tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396107234980076012024-03-12T18:56:20.531-04:00::kimweitkamp:: thoughts from a traveling mindThoughts From a Traveling MindMeh.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263700170449616340noreply@blogger.comBlogger32125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-439610723498007601.post-40999992488616828242013-04-27T22:55:00.000-04:002013-08-29T11:47:45.256-04:00The Story of Food<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">When I am home I love hanging out with two couples who are major foodies. We love going to dinner at current hot spots and discussing
each thing ordered. These dinners can stretch to almost 3-3.5 hours. The
stories flow and the laughter is headier than the best wine. I adore these
times.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Recently we started discussing our favorite childhood
dishes. I immediately thought of my mom’s Chicken Plantation. When she made that dish she could ask my dad
for anything…and get it. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I loved watching her make it. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">With a flick of her wrist she would fan flour onto the
counter, then roll out the dough into a large square, sprinkle it with fresh
parsley and onion, then roll it up and slice the dough into big fat biscuits. The she'd carefully place them, pinwheel side up, in a deep square dish baptizing them in rich,
made from scratch gravy and fresh picked chicken. </span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Into the oven it went. In minutes the whole house smelled
heavenly. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">We would gather around the table and mom would present the food with love and pride. I'd scoop out a steaming biscuit and I swear, as a
little girl, those biscuits where the closest thing to spring clouds that I
could imagine. It is still one of my favorite dishes.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Another dish I loved as a kid was Shoo Fly Pie, a local
dish that was a tradition especially in the spring. I grew up in Amish Country
near Lancaster, Pennsylvania. Talk about good food. The south thinks they own
comfort food but oh my, Dutch cooking and Amish </span><br />
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cooking in Pennsylvania cannot
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Shoo Fly Pie is basically just a molasses pie. I like mine
wet bottomed, which mean super gooey. It’s
called Shoo Fly Pie because it is such a sugary treat that at potlucks you have
to constantly shoo away the flies (that's a yummy picture). <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The best thing about these recipes, actually all recipes
that bring us comfort, are the stories that go with them. Dinner table stories,
helping mom in the kitchen stories, cooking with the kids stories; all things
that are becoming a rarity. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I hope you enjoy these childhood dishes and I hope many stories are
spoken over each bite, around your dinner table, with those you love.</span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><b>(I am giving
you my version of Chicken Plantation which I have switched up to be easier than
my moms but just as delicious. Please feel free, in the comment section, to share your favorite storied dish).<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<b><u><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Chicken
Plantation (Kim’s way)<o:p></o:p></span></u></b></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">4 cups fully cooked chicken. Shredded or cubed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">1 medium onion, finely chopped<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">2 tablespoons butter<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">2 cans condensed cream of chicken soup, undiluted<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">1 cup 2% milk (or, if you are in a party mood go with whole milk
- we grew up on goats milk from the farm)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">2 cups fresh peas (frozen thawed is fine. You can add cooked
carrots too)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">1. In a large skillet sauté chicken (or boil a whole chicken, pick
it clean then add to skillet) and onion in butter until onion is tender.
Combine soup and milk, stir into chicken mixture. Add veggies; heat through.
Pour into an ungreased shallow 2.5 quart baking dish.<span style="color: #222222;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">2. Combine biscuit mix and water until a soft dough forms. On a
lightly floured surface knead dough 10 times. Roll out into a 12 inch square.
