In Your Neighborhood

The Lyrical View of Snow and Ice

2012-01-20T11:21:00.000-08:00

When Mother Nature does her artistic thing during severe weather such as we've been having this week, through the eyes of a hand-held camera, it's also possible to discover a momentary bit of beauty and repose!

Above: The rhymic rounded repeat of these meticulously trimmed bushes is beautifully accentuated when frosted in snow and ice!

Northwest Sunset A Symphony of Light

2012-01-13T23:11:00.000-08:00

While the foreground in the snapshot above might be improved the late afternoon sky tonday couldn't be more painterly - colored as it was with firm and deliberately placed brushstrokes of light which rival Monet's costliest panels. Such purely natural masterpieces are one of the many beautiful reasons why we all enjoy living in the Pacific Northwest.

Local Thrift Attracts Group of Walkers!

2012-01-13T23:04:00.000-08:00

Above: Some artwork, curios and games which populate the shelves of Fife's 2nd Hand Treasures Consignment Mall at the intersection of 54th and Pacific Highway South. All photos copyright 2012 by Mizu M. Sugimura

Center: Store partner Reggie Starkey and his fellow colleagues are more than happy help you with all your USPS shipping needs.

Right: A group of five walkers briefly pause recently after a brisk stroll around the store.

A Great American Hero and former Washingtonian Has Left Us

2012-01-04T09:23:00.000-08:00

It is with great sadness and respect that I salute the death of one of a childhood hero from my formative years. No. He wasn't an actor, or singer, or popular author, athlete or news personality. His degree was in sociology. Although he was born and raised locally, most of his professional life was spent in Canada and he recently died at age 93, so for example - many news organizations and tabloids where so many of us get our important news these days will most likely have nothing to print about his passing.

So I want to post his name and a link to a short piece about his death here "In Your Neighborhood" because if there is nothing else you do today in my personal opinion (which you are welcome to take or leave) you ought to take a moment to read it today.

If I could be so bold at the day's end the piece may be more meaningful to you and your family than reading all the fine print on the levels of sodium and sugars on the canned goods in the grocery store this afternoon. So without further ado I'd like to introduce you to Gordon Kiyoshi Hirabayashi.

Even for those fellow South Sound citizens and fellow Americans in general who may not be lucky enough to have been born a member of the post-war Japanese-American community (I say this in jest, but there are some out there who still consider this to be a news item of interest only to folks like myself) it is worth reading. Even if it is only to acknowlege the passing of a former neighbor whose son holds them up for teaching them the values of "honesty, integrity, and justice".

More Brain Clearing Needed

2011-12-20T20:42:00.000-08:00

Just watched Classified X
a challenging documentary written and narrated by Melvin Van Pebbles. He took me way back in film history... back to the Tarzan movies of the forties when my Black sisters and brothers were all running away from the great White hero who kept them from rioting and killing, to that moment in those treasured moments in Shaft when my Soul Brother hero proudly walked away from the White'Black skull duggery which had been destroying the neighborhood.
I thank God for the wonderful work Denzel Washington has done in films like Malcolm X, Inside Man, and The Great Debater. I have cried and clapped and talked about him for days at a time.
After seeing Classified X I see that I have been missing films where Black human beings fail, succeed, and keep trying. Far, far
different from films that shamed/frustrated/angered me from the time I was seven years old in Texas until the films of the eighties, nineties, and today.
Check out Classified X. It's well worth your time.

The Sun-Catcher Tree

2011-12-20T14:05:00.000-08:00

One day last year my friend, Jan Buday, gave my daughter a glass bead she had made. Anna immediately held it up to the light coming in her window, and pronounced it a "Sun-Catcher." Well this gave Jan the idea to make Sun-Catchers for people's windows, and they are a hit! They were little drops of happy colour during the cold, grey winter...oh, they were little drops of happy, anytime.

Last year I hung the few we had on our Solstice-Yule-Christmas tree, looking so pretty with the white lights becoming little suns. It was then I had the idea of a tree full of Sun-Catchers, and our year-long project began. Each month, instead of a wee thrift store splurge, I bought a few of Jan's beautiful creations. On special occasions, my family bought me some; other friends bought them for me too...lucky me!

My friend, Shelly Ely, had given me this 3D Dreamcatcher, a long time ago, and it seemed perfect for hanging Sun-Catchers from. A beautiful mobile began to take shape in the window above, and to the right of, my desk. Each morning I stood in front of it, facing the east and the rising sun. From here I could begin calling the day in, my gratitude reflected in happy drops of colour, taking fire from morning light. Each month I went to Jan's studio and chose a few more, always keeping the tree in mind.

So my friends, come and see this beautiful tree with me. It glows with the creations of an artist friend I am proud to know and support. It glows with the creative eye of my son, who led the tree-trimming so well, and the love in our home. I hope you enjoy the pictures...and may we wish everyone in the world, a little peace, love, and the glow kept within our heart, knowing the light returns.

Our completed tree.

Now that's a Sun-catcher!

Heavenly beams!

Up close.

Towards the top.

Our card to you, neighbours!

Candy Canes, Strings of Holiday Lights Brighten Year's End At Fife, WA City Hall

2011-12-19T14:05:00.000-08:00

Above: As the year 2011 rolls toward it's final conclusion at Fife City Hall, local citizens and their families might consider a quick stop to view the lights and enjoy a group photo opportunity at the foot of this cheery and celebratory homage to the holidays while taking a small moment to contemplate all the blessings of the season. Photo copyright 2011 by Mizu M. Sugimura

Fife, WA - When Local History and Popular Media Universes Collide

2011-12-16T21:16:00.000-08:00

I'll be up front. There was a time when I spent much of my free time immersed in the Star Trek fan universe - which included going to a movie or two. To be exact, I went to almost all of them. Years later there are still select scenes which remain deeply engraved in my memories.

One in particular from Star Trek: The Voyage Home (1986) when Admiral Jame T. Kirk and Vulcan's Mr. Spock finding themselves back in twentieth century San Francisco attempt to raise some quick cash while on a mission to save a pair of Humpback whales by reselling a pair of prescription antique spectacles that the Admiral received for his birthday from his former first officer.

Recently it just tickled my fancy when I learned that the man who played the part of the antique shop dealer has a direct connection to the City of Fife, WA, where I've been spending a good deal of time enjoying numerous opportunities to study and view the interesting and well-thought exhibits at the Fife History Museum, 2820 54th Avenue East, (253)896-4710.

Yes. I am a nerd. But it's moments like this when one universe in your life collides with another and the Serendipity which is life on this planet strikes a clear note. Happily this phenomenon is not limited to the mentally engaged and socially awkward. Having been personally aware since primary school days that my budding personal interest in United States and family history was not equally shared by many of my peers - of whom a famous slogan "History is dead" was attributed to an entire generation I'm glad to observe I'm not completely alone.

However I am occasionally lead to wonder if old classmates are able to relish with the same feeling as I the way so many wonderful people and events from your past have a unique way of coming back from a totally unexpected angle, allowing us the privilege of seeing something play come around in a full circle and re-enter our lives.

In this case an actor playing a bit part on the big movie screen turns out to be directly related to the same William Hutchinson Fife, who prior to the Panic of 1893 was said to possibly be the richest man in Pierce County and his son Spanish-American War hero, William J. Fife, an attorney from Tacoma, whose surname was bestowed on Fife, WA a growing settlement at the northwestern tip of Pierce County.

They in turn were respectively the great-grandfather and granduncle of actor Joseph "Joe" William Knowland. Joe is the son of William F. Knowland, who served in the United States Senate between 1945-1959, including a stint as the Senate Majority Leader for two years during the early to mid fifties. William F. Knowland in turn was the son of Oakland, CA publisher Joseph R. Knowland and his first wife, Elinor J. Fife. Elinor was sister to William J. Fife and daughter to William H. Fife.

Now anytime Fife residents have the opportunity to view an entertaining film as Star Trek: The Voyage Home; review how important legislative decisions were made during the Eisenhower Administration; or analyze how community institutions and resources came to be in the early days of Tacoma - it will be difficult not to be aware of the vibrance, industry and character delivered by members of this pioneering Pierce County family.

Needless to say, the Fife's of Tacoma are nowhere alone in offering area residents some interesting stories . Current exhibits at the Fife History Museum touch on life and day-to-day experiences of individuals and families pulled dsfrom the ranks of the majority Swiss, Italian, Japanese and Scandinavian immigrants and settlers. And all generations continue to benefit from the rich treasury of resources and history patiently gathered and cataloged under the stewardship of a dedicated and hardworking team of volunteers.

Tacoma's Holiday Zoolights Transform A Clear Winter Night!

2011-12-05T17:54:00.000-08:00

If Gulliver stumbled upon the Point Defiance Zoo last night, he'd be fortunate to catch a panorama of Tacoma and the South Sound in miniature during the popular holiday season show Zoolights! More details at this link.

One of my dearest friends and I bundled up and headed for the park (despite being well past a few decades since our childhood) enjoyed the crisp air, holiday light artistry as well as the sights and sounds of several generations of area families happily enjoying an evening of viewing to savor for holiday seasons to come.

A few of the regular exhibits were available for viewing during the evening stroll. Most popular I'd say are the resident sharks whose interior aquarium home with large glass viewing screens attracted constant crowds despite the muliple colors and patterns of all the seasonal attractions outside.

Happy Thanksgiving

2011-11-24T10:18:00.000-08:00

It is Thanksgiving Day. Overcast and chilly... no rain so far. I was born in Houston, lived there until I was twelve. I am used to the rain. But the cold...no, no, no

Still as long as I have friends and the strength to love and be loved, I am warmly grateful.
Grateful for my mother and grandmother who loved me,grateful for my teachers and mentors(everyday I remember Dr. Dorothy Donnelley who spent many, many hours teaching me how to listen to others, to myself, and to God).

My favorite restaurant,Wok Teriyaki, is closed today. I smile when I reflect on the warm welcome and sweet goodbyes I have gotten at the Wok over the years I have gone there. The Wok is a warm space where I have eaten well, laughed, cried, been challenged, and affirmed by my friends, Jeanpierre and Gaye many, many times.

So, like you, wonderful readers, I am so very grateful that I am learning to deeply appreciate the love of friends and the wonderful people on the Pastoral Care Teams at the Franciscan Hospitals.
I hope that this will be a wonderful day and weekend for everyone.

Gold-Medal Level Trio Scores At TAC 6th Annual Arts Community Symposium

2011-11-21T17:09:00.000-08:00

Having returned from this year's 6th Annual Art at Work Month Symposium November 19 and 20 at University of Puget Sound, sponsored by the Tacoma Arts Commission over the weekend I'd like to give a loud and hearty thank you and shout to three superlative presenters on this year's program namely: Andy Fife of Shunpike and consultants Miriam Works and Gigi Rosenberg.

The quality of this trio of professionals in an equally impressive field of speakers is of such caliber that if the local and regional art community were to have organized an Olympics-type competition, each of the three aforementioned professionals would have taken down all comers in their respective professional brackets and departed with multiple strands of gold!

Self-taught artists, scholars, arts community supporters and arts volunteers of any era are too long familiar with the long litany of public platitudes about the importance of the arts in our culture from leaders in government, business and other areas of the community in times of abundance followed up by irregular commitments, spotty appropriation of public funds and almost too common endless dry spells when the economy begins to contract.

Combine with a historically too short list of easily identifiable, qualified yet affordable resources, arts organizations can point only too many up/down histories of organizational anxiety as they try to navigate and make sense of more current and contemporary pathways.

The City of Tacoma, her governors, educators, businesses and citizens all can be immensely proud that the caliber of their art community, art businesses and support industries, has been so rich to offer attendees to this year's Art at Work Art Symposium such close and personal access to this stellar assemblage of three.

Shunpike's Fife has lit the enthusiasm of national audiences garnering recent attention on Entrepreneur Magazine online for his work nurturing over 2,500 arts-related businesses and arts organizations in Washington State with solid financial foundations according to an article posted by Randy Woods, October 25, 2011.

It is a credit all citizens of Tacoma, WA that support for the arts, for opportunities to nurture innovation, creativity and richness of among residents of all ages have been deemed both a worthwhile and necessary component of community life. Kudos to the Tacoma Arts Commision and its leadership from who only too keenly understand how an informed populace and a viable arts community slip seamlessly into the larger framework of a developmentally rich and innovative metropolitan future.

Tuck A Bit Of Local History In Your Holiday Stockings

2011-11-16T20:33:00.000-08:00

Historic cards and handmade kitchen towels are among the unique and local holiday gift possibilities on sale at the Fife History Museum, 2820 54th Avenue E., Fife, WA, (253) 896-4710, for shoppers looking for something different!

Say "Happy Holidays" twelve months a year with a gift membership or equally desirable a copy of the soon to be published "Images of America: Fife, Washington" paperback photo history link here with gifts like these which not only please but educate friends and family of all ages and areas for years to come!

Tile Makes Great Gift For Some On Your List Who Has Everything!

2011-11-10T10:44:00.000-08:00

Gift opportunities for the folks on your list who have requested no gifts because of lack of storage etc. include time-honored items like gift certificates to their favorite restaurant of choice, beauty salon, spa, shoe repair firm - and contributions to make sure that tiles mounted and displayed below the famous Clock Tower Bell formerly located at the old Federal Shopping Way and saved from immediate demolition several years past are being taken this month and beyond.

One of the few remaining pieces of this much beloved shopping destination from years past is delightedly being taken cafe of by volunteers at the headquarters of the Historical Society of Federal Way, 2645 South 312th, Federal Way, WA 98093. The city itself is located at the south west corner of King County. Individual, family and company memberships can be made by calling the FWHS at 253-945-7842.

Clock tower tiles can be purchased for $40.00 donation which covers installation and lifetime maintenance once installed at the park for $40.00 a person (up to 4 lines of information on each tile.

A Holiday Bazaar Opportunity Blooms At Federal Way Retailer

2011-11-10T10:15:00.000-08:00

Shopping for stocking stuffers and other special holiday gifts? In addition to the regular stock at Federal Way's Craft City, 35415 21st Avenue SW, Suite G, holiday crafters and vendors extrodinaire will fill brightly decorated store tables on Thursday through Sunday, December 1-4.

Store owner Coryn Morgenroth invited area artisans and producers of handmade items to come to the store and participate in the first of two holiday bazaar opportunities at the southwest Federal Way retailer on Thursday through Sunday, November 3-6th from 10:00 a.m. - 8:oo p.m. to the delight of area shoppers such as myself.

I was able to pick up two great ideas in time for winter gift giving occasions as a handmade knit scarf/stole for decking out a ho-ho bottle of any unnamed beverage and a cute machine knit "hat" to add a bit of holiday pizzazzz to all of those very adorable mini-holiday size Hershey chocolate bars made by a well-organized group of women from Maine View Presbyterian Church in Northeast Tacoma.

Click on this link for a flyer about Craft City's holiday bazaar.

Seven Local Authors & Poets, November 10th.

2011-10-31T19:54:00.000-07:00

On Thursday evening, November 10th., seven local authors and poets invite you to a celebration of our published works, at the Key Center Library, Bromes Room, from 6-8pm. Each writer will give a short presentation and be available for discussion/book-signing. Supporting your local artists is a wonderful 'twofer' when thinking of Holiday shopping, don't you think? Books are budget-friendly and intimate gifts, while writers are quirky members of our neigbourhoods, worth getting to know, perhaps?

Lorraine Hart. Yes, I am one of the poets with a book, "There I Had to Go," for sale. This collection of poems journeys the world outside, and the worlds within. I'm honoured to be a part of this evening, and to read for you. Cards made from the book's black and white illustrations will also be available.
www.watermarkwriters.com

Leslie Bratspis', "Good Fortune," is an inspirational novel of Chinese wisdom, secretly passed through hand-written fortunes, connecting the lives of two men from different cultures. Each overcomes adversity to achieve happiness and inner-awareness through personal journeys.
www.rp-author.com/bratspis

Dick Dixon's, "Dillon's War: The Weretiger of Kontum," is a dark, edgy novel about the adventures of a young man who bonds preternaturally with a tiger, in the jungles of Vietnam. The pair is detected in their predations by primitive natives, who see them as a single entity--the legendary Weretiger, able to shape-shift at will.

