Personality Change

Day 21 Twenty-one Gun Salute

June 21, 1919. Admiral Ludwig von Reuter scuttled the German fleet in Scapa Flow, Orkney. The nine sailors killed were the last casualties of World War I.

In every war there are men and women worthy of honor for their sacrifices and bravery.

The Twenty-one gun salute is the military’s way of honoring someone. Who would you like to honor? Who do you consider a hero? Write about him or her.

Alternative: What would like to be honored for? How would you like to be honored?

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Here’s another one that brings so many names to mind, it’s hard to choose. I think I’m going to dig back nearly 55 years ago.  I was a sophomore in high school, and our English teacher was new, fresh out of college. She was terrific. She had the gift of maintaining order in the classroom while having fun at the same time.

I already loved English, but that year was a turning point for me. Miss Rogness was encouraging on so many levels, and she was just what I needed that year.

I had spent most of my time being the shy, quiet one. I’m not sure exactly why that happened, but that was my  slot in the family.  Serious–and I can be, and often am. Shy–and I truly was, partly because I didn’t feel I had much to offer.  And I had really bad skin.  Quiet–for the same reason.

I loved to read, and I loved to write.   I had learned that I was kind of good at it in earlier years of English class, but with Miss Rogness I gained confidence.  She even shocked me by telling me that what I wrote often made her laugh.  I wasn’t the funny one.  I was the serious one.

It was because of Miss Rogness that I first got involved in a small play, enjoying the role of Pearl Pureheart. It was fun and silly.  By the time I was a senior, I’d landed the role of Eliza Dolittle in George Bernard Shaw’s Pygmalion.  That was the original play on which   My Fair Lady was based.   I loved it.  I really, truly loved it.

Previous to that, I believe in my junior year, the choir director cast me as Katisha in The Mikado.  I had always loved to sing, but I truly didn’t think I could ever do solo work, because I was an alto. A low alto. Things changed after that. The music director at church told me, “If you can do it for school, you can do it for church.”  For some reason, that made me a lot more nervous than I was when I sang for  a whole school auditorium full of people!

In the meantime, I was writing for the school newspaper, and eventually became first page editor.  I also worked on the layout staff for the yearbook, and became the editor for the layout staff.  And–I competed in speech contests, never dreaming I could win, but Miss Rogness told me I could, and she encouraged me, and I did win. All the way to state competition, where I came in second.

There were other teachers who encouraged me to go beyond what I ever thought I could do.  With Miss Rogness taking the lead, I’d like to send a 21-gun salute off to the teachers in my high school years who encouraged me, helped me grow, and helped me find that there was more inside me than I knew.

Thank you. From the bottom of my heart.

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My Grandmother

Day 20 Twenty Minutes

June 20, 1963. The United States and Soviet Union signed an agreement to set up a hot line communication link between the two countries. 

If you could have a hot line to any person, dead or alive, who would it be? Who would you want to chat with if you only had twenty minutes on the hot line? What would you tell them?

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Lots of names come to mind, but the one I think I’ll choose would be my paternal grandmother, Ellen Erickson Fullmer.  I wish I had a picture of her that I could put up for you to see. I have nothing on my computer, and I don’t have a scanner.  Well, here’s her firstborn son, my dad, John Fullmer:

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He definitely resembled her.  It’s the best I can do 🙂

Grandma Fullmer was a remarkable woman.  She grew up in comfort on the East coast,married a man  who was about 20 years older than she was, traveled across the country with him, and ended up living for a while in a dugout in the Arizona Strip when the stock market crashed in 1929. She had six.  One of the little girls died of appendicitis because they just couldn’t get her to a doctor in time to save her.

While Grandma lived in that dugout,  she began to read her Bible faithfully. Her dedication resulted in her coming to faith in Jesus Christ.  Later they moved to Grand Junction, Colorado, and settled into a real house.  The bathroom was an outhouse which I dreaded with all my heart and soul when we went to visit. Great big old grasshoppers would jump on me from the weeds.  I was sure there would be a rattler out there some day, and I think I would have just died right there on the spot.

Obviously, that didn’t happen.

Grandma lived long enough to come to my wedding. I was so glad she could be there. She looked like the quintessential wester woman, skin browned from the sun, and a twinkle in her eye.

