Courage

Have courage to know that when you are dealt a blow, it can be overcome.  It hurts both physically and emotionally and your will can be tested.

Courage means that you stand up and take a step forward, even if slowly at first.  Courage is to be brave amid criticism.  When you experience self-doubt, do not blame yourself – but love yourself.

Courage is standing up to bullies.  Find a strong way around so that they do not out gun you, out shout you, out flank you, put you down, take from you.

Courage can come in many colors.  Sometimes you can think strongly.  Sometimes it is necessary to write your feelings out.  Perhaps a change of scenery is what is needed.  Sometimes you need to get active and go out and get stronger.

If you do not feel well, it is difficult to think about courage.  It is hard to get up!  It is hard to get started.

Seeking out a friend or an associate or a family member can provide the needed strength that allows your courage to build and remain.

Adversity is always there; take heart that your courage is as well.

We are all given our hand of cards and some have different hands than others.  So, courage is relative – relative to the hand you are dealt.

Travel is a good way to understand the plight of others.  Get out and see.  If you have courage, you can heal many things in yourself and in others.  Courage is a concept and a real entity, simultaneously.

Pursue it and attain it and then exercise it:  Courage is like a friend.  Develop the relationship and the benefit is yours.  It is not easy, but feeling abused or discriminated against hurts, and there are many antidotes to troubles.

One is to be brave, to be strong, to keep thinking and to be courageous – even if it is simply an internal courage, a faith and a belief in oneself, in your God, and in people, animals, and all living creatures – and in love for your loved ones – and with love for yourself.

Have courage and be compassionate with it.

Reflection

Two stood by the wall to the Pool

And looked over and saw their

Reflection in the water.

Although side by side, it was

Then, that they saw only their dusty

Dimly lit outlines.  Faces are hardly

Visible in reflections from a Pool.

 

It was then that he slipped his hand into hers, making their

Faces glow from the power of the smiles inside.

Of and from Godly love, from which one cannot hide,

Faces are now made highly visible from the touch of their hands and

Are finally reflected from the water of the Pool, as Faces, like Hearts are Reflections.

 

Russ Thompson

Photo Credit:  Kelli  Garczynski

Beggars Banquet – The Rolling Stones

This is the 1968 Stones Blues Rock and Classic Rock masterpiece. Songs include: Street Fighting Man and Sympathy For The Devil. In my last post, 2 of 3 albums had whoops, hollers and jungle sounds like monkeys howling. This album starts out with yells with Sympathy. Another album from this era, The Thirteenth Floor Elevators, has noted and irritating Monkey yelps. You find that often in otherwise straight ahead rock and roll and blues. This Stones album is from December of the year stated. This is from my personal collection and has my name and date in ink. That is how long I have had it: Since Dec. ’68. This features some very deep blues influence from Brian Jones on guitar and then credits are given to Nicky Hopkins, (piano), and to many friends. Woo-hoo……Woo-hooo!

$200.00

The Psychedelic Sounds Of The Thirteenth Floor Elevators

1967 Texas Psych-Rock Band with the song that got to number 58, "You're Gonna Miss Me."

$275.00

My daily, weekly, monthly, yearly long, and lifelong pursuit of a record album with the picture of four long haired cats never left me after about 13 yrs of age.  So here goes:

I hope you enjoy these albums that I find!

LP Stereo, The Exotic Sounds of… Arthur Lyman At The Crescendo: GNP Crescendo Records, GNP 605: Great Tiki Room Music – Hawaii !  … and Lyman on Vibes.

 

Exotic Sounds – Arthur Lyman

Tiki Room Music from Hawaii

$8.00

Stereo Gatefold LP: Deram DES 18038; A generally good Set of music from Lee & Co. Of note, Engineered by Glyn Johns, this is the Bell Sound sf pressing. Excellent and plays above the look of the vinyl!