Sprinkle with parsley (and fresh onion if you prefer).<span style="color: #222222;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">3. Roll up jelly roll style. Cut jelly roll into 12 pieces, place
over chicken mixture, pinwheel side up. Bake, uncovered at 425 degrees for
20-25 minutes or until biscuits are golden and chicken mixture is heated
through and bubbly. <span style="color: #222222;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Serve with warm, homemade, chunky applesauce and strawberry short
cake for desert and you have one of my childhood meals on your own table.<span style="color: #222222;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<b><u><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Wet
Bottom Shoo Fly Pie<o:p></o:p></span></u></b></div>
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packed</span><span style="color: #222222;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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unsalted butter)</span><span style="color: #222222;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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your own or store bought if in hurry)</span><span style="color: #222222;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Arial Unicode MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">Use a deep pie plate, those little aluminum things from the store will not suffice.</span></span></div>
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and shortening</span><span style="color: #222222;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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mixture for the topping</span><span style="color: #222222;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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egg, molasses, baking soda, and boiling water.</span><span style="color: #222222;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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then reduce temp to 350 and bake for 30 more minutes.</span><span style="color: #222222;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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better if it sits for a day...but I guarantee it won't last that
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Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-439610723498007601.post-38323996410668224502013-03-31T11:54:00.000-04:002013-08-29T11:48:24.601-04:00Apollo 8 and Genealogy? Yes. <br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">On December 21, 1968 Apollo 8 was launched into space. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">This would be the first manned spacecraft to leave Earth’s
orbit. The astronauts were able to see
the far side of the moon, orbiting it 10 times. Finally, mankind’s longing to
reach space and see the moon up close and personal had come to fruition. But an
amazing </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">thing happened along the way. Once the astronauts entered space, they
could not stop looking back, gazing at planet Earth. Their desire to look upon where they had come
from became more powerful than looking ahead to where they had not yet
been. It became such an overwhelming
desire that they named it Earth Gazing.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I think life is a lot like that. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">In our youth and in our quest for new and exciting things,
we propel forward with great passion and excitement, hoping to discover new
worlds but then, we hit a certain place where we realize that where we've come
from is just as amazing and awe inspiring as where we are going. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I am always searching for new experiences, creating new
things and trying to discover new worlds but a year and a half ago I
realized that my personal history is just as fascinating as the unknown that
lies ahead.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I guess I have reached a place where, as I float among the
years of my life, I have decided to turn and look back. It is
addictive. I cannot stop gazing into the history of me. This is not narcissistic;
it’s a natural human desire, to feel a part of something bigger.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I have always told personal/family stories, it’s how I make
my living, but a year and a half ago I decided to start digging into my family
history. Using online resources, <i>Family
Search and Ancestry.com</i>, I started to uncover information, documents, and
pictures that helped me see the whole picture of where I come from. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">One hour turned into two hours turned into 8 hours turned
into a yearlong project and now, an ongoing expedition. I can’t stop. I've uncovered pictures of my great, great grandfather. I've found documentation of
my grandmothers addresses, which gave me a map of her life. I've found my great grandfathers marriage
certificate, my grandmothers marriage certificate and...her divorce records. I
learned about aunts and uncles and I learned things about my mom and dad. Slowly, my whole world is coming into focus. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Doing this family research led to some deep and meaningful
conversations with my parents. They are
at the time of life when all they do is look back. When I started sharing with them what I
found, they sounded young again…thirsty for information. No matter how many
times I called and told them about the latest family puzzle piece I had found,
they wanted more. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">How sad it is that I was in my late 40’s and my parents in
their late 70’s when we began this journey.
I wish we had started when I was younger. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Recently Parade Magazine had an article titled, <i>The Secrets to a Happy Family</i>. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Get this. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b>When a team of psychologists measured children’s
resilience, they found that the kids who knew the most about their family
history were best able to handle stress.</b>
<b>The more children know about
their family’s history, the stronger their sense of control over their lives
and the higher their self-esteem. The reason: These children have a strong
sense of “ inter-generational self”—they understand that they <i>belong to something bigger than themselves</i>,
and that families naturally experience both highs and lows.</b> <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I wonder if that is what the astronauts were feeling. We all know we are a part of something
