Friday, July 10, 2009

Poetry Friday: Robert Louis Stevenson


As a child I was given a beautiful volume of A Child’s Garden of Verses, and in some ways it remains in my mind the best of all poetry books. Admittedly this reveals my bias for children’s literature, but then we all know about that. And I am not alone in believing that even in his poems for children, Stevenson’s craft and wisdom make for thought-provoking, timeless observations about life. And let us not forget that Stevenson also wrote poetry for adults, as well as novels, short stories and non-fiction essays.



Here is a link to a page offering Stevenson’s complete canon of poetry: http://www.poetryloverspage.com/poets/stevenson/stevenson_ind.html

Here is another with a listing of his complete works (I’m not a big fan of reading novels on screen, but this is a great resource: http://www.online-literature.com/stevenson/


And finally, a mid-summer favorite to remind us all that life is fleeting and meant to be enjoyed:





Gather Ye Roses

Gather ye roses while ye may,
Old time is still a-flying;
A world where beauty fleets away
Is no world for denying.
Come lads and lasses, fall to play
Lose no more time in sighing

The very flowers you pluck to-day
To-morrow will be dying;
And all the flowers are crying,
And all the leaves have tongues to say,-
Gather ye roses while ye may.


Today's Poetry Friday Round-Up is taking place at Jama Rattigan's Alphabet Soup.

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

Women of Wednesday: Viola Johnson Coleman



I’ve recently completed a profile of Dr. Viola Coleman for Women of the Lone Star State. As with all our profiles, there is much more to tell about this noble woman than can be captured in the short span of the book.


Viola Johnson was born in 1919, in New Iberia, Louisiana. Her father was a logger (I didn’t know there was a logging industry in Louisiana – the things you learn when researching other stuff!). Her mother was a laundress, working for a local family. (It’s good to remember, when you’re feeling put upon, that there was a time when doing the laundry could be a full-time, hard-labor job.) I wasn’t able to determine whether Viola’s grandparents lived with her parents but Viola recalled her grandmother telling stories about life as a slave.


In Jim Crow Louisiana, Viola and her brother walked to the Negro school in New Iberia. She remembered being taunted and spat upon by white children riding the bus to their school. The schools for colored students were not as well equipped or staffed as the schools for white children, but Viola did well. She planned to go to nursing school, because she had been so impressed by the work of a Miss Lane who was the public health nurse in her neighborhood. However she apparently missed the deadline for applying to school, and wound up, instead, studying science at Southern Negro University in Baton Rouge. After graduation she became a science teacher at Grambling.


I was reminded of Viola’s story a couple of days ago when I heard someone talking about Rosa Parks on NPR. The writer commented that the legend of Rosa Parks says she was just tired the day she decided not to give up her seat – that this was a purely spontaneous act, when in fact the historic record shows that Rosa was involved in a grassroots effort to protest Jim Crow and that the bus seat episode was a plan of action prepared and waiting for an opportunity to be put into place. NPR's On the Media July 3, 2009: http://www.onthemedia.org/transcripts/2009/07/03/02


Similarly, Viola’s historic challenge of Louisiana’s “separate but equal” plan for higher education was a deliberate and intentional effort. The NAACP was looking for good test cases to challenge LSU’s whites-only policy. Viola was asked and agreed to be that test case. She applied to LSU’s medical school knowing full well that they did not take black students, and that there was no Negro medical school at Southern to which they could send her. (A man, Charles Hatfield, applied to LSU’s Law School as part of the same challenge.) They knew that the state’s policy was to pay for qualified Negro candidates to attend programs in other states. Her brother, Jefferson, confirmed that the state paid for her to attend Meharry Medical College in Tennessee (“Where would we have gotten $500?” he said when asked.)


Viola’s son, Conrad, told me that his grandparents would not have allowed Viola to attend LSU if the state had relented—they were sure she would have been attacked and killed if she showed up on campus. The family received numerous death threats as the case wound its way through the courts (with Thurgood Marshall arguing the case for the NAACP). They lost in Louisiana, and by the time the case reached the Supreme Court, Viola had moved to Texas, so the Court dismissed the case without a finding.


