The role is tough. She has to be a singer, dancer, seductress. I imagine Carmen as beautiful and magnetic: a gypsy, a factory girl, a sorceress. Get it right: sluttiness is not her appeal.
Costumes
First, Carmen isn't wearing red! What's Dat? All of the women wear schmatas: long skirts and shawls in earth tone colors. Carmen does carry a nice black lace, but come on. The soldiers are in Franco green with the awkward tricorneo hat. Not at all dashing. Still, Escamillo is the glittering ego wearing tights and ...<< MORE >>
Mona and Clyde Johnson
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By Lou Groves (nee Johnson)
Both the members of this union had a common background in Tennessee: Clyde L. Johnson and Mona Hazel Maynard. Their families lived in the Tennessee river valley and its companion Cumberland river valley. Both of these rivers flowed vast amounts of water that was harnessed to become the famed Tennessee Valley Authority, a massive federal project at the vanguard of a relentless demand for electric power in the 20th century.
The TVA, controversial at its start in the early l930s, ...<< MORE >>
Washington DC is like the moon. When you take a single step on the moon, it’s not just a piece of a long journey, it’s "a giant leap forward." Everything in DC is tinged with significance and layers upon layers of insider knowledge.
Our first stop is the Hart Senate Office Building. Gary Hart. This building was designed when Senators could expect every luxury. The whole exterior and interior is marble. There are, though I didn’t get to see them, a lux gym, elegant dining, and amenities. Designed in that era but built in this era. Tastes changed ...<< MORE >>
Talking to the fishermen as they brought in their catch, I saw a drowned sailor. My Dad told me most sailors can't swim. I didn't understand, it seemed like so obvious a precaution. Once I sailed a Catamaran inter-island and swam off the side. For the first time in the water, I was frightened out of my wits. I couldn't feel safe in open ocean. The inky black depths, gave no bottom to my fears, which came tumbling in. I saw that I had always swum in relation to the bottom. The bottom let me have a context, a ...<< MORE >>
I once attended a concert in Columbus where I was in row triple "m" though I felt like BB King played in my lap. It's a wonderful experience. Kansas City, Mo airport was like that for me. I got off the plane and I nearly stumbled over the baggage claim. The shuttle desk was in front of me when I turned around. Ten steps and I was at the shuttle pickup site. My salute to the airport architect.
The shuttle driver was gregarious. Even though it was pitch dark, he gave us a tour of the city. Here's ...<< MORE >>
Just east of Cortland, on Route 13, on the second farm after the city ends, on a hill overlooking the road, a mile distant, there is a stand of beech trees that attracted my attention. They were uniformly slender with no lower branches. They were tall. There was no brush under or around them. The division between field and forest was sharp. It looked like they grew as a part of a larger forest, maybe 80-100 years ago.
Something prevented these trees from being cleared for farmland. It wasn't the slope: below it a steeper site was farmed ...<< MORE >>
At the airport, through the Friday afternoon crowd, I heard a child screaming, "No, I don't want to go with you." I never see the child.
At airports the style is always glitzy, the construction always shoddy and the size is wrong: the hallways are too big, and everything personal too small. Maybe it's preparation for being on a plane.
Flying into Ithaca last night, we could see Toronto off to the North. Buffalo and Syracuse closer in. And, as we drop lower, Ithaca. Coming in over the City. On East Hill, the unistakable ...<< MORE >>
Unprioritized - Sunday, July 27, 1997 - Sunday, July 27, 1997 -
Once every three years, the World Council of Credit Unions (WOCCU) gathers delegates from 70 countries to share successes and encourage cooperative financial institutions worldwide. I have been talking for a while about the difficulty of measuring the social impact of Community Development Credit Unions. Since social auditing was the topic of one of the break-out panels, I was invited to participate in the summers WOCCU Forum in Vancouver.
Vancouver is a lot like Ithaca. And it rains there. When ...<< MORE >>
She looked vaguely familiar when she walked in to open an account. It turns out she was a member when our office was on a second floor. Then she was a college student. Now she had returned to town to take a great job, her husband was waiting in the car with their 2 ½ year old kid, and it looked like a second one was on the way. The husband came in to sign forms and I recognized him too. He started playing flute the same time I did, though our lives went different directions, ...<< MORE >>
I sit in my living room, fevered
I know if I go upstairs to rest my mind will be full of evil activity
The sun visits the room like a powerful young shining presence
the universe is so beautiful
but there is pain
I spend the day mentally cancelling my appointments
I start by agreeing to ignore the useless ones
As time passes I miss important ones
and then start on a new batch.
I can't get enough energy to make a decision.
I put it all off till I feel better.
I'm still in a daze when it's time for the flight to DC
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Grandad was a man of such personal honesty and inquisitiveness that he was damned to be unsuccessful in business. He started a lumber coop, ran a contracting business, and sailing into retirement, limited the business to plumbing. His business often seemed like an excuse for him to dabble.
I inherited his interest in honest design. My grandfather built an offset printing press by hand from scratch, just to improve his appreciation of reading. He once asked me if a beautiful bridge must be safe, if good engineering meant elegance. Back then, that seemed romantic, now it ...<< MORE >>
At my mother’s parent’s home in Oklahoma, my brother and I eat watermelon hearts on the front porch of their red farmhouse. Watermelons were in season: truckload full, so we gave generous rinds to the pigs.
A rooster chased my brother and me: big, proud, mean. On the last full day of our visit GrandPa caught the rooster, cut its head off and gave it to GrandMa for soup.
The punishment seemed extreme and dishonorable to us kids. We weren't fighting fair.
We drove home through Indianapolis in a rented olds 98 in 63, ...<< MORE >>