Tuesday, November 11, 2014

Writing Contest Winner! Butterfly by Leslie Crane

I  am very proud to present to you another of our winners in our recent Okefenokee Heritage Center Writer's Guild Writing Contest!

The following poem is by Leslie Crane, a Wayne County resident and our first place Adult Poetry winner!  She is a teacher of foreign languages (French) at Wayne County High School and has great success in self-publishing novels.  The following poem is inspired by her young daughter, Soleil.

Leslie Crane


Butterfly
by Leslie Crane



You weren't supposed to be here.

you were unplanned,

unexpected,

but not unwanted

or unloved.

little Butterfly.


You always did do the unexpected

from birth

when the said there was something wrong.

they said you'd never be "normal".


Butterfly,

normal is overrated.


Then came the doctors and the tests.

Big words for such a little girl.

But you proved every diagnosis wrong,

Butterfly.


Brain damaged.

It didn't matter.  You were our Butterfly.

We loved you anyway.


Deaf.

Only when you chose to be.


Hyperactive.

Gosh, isn't that how all two year olds act?


Attention deficit order.

Who wants to pay attention to some teacher

when there are so many colorful things in the classroom?


Learning disabled.

Like there's something disabled about you,

you just learn differently.

You march to the beat of your own drummer, Butterfly


Now the latest one:

Autistic....

Every child has their quirks.

Not everyone loves loud noises or scratchy fabrics.

I don't like crowds either

and scary Halloween costumes are just silly.


Don't listen to what they say, Butterfly.

When will they learn that labels are for products?

Not people.


If they could only see what I see.

Golden curls bounce as you skip along.

Fearless Joy.



Little tears because your toys might miss you while you are at school.

A tender heart.


The sound of your singing when you think no one is listening.

Total happiness.


The artwork you leave for me,

hugs after school,

kisses and snuggles at night.

Complete love.


My Butterfly,

don't let the cruelty of this world

turn your wings into claws.


Don't let their words

break those wings.


Learn to fly,

Little Butterfly.


Fly

above the labels that cage you.


Fly,

higher than any of us could dream possible.




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Monday, November 10, 2014

And the Band Plays On and Other Monday Musings

Benjamin Strait in his Pep Band performance at the Pecan Festival,  And no, the photo is not in black and white to be artsy.  I must have changed the photo settings without realizing it.


It was a beautiful Saturday morning in Blackshear.  We were at the city Park, the Pecan Festival in full splendor.  We were surrounded by people who had just overwhelming endorsed candidates that were anathema to me, and whom I believe will lead to the diminishment of the country, and will not act in the best interests of the people that elected them, including the destruction of the environment and the dismantling of public schools,  will allow guns everywhere, block or eliminate minimum wage, deny  equal pay to women, deny equal rights to the LGBT community, accelerate the gap between rich and poor, and blur the lines between church and state.  But other than that, they are undeniably friendly, sweet people, who are pleasant and generous, kind and thoughtful, and they really like good BBQ.

Benjamin's Pep Band performed several musical numbers, and they were all very impressive.  It was a good mix of students, and I'm proud Benjamin is a part of them.

Alison and I spent the rest of Saturday  on St. Simon's for our 18th wedding anniversary.  It was a great time, just visiting the pier, seeing the movie Gone Girl ( a great little thriller) and dinner at the Italian restaurant, Triamici.  The food was marvelous.  The company was better.

It was an Italian food weekend, starting Thursday with one of the best workday luncheons I have had in a long time, with the Senior Musing Turtles (Boatdock Bill Davis, myself, and Roland Thurston), and birthday girl, Julianna Lacefield.  There was a lot of great conversation, as it was the first time all four of us had gotten together to talk.

Benjamin and I saw the movie Interstellar Friday.  I thought it was pretty good (although the ending got a little fuzzy and new age-y for me), but Benjamin was ecstatic about it.  It inspired a lot of scientific talk from him after, some of which I got lost in.  