bigger, but they actually got to gaze on it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Your family knows they belong to something bigger, but
knowing it and actually hearing about it…seeing it, are two very different things.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Whether you share your family history by doing genealogy/family research or by sharing family stories at the dinner table…who cares? Just do it. Better yet, <i>do both</i>. Here is the
best part; your family isn't looking for fairy tale endings. Share with them the good, the bad
and the ugly. It will help them through their own good, bad and ugly times. Let
them gaze upon where they came from. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-439610723498007601.post-16356530532351300202012-04-12T10:22:00.003-04:002013-08-29T11:56:29.965-04:00Tell Your Kids A StoryI was recently interviewed for an article for the Murfreesboro Magazine. It is well written and carries a great message. <span style="font-size: xx-small;"><i>(If you need it to be a little larger, just increase the size from your 'view' tab).</i></span><br />
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Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-439610723498007601.post-80113290896742231592011-10-20T07:16:00.005-04:002011-10-20T10:50:49.948-04:00The Tribe Has Spoken<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">For almost 70 years television has been telling us which stories to watch and which stories are relevant. Television networks built a consumer oriented identity, and like plump little babies we have wagged our tongues and let them spoon-feed us the expertly packaged goods. Without so much as a whimper, we went on autopilot and let them do the thinking for us.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">With the revolution of social media, people are now telling <i>their</i> stories, posting <i>their</i> stories, blogging <i>their</i> stories, and sharing <i>their </i>stories. This tsunami of social media has brought back the ancient ritual of gathering around the glow of the campfire to share the stories of the day...except now, it is by the glow of an LCD screen. A bit more isolated than the days of tribal gatherings...but no less impacting.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">As we ride the steady hum of the electronic highway, <i>we</i> decide what rises to the top of our tribal chatter, not the Networks. <i>We</i> decide which stories go viral and which are shared the most...and these tend not to match what the Networks are throwing up on our TV screens each night.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Stray dogs dragging injured companions off of busy streets, inspirational poems and sayings about strength, life and happiness, a person dancing in every country, groups of strangers breaking into song at train stations and malls, a man bringing light into darkness by using Pepsi bottles, an old married couple playing the piano and a baby laughing. Not your prime time TV...but the tribe has spoken, and we like this stuff.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Now I know what your thinking...you are thinking that there is a lot of garbage online and that it is no better then television. Yes, there is a lot of garbage online. But there is also a lot of awesomeness online. Yes, I said awesomeness. And the beauty is that WE choose what goes viral. WE submit the stories. WE supply the content...not just a couple companies, but all of us.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Blogging, social media, and family search engines are powerful vehicles in spreading story. Our stories...not someone else's. <i>Do not misunderstand</i>, I realize that nothing compares to sharing and communicating face to face. But we would be foolish to ignore the impact that technology is having on story and human connection. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Next year, in March, there will be a coming together of three different tribes...each one chanting the same thing. OUR stories are important.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><a href="http://www.cherishbound.com/blog/storyathome/">story@home</a> is scheduled for March of 2012. I am thrilled to be a part of this inaugural event. <a href="http://www.cherishbound.com/blog/storyathome/">story@home</a>is a conference that will, for the first time that I know of, bring together nationally known storytellers, genealogy giants, and blogging superheros. Three very different tribes whose lines intersect at numerous points. I hope to see you there.</span><br />
<a href="http://www.cherishbound.com/blog/storyathome/"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">story@home website</span></a><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> </span>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-439610723498007601.post-54502987713526197502011-08-28T21:24:00.004-04:002011-08-28T21:44:23.716-04:00I'm Still A BeginnerI just sent off the final proofs and the master CD for my new album. I haven't even held the final product in my hands yet and I'm already thinking about what is next. I have six projects I want to do. I'm never happy. I always think I could be doing better and I know, in a very real way, that there is so much I have left to learn. As freely as the creativity flows, so does the unrest. I am constantly hot and wanting to birth something new. <br />
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I love Ira Glass, I'm a huge fan. The following is from him and reading it about once a month helps me realize that I'm not alone in this process. I think I'm on the right path. <br />
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“What nobody tells people who are beginners — and I really wish someone had told this to me . . . is that all of us who do creative work, we get into it because we have good taste. But there is this gap. For the first couple years you make stuff, and it’s just not that good. It’s trying to be good, it has potential, but it’s not. But your taste, the thing that got you into the game, is still killer. And your taste is why your work disappoints you. A lot of people never get past this phase. They quit. Most people I know who do interesting, creative work went through years of this. We know our work doesn’t have this special thing that we want it to have. We all go through this. And if you are just starting out or you are still in this phase, you gotta know it’s normal and the most important thing you can do is do a lot of work. Put yourself on a deadline so that every week you will finish one story. It is only by going through a volume of work that you will close that gap, and your work will be as good as your ambitions. And I took longer to figure out how to do this than anyone I’ve ever met. It’s gonna take awhile. It’s normal to take awhile. You’ve just gotta fight your way through.”<br />
