use it more than I should. Will have to keep waiting on the muscle situation too. Busy part--Yes, I try to keep busy writing, checking on Betty, (made her a new house, even with a picture on the door, but she wants the old one), taking care of the cats and dogs, watering garden, and plants inside, and just doing all the little things that need to be done, but couldn't do when both arms were working, cause they were heavier and harder things that I had to do with both needed done then 'cause it couldn't wait. I'm now waiting to see if it all works out. Now I hope you understood that. I did, completely. Seems like I am in a waiting game, doesn't it.
It's hard to comprehend that September is already upon us. (well, in another week). Winter will be following pretty darn quick. I have been changing clothes around (another busyness) where my winter clothes are right in front of me in the closet. Will just have to put my left arm in and grab.
Getting a few other things winterized too. Making room for plants that can't stay outside, like my Peanut-Butter-Tree. Yes there is such a thing. Look it up. Been baby-sitting my sister's house plants since she moved. They are growing and growing, so have to make more room for them and mine. Guess they like the Sea-Crop fertilizer I've been giving them. Might have to re-pot a few. Haven't decided yet.
By the way. Haven't been writing/typing because of my arm. Will try to get another story posted soon. In the meantime, will try to post on this blog now and then. Even though nothing makes much sense to anyone but me.
B.AnnaLee
This past month has been a busy one, and a lazy one. I know, it doesn't make sense, but it's the truth. Had a wonderful get together with my daughters at the end of July. They wanted to celebrate my 75th birthday(even though it isn't until September). Now I'm starting to wonder if they have alternative motives. Hum...well I guess I'll just wait to see what happens.
And I messed up my right arm a couple of months ago (that's the lazy part). Think it's just muscles, and at my age it takes longer to heal. Of course I have to keep using it. (I am right handed) and when it starts to feel better I use it more than I should. Will have to keep waiting on the muscle situation too. Busy part--Yes, I try to keep busy writing, checking on Betty, (made her a new house, even with a picture on the door, but she wants the old one), taking care of the cats and dogs, watering garden, and plants inside, and just doing all the little things that need to be done, but couldn't do when both arms were working, cause they were heavier and harder things that I had to do with both needed done then 'cause it couldn't wait. I'm now waiting to see if it all works out. Now I hope you understood that. I did, completely. Seems like I am in a waiting game, doesn't it.
It's hard to comprehend that September is already upon us. (well, in another week). Winter will be following pretty darn quick. I have been changing clothes around (another busyness) where my winter clothes are right in front of me in the closet. Will just have to put my left arm in and grab.
Getting a few other things winterized too. Making room for plants that can't stay outside, like my Peanut-Butter-Tree. Yes there is such a thing. Look it up. Been baby-sitting my sister's house plants since she moved. They are growing and growing, so have to make more room for them and mine. Guess they like the Sea-Crop fertilizer I've been giving them. Might have to re-pot a few. Haven't decided yet.
By the way. Haven't been writing/typing because of my arm. Will try to get another story posted soon. In the meantime, will try to post on this blog now and then. Even though nothing makes much sense to anyone but me.
B.AnnaLee
Thursday, June 27, 2013
A short story Wishful Thinking?
Sitting and relaxing in the porch swing, I watch the clouds drift by. The sun dips behind the mountain and the stars come to life, with threads of silver, flickering across the blackness of the night.
What lays above the stars--another galaxy--another life form? I wonder--if there is life, would they look like us--would we be frightened of them or them us? Would it be possible to visit the other world sometime?
What's going on? I'm becoming transparent...Hey...
Where am I--what is this place? There's someone.
"Excuse me, can you tell me where I am? Don't run away."
Hum, that's strange. He acted like he didn't understand me--and his clothes; what there was of them, didn't look like any cloth I've ever seen. There's a store. Maybe I can get some information there. Looks like they are busy. I'll just slip behind these boxes until some of the people leave.
