Lessons learned from a lichen

Last week, I created a post and managed to send it to this blog from my documents with a photo, and it was successful. I tried it again tonight, since the experience was fun, but nothing doing. How frustrating! What I must admit is that it's my own fault: there is so much fascinating and useful information out there that if I don't write down the source, that resource disappears into the ether. It's still there, but my very human brain can't access it.  Come thou elusive bit of resource, come to me...

I found the lovely space ship attached to a tree down from my apartment last summer. It is so simple and yet complicated, much like my experience trying to work on the web, but somehow, I think this lichen has got it figured out-find your right place, learn it well and stick with it.

An interview with Artis Connell in Cody, Florida, 2011

Artis is my late Mother’s first cousin.  I saw him at his home in Cody, an old timber town. The place has changed much since his birth in the 1920’s, going from truly isolated and rural, to a suburb of Tallahassee, Florida’s capital.
When I was a child, my grandfather, Albert Connell took us to see Artis and his family a number of times and I grew to love him; I still do. I see him as an incredibly brave man whose strength comes through his faith in God.  The Connell family donated the land for the Cody Pentecostal Holiness church, which Artis continues to attend.  Some years back, before his wife Betty passed away (she made the best chicken & dumplings on the planet to my way of thinking) he was paralyzed after an accident. I was there, at the rehabilitation hospital when he first moved his toe. It was reason for great rejoicing, because no one knew if he’d ever walk again. Now in his 80’s, not only does he walk, he still lives an independent life with his family surrounding him.
During our conversation, he told me stories about a great hurricane and torrential rains--a time when the rivers and creeks overflowed and Cody was covered in water.
Excerpts from this interview with Artis will be published in my book of essays, stories and interviews of the North Florida I know and remember, working title: FLORIDA BEYOND THE SUN
 

A Fresh Look at the New Year

Happy New Year! Yes, I know, I promised to be here faithfully . . . and here I am, bright, eager, and totally excited about what the new year will bring. I had an eventful autumn that was filled with storytelling and speaking opportunities, and I was looking forward to more this winter until I broke my ankle December 6. Pretty much sidelined for a bit, I had to focus on writing, which I didn't mind at all. What I did mind was the pain of the break, and the inconvenience of it. I am one of those last minute shoppers--you know the type--we wait until Christmas Eve and then panic, go crazy at the store and then have a blast. This year I did my shopping online, and it was relatively stress-free. In fact, it was so easy that I may make it part of my Christmas tradition.

While I hobbled around here in the Boot or kept it propped, I finished Swamp Woman, my suspense novel, which is set in North Florida (more about this in another post), completed a mid-grade fantasy piece named Opal Dragon Hold inspired by my grandson Tucker, and wrote several poems. I won third place in the Watauga Pen Women's Poetry contest, and honorable mention in a contest sponsored by the Poetry Society of Tennessee. Let's just say all of this activity helped me keep my sanity while I was home. . .

In addition to writing and storytelling, both of which are ongoing, there are several special events on the horizon I'd like to share with you:

Check out my Saundra Kelley Facebook fan page, which is a growing discussion about my book, Southern Appalachian Storytellers: Interviews with Sixteen Keepers of the Oral Tradition. That book just keeps on going, and it is taking me along for the ride. In March, I will be at The Virginia Festival of the Book with it, and will post my lecture time as soon as I have it. I've lectured at several universities, and hope to do more this year. I am booking lectures, workshops and story-concerts, and will be happy to add your organization to my schedule.

In June, I will perform in Dispatches from the Other Kingdom, with Dr. Joseph Sobol and Kenneth Tedford at the National Storytelling Network Conference in Ohio. The stories in this performance are deeply personal for all three of us: Joseph tells of his father's experience with cancer; Kenny shares his own, and I speak for Kathy Collins. All three were interviewed under the auspices of a communications grant at East Tennessee State University, and I was fortunate to be the one who spoke with Kathy. At the time, I was the graduate assistant with the storytelling program, and ultimately interviewed 28 people with varying experiences with cancer and the medical community. Her story staggered me, and I was honored to be asked to more or less channel her experience. Each time we perform this trio of interviews, lives are changed, and greater avenues of communication opened.

