Tuesday, January 14, 2025

TUESDAY TUNES: S'NO TUNES FOR THE BIRDS

TUESDAY TUNES became obvious when I was awakened by the cacophony of bird song. The birds were also thrilled to have the snow melted. The large black birds' presence in a tree nearby was striking on the white-covered branches... And then this story reappeared on my memories which many of you may have missed. Read on...

“He was visiting America. It is said that he was sitting, resting, when he heard a woman screaming. He looked up to see a black woman being surrounded by the police. The police had her handcuffed and were beating her. He thought the woman had committed a terrible crime. He found out "the crime" she committed was to sit in a section reserved for whites.

Paul McCartney was shocked. There was no segregation in England. But, here in America, the land of freedom, this is how blacks were being treated. McCartney and the Beatles went back home to England, but he would remember what he saw, how he felt, the unfairness of it all.

He also remembered watching television and following the news in America, the race riots and what was happening in Little Rock, Arkansas, what was going on in the Civil Rights movement. He saw the picture of 15-year-old Elizabeth Eckford attempt to attend classes at Little Rock Central High School as an angry mob followed her, yelling, "Drag her over this tree! Let's take care of that n**ger!'" and “Lynch her! Lynch her!” “No n**ger b*tch is going to get in our school!”

McCartney couldn't believe this was happening in America. He thought of these women being mistreated, simply because of the color of her skin. He sat down and started writing.

Last year at a concert, he would meet two of the women who inspired him to write one of his most memorable songs, Thelma Mothershed Wair and Elizabeth Eckford, members of the Little Rock Nine (pictured here).


McCartney would tell the audience he was inspired by the courage of these women: "Way back in the Sixties, there was a lot of trouble going on over civil rights, particularly in Little Rock. We would notice this on the news back in England, so it's a really important place for us, because to me, this is where civil rights started. We would see what was going on and sympathize with the people going through those troubles, and it made me want to write a song that, if it ever got back to the people going through those troubles, it might just help them a little bit, and that's this next one."

He explained that when he started writing the song, he had in mind a black woman, but in England, "girls" were referred to as "birds." And, so the song started:

"Blackbird singing in the dead of night

Take these broken wings and learn to fly

All your life

You were only waiting

for this moment to arise."

McCartney added that he and the Beatles cared passionately about the Civil Rights movement, "so this was really a song from me to a black woman, experiencing these problems in the States: ‘Let me encourage you to keep trying, to keep your faith, there is hope.’ "

"Blackbird singing in the dead of night

Take these sunken eyes and learn to see

All your life

You were only waiting

for this moment to be free."

- Jon S. Randal, via Valgeir Sveinsson

Monday, January 13, 2025

MONDAY MUSINGS: MUSCLES CAN TALK

 MONDAY MUSINGS: Let me reassure all of you that my Midwestern friends found it quite amusing that Arkansas had more snow on the ground than they did this past weekend. 

During my years in the End of the Rainbow Valley when I would mention the snow and cold my childhood buddy Kaye never forgot to remind me "Well, you do live in Wisconsin."  

Well, now I don't and I moved without all my snow removal shovels much to my chagrin as I had promised to do airport runs: one late Friday afternoon and the other early Saturday am. Besides driveway issues, our hilly side streets not only would not be plowed, but there was virtually 0 traffic up/down my street all day Friday. 

It took me 2 hours just to clear the snow for the arc swing of the electric gate. Then, that snow had to be moved to the backyard garden bed to allow me to back up from the carport. 

To say relief flooded me when both parties of the airport runs found alternate rides is an understatement. One had a next-door neighbor with a truck and the second had Minnesotan neighbors. ( Minnesota always got a boatload more snow than we did in Wisconsin, just saying.)

Saturday I was the only one clearing my walkway. Silly me thinking the US Postal Service's creed  would not come to be:  "Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night stays these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds

I did finally have a cautious long walk Saturday afternoon in the snowy part of the street ruts avoiding their ice. My snow sculpture didn't get built but the Tylenol bottle did get a workout and is lighter as are those muscles which spoke to me all weekend.

Thank goodness for my early morning Jazzercising stretching them all and getting them to speak a different language... 


