Peevish Pen

Ruminations on reading, writing, rural living, retirement, aging—and sometimes cats. And maybe a border collie.

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I'm a retired teacher turned writer. Ferradiddledumday (my Appalachian version of the Rumpelstiltskin story) and Stuck (my middle grade paranormal novel) are available from Cedar Creek Publishing.

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Under a Blue Bowl


 I got my copy of Under a Blue Bowl from author Scottie Prichard in Wytheville last Saturday afternoon. I started reading it Saturday night and couldn't put it down.


Subtitled "The Life of Olive Scott Benkelman Mostly in Her Own Words," it's a wonderful combination of oral history, Appalachian culture, memoir, and biography (or maybe autobiography).

 Some years back, when Scottie and her husband were living in Germany, she and her mother Olive kept in touch by exchanging cassette tapes. Olive, who led a long and remarkable life, often taped stories about growing up in Grayson County, about her ancestors, and about her life beyond Grayson County and back. After Olive's death, Scottie transcribed the tapes and compiled them into this book, which she self-published in 2007.


Olive had some pretty interesting ancestors, including her father, Dr. William Worley Scott. When I heard Scottie read the section about her grandfather, I had to have the book:


Is that a great story, or what? Under a Blue Bowl is full of great family stories, many of which happened in Olive's childhood home of Elk Creek in Grayson County.

The book's title is from Olive's observation when she was a child: "Elk Creek was the perfect place to live when I was a child. The mountains surround our sweet valley and I thought the sky was a big blue bowl that God had turned upside down and rested securely on the mountain tops." (p. 55)

During her life, Olive goes far beyond Grayson County but eventually returns. Her first foray away from Elk Creek was when she and her friend Edith Hale went 65 miles away to attend Radford State Teachers College: "Our parents took us to catch the train in Crockett in the morning and we got into Radford in the afternoon, after stopping at every little place along the line. We knew we would not be able to come home until Christmas. It was exciting but I was scared sick. . . . My mother's butter-and-egg money sent me to school. She scrimped and saved and cut corners constantly to pay for my education. I just didn't dare spend much money. I was awful tight with my money then, and for most of my life it seems now." (p. 103)

Olive goes on to teach school in Grayson County, work at Radford College, become director of guidance at Mount Vernon High School, and have many interesting experiences in Idaho, Illinois, Florida, and—finally—back in Elk Creek. Scottie Prichard is to be commended for capturing her mother's voice and personality so clearly. The multitude of pictures —such as a photo of Olive and Edith enjoying a childhood tea party—are an added plus.

If you love Appalachian culture and history, recollections of the old-timey days, and true stories about remarkable women, odds are good you'll love this book as much as I did.

Since the book was self-published, bookstores aren't likely to have copies on their shelves. Even amazon.com only has copies for sale from resellers. If you'd like to buy a copy, contact Scottie Prichard directly at hillsofhome@gmail.com.

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Monday, April 14, 2014

CATastrophe Insurance

by Tanner the Kitty

Not long ago, I got another card that looks like me. This time it wasn't from my lawyer. It was from my CATastrophe insurance agent about my new condo.


I don't know what insurance is, but I think you have to have it if you own a condo.


 

Naturally, I read it right away. This is what the first page looks like.


 It is a little blurred, but it says this: 2014 Amendments to Original Policy. Renter's Rights:

1. For multi-hole tower
  • clean, safe, pretty
  • all for you
  • if shared with other cats, you have rights to top level
2. Toys
  • your toys will be replaced if stolen, lost, or removed by a cat
  • your toys may/should be cleaned or replaced as necessary by a human
Here is the second page. I think you can read it OK (except for the agent's signature):


I didn't know I had an original policy. But I do have a toy that is damaged. It is a toy rat that used to belong to Chloe. I pulled the tail off it because I like to carry the tail around separate. Nobody has replaced it yet.

And my art got knocked off when Jim-Bob and I had a little scuffle. It used to hang from a ceiling hook, but now it hangs from the ficus. I don't think it makes as good a statement here.


Somebody needs to put it back. It is now too close to my cat windchime that is also damaged because I pulled one of the little dangly kitties off it last year. 

As for having rights to the top level, that is not a problem with Dylan because he likes the second floor. But it is a big problem with Jim-bob when he comes in from his cat-work day shift in the pasture. Jim-Bob thinks because he is a working cat that he can just take over. See?


