Mine Eyes Have Seen The Glory…

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Earl Volpert sings with his Stone Mountain Barbershop Chorus for the first time since triple bypass a short 5 weeks ago. (Top far left)

We call my dad by many names. For the grandsons, most of the neighborhood kids,and the hockey and soccer teams, he is affectionately known as Dado. The chorus he sings with just call him Earl or the Big E. Much of the family has known him as Butch.  For my mom and the family who have watched him struggle for several months with what turned out to be three blocked arteries, he is known as Chief Mended Heart.Whatever name he might be known or by whom, he is a man with a big heart and a booming bass that was gloriously and most clearly heard during his first public performance since his triple bypass just five short weeks ago. The folks at Gwinnett Medical could be proud of their “poster child” for bypass. But is was the eclectic crowd who gathered to listen to the voice they have come to cherish who made it most remarkable. For the ones who call him Dado, there were both the seasoned listeners and the kids who were new to this genre of music. Reports were that it was great to hear Dado sing and that even though they were “just kids” it was kinda “cool”. There was family and there were friends who came to listen and to cheer and clap for The Big E. But whatever the audience called him, they all sat silently to listen to his voice as it brought out the deep and abiding reverence that is due when singing the words Mine Eyes Have Seen The Glory Of The Coming Of The Lord…for Dad…he has seen that Glory just a little too recently and the words seemed to have more meaning this rendition. Whatever the reason, his voice rang strongly on the stage and captivated his personal audience who all felt grateful to have the chance to hear the voice they have long cherished proclaiming the glory of the day.

Duct Tape, Windex and Neosporin…What more do you need?

Sitting in the front Italianate garden today with the boys, my parents and friend Ann. The conversation is always interesting. For instance, Alex made the comment with regard to his Courage Museum Presentation about WWII, “I would bring a Chinese made weapon as a sample, but they have banned guns from school.” Conversation about such things and how long a cockroach can live without its head are prevalent. Even the idea of sending farm raised shrimp to mingle with our general native shrimp population to dilute the strength of our stock raised its head. Interesting stuff…HOWEVER…and there is almost always a HOWEVER…

Alex, my youngest determined that most anything can be solved by fixing it with duct tape, treating it with Windex or our friend Ann’s thought that Neosporin can cure most ailments eventually took over the conversation. Alex felt that if a submarine sprung a leak, then you should add duct tape. If you get a zit, then according to the wisdom of My Big Fat Greek Wedding, you should apply Windex. Ann was amazed on Easter that she grew up not knowing the power of Neosporin for the curative powers within. All that and Alex thinks he is seeing Starlings floating about in the air above us…I think it is just our friend, another Ms. Ann (Starling) …circling above like the angel she is and enjoying the conversation. My mom thinks that she is just enjoying the Friday night laughter. I think she is right. Drew is in the garage playing keyboards as background music…specifically… Jump by Van Halen…must have been the live concert last night. In any case, duct tape, music, Windex or Neopsporin…this is a well-glued group with lots of love and healing laughter.

Auntie B Loves Jackson T…

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Alex, Drew and Jackson hunt Easter Eggs 2012. Alex turned 11 and Jackson turned 2!

Dear Baby J…Jackson T…
Love you, Love you
From Auntie B…

Your bright blue eyes
filled with curious wonder
watch from two feet high
your cousins like brothers

Yeah Ball! Yeah Elmo!
Run like crazy baby!
Love to watch you go!
Watching, doing, Yeah Me!

Go, go, go Jackson T!
Love you, love you…
From Auntie B…

Channeling Audrey Hepburn…or Happy Birthday Anita

ImageThe busy weekend included the celebration of my friend, Anita’s birthday…She is pretty comfortable being 40, especially since she looks about 29! The week preceding the party was a celebration of Anita’s many creative talents. She had envisioned her grand staircase no longer covered in carpet, but sanded, stained and turned out like the grand entrance it was meant to be. Her daughter, Kelly, was the beneficiary of the flow of creative energy. A bright green “lounge” complete with art-deco touches now occupies the former “beigeness” of the corner bedoom. Lucky Kelly-although it was her splatter-art panels that pulled the whole place together.

The piece de resistance was revealed as my tour entered the guest bedroom. A stunningly warm room with handmade bedspread, crystal lamps, heavenly candles and reclaimed furniture painted black was all watched over by the smokey eyes of Audrey Hepburn in a Breakfast At Tiffany’s pose. As I stood in the room admiring my friend’s talents, I was reminded of those qualities that make Anita such a beautiful person. Her own poise, beauty and grace is evident each and every time she opens her home to her friends-which is pretty often. I think she just might be channeling Audrey Hepburn. As for me…I am kind of a Katharine Hepburn gal who can appreciate a work of art.

Fist of Influence

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Three teens from Grayson, GA have produced their first song. Drew Serrero, Ben Snowden and Brian Wilson have been playing together for two years and have performed live at their middle school talent show and with the band Guilty Pleasure. Enjoy!