BTW: My snow shovel should arrive on Tuesday but perhaps it will be like having an umbrella prevents rain and chase away future snow storms. My muscles will appreciate it.


Friday, January 10, 2025

FOTO FRIDAY: THE YOKE'S ON US

FOTO FRIDAY: I should have moved with a snow shovel...  Three more hours for this white stuff to fall here in Arkansas.

 SNOW I forgot how beautiful the moonlight can be upon fresh snow...



Don't be ooohing my BLOCKBUSTER ruler... check out the number and we still have 3 more hours for this white stuff to fall!



9 inches.  RIGHT, she quips with sarcasm.

Thursday, January 9, 2025

TBT: GOT YOUR TUTU?

 TBT: As most of you know there are some definite musts in my weekly routine, one of which is the now 'internationally' renowned exercise program of Jazzercise. 

Jazzercise has been part of my life since 1978 when I lived in Denver. When I moved to southwestern Wisconsin the classes had an additional component added by the franchise owner and main instructor Debbie- it was camaraderie. Every Tuesday and Thursday after class we went out for coffee. Our coffees grew so large as did our noise level that we were asked to patronize elsewhere. Luckily, a larger Java Vino was built for which we were very thankful as we have celebrated so many occasions there.

One additional tradition began ten years ago when our Jazzercisers entered their 7th decade and Nancy, our seamstress extraordinaire, made each a tutu. Take a look at our 2015 tutu girls below. You can tell we are a lively group! Sara, one of our registrars is celebrating her next decade today. She's the one donning the black tutu. You do the math.

Love & Miss y'all.


            HAPPY NEW DECADE SARA!

I sure hope I can get my honorary tutu since I still jazzercise online with La Crosse.  I know Nancy had bought 'teal' tule a while back with me in mind...I'll be back visiting in March. Wink, wink.  

                             

Wednesday, January 8, 2025

MIDWEEK MUSING: S'NO JOKE


This MIDWEEK MUSING is something on Arkansans' minds this week as our temps have plummeted. Yes, it is January but our winter has been way too mild with azaleas still blooming. 

In fact, I spied a Gerber daisy flower emerging in its big pot by the front porch so it was moved inside just in time. Vive la fleur!

A city that is not accustomed to Northern weather is bracing itself for what might blow in. Citywide events are being cancelled and grocery store shelves need restocking. 

My sinks 's lower cabinet doors are open to allow warmer airflow with their faucets dripping. There have been too many homes when this precaution was forgotten!




Snow is predicted for Thursday evening. As Dad used to say: "That's s'no joke."

Personally, I am looking forward to hunkering down with some good audio books starting with American Dirt 


Tuesday, January 7, 2025

TUESDAY TUNES: SIT STILL, I DARE YOU

There's nothing like a remix for this TUESDAY TUNE, one very cold morning here in the South. A winter storm will arrive tomorrow but the winds are lowering those temps and this remix will warm you up with Jason and Meghan

HANDS ON ME 

Enjoy!

Monday, January 6, 2025

MONDAY MUSINGS: IT'S a DOG S LIFE/ IS IT

 MONDAY MUSINGS RE: It's a dog's life is an expression which was first recorded in a 16th-century manuscript and alludes to the miserable subservient existence of dogs during this era. By the 1660s there was a proverb: It's a dog's life, hunger, and ease

Today in the 21st century we know how many people would love to  be treated as well as today's pet dogs. Heck, there's an entire aisle devoted to doggy paraphernalia in stores. And the dog food aisle is something else with a lot of choices.

They say if you want to know somebody's character see how they treat their dogs. Is it because our dogs love us no matter what?

During Covid, a lot of people were stuck at home and lonely and they decided to get a dog. Well, now many folks have gone back to work and their new furry friends are burdensome. The shelters are bursting at the seams. Each week there are pleas for fostering/ adopting these four-legged orphans.

It's just not fair.  So one of my New Year's resolutions is to become part of the solution to helping these guys get the care they need whether it involves vet visits/ rehoming transportation/ even a roof over their heads temporarily until they find their forever homes. 

You too CAN help and if you can't physically, maybe you could open up your pocketbooks and donate to the Humane Society/ your local shelters/ alleviating the foster care expenditures for your communities.