I try to trick him into thinking there is something outside that he needs to see, but that doesn't work.


He just stays put like he is king of the condo. Asking him to leave does no good.


He has no respect for me at all. Sometimes he sticks his tongue out at me.


Or he gives me the paw!


Sometimes we get into smack-fights. That was how my art got knocked down.


My agent needs to come investigate and maybe evict Jim-Bob from my condo before a CATastrophe happens..
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Sunday, April 13, 2014

Wytheville Library Trip

I haven't accepted many author appearances this year because of my limited mobility, but on Saturday, I headed to Wytheville to be one of the Wytheville Library's "Authors on Monroe."


I figured I could make the trip without much trouble, because I wouldn't have to walk much and I'd be sitting down during both the driving as well as appearing part. Because of lane closures on I-81, I took Rt. 11 to Christiansburg and got onto Interstate there, so I had no problems with traffic.

The library was easy to find. Luckily, I was able to park close.


Just inside was a display showcasing some of the guest authors' books. I propped up my Ferradiddledumday poster for a photo op.


Some of the authors—such as Rhonda Caudill, Pam Newberry, Brenda C. Musick, and Dan Delby had arrived at 10. 


Scottie Pritchard and I were scheduled for noon. Brenda and Dan stayed for the afternoon, too. Other than us authors, very few folks were in the library. It was a beautiful day outside and some big events—such as an Easter egg hunt—were happening in town. So we authors made the most of it by sharing our writing experiences and doing readings. Using my Ida B. Peevish voice, I read from Peevish Advice.

Dan Delby, a writer-illustrator of comic books, read a short story about an energy-sucking vampire aboard a space ship.  


Brenda Musick read a selection from her Appalachian novel, One-Eyed Tom: The Trials of an Appalachian Family.


Scottie Prichard read from Under a Blue Bowl, her mother's memoir.


Some of us did a book swap. A big fan of Appalachian lit, I came away with two Appalachian memoirs and an Appalachian novel.


I was tired when I started for home and my legs were starting to swell, but I had no real problems. I stayed on I-81 north all the way to Salem, where I got off on 311 and took the back roads to 220. I'm glad I wasn't heading south! Just past Christiansburg, I saw a major traffic back-up in the southbound lanes that went on for miles. My camera was on the seat beside me, so I picked it up and snapped several pictures.




When I got off at the Salem exit, traffic was still backed up and barely moving. In fact, vehicles were backed up onto Rt. 311 waiting to get on Interstate. I'm glad I was heading the opposite way.

While I arrived home tired and achy, at least I hadn't been stuck in traffic for hours. And I'd had a good time at the Wytheville library.
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Thursday, April 10, 2014

Sign of Spring

Recently, an important sign of spring appeared. It wasn't the first greening of the willow tree.


It wasn't the peach tree blooms.


Nor the blooms on the cherry tree.


It wasn't the burst of golden forsythias.


Nor the appearance of the first skunk on the lawn.


It was this sign—declaring that the hens at the former dairy farm in Union Hall were laying again.


Naturally, we stopped and bought some. These fresh-from-the-free-range-hens eggs are large and rich. They taste so much better than grocery store eggs.


While the sign said "brown eggs," they come in many colors.


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Wednesday, April 02, 2014

From One Extreme

. . . To Another

I hope last Tuesday's snow is the last one we'll have until next winter.

Our house, last Tuesday

The view from the front porch
The cats weren't too keen about going out, so not much cat-work was done on Tuesday,


However, because Tuesday was Senior Citizen Day at Kroger—and because the snow wasn't sticking to the roads, we decided to chance it and drive the fourteen miles to Rocky Mount. This is how Route 40 looked as we drove home.





By the time we turned into our driveway, our peach tree's blossoms were snow-covered.


And so was the crape myrtle beside the deck.


Last Wednesday was at least sunny, but the snow still lingered.


However, this past Tuesday— April 1—was warm. No fooling! And Wednesday was even warmer—82 degrees! I rode the four-wheeler over the lawn and watched the trees bloom.


The little peach tree at the end of the upper driveway made it through the snow. Even though temps last week had dropped to the 20s, the blooms survived.


My cherry tree was covered in blooms as white as snow.


The corkscrew willow suddenly turned green.


The lawn and the field across the road are both green, too.


And the forsythia is blooming—the bush near the peach tree. . . 


. . . and the bushes around the gazebo.


What a difference a week makes! Now it really looks like spring.
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