Who would have thought the two would stand in the same sentence? Newtown is an Andy Griffith type community. Homey. Comfortable. Safe. Clarksdale is Deep South America. Mannerly men and soft-spoken women. Old homes with expansive porches and pillars. Visitors come from around the world to see and experience where "The Blues" began.
When the school children and staff were killed, the shots were heard around the world. When a local 80 year old woman's home was broken into in Clarksdale, she was robbed, beaten to death and set on fire. And the suspect stole her car. It all makes us sick. All life is connected. When one hurts, we all hurt. Patrick Marshall, Pastor of the First Presbyterian Church of Wahoo, NE, says, "Make your concern active: Do something to comfort the living." They are creating a banner for locals to sign. Cards and letter, money, toys and other items are headed their way and from many other communities, too.
I found this article comforting. If you can't access it as is, copy and paste.
http://lightworkers.org/channeling/173312/message-matthew-december-15-2012
Grace, Love and Peace to all.
2012 Red Convertible Travel Series
Showing posts with label Deep South. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Deep South. Show all posts
Tuesday, December 18, 2012
Tuesday, August 21, 2012
WWII, London movie
During WWII, a pregnant German couple ran for their lives to escape the Nazi's. They made it to London where their daughter was born. She lives to tell their story.
When the air raid sirens would go off, they went to underground shelters. Her mother remembered people milling around smoking. In the midst of war's chaos, Margaret Mitchell's Gone with the Wind was playing. The young mother scraped together the money for the ticket. She was grateful for the diversion, even if it was another war story in another time and place. Like the rest of us, she lost herself in Deep Southern tradition, grit and glamour. Who can forget Rhett Butler's, "Frankly my dear, I don't give a damn!" Or Scarlett O'hara's green velvet dress made from the plantation drapes. Or Prissy declaring "I don't know nothin 'bout birthin' no babies."
When the air raid sirens went off, the manager stopped the movie and announced patrons could go to the shelter if they wanted, but he was going to continue showing the movie. The young mother said the ticket was so expensive she wasn't going anywhere. The movie rolled to its finish.
2012 Red Convertible Travel Series
When the air raid sirens would go off, they went to underground shelters. Her mother remembered people milling around smoking. In the midst of war's chaos, Margaret Mitchell's Gone with the Wind was playing. The young mother scraped together the money for the ticket. She was grateful for the diversion, even if it was another war story in another time and place. Like the rest of us, she lost herself in Deep Southern tradition, grit and glamour. Who can forget Rhett Butler's, "Frankly my dear, I don't give a damn!" Or Scarlett O'hara's green velvet dress made from the plantation drapes. Or Prissy declaring "I don't know nothin 'bout birthin' no babies."
When the air raid sirens went off, the manager stopped the movie and announced patrons could go to the shelter if they wanted, but he was going to continue showing the movie. The young mother said the ticket was so expensive she wasn't going anywhere. The movie rolled to its finish.
2012 Red Convertible Travel Series
Friday, January 15, 2010
Winter Gripes and Magic
Gene's pickup was too light to navigate the snow in the Midwest. And it doesn't have front or all wheel drive. Snow was the most economical solution. He scooped our drive until he filled the truck bed.
A pickup load of snow is not an unusual site in the Midwest, but Gene went home to south Mississippi.
His kids didn't know what was in Dad's truck. They had never seen snow. Puzzled neighbor kids came to look and play in it. Snowball fights spread it across their yard. Adult neighbors came by and commented on it. People driving by stopped and frowned.
Who would have thought Midwest snow would "break the ice" in a Deep South neighborhood. It was magic. Good job, Gene!
2010 Red Convertible Travel Series
A pickup load of snow is not an unusual site in the Midwest, but Gene went home to south Mississippi.
His kids didn't know what was in Dad's truck. They had never seen snow. Puzzled neighbor kids came to look and play in it. Snowball fights spread it across their yard. Adult neighbors came by and commented on it. People driving by stopped and frowned.
Who would have thought Midwest snow would "break the ice" in a Deep South neighborhood. It was magic. Good job, Gene!
2010 Red Convertible Travel Series
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