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Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-439610723498007601.post-77305475769375756292011-06-02T15:31:00.005-04:002013-08-29T12:03:19.823-04:00The Lap<div class="MsoNormal">
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<span style="font-size: small;">When I was a little girl, I was stick thin. My daddy used to say that if I stood sideways and stuck out my tongue that I would look like a zipper. Well, that all changed after the birth of my last daughter. My body began to change and then when I hit 45, I began to spread like unbaked cake batter. I still do some yoga and circuit training each week, but I cannot lose weight.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">One evening when my oldest grandson was visiting, I pulled him onto my lap. He is 4. I cradled him and he said, “Nana, I am not a baby.” I told him that I knew he was not a baby, but that I wanted to cradle him in my lap because soon, he would be too big. He looked up at me with his deep brown eyes and said, “Nana, your lap is perfect.” And he settled in. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">I began to think about all of the laps that had spooned me over the years. My mother is a small, thin woman. I loved sitting on her lap…not because it was comfortable but because it was comforting. I can still close my eyes and feel her arms around me, the smell of Avon hand cream making the air thick with scent. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">My Aunt Louise was a different story. She was a broad woman with heavy, sagging arms. Her lap was very, very comfortable. When I was pulled into it, it meant that a treat was coming; a cookie, a cheap piece of costume jewelry, or a joke! It was a good lap. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">My fathers lap was a place of conflicting feelings. It was used for two extremes. I can still hear his voice singing to me, “You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy….,” as he rocked me in his lap. But I can also remember being asked to bend over that lap so that a firm (and usually well deserved) swat could be administered. I preferred the first use. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Laps are amazingly engineered pieces of living furniture. Man has tried for centuries to replicate the perfection of the lap through chairs, couches, benches and settees. They have failed. Even the most well crafted piece of furniture, no matter how deeply comfortable, cannot compete with the lap. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">In these man made attempts there is no soft childbearing pouch, no sweet low humming, no stroking of the hair, no stories whispered, no warmth from the arms, no perfectly placed pillows of rest that echo the heartbeat and never, from any chair, will you receive a kiss on the crown. The lap is perfection.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">The first throne of a king is on his mothers lap. The first seat of a congressman or president is on his mothers lap. The greatest inventors, artists, and leaders were formed while sitting in someone’s lap. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">On a carpet of wildflowers, revival style tents were raised in salute to the ancient art of storytelling.</span><span style="font-size: small;"> As tales flowed from the stage you could, with one turn of the head, gaze out onto the mighty Mississippi. The deep drone of barges and the turn of steel tires on the track provided a memorable underscore to this annual event.</span></div>
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<a href="http://www.capestorytelling.com/">The Cape Girardeau Storytelling Festival</a> never disappoints. This is my second time being allowed to play a part in this well organized, well attended festival. Considering it is only in its fourth year, the Cape Girardeau storytelling festival has experienced success that some festivals only dream about. It helps that the staff and volunteers put their heart into it. Plus, they always offer a diverse and stellar teller lineup. It also helps that it takes place in a quaint town that offers an abundance of history, great shops, and quirky eateries. But there are many other festivals that can tout the same qualities…without reaping the same attendance.</div>
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I think it is the fact that they treat their festival as a business. They care enough about the art of storytelling to handle it with professional gloves. They reach out to their main demographic using well thought out, professionally crafted marketing tools. They continually strive to pull in new people by way of print, news, web site, emails, social networking and radio. Their commitment to good marketing is proven in that they brought in a teller this year just to do PR in local universities and retirement communities. They think outside of the box and are always looking for new ways to reach possible audiences. They work closely with local business’ and merchants – helping them recognize the beauty of storytelling AND what it can do for the local area. They are realistic and patient, knowing it takes time to grow good stuff.</div>
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Listen, I’m not some story martyr. I have failed miserably in all of these areas at one time or another. But, no matter your belief system, we reap what we sow. By scattering a few seeds as we travel this lovely road, we leave it better then we found it. Now that’s something I can live with.</div>
