Monday, February 27, 2017

WHERE THE RED IRIS GROWS

By
Minuet in G

Our adventure at Palmetto State Park
south of Abbeville, LA was filled with 
wonder and excitement.
There was a discovery at every turn.
There is actually a red iris that ONLY
grows in this area.  How cool is that!!!!

Gypsy Rhapsody had told me about Palmetto,
but her stories don't compare to the real thing.

Grandson, Cooper, always loved to look through that
little opening in Gypsy's door...
and he still loved doing it in me.

Cooking outside is Vannie's specialty.
She says everything tastes better.

T-Pop has to get in the picture.
He and Cooper are trying to prepare the fire for...

...smores...

When son, Ashley, and daughter-in-law, Diane, arrived,
they all headed out to see exactly "where the red iris grows".

The trail was filled with nature in every form.
Palmettos...

giant magnolia trees...

benches hewn from downed trees...

secret hiding places in tree trunks...

tiny yellow flowers strewn over the path...


the bayou in all it's glory...

Evangeline Pond...



a red eared turtle sunning itself on a partially sunken log... 

and finally the pentacle of our journey....

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THE ALLUSIVE RED IRIS....
only grown in this area of the country...
WOW...

After that adventure, it was time to put the steaks on the grill.
Ashley built the fire just to the right perfection.

Now, that's some happy faces chowing down on juicy t-bones.

Dessert Time!!!!
As the sun went down, Cooper and Ashley
babied the fire till it was just right again for...smores.
The crunchy gram crackers...the melted chocolate...the squishy marshmellow...
Oh my goodness, the whole gang had sticky fingers and smudges of chocolate 
in the corners of their mouths.

Cooper is still not too big to sit in his papa's lap.
We all watched till the fire died down and the fireflies came out.
And, yes, there were fireflies.!!!! Like twinkling stars in the forest...

The next morning the smell of coffee and bacon and
fried eggs filled the air.

What a perfect family weekend!!!
I'm so glad I've been adopted by this group.

Ashley looks like he might be trying to fly a kite.
Well, folks, that is his tent.  Sure was a nice little compact
thingy.  

Down the Bayou in Palmetto State Park...
The weekend had to come to an end.
A good old South Louisiana camp out...

It was my first experience in this part of the country.
I can't wait to come back.



Sunday, February 12, 2017

THE DIARY OF A RETIRED (?) SUBSTITUTE TEACHER

By
Minuet in G
(a Argosy (Airstream) living the good life in the warm climate of South Louisiana)

Good Afternoon, Everybody...
So sorry I've not written in a while.
Vannie has been substitute teaching while we are
in Lafayette, and she was too pooped in the evening
to get out the computer.
 Maybe things will
get a little better, since her last day
to teach was Monday, Feb. 6.

Every afternoon after a day teaching,
she would come home with the best stories.
I'm going to bless you with a few of them.
All good.!!!

Yellow, pink, violet, purple...
these colors welcomed Vannie every morning
as she started out on her subbing adventure.
She waved goodby and headed to the Burger King,
which was on her route to school, 
for breakfast before starting her day.


A favorite lesson of Vannie's is dissecting a sheep's eye.
Truly, an "eye-opening" experience.!!!

First comes the demonstration... 

then the students have their own
"hands-on" experience...

Watching is one thing, but doing it yourself makes it sink in.

Vannie's friend and partner was Brenda Petro.
She watched along with the students for a few days,
then she said, "I'm ready to do this myself...scalpel, please."

In conjunction with the eye dissecting lesson, V and D's
friend, David Forcheux, came to class for a visit.
David has been blind since childhood.  He shared with
the students his life as a blind person.
The students asked question, and David 
patiently answered each one.
David brought along his braille machine.  He made
bookmarks for all the students.  They had a ball
deciphering the message on each bookmark by using
a braille alphabet chart.  

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"A Writing Marathon"
Vannie said that Brenda told her all about the writing marathon,
but until it actually happened, Vannie had no idea how much fun this would be.
After arriving at school, the students walked to the nearest city bus stop.
They rode the bus downtown and spent the day writing...lots of writing.

