Friday, April 20, 2012

Paired Poems for an Historic Week

After the shuttle's dramatic overflight of our area this past Tuesday morning on its way to the Udvar-Hazy Air and Space Museum at Dulles Airport, I couldn't help thinking of this poem by Holmes, written when the U.S.S. Constitution was scheduled to be destroyed after years of exemplary service. 

Wikipedia:
Built in an era when a wooden ship had an expected service life of ten to fifteen years, Constitution was thirty-one years old in 1828. The commandant of the Charlestown Navy Yard, Charles Morris, estimated a repair cost of over $157,000 for Constitution. On 14 September 1830, an article appeared in the Boston Advertiser that erroneously claimed the Navy intended to scrap Constitution. Two days later, Oliver Wendell Holmes' poem "Old Ironsides" was published in the same paper and later all over the country, igniting public indignation and inciting efforts to save "Old Ironsides" from the scrap yard. She began a leisurely repair period. 

On 24 June 1833 Constitution entered drydock and remained there until 21 June 1834 when she was returned to service.
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OLD IRONSIDES

By Oliver Wendell Holmes

September 16, 1830

Ay, tear her tattered ensign down!
Long has it waved on high,
And many an eye has danced to see
That banner in the sky;
Beneath it rung the battle shout,
And burst the cannon's roar;
The meteor of the ocean air
Shall sweep the clouds no more.

Her deck, once red with heroes' blood,
Where knelt the vanquished foe,
When winds were hurrying o'er the flood,
And waves were white below,
No more shall feel the victor's tread,
Or know the conquered knee;
The harpies of the shore shall pluck
The eagle of the sea!

Oh, better that her shattered bulk
Should sink beneath the wave;
Her thunders shook the mighty deep,
And there should be her grave;
Nail to the mast her holy flag,
Set every threadbare sail,
And give her to the god of storms,
The lightning and the gale!

When Discovery and its transport 747 glided past me that morning, I was struck how it, like the Constitution, was battered and charred by its service. Indeed, the shuttle Enterprise that Discovery replaced was originally named Constitution. The contrast between the initial plan to scrap Constitution and the warm and welcoming reception and preservation of Discovery was a striking one in my mind. Both vessels will be preserved for posterity: both are proud examples of American resolve, ingenuity and courage. Hence, my poem:



Discovery

by Dan Verner

April 18, 2012

 Sitting in my gray Impala
Idling in the Walgreens parking lot
Hoping to see the orbiter/747 transport on its final approach
I had given up hope of doing so
Since it was past time for landing
And was just about ready to
Open the door and
Get out of the car
When suddenly

There it was:
Sliding silently past my windshield
Two hundred fifty feet away
A thousand feet up
Headed for a landing
Seventeen miles distant,
The travel-worn orbiter atop its
Pristine carrier
(I was minded of nothing more than
Two boys who stack themselves
Onto a single sled for more weight and greater speed)
And so down they slid to a final stop out of my sight.

And so, to the ancient tale of Atlantis
And sagas of fighting ships like the first
U.S.S. Constitution, battered like the orbiter,
Add this tale of brave men and woman
Who enterprised to build such machines
Endeavoured to meet challenges
No matter what the cost
Bearing the standard for this nation,
Columbia, the Gem of the Ocean.

This is my salute.

Thursday, April 19, 2012

Advice for Writers: From the Guardian Series on Rules for Writing (Fiction)

These are from Margaret Atwood. I am so crazy about her work and her personality as I understand it, that, were I not married, I would run away with her if she asked me. The likelihood of that is, admittedly, very low. DV

Enough distractions. Here are Marvelous Margaret's Rules for Writing:

1 Take a pencil to write with on aeroplanes. Pens leak. But if the pencil breaks, you can't sharpen it on the plane, because you can't take knives with you. Therefore: take two pencils. Who else uses the word "aeroplane" these days? Reason enough to be crazy about this lady.

2 If both pencils break, you can do a rough sharpening job with a nail file of the metal or glass type. I'll have to start carrying a file. And pencils.

3 Take something to write on. Paper is good. In a pinch, pieces of wood or your arm will do. Uh...I dunno about writing on my arm with a pencil. Ouch. I can get a lot on a 3" x 5" card.