Karen Lovett's, "Beneath the Surface," combines Romance and Suspense in a novel set on the west side of Puget Sound, in the shadow of the Olympic Mountains. Jason and Carla's convoluted courtship comes to a crisis after a murder verdict and a sudden near-death experience.

Colleen Slater's, "Blue Deer--Four Generations of Poetry," covers over six decades in western Washington by the author, her father, a son, and three grandchildren in a variety of poetic forms.
www.colleenslater.com

Kim Shaumburg's, "Her Last Race," is a story of horse-racing, relationships between mother and daughter, owners, trainers, jockeys and horses, as well as ethical dilemmas.
www.facebook.com/pages/Her-Last-Race-by-Kim-Schaunburg/147746488616650

Aaron Wayno's, "Heckling Charles Barkley, a Stuff-Novella," is a mystical chain-reaction of people, places, events, memories, animal behavior, wild weather, and universal imagination, around modern, recession-era Puget Sound.

There you have it, seven diverse neighbourhood writers in one room! So, put on your comfortable shoes, your local literary foot forward, towards Key Center Library, Thursday November 10th., from 6-8pm. We will be so very happy to see you there. Don't forget to check out our brand new intersection!

Relish The Variety And Get Your Creative Shot-In-Arm at Tacoma's Annual Art At Work Month

2011-10-29T14:52:00.000-07:00

Above: (Photo by Mizu Sugimura. Copyright 2008.) Dressed for fall, the University of Puget Sound campus shown during Art At Work month several years ago, paints a welcome and relaxing setting for artist professionals, would-be-artists and those who work with them to polish up on their knowledge of how to navigate in today's arts waters as well as share much needed with colleagues in a safe and highly supportive backdrop!

I don't know about you but it's all I can do to keep a bright face painted on during some of our exceeding dreary Pacific Northwest fall and winters (or spring or summers some years for that matter) but Tacoma's annual ART AT WORK MONTH never, never fails to put the sun on my face.

Get ready for yet another form, image, color and textured path month by hunting up the recently released program of activities at art and cultural venues around the area or by taking notes at this online link.

As an artist who adores the universe of paper collage, I have felt fortunate to be able to indulge in the feast of offerings during several years of the event's now ten year history, and annually feel as a creative person and area resident so much more fulfilled, enriched and better off having been privileged to do so.

This year my second excuse to be excited about Art At Work offerings is that a long, long-time friend of my family and her equally brilliant spouse are directing and delivering as Dukesbay Productions the second installment in their highly successful Tacoma based theatrical foray entitled "Java Tacoma: Episode 38: Friends, Neighbors And Siblings". It's delightful to see plugs for the show emerging from the beautiful four-color annual program saluting the artists and art communities in the South Sound.

For those who might be interested sitting in the audience at Java Tacoma the nitty gritty details of the highly entertaining home grown production please turn to my earlier published blog right here In Your Neighborhood published on Monday, October 24, 2011.

Two other monthly favorites from the past Art At Work months are the highly-rated and superlative tour of local Artist Studios on the weekend of November 5 & 6, and the highly praised and detailed Arts Symposium at University of Puget Sound's beautifully landscaped campus. Whether your cup of tea is visual art, performance art or a chance to draw from a live model or to meet emerging poets, photographers and performers from all corners of the arts universe, Art at Work will surely be the shot-in-your-arm which can revive and refresh all.

Months Festivities Kick-Off With Party at Museum of Glass

An art buddy of mine of long standing and I are quite fond of the beautiful splash organizers have created at a party launching the beginning of each Art At Work month we've been fortunate to attend. This year's festivites begin at the Museum of Glass on Thursday night, November 3, from 6:00 p.m. - 8:30 p.m. and featuring fire dancing, and iron and ice pour, barbershop quartet Two Old, Two New, contemporary dance performance by BQDanza and the 2011 winners of the AMOCAT awards!

Engaging People and The Arts

The overall goal of Art At Work: Tacoma Arts Month, which takes local entertainment forums and stages each November, is to illustrate the collective talent in our city and get people involved in the arts. The month is not just for artists...it is an opportunity for all community members to be an active part of Tacoma's cultural life. Tacoma is ripe with activity and offers a multitude of events. Delightfully there truly is a little something for everyone. For more details or questions call organizers at the City of Tacoma at (253) 591-5191. Bon Appetit!

Post Office Mail Boxes and U-Haul Offered to Customers of Innovative Fife Consignment Mall

2011-10-25T17:29:00.000-07:00

An old-fashioned style car cruise today up and down a busy highway such as Pacific Highway here in Washington State is replete with scenes of standard style strip malls and accompanying roster of buinesses - many associated with national chains and franchises.

And while we are happy to admit most of us often have our list of favorites - those leaseholders who truly offer both convenience and a gentle slice of personable interactions as in less harried and more personable days past while many in theory are actually few and far between.

The pleasant surprise about Fife's 2nd Hand Treasures Consignment Mall located at 5303 Pacific Highway E. is that while the merchandise competes head to head with it's competition there's a warm and friendly touch of what made old time mom and pop stores a hit in their time - a sincere and engaging welcome more like a neighbor.

You are not just a number and the sunny super whitened toothpaste smile offered you at the Fife area store does not fade immediately after your purchase is rung up and you are encouraged to scoot out the automatic sliding doors as in other establishments so uniformed store personnel can deal with the next cluster of paying customers.

Mail Box Rentals, Faxing, Copies & Notary Services

As proof of this philosophy and dedication to customers and old-fashioned service oriented philosophy is underscored by two of the businesses' newest offerings for patrons visiting the north Pierce county store.

Enterprising store owners Reggie Starkey and John Brehmer have taken a much appreciated and much needed service 24 hour accessible post office boxes which has been fondly recalled in the experience of this recent area shopper by former nostalgic patrons of businesses which previous served the Fife/Milton/Edgewood community at the same location of which this link to a photo of one and the same is now available.

During the interim - former customers had to head either to Milton or Puyallup in order to enjoy the service of a post office box - and while the drive in a vehicle was shorter than the horse and buggies of the pioneer past, the convenience is genuinely appreciated!

2nd Hand Treasures is now authorized United States Postal Service shippers which will be a great boon to area residents during the busy upcoming winter holiday season and save precious gasoline dollars as well. As for the conversation? If you are strapped for time they'll give you the same quick and efficient service you would receive at any of their competitors.

Fife's Newest U-Haul Authorized Dealer

In addition, persons contemplating a change of address either in the general local or across the nation will be delighted to know that the store has also received word they have been accepted to offer customers authorized services as a U-Haul Authorized Dealer. So whether you are moving or if your holiday packages are of more unconventional size and you'd really prefer to not to ship them by USPS but deliver them wrapped and in-person yourself - the staff at 2nd Hand Treasures will be more than happy to assist you or answer your U-Haul questions at 877-272-0508.

Another Day Of Love

2011-10-25T09:51:00.000-07:00

A Fall Morning, another school day. At school, work, home, again for another day, each one of us has to choose to either enjoy loving and being loved or to let ourselves get chooked and drowned again in our fears, hurts, and frustrations.
Or is it possible that we can choose to enjoy working through our fears, hurts, and frustrations, and sharing ourselves with others, strengths and weaknesses, worry marks, warts, and overall beauty?
Beneath our proud protector, Mount Rainier, I rejoice to see

Life lovingly going on...

Java Tacoma Perks Again November 4-19

2011-10-24T17:16:00.000-07:00

Above: Three cast members from "Java Tacoma: Episode 38" courtesy Dukesbay Productions. (Photo by Jason Ganwich)

One of Tacoma's youngerand totally homegrown theatre production companies takes the stage to bring South Sound audiences a second annual helping of Java Tacoma November 4-19 during an exclusive engagement at Trinity Presbyterian Church.

Dukesbay Productions , dedicated to showcasing talented area playwrights and artists of all ethnicities headed up by Tacoma actors and entertainment professionals Aya Hashiguchi and Randy Clark commissioned the series starting last year in 2010.

They are both delighted to share the original debut of their newest theatrical prodigy, yet another hilarious and heartwarming romp through the coffee grounds with local playwright Curtis B. Swanson aptly entitled "Episode 38: Friends, Neighbors and Siblings".

"Episode 38" continues to explore the lives and adventures of three lifelong female friends and coffee aficianados who daily touch bases, drink their brew and share, support and encourage each other at their all-time favorite and totally fictional Tacoma coffee house.

The plot involves notice that Perky's Coffee has just lost their lease. Java's own Kate and Jeri spring from their regular seats and into action hoping to completely rescue ot their beloved java joint. Strong performances are racked up by equally talented members: Samantha Camp, Mick Flaaen, Aya Hashiguchi, Demetrick Louis and Betzy Miller,

For tickets go to www. dukesbay.org. Readers will be pleased to note Java Tacoma is reasonably priced at $15.00 per person for audiences aged 13 (due to mild language and adult humor) and up and comes complete with complimentary cup of coffee or tea, and your choice of delicious locally prepared baked goods from the popular Blue Moon Tea in Tacoma.

World Food Day...October 16th

2011-10-13T10:29:00.000-07:00

I have never had to worry about where my next meal was coming from. My grandmother ran a wonderful restaurant in Houston, Texas in the early nineteen forties... "Mary Lou's Cafe." She always had a big pot of chilli and beans with wonderful cornbread on the stove for me when I came home from grade school in Houston and high school in Seattle.

These days I am having to learn how to eat healthily rather than "keep my stomach full." And I am glad I lived long enough to appreciate the difference between feeling full and being spiritually satisfied.

So many of our sisters and brothers have never had a chance to make that choice. And one of the time you and I are asked to reflect on their needs is this Sunday, October 16th.

That is the focus of Archbishop Tutu's Oxfam Reflection below.

Meet Our Neighbors at Fife's 2nd Hand Treasures!

2011-10-10T14:07:00.000-07:00

As I was unable to take a picture of Reggie Starkey and John Brehmer while visiting their new retail consignment venture 2nd Hand Treasures in Fife, WA it was necessary to do so as soon as possible. What's the point of writing about "In Our Neighborhood" if we can't be introduced to the wonderful people who make up the area?

While I've enjoyed shopping second hand and collectible stores for more years than I can count with and without friends, being that this little treasure in the heart of Fife has become my most recent favorite shopping destination I'm happy to report that this bit of unfinished business "In Your Neighborhood" has been speedily taken care of.

So without further ado, may I introduce you to the guys. Better yet, plan a trip to the store and let them know you've come visit on a tip!

Above: 2nd Hand Treasures Owner, Reggie Starkey.

Above:2nd Hand Treasures Owner, John Brehmer.

Local Men From Fife's 2nd Hand Treasures Aim High To Warm Hearts, Build Community

2011-10-01T16:22:00.000-07:00

Above: Not without a sense of humor, independent minded Fife entrepreneurs Reggie Starkey and John Brehmer include a bit of time to coax a smile from patrons touring constantly changing inventories in the South Sound store as evidenced by this recent sign on display.

Above: Much loved items such as this beautiful wooden hutch vie for attention at Fife's newest shopping destination - a thrift and consignment bonaza by the name of 2nd Hand Treasures which aims to pair much loved donated items with brand new owners , supporting several local charities and building a bit more community paralell to a busy section of I-5 S. and along an equally bustling section of Pacific Highway S. Photo copyright 2011 by Mizu M. Sugimura.

While big rigs and commuters daily fly through the busy intersection in front of Fife's famous Poodle Dog restaurant (a local destination and hangout for several generations of patrons since 0000) the new owners of 2nd Hand Treasures a local non-profit have been dedicating much time and careful effort Reggie Starkey and John Brehmer have pooled a thick resume of retail skills and highly polished people skills to pump much needed life and energy into the community west of this highly popular and bustling corner.

Having spent a good many of their formative years growing up in the South Sound communities both men have returned to the fold to gather a team of volunteers and help raise much needed funds in a challenging economic era for a number of local charities as well as contributing to the health, wealth, vigor and sense of community that were sorely challenged since the closing of the previously loved and fondly remembered pharmacy and postal outlet at the same location in years past.

Starkey is especially pleased to fund among their selected charities research and resources dedicated to persons suffering symptoms related to vitiligo, a condition related to depigmentation of patches on the skin of which one of the most famous persons having to deal with it was the late, great showman and entertainer Michael Jackson.

Vitiligo has regretfully made a personal appearance in Starkey's own family. He and one of his siblings have been challenged by the condition since they were teenagers, especially difficult because the original diagnosis came in the late 1970's years before the more widespread publicity and media coverage which surrounded Jackson.

2nd Hand Treasures' Starkey and Brehmer paint for this bloggeer a vision of a friendly, warm, welcome and informal gathering place where people, resources and helpful solutions to the basic and everyday concerns of area residents of all ages can be addressed in a caring new community remiscient of the city's rich historical past.

To that end the pair recently secured permission to serve as a new postal outlet by offering residents a place to both send and receive packages via the US Postal Service and will be offering area citizens wishing to rent a post office box in town another opportunity to do so. Coming just ahead of the opening of a new city library a few months into the future, 2nd Time Treasures will deliver it's own brand singularly new energy coursing through the veins of town as Fife heads toward the middle of her second decade in this new century.

From a newly arrived young retail employee on her lunch hour looking for a boxspring to support a recently purchased mattress in her new apartment to a seasoned gentleman of indeterminate years hoping to add to his highly discriminating collection of vintage memorabilia, both Starkey and Brehmer believe they can offer area residents a variety of viable options by combining value as well as thrift in one great single package!

Above: All items in this snapshot are previously owned.

Recent customers may have noticed some changing developments in products and services being offered at the location over the stores initial transitional phase. One of the initial store-within-a-store tenant RJ'S Helicopters has already left the fold to set-up elsewhere. Brehmer has undertaken an inititative to offer Avon Products through the store and undertaking a new working relationship for this time-honored company for which he has shown increasing enthusiasum.

Another fairly new and budding development involves an application for the store to become a dealer for U-Haul and offer products and services associated with the brand under the same roof. More innovations may soon follow as the owners assess the skills of their volunteers and developing needs of newly acquired store customers and friends.

As such Brehmer and Starkey represent perhaps the best and most positive attributes of newer activity in the area of local retail in these changing economic times which ought to be watched -for these gentlemen insist that it must irrefutably be linked with the overall health and welfare of local shoppers, city residents, visitors, neighbors, nearby businesses, family and friends.

Below: This vintage typewriter was spotted by this reporter is an all-together quaint, welcome and friendly reminder of a fondly

remembered collegieate past, although my own Royal typewriter in the 7o's was even more aged

Below: A varied store inventory including gift items and card rack shown here will appeal to those customers looking for a quick and appropriate rememberance for some special someone! Photo copyright 2011 by Mizu Sugimura.

Random Acts of Camera

2011-09-27T12:58:00.000-07:00

Late afternoon sunlight caresses Quan Yin, Chinese Goddess of Compassion.


Sometimes it's not about a picture of the whole subject, but about having some fun with cropping.


Early morning...and a rose bush gone wild.

Purple asters mixed in with fennel for a Fall cascade.

Sunday, October 2, 2011... Associated Ministries Hunger Walk

2011-09-26T14:42:00.000-07:00

This Sunday,October 2, the Thirty First Annnual Associated Ministries Hunger Walk will be happening. The mighty runners and walkers will be putting those boots on the ground in Fort Steilacoom Park, 9601 Steilacoom Boulevard, Lakewood, Washington 98498.

Has this walk helped in feeding the hungry? This comes right from the website: "This annual event raises more than a quater million dollars for hunger relief!" The wonderful folks at Associated Ministries say that much more money is needed.
This is what Helen McGovern, Executive Direcotr of the emergency Food Network says: "Money raised through the Hunger Walk will allow us to purchase at least even semi-trucks full of nutritious food for those in need." She contines: "they have never seen the demand on local food banks as high as it is right now."
Here's the schedule:
12:00-1:30 p.m. -Registration
1:30 p.m. -Run Starts
2:00 p.m. -Walk starts
3:00 p.m. -Food and fun!

for map and directions:
http://www.associatedministries.org/

Variety and Color In Plenty At Federal Way Farmers Market

2011-09-22T22:07:00.000-07:00

Above and below: Surely nothing hits the spot in the summer quite like fresh produce brought home direct from

The Federal Way Farmer's Market (FWFM) has become a popular Saturday stop for many area residents over the past few years between the hours of 9:00 a.m. - 3:00 p.m. One of my dear friends is such a market stalwart that she actually made it into a frame in this year's FWFM video online.

