The ancestral Indian way of life and the buffalo are gone. They are forever in the history of this nation. Living in Oklahoma, amongst the five civilized tribes Indian reservation lands, I think often of how much the Indian nations had to give up because of progress. I hope the Indian nations continue to teach to their young and others the wonderful bond they had with the land and nature. It would be a shame, in my opinion if that were lost for all time.
Here in Oklahoma the reservation system is much different from other reservations I have seen in Wyoming. In Oklahoma the Indians were integrated with us white folks and we all live together. There isn’t a section of land set aside for just the Indian nations to live on that I’ve seen. The plains Indians were placed on reservations for themselves only, and it a totally different kind of place.
I can say that Indian blood from two tribes, the Cherokee and the Choctaw run through my veins along with several other nationalities. What does that make me, an American, just like everyone else.
The Abcedarian form of poetry is one of my favorites to do, because it is so challenging. You use every letter in the alphabet as the first letter in each line. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Today’s blog is abook review but mostly a commentary. I finished reading the book Fever 1793 by Laurie Halsey Anderson, and Lori Earley. It was a totally enjoyable read for me. I give it 5 stars. It is a story of a young girl in Philadelphia in 1793 when Yellow Fever attacked the City. It is based on a true event where over 30,000 people died of the sickness. Any time there is Yellow Fever you have water nearby, since the disease is carried by mosquitoes.
You know those flying bloodsucking, always present, insects. I know God put everything on this earth for a reason, but I have yet to figure out why he gave us the mosquito. It might have been to provide activity from scratching those blasted red bumps to slapping arms, legs, face, and neck. Actually it’s anyplace that bare skin is showing. I also know it doesn’t even have to be bare skin. I’ve had them bite me through my clothes. I attract them like a magnet.
There are two types of mosquito that carry the virus that causes yellow fever the Aedes aegypi, and the tiger mosquite (Aedes alsopictus. I can’t say I know mosquito’s well enough to ID either one of them. The symptoms are nasty. The incubation period is 3 to six days after being bitten. You experience fever, headache, chills, back-pain, loss of appetite, nausea and vomiting. It severe cases it causes liver damage and you become jaundice(yellow). You may bleed from the mouth, eyes, and the GI tract. Luckily the mortality rate is only 20%, but that is a lot of people in a large population. If one survives it they have immunity.
*Yellow fever epidemics struck the United States repeatedly in the 18th and 19th centuries. The disease was not indigenous; epidemics were imported by ship from the Caribbean. Prior to 1822, yellow fever attacked cities as far north as Boston, but after 1822 it was restricted to the south. Port cities were the primary targets, but the disease occasionally spread up the Mississippi River system in the 1800s. New Orleans, Mobile, Savannah, and Charleston were major targets; Memphis suffered terribly in 1878. Yellow fever epidemics caused terror, economic disruption, and some 100,000-150,000 deaths. Recent white immigrants to southern port cities were the most vulnerable; local whites and blacks enjoyed considerable resistance(*NIH.gov).
Yellow fever does not exist in the United States today, but continues to kill thousands of people a year in Africa and parts of South America. One of the last epidemics in the USA was 1896. The epidemic moved across the southern states and my great-grand parents and a child died on the same day. My book to be published this fall called Dobyns Chronicles is based on this event. Very few families were not affected.
This is abcidarian poem (uses every letter of the alphabet) about the Mosquito. Enjoy
A week or so ago I wrote a blog called, “How Do You Know.” It’s about trying to decide on a name of a book of short stories. Well, I am now putting together my book of short stories and it’s called, “Shirley’s Shorts and Flashes.” It’s a simple title that I thought would work out OK.
Now I am in the process of having a cover designed for the book. I always have a lot of fun doing this but trying to decide which is the best cover to use is enough to make you lose your mind. The first instructions I gave them was to try make something to go with the title. I ended up with a lot of very well done covers, but they looked like they belonged on a children’s book, instead of stories that mostly deal with mystery and death and other things. I had to say oops, I was wrong and lets start over and so they did. I ended up with 135 designs that I have now whittled down to seven.
I know the artwork on a book-cover usually tells you something about the book. What kind of artwork do you choose when you have a little bit of every genre in the book? I picked what appealed to me and hope that I make the right decision. Actually, how about a little help from my friends? Go to 99designs and help me pick a cover. In the sidebar under blogroll you will find a link that will take you directly to the voting page. If you think of anything that you think might help the cover, just tweet and let me know.
I love writing and the entire book making process. I hate marketing, but that’s another blog.
I was reading an article last night on how the over 60 age set is partaking of an experience I absolutely loved when I was doing it. It created so many different emotions from pure delight to fright. I suppose I have waited long enough to tell you what I’m talking about, scuba diving.