"Oh, hello little girl. You here with your mommy? Little girl--little girl--what's the matter? Why are you running away?"
Why are they looking at me that way? Maybe if I wave and smile real big--"Hello--I'm lost, can you tell me where I'm at?"
What are they doing now? "Get off the floor--don't bow to me--I'm not royalty or anything. Now where are you going? Come back."
Where did they go? The street is empty. What's that in the window? It looks like me, but my body is shimmering like millions of silver stars all bundled together. No wonder everyone ran, they thought I was from another planet or something.
The sky--the sky is turning orange--is that the moon? If that's the moon, then what's over there?
Another moon, another planet, or what?
Now I know why the people were frightened, its me--I'm not on earth any more.
The End.
Sitting and relaxing in the porch swing, I watch the clouds drift by. The sun dips behind the mountain and the stars come to life, with threads of silver, flickering across the blackness of the night.
What lays above the stars--another galaxy--another life form? I wonder--if there is life, would they look like us--would we be frightened of them or them us? Would it be possible to visit the other world sometime?
What's going on? I'm becoming transparent...Hey...
Where am I--what is this place? There's someone.
"Excuse me, can you tell me where I am? Don't run away."
Hum, that's strange. He acted like he didn't understand me--and his clothes; what there was of them, didn't look like any cloth I've ever seen. There's a store. Maybe I can get some information there. Looks like they are busy. I'll just slip behind these boxes until some of the people leave.
"Oh, hello little girl. You here with your mommy? Little girl--little girl--what's the matter? Why are you running away?"
Why are they looking at me that way? Maybe if I wave and smile real big--"Hello--I'm lost, can you tell me where I'm at?"
What are they doing now? "Get off the floor--don't bow to me--I'm not royalty or anything. Now where are you going? Come back."
Where did they go? The street is empty. What's that in the window? It looks like me, but my body is shimmering like millions of silver stars all bundled together. No wonder everyone ran, they thought I was from another planet or something.
The sky--the sky is turning orange--is that the moon? If that's the moon, then what's over there?
Another moon, another planet, or what?
Now I know why the people were frightened, its me--I'm not on earth any more.
The End.
Wednesday, June 26, 2013
Just more notes:
I have been asked when I started writing... I really can't remember the exact time. I remember 'day-dreaming' a lot when I was four and five, which may have started my brain to explore an unseen universe that it was hiding.
Thinking 'way' back, I was nine when my little brother was born. I cared for him almost constantly and while holding him, I began to tell him of places, in my imagination, that we would go when he got bigger. When he was about two, and wanted a story at night, I told him 'bedtime' stories, my way, with a twist. That's about the time I began to write things down. I was also designing clothes for my paper-dolls, and drawing everything I saw or thought about. And I read everything that I could get my hands on. I watched the clouds change from one animal to another, then I would stare into space, just 'thinking', my imagination was overflowing.
I wrote little stories or poems throughout grammar school, but my first serious story was written when I was in 7th grade, (about 11yrs.). I can't remember what the name was then, but it is called ECHOED FOOTSTEPS now. Of course it has changed some throughout the years, but I never forgot it. At 13, 9th grade, we had to write for an English class. A few were chosen to be published. That was my first experience. But it's funny, I can't remember what I wrote. May be because I was told that I wasn't good enough, and it wouldn't amount to anything.
Many other disappointments occurred, but that's another story.
I continued telling my stories to my brother, and my baby sister. I think they must have enjoyed them, as they always wanted to hear more. Sometimes, I would keep notes, but mostly I kept them in my head. When we moved from our house, all my notes, art work, and designs disappeared mysteriously.
When my own children were young, I used to tell them some of the same stories that I told my brother and sister. I began to write again, a few stories and poetry, but never thought I was good enough to be published. That always stayed in my mind.
