Thursday Book Feature–The Star-Spangled Banner: Cornerstones of Freedom

Image contains: Abbie, smiling.I can’t think of a better way to commemorate Independence Day than to re-blog a book review I posted here last year. Not only do I discuss a  book about the creation of “The Star-Spangled Banner,” but I also sing the song. Enjoy, and have a happy and safe Fourth of July!

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My Books

 

My Ideal Partner: How I Met, Married, and Cared for the Man I Loved Despite Debilitating Odds

That’s Life: New and Selected Poems

How to Build a better Mousetrap: Recollections and Reflections of a Family Caregiver

We Shall Overcome

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Piss Call

Image contains: Abbie, smiling.Yesterday, I returned home from Florida, where I had a great time with my brother and his family. I traveled mostly in airplanes equipped with restrooms, but here’s a post about having to stop and use the facilities while traveling. Enjoy!

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My Books

 

My Ideal Partner: How I Met, Married, and Cared for the Man I Loved Despite Debilitating Odds

That’s Life: New and Selected Poems

How to Build a better Mousetrap: Recollections and Reflections of a Family Caregiver

We Shall Overcome

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Share Your Short Story – Winners

I’m pleased to announce that one of my short stories has been selected as a runner-up in blogger Stevie Turner’s contest. Check it out along with other winning stories here.

Stevie Turner

Thanks to all who submitted their stories and poems for June’s ‘Share Your Short Story’ contest.  I enjoyed reading all of them, and have picked out a winner and 2 runners up below:

Congratulations to June’s contest winner L.A Myles, who has written a very touching poem entitled ‘Cold’.   L.A,  feel free to use the laurel below, and also let me know if you are willing to have the poem published in an anthology I’ll put together when I have enough winners.

https://lamyles.weebly.com/blog/cold

SHORT STORY LAUREL JUNE 2019

I’ve chosen Wendy Van Camp’s true story ‘The Horse Thief’ and Abbie Johnson Taylor’s story ‘Dream Closet’ as  runners-up.  Congratulations Wendy and Abbie, feel free to use the laurel below:

Memoir: The Horse Thief

https://abbiescorner.wordpress.com/2016/06/28/dream-closet-fiction/

SHORT STORY LAUREL RUNNER UP JUNE 2019Please take some time out to read all the other lovely stories that were submitted this month.

Told by Harris:  The  Fake ID https://carlaharris.home.blog/2019/06/30/the-fake-id/

Tea Cup  Writer:  11:17 a.m https://teacupwriter.travel.blog/2019/02/15/1117-am/

Doug Jaquier: …

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Patriotic Medley #Monday Musical Memory

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As you read this, I’m returning from a wonderful vacation with my brother and his family in Florida. The Fourth of July is coming up, and I’m thinking back to how my family spent the holiday when I was growing up.

When we lived in Tucson, Arizona, we often attended fireworks displays at the local university. Although my vision was limited, I enjoyed watching the pyrotechnics show in the sky. I might have been scared at first of the booms and bangs, but I most remember gazing in fascination at the explosions of color and shapes. One year, I could even see them from our front lawn.

We moved here to Sheridan, Wyoming, when I was twelve. At the time, there were no public displays, so we bought our own fireworks. These consisted mostly of sparklers, pop bottle rockets, and Roman candles. They weren’t as elaborate as the colorful displays we saw in Tucson. So, for me, they weren’t as fun.

One year when I was in high school, Dad was kneeling in the middle of the street, about to light one, when a car slowly approached. Thinking it was a police car, we held our breath, since fireworks were illegal in town. Then, to our relief, we realized it was Grandma, who was always a slow driver.

After I became a registered music therapist and started working in a nursing home, Dad acquired an Irish setter who was born on the Fourth of July. Her original owner had named her Old Glory, but Dad changed that to  Maud, after William Butler Yeats’ mistress. Fireworks must have been shot off at Maud’s birth because she was fearful of booms and bangs. After she came along, no more fireworks were shot off in our family.

You can now click the link below to hear me sing a medley of familiar patriotic songs. This may inspire you to shoot off some fireworks of your own. If so, please enjoy them responsibly.

 

Patriotic Medley

 

What do you remember about the Fourth of July when you were growing up? Did you shoot your own fireworks or attend a display? Did your family traditionally have a picnic? What did you eat? Have a happy and safe Fourth of July!

 

My Books

 

My Ideal Partner: How I Met, Married, and Cared for the Man I Loved Despite Debilitating Odds

That’s Life: New and Selected Poems

How to Build a better Mousetrap: Recollections and Reflections of a Family Caregiver

We Shall Overcome

My Other Links

Visit my website.

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