In the meantime, Viola’s quiet (but not accidental) activism continued. Denied the loans she needed to establish her practice in New Iberia, she had her husband Raymond (a WWII veteran who had been a friend since high school) started for California, where they believed there would be more opportunities for them. They stopped in Fort Worth to visit a family friend – a doctor named Dorsey whom Conrad told me had been “run out of New Iberia” for his own efforts against Jim Crow. Dr. Dorsey had been solicited by the trustees of the new Midland Memorial Hospital, which had been built with the support of local black citizens with the assurance that they would be able to be treated there. Dr. Dorsey had declined, having by then built an established practice complete with a 30-bed hospital in Fort Worth. When Raymond and Viola stopped on their way to California, he encouraged them to contact the folks at Midland Hospital, who enthusiastically agreed to grant Dr. Coleman admitting privileges.


For the rest of her life, Dr. Coleman continued her work for equality there in Midland. She and another woman forced the integration of the hospital cafeteria by being the first in line for lunch and then sitting there, rather than in the “colored” dining area. The first day, they had the place to themselves. The next day, a few more black employees joined them. The third day, a couple of white employees ate there as well (I wish I knew if they sat nearby or as far away as possible). By the end of the week, the lunchroom was integrated.


In tributes in her later life and after her death, many people declared that Dr. Coleman was a major reason that Midland was spared most of the violence that characterized the civil rights movement in other southern cities. People reported that Viola organized a gradual integration of Midland restaurants by determining that she could organize street protests, and then going to the restaurant owners and extracting agreements that they would allow blacks to eat in their restaurants at certain times in exchange for not protesting. After a while, the times were relaxed and the restaurants were integrated.


It’s a good story, and certainly consistent with other actions Dr. Coleman participated in. Coleman’s son Conrad says neither he nor his older brother could remember any such plan. Still, they would have been very young and maybe would not have known. In fact, they did not know about the LSU case until after Viola died, when Conrad found a suitcase full of newspaper clippings in the closet. (Apparently it just never came up, because a number of high school students who had interviewed Dr. Coleman over the years had written about the case!) Conrad does remember meetings of neighborhood activists around the dining room table at the Coleman home, investigating the school desegregation issue and planning redistricting proposals to be presented to the School Board.


After the passage of the Civil Rights Act in 1964, Dr. Coleman challenged Midland Hospital’s de facto racial segregation. Patients who were able to pay by virtue of personal wealth or good insurance were placed on the fourth floor. Black patients were all placed in the basement. Dr. Coleman admitted a colleague of Raymond’s and directed that she be placed on the fourth floor in view of having excellent insurance (remember when school teachers used to have good health insurance?) When the hospital placed her patient in the basement, Dr. Coleman dramatically removed her to another hospital, and immediately challenged the trustees over the policy, which was removed. Although I cannot document this, I’m certain that this act was also carefully planned.

Throughout her long life, Dr. Viola Johnson Coleman kept up her efforts to bring about equal treatment of all citizens, regardless of their race or ethnicity. So it is more than a little ironic that her son, Conrad, is married to a white woman - an Afrikaner, in fact, whom he met through a nurse his mother had introduce him to when he was a patient in the hospital. (Conrad says his mother made sure that every single female employee was introduced to him during his four-month stay, apparently his parents had begun to despair of his ever marrying!) Conrad says when people asked his mother how she, a life-long activist and leader in the Black community, felt about her son’s choice, her response was characteristic: “Honey, if he loves her, I like her!”

A few years before she died, Dr. Coleman faced a terrible event. Two trusted employees of her clinic took advantage of her, stealing from her accounts and using her identity to establish and abuse credit. In court Dr. Coleman explained how devastating this was: the woman who had personally sent numerous needy young people through school and funded the lawyers who prosecuted the lawsuit to integrate the school district had been turned down by Sears in her attempt to purchase a washing machine. She was hurt, humiliated and out almost $400,000. But a local reporter overheard a conversation after the sentencing, when one of the two defendants came and apologized to her. Dr. Coleman touched the woman and said, quietly, “Thank you, Honey. God Bless You.” No anger, no recrimination – a blessing for those who have hurt you. The essence of the Christian faith that meant so much to her, and indeed the essence of the human dignity that was her life’s campaign.