What I would want to ask her would be, “What was it like to go from financial comfort to such poverty?  What was it like for you to rear some of you little ones in such conditions? What was it like to be all alone out there in the desert?  Were you afraid?  Were you lonely?  Did you think about packing up and going back to your parents?  What was it like when you little girl died? How long did you live out there?  Was it hard for you to move back into a town after spending time living in the desert? “

I only know the story from my dad’s point of view. He thought living out there was a boy’s paradise. He had a gun and a dog, and was free to roam at will. Sometimes he bagged some meat for dinner. It was perfect. But I’m not so sure Ellen thought it was perfect.

Someday I’ll get to ask her.

Twenty Minutes

No ESS!

Day 19 Nineteenth Letter? No!

June 19, 1989. The movie Batman premiered. My Andrew thought Batman a great hero. 

Can you be a blogging hero without utilizing the 19th letter of the American alphabet?

Do not utilize the nineteenth letter of the alphabet when writing your article to be made public on your blog today. The topic of the article may be anything you like. It can be any length. But it cannot contain the nineteenth letter!

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Yankee Doodle went to town, riding on a pony.

He put a feather in a hat

and called it macaroni.

Changed a little, for the challenge  🙂

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Big Pot of Stew

Day 18 Photo Challenge  

June 28, 2016. The White House News Photographers Association “Eyes on History” gala takes place tonight.

The photo challenge is getting harder as the number increases!

Post a picture representing the number 18. It can be eighteen items, eighteen people, or something showing the number 18. Maybe even an 18-year-old!

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Eighteen carrots

Ready for the stew.

I think I made enough

To feed an army–and you 🙂

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Haiku

Day 17 Seventeen Syllables

June 17, 1971.  The Okinawa Reversion Agreement was signed. This agreement between the United States and Japan returned control of Okinawa to Japan.

A Haiku is a traditional Japanese form of poetry. It is three lines: the first and third lines have five syllables each and the second line has seven syllables for a total of seventeen syllables. They are often about nature.

Write a Haiku. Please include a picture that illustrates your poem.

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The skies wept with grief

Flooding the land and filling the oceans

Bringing life with grey mourning.

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June 17 Challenge

Here’s a note from a friend who paid more attention to the details than I did:

Good morning Linda,

Here’s a comment about your haiku post.

This syllable count negotiable in the English-speaking world, but a haiku traditionally has 17 syllables, not seventeen words.

Take the “ings” off to reduce your syllable count. Like:

the skies weep with grief
flood the land, fill the oceans
life comes of sorrow

Or something to that effect. (I’ll try sending this comment through the Reader and see if it comes through on your blog.)

I appreciate her pointing out my error. And I feel silly, because I know this.  Just wasn’t using what I know 🙂

Learning to Drive

Day 16 Sixteen and Licensed to Drive!

June 16, 1903 The Ford Motor Company was incorporated.

Sixteen is the age at which you can get a driver’s license in most states in the US. Was your first car a Ford? Tell us about getting your license or you first car.

Alternative: Write about a road trip.

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My dad was old school.  No female was going to drive HIS car!  So driver’s ed was not on my schedule.  When I met Terry, and we were already engaged, he taught me to drive.  I’m going to give you a link to a funny story about that:

https://lindaswritingblog.wordpress.com/2015/10/29/learning-to-drive/

I didn’t do a very good job of pretending it was fiction 🙂

June 16 Challenge

Horror

Day 15 Fifteen Sentences

June 15, 1752. Benjamin Franklin flew a kite during a storm. His experiment demonstrated the link between electricity and lightning.

Today is your chance to experiment! Try a new writing style. Write about anything you wish. But you must write exactly fifteen sentences. No more. No less.

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The man barged into the house without knocking, without warning. He brandished a pistol in one hand, a long, thick-bladed knife in the other.

“In knew you’d be here with him!” he ranted, sweat dripping from his forehead.

“It’s not what you think, Sam!  Really! We’re just talking, nothing else.  Please put the gun down!”

“No way!  I warned you what would happen!”

Sam pointed the gun at Carl, took a breath, and pulled the trigger. Abby nearly fainted, but  Sam caught her, dragging her with his knife hand toward the small sofa where Carl sat, blood pouring from his chest.  He sat next to Carl and pulled Abby onto his lap.  The knife and the pistol were both aimed at her, the pistol at her head and knife at her heart.

“Please, please, Sam, no, please!”  she cried, shaking and crying so that his arms were shaking too.

“All right, I’ll let you live.”

He aimed the pistol at his own head, pulled the trigger, and slumped against the arm of the sofa.

