I'll Call It Like I See It

by sheila morris

Category: Lesbian Literary

  • WINNERS OF THE 4TH ANNUAL MEMORABLE QUOTES CONTEST ANNOUNCED!


    The deadline for entries at midnight last night passed without the usual flurry of last minute entries for the Peace and Kindness Fourth Annual Memorable Quotes Contest, and the entries were fewer in number this year but overflowing with outstanding quality.  In other words, choice.

    The theme of Peace and Kindness was liberally interpreted, I might add, and I was good with that. However, the Daddy Glenn L. Morris Award for Quote Mastery goes to Barbara Embick of Gilbert, South Carolina for her quote and the inspiration of kindness from the woman who gave it to her. Barbara will receive a check of $75. for the following entry:

    “One of the people in our town that was frequently in need of help was a guy named Hoagie Hill, don’t know his real name, just Hoagie Hill. Hoagie was probably 40 – 50ish, lived by himself, hermit like because Hoagie stuttered and some of the town people frequently made fun of him or were mean to him. It was quite sad actually. My mother always made sure Hoagie had a meal and always had a friend in her and our family. There was one night as a 5 or 6 year old that I talked to my mother trying to grasp an understanding about why Mom took such extra special care of Hoagie. I particularly didn’t understand because we had a lot of issues ourselves and I guess it seemed like we didn’t have food to spare or the kindness to give. My mother discussed the situation with me and said Barbara, ‘there will always be someone who needs more than we do.’ That’s why the town folk loved her; despite our situation, she always looked for the underdog and she always gave to those in need spiritually and physically. It was a valuable lesson for me and one I always try to live by.

    BTW, I loved Hoagie Hill.”

    My Old Woman Slow Award for Close but no Cigar goes to Lisa Martin in Montgomery, Texas. Lisa sent not one, but three, quotes and I couldn’t possibly choose one above the other so her prize of $50. goes for all three:

    “Kindness is a language that the blind can see and the deaf can hear.” Mark Twain

    “A kind gesture can reach a wound that only compassion can heal.” Steve Maraboli

    “Kindness is just love with its work boots on.” Unknown

    The Granny Selma Award for Trying and a check for $25. goes to Ann D’Onofrio of Eagleville, Pennsylvania who also had two quotes from her mother and a circuitous route of connecting them to the theme of Peace and Kindness:

    “Here are two quotes from my mother. One sort of fits the theme if you squint, the other…well let me do some mental gymnastics.

    One applies to President Kazoo: Mom, trying to give me a sense of perspective, once said about him as a candidate: ‘He chatters through his own teeth.’ She often said that about politicians and religious men, though she was a devout Roman Catholic and Republican. It was her grandfather’s version of ‘he likes to hear himself speak.’ So I guess that’s a ‘kind’ way of keeping one’s inner ‘peace.’ I know…stretch…The next one even more so.

    ‘I’m living my golden years. I get all the years and my doctors get all the gold.’

    So maybe resignation to one’s fate brings peace? She wasn’t one to suffer fools gladly, so this was a way for her to maintain her equilibrium over outrageous medical costs. By the way, Republican that she was, she felt we needed national health care. That was the nurse who saw many years of suffering speaking.

    Wonderful, wonderful quotes and fabulous stories from you all and to quote another anonymous “quoter,” your check’s in the mail.

    Finally, a Very Special Grand Prize goes to Warren Wood of Dennard, Arkansas who totally ignored this year’s theme but scored HUGE points with the judge with his entry:

    “Just because you were elected president doesn’t mean you are presidential.” Sheila Morris

    Warren, if you were here, I would give you a big hug and if I were Ellen DeGeneres, I would send you a check from Shutterfly for $10,000. Since neither of those is the case, I will send you a check for $25. and a cyberspace hug.

    Thanks so much to all of you for participating in this year’s Memorable Quotes Contest.

    Hm…what will we do next year for Cinco de Quotes contest…

    Stay tuned. Have a great weekend, everybody.

     

     

  • man of Appalachia


    When Walker Williams (83) and his brother Dit (89) go looking for a good time these days, they get in Walker’s car and take a drive north and east of Landrum, South Carolina where Walker lives now toward a tiny holler called Spillcorn in Madison County, North Carolina where both brothers were born…literally…in a home that has stood the test of time deep in the heart of Appalachia.

    no wonder the brothers come back here to their old home place

    yep, Spill Corn is a real place

     Walker’s cousin John offers a drink of cool water to anyone who drops by

    one country store in the back hollers of Madison County

    Walker leads the way inside

    (I think the rice krispie treats were homemade – delicious)

    The little convenience store is like the old general stores – it has a little bit of everything. If you’re on a long drive, you better make a quick stop and visit with Ethel who likes to know who you are, who your people are, and what you’re doing way out here.

    Appalachia unvarnished

    According to our tour guide Walker (who is Pretty’s father btw), the tobacco barns are empty now, the cattle herds smaller and the only source of revenue left for most of the people who have remained in this remote area is logging…raiding their timber to sell down the mountains.

    deep poverty exists in these mountains, and yet an occasional oasis appears 

     

    this road leads to the notorious Appalachian Trail

    thank goodness the “color came late this year”

    pair of goats interested in visitors – any snacks?

     

    another cousin, Robert, cuts his wood for any neighbors

    who might need it in the harsh winter

    a river runs through it…the sounds of rushing water penetrate the stillness

     the barns of Madison County – Walker has asked me to

    make a photo book for him – he already has captions for the images

     

    we’ll have plenty of material for his book

    this man of Appalachia saying goodbye to the mountains for today –

    until next time

    Such a treat to spend the day with Pretty, her dad and sister Darlene in the middle of these magnificent vistas that are an important part of their family history. As my friend Meghan commented on Facebook, “these are the good ol’ days for you.”