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<span style="color: #073763;">When I was a little girl the year 2011 seemed space ages away. Instant food, hovering cars, and robot maids were things I thought I would never live to see. Well, here we are, 2011. Maybe things are not as advanced as they were for good old Judy Jetson, but they have definitely moved along.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #073763;">Microwaves pop food out in 30 seconds, a Roomba can do your cleaning while you're at work, we can plug our cars into outlets, and video phone calls are not only a reality but they can be done anywhere, anytime using a small hand held device called a smart phone. I pay my bills while standing in line at the pharmacy, I send pictures of my grandson to my mother (who lives 6 hours away) in 5 seconds, we move standing still on conveyors in airports, and I can transport myself anywhere on the planet just by typing www.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #073763;">Amazing. And yet, in the midst of all this change and advancement several things remain constant, one being the use of and the need for story. Avatar, a groundbreaking movie in the area of special effects, would be nothing without the story. Web sites are just electronic billboards of a companies story. Facebook is just millions of people shouting, "Look at my story...read me!". </span></div>
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Its been a great year. No, wait...a<i> fantastic</i> year. </div>
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Bottom line: It has been a good year because of you! My friends, fans, and family. Thank you for your support, for buying tickets, coming to the show, purchasing CD's, sending encouraging emails and for just being there. Because of this I want to <b><span style="font-size: xx-small;">spread some cheer, ring </span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">the bells, d</span><span style="font-size: x-small;">eck the hal</span><span style="font-size: x-small;">ls</span></span><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">, fly the sleig</span><span style="font-size: small;">h</span></span><span style="font-size: small;">, </span><span style="font-size: small;">dress like an elf</span></b>! </div>
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<b>It's what Christmas is all about. Giving</b>. (warm, soft music inserted here)</div>
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<span style="color: #cc0000;">Merry Christmas to you and a peaceful, productive new year to all, and to all a good night.</span><br />
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<b><span style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #38761d;">UPDATE!!! Thanks to all of you who viewed the videos. We had over 2500 people watch the videos and participate in the fun. Best of all, NBC did a three day story on this little project and Feeding America got some great coverage and $$. Merry Christmas everyone!</span></b>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-439610723498007601.post-16631061323137418382010-11-23T20:09:00.000-05:002010-11-23T20:21:32.881-05:00Giving Kids A HeadstartI can't be home for long until I start roaming the streets looking for places to tell stories. So, I did some free shows for the local Headstart. I was grateful to get some story relief.<br />
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When I finished telling my stories and singing a couple of songs, I asked the kids if they had a story to tell. They went ballistic, throwing their hands in the air and sharing their stories. The teachers were thrilled. <br />
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Headstart is a non-profit community pre-school who's mission is to maximize the strengths of families, their health and well being and the social skills of children. I believe that story plays a large part in strengthening families plus it is the perfect tool to educate children about health, social skills, and many other important life skills. And I'm not <i>even</i> going to start on my tangent about story exercising right brain thinking which helps grow ethical kids. I clear a room when I get going on that one.<br />
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Most of the children in the Headstart program come from low income homes. When I worked for the police department one of the things we noticed was that when we entered low income homes we never saw books. <br />
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If you are a storyteller...look up your local Headstart. Give them a call. And go share a story. If you have books or tapes...donate them to the class. Help give a kid a headstart.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-439610723498007601.post-52589769706541507992010-10-18T00:51:00.000-04:002010-10-18T00:51:06.658-04:00HomeIt is a mystery, the line that divides home from away. One only knows it by the note that is plucked when your heart crosses over. <br />
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This is a question that was asked by an audience member after a show I did. This is a WIDE open question. To the general public, storytelling is a little librarian reading to kids draped over beanbags. To a salesman it is a tactic he uses to make a big closing. To a parent it is a fabricated tale to get out of trouble. To the ancients it was a way to pass on values and heritage. To people at festivals it is an escape from the normal hum drum.<br />
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This particular question was asked by an audience member at a storytelling concert...so we know in what context he was asking it. I gave my answer...and thought I would post it here and see what you thought.<br />
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I look at the world of storytelling like a wheel.<br />
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Dinner table stories of the day, dreams whispered to a baby, memories spoken to a bride before they take the aisle, front porch tales from my grandma, children telling make believe, a squealing girl on the cell phone telling her friends about her date or families sharing stories on a long trip. These are just a few of the examples that make up the <i><b>hub of the wheel.</b></i> It is a type of storytelling that cannot be performed or boxed and sold. It is the very center of humanity. It fuels each and every day and is the basic, bottom line of communication that keeps us glued together as a society.<br />
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Now, out of that hub comes many, many, many <i><b>spokes</b></i>. None of them are wrong. None of them are better than the next spoke. They all are attached to the hub and they are all needed to keep the wheels on straight.<br />
Performance telling, tall tale telling, Folk telling, therapeutic telling, applied telling, educational telling improv<span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="-moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous; -moz-background-origin: padding; background: yellow none repeat scroll 0% 0%;"></span> telling, telling with music, narrative dance (yes, I said narrative dance), telling for entertaining, telling for healing, telling to bring peace, reading stories (yes I said reading stories), comedic stories, historic stories, fairy tales, story in marketing, digital storytelling, storytelling pod casts, storytelling open mics, fringe festivals....should I stop? <br />
