Mother Earth Meets City Girl!

It is time to switch gears, and what better way to do it than get ready for the IndyFringe! This is my third year to particpate, and I have a new show, of course.

 

This year's show, "Hoosier Roots,"  is a show that captures the essence of my homesteading years. It is funny and poignant and I would love to see all of you in the audience!!

 

The IndyFringe runs from Friday, August 15 until August 24. My shows are as follows:

Friday-Aug 15-6:00pm

Saturday-Aug 16-10:30

Tuesday-August 19-9:00

Thursday-August 21-7:30

Saturday-August 23-9:00

Sunday, August 24-3:00



 

 

All performances are at the Frank and Katrina Basile Theatre in the Phoenix in downtown Indy. I hope to see you there smiling away in my audience!

 

More on the Fringe as the week progresses.

 

Until tomorrow. 







What a difference a day makes!

Pumpkins in my pumpkin patch at the Community Gardens.

Just a day of travel brings me back to the Midwest. It was, I must admit, a long day of travel...car...ferry...car...flight...flight...car. Sigh.

 

The weather was cool when I arrived home at Midnight, but the sky was clear. It was great fun perusing my gardens by the light of the waxing moon. I believe I slept the sleep of the dead that night and woke to early morning fog and drizzle.

 

By noon I knew it had cleared enough to take a hike out to the Community Gardens to check on my pumpkin patch. I don't know what I was expecting, but the gardens were huge and beautiful. Pumpkins everywhere!! It will be a grand Halloween at this old house this year.

 

So, in a few days I will be back in the swing of things here. For now...still some sand in my shoes and a few tears in my eyes.

 

Until tomorrow.

And just like that...

Cedar Island Ferry leaving Ocracoke.

When I arrived on Ocracoke on June 4th, it was as if I had so much time of me. It never works like that. Today, August 4th, I am back here at the airport on my way to Indiana.

Days and weeks stretch out in front of us like jewels, and certainly mine did. It was a wonderful summer and my 12th summer with Philip. It was filled with activities, friends, family, and everything that makes life sweet.

I travel home to eight weeks of unopened mail, gardens to weed, stories to tell, and classes to teach. It is how it is done...at least for now.

Just because I leave Ocracoke, does not mean I leave my blog. There are lots of exciting possibilities ahead of me which means we share them together.

To tomorrow I write from northern Indiana where I will settle back into the "other" life. Ocracoke will be missed and so will Philip.

Until tomorrow.

This island girl's head is filled with sea songs...

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As you can tell by this week's column, this week was all about music. Please click on the above link for the column. I took the video below at Rob and Sundae's porch on the harbor. My thanks to all the musicians involved.
Enjoy and, as always, thank you for reading and watching!

Until tomorrow.

Happy Birthday, Philip!

Happy Birthday, Philip and Lachlan,

Today is Philip's birthday along with his grandson, Lachlan. 

This is a very special day for Philip and I would love for you all to wish him happy birthday!

I know most of you read his blog about island life. He is our historian and well  known as a valued community member on Ocracoke Island.

To me Philip is a wonderful friend and companion. 

I am wishing him many more years of good health and good stories.

Until tomorrow.

Sunset over Silver Lake on Ocracoke

On Tuesday evening I had an exceptional group of folks on my ghost and history walk. The sky was promising as we started our walk down Howard Street and by the time we arrived at the harbor, it view was breathtaking. I stopped the walk so everyone could take photos. I did not have a camera with me, but one young lady took this photo for me. Thank you, Emily!

I think it was one of the most beautiful sunsets of the summer and we all were able to enjoy it together. We continued our walk into the cemeteries and back down eerie Howard Street where deep darkness greeted us.

Until tomorrow.

Bob Zenzt and Jeanne McDougal at the breakfast table.

It is Monday morning and our show is over. I know that as a producer I shouldn't always say things went well or were wonderful...but the show was great. Not due to my producing or directing, but due to the variety and quality of performers who brought song after song and story after story up to the stage.

I only wish all of you could have been there for the event. Someday please take a trip to Ocracoke the last weekend in July for our show! 

Jeanne McDougal was in the show along with Anke, her friend from Friesland (located in the Netherlands.) We found housing for Anke and her partner, Nanne, and Jeanne and Bob Zentz stayed with us. 