Two weeks ago I was invited to accompay her to the market, set up now at it's second location at the north side of 320th Street (just up the gentle incline kitty corner to the Federal Way Transit Center) on a roomy site overlooking busy mall shoppers at The Commons. This year market organizers began experimenting with a select sample of vendors to cater to area crowds on Wednesday nights between 4:00 pm - 8:00 p.m. creating a different yet exciting vibe through the end of September.

Above: MMMMMMN! Now THIS is a peach! Photo by Mizu Sugimura.

Arriving there at mid-morning we discovered that whatever warm summer sun shone overhead the previous week had all but disappeared, dampening down the temperatures and painting the skies overhead into a scene resembling a typical Pacific Northwest day in mid-October. This year market managers have experimented with a distinct sample of vendors to cater to nearby crowds on Wednesday nights. The Wednesday's evening market creates yet more opportunities for local residents to enjoy something different in the heart of the town.

Fortunately the liquid sunshine that fell that day couldn't damper our spirits. One of my favorite produce purchases that afternoon was a novelty to me. It was round like an onion but varigated like a watermelon so I asked if it was a squash! After I inquired the vendor pulled out a trusty pocketknife, selected one of his samples and both peeled and sliced a sample for my tasting pleasure. Wow! It was both tart and lemony. Salads will never be the same at my house again!

Above: Dreaming of radishes.

Above: Who says ears of corn can't hear!

Above: There's simply no end to all of these

heartbreakingly perfect potatoes!

Waiting For Impact

2011-09-15T12:03:00.000-07:00

Suncatchers

How do you feel on a morning that you shouldn't really be here? Let me tell you. I'm looking at the tide rippling its way out of Joe's Bay, the sun playing peekaboo in and out of clouds scudding across the Sound, looking at leaves trembling in the breeze, and light of the morning playing through my suncatchers, like a moving stained glass window...and I'm feeling so lucky, so happy to be here, in this crazy world. It is so good to be alive and not broken!

Yesterday was Anna's doctor's appointment, so we headed to West Seattle, then to a friend's house near Husky Stadium, for a visit. Traffic was beginning to build up for the afternoon as we merged onto 520, heading west towards I-5. The lane we were in came to a full stop from congestion up ahead. I braked and kept my eyes moving, as my father taught me, from front window to side mirrors and then the rear-view mirror.

What I saw made my heart go cold and heavy...and time slowed down to details, in sections of seconds. I made some kind of noise because Anna quickly turned in her seat. We both saw a small black car coming up on us...FAST! I wondered if this was to be the end, held the steering wheel, pushed my foot further down on the brake and closed my eyes, trapped, waiting for impact.

At the last possible moment, the young driver managed to swerve, missing us, but then lost control and smacked head-first, into the concrete median wall. I opened my eyes at the sound and saw back end of his car raise high in the air, as his head went into the deployed airbag. The line of cars in front of us began to move so I pulled a little further forward, allowing traffic room to pass through and told my daughter to call 911. In shock, Anna still kept her cool and gave the operator the situation and our location. Meanwhile, the young man got out of his car, dazed, with blood streaming from his nose.

Barely two minutes had passed but cars were now amassing behind and beginning to weave between his Chevy and our little Nissan. Anna relayed that to the 911 operator and asked if we should stay, as witnesses, or move. A car had stopped in the lane behind him and the people were talking to the young man, seeing if he was alright. The operator told Anna that she had her phone number and we should continue on home.

We talked about what just happened as we joined the southbound auto-flow out of Seattle, to 16 west and over the Narrows. We had to stop for prescriptions in Gig Harbor, and it was then we both began to feel the shock wear off and the oncoming tightness of our bodies' reactions. Anna told the woman filling her prescriptions what had happened and repeated what she had told me. She said, when she looked back at the car coming for us, she saw the guy was looking down in his lap and then suddenly looked up, just in time to pull at his wheel and spare us.

It was the woman behind the counter who suggested that might have meant the young man was texting as he drove.

This morning, my little world in the Aerie above Joe's Bay seems more beautiful than ever. I drink the view in and give my thanks for still being here. I hope that young man is alright, with nothing more than a broken nose. I hope he is grateful for living through the impact of this lesson. We are fragile beings, hurtling ourselves through the air inside these high-powered machines. Every move we make, every moment our eyes and mind stray from being Captain of the cockpit, we risk not only our own, but everyone's life on the road around us. This should be our first thought as we strap ourselves in.

Kudos and thanks go to the 911 operator who led Anna calmly through giving information and then instructed us to leave the scene. Indeed, this morning I give thanks for all 911 operators and First Responders. Bless you in your work...and in your commute!

Ten Years Later

2011-09-11T17:18:00.000-07:00

I can't seem to call it an anniversary, rather, a marker of time and our steps to remember. I remember trying to get in touch with my son first, perhaps near the hell, with me three thousand miles away. Oh the relief of hearing his voice. It was the only call that seemed to go through for me that day, and the next two weeks were spent trying to find everyone we knew.

What I did know, was that 'my firemen'...my guys, were decimated. I sang to them, I served them in a Queens bar for years. Two days after, this song just wrote itself...then Uptone Studios in Tacoma donated time, and musicians, singers, kids, dogs...all came in and poured our hearts into this song.

Then mayor of Gig Harbor, Gretchen Wilbert, included the CD in GH's official gift to NYC, and a NY Fireman came a year later, hugged me and said thank you.

In the following few months, after that awful day, everyone was more patient, more kind. It seemed an enemy without created more of a family within. Firemen everywhere were treated with respect and loving kindness, for the realization of what they truly lay on the line, every day, with their job. But we began to forget the heroes in our backyards, and each other, a few months in.

I find myself a bag of emotional guts today. With our humble thanks to heroes everywhere, the musicians of Tacoma send this out, with love.

Late Summer Pictorial

2011-09-09T13:35:00.000-07:00

Seems like ages since I had fun putting some pictures on the blog, so come and walk with me on these warm late summer days. We can watch the sun dance upon an incoming teal tide.

Most of the honeysuckle flowers have given way to bright red berries, but a few remain knotted with purple clematis on the side gate.

Blackberries are everywhere, in every stage from hard green knuckles to soft, sweet, dark pearls. Huckleberries are just beginning to turn blue, making me think of my friend Trish's Huckleberry Buckle...mmmmmmm, yeah! Apples are large and green, ripening for some autumn applesauce. These are the glorious days, when friends drop by with squash and lettuce spilling from their arms, oh happy harvest!

I love to spend quiet mornings in the side "Buddha Garden," welcoming each day. I chose flowers that were the colours of the Dalai Lama's robes, to honour the Buddha of Compassion.

Glorious evenings to enjoy, especially at the house of good friends on the west side, overlooking Case Inlet and the Olympic Mountains. Enjoy these days in paradise!

A Birthday Gift

2011-09-08T18:42:00.000-07:00

Friday, September 9, is my birthday. I had the privilege of leading my religious community in prayer today, the eight. Fifty years ago, on September 7, I first joined the Society of Jesus. Since I entered, Malcolm X, John Kennedy, Martin Luther King, and Robert Kennedy have been cruelly killed.
In one of my classes I had the opportunity to meet Huey Newton. While I worked at Seattle University I attended a lecture given by Elridge Cleaver. I have visited the grave of Frederick Douglass. I have spoken to FBI men following an arson fire in Tacoma, Washington. I was targeted in Tacoma by a local hate group.
I have attended the funerals of my grandmother, uncle, stepfather, mother, and three of my closest women friends.
I have begun to consider my own dying. And this evening I had an opportunity,at the Mass, to talk about my wonderful grandmother. She wanted to be a nun, was sold to an African American minister who married her. She got away from him, married again, was abandoned by her husband. She and my mother took care of me and made sure I got to attend a very good high school and college.
I highlighted my grandmother's courage, prayerfulness, commitment to service, and love for God and all people.
She and my mother taught me how to love deeply and persistently. What a great gift they are to me.

A Most Precious Sunday Afternoon

2011-09-06T07:49:00.000-07:00

The one thirty pm worship gathering at St. Leo's in Tacoma, hosted by Native Americans, is becoming one of my happiest moments. I enjoy feeling welcomed and accepted there. I value the sincerity, honesty, and affection. of the members of that Catholic group.
Many of them have seen very hard times and they continue to keep working to encourage other Native Americans and other human beings to live honestly and compassionately.
Father Pat Touhy, a member of the Society of Jesus, was the leader of worship. He is a creative, open, and loving human being. He is the beautiful man on the right in the picture.
The little child in the picture kep the Mass going, moving, talking... what a joy to be around such a beautiful person. His mom and dad are thoughtful and warm human beings.

I left the Mass that Sunday feeling refreshed. I am so very grateful.

Come to the Table

2011-09-05T08:29:00.000-07:00

On Sunday, August 28^th the Martin Luther King Jr.National Memorial in Washington D.C. was supposed to have been dedicated. Though Hurricane Irene has delayed the eventuntil sometime in September, this commercial’s invitation to, “Come to thetable of brotherhood,” had been taken literally by my daughter Anna. She requested our family come to the tabletogether and that our conversation take on this ceremony and celebration. So we gathered on that Sunday for a delicious dinnerof pizza, fruit-salad, and peach crumble, all made by my son, on this late summerevening.

We enjoyed a wonderful conversation between two generationswho had lived in New York, tasting the full flavour of a delicious Americanmelting pot. I raised my children, nowadults, not to, “…judge by the colour of anyone’s skin, but by the content oftheir character,” after I was raised in a home of prejudice and assumedrighteous order. But it is never amatter of simple choice made, no further work necessary.

Silence is the biggest perpetrator of prejudice, so we mustvow to keep this conversation going, with our selves and each other. After my last post (the Japanese-AmericanExclusion Memorial Wall on Bainbridge) someone opined that the wartimeincarceration of Japanese-Americans was for their protection. Anna and I knew better and, because ofconversations we were fortunate enough to be a part of, we could carry theconversation forward.

When I asked someone to refrain from prejudicial jokes, Iwas informed it was certainly NOT prejudice…as long as that ethnicity was NOTin the room at the time. Yeah…I’d laughat the backwards logic (and assumption of anyone’s purely Caucasian familytree) but it’s chilling in its implication of NOT being invited to the table,and it’s sad to see the conversation broken down to righteous, chilled…silence. Women of every ethnicity understand the slapof dismissal.

All relationships require ongoing awareness, for growth, andwe must realize prejudice is so subliminally stuck, for lack ofconversations. We separate byunnecessary ethnic description, by complicit silence at slurs and jokes. We separate by not respectfully asking abouteach other’s lives, cultures and beliefs, by not listening to each other’sstories for the common thread of humanity. We separate by not believing that everyone’s different story is what makesthis country.

Dr. King, we’ve made some marvelous strides, with a lot ofwork, since you were taken from us. There’s many a mile in this journey yet, but if we all gather at thetable, Sir, we will give each other the nourishment to see your dream becomeAmerica.

The Debt... A Study In Human Interaction

2011-09-03T16:03:00.000-07:00

I enjoyed going to the Narrows Theatre and seeing "The Debt" Saturday afternoon.

I've decided (thank the good Lord, to get out more and see and feel and
enjoy life. For me, it's time to clown!!!

(If anyone knows where I can go and catch some live jazz in Tacoma, without a large cover charge, please let me know... I'm missing the music and the jazz loving folks a lot.)

The star in the film, Helen Mirren took me on a very important journey in this family. This was no either/or film... bad girls and good girls. No she choose to lead a violent life because she and her companions believed that, in the name of justice, they had to kidnap a medical doctor who had killed thousands of people in a prison camp during World War II...kidnap and conver up what they had done for years.

The questions I came home with is could I choose to live a life based on lies for a month, a year, many years and would I be willing to live with the consequences of telling the truth about my fears and failures.

The Debt is a beautifully put together film that, I am sure, will get you thinking. Anybody who has seen Debt, what do you think?

“Nidoto Nai Yoni” Let It Not Happen Again

2011-08-08T19:31:00.000-07:00

Saturday, Aug. 6^th, it was my privilege to attend the dedication ceremony for Bainbridge Island’s Japanese-American Exclusion Memorial Wall. This tribute, a satellite of Minidoka Internment National Monument in Jerome Idaho, has been built on the site where 276 Americans of Japanese descent were forced to leave their homes and island lives on Bainbridge during WWII. Boarding a ferry, March 30^th 1942, escorted by soldiers with bayonets attached to their rifles, ultimately, these Nikkei were bound for internment camps within their own country. Executive Order #9066, signed by their own president, put law-abiding Americans into prison camps behind barbed-wire fences for duration of the war to end all wars.

It was fellow IYN blogger, Mizu Sugimura, who began my real education on this unsteady chapter in American history, with her passion for truth to be heard and wounds healed, so that America can move forward. Mizu’s personal essays, right here in our TNT cyber-neighbourhood, touched me to the core and made me want to learn how to, “Nidoto nai yoni.” Key Pen neighbour and friend, Jan Buday, shared more stories, increasing my understanding. Both strong women are open with their families’ history; both vibrant artists are invested in healing their country.

Jan told me last year about the Memorial Wall being built. Her husband, John Buday, a designer specializing in Timber-Framing, became Project Manager. He designed the gates and pavilion on the grounds of the memorial, as well as timber frame design of the interpretive center, meeting room and wooden upper-half of the wall. I believe it was a labour of love, love for his family, for his craft and for healing in his country.

The air was festive Saturday, with many old friends reuniting for the completed wall’s dedication. In front of a small stage by the entrance, were rows of reserved seats for attending survivors of the 276. Brightly coloured Origami cranes hung down each metal post, either side of the stage, more of them available on strings of three, for people to hang them next to names on the wall. Jan herself folded over a thousand cranes…close, it was estimated, to the number of people who were in attendance.

Standing at the side of the stage, I was delighted to be joined by Lucy Ota. I recognized her beautiful crane pin, made only for the exclusion survivors. She whispered, in the middle of the last speech, that she didn’t think she could have made it through such a crowd, to her reserved seat. Meaningful memories of heartfelt speeches, standing with Lucy, joining several hundred people in singing America The Beautiful; how did I get so lucky, to be present at the healing, honouring end of a near-seventy-year local wound in this country’s history? I felt quite overwhelmed by emotion.

Those of us covering Saturday’s dedication were allowed to make our way down to the wall first, splaying ourselves just beyond entry to photograph the survivors as they came through. Everyone applauded the procession as they made their way down the gravel path to the memorial. Red, white and blue ribbons tied across the archway waited to be cut by one hundred year-old, Fumiko Hayashida who, dressed in stylish forties garb, was subject of an iconic photograph from the exclusion, carrying her baby girl. Daughter Kayo held the ribbons up for her mother.

Silver-haired Elders laughed, sharing their stories and lives, “As kids we always had fun with our friends,” said Sally, who was nine years old when taken, “Lucy and I would fight like cats and dogs,” she said, giggling and poking at Lucy’s arm. Another woman approached, excited to show us all her gift of wood and granite, pieces from the wall’s construction made into a tactile memory to take home.

I must compliment those who had the vision of this wall’s design…for it worked as perfectly as you dreamed it! When the ribbons fell back, Bainbridge Island American survivors of exclusion and families began pouring through the archway, spilling gently like water down their wall towards the harbour. I sat on a big stone at top of the hill, watching a healing flow, feeling the complicated journey of America. Smiles spread across faces and laughter began bubbling its way back up the curved waves of this graceful wood and granite memorial. Hands touched names, plaques and pictures along the wall’s course, like a living river reaches to touch its guiding banks in passing, a story in every bend, a healing in every story heard.

For more on the Bainbridge Island Japanese-American Exclusion Memorial Wall, click on these link below.

http://www.bijac.org/index.php?p=MEMORIALIntroduction

http://www.bijac.org/index.php?p=MEMORIALDesignElements

Beyond the Borders: August 6th., Longbranch

2011-08-05T17:24:00.000-07:00

Ah, those lazy, hazy, crazy days of Summer…yes folks they have come, albeit limping, into our neighbourhoods, up and down the Sound. At the beginning of August, the world begins to bring its balance back towards the Equinox. Of course this means it’s time, on the Key Peninsula, to groove with the world in music, peace and love…with two great local organizations. That’s right friends, this Saturday, August 6^th. comes another “Beyond the Borders” music and art festival, brought to you by the Longbranch Improvement Club and Two Waters Arts Alliance.