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I could go on and on and on. Now, some people may disagree with me and say that one of these spokes does not belong. Who decides what is and is not, storytelling? If my story makes you laugh, is that bad? If my story makes you cry, is that bad? If my story was written hundreds of years ago, is that bad? If I stand in front of a mic with an audience, is that selling out? If I sit at a campfire making something up to a bunch of badge hungry Boy Scouts, does that count?<br />
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We say storytelling is an art form. Well, art cannot be contained by borders and rules. That is what makes it art, it is interpretive.<br />
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No matter what pops up in our 'storytelling' world the main thing is that it will lead the listener back to the hub. <br />
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Which is all I really care about.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-439610723498007601.post-33515751924967155022010-01-27T23:58:00.000-05:002010-01-28T09:52:49.539-05:00I am a Storyteller<div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i><b><span style="font-size: small;">Not to long ago I was interviewed for the Art of Storytelling podcast. Below is the written portion of the interview with Eric Wolf. The recorded interview was entitled, "Reaching Troubled Youth Through Storytelling". If you'd like to listen,<a href="http://www.artofstorytellingshow.com/2009/05/24/kim-weitkamp-troubled-youth-storytelling/#more-782"> here is a link </a></span><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Each time I tell I have the privilege of taking my listener away from this world.</b> For a few minutes I provide a much needed break from the rent payment, from the knee pain, from unemployment, from the wayward child, from the death of a loved one. It is a form of medicine, therapy, whatever you want to call it I don’t care. I only know that it is good. And to be a storyteller is a worthy calling.</span><br />
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Unlike Mick Jager, I do not feel like time is on my side.<br />
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As I type this I notice defined wrinkles on my hands where at one time, smooth young skin stretched out to handle my daily tasks. The wrinkles remind me that my time is running out. What do I have left? 25 years? 30? 45? No idea. But it does make me aware of the fact that I had better get a move on. What dreams have I not yet given life to? Who have I failed to forgive? What stories have I not shared? What places have I not seen? What words have I not yet whispered?<br />
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Although growing older does have it's snags, I wouldn't trade it to regain my youth. It used to be that I greeted the day with a distant nod, no proper courtesy...I was cocky and invincible.<br />
Now, as I rise with each sun, there is a reverence towards the blessing of having another 24 hours. I used to think I knew everything. Now, there is a hard, fought for wisdom that is rooted in the soil of clueless. At one time I ran amuck, now I am more careful where I place my feet, the footprints I leave holding great value. I hug harder, listen closer, laugh louder, talk less, think carefully, and care deeper. So I guess, in some way...time has been on my side. It has been a great teacher.<br />
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She said that it shouldnt matter...we never see each other anymore.<br /><br />My dogs are shifting their loyalty to my husband. Now this smarts.<br /><br />My gardens are not what they used to be.<br /><br />But I wouldn't change a thing.<br /><br />I had a woman come up to me with tears in her eyes and tell me that she was so touched by my story that she is going to start visiting her mother more. Her mom is in a nursing home.<br /><br />A little girl named Jeannie kept her head down and shuffled her feet as she told me that she was a tomboy too. And I told her that was okay. And she smiled up at me.<br /><br />A roomful of people laughed and then cried as I told them how I danced with my mother.<br /><br />These three things happened in one day. One day of many.<br /><br />So, sleep can wait. My daughter will build her own life. My friend will always be my friend. And the dogs, well...they keep my husband company.<br /><br />I cannot stop. I love what I do.<br />Actually, it is not about what I do....it is more about who I am.<br />I am a storyteller.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-439610723498007601.post-39634725103454661962009-09-14T23:12:00.000-04:002009-09-16T10:01:04.272-04:00Dwelling On the PastBe forward focused, keep your eye on the prize, reach for the goal, move forward, look to the future. All wonderful little zips of encouragement that help us build momentum so we can jump the hurdles that are to come.<br /><br />Face forward, don't look back, do not dwell on the past!<br /><br />Can't. I make my living by dwelling on the past. Dwelling on the past normally has a negative connontation to it, but in my world dwelling on the past is a delight. It is where I pull most of my material from. Memories dangle like ripe fruit in the recesses of my mind waiting to be plucked and squeezed.<br /><br />The coming times are covered in a thick-mantled mist overcast with doubts and uncertainty. But the green paths of the past, the cool meadows of memory is all my own. Nothing is uncertain. On quiet hills the past has bloomed and I can choose to stop and smell the good and tread over the bad.<br /><br />I think I will keep dwelling in the past. I have found many treasures there.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-439610723498007601.post-74134248626953762472009-06-15T23:01:00.000-04:002009-06-15T23:11:41.447-04:00Wow. It has been a long, long time since I sat down to drip drop a blog into cyberspace.<br /><br />I don't think anyone reads them. So why write? Because it feels good to hear yourself type.<br /><br />My website is being redesigned. I have to decide whether or not to put a blog on it.<br /><br />I got an invitation the other day to be a fan of myself.<br /><br />I just spent three hours answering emails that were backed up into the alley.<br /><br />My IPhone never leaves the palm of my hand. I hold on to it tighter than I did my kids hands when we crossed traffic.