Dr. Viola Johnson Coleman, quiet activist. What an inspiration!

Monday, July 6, 2009

Mentor Monday: in praise of folders

The Documents folder on my hard drive has 41 “folders” in it (as of today). One of the 41, my “fl” (“freelance”) folder, contains 38 folders. Some of those have multiple folders within them. “Notable Women” contains folders for each state, and each state contains folders for each woman I have written about, and some of those folders have folders within them as well, to organize photos, or newspaper articles, or obituaries. In the DOS days, these were called directories and subdirectories, and they were way more work to set up – but the time they save and the many functions they serve make them well worth it. (Disclaimer – I do not remember which writing mentor it was who taught me the value of setting up nested directories. Whoever you were, I thank you!)


The aforementioned organization of multiple source materials within the folders for particular profile subjects is a pretty obvious use of the “folder” function. Let me suggest a few others that I find very helpful:

The power of excerpting: One of the more difficult things we do, as writers, is to cut our manuscripts to get them down to length. Sometimes this means eliminating pleasing turns of phrase, delightful bits of dialogue, lovingly developed characters or whole episodes of someone’s life. One trick for making this less painful is to create an “excerpts” folder within the folder that contains the manuscript, and then save the deleted material to that folder. In the short run, this quiets the inner narcissist who screams “NO-o-o-o” when any particularly precious bits come up for review – you can convince her that you’re not REALLY deleting the beloved phrases, just saving them for later. In the mid-range, if you discover that you really do want to use some deleted bit (perhaps in a different location) it is easy to find it and bring it back. And in the longer run, trimmed-away material may become the core of some other work about your subject.
To excerpt easily, highlight the passage and copy it (I use because I’m old, you can of course use the mouse). Open a new blank document, paste the passage, and save it to the “excerpts” folder. Now go back and stresslessly delete it from your manuscript. If you need it again, it will be there. If not – well it’s only a little disk space. If you’re deleting a whole character, obviously, you’ll have to clean up the manuscript – but you can begin by copy-and-paste-and-deleting all passages containing the character to a single document. (Note to those about to inform me that I could just do “cut-and-paste” instead of “copy-and-paste-and-delete” – you are obviously NOT OCD.)


And speaking of the kinds of predilections that are common among writers, the “multi-folder” system can help those of us who are distractible, whether or not we would be labeled ADD.
You know how when you’re working on a project, often with a deadline, and your brain presents you with one idea after another that would make a great story? And you take a quick minute to do a search on the topic to see if anyone else has written a book about it already, and two hours later it’s time to go pick up your kindergartener? Next time, create a new folder in your “ideas” folder, give it a name that will remind you of the idea, and get back to work. Or, if you must, type up a quick summary of your brilliant thought and save it into the folder. Do not open your search engine! The idea will be there after your deadline.

A related use is saving bits of information that you come across while researching another project. As soon as you think “what a great story,” create a folder in your “ideas” folder. Copy the website and paste it into a document and save it, or use a printer emulator* to save the page as a pdf. (I don’t recommend just bookmarking the page – it might not be there when you go back to it.) If you’re as old as I am, you may remember doing this with an actual manila folder, into which you tossed newspaper clippings and scraps of dialogue written on the back of junk mail. The good news is, with computer “folders” you can actually do a search of your hard drive and find the material again! And if one of these ideas actually graduates to becoming a project in its own right, you can drag its folder up to the top level in your directory, or put a shortcut to it on your desktop^, and all the bits and pieces will be readily accessible.

Speaking of which -in the old days, we had to type C:/docs/fl/notewom/texas/carsey + to get to the directory in question. Today there are lots of easier ways to find your stuff, many of them simpler or more efficient than the one that comes with your operating system. I use, and really like, a program called Directory Opus ( http://www.gpsoft.com.au/ ). In addition I run Google Desktop (http://desktop.google.com/ )which allows me to run a google search for files and cached webpages on my computer. But even if you just use Windows Explorer, I encourage you to create lots of folders. You can even add folders called “reviews” within your project folders, and save copies of great feedback emails you get, or nice mentions on other people’s blogs – or starred reviews in SLJ!