 

Cricklewood Green – Ten years After

If you liked Mick Abrahms of Jethro Tull, as I did, you will be a big fan of Alvin Lee on this TYA LP. This first pressing is impressive work by the same engineer and from the same studio and on the same label (London) ((Deram)), as the Stones’ Beggars Banquet. That oeuvre, from 1968 is famously the headstone for “Sympathy For The Devil.” On Cricklewood Green, the ghost of “Sympathy” perhaps that of the Prince of Darkness itself returns in the title: “50,000 Miles Beneath My Brain.” At Seven Minutes and Thirty Seven Seconds compared to Sympathy’s 6:14, The first minute starts out about like an homage to Donovan, Then the Kinks, Then the Who and the Beatles before the B part and the bass part of it along with the singing, results in a Sympathy redux! The rest of the album is oh so good, too!

$24.00

 

 

Angel Delight – Fairport Convention

A&M LP: First Pressing of Angel Delight , US. Release. Two songs co written by RT. On Journeyman's hear power Folk Rock chording. Take Stock! Swarbrick in best form here. You get that Steeleye Vibe here, a bit early. Here is an album for all US Boomers to take stock in that you did not grow of age in bombed out London. But there, on Muswell Hill, (land of the Kinks), was the lonely hall named Fairport. And there in late 1965 or so was installed the hippie group into a Convention. Nothing so much to do with a Seaport really. Therein such Hall assembled the motley crew of Richard Thompson, Sandy Denny, (British Female Vocalist of the Year for 1970), Ashley Hutchings, Dave Swarbrick and the revolving door of bandmates. But somehow, their famous rock and roll band is today still known as the founder of British Folk Rock! Here is their 6th Album!

$17.50

July

I do not know why I thought of this except for two reasons: One July, and the other is the song: Willow Weep For Me.
I did not want this to go unsaid. So, I write it while listening to a set of Wes Montgomery jazz guitar albums, one of which is titled Willow. And it has the title track with him.
With hours of free time, I write.
When I was growing up we had a giant, well it turned out to be a giant – Weeping Willow tree in the back yard, toward the Tindall Road side, but before the 2 acres of what was once garden and then simply lawn.
Each summer I would take the big loppers and run around its circumference chopping off and giving a bowl cut to its hair of branches which were drooping – weeping. They were heading to the ground and I am sure, since the willow seeks water, they would have rooted and hit the water again. There was so much water there below the surface of lawn. The concrete block of the basement of the house would seep water in. There was a drain in the concrete floor, as well – of the basement.
When I was about 11, I would entertain myself. My five year older brother was 16. He worked hard at my uncle’s dairy farm, milking. Soon he had a car and was off at nights in the summers. I on the other hand had all day for games by myself.
One of my favorite was to hit a whiffle ball as hard as I could to try to hit a homer over that forty plus foot tall willow. If I made it, it was a homer. Hundreds of hits were seen by that tree. I could find the whiffle balls when they landed. Softballs worked. Hard softballs. Baseballs would likely get lost.
I loved that willow. I could trim it high and we could sit in under it. I would watch it grow back in a few weeks. I could mow in underneath when it was trimmed. I was young. I was innocent. I loved that tree. The idea that it sucked so much water intrigued me. I knew there was a reason for everything and a reason for being for everyone and everything. Each contributes just something not only of their species or genus, but also uniquely, as in where they are planted in this world, what area they are rooted in, and where they belong and what they contributed while they were there.
We soon added a screened in summer porch for sleeping on that side of the house. The tree was closer and it made that part of the house and yard a bit cooler. That tree grew enormously. When I left for college, I lost track of that tree. I do not believe it is there anymore. In fact, the creek a few hundred feet away and in lower ground looks to be much more dry. I suppose it may be to do with global warming.
But when that tree was there, it provided for me an opportunity to participate as every player in the all-star home run derby. I was every all-star. I had a barn for basketball, and I was every team and player on every college league. St John’s, and Syracuse. I had a frozen pond strewn in with the cattails in winter, and I was the NHL. I had a flat rock wall with a cinder turnaround driveway that was a baseball diamond and a rubber ball for strikes and balls and popups and homeruns. I had a barn wall with a ridge the height of a tennis net and a cut grass court that was one half the size of and was my Wimbledon. I was twelve when I got a Nehru jacket and my brother took me to Teen Canteen at Three Rivers Inn. Those were all ages dances, and on Sunday afternoons.
That was all about chasing and dancing and girls and I am sure I spoiled a lot for my brother. I was a cool little dancer then, too.
I do not think that willow ever wept for me; I think I weep now for it and its demise, and all it contributed, and all it saw. It was there when I graduated from High School and Ron, my cousin, and I had a grad bbq party in that yard. That would have been June of 1966. Late that afternoon, I had a car, and I left to go meet up with Reid and Lee and Keith and Mike and we went to Auburn to have a few beers.
It was one of our last times before we all went off to college. I worked those summers at drywall. We would go to Little Green the house in question here, (the one with the willow) and party and relax after work. And we would go to Weedsport to see what we could see. Ah, those were the days – The Glory Days.
As the song says, you Can’t Look Back, except sometimes.
No tears of sorrow just tears of joy from and for the Willow of my childhood: Willow weep no more except all you want, from the willow heaven, up in the sky you so valiantly sought – yet succumbed to, with your own weight – of your own water, only first to droop down for a little boy to take his shears and cut your boughs of tears, down to his size.
June 14, 2017
Bellingham WA.