<br /><br />I eat Twinkies because I feel guilty for not accepting green plants and pieces of rice on Facebook.<br /><br />And I want to know why I am tired and stressed. Ahhh, technology.<br /><br />Thank goodness I get to hop in my car on an almost daily basis, put the windows down, turn the music up and drive for hours. I love it. Wanderlust runs in my family. My grandfather was a huckster. My dad sold RV's on the road. And I am a traveling storyteller. The DNA of our family is based in asphalt and dirt, twisting up into lines sprawled across a wrinkled map.<br /><br />I'd have it no other way. My car is like a respite. An escape. A humming spa of tire and tread, magnified heat through the window glass, Etta James in the passenger seat and wide open spaces filled with new ideas, dreams, and memories.<br /><br />I love to go.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-439610723498007601.post-19854797731388159112008-10-06T20:48:00.001-04:002008-10-12T13:37:28.047-04:00The MothershipI have just returned from the mothership.<br /><br />Jonesborough.<br /><br />It is the hot spot, the portal, the magnet for storytellers, storylovers, and people who just want to investigate the spoken word.<br /><br />It was wonderful.<br /><br /><br />I had the priveldge of telling on the Exchange Stage. A lovely crowd of 1500 or so folks, on the edge of their seats hungry for a good tale. What a great audience.<br /><br /><br />All of my friends were there to support me and cheer me on. I think that one of my favorite things about going to the National Festival each year, is seeing all of my friends and co-workers from around the country. If you can call this work. <br /><br />My new CD is out, "Freckles, Fibs, & Family." I am pretty proud of it.<br /><br />Drop me an email and let me know whats going on in your neck of the woods.<br /><br />KimAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-439610723498007601.post-56799728671517219532008-09-18T09:09:00.000-04:002008-09-20T23:09:24.531-04:00I have a secret...I have a secret. A confession of sorts, not the type that will make you lose face or end in repentence. Just a little secret between me, mother nature...and now you.<br /><br />When I travel to a new place, which is frequently, I like to settle in and then wait for the moment when the evening tucks it's grey blanket over the fading blush of day. Then, I kick off my shoes and pad quietly outside and walk barefoot. I also indulge in this little habit early in the morning, when the grass is wet and cool. I love to find warm spots where the yawning sun has already smiled upon the earth.<br /><br />Something happens when you walk barefoot...a kind of intimacy, kisses on the toes, a thrill in your heart as if any moment you might come upon a tiny bearded man sitting on a mushroom offering you a sip of port from a whittled mug.<br /><br />I have dug my toes into the ash of a spent volcano, examined my steps etched in a million grains of sand, dried my toes on the orange stones of Utah, and felt the dew of cushioned steps alighted on the moss of Williamsburg. A hundred years of history becoming my pedestal.<br /><br />So now you know, my little secret.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-439610723498007601.post-83646413667374864332008-09-14T22:26:00.000-04:002008-09-18T08:59:35.912-04:00Poetic, but not a poet.I fancy myself to be a bit poetic. I think everyone at one time or another feels poetic. If they don't, then that is sad because anytime you are inspired beyond repair you should feel poetic. Even if nothing comes out of your mouth. So the people who have never felt poetic, have never been inspired beyond repair and in their brief wisp of life they have missed 'it'.<br /><br />I digress.<br /><br />I fancy myself to be a poetic person, but not a poet. Words are constantly tumbling out of my mouth and some actually tend to land on the floor in an interesting pattern with some moderate flare. This does not happen often.<br /><br />I had the opportunity to visit a vineyard on my last trip. This is one of my favorite things to do when traveling. I had the luck of passing one of my favorite vineyards and I stopped in. It had been 2 years since I had been there and I had completely forgotten how stunning it was.<br /><br />After I had a beautiful Riesling delivered to me, I walked to the lake and crossed the bridge where a small table beckoned me to sit and breathe and listen and see.<br /><br />So I did.<br /><br />And the world received my attention and in turn, inspired me beyond repair.<br /><br />And I became poetic.<br /><br />And words tumbled out.<br /><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,102,102); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:georgia;" >The weeping willow wallowed against the sky,</span><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,204,255); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:georgia;" ><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,102)">As it's tendrils traced over the surface of</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)">the waters</span></span><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,102,102); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:georgia;" >Undulated with the cadence of comfortable lovers,<br /></span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,204,255); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:georgia;" ><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,102)">Made so by the turning of time &</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)">its winds</span></span><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,102,102); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:georgia;" >Brushed my skin cooling the drops,</span><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,204,255); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:georgia;" ><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,102)">Called forth from my body by</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)">the heat</span></span><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,102,102); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:georgia;" >Of the sun kissed my face spreading warmth,</span><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,204,255); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:georgia;" ><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,102)">like the touch of a new lover & friend.