I am getting in trouble on Facebook,  Not the kind that gets me banned or disciplined,   It's just the election has left me hurt and angry, and its hard for me to keep my mouth shut.  Of course, people call you out.  I even got in trouble in a liberal group because I indicated support for Elizabeth Warren.  Apparently you aren't supposed to advocate specific candidates. Most of the stuff goes over my head, and although many have indicated how much they HATE the President, they have not given any coherent reasons why.  Their attacks quickly become personal.  The only one that struck a nerve is the one that called me a bigot for my feelings about Baptists.  I had to think about that one for awhile.  I do worry about the effect that the Conservative Christian Right is having on our political and social culture.  But I have no doubt that there are many, many good, kind decent people who follow those denominations (which is a lot broader than Baptists).  There are also some (OK, maybe something less than some, but I do believe they exist) in that group who consider themselves liberals and progressives, but stay in those denominations for other reasons.

I have a full work week, three play practices, and a Writer's Guild meeting ahead of me.  Somehow, I have to push aside the constant inner dialogue in my head about how disastrous the election was, and how much damage it is going to do to our country, and begin to focus on other things.  I don't know if I can do it.

Until next time,

T. M. Strait



Saturday, November 8, 2014

The Dark Side of the 2014 Mis-Election: Saturday Political Soap Box 97

Oh, yes.  There will be many, many posts from me exploring the disastrous election of 2014, and the consequences it will have for many years to come. The lowest voter turnout (36%) since 1942 (uh, war going on?  FDR satisfactorily in charge?) resulted in some truly ghastly results.

For those of you who get upset when my posts are down, please understand that this one is deliberately designed to show the worst case scenario that could come from this election.  I will do one next week that centers on the optimistic view of this election.  Be patient.

No legislative fixes will pass.  Any bill that needs to be corrected to make it work better for the American people will not get adjusted.  That means for vital legislation like the Affordable Care Act, things that need to fixed will not be.  The law will become less effective as a result, and the American people, in their infinite wisdom, will blame the law and the President instead of the Republicans who are blocking its progress and damaging it, including at the state level (don't like how Obamacare is working, Georgia?  you only have yourselves to blame).

The only chance of any immigration reform is for a small number of punitive measures.  No comprehensive reform will take place.  If the Republicans are smart (from their perspective - not mine), they will give the President a tiny bone, and build a Wall to rival the one in A Game of Thrones, and build up a hostile military force on our border.  This will increase tension with Mexico, and if their own politics slide into increasing their own income equality gap, it could create a potentially very explosive situation.

Nothing will happen to stop or reverse the effects in global warming. In fact, we will probably gallop in the direction of accelerating it.  Expect the President not to have the strength to stop the Keystone Pipeline.  This will not solve our energy problems, and only lead to further environmental degradation.

The minimal Wall Street reforms that passed will be gutted and left toothless.  The new Consumer Protection Agency will be an empty shell.

States may move forward on minimum wage, but the federal government will not.  Many Southern states will slip further and further behind, with their wealth gap increasing, and more and more people living like serfs.

Women's right to choose, in most of the country, will be a shadow right, that only exists on paper.  The dream of equal pay for women will become a fantasy.

The Supreme Court will stay in the hands of right wing corporatists for many years to come, as even if a replacement is needed, the Senate will not approve a nominee unless he is right wing of Attila the Hun,  All other Presidential nominees, whether for the judiciary or the cabinet or ambassadorships will be stopped cold.  Any that pass, the President will be made to pay a high price for.

It is likely the budget deficit will go back up and the economy falter.  Defying all logic, President Obama will be blamed.

The President, to pass anything, will have to concede virtually completely to the Republican agenda.  He will not credit for it.  The progressives will hate him for being weak and caving in.  The Republicans will brag about how they pushed him around.

If the President has the audacity to veto their crap legislation, their poison pills, their attempts to push the country back into the 19th century, they will howl that the President is the obstructionist.  It is a battle he cannot win.  It is a battle he will not win.

But the true target of RepubliCorp will change.  It will no longer be the President,  It will be Hilary Clinton.  They will spend 24/7 attacking and destroying her.  Fox and its media friends will convince you that she is Satan's spawn.  And many will believe it.  This is all in an attempt to clear her from running for the Presidency.  Because they believe she is the only one that could possibly beat them, and no one else on the Democratic side would be competitive.

So the Republican nominee will run against either a vastly weakened Hilary, or someone they perceive as a George McGovern type (a Democratic version of Barry Goldwater).  Their nominee is most likely to be a corporate candidate, like Jeb Bush, Chris Christie or John Kasich.