    Right on, sister.

     

  • #STAND AGAINST HATE


    corner of Main and Laurel – parade starts here

    where are my peeps?

    where’s our group?

    for sure YOU rock, little sis!

    These girls rock, too – ALL TOGETHER NOW!

    you girls totally rock!

    my chariot for the parade – SC Gay and Lesbian Guild parade entry

    (Thanks to Mar-la-ti-dah (l.) for giving up her ride in the Guild chariot)

    Guild President CC (r.) drove us and served as dj for our fabulous parade music

    (oh, no, she didn’ have ABBA and Dancing Queen  oh, yes, she DID!)

    Robin Ridgell and the Famously Hot Mar-la-ti-dah strategize before parade

    floats getting ready!

    hurry up – don’t be late

    Pretty waiting for Matt Tischler’s Light Brigade to organize

    Baby Tonks’s very first Pride Parade – Mother beaming

    this family walked beside me and made me proud

    Rob is ready!

    Let’s go!

    The Pride Parade made an important statement once again to the city of Columbia and the state of South Carolina as we laughed, sang and chanted our way down Main Street for the first nighttime parade in our history. The crowds on the sidewalk clapped, cheered and waved their own flags to the gays and their families and friends who they knew were taking a stand for equality in a time when equality is under attack by a hostile administration in Washington, D.C.

    I will never forget the older attractive African American woman sitting in a wheel chair on the sidewalk waving a small Pride flag at me as we rode by her. She was smiling with real happiness for what she was witnessing, and that brought tears of joy to my eyes.

    Nothing rained on my parade last night – none of the usual group of protesters appeared – and my last view as we left Main Street was my favorite float.

    Stand against hate. All together now.

  • “Honey, life’s a 4-Ticket Ride”


    My friend Esther told me this story Tuesday when I was sitting in her chair for my regular pedicure at Eli’s (which I thoroughly recommend for anyone who needs a good manicure or pedicure plus entertainment while you’re at it). She swears the story is true.

    She was sitting in a doctor’s waiting area that was empty except for her and a petite elderly lady who had been in the room when she arrived. They waited and waited together, but Esther decided to break the awkward silence by asking the little old lady how she was doing that day.

    “Honey, life’s a 4-ticket ride,” the woman said with a smile.

    I almost fell out of Esther’s chair laughing at what the older woman had said. The remark was particularly appropriate since the State Fair is in town for the week with the amusement park rides going strong.

    For anyone of my friends in cyberspace who might not  know what a 4-ticket ride is, please ask me in the comment section.

    The quote “Honey, life’s a 4-ticket ride” has now made it to my own memorable quotes collection which reminds me:

    Peace and Kindness Quote Contest

    Deadline: Midnight Friday, October 27

    3rd place Granny Selma Award for Trying  – $25

    2nd place Old Woman Slow Award for Close But No Cigar –   $50

    1st place Daddy Glenn L. Morris Award for Quote Mastery –  $75

    Keep those quote coming in, and be sure to stay tuned.

     

  • the inconvenience of truth


    Wildfires are raging out of control along the west coast bordering the Pacific Ocean in California as hurricanes formed in the Atlantic dumped unwanted, unprecedented amounts of rain on the Gulf Coast and east coast over the past few months. People in all parts of the country struggle to salvage and rebuild their broken lives from natural disasters that have created damages in the gazillions of dollars while they mourn the loss of loved ones unable to get out of harm’s way during the catastrophic events. American citizens in Puerto Rico and the Virgin Islands beg for food, water, shelter and electricity as they experience the total destruction of their infrastructures and homes.

    A mad man in Las Vegas waged his own personal war against demons we may never identify, but what we do know is that he killed almost 60 people and wounded 500 more in a bloodbath executed from his hotel windows overlooking 22,000 persons at a country music concert on a Sunday night.

    Today I heard a story about two of the victims of the wildfires in California: a hundred year old man and his 99-year-old wife who died in their home yesterday. They had recently celebrated their 75th wedding anniversary. Imagine.

    Meanwhile, the headlines involve a Hollywood movie mega mogul who has been fired for decades of sexual harassment against women and a president (who openly admits to sexual harassment) lunching with his secretary of state who called the president a “moron” last week. They are reportedly comparing IQs for lunch table talk.

    Other headlines involve the arguments between the president’s third wife a/k/a the first lady and his first wife a/k/a the new author regarding who is the more influential in the president’s life which moves our nation from reality TV directly to soap opera within the blink of a book promotion.

    Our nuclear treaty with Iran hangs in the balance this week with rumors it will not be renewed. Our relationship with the unstable leader of North Korea is tenuous at best. Nuclear missiles here, there, everywhere…

    America burns within itself as debates over climate change, racial and transgender discrimination, wealth disparity, patriotism, kneeling at football games, nuclear deals, the perception of the presidency, health care, tax reform, Russian election interference, building a wall, immigration, gun control – these are a few of the hot button issues that divide us; and our differences become a  deep, dark wedge  of despair in our democratic process.

    It is imperative that people of good will speak truth – even if it is inconvenient because the fabric of our society is in danger of being torn apart. There is no “little” moment of truth.

    We must speak truth during coffee breaks at work with our co-workers, standing in the grocery store lines, at family gatherings, at Sunday School and church, in our seats at concerts and sporting events,  at PTA and business meetings, with our next door neighbors – and especially in our homes where we must wage peace as we teach kindness and respect for others to our children.

    Our individual responsibility is to commit outrageous acts of everyday rebellions whenever we are confronted with our own moments of truth. The answers we seek  to the problems we have as a country lie within ourselves. Now is the time for all good people to come to the aid of their nation.

    Amen.