Today Abby sits  in her hospital room, eyes blank, rockingrockingrocking.

in June 1-30 Challenge 2016.

Poetry? Oy!

Day 14 Fourteen Line Poem

June 14, 1578. Fourteen-year-old William Shakespeare wrote his first sonnet.

Actually, I made that up. Shakespeare really was 14 in 1578, and he did write sonnets. But no one knows when he wrote his first sonnet. Today may be the day you write your first sonnet, though.

Write a poem of at least fourteen lines. You may want to try writing a sonnet, but any fourteen line poem will do.

A sonnet is a poem written in fourteen lines with each line usually having ten syllables. There are various rhyming options for sonnets.  Shakespeare used the rhyming pattern: ABAB CDCD EDED GG.

Look up Sonnet if you need help and come up with your own fourteen line poem.

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Sonnets are not my poetry style.

If I try to be serious, you’d just have to smile.

I’d be better at something Suessian,

Or even Mother Goosian

Than  writing something erudite

Though I should try with all my might.

Already I’m stuck for something to say

To finish this poem for the 14th day.

I could write reams of prose on most any topic,

But my poetic flair is rather dystropic.

Don’t bother to look; I created that word.

It’s what happens when I’m writing something absurd.

So now I will bid you all fond farewell,

And  go to my room, and sleep for a spell.

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Luck? Or a Guardian Angel?

Day 13 Lucky 13

June 13, 1944. Prompted by the successful Allied Landing in Europe, Germany launched a V1 Flying Bomb attack on England. Luckily, only four of the bombs hit their targets. 

Tell us about a time you were lucky. Or unlucky.

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I’m pretty sure I’ve written about this before, but a quick search didn’t turn it up.

I was about 12.  We lived in Portland, Oregon, about two hours from Mt Hood. A landmark in Oregon, Mt. Hood is an extinct volcano. Like most volcanoes, it has fumaroles here and there–holes like tunnels down the side of the mountain that let steam escape in an active volcano.

It was late winter, and the youth group from our church had scheduled an outing to Mt. Hood. We would go sledding, tobogganning, and whatever else we could find to do.  The weather was perfect, and I could hardly wait. Once we got to the lodge, we all rented out gear and headed for the designated slopes.

What great fun we had!  It wasn’t terribly cold, and the snow had just the right amount of water to make it nice and slippery. We flew down, trudged back up, over and over.

I had traded my sled for a short toboggan, and was enjoying lying flat on my stomach as I zoomed down the hillside.

Suddenly, the toboggan stopped. There didn’t seem to be any reason for it, and I peered over the side only to see. . . . .

Nothing.  Nothing but blackness. And I was suddenly terrified.  I screamed bloody murder!

Within moments, there were guys yelling at me, “Don’t move!  Hold still!”  Believe me, I had no desire to move!  I was having visions of falling into that hole forever and ever. The back end of my toboggan seemed stable, but the snow under the front end was crumbling. I’ve never been so scared!

The rest is kind of a blur.  I remember the ski patrol guys lying flat, and inching me sideway off that hole.  I don’t remember if they rigged up any ropes or  other equipment. I do remember that once they had me a good distance from the hole, they  blocked it off and cleared that slope.

 Was I lucky that day?  Some would call it luck, but I knew it was God.  PS2.tif

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Twelve Thankfuls

Day 12 Twelve Things You Are Grateful For

June 12, 1942. Anne Frank received a diary for her birthday.

June 12, 2014. The last time I allowed the 12th to be a day of monthly mourning and depression for me. The next month, when the 12th rolled around, I chose to be grateful for the things and people I have rather than being depressed because of what I had lost.

Tell about a dozen things you are grateful to have in your life. It could be people, things, memories, etc. (Yes, I cheated on this one since I do this every month anyway.)

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I am thankful for:

  1.  My husband, who just helped me put clean sheets on the bed because he knows it hurts my back.
  2. Old friends we saw at a graduation party tonight.  Lots of them.
  3. New friends I’ll see at church tomorrow.
  4. My four children.
  5. My nine grandchildren
  6. My in-laws and in-law to-be.
  7. My Bible, which really should be higher up the list, but how can you prioritize something like this?
  8. My Savior.
  9. Music, all kinds.
  10. Chocolate
  11. The refreshing orange juice I’m drinking right now
  12. The bed we just made, which I’m looking forward to using in just a few minutes.

June 12 Challenge