When the Republican is elected President, the Affordable Care Act will fully be repealed.  Nothing will take its place. We will likely be going into more wars overseas.  Tax rates for the corporate and the wealthy will hit new lows.  Income inequality will gallop to feudal proportions.  The federal government will once again grow in size, via the military and corporate welfare. Deficits and debt will balloon.

Some will start to wake up to this.  But it will be far too late.  Because by then, global warming and its effects will be severe and undeniable.  But we won't try to stop it anymore.  Oh, no.  Instead we will engage in huge and costly resource wars, battling not only over oil, but even water.  The world's countries will turn on each in savage brutality, fighting over dwindling resources from a seriously damaged planet.  Any attempts at progressivism will be defeated, drowned out by xenophobic self interest.

We will rule a broken Earth with our overwhelming military resources.  The rest of the world will hate us more and more.  Terrorist incidents directed at us will increase, further fueling our violence against them.  It will be a vicious downward spiral as we move further and further from any sense of true Christianity or humanity.

Fear of the other rules. Fear that the less deserving will take something of yours that you worked hard for.  Fear that other countries will not let America have the resources they are entitled to. Fear of other religions.  Fear of science.  Fear of everything.

Eventually, dust sweeps against our heartland, its agriculture gone.  Coastal cities lay partly underwater. Pollution runs unchecked as the EPA and any regulation is gone. Women are imprisoned for having an abortion, even interrogated when they miscarry, made to carry their rapist's babies, vaginally probed by government mandate.  Corporate power rules, everyone else drools  Wealth is further and further consolidated.  With no estate tax and extremely low income tax rates, power is concentrated into the hands of fewer and fewer grotesquely wealthy families.  Maybe you could get a job as their gardener or perhaps a handmaiden ( let's ask Margaret Atwood how that might work out - that would be a tale, wouldn't it?).  I mean, the antebellum South wasn't that bad, was it?

All rather hopeless and dire, isn't it?  Who knows?  History is not a straight line, but I do think this scenario is not outside the realm of what's possible.

But wait!  There may hope!

Stay tuned for next week's "Always Look on the Bright Side of Life 2014 Mis-Election" post!



Friday, November 7, 2014

History of the Trap: January Campaigns Part 1

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I didn't want to do it.  No way.  I was sick of politics, sick of being around my Dad.  When it came time to file to run (which was just going to the administration and putting your name down on a list of those who want to run for student council), I would not go in and put my name down.
Since the trial, I had barely spoken to my father.  I did nothing to initiate contact with him.  The one council meeting I had attended, I did not say a word.  He tried to stop me after it was over, and ask me how I was.  I gave a curt "Fine" and I walked out.
The passing of the New Year was a terrible milestone for us.  It shattered any illusions that the Trap would ever end.  There was a New Year's Eve dance, but it was a rather depressing affair, except for the people centered around Mark Granite and Robert Pelley.  They whooped it up like they had won the World Series.  Morgan was with them, but she seemed a little more subdued than the rest.  I didn't know why.  I wasn't a part of that group.
I only went to the dance because Artie and Ginny insisted.  I wallflowered it most of the time, which for once, was just fine with me.  Robert Bond sat with me most of the time.   He spent most of the time looking at Artie.  I wasn't quite sure why.  Did he have a crush on Ginny? 
Larry Wiseman danced a lot, with a surprising number of girls.  He seemed to have no reserve on who he asked to dance.  Whether it was the attractive student council rep, Lindsay Starn, or the heavyset Katie Kurrash, he didn't seem to care.  He asked Jan Houser, the student Judge, who gently turned him down.  He asked Morgan Tigh, who just laughed at him.  None of the rebuffs seemed to matter to him.
Most of Artie's gang came and sat with me and Robert, at least for a few minutes, here and there as the evening progressed.  The only one from outside of the gang who came up to me was Lindsay Starn, who put her arm on my shoulder and asked how I was doing.  Thankfully, she did not ask me to dance.
The Graduation ceremony of December changed what we called ourselves.  The seniors were now "Graduates", what ever that meant.  Many wanted to still participate in schooling, so a small college course program was being built, with the aim of starting later in January.  Others just wanted to shift into their job responsibilities on a more full time basis.  My father was open to whatever they decided.  Technically, they were adults now, and should be allowed more latitude in their decisions.
I and much of Artie's gang were now seniors.  We started new classes at the beginning of the year.  I was looking forward to Mrs. Forsyth's World Humanities class, but not PreCalculus.  I might have appealed to someone to try to get out of it, but I didn't want to make the effort to contact my father or anyone else in administration.  I had decided to just suffer through it as best I could, as if it was some kind of penance.