4 If you're using a computer, always safeguard new text with a ­memory stick. I had a hard disk fail last year. Fortunately I had most everything backed up on the cloud. A memory stick or two is just prudent.

5 Do back exercises. Pain is distracting. I have a series of yoga exercises I do for my back twice a day. Also a nice period of meditation at the same time. Ommmmm...

6 Hold the reader's attention. (This is likely to work better if you can hold your own.) But you don't know who the reader is, so it's like shooting fish with a slingshot in the dark. What ­fascinates A will bore the pants off B. Yeah, sometimes I write something that bores me stiff. That's what the "delete" key is for.

7 You most likely need a thesaurus, a rudimentary grammar book, and a grip on reality. This latter means: there's no free lunch. Writing is work. It's also gambling. You don't get a pension plan. Other people can help you a bit, but ­essentially you're on your own. ­Nobody is making you do this: you chose it, so don't whine. There's no whining in writing. There is crying, however.

8 You can never read your own book with the innocent anticipation that comes with that first delicious page of a new book, because you wrote the thing. You've been backstage. You've seen how the rabbits were smuggled into the hat. Therefore ask a reading friend or two to look at it before you give it to anyone in the publishing business. This friend should not be someone with whom you have a ­romantic relationship, unless you want to break up. Yep, you know where all the bodies are buried. So your mystery is not a mystery to you.

9 Don't sit down in the middle of the woods. If you're lost in the plot or blocked, retrace your steps to where you went wrong. Then take the other road. And/or change the person. Change the tense. Change the opening page. Always possible to change everything. Throw it all out and start over again. It's your choice.

10 Prayer might work. Or reading ­something else. Or a constant visual­isation of the holy grail that is the finished, published version of your resplendent book. I keep thinking of the Grail Light in "Monty Python and the Holy Grail." Whatever works for you. I visualize Meryl Streep as the female lead in the film version of my novel.

Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Interview with Wanda Lane, Local Writer of the Week (Global Village Edition), an Extra Gravy Feature of Biscuit City


Introduction:

Good morning and welcome to Extra Gravy, a Harrison Bergeron Production coming to you from the glass-enclosed studios high atop Biscuit City Towers, located in beautiful downtown Biscuit City, a happy place where everyone’s dreams come true,  all the residents are intelligent and beautiful and have a ton of money! Our guest today is Wanda Lane, writer, former Fairfax County teacher and principal, resident of Bluffton, SC, playwright and columnist.
 
Dan: Wanda, welcome to Extra Gravy, probably the world’s only virtual radio show that exists solely in the mind of its readers. I know you live near my friend Mary Kay Montgomery, who worked in the library when I taught at Robinson High School in Fairfax County. I found out that you also worked in Fairfax County in a different school.  Mary Kay told me about you and your play and your novel, so here we are! Were you a teacher?

Wanda: Thank you, Dan, for inviting me to participate on Extra Gravy.  This is going to be fun.  I was both a teacher and an administrator with FCPS.  Unfortunately, I did not have the privilege of meeting Mary Kay until I moved to Sun City.  I wish I had known her earlier.  Most of my teaching experience and all of my administrative experience was at the middle school level.  I survived!  That’s the important thing.
                                  
Dan:  I have the greatest admiration for those brave souls who teach or administer at middle schools. So, how did you end up in Bluffton? I know Mary Kay and Bob retired there and I assume you and your husband did as well.

Wanda:  Yes, my husband and I retired to Sun City several years after we retired from our D.C. area jobs.  “Retire” is probably not the best word to describe our life style since moving to Sun City.  We have both pursued with gusto long held-in-abeyance interests.  We love the opportunities Sun City has provided.  

Dan: I know a few other people who live in Sun City and they are invariably interesting people who are involved in a number of meaningful activities. Now, to the matter at hand: please tell me about your play, Aprons Gone Awry.  I know Mary Kay directed it, and I wanted to interview her with you but she wanted this interview to be about you! What’s the play about and how did you come to write it?