3.14…How Far Can YOU Go?

Sheldon Cooper (Big Bang Theory) indicates that teachers knew he was amazing when he could recite Pi well beyond the ‘nth degree. My kids can go about 12 places or so without practicing. I struggle to decide whether I want key lime or blueberry.

Pi is an interesting concept and lots of fun to teach because the kids in class seem to “get” it in a domino effect. Abstract lessons are often like that. The teacher and co-teacher present the material per the math manuals, but when something like Pi comes along, it is time to celebrate some math! A few kids get the idea first and then pass along their view of how it works to others and so on. By the end of a class period all sorts of kids are challenging each other to decipher and then memorize the string of numbers that make up this cool tool.

Circling around to the beginning, Pi becomes more than math or a tasty slice of heaven…it becomes a challenge to take it as far as it can go…

Coaching…

If the coach is really good, then their intent is to benefit the players. And if those players are kids, then a really good coach is essential. Coaching isn’t for the faint of heart or for those only interested in the trophy. Fundamental instruction, comprehension of the game, knowledge of the rules and common sense all play a part in a total package when coaching kids. Doesn’t matter what sport, the coach is key to a team.

Sometimes a coach gets a team of kids without the sharpest skills, training time  or the benefit of intensive instruction. It happens. Few coaches can over come such odds for a worst to first season, but it happens. Knowing a coach for many years can go your way or just the opposite, but knowing the kids makes all the difference. Knowing the kids well tells a coach how far you can push, how much you need to yell and when you need to counsel. A good coach knows those things instinctively. And when a coach listens to that instinct and works the team he drafted, amazing things can happen…and they do. Worst to first is as good as it gets and when the coach steps back to give the glory to the kids, he shines.

Or in our case…they shine. Coach Quill, Coach Britt and Coach Jones-ya’ll rocked the season! Thanks!

Skipping Winter…Springing Forward

Completing the hockey season for us and starting the soccer season generally marks our transition from Winter to Spring. This year, it has been more than difficult to discern the difference at all since hockey ran into soccer and Winter seemed to skip us for the most part this year entirely.

Today, we spring forward regardless of what sport we are playing. (We played both.) Lots of folks are playing two sports today. Some are soccer/hockey combos, some baseball/lacrosse, softball/swimming; the list goes on.

If your family is like ours with lots of activity interspersed with all the other things that come with a springtime weekend, just remember to spring forward or you will be late for something! Winter has stepped aside.

Hockey Sit-Com…

Cast these characters in their own sit-com...

Five hockey players in the van makes the van…stinky. But the stench is clearly a redundant subject and something you come to expect when transporting kids who play hockey, so we talk about other stuff. Or rather, they talk and I listen.

Interesting conversations begin with such things as misheard song lyrics, great goals, current and past player stats, where their team ranks in the standings and so on…Mostly mundane beginnings, but when these players add their inexhaustible one-liners to the banter, anything can happen.

“What do you mean you forgot your socks?” “Who forgets their socks?” “Worse yet, who picked up your lost socks?” “I’m hungry, give me a bite of that…NO, I DON’T know what it is, I am just hungry…now share!” “Why are The Police singing about I love her purple song?” “Why are you texting me?  I am sitting right here.” “Yes, I made up that word….No, I don’t know what it means or how to spell it.” “No, he doesn’t bounce, I tried already.”

It goes on and on, banter from the rink to the bleachers to the locker rooms and back to the van for the transport home. Running commentary on what happens in every day life with an ebb an flow that maintains a great friendship among these players.

One particular night, when the lone  girl among them had called shotgun and was sitting in the passenger seat next to me, the verbal volleys lobbed back and forth with hilarious results unrivaled by earlier episodes. As I started the van, the girl turned to me and said, “They are like my very own sit-com.” Well said goaliegal! Well said!

Butter in the cabinet…Harley in the garage

Was thinking about a wonderful man today. Uncle Dick left us four years ago. It was a miserably sad thing to lose such a loving man. He smiled often and laughed openly. And he could dance…oh to watch him swirl my Godmother around the dance floor like a feather in the wind was purely a pleasure.

Funny things make you think about people you have lost. Like the distinctive sound of a Harley as it rumbles down the road. It was great fun to don a helmet and hang on to Uncle Dick as he roared down the rural roads in Southern Indiana. I think of it every time I hear one of those engines growl. And it makes me miss him even more. Not more than Aunt Jeanette, but I miss seeing his smiles.

And Aunt Jeanette, well, she keeps her butter in the cabinet. And I remember that every time I have to “soften” up the butter for baking. If I just kept it in the cabinet like she does, it would already be soft. But, it makes it easy to remember her often…like every time I need butter.

She also has a great smile and laughs easily. They made a great pair. The way they would glide smoothly across the dance floor…smooth as silk…or soft butter…always smiling and laughing.