Saturday, October 10, 2015

My GPS always gets me home!

Here is the link to this week's column. Enjoy and, as always, thank you for reading!
Dustin Woods at Sunset.

Friday, October 09, 2015

Crown Hill Cemetery...

This weekend the storytellers of Indiana will gather under a huge tent at Crown Hill Cemetery in Indianapolis, Indiana. No, there is not a burial or a wake, but an evening of ghost stories that will cause you to look over your shoulder.

The event begins at 7:30 at Crown Hill. Tickets are available at the door. This is a great way to kick off this ghostly season. Please be sure to come up and say hello after the show!

This event is sponsored by Storytelling Arts of Indiana.

Until then...

Wednesday, October 07, 2015

My favorite literary day...

Edgar Allan Poe's grave in Baltimore.

It is a known fact to everyone that reads my blog that poetry is very important to me. My studio shelves are full of poetry books from the greats and the not-so-greats.

I pay attention to births and deaths of poets and where these dates fall in the timeline of the world. Having said that, today is one of my favorite literary days.

On this day in 1849, Edgar Allan Poe died in Baltimore. His death is still shrouded in mystery. Why was he in Baltimore? Whose clothes was he wearing?

I have traveled to Baltimore and to Richmond in search of answers, but have found none.

At the same time on this date in 1849, James Whitcomb Riley was born on what was known as the edge of the prairie. He became one of Indiana's favorite poets leaving us with Little Orphant Annie, and The Raggedy Man, to name a few.

Coincidental? Hmmm....think about it!

Tuesday, October 06, 2015


Today is an exceptional day for me as I will be telling my story, Sandstones and Scholars, at St. Francis University. I told my commissioned piece last year in November, but this time it is for the faculty and staff. 

I am so excited they wanted the show "in person" as this was also done as a PBS special. Isn't it wonderful that storytelling is so alive and well?

So, another quick rehearsal and I am off to do what I do best...tell stories.

This photo was taken by my grandson, Matthew, last year after the original show.

Sunday, October 04, 2015

With the tip of a hat, it’s a LaGrange adventure...

Here is the link to this week's column and my adventures into the
world of millinery. Just click on the KPC link and there you are.
As always, thank you for reading!
I took these photos on the morning I visited!

A milliner's dream table.

Jacqui from Chicago.

...and more hats!

Thursday, October 01, 2015

October's Bright Blue Skies

This sunflower graced my garden last year.

There is something so spectacular in turning the calendar to October especially here in northern Indiana. Everything smells crisper...the colors brighter...and most folks appear to be in a state of pleasantness. When I was a teacher in the public schools one of my colleagues always read this to his class on the first day of October. Each one in turn had to memorize it. It may be the only poem that the students knew by heart. 

Today my two grandsons were over for breakfast before walking off to school. As is my habit, we had breakfast by candlelight and then the poem recitation. This was, of course, today's poem for them and for you. Happy October.
“October’s Bright Blue Weather”
O SUNS and skies and clouds of June,
And flowers of June together,
Ye cannot rival for one hour
October’s bright blue weather;
n loud the bumble-bee makes haste,
Belated, thriftless vagrant,
And Golden-Rod is dying fast,
And lanes with grapes are fragrant;
When Gentians roll their fringes tight
To save them for the morning,
And chestnuts fall from satin burrs
Without a sound of warning;
When on the ground red apples lie
In piles like jewels shining,
And redder still on old stone walls
Are leaves of woodbine twining;
When all the lovely wayside things
Their white-winged seeds are sowing,
And in the fields, still green and fair,
Late aftermaths are growing;
When springs run low, and on the brooks,
In idle golden freighting,
Bright leaves sink noiseless in the hush
Of woods, for winter waiting;
When comrades seek sweet country haunts,
By twos and twos together,
And count like misers, hour by hour,
October’s bright blue weather.
O suns and skies and flowers of June,
Count all your boasts together,
Love loveth best of all the year
October’s bright blue weather.
Helen Hunt Jackson

Wednesday, September 30, 2015

In case you missed the Sunday night Singing on the Square at Six!

Photo by Justin Young

I think there are some nights that leave a person speechless, and this was one of them.

On Sunday evening there were over 85 folks gathered on the square for our sing. There was a brand new baby and several elderly folks in wheelchairs with all ages in between.

With chairs curved around the monument we sang for an hour with interludes by WOW (a women's barbershop quartet), and my piper buddy, Mark Gropp. Kent Bowen kept time on his drum and Lynn Syler helped lead the way with her expert directing skills.

We took this photo at the end and sang a couple more songs. (See the video at the end of this post.)

It was an extraordinary event. When we sang "I'll Fly Away" two flocks of geese actually crossed overhead in V-formation heading South. What more could we ask for?

Thanks to everyone for participating and until next time?

Lou Ann