This festival is the jewel of Summer on the Key, and this year promises to sparkle. There will be Steel Drums to take you to the Islands, Latin Jazz to get your hips moving, and so much more (you can check the Key Peninsula News, online, for exact line-up and schedule) in this noon-to-six music program. It would not be Longbranch without a great Drum Circle, wonderful food, and a relaxed beer and wine garden. TWAA will have a show of works to satiate your eyes and everywhere you stroll, whether it be inside our beautiful hall or outside on the grounds, you will feel a committed community that welcomes a world-journey, and keeps young by celebrating the Arts!

Beyond the Borders was created by Longbranch neighbour, Mark Runions, so I asked him to tell me its story. Turning it over to Mark….

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In answer to your questions about the germination of Beyond the Borders: it was as much a slip of the tongue as anything else. A few Two Waters folks and I were sitting around after participating at a re-creation of Pioneer Days at the Civic Center about 6 years ago. Two Waters had funded live music for the event, and I wasn’t too thrilled with the music – one rock band after another – and I think I threw out the idea of bringing in some more interesting live music to the Key Peninsula. I remember suggesting zydeco and klezmer. People seemed to like the idea. On the spot, I said we could put on a sort of festival, maybe combined with an art show, and food, maybe with an international flavor, maybe call it “Beyond the Borders” or something. Bingo!

At that time, I was the only person involved in both TWAA and the LIC, so I approached the LIC about helping put on such an event, and donating the use of their grounds. Again, I received a positive response. It fit well with their “mission statement.” Carolyn Wiley in particular supported the idea, and really helped rally the LIC troops. TWAA committed to fund the music component and to organize an art show.

I became the coordinator in part because I had opened my big mouth.

There’s more to the story of course. But all along I have wanted Beyond the Borders to be a welcoming, open and friendly, and somewhat low-key event, with the hope that the local folks could enjoy a special event in their own back yard while experiencing the sights and sounds and tastes of other cultures. I did not want to see corporate banners flying and did not want to re-create the atmosphere of a county fair, with vendors and hawkers competing for your attention and dollars.

So, after 5 years, it’s still a pretty seat-of-the-pants operation to get Beyond the Borders off the ground. I think it has strengthened the ties of communication and friendship between the LIC and TWAA specifically, and the South KP with the rest of the Key in general. It takes a lot of time and energy to organize, and especially now, to keep costs down. And it takes the help of many volunteers to make it happen, and that’s good because we’ve seen that it’s actually sort of fun to work together towards a common goal, especially in the mad rush of Saturday morning when people join in to create a festival site in 3 hours flat!

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Thank you Mark!

So neighbours, bring your worldly appetites and those dancing feet…or hearts, jump on westbound hwy.16 to the Purdy Exit, hang a left at the first lights you see and head down the Key Peninsula Highway to Longbranch…World Central on the first Saturday of August.

Local Women Returns a Warrior Despite Mud, Rain, and Obstacles

2011-07-19T07:56:00.000-07:00

On Sunday, July 17th, this writer participated in the Warrior Dash in North Bend, a muddy romp of sports madness. To read all about the ~~misadventures~~ good times, click HERE to see it on Gritty City Woman!

Button, Button

2011-07-17T08:31:00.000-07:00

When I was a child my mother kept a jar of buttons. I thought it was fascinating. The buttons were all sizes, colors and textures. Mother had saved them from clothing that had worn out and could tell you about the pieces the salvaged buttons had come from. They told stories of clothing my parent had owned before I was born in much the same way my grandmother’s quilts did of an even earlier time. If a button was lost from one of my father’s white shirts that he wore to work at the Boeing Company, out came the buttons for the search for another. My parents were raised during the Great Depression and didn’t throw away much.

I don’t think buttons have ever been inexpensive. Go to Joann Fabrics and price buttons now and you won’t want to pay $5 for a card of four buttons just to replace one on a cuff or front placket. Even now it’s good to have a jar of buttons on hands. I save several. Besides saving them from our family’s worn-out clothing I’ve purchased them, but not on expensive cards at a retail store. Obviously my mother and I are not the only old ladies with jars of buttons. Other old women pass away and their families don’t realize the treasure they’ve been left in those jars and the jars end up at barn sales and thrift stores.

My most recent acquisitions came from my ex-mother-in-law. When Mom C passed away and Dad C went to live in assisted living my children and grandchildren were invited to come to the house and take whatever they wanted. My then six-year-old grandson Gabriel wanted his Great-Grandma’s buttons. They sat untouched in his room for a year until his mother decided that space being at a premium, the buttons would have to make way for action figures and puzzles. Because Gabriel was saving money for a personal DVD player I offered to buy them from him and he readily accepted.
Mom C’s collection of buttons was huge and fascinating. And too good to keep to myself. While sorting through the vast collection, sorting them by color, I found some so unusual that I knew that there was a future for them beyond the possibility of my children sending them to the thrift store sometime in the future. I have a friend whom I’ve known since high school who is an artist. Marlys sews what she terms wearable art from fabric she finds in thrift stores and since many pieces are shirts running the gamut from mid-century pop to the exotically beautiful. Some of the buttons were so small I could not see how they could be anything but decoration and I knew that Marlys would know what to do with them as well as some sets of unusual buttons that were just screaming her name. I popped them into the mail for what Marlys declared was Christmas in July.

My buttons don’t just sit on a closet shelf waiting for some clothing malfunction. To me they are art. The jar with the red and green ones comes out at Christmas to nestle amongst vintage ornaments on the breakfront in my kitchen. The purple ones sit in a jar with my amethyst glassware in an antique kitchen cupboard. I have oranges and yellows for fall and jars of white, blue, black and pink. I know that people sell vintage buttons in shops and on eBay and since I will be getting a pay cut come fall, I might try my hand at it.

Equines Subject of Annual Art Show at Auburn's Emerald Downs

2011-07-07T22:48:00.000-07:00

For years the popular track at Emerald Downs in Auburn has provided a fitting backdrop for an annual summer juried show of art specifically devoted to all things equine.

The Equine Art Show was originally envisioned by hosts as a vehicle to introduce and hopefully to successfully sell the merits of the then brand new and beautiful facility for audiences unfamiliar or heretofore disinterested or indifferent to the venue.

It is sponsored by the Washington Thoroughbred Foundation, Washington Thoroughbred Breeders Association and Emerald Downs and is celebrating its twelveth consecutive year at the facility. Since those very early days not only was the primary goal soundly met - but the competition has on its own built a delightfully strong and loyal following of its own.

Above: Equine Art Show attendee Mary Ehlis admires this superlative carved horse head.

Viewers of all ages enjoyed last night the opportunity to examine work in a bevy of artistic styles, techniques and perspectives including equines depicted through such diverse mediums as: oil, watercolor, pen, pencil, acrylic, charcoal and pastel. Entrants employed skills from the worlds of collage, sculpture, woodcarving, metalwork, black/white and digital color photography, quilting and papier mache. This year $5,000 in prize money was awarded. And children and teen entrants shared a pot totaling $750.00.

Above: This detailed work sprung brilliantly forth via the visionary mind and busy hands of a veteran quilter.

You've Read It Here: "Divorce Party" - A Good Summer Read

2011-07-05T11:32:00.000-07:00

At the first take, Laura Dave's 2008 book The Divorce Party (Penguin Books) hardly seems like a perfect summer read - but mere titles can be deceiving. It's tight and easily written which fills one seasonal requirement. The other is that yes - Dave's tome is quite satisfying, so much so that it's just as possible the story will actually leave you better than before. After finishing it this morning, I can personally testify that it had just this same effect upon me.

Dave's novel follows the thread of two women one whom is about to be married and going to the groom's childhood home to meet his parents for the first time and a woman whose thirty-something year marriage has gone south. Everything comes to a head at a divorce party, which is planned by the elder to commemorate the last social event which will be held during a storm in the beautiful old Victorian family house in the Hamptons.

Having observed the closing of a similar life chapter in far more humble circumstances than Dave's characters in real time, I'll happily vouch for it's timeliness, depth and charm. Lastly, any author with such an able command of all three is worthy of a crisp salute and well worth an effort to explore. A+.

Taiko Drums, Dancing, Summer Foods Burst Into Bloom at 65th Tacoma Buddhist Temple Bon Odori

2011-06-27T06:39:00.000-07:00

Above: Colorful yukata such as these modeled by these lovely young ladies shown in a snapshot here provided by organizers of the 2011 Tacoma Buddhist Temple Bon Odori may become a part of your own summer Bon Odori Memories.

Our lives in the South Sound are often busy and action packed, so we are especially lucky to enjoy such splendid scenic outdoor venues close at hand to savor a few moments of the quiet, serene and beautiful. You're in luck because the best of both worlds can be on your plate on Saturday, July 30, from 5:00 p.m – 9:00 pm at the annual Tacoma Buddhist Temple Bon Odori Dance and Food Festival.

For decades festival organizers have warmly extended a welcome to members of the public and persons outside the temple who might want to attend. It's a much-looked forward summer treat and bonding experience on my family's summer calendar for a number of years. Take friends, your family or even a neighbor to enjoy traditional Japanese festival dancing, music, memorial candle lighting, taiko drum demonstrations and plenty of delicious Japanese edibles.

The Bon Odori (or O-Bon) has it's roots in tradition with a much loved custom in the more leisurely days of summer in old country to set aside a special time each year to enjoy, connect, remember, celebrate and honor friends, family and fellow townsfolk in our lives who have since died or come before us.

Locally the Bon Odori has been ably hosted by Tacoma Buddhist Temple for sixty-five years and has played a rich part in the hearts and memories of many area citizens beyond its original following in the Japanese-American community over a half-century ago.

A brand new feature of this year's festival will mark the opening of beer garden offering adults and their guests an opportunity to sit back and enjoy sake or local beer. Tacoma Buddhist Temple is located three blocks west of the UW Tacoma campus at 1717 Fawcett Street. Mark your calendars and plan to attend! For more information about the Tacoma Buddhist Temple and the upcoming Bon Odori click here.

Living The Truth

2011-06-24T07:11:00.000-07:00

Today, in the Roman Catholic Church we remember proudly Jesus' cousin, John the Baptist. Here is a reflection from Living With Christ, "..daily companion for praying and living the Eucharist:"John the Baptist is like a first draft for Jesus. They were alike in some ways: they were cousins, almost the same age; both came from the desert, urging people to a different way of life..."

I am proud to know John the Baptist because he knew his strengths and limitations, that he was called to tell the truth to his community and that he was willing to die for that truth.

He is one of those wonderful human beings who move me to speak and act respectfully, with intergrity, and compassion every day. I would prefer to hide in a corner and, watch other folks trying to love themselves, others, and life. Today I shall try to be a little more compassionate.

What do you think of folks like John the Baptist?

Sunny Summer Afternoon

2011-06-16T14:41:00.000-07:00

School is over. Teachers getting their grades in. Students who are choosing to clear and clean and attend to various parts of the school during the summer take time on this sunny day to eat and talk.

Lots of life happening here this quiet day.

Teachers will be getting ready for next year. Young folks will be working and, hopefully, enjoying friends and families.

Summer school will be starting soon.

Pentecost... ???....!!!

2011-06-11T08:53:00.000-07:00

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When I was a boy in Texas (1940-1952) I enjoyed going to church on Pentecost Sunday because when the service was over the whole family would come together for a big meal and then we would go to a movie.

In my seminary years I enjoyed worship on Pentecost because I was beginning to appreciate that God loved me and, if I did what I was told to do sincerely and as best I could, I would probably go to heaven after I died.

After Martin King was assassinated I enjoyed worship during the Pentecost Season because I was finding more and more people who were willing to work with me to make this world a better place for everyone.

Today I enjoy Pentecost because I am experiencing God loving me through the open, unconditional love women and men of all races share with me and the peace and joy I feel as I choose to unconditionally share my time and resources with other human beings.

What does Pentecost mean to you...

Get Local Business Fest Supports and Highlights University Place Businesses and You Can Too

2011-06-09T16:02:00.000-07:00

University Place, it's time to get local!

The city of University Place is holding a Get Local Business Fest on Saturday, July 30th from
10:00 AM to 2:00 PM on the Market Square directly in front of the new University Place Library. All University Place businesses and citizens are cordially invited to participate in this exciting event that blends information, community building, and fun all into one.

Local business participants will have the opportunity to showcase their products and services. Retailers, service provides and home-based businesses are all encouraged to join the festivities.

For University Place residents, at this free event, you will have the chance to meet and learn about all the great businesses in your community. Shopping locally not only supports the local economy, but it helps a community thrive and grow.

There's more. All proceeds from the Get Local fest benefit a local non-profit organization: the University Place Community Supported Parks and Recreation. This terrific organization supports youth, teen, and senior citizens in the community.

Want to get involved? For more information or to reserve a vendor space for $100, please contact Patty Mannie at 253-208-0135 or email her at pmannie@comcast.net.

No Reason To Cry

2011-06-06T14:34:00.000-07:00

Two more weeks of school here at Bellarmine. I remember the last few weeks before the summer started just dragged. I did not know what the summer would bring and I really was not looking forward to final tests but I was looking forward to the school year being over.

At the same time I could look back at another year when I and my classmates had worked really hard in the classroom, the sports field, in various community services, in various moments in the band or the glee club or the debate team, and see that, just like the students in the arts class at Bellarmine whose wonderful drawings are shown above, we had shared our gifts and time wonderfully well.

Thank God for giving us many chances to share our gifts, for our families, friends, classmates and their families and friends who affirmed us, and for fall and winter and spring and summer.

From Liberty To Freedom-- Six Civic Principles

2011-06-04T09:33:00.000-07:00

In his wonderful book, A Black Way of Seeing, Paul Robeson's son, Paul Robeson Jr., lists six principles which I would like to practice daily.

1. Strive for excellence, try to be the best that you can possibly be. Aim for perfection instead of merely tring to "beat" others.

2. Success without advancing the interests of our people as a whole, without helping those who have fallen behind, is worth little.

3. The human race is one family, with diverse but equal members having different cultures, and a deeper understanding of one's own culture will inevitably lead to a better understanding of other cultures.

4. Personal growth is the mother of greatness; but its price is pain and perseverance.

5. Temper strength and power with gentleness and compassion; balance courage with wisdom.

6. Don't go along to get along. Be willing to do what you know is right.

I found this wonderful book at the Tacoma Public Library, Main Branch.

A Thank You to Governor Gregoire:

2011-05-31T12:26:00.000-07:00

Well, it happened just like that, May has come to a close. It's hard to believe how fast the months click by, especially May, with Lyme-Awareness being our focus. It's still so hard to reach the front-line doctors in our rural communities, and politicians on any level. That has not stopped the Lyme community from working our corners and wearing the Lyme-green. This year, a march of that same Lyme-green outside the White House got President Obama's attention enough to send someone out. As a senator, he had sent an aide to NatCapLyme's screening of "Under Our Skin" so I know our efforts are paying-off to reach as far as we can with our very real message. This year there have been walk-a-thons, even virtual walk-a-thons for Lyme, in many different states.

I have big plans to try and organize a "Swim-a-thon" for next May, at our Easter Seals Camp on the Key, Camp Stand-By-Me, so stay tuned for news along the way. For this year, I was a one-woman Lyme-Awareness show in Purdy for two afternoons, standing with my sign, "Lyme Lives Here," giving the passing cars my warmest smile and big happy waves. On the bottom of the sign I wrote www.knowlyme.com for those who wanted a comprehensive look at both the disease and politics. I was pleased to see hundreds of conversations start in cars that were turning onto our Key Peninsula. One truckload of young people pulled into the parking lot behind me, so that one could come and ask what Lyme is! It's moments like that which give me hope.