I am an Oklahoma farm girl who got my first taste of a big city when I went to Honolulu to work at Kapiolani Woman’s and Children hospital in Honolulu. I absolutely hated it for the first two months I was there, but then developed a love for the state and my life there. I stayed a full year and didn’t want to leave then.
After I settled into my routine life,I decided I wanted to something different. I became a PADI certified diver. What an experience that was for me. I took private lessons just so I would feel more secure in what I was doing. It was hard for me to let go of my trainers hand and actually go on my own. As with everything else, I just needed the self-confidence that I could do it.
I loved the beauty of the undersea world. The beautiful colored fish and even those nasty eels with the big teeth. Of course I had seen the movie Jaws, so that was always in the back of my mind. When I looked down and couldn’t see anything but empty space, I would think about some creature coming up and getting me. I quickly pushed that from my mind and went on exploring the sites.
I do have to tell you I bit my mouth piece in half once because I was frightened. I was swimming along close to the bottom observing everything. My mind was concentrating on some star fish when all of a sudden, two white tip sharks came out of the sand and straight up in front of my face. That startle reflex did me in. I had to leave the water.
If you have the opportunity, learn how to scuba. It will open up a new world to you. The beauty and tranquility around you can’t be described in words. Since I read that article that the over 60 crowd is doing their diving thing, I may have to grab my wet suit, flippers and mask and head back to the open water.
First of all, I want to state this is my opinion about what I feel is a shame for this country and the state of New Jersey. Secondly, my condolences go out to Whitney Houston’s family in their time of grief. It’s always hard to lose someone you love to early in their life.
The Whitney Houston funeral could be expected to be glamorous because of her talent and just because of who she was. What you shouldn’t have seen is a state flying the flag at half mast. When did Whitney Houston become a hero, or serve her country in such a way as to give her that honor? As far as I’m concerned, the governor of that state who ordered the half mast should not be in office. His priorities are too skewed. Has he been flying the flag at half mast for our soldiers who sacrificed their life by fighting in a foreign country? I don’t live in that state and never will, but my guess is “no he hasn’t”.
I posted awhile back how I thought this countries priorities are messed up. I used the sports world to illustrate what I was talking about. Salaries in the millions to play a ball game for people to watch (gladiator sports), while we have starving families and people living on the streets. Now here is another example of screwed up priorities, flags flown at half-mast for the undeserving. That act alone, shamed that state and this country. Save that half-mast flag for those who deserve it, not a singer with a drug problem.
Today is a very big day for my youngest granddaughter. She is thinking it is the greatest thing that has ever happened to her to this point in her life. Finally she is going to be an independent young lady, not having to depend on mom and dad. Have you figured it out? She is taking her driving test today to get her license. It is a right of passage for most young people, at least in this country.
Being raised in the country, she learned to drive by riding on her Grandfathers lap and controlling the steering wheel. Just as soon as her legs were long enough to reach the petals she could drive using the controls. It was the same for me, as well as each of my children. My son and myself were driving hay trucks just as soon as we could see over the steering wheel.
I can remember the feeling of excitement and how “big” I felt when I began driving. I would drive on the highway when I was fourteen, but times were very different then. There wasn’t as much traffic and the highway patrol never came out on 270. It’s not that way any more.
My granddaughter already has her first vehicle. A nice, small pickup, which she loves. My first car was a 1954, four door, Ford, with a stick shift. The floor board was rusted out (I kept losing shoes) and the heater didn’t work. It was hell in the Oklahoma winters. My girlfriend and I would go to McAlester, to a teen dance hall, called The Attic. We’d be wrapped up in quilts with ice scrapers in hand. Every once in a while if it was freezing, I’d stop the car and we’d jump out and scrap the ice from the windshield. Somehow I don’t see any of my grandchildren doing that. For one thing I don’t believe there is a snowball’s chance my children would let them out on the road if there was a chance there might be ice. Secondly, I think my grandchildren would not drive a car in the same condition mine was in back in the 60’s. You know “those good ol’ days.
Times and conditions have changed, but not the right of passage for driving. Do you remember how you felt when you were able to get that license? It’s a wonderful time, it’s just a shame we have to grow up and deal with the world.
I’m just a bit messed up on my blogging but that’s ok. I’m not exactly a straight as a string kind of gal. My actions just go with my flow at the time. My blogging was intended for three times a week but there’s nothing to say I can’t add extra’s. Consider today an extra. That being said let me get on with what I want to blog about.
Today, Twitter is on my mind. You want to know why? Whether you do or don’t I’m about to tell you. I joined and became active on Twitter last week. Since I am an author and everything I read states I should be using Twitter and others to build my platform. I have spent the past week getting close to 1000 people to follow me and will be doing more. Those 1000 people are doing the exact same thing I am. They’re trying to sell, whether it is a book, or some kind of other product.
I really can’t figure out why I’m doing it. It’s not like the majority of these people really want to get to know the real me and I have found some really scary individuals that I don’t want to know and refuse to follow. I spend the majority of my time going through my email and following whom ever replied to my tweet or their letting me know I’ve followed and are thanking me for doing so. That is really the extent of our contact.