Wanda:  Aprons Gone Awry is about a woman, Laney, who realizes after her mother’s death that the aprons her mother made for her are tangible symbols of intangible feelings of love and caring.  She becomes fascinated with aprons and decides to pass on these feelings of love and caring embodied by aprons to her friends.  Laney makes aprons for her friends for their birthdays.  When Laney’s friends see how much aprons mean to Laney, they give her aprons for every occasion.  The play opens with this dilemma.  Too many aprons.  How Laney solves this problem is the subject of the play.

Dan: What an interesting premise! And identifiable as well! I wrote a piece about Mr. Potato Head that I read to my classes years ago about my enthusiasm as a child for the toy and as a result have received potato heads as presents from a number of people over the years. These gifts haven’t overwhelmed me, but I do have more potato heads than the average member of my demographic.

Your play was put on this past month. Where did it play and how was it received?

Wanda: The play was staged in a small, intimate restaurant, Couture Boutique and Café.  We planned to present it on Monday and Tuesday evening, but the demand was so great that we added Wednesday night and eventually extended to Thursday.  We played to sold out audiences each night and received high accolades.  Everyone said they enjoyed the play and the venue.  Mary Kay and I feel as if we invented a new theatre art form – cocktail theatre.  Before and after the play, our guests enjoyed wine and scrumptious hors d’oeuvres.

Dan: Now there’s a real success story! To use a different venue and double the number of performances is amazing! You and Mary Kay and your company are to be congratulated! I would gladly go to any production at a cocktail theater (I bet there was shrimp!). We have been to several dinner theaters (I suppose there are still some of those around) and I always felt that the buffet was a distraction from the play, although we did see some well done shows over the years.

It must be an exciting and yet intimidating experience at once to have a play put on that you wrote and to see the reaction of the audience. Tell me about that.

Wanda:   To see my play move from the page to the “stage” was absolutely exhilarating.  I know of no other word to express my feelings.  There were intimidating moments however.  I held my breath waiting for the audience to laugh at the parts that I thought were funny, but when they not only laughed at these but at other places where I had not anticipated such a reaction, I knew it was going to be successful.

Dan: Yes, I’ve done some reading to groups of pieces I’ve written and am always surprised and pleased when people laugh at things I didn’t intend to be funny. (Of course, sometimes they don’t laugh at bits that I think are hilarious and that’s awkward.)

I’m getting ahead of myself in talking with you about being a playwright. Please tell us about how you got started writing the play and how it all worked out.

Wanda: The play is based on a short story of the same title and plot that I had written earlier without any thought of making it a play.  In fact at the time I wrote the short story, I would have doubted if I could write a play.  Then I signed up for a playwriting course, and under the guidance of Jan Dow, an award winning playwright herself, I created the play. 

Dan: Novelists “only” have to find a publisher (that's a major challenge, to be sure!) and short story writers somewhere to place their stories, but a playwright has to think about having a venue and actors and publicity and a director and all that. How did you go about arranging for finding all the rest after you had written the drama? (I think this is what’s known as a multi-part question!)

Wanda: I believed in the play.  I thought it had appeal to many age groups.  My first step was to ask the owner of Couture Boutique and Café if she would consider letting us stage it.  She loved the idea.  Next I thought of Mary Kay and her desire to direct a play.  It was my stroke of genius to ask Mary Kay, and it was her genius that selected the cast, designed the set, developed the actors and worked within the limitations of our venue.  She was fantastic.

Dan: So, like a good administrator (and I knew many when I worked in Fairfax County), you delegated the staging of the play. That only makes sense because staging a play is a worlds apart from writing one. You and I will have to prevail on Mary Kay to overcome her natural modesty and be the subject of an Extra Gravy interview.

Mary Kay tells me that you also have written a book, Wrinkles in Paradise. How did that come to be written?

Wanda: I write a monthly life-style column for the local newspaper, the Island Packet, under the name Wrinkles in Paradise.  My book is a compilation of these articles plus other short vignettes about life based on my experiences.  My stories are a combination of humorous and reflective moments and reflect the attitude of a whew-I-made-it-to-old-age senior.

Dan: What a great way to repurpose a column! You’ve given me an idea since I have about a hundred columns lying around being useless. Listeners who would like to read some of Wanda’s columns can go to http://www.islandpacket.com/search_results?q=state+of+the+union&aff=1100  and search for Wanda Lane. The columns are delightful!