Do you know, a surgeon I had to go and see at the beginning of this year actually told me she moved to Washington with her husband and children because she truly believed we did not have ticks out here! She promised her children that was true, after having to pick dozens of ticks off them in Missouri. This is an educated medical doctor...thankfully one who willingly sat and listened to the education I had to give her. I wish I could reach the main clinic and doctor on this peninsula, who still refuses to entertain the idea that Lyme and other co-infections may be the root of some of his patients' problems. He was sure my daughter didn't have Lyme either, when she was in the very treatable first and second stages. I don't want to blame him...but I sure as hell want to educate him, as he continues to deny Lyme as a possibility. Denying a patient's very real symptoms because lab tests aren't good enough and show false negatives, denying a patient's very real symptoms because GP's have not educated themselves in clinical diagnoses, amounts to abuse of their patients.
Poster by Dale Goodvin

Let me ask beautiful breast cancer survivors, what if the doctor told you they didn't know why you had that lump, and why don't we wait and see what happens...here, have some painkillers and anti-depressants and stop whining? What if your doc said, come back in six months, and six months after that? Yes, once upon a time my sisters were thrown away because breast cancer was mostly a woman's disease and who cared, but they fought back with those rose-blush ribbons...until there was a river of pink, funding awareness and research. We plan on doing the same with this Lyme-green ribbon, for our loved ones. Lyme imitates over 300 other diseases, including ALS, Parkinson's, and the biggie for Washington State...MS.

So let me end our Lyme-Awareness month with some good news. After four years of trying, we now have an official proclamation declaring May Lyme-Awareness Month in Washington! It was signed by Governor Christine Gregoire on May 13th, and arrived in the mail May 26th. It was championed by my husband Matthew, and the governor's executive assistant, Kym Ryan. The fast-growing Lyme community in Washington state would like to humbly thank Gov. Gregoire and Kym Ryan very much for this initial step in acknowledging the disease. Obviously I would like the opportunity to sit down with our Governor, to educate her more about tick-borne infections caught right here in this state, introduce her to many patients who can tell her just that, and the cost of Lyme in Washington. You can see, the "whereas" points that talk about Lyme "being rare in Washington and most cases being caught out of state." Well, we know better than that...and until this problem is addressed, this state will see more and more of its citizens sick and on Disability. From an economic standpoint alone, it would behoove us to step up Lyme education in Washington, especially for our doctors. Even the CDC, which sticks to the conservative, admits Lyme is being under-reported by 13-15 times the numbers they list. The conservative numbers have increased by 44 times the number of reported cases eight years ago...and if a few hundred should actually be fifteen times that number?

Summer is about to break out some blue with June, so let's get out there and enjoy this wild beauty, knowledgeably. Say it with me now...wear light clothing...tuck pants in socks...wear a hat...carry a tick tool in your first-aid kit, and learn how to properly remove ticks...check yourself and each other, especially in hair, behind ears...and put those clothes in the dryer for twenty minutes.

Be safe out there. Cheers!

Reflections On Love And Service

2011-05-28T11:23:00.000-07:00

I could not put down "Magic Johnson: How I Survived 20 Years With HIV."
http://www.newsweek.com/2011/05/15/magic-johnson-20-years-of-living-with-hiv.html

I was delighted to read about his family's response to hearing that Mr. Johnson had aids:"My mom hung up the phone with me and got on a plane to come out here, my dad got on a plane, my brothers and sisters got on a place to come be with me. My aunts,my cousins-they all were getting on a plane. That's love, that's support, and that makes a world of difference in how well you fight the virus. I know that's a large part of why I'm still here today."

I found the picture of Mr. Johnson and his wife in the article inspiring. I was delighted to see that "in sickness and in health," Magic and Cookie Johnson stayed together.

I am moved by Mr. Johnson's commitment to helping other human beings, those who are suffering with Aids and other folks who are in need.

36 Turquoise Beads

2011-05-27T17:33:00.000-07:00

Beads resting upon a reproduction of a painting by Pat Thompson

I once bought a string of 36 turquoise beads that felt so good in my hands, each one sort of the size and shape of a piece of Chiklet gum. They now hang from a hook, here on my desk, always within easy reach of my hand. When I am frustrated, sad, or struggling, I reach for this strand of 36, each stone unique and cool between my fingers, and slowly work my way around the circle.

I begin where the line is knotted and caress the first piece of turquoise, saying thank you in my heart for something...anything. On certain days I can only begin with a thank you for the cup of tea just made but, as each pale stone comes between my thumb and forefinger, more comes to my mind to be grateful for. There is always the view out over Joe's Bay, whether sun shines or rain pours. There's always a tide coming or going to soothe my gaze, always more shades of green than one can fathom. Each turquoise bead pulls me to the next and my heart begins to ease, my mind coming into this beautiful moment.

Due to my daughter's chronic Lyme disease and its neurological involvement, I have wanted to study a bit about our human brains and recently bought a small book recommended by friends called, "My Stroke of Insight" by Jill Bolte Taylor, Ph.D. Dr. Taylor is a brain scientist who, at 37, suffered a massive stroke. Amazingly, she was able to study herself during the event and, after years of recovery, wrote this book in layman's terms for those of us not brain scientists. She begins by explaining our two brains, left and right, how they work and communicate together to make up intricate and individual minds. Then the good doctor takes us through the day of her stroke from the inside, a fascinating study. She wraps ups with the meaning of her title, simply and powerfully. I leave it to you to read her book for the full journey, but here is something that lit up the page for me.

Dr. Taylor explains how a feeling, say of anger or hurt, runs its physiological circuit in about ninety seconds, and then, she says, we can choose to keep running the circuit, which the left brain would be happy to do...or we can slide to the right (and this time I mean in a good way, wink-wink) brain and experience the feeling of peace, in the present moment. Now, you ask, what is one way to make this break in the circuits and move to our right brain? Well, Jill goes on to say that gratitude is one of the fastest ways to make this transition.

So I come back to my 36 turquoise beads on a knotted loop and realize how precious they are to me, how they first cool my frustrations, stop the anxious circuits of worries beyond my immediate control, quiet the mind and return me to the gift of this present moment. Where turquoise is found in the earth, it is thought to be pieces from the sky...gifts. Some days may be difficult, but I do have some choice and ninety seconds goes into 36 turquoise beads of gratitude for my peace of mind.

We Will Have Beer!

2011-05-10T18:43:00.000-07:00

On Sunday, May 1st, my son-in-law Howard and I brewed our first batch of beer. I bought the equipment and gathered the requisite ingredients for a British style brown ale: One pound of Crystal Malt, 1/4 pound of Chocolate Malt, 7 pounds of liquid Extra Pale Malt Extract, 1 ounce each of Kent Golding and Northdown Hops and some British Ale Yeast.

I also bought five gallons of spring water for the brew. I like Tacoma water and it would be great to brew with except I would have had to boil it all first to remove the chlorine.

Before Howard and my daughter arrived I started a couple gallons of water heating to steep the crystal and chocolate malt.Once we steeped the grains like a tea, it was time to bring our beginning wort to the boil and add the Malt Extract and the hops. All the while we kept track of the temperature.

Once we got it to boil, we added the extract and hops to the pot. After an hour of boiling, we chilled the wort down to 80 degrees and add our yeast. We then transferred the wort to the glass carboy and then added enough water to bring it to the full five gallons. So far, it smelled like beer!

We even tasted it and I gotta tell ya, it tasted pretty good.

It is now sitting in a dark corner in our kitchen covered to keep the light out. All the little yeastie critters are happily eating the sugars and turning them into alcohol and CO2.It all went pretty well except for the occasional flood. Our first flood came when we were sanitizing the fermenter and other equipment. Sanitizing is probably the most important rule in brewing. We had a bucket on the floor full of sanitizer with the carboy bung, the wort chiller and the airlock soaking. The bucket had a spigot and I accidentally bumped it when I grabbed the last of the hops for the final 15 minutes of the wort boil. Before we realized it, we'd lost about a gallon of water to the floor. We quickly got it all mopped up and got the wort chiller connected. ( The wort chiller a coil of copper tubing that has a hose connection on one end and a drain hose on the other that goes to the drain. The coil is placed in the wort and water flows through the coil, cooling the boiled wort. )

We placed the brew pot into the sink and put the chiller in the liquid. Somehow, the drain hose got away from me and suddenly, we had another flood on the floor. Howard cleaned that up while I continued to monitor the temperature so that I could pitch the yeast at the right time.

At the end of the month, we'll bottle our brew and it should be ready to drink around the middle of June or so. We hope to brew a second batch over Memorial Day Weekend. Not sure what kind yet. I'm thinking about a good stout or porter next - who knows.

I will let you know how this batch turns out . We are so excited!

Cheers!

VW

Gritty Jewelry

2011-05-05T16:42:00.000-07:00

It's great to watch someone get the most out of what they can do, whether they're a beautiful performer or just a really gritty performer. It's something to behold.
--Actor John Turturro

Indeed.

At that's how I felt when I was introduced to Gritty Jewelry by Neo Indigenous Designs.

The jewelry designs are something to behold in that, while they are gritty and super urban cool, they are also capture playfulness with an edge. Local designer wonder Kim Merritt yields her metalworking skills with artistic flair. And some.

I mean, seriously, how can you go wrong with this?

Obviously, a Gritty City Woman fave.

Or this fab design?

The deliciously clever cleaver charm necklace. Say that 10 times fast. Better yet, add it to your necklace collection. I'd like to.

Earrings? Of course. I love these delightful escaped bird earrings.

Gorgeous!

And there's so much more!

I've linked the website once, but it's so nice, I'll do it twice. Gritty Jewelry. Purchases are made though the Etsy store. Check that out as well by clicking HERE.

As A Song Says - One Of My FAVORITE Things!

2011-04-16T07:36:00.000-07:00

Above all : The bright, well-lit, energy filled and cheery walls of Craft City & Craft City Cafe, 35415 21st Avenue SW in Federal Way, WA provide an optimum setting to celebrate the a friend's special birthday, have coffee with long-lost friends, to meet fellow craft enthusiasts and a healing and hospitable haven away from home to jump start your personal creativity! For questions, classes, hours, etc. call (253)517-9206.
Photos copyright 2011 by Mizu Sugimura.

Love Roars Like A Lion

2011-04-15T21:31:00.000-07:00

One thing is for sure. Our children are precious. They are worth the ups and downs of communication gone wrong, hours missing them, worrying about them, worrying with them....what would have become for me if my mother and my grandmother had worked so very, very hard to make sure I had a warm, safe place to live, food to eat, and a loving shoulder for me to rest my weary head on day after day.

Our children are precious and I am privileged day after day to see teachers, staff persons, and moms and dads and uncles and aunts and grandpops and grandmoms and alumni and alumnae and women and men come out for games and plays and community service events...and quietly working as volunteers in the mailroom, on the school phones...all doing what they can to make Bellarmine High School a wonderful place to grow intellectually, emotionally and spiritually.

Here, like at other private and public schools, love roars like a lion

Saturday, April 15, folks are coming together in Bellarmine's new gymnasium to enjoy each other's company and to bid on so many beautiful articles donated by families and friends who not only say that they love our children but choose to share their resources to support Bellarmine's administrators, teachers, staff, and volunteers continue to provide loving service to our wonderful young people.

Check out the decorations on the head table.

Check out some of the articles donated for the auction.

Raven Dances In Cedar

2011-04-12T09:19:00.000-07:00

Artist arrives,
paint spattered,
caressed patina
on an easel
she lets go
reluctantly,
an easel she
unfolds
lovingly.

Backgrounds prepared,
light, twilight and fire
for Words & Music to
light upon, bird on a wire.

Raven come from
cedar treetops,
brushes preening
three portraits,
poets Anita Boyle,
James Bertolino,
then
Cheryl Wheeler,
called back
for another show.

Lines in the fire, lines upon water and air,
lines of an earthy audience reflected.
Wheeler there in the round,
supported, surrounded.
Raven paints with light,
like sunset and sunrise,
never the same show twice.

Poets who speak
their words beyond
quiet voice on page
are brave,
change
as words might
on blue air
of twilight.

"I liked that they spoke
with no trickery,"
said
coyote union man.
"Sweeter than chocolate
covered pomegranate seeds,"
said
sparkly-eyed woman.

Gentle are words
a couple may share,
brave when they cast
them into the air.

Collide together
a Queen of Hearts,
tender,
and a finger-wavin',
cat-reincarnate-terror,
Wheeler,
cruisin' near sixty.

While the world seems bound
for Hell in a Hand-Cart,
she found our Pacific Northwest
secret;
in gentle rain
we pour
our hearts,
fluid.

She pours taste
of her new song,
two verses,
vulnerable,
she pulled us
into it
---intuit---
moment of time
unscripted,
gifted.

Artist painted Artist
across sunset paper,
brushes fanned ember
and softened her lines,
lines that were
softened by
rain in Portland,
warmed by
worn and faithful
friends, there at
the farthest shore.

Wheeler's likeness
headed east
to Montana,
while the real deal
wheeled north,
cruisin' near sixty.

Raven dances in cedar,
three portraits of light
and the night's magic
had pleased her.

Tom Kimmel

2011-04-07T12:13:00.000-07:00

Have you a sweet and mean addiction to words and music?

Have you ever had a friend visit you inside a stranger?

Have you always believed in signs and trusted mystics you’ve met along the way?

If you answer yes to any of these questions, then perhaps you can understand what it meant to me, to spend an evening with singer, songwriter, and poet Tom Kimmel. He was an incredible start, Friday March 25^th for this year’s Words & Music series at Jerry and Pam Libstaff’s beautiful home in Vaughn. Tom read from his book of poems “The Sweetest & The Meanest” (peppering-in a few new ones) and performed from his vast catalogue of songs. You may not know him by name, but I can guarantee you’ve heard one of his songs in movies, on television or by other artists, somewhere, sometime.

Raised early in Alabama, Tom Kimmel is most definitely a Nashville Cat (plays clean as country water) with hawk’s nose and bright, far-seeing eyes. Here was someone who had been to the well, fallen down and forgiven everyone (most of the time) in order to get back to that same well. His voice (oh honey!) is southern autumn, swayin’ a tale sweet and woodsy enough to charm his audience out of their all and everythings. It made me wax tender towards him when he spoke of his, “feeling a generation click forward” with his father’s death, a year previous, finding himself now a “middle-aged, mortal man.” Made me feel his understanding. I liked that his writing showed a ready ear for the rhythmic humour abounding in folks’ natural conversation. Indeed, all my favourite writers are able to appear and disappear in their observation of unique human voices, and universal human movement through those voices. See now, I don’t usually talk like this…but that’s the kind of effect Tom Kimmel has on a body!

Tom’s speaking voice and emanating spirit as his eyes touched mine, brought a beloved old friend to mind and heart; this aura brought him into the room with such sudden recognition, such a shot of endearing pain that my eyes shone, brimmed and spilled. Call me crazy, but it’s not the first time I’ve learned of a friend’s passing by being visited through a stranger. I told him how much he reminded me of my friend, when I bought a copy of “The Sweetest & The Meanest” in the first break. Tom was completely present within our conversation and immediately hugged me, as if he felt my longing. In every conversation I watched him have with members of his audience, there was that same genuine connection. A person who understands the ratio of mouth to ears is a rare and necessary jewel. His poems are like that too, present and kind in a spirit-whittled way.

After reading through the misty twilight and taking a working break, Tom picked up his guitar and began to bring us into a deep-soaking spring night. His voice has such beautiful tone, pulsing with vibrato and smoked around the edges by decades of working use. It expanded one moment, then pulled in for the sweetest quiet point of a tune the next. His medicine began to work on me immediately and harmonies pulled from my guts to his melodies, even when I didn’t know the songs. Tom Kimmel was as familiar as every friend gathered around instruments over the many years, many miles and, oh so many songs on this musical, magical road.

Each performer at House Concerts talks for a moment about feeling it a slight ‘come down’ from bigger circuits, but then reveals a core teaching of common link to all circles, a passion for the work and for people who make up an audience, waiting to breathe with their own stories, people wanting to follow melodies or fill in harmonies. Be it the magic of Carnegie Hall and larger collective unconscious, or magic of a comfortable living room in paradise and smaller, intimate connections, a performer needs an audience to make the alchemy happen, and takes something precious with them each time, from every different venue.