My Octogenarian friend leaned closely and whispered: My friend in Arizona has massaged thousands to “Autumn.” And with that Scott Cossu rocked on! This was the scene at LICC, the church on Lummi Island. Scott mused that some of his Jellyroll and Boogie Woogie was close to Rock ‘n Rolfing! But more than performing Windham Hill foam, sea and new age music-to-unwind to, Mr. Cossu really entertained a full house at the church on Friday, August 15 with variety. Happiness simply exuded throughout, – sometimes with toe-tapping, sometimes with hand-clapping and even some dance was seen.
Rolf and Mambo. Equally influenced by Chopin and Pink Floyd, Scott Cossu came out with a nice mix from his latest Record: Jazz, Boogie & Deja Blues. He lit our fire!
Like me, Scott Cossu thought Jimmy Dorsey was mom and pop’s man! But Scott has given him another chance, satisfyingly discovering that the big band leader could do the boogie, too! Performing Dorsey’s “JD’s Boogie” was one of those times last night that the piano was rocking as much as was the audience! Scott played two sets. Within his sets, He played two-song “mini” sets like connotative word pairs, mostly. Variously each pair would complement; then contrast. In his style he would take the mini to a bridge, the flautist would change instruments, and the second piece would begin. And the endings were tight! And, they were just right. Ringing! Ringing to applause from a most appreciative islander audience. It was an educated crowd. Many remembered the Windham Hill days of the 1980’s. We even had a handful of under 25 folk enjoying the acoustics, the ambiance and the warmth of a church concert.
Two standing ovations later, everyone got to meet and greet Scott and his accompanist (on flute, harmonica, and sax), John Croarkin, in the social hall for some sugar and caffeine, or herbal tea, if you are into new age stuff. Most wanted to get laced up to try to stay up on witticisms to and fro. Scott will be back. He loves islands. We loved his music, this night! Another brick in the wall! Chopin did not meet Pink Floyd this night, and Chopin probably wouldn’t have joined the band: he did not like to perform. He would have enlisted Liszt! Liszt was the Michael Jackson of his day: The first rock star!
We had a little rock star action last night! Scott Cossu and John Croarkin. Rockin’ Salsa and Whipped Cream – and a few other delights! Maybe it should be called Windham Swell, or Windham Sail!

I first met Josh at Blue Jay.  I was walking my dog and he came around a corner of the wooded campground by himself.  He said:  “May I walk your dog?”   I later created a relationship with his mom, and then of course, with him and his brother, who was younger.