Students like Lindsay and my sister, Diane, now moved up to junior status.  Larry Wiseman was now a sophomore.  There apparently were no more freshmen.  We didn't think too much about it, but that meant if we stayed in the Trap long enough, we would all be "Graduates".  But before that would happen, all these labels would fall away.

Ripping Good Yarns: 2014 Seven Movies for the Holidays

It's getting time for the holidays! Thanksgiving, Hanukkah, Christmas, Epiphany, followed by tax season (OK, try not to think about that part)....all just around the corner!  And that means.......

MOVIES!!!

This list of seven most anticipated movies concentrates on our theme....RIPPING GOOD YARNS....great fiction stories told with melodrama and pizazz...yes, there are some great biopics and true life stories coming (Still Alive, Wild, The Theory of Everything) but the focus here is on those that will warm your heart, leave you thrilled, and stop your heart.




A new version of Annie is on it's way!  It stars Jamie Foxx as Daddy Warbucks (Will Stacks) and the very talented Quvenzhone Walls as Annie, the Oscar nominated young star of the critically acclaimed Beasts of the Southern Wild. It's release date is December 19th.




Big Hero 6 starts today (November 7th)!  It is THE animated movie of the season.  It's all about the Baymax, an inflatable robot who reminds me of a friendly version of The Ghostbuster's Stay Puft Marshmallow Man, and a boy who is a high tech prodigy.  It looks like a real blast!




Catch The Office's Steve Carrell in a completely different kind of performance, in Foxcatcher, coming out either November 19th or January 9th, depending on what source you go to.  Technically, this is based on a true story, but I think it will have some real true crime pizazz to it.




Like The Ten Commandants movie? Well, come back for an extra special dip in the Exodus:Gods and Kings movie, opening December 12.  Directed by Ridley Scott (Alien, Blade Runner), this may or may not be a movie that appeals to the Christian right.  Those of my friends who are Christian right will have to let me know.  I do know it should be large scale entertainment, regardless.




Into the Woods!  Those of you who want to see this movie REALLY REALLY want to see this movie.  I'll have to make up my mind as I see more previews, but it does look like it was made with all stops out.  Opening on Christmas Day.  As far as that day itself goes, I'm reasonably sure I'll be doing other things.



The Hunger Games: Mockinjay Part 1 opens November 21.  I have not read these books (Alison has and loved them), but I was much more impressed with the second movie than the first.  I am looking forward to its continuation.  Out of all the pictures I could run on this movie, why run one of Natalie Dormer as Cressida?  Because I really like Natalie Dormer.  Next question? 



This is the movie I am most looking forward to.  The Hobbit: The Battle of the Five Armies opens December 17, and I intend to be there front and center as early as I can.  Yes, they did stretch out a relatively short book, but what the heck.  I have enjoyed the ride.  And Alison, if you are concerned about my celebrity crush on Natalie Dormer, I have two words for you - Orlando Bloom!




How many of these will I see in the theaters?  At least two to maybe up to four.  We'll see.  I love the movies!




Wednesday, November 5, 2014

Writing Contest Winner! My Life in Rhyme by Grace K Lee

I  am very proud to present to you another of our winners in our recent Okefenokee Heritage Center Writer's Guild Writing Contest!

The following poem is by Grace K Lee, a Ware County resident' and our second place Adult Poetry winner!  She is 86 years old and a great storyteller, a lively reader and a wonderful person to spend time with.  Welcome to the Guild and congratulations!

Myself, Tom Strait with Grace Lee.  We are holding a copy of her poem, from a binder filled with her wonderful stories.


My Life in Rhyme

by Grace K Lee


I was born in Nineteen Twenty-eight,
They said it was a Great Depression.
But we had as much as our neighbors had,
So we lacked for next to nothing.

My sister was seven years older than I,
She loved to Primp and Priss.
I was Daddy's little helper,
And he taught me how to fish.

I could climb the tallest tree,
And give a Tarzan yell.
Yet everyone in our whole town,
Thought of our family well.

As my brother and mentor, Tom, helped me have fun,
There were ten acres there where we could both play.
It was on the south edge of Broxton Town,
And not far away.