Tom did three sets in all, two of them a carousel of songs, stories and readings, riding up and down upon that guitar of dark flowers. What he left us still ripples, especially through our Watermark Writers group; we find ourselves slipping into gentle southern cadence when we read his poems, or try to write about him. Some were inspired to write songs, stories, chapters and verses, some to speak the truth of their hearts. Tweed Meyer was inspired within her Folk Art…Musical Folk, that is, and Tom Kimmel’s colourful serving of Love. All of us received something precious that stays behind, though he is many performances (and prayer beads counted) further down the line by now. It lets us take a bit more time and kindness with one another. It pulls us to listen, laugh, cry, love and learn, pulls us to create and share. The lyric phrase I keep hearing on everyone’s lips was Tom Kimmel’s kiss goodbye, as he sang, “…no one gets to Heaven, if anyone else is left behind…”

Simple yes, but so profound for many of us middle-aged mortal beings, looking for a sign that there will be more music, more words and more art in our Third Acts. It’s as necessary as breathing and believing, for all of us.

Rainy Afternoons Spent Comfortably Curled Up With Books by Michael York

2011-04-04T11:34:00.000-07:00

Overcast and rainy days in the South Sound are perfect days when time permits to grab a handy paperback or hardback and commune with a book. Yup. And while these days we can enjoy this art form via Nook, Kindle or a handy I-Phone or I-Touch, I've always had a special place in my heart for the three-dimensional model with well-worn or crisp yellow, cream or white paper pages.

The last few days have been spent with actor and author Michael York, whom I was introduced as a middle school student when watching him put his personal stamp onscreen to the character of fiery tempered Tybalt, in Franco Zeffirelli's enchanting and exquisitely lyrical production of Romeo And Juliet (1968).

Two volumes of the handful he has so successfully published have been happily tackled -
his 1991 autobiography Accidentally on Purpose and more relatively recently published 2006 narrative "Are My Blinkers Showing?" - Adventures in Filmmaking in the New Russia both of which I'm delighted to recommend.

Like reading a good old fashioned letter, regardless of authorship it's a pleasure to peruse through well-written tomes as these, but doubly so a visit with such an intelligent, well-read, veteran traveler, Oxford graduate, world observer, respected star of stage, television and silver screen who has not only earned but is entirely deserving of all his bonafide blue ribbon celebrity credentials.

This weeks outing with York reminds me of equally pleasant idylls in years past in the company of some of his fellow thespians such as Kirk The Ragman's Son (1999) ; My Stroke of Luck (2002) Douglas and the late Alec Blessings in Disguise (1985) Guinness, the first two of a larger group of talented others who come immediately to my mind.

And while I would freely admit in more recent times flipping through the pages of books purporting to be from the pens of both contemporary and self-professed members of celebrity, the most pleasantly enjoyed and relished reading hours I have spent have been devoted to tales told by performers such as York and his two aforementioned colleagues listed above, whose bookish endeavors always ensure a memorable and satisfying interlude.

Two Waters Arts Alliance "Members Art Show"

2011-03-29T16:34:00.000-07:00

Just a quick note to let you know about a juried exhibition of some Two Waters Arts Alliance members' works at the Key Peninsula Branch Library, Key Center, April 1st through May 27th. Those of you familiar with this blog will know how all of us feel about supporting the Arts, in each of our neighbourhoods, and sharing the good news here in the Trib. 'hood.

A reception will be held for the show's opening at the library, April 1st, from 4-6pm, where you will have chance to meet artists and peruse their work, available for purchase. Well-known Tacoma Artist Lynn Di Nino will be present at the reception, and served as juror for this exhibition. Award-winners will be honoured and all visitors are welcome to cast their votes for "People's Choice Award," to be presented at exhibit's end.

"Two Waters Arts Alliance brings arts events, and arts education programs to the Key Peninsula community. We hope that visitors will enjoy the exhibit and support our local artists, whose unique visions encourage us to see in new ways and explore our own creativity," says TWAA President, Laurie Austin.

I look forward to going and supporting my friends:

Each one of these talented artists is a part of the heart on our Key between two waters. Each one a gift to the world. I thank them, Two Waters Arts Alliance, and our Key Center Library. See you folks there!

Human Beings Are Absolutely Wonderful

2011-03-25T19:58:00.000-07:00

Went to a funeral in Longview, Washington Saturday. A friend's stepfather had died and I wanted to be there to support her. She did the supporting... from the moment I came in the church she was introducing me to members of her family. Her mother came up to me... I wanted to shake her hand... she gave me a very warm hug and thanked me for coming.

Usually I am up front by the altar at weddings and funerals and other worship services. I was glad I was out in the pew with the congregation.
... love, love... love... an older man kept quietly checking in with his wife to make sure she was ok; a woman in her forties kept wiping away her tears.. a man and two women were sitting three pews in front of me and the woman in the middle was crying, her female friend frequently gently rubbed her back; often she leaned her head on the man's shoulder... lots of tears and lots of support...

I had come with three friends and so I tried to stay close to them, not wanting to do anything but be there in a supportive role... but once again I was being introduced to various members of the deceased's family... I found them so warm and welcoming. I was amazed that they took the time to talk to me.

The eulogies by four members of the family, one brother, two sisters, one teenage granddaughter re-enforced what I was coming to recognize. The family members said they were very lucky to have had their step father come into their lives... he spent time with them; he was always there for the big moments in their lives.

One thing I have learned in my work at the hospital... patients who have had the strength and desire to love their families and friends have made a great different in their beloveds' lives.

Here is the poem that appeared on the deceased's memorial card:

AFTER GLOW
I'd like the memory of me
to be a happy one.
I'd like to leave an after glow
of smiles when life is done.
I'd like to leave an echo
whispering softly down the ways,
Of happy times and laughing
times and bright and sunny days.
I'd like the tears of those who
grieve, to dry before the sun
of happy memories that I leave
when life is done.

How Am I Going Pay For Parking In Downtown Tacoma?

2011-03-24T16:50:00.000-07:00

I met up with family in downtown Tacoma on Pacific Avenue on Saturday. I parked my car in one of the angled parking spaces right on Pacific near the Harmon Brewery and did some shopping for a good 45 minutes. When I returned to my car, my sister-in-law pointed out, "Hey, did you remember to pay for parking?"

Huh?

Parking? Pay? Here?

Oh, yeah that's right.

And sadly, the parking pay station was right in front of my car and I was completely oblivious. Walked right past it.

I've was born and raised here and have lived here many years as an adult. Paying for parking downtown is a foreign concept to me. I am not used to this. And when the news reported the change, I didn't honestly pay attention much. I just sort of ignored it. I assumed it would go away. Wrong.

So back to Saturday. We decided to stay a little longer on Pacific before heading to dinner.

I didn't put any money in the meter. I stared at the pay station and just didn't do it.

I was lucky. No ticket, no towing.

Am I the only one that is spacing out about this (and being mildly defiant) or have I completely lost my mind?

4th. Annual "Feast or Famine" Hunger Banquet

2011-03-24T08:12:00.000-07:00

On Fat Tuesday this year (March 8th.) my husband and I were fortunate enough to attend the Longbranch Improvement Club's 4th. annual "Feast or Famine" Hunger Banquet, benefiting Key Peninsula Community Services Food Bank. Of course the theme was Mardi Gras, with purple, gold and green colour scheme throughout the Hall, styled by my dear friend, Trish Goodvin. As we entered we were each given an envelope, with instructions not to open them until given a signal at the appropriate time. There was a long head table in front of the stage, with lovely decorations and real tableware, real tablecloths. Smaller round tables filled the rest of the room, with pieces of newspaper as place mats, paper plates and plastic forks. This reflects the picture of global hunger, twenty percent with more than they need, eighty percent left wanting.

To understand roots of the event, I spoke to Carolyn Wiley, finding out it was she who first brought this idea to the Club. Didn't surprise me in the least. Carolyn is a properly transplanted Texan twister of energy and good works, who always leaves us younger yahoos gasping for breath in her dust. This, of course, means...she was a teacher before retirement! Back in the '70's, Carolyn took one of her classes to an Oxfam Hunger Banquet at the University of Washington. She was really impressed with a fundraiser that could educate people about world hunger and food distribution. Four years ago she brought the idea to Vicki Husted Biggs (another tireless advocate and powerhouse of organization, dedicated to our community) and "Feast or Famine" Longbranch-style was born. 2011's committee was made up of Carolyn Wiley, Arlyce Kretschman, and Penny Gazabat.

When all were assembled, Carolyn rang a bell and we opened our envelopes. Ooh-la...I won a seat at the head table! Oh, the bling of beaded necklaces and service waiting at our elbows, our every need seen to! The menu for us was to be salad, then a thick Flinstones-size slab of prime rib with baked potato and asparagus. Eighty percent of guests who didn't find their invitation so fortuitous were given a plate of rice and beans. Truthfully, this sized plate would be for a whole family in many countries. They let their resentment be known, which sparked both thought and discussion. By the time a protester brought his sign in front of us, and my hunka-hunka bleeding meat arrived, I gladly traded my plate with someone for rice and beans. Yes, a bleeding heart Liberal, I felt happy and humble, knowing I'd received so much love and soul-nourishment around my Amah's shared bowl of rice, growing up.

Keynote Speaker of the night was Stan Flemming, District 7, Pierce County Council member. Carolyn was impressed that this resident of University Place makes a concerted effort to come to the Key Peninsula, and surprised at his knowledge of the outer reaches of his district. Stan Flemming has been involved with many global humanitarian relief operations including Haiti, after the January 12th., 2010 7.0 earthquake, and was very qualified to speak to us about Haiti, Washington, and our own Key Pen.

There were simple stats like population, eighteen-thousand on this peninsula, six million in Washington State, and 9.9 million in Haiti. There were stats that stunned about Haiti's crisis...230,000 killed, and 1.3 million left homeless. Then there were some sobering, so-close-they're-home truths. He had our attention. There are 21,826 homeless students in Washington. Here in Pierce County 13.5 percent of residents have a median annual income of $25,000. On Key Peninsula, 13.5 percent receive community support. It was chilling to hear that our neighbourhood has a 5.3 percent infant-mortality rate...higher than the entire country of Vietnam. Seventy-four percent of our students receive free or reduced-fare lunches. We have many homeless and needy families that Key Peninsula Community Services help.

There was a full table of desserts to bid on, thanks to Oliver Coldeen and the Inn at Gig Harbor, wines from Bird Dog Wines, Stephanie Mann, muffin mixes from Longbranch Churches' "Ruth Circle." Gary Anderson of Lakebay Pottery and Matthew Hulse of Mountain thrown Pottery donated gorgeous pieces for silent auction. Elaine Quigley recruited Gail Kelly, from "Empty Bowls" and there were pottery bowls, plates and cups donated for sale. Dale and Claudia Loy of Sunnycrest Nursery in Key Center gave seed packets out to all, encouraging people to think of growing just a wee bit more veggies to donate to food banks this summer. I was so happy to buy a cup and bowl made by Elaine, another wonderful neighbour and fellow mermaid in our water aerobics class at Camp Easter Seals in Vaughn. Every time I use them, I'm reminded of Stan Flemming's talk and a night when members of my community came together to work the corner of our world that touches us, and learn more about the rest. The great news is that well over $2,000 was raised for our food bank!

Now, my Grandfather Grey Wolf would always thank the food he was about to eat, knowing it would nourish him. He also taught that it was very important to thank the cook, so we thank the cooks who made the evening possible: Norma Iverson, Peg Bingham, Wally Johnson, and Sharon Gearhart. To all, thank you.

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Update: Sorry to end on a bit of a down note...but...on the Monday following our Mardi Gras "Feast or Famine" fundraiser...the food bank's van was stolen. If anyone happens to have an old van to donate, please get in touch with me lorrainehart@gmail.com and I thank you for your consideration.

Sunday... A Day Of Gifts

2011-03-20T15:01:00.000-07:00

Sunday morning, forty five minutes before I headed for St. Joseph's Hospital. I expected to have some wonderful moments with patients. I expected to see some patients'rooms decorated with all kind of get well quick love... balloons, pictures, loved ones watching, talking with the patients, holding patients' hands...some teary eyed, others listening, perhaps smiling, or just sitting with their loved ones watching March madness.

I had a good seven hours of sleep. I was alert, attentive to detail, and, before I went up to see patients, putting together a plan where I would see the folks who first needed to be visited by a priest. I would be presiding at Mass at 11:30am and I hoped to be headed home by 12:15pm. So I needed to focus on who needed to see me.

Glasses off, list of people to be seen in front of me, music to help me focus and, relaxing, enjoy letting go of the energy needed to put togeter a way of getting around the hospital which would work for me.

I laughed and cried and teased and listened to patients, staff, and family members and, at 1:30 pm, put my jacket on and headed for my car. I had help listening to Dr. Jeffrey's brain wave music that helped me to sleep long and deeply.

A New Word for my Prayers

2011-03-17T10:17:00.000-07:00

My friend and good neighbour, Jan, taught me a new word yesterday...Gaman. In Japanese, she told me, it means fortitude, perseverance...and something deeper, something deeper indeed. Generations still live who lost all as they knew life to be, blown away from underneath them, in funneling valleys from the blasts. They have seen sorrow irradiated, in what must have seemed like the near end of days. Gaman.

Those of us living around the Pacific Ocean's "Ring of Fire" know something about a heaving, living earth. But at this magnitude of devastation (more becoming apparent every day) madness would ensue in so many other countries, our own included; looting and lawlessness would be our shifting lay of the land, anger a mere scratch under the surface. In Japan they have Gaman, and a people persevere together.

I remember a story in the Tribune, after the Kyoto earthquake, in which a young woman was buried under rubble for eight days. When they found her she was in amazing shape, barely dehydrated. She spoke of a vision she had daily, in which a monk came to her and offered a bright green apple. Outside, rescuers kept digging stoically. Gaman.

Yesterday, in our water exercise class, we dedicated each movement in the water as a prayer for Japan. Water was a major part of this earthquake's destruction and is the slim hope against nuclear meltdown. Water is all over the world, a conductor even under the earth in all its channels. Each in our own way, we gave prayers, comfort, tears, and our love; feeling the water move in waves from our intent, through pool, Sound, and Ocean, to Japan. I hold the Darumas today, made by my friend and colleague Mizu. She taught me that a Daruma symbolizes perseverance; with rounded bottom, they can be pushed down seven times, to rise eight. Tomorrow we will swim our meditation again, while we search for other tangible ways to help. Tomorrow we will send our prayers and comfort through the water once more. But this time we can use just one word as our mantra.

Gaman.

What Drives Me Nuts About Seattle....

2011-03-14T08:51:00.000-07:00

On early Sunday morning, I participated in a fun run in Seattle. I knew the race was going to have a large number of participants, so I left a little extra early to navigate traffic, find parking, and meet my friend.

Right.

The minute I exited that freeway, it was traffic and parking chaos. So bad, that I literally got to the starting line minutes before my race (and I was exhausted and stressed out before I even ran). Could I have planned better and left earlier? Of course.

I don't want to though! (Insert whiny voice).

Here in Tacoma, while we have big events too, I CAN park and I don't have to drive like I'm in a war zone. We don't get the seas of people (okay, a concert at the Tacoma Dome would be a big exception).

Don't get me wrong! I LOVE Seattle. I spent many years living there. I love the people, the vibe, the sights, the sounds, and all the stuff there is to do there.

But I DON'T miss the battle of getting around. Sure I can take public transportation (which I did and biked when I lived there), but sometimes, it's just not possible from here. And in order for me to get there, it's plotting and planning and just plain work to get around.

Am I being a grump about this? Unfair? Unrealistic? A big old stick in the mud? Readers, what say you?

Sittin' On the Dock of the Bay....

2011-03-11T15:47:00.000-08:00

Where have I been, dear neighbours? Sittin' here restin' my bones, here in the Aerie above Joe's Bay...watchin' the tide roll away, as that sweet song goes. Tide and sky slide in and out of my view with oh, such constant soothing movement; medicine to balance eyes, mind and heart. Storms have challenged us, screaming winds playing pick-up sticks with trees across roads and power lines. Auntie Moon came so very close, bringing icy tide heaving into Home's cove as if giant beasts undulated, just below surface of the water. It has been a time of retreat, of spiraling memories as my mother slips into dementia, three-thousand miles (not to mention a whole passport) away...and this loneliness won't leave me alone, sings Otis.

We are now in the thirteenth year of my daughter's fight with Lyme disease and co-infections. She has suffered as patient, but still tries to gather information and advocate for others, when she is able. It took eight years of searching and struggle before Anna could get on a proper treatment protocol and here, in the thirteenth Fall and Winter, had to come understanding and acceptance that she is in the fifteen percentile who will not get better, without major medical breakthroughs, because it took so long to be properly diagnosed in yet another state that ignores tick-borne infections. Our tears mixed with stormy weather in December, as she turned thirty and let go her dream of bringing children into the world, though she still reaches for the future with Hena, her sponsored child in Calcutta, India. Hena's letters pour like sunshine through thick grey days.

