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Engaging people with poetry

Illinois Poet Laureate Angela Jackson fell in love with poetry at a tender age, thanks to a poem called “Eletelephony” by Laura Elizabeth Richards, which begins: “Once there was an elephant/Who tried to use the telephant.“ “The musicality, the rhyme,” Jackson said. “I was in love.” When Jackson was 8 years old, she wrote a […]

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Chutzpah

It would’ve been nice to be asked. After all I was a bridesmaid at their wedding 60 years ago been family historian did a lot of tending to our folks in their waning years though I live much farther away did most of the cleaning of the family home went to their kids and grandkids […]

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Goldfish

When a graduate student lived at my house in Springfield he brought along his alligator.  Every so often he would come home with a little package, the sort you get Chinese food in he would announce “feeding frenzy!” I would join him at the alligator’s tank and Andy would pour in the goldfish. Then what […]

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Chutzpah

It would’ve been nice to be asked. After all I was a bridesmaid at their wedding 60 years ago been family historian did a lot of tending to our folks in their waning years though I live much farther away did  most of the cleaning of the family home went to their kids and grandkids  […]

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Glitch

Phil Kendell and I taught Kiddy Lit together. We usually had supper before class. One night we omitted the meal, we both knew the book well. We met two minutes before class, realized we had ordered a comic book for Tom Sawyer! What to do? We rapidly changed plans and spent the evening discussing various […]

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Selfish

My avid sisters got their driver’s license at age 16, I did not. I saw that, once you could drive, you got sent to town with a list of errands. But at 18 I started Beloit College. My dad said, “I’m not driving a kid of your age to town every day.” So, I got […]

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Practicing

My mother kept me practicing even when I didn’t want to. I remember once in a violin lesson I was trying to play “Brindisi,” a terrible piece musically, but marvelous for problems of technique. My teacher had told me to memorize it, and I’d made a half-hearted attempt. Suddenly, in frustrated rage, I grabbed “Brindisi,” crumpled it up and […]

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cam comments

My friend, Rodd Whelpley, has discovered various farm cams online but, he says the viewer can’t experience what you did growing up on the farm. “One can’t hear the whoosh of the milk as it leaves the udders, smell the cow patties that the animal drops, feel the hair on the backside of the cow, […]

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