</span><br /><br /></span><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255);font-family:georgia;" ><span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)">Poetic, but not a poet. And that's okay. As long as you stop and breathe and listen and capture it with your heart. </span></span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,204,255); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:georgia;" ><br /></span>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-439610723498007601.post-5401884694877249762008-08-20T12:58:00.000-04:002008-08-20T13:10:58.284-04:00New CD!!Finally!! The day is approaching for the new CD release!<br /><br />It has been a long process, but worth every minute of it. Be on the lookout for information on how to get a copy.<br /><br />Other than that, it has been go, go, go. It feels like I have been on the road non-stop and it is just beginning. That wonderful busy time of the year is here. Next week I am off to the TimpFest in Orem, Utah. I am honored and very excited to be a part of this event. Things are moving so fast, that I am finding it hard to keep up at times. Several years ago when I decided to do telling on a professional level, I would have never dreamed that so many wonderful opportunities would open up.<br /><br />On the horizon: A book entitled, "You Have My Heart" is being worked on. This book tackles the issue of interracial adoption and interracial families. For children ages 0 - 4 and beyond. Of course it is dedicated to my beautiful grandson who is a glorious mix of Cherokee, African American, German, Scott Irish!!<br /><br />A new CD project is underway entitled, "Stories on Skin". I am uber excited about this one. More information to follow. I am keeping it under my hat a bit. Letting it simmer.<br /><br />A tour with Andy Offut Irwin and Bil Lepp is coming up next spring. During the months of Feb - April we are booking the "Uncalled for Tour" anywhere they will have us.<br /><br />So, things are going very well. My car has been giving me a bit of trouble - but considering I put almost 37,000 miles on it last year, I guess I can't get upset at it. If you have a dependable car that you would like to donate to a traveling artist...give me a call!! Thankfully I will be flying a lot this fall.<br /><br />Thanks for stopping in, your support and care mean a lot. I appreciate those of you who faithfully stay in touch with encouraging words.<br /><br /><br />KimAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-439610723498007601.post-55196744069957369582008-08-20T12:50:00.000-04:002008-08-20T12:57:11.400-04:00Doc McConnellWhat a shock, losing an icon within the world of storytelling. Doc McConnell passed away recently. I still cannot believe it. Just about a month ago, his wife and I were talking about him and his health and about how he was doing better. When I got the news, it literally took the wind out of me.<br /><br />Within our little subculture of storytelling, Doc was an anchor. I cannot begin to imagine what it will be like in Jonesborough this year as I walk to the spot that is 'his'.<br /><br />It is things like this that confirm in my heart that I have done the right thing in following my dreams. Doc followed his, right up to the end.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-439610723498007601.post-16572066515061317032008-07-03T19:30:00.000-04:002013-04-02T09:18:18.406-04:00Thank you.<span style="color: #073763;">Just when I forget about this blog...someone reminds me that I have not updated it in awhile. Thank you to the faithful few who take the time to actually stop in.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #073763;">Big news on the homefront. Here is the update:</span><br />
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<span style="color: #073763;">The Wrinkles Project has been nominated for the Governors Award for the Arts 2008. Keep your fingers crossed. The results are scheduled to be announced by the middle of July.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #073763;">The Junebug Center for the ARts in Floyd Virginia is teaming up with me to help boost the New River STorytelling Festival to a new level. Very cool.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #073763;">I have been asked to perform at the National STorytelling Festival on the Exchange Place stage. Yee haw mama! I made the big time!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #073763;">Other big gigs coming up...Four Corners, New Mexico; Timpanogas Festival, Orem Utah; Williamsburg Festival, Williamsburg VA; Talespin, Chatanooga TN; Southern Ohio Storyfest, Chillocothe Ohio; and on and on. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #073763;">I was accepted by the Virginia Commission of the Arts to be an approved artist in their 2009-2010 tour directory. A big deal and an honor. It comes with funding. Very cool.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #073763;">Anyway, I mention all of this for one reason. To thank you. IF you are reading this, then you probably have had something to do with helping me reach all of the goals of the past year. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #073763;">Thank you.</span>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-439610723498007601.post-61813747222611602292008-02-18T19:21:00.000-05:002008-02-18T19:37:11.422-05:00Just to much....Okay folks...lots going on!<br /><br />Just got back from TN - The Smoky Mountains Storytelling Festival. It was a wonderful event. I enjoyed myself very much and made some lovely friends in the process. <br /><br />While I was there I got to take part in the National Youth Storytelling Showcase. I did a workshop and got to see the youth in telling action! They were amazing. Our future is secure! I have taken on the honor of being the Virginia rep for NYSS. If you live in the Virginia area - get ready! Next year I want our state to be representing at the Showcase. Please contact me if you would like to help me in this endeavor.<br /><br />Richmond Virginia has a new venue for storytelling. After working with the owner of The Camel, Alan has decided to dedicate the third Sunday of every month to storytelling. There will be a featured teller followed by an open mic. This past Sunday (Feb 17) was our first night and it went wonderfully. Check out Ellouise Schoettler's blog for a full run down <a href="http://ellouisestory.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">ellouisestory.blogspot.com</a><br /><br />There are some great upcoming events! Be sure to check out the event page at <a href="http://www.justkissthefrog.com">www.justkissthefrog.com</a> for all the latest information.<br /><br />Thanks for your support!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0