Despite sputters from old Winter Woman, our garden sprouts daffies, snowdrops, crocus and lilies, while trees gently blush their hope. Spring may seem far away, but I have watched eagles and red tail hawks circle right above me, singing to one another and touching talons in tentative new hope. Rainbows and Sundogs abound between clouds, Equinox just ten days away now. Salish Sea and silver skies seem more real and reliable in their help than endless officials on phones, who could care less that tick-borne infections are now estimated at FOUR TIMES the numbers of HIV/AIDS cases in North America.

It's impossible not to feel the heaviness of this year, ten years since 2001...ten years since we lost the heart of Gotham, our old and beloved home, due to terrorism...ten years since we lost our life-savings and our home on Crescent Lake in Gig Harbor, due to our naivete about septic systems and crooks who would kill a lake for profit...and ten years since I drove Anna to British Columbia, to Dr. Ernie Murakami, now Canada's leading Lyme specialist, who clinically diagnosed her with Lyme disease and co-infections, though it would be two more years before inadequate testing would finally show positive and Anna would be officially counted as a Lyme disease case in Washington, number three.

Spring is coming, dear neighbours. I know we're not done with storms, hold onto your hats, hold onto your truth, and hold onto friends strong enough to face it all with you...sittin' on the dock of the bay...watchin' the tide roll away....

South Sound Wine Lovers Rejoice: Wine Shop at Home With Jackie

2011-03-02T18:44:00.000-08:00

I just discovered a local new business that wine lovers will just rejoice about. A couple of words: fun and easy. Yep.

If you like A. wine B. ease C. fun you must come and meet Jackie. Then, you must read about Wine Shop at Home. Then, well, I suspect you are going to do something about it.

Gritty City Woman has the inside scoop on this. Visit the site right HERE. I'll leave you with a neat-o picture to inspire y'all.

A BrIef Whining Session

2011-02-28T09:21:00.000-08:00

If you please. I can barely manage to tumble out of bed when it snows. And so I have been"cabin'd, cribbed, and confined" (with all due deference to my mentor, William Shakespeare) the last few day. Read a lot, tried desperately to eat only healthy foods (sigh) and pushed myself through a lot of reading.

Got back in tune with that wonderful writer, Richard Wright. Read Wrogjt's "A Father's Law," and went off into gloomy spaces, considering a few of the emotionally shattering moments in my life when I have in thought, word, or deed, struck out at people who had done absolutely nothing to offend me or hurt me.

So I was ready to start getting out again, relating to other human beings and so pleased to have the possibility of having myself grounded in the healthy space of face to face conversation.

When, I looked outside and saw
Rain turning to snow.

Now it's turned back to rain. WHINE:It is going to be an interesting day-END OF
WHINE!

Tacoma Gets A New MicroBrewery

2011-02-26T17:43:00.000-08:00

A new Brewery is coming to Tacoma. Wingman Brewery just got their license approved and will soon be filling our glasses with some tasty sounding brews.

From KOMO News:

"It was good to hear that news today," said Ken Thoburn, one of the owners. Thoburn said he and fellow owners Derrick Moyer, Daniel Heath and Jason Sabol have been working for more than a year to get licensed and secure a location.

The owners have backgrounds in brewing, but this will be their first venture into the industry.

Now they are free to begin brewing at their production-only location at 1727 Fawcett Ave.

Thoburn said they'll begin brewing very soon, and hope to have their beers available in Tacoma bars and restaurants by the end of March or beginning of April.

I've also been following them on Facebook. I am anxiously looking forward to trying their beers!

As a side note, as soon as I return from a month long business trip to California, I hope to brew my own first batch. I have all the equipment!

April 9th is the planned brew date. Stay tuned!

Cheers!

VW

Helping Local Kiddos: A Grandma's Mission

2011-02-25T08:14:00.000-08:00

My friend Melanie's grandson is in need of some medical help. Read all about it HERE on Gritty City Woman. It's a story you'll want to check out.

It's Cold Outside

2011-02-22T17:08:00.000-08:00

Decided to head on down the hill, cross the street, and go to Target to pick up my medication. I was trying to hide behind my desire to stay inside and avoid the cold, but I had to let that go when I heard that the snow is coming. So I headed out and I was astounded to see wonderful young folks outside just enjoying the grey skies and the afternoon sunshine but what was on the horizon...

Grey skies, very cloudy, and I had to face the possibility (after all tv reporters and the Tacoma News Tribune was being perfectly clear) that SNOW WAS COMING!!!I'm from Texas. Left Houston when I was twelve years old. I remember getting lost one snowy day when I was coming from school, missed my bus stop and had to figure out how to back track to my home... scared, you bet, but I was not smart enough to ask for health. Cold, getting dark, and then it started snowing.
Oh I was cold and scared. One house looked like another and I was not used to figuring my way by knowing the names of various streets. Never, never occured to me to knock on anybody's door, calling home, and asking mom or grandmom to come get me.

Kept walking, getting tired and feeling hungry and then I started thinking that I was going to die out here. But I kept walking and finally made it home and I was so very happy to see the light shining on the front porch. I cannot remember telling mom or grandmom what had happened. Probably didn't because I kept a lot of fears and pains to myself.

So I have had hard times in the cold and snow in Texas, but nothing like the Northwest.

Still I had only a few blocks to go and I was used to walking to the pharmacy so I strolled on down the road, listening to rhythm and blues on my ipod, and doing my best to not start swinging my arms and doing little dance steps to the music.

Got my medication and headed back to Bellarmine. As I headed up the hill I started snapping my fingers and doing little dance steps. Cold it was, but I had decided to really dress up... heavy jacket, gloves, nice little cap, and I was feeling ok. As I came up the hill, little flakes started coming down. By the time I got up the hill the snow had stopped. But I know that the snow is coming and I am going to make sure that I am dressed warmly and ready to do some little dance steps.

South Sound Sports: Don’t Count Out Us Middle Age Sports Warriors

2011-02-22T07:53:00.000-08:00

Sports have changed haven’t they? In the last most recent decades, people in their forties (and well beyond!) are visible sports warriors. Packs of bike riders, runners, walkers, gym patrons, dancers, swimmers, skiers, soccer players, baseball players, and basketball players are seen all over the place, rain or shine, winter or summer, day or night. Lots of those folks are middle-agers and older who are moving their bodies to benefit their bodies and minds.

Living in the South Sound, with it’s rich outdoor beauty, scenic trails, and sporty spirit, offers much to the sports minded no matter what age. I used to think Portland had fitness and health nailed over the Puget Sound, but I don’t think that’s the case. We South Sounders get moving, and with the evidence I see of my generation and my parent's generation on getting in shape and taking charge, it’s inspirational.

Sports Warriors (or wanna bes) age 40+: Give me your thoughts on fitness for middle age and beyond. What do you love about exercise/sport/fitness at this age? What are challenges? What’s your favorite sporting activities in the South Sound?

Bonus material! Here’s a mini-interview with Shirley Phillips, team manager and soccer warrior of the indoor soccer team “I Don’t Know” (love that name!) at the Tacoma Indoor Soccer Center. Shirley captures the pulse of the sports fun at any age. Read on.

1. How did the team come together originally? How long has the team been around? What's up with the name (which I love by the way)? The team came together by way of me talking with other parents and friends about if they would be interested in getting a team together. This session right now is the second session - so three months. The team name came about when one of the players who said they wanted to join the team (Joe Horn) asked me one day at my sons game what is the team name going to be....I replied...hmmm...I don't know. he said that sounds good. I laughed and said yeah right....and it stuck as I could not come up with anything original.

2. There are a number of folks that are brand spanking new to the game. How does that work with the more experienced players? I don't think it matters at all and the more experienced players are happy to have newbees on the team to spread the word as to how much fun it is.

3. What's the difference of playing back in the day and playing NOW? Not too much difference. I always played outdoor - which is a HUGE difference from indoor. Being older and slower is the only difference I see:)

A Moment Of Clarity

2011-02-21T11:56:00.000-08:00

When I was sixteen years old I went to see the film, The Robe, ten times. That film gave me a chance to think about what God mean to me. There is a scene in the film that focuses on the death of Judas... dark sky, solitary man hanging from a tree.
I needed to think about despair, guilt, and death.

Sunday night I watched the HBO move, Sunset Limited. Once again I am thinking about despair and guild and death. Sunset Limited is one of the best films I have ever seen.

Tommie Lee Jones, executive producer, director, and actor in Sunset Limited,got me looking at my own thinking... given so much violence I see in life around me and know that, given my own weaknesses, I could, in word or deed, do to others, in what ways does my head move me to respond to my aging and dying.

Samuel L. Jackson's wonderful acting in Sunset Limitedgot me considering my own prayer life and spirituality and wondering in what ways my heart move me to respond to my mortality.

Sunset Limited is one of those films which will help adults to take a good long look at what counts in life and how much we need other people in our lives who can support us in thinking honestly, looking at our feelings closely, and choosing to live positively and lovingly in the moment.

Front Page News: Tacoma PTA Celebrates 100 Years

2011-02-16T08:13:00.000-08:00

It's front page news this morning! Tacoma PTA celebrates 100 years of activity and activism. Celebrate tomorrow afternoon. All the details are right HERE .

Gritty City Woman Explores Valentine's Day (Meh)

2011-02-14T09:25:00.000-08:00

Happy Valentine's Day, Tacoma and South Sound! Or is it? Gritty City Woman explores Valentine's Day. Check it out HERE and weigh in.

Preschool's Humble Beginnings--Look No Further Than Tacoma!

2011-02-04T07:06:00.000-08:00

Did you know that the concept and phrase preschool was born right here in Tacoma? The Tacoma PTAChild Study Clubs in 1916 (otherwise known as preschools, a phrase developed in 1915 here locally). By 1917, the state convention adopted the phrase preschool. Later, the California Congress took it a step further and created what was known as a Family Life Education department. Credit was given to Tacoma for coming up with the concept as that was the foundations of our current day kindergarten system. As we can see locally, this concept has grown by leaps and bounds considering all the rich preschool options we have. discovered a need amongst mothers with young children that weren't yet school age and what can be done for them. This lead to the formation of

Want to learn more about this exciting piece of history and many other amazing good works by Tacoma PTA? Check out the Tacoma PTA 100 Year Birthday Bash held at Lincoln High School on February 17th. Details are just a click away, right HERE.

The History of the Hot School Lunch Grit City Style

2011-01-27T18:29:00.000-08:00

Tacomans, did you know that in 1914 Franklin and Lowell Elementary Schools became the first schools to offer hot lunches? Each school's PTA provided the lunches. And did you know that just two years later, PTAs had established lunchrooms in most local schools.

Look how far the lunchroom has come since 1914!

To learn more fascinating Tacoma school and PTA history, join the 100th year celebration of Tacoma's PTA on February 17th. Get the details right HERE.

I Didn't Sleep At All Last Night

2011-01-27T15:12:00.000-08:00

Should I choose to be glad, sad, or mad? My quiet night appeared to be welcoming me Wednesday evening after I had moved miraculosly through a demanding day as a hospital chaplain St. Joseph's Hospital in Tacoma and an emotionally uplifting evening with adults who are considering joining the Catholic Church at St. Leo's Catholic Church in Tacoma.
At the hospital I listened to, prayed with, teased, and encouraged patients to recognize that God loves each one of them. At the church I did the same. Same message, different folks and different situations.

Came home, fumbled around my rooms for a while and finally got back to reading Walter Mosley's wonderful novel, The Right MistakeI started reading the novel (269 pages the day before). The love story I read filled me with great joy... the hero's relationship with the heroine (Socrates meets Luna, Socrates loses Luna...) left me so very thankful that Walter Mosley could so quickly help me fall head over heels in love with the two characters, be moved up and down and around by the various ways the characters in the story treated my two loved ones, and by Mr. Mosley's wonderful way of saying, "And then... 'Come on now!' The story gets better... and then, and then, and then")

There I was last weary Wednesday evening... and I did put the book down at 11 pm, slept for an hour, and then tossed and turned for fifteen minutes, gave up, and went back to the book.
And Mr. Walter Mosley played me like I was a yo-yo. Now up, now down, now round and round... hoping the best for Socrates and Luna, while sadly suspecting that the final news would be bad news.

Book finished... and I tossed and turned, ruminating and being further illuminated until three thirty in the morning. I think I slept till six... I shall never know...

But I am back on Walter Mosley's block seriously and I ain't gonna be leaving for a long time.

Paul Robeson... A Person Who Changed Me Forever

2011-01-23T20:55:00.000-08:00

When I get up every morning, I get out of bed, go to my comfortable chair in my study room, pick up my friend, Daryl Grigsby's wonderful book IN THEIR FOOTSTEPS, which contains "Inspirational Reflections on Black History for Every Day of the Year." Inspiring? It gets my blood warmed up and moving through my brain in very healthy ways!!
Sunday, January 23. I was delighted to see that the human being Mr. Grigsby focused on Sunday was Paul Robeson.I never met Mr. Robeson. I discovered him in
1969.

My intellectual world had fallen apart following the death of Dr. Martin Luther King, and at the ripe old age of twenty-nine I was working through some very tough questions: who am I, why am I here, what should I do with my life. Put another way, I needed help to understand how I could honestly chose to be a loving human being when Dr. King, who chose to be a loving servant of others, had been cruelly murdered.

I walked downtown to the Berkeley Public Library, started thumbing my way through the record collection there, saw this record with a picture of Paul Robeson on the front cover, and (thank God) took that record home, and, for the next seven days, played it over and over again.

Mr. Robeson touched my soul... calming me, enlightening me, encouraging me, and my very long journey where I was choosing to become a Black man, who thought deeply, spoke sincerely, and loved loyally, began.

Let me present a few lines from Grigsby' work: "Robeson astonished viewers with his talent. Yet it was his deep love for humanity, his unquenchable search for justice and his lifetime fight for human solidarity that set him apart."

On my dying day I shall still be trying to become a thoughtful, sincere, and loyal human being. But this wonderful man, Paul Robeson, took my hand and set me on the right path.

Please enjoy Mr. Paul Robeson's wonderful rendition, of the Freedom spiritual: Go Down Moses... "Go down, Moses, way down to Egypt land. Tell old Pharoah to let mey people go."

Gritty Tacoma Fashion

2011-01-20T08:25:00.000-08:00

The best t-shirt in town, sold at Sonya's Clothing to Live In in the Old Bridge Neighborhood of Tacoma.
The shirts are available in multiple styles and colors. My fave right now? I picked up a hot pink cami that I wear as a night shirt!

Tacoma PTA Offers Firsts in Tacoma History

2011-01-13T08:55:00.000-08:00

Here is a photo from the early days of Tacoma schools and just one of the many efforts of Tacoma PTA. Here is one of the first health screenings offered at schools back in the 1920's:

Learn about this and much more at the 100th year birthday party for Tacoma PTA on February 17th. Details? Easy! Just click HERE and mark your calendars!

Upcoming Family Activity At Seattle's Wing Luke Museum of the Asian Pacific American Experience Links A Bit Of History With Active Imaginations

2011-01-06T14:09:00.000-08:00

While New Year's parties in most Puget Sound basin households have come and gone, there's still time to prepare for the advent of the Asian lunar calendar which welcomes in "2011 -The Year of the Rabbit" on February 3. Families and guests visiting Seattle's Wing Luke Museum of the Asian Pacific American Experience on Saturday, January 15 can join in the celebration by making traditional Japanese "nengajo" or New Year's postcard greetings from 1:00 p.m. - 3:00 p.m. in the Community Hall.

The free family oriented art activity will be led by Federal Way artist Mizu Sugimura, a third-generation American of Japanese descent whose grandparents exchanged nengajo with relatives they left behind in their native land after immigrating to the United States shortly after the advent of the 20th century.

In days of yore Sugimura shares, correspondence with family living beyond the Pacific Ocean was at most sporadic. In some cases, no messages were ever received. Also, many immigrants who were for the most part often single men with no families of their own, independent and hungry for jobs moved often leaving no forwarding addresses to the consternation of parents and siblings hungry for news.