After doing the things on Mama's work list,
With friends we could swing or hide.
We used the top of the little corn crib,
And had a wonderful slide.

I graduated from Broxton High in Nineteen Forty-five.
My head was filled with knowledge.
Thomas was off with Uncle Sam,
And I went away to college.

I started out in my teaching career
At the early age of twenty.
I know I did not know everything,
But thought I knew plenty.

Back down the road, along somewhere,
I'd met this older man.
A farm boy who's now home from war,
And ready to settle down.

He had come before, with a friend,
And met me at my gate.
I'd thought him much too old for me,
But now he's only Twenty-eight.

He told to me some wonderful words
And gave to me his heart,
It turned my head completely around,
And I knew right from the start.

That I would never regret a moment,
If I began a double life.
Of becoming a school teacher,
And being a farmer's wife!

After nearly fifty years of married life,
All our skies were bright.
God took him away in an instant,
And it did not seem quite right.

It left me angry, then terrified,
I didn't know what to do.
But during all my prayers, I realized,
God's plans do all come true.

My farmer had left our four children,
Each educated and in homes of their own,
They will come by to help me,
And stay in touch by a phone.

For I've seen each of their eyes,
and on into their hearts
The traits of the farmer boy 
I have loved from the very start.



Tuesday, November 4, 2014

A Thousand Times Blogged

Another Strait Line milestone.

This is my One Thousandth posted blog entry.

As some I know might say, "Another victory of quantity over quality."

Still, it is an achievement, of persistence and endurance, if nothing else.

The blog began in 2009.  Entries were sporadic until about April of 2012, when I began blogging between twenty-five to thirty posts a month.  I have stayed steady at it five to six days a week since then.  It has become part of my routine.  So whether it is seen by one or many, it is a part of my life now, and an important expression of who I am.

The Strait Line was named after a newsletter that my father used when he was high school Principal at Bridgeport High. I hope that I have honored him, in the stories that I have done, in the thoughts I have expressed and in the memories I have shared. The only entry I know that he saw for sure was the Six Weeks to Always story, because my sister read it to him.

The total page view count of the blog is just a hair under 120,000 right now.  Not Huffington Post numbers, but it is more than I was ever expecting when I began the blog.

There are 133 entries labeled fiction, including 81 chapters of History of the Trap and 36 Crowley Stories.  The History of the Trap is about 75% complete now, and Crowley Stories is about two thirds done.  I have high hopes of finishing their first drafts withing the next few months.  The History of the Trap is a story I first conceived as a Freshman in high school, so it has been in my brain for a long time, desperate to get out and onto paper.

There are 120 posts about theater, including 88 to the Flying Dragon.  I hope to continue to be a supporter of the arts community wherever I get the chance.  Help keep me informed of what's going on, and I will amplify it here.

127 posts have been sent first to my fragile but well loved facebook group, Ripping Good Yarns, my group where people are free to share their indulgences about wonderful, sloppy, fun, exciting, melodramatic entertainment in television, movies and books.

There are 157 posts about politics, including 96 in the series Saturday Political Soap Box.  I know I live in a highly conservative area, and that some have a great disdain for my political posts, but I also see the page counts.  They are among my most viewed posts.  We live in a democracy (albeit rapidly fading into oligarchic madness), and discussing how we feel about the issues of the days is a vital part of that.  I'm not just going to abandon political discussion to the wealthy, the Christian right, and those who fear those who have less than they do.  If it really offends but you like my other stuff, than be like Barbara Bush, and just turn a blind eye to it and protect your beautiful mind (okay, that's a little more "barbed" than I intended, but that's the way it is my political stuff - sorry about that).

There are 88 poetry posts.  I ain't no poet, and this'll show it.  But it's something I like to do.  So there it is.

There are reminiscences throughout, including 39  labeled autobiographical and 135 labeled family. Old Pat and the Great Bathroom Wars series is probably the closest thing I have ready to self-publishing, but I get frozen by the fact that I started putting pictures into them, and I don't know how that's handled in e-books.  Oh, well.  I'll figure it out sometime.

I have 9 stories from my father's writings, and I need to get busy with that and put on a lot more.

The Strait Line is proud to be a sponsor of the Okefenokee Heritage Center Writer's Guild Writing Contest, and to publish the winners on it's blog.  I think it is an endeavor that my father would be very proud of.

To the nest one thousand.....and beyond!

T. M. Strait