But then, it was at first sight, a trust relationship:  “Sure, here you go!” and I turned over the leash attached to a 65 pound red Doberman to a complete stranger!

I felt free!  I was on a camping trip, and now, no dog!  My co-pilot, my immediate family, in the hands of a 15 year old.

And that was the start of my long relationship with Josh!  Nearly 20 years. I think that the kind of encounter could actually be the best summation of what he was all about!  The here, the now!  No pretense was there, ever, with Josh!  Just pure science and understanding or a wish to find out how things worked.  Even dogs or pets he’d never experienced, he was fascinated over.

Josh was born shot from the womb, and he started walking early, and he was skinny, and fast.  He always had a hard time breathing and suffered from asthma, so he used a rescue inhaler from time to time.  He was quick and quick witted and very intelligent.  His inquisitiveness ended up getting him into trouble.  He loved guitar and all of the old Classic Rock from his mother’s era.  And he was good on guitar, although later he complained about tone deafness.  By that time, I was taking lessons for guitar.  I didn’t believe in tone deafness, although I too find it hard, as opposed to natural to pick up melodies and hear changes.  But he said he had to learn and memorize anything he played and ultimately he got discouraged over his playing.  But he appreciated guitars and I remember jamming with him, me on bass and him on guitar, a few times.

He played my old Guild OM model six string acoustic a few times and did a fine rendition of Greensleeves on it.

We moved to Northern California and he came with us.  His brother did too. It was the country.  There were bikers and thus, drugs – Meth!  Josh liked it because it made him seem alive.  Ironic.  It led to his undoing.  He got in trouble with the law.

Josh loved kids, animals, music, photography, cars, cooking and eating good meats and drinking beer.  He was so alive.  We loved it when he brought a girlfriend to dinner with us who he’d met at rehab.  She had a kid and he liked her too!  We had many good times but when he was crashing, we didn’t.  He was sick.

He moved back with his dad when we moved to Washington.  He got a good job with a countertop firm.  Then he was pulled over.  He and his mom were going to go back to the north to take care of it.  With money and time off to take care of it, he couldn’t stand the dread of maybe being back in jail in Auburn. So he stayed up nights.  On the computer.  Not making good choices.  He always said:  “Don’t blame your selves, it’s all me, and it is all about the friends you choose.”  He always knew exactly what to say to his family to allay fears.  He had Halcyon and that is one drug that can’t be mixed, but he did.  He could not sleep.  His pain was overwhelming. On February 26, 2007 a month and a day after his 34^th birthday, he died.  Our life ended that day, too.

After that we never looked at life the same way.  We can see carefree people.  Now we sit and wait.  We wait for God’s whispers, as Josh is in our minds and hearts every day.

---

 Josh

Keith was a friend of mine and one of about five of us who hung out together in Cato during high school and for a few years after school. There was Lee Jay Boyd, Karl Reid Hotaling, Mike O’Neill and me, and Keith.

I used to go down to Keith’s on weekends during those school years, to either pick him up to ride with me, or to catch a ride with him. He’d usually been working all day. Most guys hop in the shower. But not Keith! I’d knock on the door and perhaps his mother would answer and she’d say he’s getting ready up stairs. “Go ahead on up,” she’d say. So this one time he shouted out that he was in the bath and I said: “Oh I’ll wait out here!” He said: “No!” “It’s ok, it’s a bubble bath!” Sure enough, bubbles four inches thick. You couldn’t see a thing except his hair, mouth, eyes and nose! I thought that was hilarious. It was routine for Keith, he liked baths, baths with soaking bubbles!

I remember that he would get irritated with his grandfather, who we all called, Parm! His name as it turns out was Palmer Titus. Keith’s Dad’s name was Herbert, although I would not have remembered it except that both Keith’s dad and grandpa sponsored the printing of the Yearbooks for CMCS.