How is this helping me sell my books? I have to admit I have seen some interesting titles and covers flashed before my eyes. At some point in time, if I remember them, I might purchase and read some of them. The key word in that sentence is remember. There are so many books and titles my brain is scrambled (more than usual.)
So why do we do it? As for me it is because someone said it was the thing to do. Weather it is or isn’t, I really don’t know. What I do know is it keeps me busy.
Up until a few minutes ago I couldn’t decide what I wanted to write about today. Then I read an article that turned my thinking around. It’s there for everyone to see on Yahoo about ATT throttling back the speed on their customers in congested areas. I have been a Verizon user since I started carrying a do everything phone. I was seriously thinking about changing to ATT to be on the same network as my daughter. I’m not thinking that any more.
I have never had a problem with Verizon so they will have me for the forseeable future. Why should I change to a phone service who would cut my speed and make my do everything phone just like the first cell phone I had, and pay every increasing fees. I used to say something was “slower than Christmas,” but I have now reached the age that Christmas gets here very quickly, so I have to think of a new one. How about slower than cold molasses.
Why does life have to seem so hard? It appears, we go from one battle to another. I can’t say life is bad because it isn’t. It’s just a struggle, more at times than other times. I know it’s not just me, because I have been around long enough to know everyone has their struggles, and their problems that seem insurmountable at times. I was once naïve enough to think there really were household’s like Ward Cleaver’s home, or Donna Reed’s. I think it was a dream everyone wished they could have. It would have been nice to have all the problems solved in a thirty minute time span.
Some of my struggles are so mundane I can’t even remember them. Some are so painful I couldn’t forget them if I tried. I can put them out of my mind for a while, but they are always there. Maybe they are there as life’s lessons. I have to say, I didn’t like those particular home work assignments when I had to go through them. I have to say in all fairness, I would not be who I am if I had not gotten through them.
I have heard people say “Eve did this to me. She caused all the problems by eating the piece of fruit which God told her not to eat.” So I question myself, did Eve really do this to me? I think not. I now believe she had the help of her man Adam.
God’s word tells us man fell, not just woman. So today if I am going to blame anyone, I am going to put it all on Adam’s back. When we marry and take a life partner, we are seen as one. Except of course when it’s convenient, or politically correct to make sure we are separate sexes.
We are made as one but life happens because of two. Even with science, it takes two. It takes an egg and a sperm put together to create life. I know in the creation, us poor misguided women were taken from a man. Clay was put around a rib bone, and woman was created. Something like that anyway. I know Eve was created by God, no matter which way he did it.
Adam was instructed by God not to eat the fruit from the tree of “Good and Evil,” as well as Eve. I have never figured out why this turned out to be totally Eve’s fault when they both knew the plan, and they knew the consequences if they did eat the fruit. The bottom line, they both had the same job description.
Eve is wandering around in this gorgeous garden without a care in the world and hears this voice, which we believe is male, (go figure), enticing her to eat the fruit from the tree of life. What does she do? She calls her man, “Come here honey, there is this thing that keeps talking to me, and trying to make me do something I know I shouldn’t, (sound familiar). Tell me what you think, please.”
The best I can remember, Adam comes over to the tree and says, ”Hum, let me have a bite of that fruit. It looks really good.” He didn’t say, no sweetness you can’t have that, or he doesn’t take it, and throw it away. He just eats it with her, and now we have troubles.
So from my way of thinking, I am now totally convinced that Adam is the one who is at true fault. He did not do his job as head of household. He ignored God when he knew he shouldn’t. He failed to protect his woman. So now I know why I can officially blame the male species for what goes wrong in this world, and I will continue to tell them they are at fault. It was not Eve, it was Adam.
First off, why isn’t he suing the NFL since it’s their rule, but secondly and most important to me is the fact that the word has become so prevalent in use, that some people don’t have a problem with it. I was raised being taught that was the filthyest word that could come out of someone’s mouth. I saw my father knocked out of a kitchen chair one night by my uncle, because Dad was drinking and let that word pass his lips. My Uncle laid him out because he said it in front of me. The time was the mid 1950’s. That made an impression on a very young girl. You know I never heard it again pass my dad’s lips.
My children were raised not to use that language around me or any of the family. What my son said out of my earshot I do not know. He is now 41 years old and curses with the best of them, but he does not use that word around me. He knows I would be all over him. I used to be really shocked when I heard it in use, but not any more. It is so common in speech and the written word, I guess I adapted. I’m still greatly offended but I don’t flinch anymore.
Why should I have to listen to someone when I go to a public place because they was not taught the basics of good behavior in public. Let me know how you feel about it. Do you think the man in San Diego has a case, or should it be thrown out? (I know it won’t be, but I can hope.)