*a printer emulator is a program that shows up as a printer when you click “print” but instead creates a .pdf file, which you can then open with Acrobat Reader. These take up less space on your hard drive than the html files you get if you use the “save page” feature in your browser. There are lots of freeware programs available for this – I use deskPdf (http://www.docudesk.com/ )

^To create a shortcut from your desktop in Windows/Vista, right-click on the desktop, choose “new” from the drop-down menu, click the “browse” button and then navigate to the folder. An icon will appear on your desktop that will take you directly to that folder. When you’re done with the project, delete the shortcut to keep your desktop from becoming a disaster area (the folder will still be on your computer, you’ll just have to get to it through the directory). In MacOS this is called an alias and I believe the process is to hold down the Command and Option keys while dragging the file to the desktop from the directory.

+Remember when file names couldn’t be longer than 8 characters?

Sunday, July 5, 2009

Sunday Sharing--Your Public Face


If you publish a book, then chances are you're going to be asked to speak at your local school or perhaps the public library. How is your audience going to see you? What will you wear? And, WHAT are you going to do with your hair?

Show up in clean clothes, with a smile on your face, and you should be all set. Yet I can hear you saying, "But the hair! What am I going to do with my hair? Should I wear makeup?"

Oh, my!

If you're looking for direction, or a style change, then I've got something to share with you! Go to the TAAZ Online Makeover site. You can
experiment with a palette of thousands of colors and shades in products ranging from foundation and concealer to multi-tone eye shadow and lip gloss ... even colored contact lenses! With the addition of a hairstyle or change of hair color, the look is complete. The effects are immediate, simple to use and so life-like that the saved result looks like a real photograph.
Take those saved results to the salon, practice what you've learned with the makeup, and TA-DAH! you're gorgeous! Slap on the smile and go! What's that you say? "What am I going to talk about?" Hey, you're a writer, go write something!

--Diane

Friday, July 3, 2009

Poetry Friday - Refugio's Hair

I came upon this poem quite by accident. I was researching a Spanish woman from New Spain, which led me to the cattle industry, which led me to branding, which led me to early pictograph writing, which led to oral histories, which led to storytelling, which finally led me to this. It's a great example of story telling in the form of a poem. Each line had me wondering and guessing about the outcome, and the tone and the mood fits it perfectly. And what a last sentence!













Refugio’s Hair

In the old days of our family,
My grandmother was a young woman
Whose hair was as long as the river.
She lived with her sisters on the ranch
La Calera--The Land of the Lime--
And her days were happy.
But her uncle Carlos lived there too.
Carlos, whose soul had the edge of a knife.
One day, to teach her to ride a horse,
He made her climb on the fastest one,
Bareback, and sit there
As he held its long face in his arms.
And then he did the unspeakable deed
For which he would always be remembered:
He called for the handsome baby Pirrín
And he placed the child in her arms.
With that picture of a Madonna on horseback
He slapped the shank of the horse's rear leg.
The horse did what a horse must,
Racing full toward the bright horizon.
But first he ran under the álamo trees
To rid his back of this unfair weight:
This woman full of tears
And this baby full of love.
When they reached the trees and went under,
Her hair, which had trailed her,
Equal in its magnificence to the tail of the horse,
That hair rose up and flew into the branches
As if it were a thousand arms,
All of them trying to save her.
The horse ran off and left her,
The baby still in her arms,
The two of them hanging from her hair.
The baby looked only at her
And did not cry, so steady was her cradle.
Her sisters came running to save them.
But the hair would not let go.
From its fear it held on and had to be cut,
All of it, from her head.
From that day on, my grandmother
Wore her hair short like a scream,
But it was long like a river in her sleep.

-- Alberto Rios


Today's Poetry Friday is being hosted by Tabatha Yeatts