The best part about housing musicians is that when you wake up in the morning they are serenading you at the kitchen table. With banjo and ukulele in hand, we were treated to hours of performing all day.

Did I have work to do? Oh my yes. Did I do it? Absolutely not. How can I work when music is at my kitchen table. "Play the strings while you can."

Until tomorrow.

One more time on the grand Opry stage....

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Once again it is Saturday and time to post my weekly column. Just click on the above link and you will find it on the KPC website. I love my editor, Mike, who made the headline. It isn't quite the grand ole' Opry in Nashville, but pretty darn close.

Hope you can make it to the show at the Deep Water Theater.

Until Monday!

Ocracoke Women Present an Evening of Stories and Songs

This Sunday evening the Women of Ocracoke will be presenting their annual music and storytelling concert. As always it is full of lively stories and songs with these lovely island ladies.

We are hosting just one concert this year on Sunday evening, July 27th at 7:30. The event will be at Deep Water Theatre. We are not selling tickets, however donations are being accepted at the door for the Skipjack Wilma Lee that was damaged in Hurricane Arthur.

My advice? Come early if you want a seat at all!

Until tomorrow.

"And another year blooms..." Marcy Brenner

"Will there really be a Morning?
Is there such a thing as Day?
Could I see if from the mountains
If I were as tall as they?

Has it feet like Water lilies?
Has it feathers like a bird?
Is it brought from famous countries
Of which I have never heard?

Oh some Scholar! Oh some Sailor!
Oh some Wise Men from the skies?
Please to tell a little Pilgrim
Where the place called Morning likes.
                                                              
                                                                  Emily Dickinson

I took these photos on my early morning birthday walk at the beach. It was a beautiful morning.

Isn't it lovely when a few days go by and you forget about your blog?

It is July on the island which means so many of my friends, including me, celebrate our birthdays.

The parties started here on Sunday night as Philip and I hosted the party. The house was bursting with folks. My own celebration continued into Monday evening with dinner at the Back Porch and the Jolly Roger.

David made the best three-layer chocolate cake I have ever had and, along with candles, and family we had a great birthday dinner.

Philip ever remembered the poetry book I so longed for.

So, with the Happy Birthday over for another year, here we go for another spin around the sun.

After a time to reflect, life does go on...

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This week's column is again a reflection of life on Ocracoke. I hope you enjoy it. Please just click on the above link. As always, thank you for reading.

I took this photo of the Ocracoke United Methodist Church last winter when I was here. As you can see, it was decked out for Christmas.

Until Monday.

Ocracoke United Methodist Church

View from my Mad Mag Studio Window

View from my studio window.

I love mornings. I have coffee on the pizer, neaten up the cottage, and go on outside to my Mad Mag Studio. It is a collection of odds and ends that I have found and pieced together giving it a charming look. My windows overlook a small woodsy area, and on cool mornings like today, I can open up these windows and just let the birds sing. All-too-soon heat will descend upon the studio and I will once again close it up in favor of air-conditioning.

But writers long ago (or not so long ago) left the windows open all the time. I think of E.B. White writing in his small shed down by the water or Donald Hall still writing away in his old house in New England. I would be very surprised to hear he had air-conditioning. Perhaps when the day is too warm for the pen and pencil or keyboard, it is time to switch over to just reading away.

Good writers are good readers, of course.

I love this quote by William Faulkner, perhaps you will also.

Until tomorrow.

“Read, read, read. Read everything -- trash, classics, good and bad, and see how they do it. Just like a carpenter who works as an apprentice and studies the master. Read! You'll absorb it.Then write. If it's good, you'll find out. If it's not, throw it out of the window.” 
William Faulkner

"I have often walked down this street before..."

The view from Philip's front porch.

Last night's rain came down in buckets with a brilliant display of thunder and lightning. It was great to sit out on the pizer watching the storm. I could actually see the storm swirling and circling around the island.

This morning the storm continued. Flashes of light, hoof beats of thunder and torrential rain came down upon the rooftop and the gardens.

My morning coffee was not interrupted by the storms; although I had to move the rocking chair back a few inches to keep from getting wet.

Because I was raised on Broadway songs, I just can't stop singing, "On the street where you live..." from My Fair Lady. Here is an excerpt in case you have forgotten.

I hope your day is full of sun or rain wherever you are.

Until tomorrow.