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Winston Salem Here I Come!

This is how I often feel--life is like meeting waves. Only by God's strength can I meet them with hope and love and strength

This is how I often feel–life is like meeting waves. Only by God’s strength can I meet them with hope and love and strength

Perhaps you haven’t heard of the Winston Salem, NC Poetry in Plain Sight Campaign. Let me tell you about it. Stores in that fine town have agreed, each month to display, on a poster, a POEM! Ordinary folks will be the audience for these poems, in an ordinary setting. To me this is the essence of poetry, sharing hearts and experiences with other people, other ordinary people like myself, elevating their day, touching their hearts. What an opportunity for a poet to have a wide audience! WOW! And this month, they accepted one of mine! (I tried four times before being accepted–or was it five?)

Needless to say, I am thrilled and humbled at the same time. For me this is quite an honor. One of my poetry heroines, Alice Osborn has had a poem in this–that I would also be considered is humbling and exciting. That so many people will see my work is also humbling and exciting. As many of you who follow this blog know, I’m also a performer, so getting to read my poem, to see reactions will be an over the top part of the experience and I hope all of you can come next week–see details of the occasion on my FB page. Because of where we live there are very few opportunities to go and hear poetry read and to read. I try to take advantage of what I can but let me tell you, I am very much looking forward to hearing the other winning poems (3 others) for this month read –as much as I am chuffed to read my own.

Thanks to the Brunswick County Poetry Group, to the North Carolina Writers Network, to the North Carolina Poetry Society, to my Writers Block Group, beloved husband, daughter and son, and to Sister Anne from Ursuline Academy and Sister Leonora at Our Lady of Mercy Academy for the encouragement and to my dearest Dad who loved to read and write poetry.

 

School Days

Last night, while going through some old papers I found the brochure (still in the postmarked envelope) my mother requested from Ursuline Academy in Pittsburgh (305 S. Winebiddle Ave, now the WALDORF SCHOOL). The front says, This is the school for your daughter–and indeed it was my shelter from the world, my incubator for talent and ethics for eight wonderful years.

I also found the correspondence between her and the head administrator (my mom kept carbon copies of her typed letters) concerning my first tuition payments and the cab arrangements that would be needed to transport me to and from the school, a long distance from our home, esp since my mom worked, and not that uncommon in those days in the city.

They sent me to a private school hoping I would be taught religion (but I would have had that at the parochial school one block away also) and I am not sure why else. My love for Ursuline began on the first day and continues. I did not go to the high school . By 1961 the high school was so small, my parents and I agreed it was limited academically. The foundation tho had been laid for future confidence and success by the wonderful sisters I had. When you are considering back to school or first school or new school–think and pray about what you want for your child, what the school may or may not provide and how you will balance what the school provides with what you teach and offer at home.

I’ve spoken with many whose elementary school experiences scarred them instead of encouraged them. Where parental involvement was high, the scars are less visible. In my case, a loving tho not involved home, allowed the lessons of the school to sink in and  reinforced them.