One time Keith was mad at Parm. Parm had an old farm, the original Titus Farm, off the corner of the Federal Road, (which I lived on) and Route 134. There was a hillside there and the school bus would turn the, and go by this field of Parm’s.

We noticed that a cow was always sleeping in the same spot for over a week. Finally we asked Keith. He said: “That cow died there, and Parm wasn’t aware of, or wouldn’t do anything about it!”

Keith had an older brother, Steve. I didn’t really know him. He was a year ahead of me. I believe he was taller than Keith. Keith was a good athlete. He was tough on the football field. Keith also had a sweet voice with a cut way of talking that I believe went right to the point. He was a nice guy.

One time, a bunch of us were out racing around and taking-off fast. I had my dad’s Studebaker Golden Hawk, which had a 289 engine and a four speed stick shift on the floor. I decided to take off and go through the gears. With second or third gear, under a load, all of a sudden something broke! It felt like the car twisted in under me. It felt like a sponge and a rubber band working against each other! Somehow, I limped it, the car, quite a ways over to Keith’s.

The more I think about it, the better I feel. Well, I broke the motor mount on the right side and it torque’d the motor every time I hit the gas! So… I had to nurse it, and somehow I got it to Keith’s! Back then it was maybe find a telephone booth, or just show up on someone’s door. Don’t know how it happened. But, starting late, like after 10:00 pm, Keith took the car down to his shop – down in the barn. We ended up staying up all night, and Keith welded the motor mount back to the engine. As far as me staying out all night, I just said I “crashed” at Keith’s. Well: Keith fixed it. I think now, (since now I know that a motor mount is a combo of rubber, steel and bolts), that it probably was ready to go out on its own. ‘Course, I edged it along a little, for sure. But, boy, did I beat myself up over that for a long time, in fact, until now! But the point is that Keith had this built-in kindness, and just knew what to do, ahead of time. I think he was a leader! As far as I knew, my dad never knew the difference about the car. I never gave up the ghost. The car worked great! Problem solved! Thanks, Keith!

1948 Chevy:

Well, I went off to college to Cortland College. So, sometime around 1967-1968, I had the “opportunity” to “get” a car! The car was, believe it or not, a 1948, same year as I was born, a Chevy sedan, black in color! It actually looked like a Mafia car, now that I think of it!
Anyway, I bought it for $100, and I am not sure how much I ever: started it, or drove it. But it ended up in the parking lot of the apartment that my roommates and I were renting. What a problem! So, one Fall, I got in touch with Keith!

He actually came down from Cato to Cortland. He had a flat-bed trailer. He hauled it up to the lot to the “right” of the barn, below his house, on the other side of the road. There it stayed! Kind of like Parm’s cow. Well, in a way!

So, after that, I said: Keith: “Market that car for me, if you can.” During this period, my Dad would drive by there, and glance at that car. In fact, during some summer, or spring breaks, I’d go by and see it too! I don’t know how that got resolved! I think Keith sold it eventually. I was glad he didn’t sell it to my dad! Anyway, Keith was gracious!

I remember that Keith had a trucking business. I know that he hauled hay, for one thing! I know that he always worked hard. He was a good football player on the high school team. Keith had a car that he was very proud of. It was a 1963 Ford Falcon. He had put a V8 engine in it and it was a three speed. He had it suspended with a beef-up set of springs. It was light weight, fast and clean. Guys in the ‘60’s liked their fast cars! His was very clean.
Looking through the Yearbook of our school, I found that Keith was very involved. He was in Communications Club, Varsity Football and Chorus. He had a sweet voice and a raspy voice at the same time. I am glad that he found great love in his family and children. He died too young. I hope that these remembrances are received well.

With these sketches and memoirs Keith is memorialized just a bit more.