Now, how has your book been received? Do you do book signings and book clubs and all the rest?

Wanda: My book has been well received.  It is for sale in five retail establishments in Bluffton and Hilton Head.  I receive telephone calls, emails and notes from readers who have identified with the topic and want me to know their similar experience or how much my article meant to them.

Dan: How can our listeners pick up some copies of your book and play?

Wanda: My book is available from Amazon.com and Barnes and Noble.com and from me.  It can be ordered at your local Barnes and Noble.  My play is not available.  Fans will just have to wait until it plays at the Kennedy Center.

Dan: That’s the spirit!

How did you get started as a writer, Wanda? What’s your writing history, as they say in C.F.A. classes in creative writing?

Wanda:  I have taken some creative writing classes.  One of the best writing classes I have ever taken was one in Fairfax County’s Adult Education classes on writing the short short.  But mostly, I write what is in my heart based on my own experiences, reflections and observations.  

Dan: What other professional or personal writing have you done?

Wanda: When I was still working, I wrote articles about my teaching experiences and effective teaching strategies I had developed for professional educational journals.

Dan: Oh my gosh, I have a pile of those as well. I suppose they were a writing experience of another sort.

You spoke of exploring different activities in retirement. What do you enjoy doing when you’re not writing?

Wanda: I’m an avid reader and a member of two book clubs.  I am a novice tap and ballet dancer and am currently in a liturgical dance group.  While I enjoy these activities, they are secondary to the fun I have with my husband, children, grandchildren and friends.

Dan: What’s in the future for your writing? What plans do you have?

Wanda: I’m currently engaged in writing another play and developing a gift book about aprons.

Dan: How do your family and friends regard your writing? Sometimes families and friends are very supportive; other times, not so much. What has been your experience?

Wanda: My family has been very supportive and, in ways, disbelieving of my writing success.  My long suffering husband has found himself the subject of many of my reflective and humorous essays.  My BFF in Virginia, Laurie Coffee, has been a constant support in reading my material and giving me pertinent and thoughtful guidance.  It was she who assured me that I could handle a monthly column and the rest has sprung from there.

Dan: Wanda, we wish you well with your writing and with staging your plays. You’ve been a delightful guest.

I want to thank you for sharing with us today, and thank you for being with us on Extra Gravy from the Biscuit City studios.

We’d love to have you back sometime.

I do have one final question for you. If you were a tree, what kind of tree would you be? I would be a Brazilian rosewood tree because they are beautiful and their wood is used in high-end guitars.

Wanda: When we moved to South Carolina, I became entranced with the Live Oak Trees.  I would be a Live Oak Tree for their longevity and the majesty of their perpendicular-to-the-ground branches.

Dan:  They are indeed inspiring. I understand that you and your husband are headed off on a trip to the Amazon. Have a great and safe trip, take care, and keep writing!

We’ve been talking with Wanda Lane, writer, playwright, columnist and resident of Bluffton, SC, where I’m sure it’s warmer right now than it is here.

This has been the Local Writer of the Week  (Global Village Edition) feature, brought to you on the Extra Gravy show on the Biscuit City Network. The Local Writer of the Week is a Harrison Bergeron Production and is brought to you by Biscuit City Brand Shrimp and Seafood. When you have a crowd in with a big appetite, have the jumbo shrimp that keep on giving long after the last one is gone. That’s right, serve Biscuit City Brand Shrimp and Seafood to your guests and watch them come back for more. Now we know that “jumbo shrimp” is an oxymoron, but we’re a bunch of English majors here at MB & HB productions so we understand all that! We also understand that once you serve Biscuit City Brand Shrimp and Seafood products to your guests you’ll never think of putting out those little tiny things for your guests that take a hundred to make a mouthful. Nosirree Bob! For your next cocktail theater event, insist on the best, Biscuit City Brand Shrimp and Seafood products. You’ll forget all about Bubba Gump and his seafood products when you sink your teeth into a Biscuit City Brand Seafood jumbo shrimp!

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This is Dan Verner, bidding you a fond adieu from the glass-enclosed brain center of the Biscuit City Studios of the Biscuit City Network until next time when we’ll talk to another artist who is making a difference. TTFN!