The annual exchange of New Years greetings by postcard begun in the first years of postal service in Japan, was a perfect reminder for "immigrant workers to send not only their good wishes at the dawn of a new year" but communicate as well a second more important message: "I am still alive."

Sugimura likens these early postcards as kind of a pioneer era form of Twitter, an observation which may tickle the creative imagination of audiences who have been heretofore unable to make the study of family history or any history ring familiar with their younger family offspring.

She also hopes to share yet another idea with her audiences in this era of cost-cutting, downsizing and economic reduction that: "Ideas are free." The Wing Luke Museum of the Asian Pacific American Experience is located at 719 South King Street in the heart of Seattle's International District. For more information including hours and directions click here.

The Beginning

2011-01-04T18:48:00.000-08:00

I looked at my watch Monday evening. "8 o'clock," I said, "my ride has been waiting for fifteen minutes." I gave one of the facillitators a goodbye hug, and quickly headed for the front door. Ride was there, and, ten minutes later, I was home.

Why late? I had been moved by the last session of our Journey to Freedom Group.
We had a chance to share our plan for continuing to develop physically, mentally, and spiritually. Then we got feedback...affirmations and words of encouragement. We laughed and cried and ate had tasty tidbits and prayer. Each person in the group has a special place with me.

The feedback I received was very, very helpful. I had expected that I would be sad to see our eight week sessions end.

Our two facillitators (one man, one woman) were wonderful.
our book, Journey To Freedom insightful.

And I knew that, with the support of people in the group I would continue to become a serene and loving person.

Here's a New Year's Gift for you I would suggest: contact one of the Pierce County Y's... found out when the next group sessions using Scott Reall's Journey for Freedom will begin. (A Men's support group at the Morgan Family Y using that book will be starting at the Y in a few weeks.)

Other groups using Scott Reall's books will be available also... all focusing on people helping each other to become happier and healthier human beings.

I really enjoyed my group. I am sure there are many enjoyable moments waiting for you, my friends, at the YMCA.

Tacoma PTA Celebrates 100 Years of Service

2010-12-29T08:30:00.000-08:00

I was a Lowell Leopard, a Mason Mustang, and a Wilson Ram; a born and raised Tacoma Public Schoolsgraduate. Besides my own experiences as a student, I also got a taste of the behind the scenes work that went on through my own mother who served on the Parent Teacher Association (PTA)board. All of the fun events, interesting activities, community projects, and much needed equipment and materials were all generated from the hard work, dedication, and spirit from PTA. As an adult and local parent now, I marvel at how PTA has grown and changed to keep up with changing times and current events. The most important thing I learned is that PTA integrates community and families to take ownership of our public schools and to make them the best they can be for everyone. This is an exciting part of the education and the community building process. Yet, as we move forward with an army of wonderful PTA volunteers that donate their time and talent, it's important to look back on the roots of PTA because the foundations I just described have always been there. It's these roots that give us a rich texture of history, innovation, and experience. Here in Tacoma, our PTA roots are plentiful and deep. So deep, that Tacoma PTA celebrates it's centennial year in February of 201l.

I marvel to think that PTA has been making its mark on our community for 100 years; what an accomplishment. Think of how many students and their families have been touched by the efforts of PTA whether it's a school carnival, a fund raising events, special school guests, community service projects, or replacing playground equipment, PTA has always been there, working hard to give value to their schools.

Now as we kick off the new year, it is time to celebrate the extraordinary progress of Tacoma PTA. On February 17, 2011 from 4:30 PM to 6:30 PM at Tacoma's Lincoln High School cafeteria and auditorium located at 701 S. 37th Street, Tacoma PTA is hosting a free event for everyone to partake in. The first hour of the event is a reception followed by a special program for the second hour. Citizens are invited to come see Tacoma history in action through interactive displays, audio visual presentations, and good conversation. What's even better is that local students are a big part of creating this party by using their talents and gifts. Anyone that has been touched by our schools and/or that revel in our city's multi-layered and intricate history, should mark their calendars for one of the most important history events this year.

And speaking of history, some of the treasures you will witness are hand bound ledgers from the early 1900's, historic documents that depict the budgets, events, and interest that captured the spirit of each decade here in Tacoma, media and press clips of the people, places, and ideas that made things happen in our city, and pictures that depict a vast celebration of teacher and students working alongside families to make things extra special.

Special—that's what we have here in Tacoma in our schools, past, present and future. Despite changes in our community structure, politics, world, national, and local events, mass changes in our society whether they are big or small, the schools have always been there in rough times and in happy times. And when we see the great activities of PTA in conjunction with the students, it feels good. In today's times, amidst all the bad news and strife and the sense of urgency to focus on what doesn't work, we need feel good stories like this that make us smile and remember. We need stories about learning, teaching, dedication, endurance and fun NOW. Tie that in community pride, and you've got a win-win situation for all citizens of this amazing area in which we live in and love. Further, I'll bet you probably didn't know that Tacoma PTA coined some important phrases and processes that still exist today at a national level? You bet! And there's so much more. All the more reason to come join the celebration and revel.

And for this writer, I am reveling in bringing you updates on this event and giving bits and pieces of past eras. It will be a great journey for all of us.

For additional information, contact School Board Member Kim Golding, chair of the 100-year event committee, at (253) 906-8827 or email her at tacomapta@nventure.com.

KTAC Christmas Eve 1980

2010-12-24T22:55:00.000-08:00

It's Christmas Eve 2010. Earlier this week longtime Northwest radio personality "Sugar" Bruce Cannon passed away. Word of his death quickly circulated among Facebook friends, fans, and family.

I worked for KTAC as Jaynie Dillon and KBRD-FM as Jane Robbins for several years and had done the afternoon show with Bruce back then doing traffic reporting and news as his sidekick for a time. A memorial tribute page was set up so that people could post their favorite photos of Bruce and share memorable stories about him. Amidst the swirl of reminiscing, it has taken me back in time to ...

Thirty years ago tonight, right now, I was on-the-air at KTAC.

Christmas Eve 1980 I was filling in for one of the other members of the air staff and working the 10 p.m. - 2 a.m. on-air shift.

As with most live radio and TV news stations there are the traditional stories of NORAD tracking Santa on his deliveries across the US and around the globe. That evening I engaged in the same banter, confirming on-air that Santa had made it to Tacoma.

I had in fact just seen Santa passing through the parking lot at Tacoma Mall. That was not fiction. A sleigh with a Santa on-board had passed through the mall parking lot moments before I reported it. I had seen Santa through our KTAC/KBRD studio windows from the 6th Floor of the Tacoma Mall Office Building.

A listener called in when he heard me talking about seeing Santa in Tacoma. The young man sounded profoundly depressed. He told me did not believe that Santa would visit his apartment home. He told me of being out of work, of having a precious, loving, wonderful, young wife, and a 3-week-old baby girl at home. He was ashamed that he was broke, out of work, and yet had the rich blessings himself of his sweet wife and baby, but no gifts to give to either of them. It was breaking his heart. He wanted so much to be able to gift each of them a gift as an expression of his love for them.

Even though Tacoma Mall and stores all around were closed, quite fortuitously there were some Christmas gifts at the radio station.

KTAC had been a drop-site for Toys for Tots that year. Someone had dropped off toys after the for the end of the campaign when the donations would have already been delivered to children for Christmas.

I asked the caller if he could come over to the Tacoma Mall Office Building. I told him that even at that late hour I could guarantee him that Santa had some gifts for his wife and baby. Granted, the toys were for the baby. But I quickly created a little gift basket for his wife with an assortment of tea and packets of hot chocolate.

He arrived at KTAC within the hour shortly before the midnight transition from Christmas Eve into Christmas Day. His spirits were buoyed by the surprise gifts for his baby and his wife. I had never seen anyone more grateful for anything.

The following summer I left Tacoma radio to do The Overnight Club on KOMO Radio.

Even after changing stations and leaving the Tacoma area, that young man and his family kept in contact and sent me Christmas cards for years reflecting back on that bleak winter for them in 1980. Year after year they shared their progress and how they'd been able to turn their lives around with steady employment and even the purchase of a home.

We often hear the expression that 'life comes full circle' and it certainly has for me. Thirty years later I now live where not only Mount Rainier and Tacoma Mall are in view, but also the Tacoma Mall Office Building. As I look out at the Tacoma Mall Office Building tonight (image attached), it takes me right back to Christmas Even 1980.

I remember the years at KTAC and KBRD-FM ("K-Bird, Tacoma's beautiful bird...") and among the cherish the special privileges and memories of those years of working with Bruce Cannon, Ric Hansen, Chuck Bolland, Greg Cook, Sean Carter, J.J. Reagan, and others. Bruce Cannon was renowned for his efforts on behalf of community and charitable organizations. He had a good heart, too.

There is no more precious memory to me than of Christmas Eve 1980 when Santa really and truly did deliver just before midnight in Tacoma.

Hazy Full Moon Provides Elegant Light

2010-12-22T20:07:00.000-08:00

Above: The darkly quiet night sky over December. No other words needed.

Local Students Write Love Letters to Their South Sound Hometowns: Tacoma

2010-12-20T09:29:00.000-08:00

Readers and South Sounders: Tacoma School of the Arts Humanities students are participating in writing "love letters" to their hometowns. The writing exercise combines creativity, editing, and getting the letters published. Join me in celebrating these students and their wonderful letters in the upcoming letter series featured on the In Your Neighborhood blog. Read on and enjoy!

Dear Tacoma,

You are my muse. You are my life force. I live in and among your many lush forests, your quiet suburban neighborhoods. I adventure through your many backstreets completing quest after quest. Your everlasting rain brings the fruits of your forest. Your summer sun bakes my skin to a crisp. You are my muse. You are my life force. Tacoma.

Adam

The Closure of Dr. Martin Luther King Library

2010-12-18T16:22:00.000-08:00

I stopped at the Martin King Library last night because I had heard that it was going to be closed. I wanted the librarians there to know that I appreciated how they had always welcomed me there and went out of their way to help me find books that would help me to grow intellecutually and emotionally. I found out then that the library would close for go on January 31.
So this grey Saturday afternoon I went back to the library to sit and think and just be. Silly, huh! Well, it's the best I could do... the library is one of those special places... I see many people, old, young, every race... working at the computers, getting books or cds or dvds...reading newspapers and magazines.
For four years I have been coming to the library...borrowing Walter Mosley and Robert Parker thrillers... checking out Nikki Giovanni and Langston Hughes poetry, delighting in Denzel Washington and Sidney Poitier films...feeling alive and proud and moved to put my best foot forward.So very proud to join others at this wonderful, warm place named after Dr. King.

I hear the closure is done... still I wonder what would happen if a whole lot of folks like me just took time to let folks know... our children, senior citizens, and people of all races love and need this library. I have learned a little bit more because of the librarians and the resources at the library how to be a proud, loving man. I really want this library to stay open and continue challenging us to become thoughtful and compassionate citizens.If we do not know where we have come from, we shall not be able to discover where we need to go from here!
If you would like to let your interest known, contact: Media Relations: David Domkoski, 253 591-5688, ddomkosk@tacomapubliclibrary, org, and/or Suden Odencrantz, Library Director, 253-591-5606, sodencrantz@tacomapubliclibrary.org

Game Time

2010-12-18T08:24:00.000-08:00

I have always loved basketball. From the time I was a chubby grade schooler who always sat on the bench to the wonderful days in Sheridan, Oregon, when I used to play passing guard with other young mean training to become Jesuits. My greatest moment... being applauded by Bellarmine High School students here when I tried to make a jump shot from the right side and missed to that low moment in Spokane when I faced off against a young man, ten years my senior, a foot taller than I, who just plouged over me and quickly ended our one on one game, 12 to nothing.

Last night I enjoyed being with parents and other teachers at the Bellarmine's women's high school basketball team fought its way to a very tough victory... lots of defense, Bellarmne High and Olympia High folks going head to head in a game where the score doesn't reflect the tremendous defense, the passing and running and cool headed free throwing of both teams.

Thoughtful, fast moving, and sweet shooting game. I loved it...

Merry Christmas Grandma Grump Grump

2010-12-17T12:24:00.000-08:00

Here's one Gritizen's take on relatives during the holiday season. South Sound, you can check it out HERE.

How do our relatives and friends shape our holidays?

Local Students Write Love Letters to Their South Sound Hometowns: Tacoma

2010-12-14T14:35:00.000-08:00

Dear Tacoma,

You are not my Wonderland. You’re not the scene of my tea party. You are my reality. You wake me up each morning with the chimes of promise, a promise of intrigue and routine. You fill my eyes with quiet rain that drips down from your hazy gray skies onto the crimson leaves that shadow my street and the unruly grass that softens beneath our combined touch. You provide my feet cobblestone streets, winding sidewalks with plants hovering over my head, university fields, and pebbled beaches. It is here, on these terrains that I build my expectations for the world; that I meditate, that I discover, and that I want to return to again and again. You inspire me to find the connectivity of life, to read a book in the middle of the night, to twirl through the trees in the park, to run away my fears, and to listen to someone I love as we look out upon your Bay. And you put me to bed each evening with the echo of those chimes. A soft reminder that I can sculpt the coming day. But you don’t just offer me promise. You constantly – sometimes quite harshly – push me to my limit. You remind me that you can always do and give more to yourself. You remind me that appeasing all those around you will take the color out of the roses. You remind me of the power of community. That you can walk into your café’s and see a familiar face and not be embarrassed to say hello. You remind me to be passionate. You give me permission to devote my whole self to something I care for and not hold back. You tear apart my inhibitions and the selfish pressures of others. You inspire me to fall and take my time getting up. Other cities would have laughed at me, instead you cried with me. You hugged me and let me continue down the avenue towards home.

Sincerely,

Gracia Smith, Student

Tacoma School of the Arts

A Learning Experience

2010-12-14T12:06:00.000-08:00

Sarah Paretsky, the author of the V.I. Warshasky Mysteries is teaching me a lot:
interracial relationships, effects of physical and sexual abuse on family members, the defensive ways abusers deny their activities and blame other people.

V.I. gets shot at, injured, and ends up spending time in hospitals... feeling the effects of her injuries later. And giving her male opponents a whole lot of bodily harm too.

I am enjoying having a heroine who gives sleuthing her best shot and endures the loss of credibility and friendships that happen when a woman decides to act in straight talking, assertive ways.

Her novel, Tunnel Vision, will keep you from getting those eight hours you deserve for a few days. I love you, Sarah Paretsky!

Here's a brief take on what she is choosing to do in her writing.

Local Students Write Love Letters to Their South Sound Hometowns

2010-12-13T08:10:00.000-08:00

You are not just the name of another development, you are my home. I would take your noble, cascading fir trees over a billion dollar sky scraper any day. I love each of your cozy homes with cheery smoking chimneys and welcome matted porches. I love taking walks in what is left of your little forest. I love that although places like you are getting bulldozed and smothered in concrete, I can still look into my backyard and see some wildlife. It is a shame that you are becoming rare. Your street held my first time riding a bike and my first time driving a car. One day, in about a year and a half, I will drive up that same street for the last time. But before then I wanted to say: Fir Terrace, I love you.

Kailey McClements, Junior,

Tacoma School of the Arts

Local Students Write Love Letters to Their South Sound Hometowns: Tacoma

2010-12-13T08:08:00.000-08:00

When I came here, you scared me to death. With your terrible smells, your gigantic hills, and your castles with dungeons and dragons lurking around every corner. I didn’t like you at all at first.

But now I’ve come to see the beauty in you. Your parks and beaches are gorgeous and peaceful. Your streets are as clean as diamonds shimmering in the sunlight. When I am at the top of those hills that I hated so much, I turn around and look out and see nothing but beautiful landscapes coming together to form a dazzling view. Your museums inspire me. Your statues and fountains give me peace of mind. When it rains, your views become better and glimmer with brightness rarely matched. When there’s thunder and lightning, the lightning strikes and dances over the sound under an alluring black sky.

When I came here, I was scared by you, but you still loved me. You are beautiful and peaceful, but you excite me. You are wet and cold, but warm and sunny. You are big and confusing, but small enough for me to understand you. The protestors and important people who come here only prove that you are amazing. Thank you for being my home.

Sincerely, Jordan Nunamaker, student

Tacoma School of the Arts