The Benefit Blues Festival on Lummi Island

Blues Ad 

The Festival was a success!  Everyone liked Freedom Blues a band brought over for the day by Charlie Johnson from Custer and his Dakota Creek Recording Studio.  Charlie did the Sound for the day and he was Outstanding!  Also, the food by Herb and Deanne was wonderful!  Thanks again everybody!!

3rd Annual on Lummi Island –
Benefits M O R E for change – moreforchange.org Features Art and Craft vendors, Food Garden, Beer/Wine Garden, Music stage, Speakers, Music by The Dave McAdams Band, Rhapsody in Blues, The Greg Pitsch Band featuring Johnny Brewer, and Native American Flute artist, Cindy Minkler. Also appearing: Marlee Walker and Eric Freeman & Kenny Williams. Special Instructions: Park on the Gooseberry Point side as available, then use the walk-on ferry. Bring blankets and lawn chairs. No outside coolers/open containers. Sorry, no pets. Very short walk to the venue at the Islander Store.

Read more here: http://calendar.bellinghamherald.com/lummi_island_wa/events/show/270726465-the-benefit-blues-festival-on-lummi-island#storylink=cpy

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Their current goal is to develop and maintain a Speaker’s Bureau through which the above stated activities of Support Service and Education will be implemented.

M. O. R. E. for change is Mothers of Offenders and Others Rallying and Educating for change.

They act as a Beacon, shining light on the epidemic of over-incarceration of citizens and others in the United States.

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Distance

I arose today wondering about you…

And when I get this feeling

I am alive to know

I do not know you….

I have never met you, either as a seventeen year old or a seventy year old.

Where are you?

I arose today thinking of you,

Thinking of all the things about you…

Thinking of your broken bones, Your throes,

Your tides of gladness, your

Fits of sadness that make me sad; and I do not know you.

When will you be revealed to me:

On a dark winter’s night,

On a bed, with only roses growing;  in the country; by a house; on a roadside?

I arose today wondering about you….

New Song of October – A little dark.

 

October has no reason for being: It’s no longer summer for you and

Winter’s not here.

October does not announce the

Killing to come, in winter;

It teases.  Sunny October brings wind that

Blows leaves into eyes.  Debris lands in our hair.

Our blown hair, now in the way, waits for rain.

Trees give up leaves, and coolness calls out.

 

Crisp cold tells nothing. It simply makes us change our clothes

From Bareness showing, to shorn Fur.

October is a scare!  The colors of fall, we revere. Leaves are red, like blood; Black, like death;

Purple, like the blue with the lack of air.

Lips are pursed not allowing anything in or out, while we wait for October’s words.

Summer and its Sun held leaves green.  And in October

We still have to wait for winter’s cold, crisp, dormant sleep giving – rest.

So what of October, so loved?  It is the first whole month of fall.

It shines and rains, though not at the same time.

 

October is round like a pumpkin.  October does nothing:  It has things done to it.  It is not September,

Nor is it November.

No wonder Halloween likes you, poor October, you let Halloween do whatever it wants to do!

You do nothing and become our favorite month.

April south of the equator, you are the same.

April and October, two pregnant friends, birth a winter,

That once born becomes a time for nursing, quietude, and the joy of new life to come, in spring, in

Green.   But that is not you, October.  #

Ripples

 

Shouts… are Freedoms – asking for the right to be heard;

And when they are angry shouts, they hurt.

“Sorry!” is a good response after the fact;

And if you say it, mean it, for you have

To hear the forgiveness response that comes next:

“Okay!”

 

Freedom’s ring has the effect of a thrown stone’s impact on a pond:

Ripples on the surface.

After the stone is thrown,

The ripples begin, and go in all directions.  Slowly, the

Ripples subside, until another disturbance again breaks the tranquility of the water’s

Surface.

 

By letting Freedom ring, we see, we feel – the depth, the feeling, the emotion of what was

Pent-up and is now out: Potential energy

Rippling its way along,

Touching every shore – and everyone on the shore.

 

“Sorry!”

 

“Okay!”

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