Storytelling in Jonesborough

It has been a busy, busy month, with storytelling oozing from my pores. Performing, writing poetry and meeting with a pack of word-hungry poets, pushing towards the finish line with my suspense novel Swampwoman, plus the necessity of earning a living keeps me running the track at a steady pace.

This morning I was on Cumulus radio in Washington County, TN with Carl Swann and Bob. I was early - an hour early--imagine that! Bob came out of the studio saying, "Saundra, there's a double rainbow, do you want to see it?" Did I??? I ran with him, but by the time I got to the big window, heavy clouds misted over and we could only see the bottom. Do you suppose I saw the spot where the pot of gold is buried?

White Oak Resting Tree - a story

Not long ago, I was searching the internet for stories about sacred trees/ancient trees/old trees, when to my surprise, a wonderful story popped up. In it, reporter Claire Galofaro wrote about an old white oak tree that was said to have graves at its base, and the tree was literally in my backyard! Well, not really, but it does stand just up the road about thirty minutes away.

I tried to meet with Ms. Galofaro, but it just wasn't to be, so we communicated briefly via email and I have continued to research the old tree and its legend since that time.

My interest in old trees has been a long time coming: my grandfather was a timberman who worked with the teams that stripped North Florida of nearly all its old-growth trees back in the 1920-30's. It pained him so badly, that although he spoke of it frequently, he would never take me to see the "last cypress tree," until I was 13-years-old.

When I saw the tree, it changed my attitude towards the natural world forever. It was literally, the last one of its kind left standing. He told me, "We thought they would never end, but when we came to that giant tree, we realized what we had done and couldn't cut it." That tree stands now, surrounded by thousands of young trees, and my story about it is on Legends of the Wild: Tales of North Florida, my CD, which you can order by contacting me at saundrakelley@hotmail.com.

In the last several years, I've followed up on other old trees with interesting stories to share in oral performance, including the Resting Tree. To think that in the 1800's slaves often had no sacred place for burial; to know that an old man risked everything to save a crippled child who never walked,and then buried him under the white oak when he died is precious and should be remembered. That old tree stands still, in Bristol, VA, on appropriately named, Resting Tree Drive.

According to Galfaro's contacts, the old tree is between 375 and 525-years-old now. Can you imagine the stories it could tell? That it was saved in part due to the graves nestled under its spreading arms is a miracle, and to know those graves will not be disturbed nor that old, old tree cut down to make way for progress, is truly inspiring.

I will tell that story in conjunction with several other's at 7pm Tuesday evening, March 1st at the Cranberry Thistle in Jonesborough, TN as a performing member of the Jonesborough Storytellers Guild.

Healthcare and the uninsured

I sit on the board of a downtown clinic for the unemployed/underemployed and uninsured. I just got an email telling me we are in danger of losing our health clinics all over America - this, in the worst downturn in our history. It should come as no surprise: many Americans panicked at the enormous spending that was necessary to keep our country on its feet recently, and in fear of losing all of their cozy eggs, swung the pendulum the other direction. Now we are in the hands of some free-wheeling politicians who have no fear of putting folks out of their homes and onto the street, and denying healthcare to those who need it most.

Remember the "trickle down" theory? It should be re-named "suctioned up." Go to one of those clinics and you'll see folks who have tried hard to get healthcare and finally found it at the clinic. I know - I am one. I am an uninsured American with two degrees who gets her healthcare at a downtown clinic. Without that clinic, I would essentially have no healthcare, especially now that emergency rooms routinely turn folks away who simply need to be seen and haven't got a doctor.

Don't let this happen in America - keep those clinics fully funded and take the money from some place in the upper strata of our society, not the bottom.

Hyacinths are up

I felt so elated this morning when I saw the beginnings of the hyacinths peeking up through the soil. For once, we have no snow on the ground here in Jonesborough, although the white stuff is predicted to fall tomorrow. Oh, well, I suppose we can deal with it since that good old ground hog predicted an early spring. Just the thought of it makes me smile.

Southern Appalachian Storytellers: Interviews with Sixteen Keepers of the Oral Tradition, edited by Saundra Gerrell Kelley, is available on Amazon.com in soft cover or electronic, or through www.mcfarlandpub.com.