Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Just call me old-school- I'm alright with it . . .

I guess you can call me old-school- you know the type, the ones who still like newspapers that are printed on newsprint (that inexpensive off-white paper) and books that still require paper, glue and ink to make an impression.

I was born into a time when high-tech was an IBM Selectric- red in color (Did they come in any other color?), and my first newspaper job was at a weekly that still used a linotype, with the melting lead bars. Don't get me wrong, I love the electronic age especially when it comes to doing homework (research) but I still believe that some things are finer in their original 'old-school' form.

My waking-up ritual still requires coffee and the newspaper. Holding a non-digital book in my hand is a pleasure any time of the day; and it's a rare treat, indeed, when I can indulge myself with a block of time to read a novel- hard cover or paperback- without a concern in the world, my mind deep in the author’s story.

I do appreciate the technology that provides us with the Internet, online newspapers, and even the digital books.  My son even teases me about being addicted to the Internet because I get really nervous if we're not connected, or worse yet, my computer crashes.  My explanation to him on those rare occasions when it goes down is that I was in the middle of my homework and surfing the web for bargains. That's my story, and I am sticking to it. Laughs!

Thursday, May 21, 2009

Missing Grandpa Otto . . .

I was talking with three other mothers the other day and we discovered we have something in common besides all having sons. None of the sons seem to have the passion for reading that their mothers embrace! All four of the sons are bright young men of varying ages and talented in many areas, but none have been bitten by the reading bug as much as we have.  As reading mothers, we each seemed to question why they do not read as we do! Is it a guy thing? Or, maybe the result of the technology age?

As I have mentioned before, I grew up in a reading family- both the men and women. My mom, dad and grandma always had their newspapers; my grandpa was the book reader.

Once I outgrew children’s books, my grandpa Otto’s reading habits encouraged me to continue reading. He always had books in the house, regularly ordering them through the mail.  If I did not like his selections, I would eagerly plan a visit to the Bookmobile. That red bus with white lettering could have been a limo, or a jet plane, or a cruise ship for me because the books always took me to another place.

I was thinking the other day how proud I still am of my grandpa Otto.  He came to the United States in the 1920’s, a German native.  He was proud to become an American citizen, and spoke perfect English with a charming hint of his German accent.  I am not sure if he read to improve his English, or if he improved his English to read; either way it was definitely something he enjoyed.

Grandpa Otto passed away in 1996; two months shy of his 95th birthday.  I think there will always be a grandpa-size hole in my heart. I know he always read my newspaper articles, I wish he was here so that I could hand him a copy of Secrets One – The Series.  I think he would be very proud of the fact that I am now a published author (thanks to an awesome co-author).

And, I hope that when my son has a family of his own that he will carry on, and encourage, a family tradition of reading. I know I will be a reading grandma!

Happy reading to all of you!

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Emotionally yours . . .

Emotions - that kept popping in my mind this week, one of those seeds of an idea that I knew I would have to write about it. Now, I do have to give credit to two other people who inspired this. One is Elvis. Yes, I am talking about THAT Elvis. Laughs! And the other is a writer/pastor named Jim in Northwest Ohio.

If I have time and opportunity, I put on a varied playlist of music. If I have time for only a song or two, it many times is my favorite Elvis song, "Can't Help Falling in Love." It makes my day for some reason! (My second favorite Elvis song? All other Elvis songs- laughs!)

I first remember listening to Elvis as a child of about 7. At the time, my mother and I lived with my grandparents in a very small town where my grandfather was a self-employed barber, and my mother and grandmother would sometimes work in the small tavern. Elvis records, 45's to be exact, were on the jukebox. (Boy, am I telling my age).

Now, I have a computer playlist which includes some videos- which is always a treat when it is Elvis! Watching those videos at different times of his life show a myriad of emotions. Always an entertainer, even Elvis could not hide the raw emotions when he and his beloved Priscilla separated and divorced. Other times, the happiness and joy overflow.

His gospel performances are heartfelt and soul-stirring- did you know that he won his only three Grammys in that category? One of the songs was "Crying in the Chapel". Oddly enough, that song was on that tavern jukebox. It had a great effect on me because of the true emotion, although at my tender age I did not realize the spiritual impact. I think one of the reasons people connected to Elvis was his emotional side. He was real and open to others- and I believe searching for people who would love him for the person he was and not the “idea” of Elvis.

As a newspaper writer, emotions are not supposed to enter into the mix. But, how can one not be affected by seeing a group of people come into town with the robes of the KKK? Or, reporting controversial meetings which emotionally divide a community in half? At the same time, readers need to know the news, and so it was. Those challenging reporting times made the feature stories and op-ed pieces even more enjoyable!

My friend Jim and I wrote on the same daily newspaper for a time. Jim is not only a talented writer; he is a pastor with a very tender heart. He can write a news story that rivals any other. And, he can bring one to tears and laughter with a feature story or column, or even a personal note. I know from experience! He recently wrote two columns that really touched my heart. One was a tribute to his aunt, who recently died, and the other a tribute to mothers. Actually, there was a third writing, his response to my thank you for sharing his Mother's Day column. Events touch that pastor's heart, and it brings forth the beautiful fruit of a tremendous writer.

I feel so privileged and blessed to be an artist - a writer- and humbled to know the power and responsibility of the pen. Writing a novel can be an emotional release as well as a creator of emotions that make the writing even more powerful.  It is my hope that my writings may in some way make a difference in those who read it, just as these two artists have made a difference in my life.