And then came grandkids. Jayson especially, used to want to hear bedtime stories. You can't imagine how many ways The Three Little Pigs can be told. I think that's what woke the brain up. It still isn't to it's full potential. I may not ever have 'what it takes' to be a great writer, but I enjoy having people read what I write, even if I don't get paid for it.
B.A.Lee
I have been asked when I started writing... I really can't remember the exact time. I remember 'day-dreaming' a lot when I was four and five, which may have started my brain to explore an unseen universe that it was hiding.
Thinking 'way' back, I was nine when my little brother was born. I cared for him almost constantly and while holding him, I began to tell him of places, in my imagination, that we would go when he got bigger. When he was about two, and wanted a story at night, I told him 'bedtime' stories, my way, with a twist. That's about the time I began to write things down. I was also designing clothes for my paper-dolls, and drawing everything I saw or thought about. And I read everything that I could get my hands on. I watched the clouds change from one animal to another, then I would stare into space, just 'thinking', my imagination was overflowing.
I wrote little stories or poems throughout grammar school, but my first serious story was written when I was in 7th grade, (about 11yrs.). I can't remember what the name was then, but it is called ECHOED FOOTSTEPS now. Of course it has changed some throughout the years, but I never forgot it. At 13, 9th grade, we had to write for an English class. A few were chosen to be published. That was my first experience. But it's funny, I can't remember what I wrote. May be because I was told that I wasn't good enough, and it wouldn't amount to anything.
Many other disappointments occurred, but that's another story.
I continued telling my stories to my brother, and my baby sister. I think they must have enjoyed them, as they always wanted to hear more. Sometimes, I would keep notes, but mostly I kept them in my head. When we moved from our house, all my notes, art work, and designs disappeared mysteriously.
When my own children were young, I used to tell them some of the same stories that I told my brother and sister. I began to write again, a few stories and poetry, but never thought I was good enough to be published. That always stayed in my mind.
And then came grandkids. Jayson especially, used to want to hear bedtime stories. You can't imagine how many ways The Three Little Pigs can be told. I think that's what woke the brain up. It still isn't to it's full potential. I may not ever have 'what it takes' to be a great writer, but I enjoy having people read what I write, even if I don't get paid for it.
B.A.Lee
Sunday, June 23, 2013
Cannot believe that July is just around the corner. I have been trying to comprehend the fact that time seems to go by faster the older you get. Now why is that? I still get up early, go to bed at a decent time, (just like I did when I was young).
Even as a teenager I could get so much done in one day, but now it takes two days, or longer to do the same. I get up, feed the cats, dogs, chicken, get coffee, have cereal, and the day is half gone. Just think what time it would be if I took the time to make my bed of a morning. Wow.
Back when...my kids were little, I had livestock to feed, get kids off to school, go to work, come home, do laundry, feed the kids, feed the animals again, tend to the garden, butcher something, help with homework, write, & draw or paint something, I even had time to go to a school function, or one of their games. Week ends were full with fishing, camping, hunting, and etc. Now I wasn't young. Was in my thirty's . I think time began to go faster when I reached 40. If you, (the reader of this blog) are over 40, I'd like to know if you relate to my findings.
I wonder if anyone has done a study on this. Hum...would be interesting to find out.
B. Anna Lee
Even as a teenager I could get so much done in one day, but now it takes two days, or longer to do the same. I get up, feed the cats, dogs, chicken, get coffee, have cereal, and the day is half gone. Just think what time it would be if I took the time to make my bed of a morning. Wow.
Back when...my kids were little, I had livestock to feed, get kids off to school, go to work, come home, do laundry, feed the kids, feed the animals again, tend to the garden, butcher something, help with homework, write, & draw or paint something, I even had time to go to a school function, or one of their games. Week ends were full with fishing, camping, hunting, and etc. Now I wasn't young. Was in my thirty's . I think time began to go faster when I reached 40. If you, (the reader of this blog) are over 40, I'd like to know if you relate to my findings.
I wonder if anyone has done a study on this. Hum...would be interesting to find out.
B. Anna Lee
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