The day begins with a brainstorming activity.
Words...words...and more words...
Each student and teacher picks four words that
will be integrated into each of their writing exercises.
Then they will begin to peruse the city for possible writing spots.
When one is decided upon, they will write for ten minutes...
remembering to use their "four words".
They are writing for themselves, not anyone else.
When stories are shared, a simple "thank you" is the
response of the listeners. 

Nettie McDonalds, writing marathon extraordinaire,
met us downtown on the first day of this journey
and started us off on the right foot.  Nettie is a 
retired teacher and had participated in a similar
marathon in New Orleans.  She  had organized many
of the marathons for students while teaching.
Vannie said it was a treat to have her with the group.


The Lafayette Hardware Store
Vannie's four words...natural beauty freedom peaceful
Her writing...
"The smell hit me in the face when I entered into the Lafayette Hardware Store.  What was it?  It was a peaceful smell...if smells can be peaceful.  Was it the smells of bygone days...days of long ago when the hardware store was filled with pots and pans and hammers and nails and dishes.  Oh my goodness! The beauty of the dishes.  I remember the hardware store back home had so many pretty dishes.  The freedom of the artists was always most evident...flowers and birds and butterflies.  Guess that was what the ladies wanted in those days.  Now the hardware store housed an architect firm.  There are lots of little nooks and crannies with ladies and gentlemen working inside...doing what was natural to them...design, draw, create.  The hardware store has changed...but, guess what, the smells and memories still linger."  

 The Children's Museum
looming emotions compromise askew 
"It was the flamingos that caught my eye.  They were looming over in a dusty corner...all askew, stuffed in a big shopping basket.  I can just imagine their conversation.  "Ouch...stop...you are stepping on my head...move over...I can't breathe...I think my leg is broken"  Their emotions are all over the place.  They  might be waiting for a movie role.  I remember in the movie, Gnomeo and Juliet, there were two flamingos in love.  I loved that movie.  It was about that writer of long ago...William Shakespeare.  He never compromised with his pen.  "The pen is mightier than the sword."  And here I am writing...putting words and thoughts down to be read by people years from now...just like Shakespeare.  "To be or not to be, that is the question".  "Double, double, toil and trouble, fire burns and cauldron bubbles."
Amazing

The Transportation Center
looming emotions compromise askew
"My emotions are askew.  The train tracks are on my right.  The old depot is on my left.  The train is looming in the distance...I think.  I don't hear it yet, but I am expecting to any minute.  So many people have passed through those heavy wooden doors excited about boarding the train.  A new adventure or maybe an old one.  There is a man sitting on a bench.  He is talking on his phone.  
             "My mother will not give me anymore money.  If someone would give me a thousand dollars,               I would spend it.  Yeah...Yeah...OK...that's the thing I'm worried about.  If you are from                      California, you don't get it.  Right...right...yeah...I know.  I eat so much.  Hey, dude, Don't eat              so much.  I eat soooo much.  Right...I like to eat.  Yeah...I know. I love my pork 'n beans.  Oh               God.  I love you so much.  No, I'm scared.  I'm scared when I see my brother, he will beat                    me up.  Negative...Negative.  I'll see my mom, but my brother is the man of the house.                           right...We are the best of friends.  Yeah...Right...He hates me.  I don't know.  He told me he hates me." 
Did I compromise my writing to record this conversation...even though the conversation was one-sided?  I don't think so.  In fact I think this is what Ernest Hemingway would do...sit around in bars and record what people were saying.  Then he would write a whole book evolving around those conversations.  I'm no Ernest Hemingway, but I'm lovin' this writing thing.

The First Methodist Church
Vannie's good friend, Ann Dalme, met them at the church.
Ann is a member of this church.  She enjoyed telling the students 
the history of this beautiful old building.  

Instead of writing at the church...they sketched.
So many interesting things to see...


Carpe Diem Gelato and Espresso Bar
They literally slurped up the writing here.

Lunch at Parc Sans Souci

Writing on the porch and in the studio of this art studio...

Words of taste and smell flowed in the old superette.

Good Hope Hall is now Glenn Armentor Law Corporation.
Words of honor and admiration and action

Vannie and Brenda did not do all these places in one day.  
They took different groups of students on several days in a row.
Vannie said it was so inspiring to watch the students (5th - 8th grades)
enjoying the writing process. 
Future writers in the making.!!!

Vannie's sub job has come to an end...for this time.
It was topped off by a sign from the heavens.
A delightful experience.!!