Tuesday, April 17, 2012

Larger than Life

This post is the eulogy my wife Becky wrote and delivered at the funeral yesterday for Florence Lion. You might not have known Florence, but I suspect that there is a Florence somewhere in your experience who suffered heartache during her life but kept giving and kept smiling.


Funeral Service for Florence A. Lion 
 April 16, 2012 – Chapel, Manassas Baptist Church

 We are gathered here this morning to celebrate the life of Florence Lion, a daughter, wife, mother, grandmother, great-grandmother, sister, mother-in-law, sister-in-law, cousin and friend.  Born on Flag Day in 1919, the year that the 19th Amendment was passed giving women the right to vote, Florence saw an amazing amount of change in the 92+ years of life that God gave her.  The world changed around her with inventions, the administrations of 17 presidents of the United States, two World Wars and locally, the growth of Manassas and Prince William County.

All of this changed, but Florence did not.  Until her final breath, she remained the sweet person that all of us as family and friends loved.  Those of us who knew her at Manassas Baptist Church knew that her warm smile preceded her.  Short in stature, Florence stood tall when it came to her faith and the ways she demonstrated it.

For years, she was a fixture in our nursery hallway, where you could find her rocking our bed babies and singing to them or down in the floor with our toddlers, smiling at them and telling them that God loved them.  This was her place of service until she was in her seventies and I’m sure that there are hundreds of adults today who benefited from her loving care when they were preschoolers at our church.

Florence sang in our Sanctuary Choir and our Joyful Noise Senior Adult Choir.  Faithful to both groups, she sang strongly and with an expression on her face that said, “I believe what I’m singing!”

A cheerful giver, Florence took her financial responsibility to her church seriously.  When I helped in the church office as a teenager and a young adult, I was asked to record the amounts that were given on Sundays by members who used offering envelopes.  When I got to Florence’s envelope, the amount was always listed as both dollars and cents.  After several weeks of seeing these, I realized that she was tithing her income, not only down to the dollar, but to the cents as well.  Florence had made a pledge to God and she honored it completely.

All these commitments were important, but the strength of her faith and the ways she demonstrated it were what shone through to everyone the most.  Because she was left to raise three boys as a single parent until she met and married Jack Lion, Florence was sensitive to other single moms in our congregation and would ask them how they were doing and if they needed help.  She cared deeply for her friends and provided food and support when they were needed.  As a result, her church community was there for her when she needed it, especially following the loss of her sons Martin and David when each of them was only 45 years old.

I’ll always remember her comment to Dan and me as we stood beside her at Baker Funeral Home following David’s death.  “The church” she said, “has been here for years to help me raise my sons, and now they’re here to support me as I give another one of them back to the Lord.”

I was stunned and amazed at this statement: here was a mother grieving the passing of the second of her three sons and yet her response to this loss had no bitterness, just trust in the One who had given her and her children life, and appreciation for all those in her faith community who had nurtured and loved her children.  From that night on, Florence Lion was one of my heroes.  A hero is defined as somebody who has shown an admirable quality such as great courage or strength of character or somebody who is admired for outstanding qualities.  Florence qualified on both counts.

These last years in Manassas and then in Fort Mill, SC with Mary as her companion and caregiver have been a modern-day “Ruth and Naomi” story and allowed Florence to be in a home setting until the day she reached her heavenly home.  Failing health and diminished abilities did not change the sweetness of her personality.  She wondered why so many people sent her birthday cards or flowers one summer when I visited her at home and she marveled at how her church family celebrated with her when she turned ninety.  Her humility was another lesson that I’ll always carry with me.

In closing, I’ll share an insight from a pastor who spoke at the funeral of a member of his congregation.  He gave the birth and death dates of the person and then said, “There’s a dash in between those two dates, and all that the dash signifies is what’s important.”  

I agree with him today.  Florence Lion (June 14, 1919 – April 10, 2012).  May each of us here today give thanks to God for the dash and for all that Florence meant to us and to the Kingdom of God.  We will miss her, but we rejoice that she is now in the presence of the Lord that she loved and served so well.  Florence Lion, new in Christ.