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November 29, 2010

Fifteen Minutes of Fame: Part 2—Wanna Be Fame

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FIFTEEN MINUTES OF FAME: Part 2—WANNA BE FAME

What I’d like to be known for. . .

Kathleen Clark 

     I’m neither an actress, singer or otherwise known celebrity.

     If I could choose my moment of fame, I’d prefer it to be something notable, noble and/or memorable—something friends, relative and the unknown millions could point to with pride.

     Being a writer I’d love to have a successfully published New York Times Best Seller novel. Or a collection of short stories or poems future generations can pull off their local library shelves or buy at Barnes & Noble.

     “Look Emily, your great-great grandmother wrote this!”

     Such is every writer’s dream!

     My second choice, which is closer to reality, comes from my artistic talent. I’ve always loved dabbling in paint, making crafts and drawing. Leaving behind a collection of artistic creations recently became a distinct reality when I was accepted into a training program through Westmoreland County Community College (Youngwood, Pennsylvania), which placed me at the Geyer Performing Arts Center in Scottdale.

     While there I took on the often overwhelming task of (more…)

November 23, 2010

Wait Until the Coffee’s Poured

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WAIT UNTIL THE COFFEE’S POURED

Janice McLaughlin

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For holiday meals, the same rules apply

All families have them, there is good reason why.

Wash your hands before sitting, keep elbows off the table

Children should be seen not heard,

Don’t call your cousin a nerd.

Don’t complain because the kitchen swelters.

And whatever you do — don’t interrupt your elders.

No slurping, burping, or passing gas

If you need something, ask someone to pass.

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     It was Thanksgiving, I was about fourteen. Of course my two obnoxious (male) cousins were there, as well as three female cousins. It was the usual huge family celebration with both my Mother’s and Dad’s parents and siblings, and their husbands, wives, and their children.

     A meal that took more than a day to prepare was usually over in about an hour. This time it was cut short.

     I didn’t ask someone to pass the olives. I reached for them. At that moment someone was (more…)

November 21, 2010

Where Were You When JFK was Assassinated?

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WHERE WERE YOU WHEN JFK WAS ASSASSINATED?

Beanery Writers Group Authors

The following are responses to a prompt from our last meeting. Readers are invited to submit their own experiences from Nov. 22, 1963, the day that John F. Kennedy was assassinated. Type your response in the comment box at the end of this post.

  JAN

     It was one of those things, that when you first hear it — you can’t believe it.

     While attending nursing school, I also worked at a sewing factory. Of course, when it was announced by the manager — all work ceased for the day.

     Many people were crying, others were just in shock.

     I immediately thought about his young children. Afterward, I thought of the way he was cut down, about the unfairness of (more…)

All is Well

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ALL IS WELL

Anonymous 

SCRIPTURE:   Psalm 139:5  …Thou hast beset me behind and before, and laid thine hand upon me.   

REFLECTION: Many years ago, while pregnant, I was diagnosed with a very serious illness called diabetes. Usually diabetes goes away after the baby is born. In my case, it did not.

     With diabetes, your body stops producing a drug called Insulin. Insulin maintains the sugar in your body at an acceptable level. A too high or too low sugar level requires medication, in pill form or a shot, to (more…)

November 14, 2010

Fifteen Minutes of Fame: Part 1—The Real Thing

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FIFTEEN MINUTES OF FAME: Part 1—THE REAL THING

Kathleen Clark

     Not fifteen minutes, but fifteen seconds of celebrity!

     It had been dry and hot for at least a fortnight in my Southwestern Pennsylvania neighborhood. No rain fell until the fishtail of Hurricanes Gustav and Hannah rumbled through on an early morning in September.

     Lightening slashed across the sky while the reluctant heavens finally showered a sprinkling of rain.Some wind swiped the trees, but nothing drastic. Waking up around 9:00 a.m., I reached to flip on the bathroom light – nothing! The power was out. I’d no idea when it happened.

     I dressed, gathered the garbage and headed to the dumpster. Allegheny Power trucks were in the parking lot and a couple guys out back were attempting to find the cause of the power outage, The generator lid popped open.

     Walking across the lot, I spotted a (more…)

November 10, 2010

Sing to Me Softly

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SING TO ME SOFTLY

Malaika King

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I remember when

You used to sing me to sleep

 

The softness of your words

Bouncing off the walls

 

And cascading me

With your voice

 

I remember when

You used to (more…)