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thank you for reading.
My garden scarecrow!
|Photo by Jennifer Decker|
The wind was howling at the four bells yesterday afternoon so we moved the celebration into the Masonic Lodge. It was the perfect place for the celebration as we were on the second floor and the windows looked out over the mound.
There was a nice crowd for a late afternoon event. Mark Gropp, my piper, was there to play, the mayor was there to give a nice speech as well.
It was my honor to tell Columbia's story. This was my second time to do this for my town. In 1993 Mayor Selman asked me to do the same for the 4th of July.
Notice I kept my cape on even though we were inside because I love the festive look.
So, congratulations to my town for a job well done.
|The monument at Christmas.|
Sorry to confuse you, no, it is not Christmas. I just love this photo.
Today we are celebrating the restoration of the mound (not the monument) on the square at 4:00 this afternoon. The Mayor will be giving remarks and my friend and piper, Mark Gropp, will be on hand to play the pipes. I will tell the story of Columbia. It is my honor to do so and this is the second time in my life I have been asked to do the dedication story.
It will be cold and blustery on the square, but the stories will warm you (and so will the hot chocolate!). See you at 4:00 to make history once again.
|Photo by Dean Orweiler|
Tonight my students, along with a few theatre students, will be presenting an evening of Poe. This year there will be two shows because of the popularity of this evening: 7 bells and 9 bells.
The performances will be held in Wells Theatre in Taylor Hall. There is no charge and the community is invited. I hope to see you there in the audience. We have worked hard to bring you a wonderful show tonight!
Yes, I say with a sigh, one more night of Poe and one more night of stories before this storyteller pulls out the shingle...at least for a while!
|Photo by Earthsky.org|
Tonight was the night to wait for the Great Pumpkin. A crowd of us gathered at the pumpkin patch at the community gardens at early dark. I lit candles all around the pumpkin patch and we waited.
Hmmm...nothing appeared to be happening so I read "The Raven" by Poe, of course. I think the kids got a little anxious and they began running around the gardens in the dark yelling "nevermore!"
After a while we realized that perhaps the Great Pumpkin wouldn't be coming this year or at least not on this night. We picked the final crop of pumpkins by flashlight, blew out the candles and drove home. As I was coming into my garden gate I thought I saw something orange flash through the sky...what it was I cannot say, but never give up hope, Charlie Brown, never.
|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!
|A milliner's dream table.|
|Jacqui from Chicago.|
|...and more hats!|
|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.