The storm let up as fast as it began. “Thanks George,” Carl muttered. “Carl!”, George offered kindly, “It never rains but it pours. Now the sun’s out doing it’s best to shine!” Oh God, he thought, that’s pushing it. I must be losing my edge. “So, Jan? How’re you making out?” He’d never said anything so damn suggestive in his life. “I mean are you ok? Do you want to freshen up at your hotel?” “No, she offered, I’m just a little damp thanks. I’ll be fine.” “OK! Then let’s get back. I’d say it’s almost lunch time! I’m famished.” “Uh Oh! I gotta run. I’m on the lunch committee!” spouted Carl, as he trundled off as fast as his new shoes could carry him. What a guy! Mused George. “Didn’t know they were offering a free lunch. Should we partake Madame?” George almost wanted to take his life. Partake? I’m losing it, he sighed. Jan yet again smiled sweetly and offered her arm. “What Ho! Here we go!”, he almost died.
“George! and Jan!” what a lovely couple. I swear Stephen had a bad case of hoof and mouth disease. He just never stopped. “May I offer you both a lovely pate? I made it last night. It’s my very own recipe.” He glowed, “Its just divine!.” Just what the doctor ordered, George mused. A little strange mashed meat with a touch of who knows. “Don’t mind if I do!” George smiled as he lightly selected a cracker with a minimal of “Pate” on the top. “And you Madame?” as he pushed the plate almost to Jan’s poor face. “UH!” She politely stepped back. “I’m Vegan, but thanks so much, I’m sure it’s lovely.” “Well!” George interjected, “Let’s take a look.” They slid over the table full of goodies. “Jan, here’s what looks like a real nice salad. How’s about I make a plate for you. Dressing?” he offered. “Um no! No please George, just plain thanks.” She smiled sheepishly. “You on a diet?” George questioned. “No! You’re perfect!” At that George decided that silence was golden as he went about making himself a plate. Man cannot live on love alone, he thought. Geezzz, bread George! Bread.
“OK! Ladies and Gentlemen! We’ll have a lovely lunch, thanks to Carl and his crew.” spouted our illustrious leader. “At precisely one p.m. we’ll gather in the main foyer.” He then made a military about-face and left the room. Looking at his watch George determined they had 45 minutes. “Time flies when you’re having fun”, he murmured. “Pardon George?” “Oh, just looking at the time Jan. Just looking at the time. We have lots of time.” “Come George let’s sit.” She whispered as she motioned to the couch. “Here, let me refill your salad. Nice cup of tea?” “That would be nice. Just a little lemon please.” As Jan made her way to the couch George happily busied himself with her order.
“OH! MY GOD!” came from across the room. Everyone stopped and looked. George stood there stunned. Who could this be?
“Jan! My lovely! My adorably beautiful sweetheart!” as he swung across the room. “Where have you been? I’ve missed you so my darling!” If faces could drop George’s was on the floor. His heart sank. His shoulders dropped, his knees almost gave way and if God could have struck him with a bolt of lightning, he wouldn’t have felt a thing. He was numb. As the gushing continued, he could faintly see a glimmer of angst in Jan’s face. Hope he thought. “George!” Jan cried. “This is my good friend Paul from the Shaw.” All George could utter was “Oh”. “Come George, please sit down here next to me”, she motioned. For what seemed like hours George couldn’t move. FEET! George Feet! He reminded himself. NOW!
The next 20 minutes or so seemed like hours. They ate, drank and HE chatted. Seems Jan knew him well from The Shaw. They were great buddies. Jan filled him in. She’d understudied a few roles and had some bit parts. Paul had helped her out in bad times. “Oh Paul” she interrupted, “I really should introduce you to George.” Yes, she really should, he muttered. “Paul? This is George. We’ve been long-lost friends for years and hopefully for many more years to come.” “Hi George.” “Hi Paul” said George, as he gazed into Jan’s eyes. Many, many more years to come.
“We are so lightly here. It is in love that we are made. In love we disappear.” Leonard Cohen
Nov 30, 1924 – Nov 20, 1973 (age 48)
I decided to introduce you to Allan Sherman. My first introduction was listening to “Hello Mudda, Hello Faddah” which has us in hysterics as teens in the 60’s. I myself had a copy of the record above. To this day I think he was a genious. He put the funniest lyrics to classical music. I hope that after you hear a couple of his songs on this page, you’ll seek out more of his repertoire. You won’t regret it. By all accounts he went out laughing as he entertained some house guests 😊
A little about the man from Wiki
“Allan Sherman was an American comedy writer, television producer, singer and actor who became famous as a song parodist in the early 1960s. His first album, My Son, the Folk Singer, became the fastest-selling record album up to that time. His biggest hit single was “Hello Muddah, Hello Fadduh”, a comic novelty in which a boy describes his summer camp experiences to the tune of Ponchielli’s Dance of the Hours.” – Wikipedia
Sherman was born in Chicago, to Percy Copelon and Rose Sherman. Percy was an auto mechanic and race car driver who, like his son, suffered from obesity, and died while attempting a 100-day diet. Sherman’s parents divorced when he was in grade school, and the son adopted his mother’s maiden name. Due to his parents constantly moving to new residences, he attended over a dozen public schools in Chicago, New York, Los Angeles, and Miami. He attended the University of Illinois. -Wikipedia-
In his final years, Sherman’s alcoholism and weight gain caused severe deterioration of his health; he later developed diabetes and struggled with lung disease. In 1966, his wife Dee filed for divorce and received full custody of their son and daughter. -Wikipedia-
Sherman lived on unemployment benefits for a time and moved into the Motion Picture and Television Hospital for a short time to lose weight. He died of emphysema at his home in West Hollywood at age 48. -Wikipedia-
Well that’s just a taste of many. I hope you enjoyed them.
The word “bard” means poet. Bards were traveling poets in medieval times, who made a living performing and telling stories. Shakespeare’s plays can be grouped into three categories:
Comedies – Well known comedies include: A Midsummer Nights Dream, Much Ado About Nothing, and As You Like It.
Tragedies – Some popular tragedies are: Romeo and Juliet, Othello, Macbeth, and Hamlet.
Histories – Some of his best histories would be Richard III, Henry IV, Henry V, and Henry VI.
One thing that set him apart from other playwrights was the way he would combine parts of all three categories, so his tragedies would have comic relief and comedies would have some serious parts. This was something that had not been done before that time.
Part of the genius that is Shakespeare was the fact that his work appealed to everyone, from kings to peasants. More than 400 years have passed since his birth, and his plays are still being read and performed all over the world.
Shakespeare had influence in shaping the English language more than anyone has ever done. Over 2000 new words and phrases were created by him, including: football, schoolboy, mimic, upstairs, downstairs, shooting star, and partner.
There are many famous quotes of Shakespeare that have lasted through time that most educated people know. These show how he is still influencing our lives today:
“O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?” (Romeo and Juliet)
“To be, or not to be, that is the question.” (Hamlet)
“Out, damn’d spot! out, I say!” (Macbeth)
“Lord, what fools these mortals be!” (A Midsummer Night’s Dream)
“Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?” (Sonnet 18)
“All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players.” (As You Like It)
Most of Shakespeare’s sonnets are constructed of three quatrains, or four-line stanzas, and end with a couplet (two lines). This makes up the 14-line sonnet.
The rhythm of each line is iambic pentamiter In English, to have a certain rhythm in a poem, you use a combination of stressed and unstressed syllables. Iambic is two syllables; the first is not stressed, but the second is accented. Each set of two syllables is called a foot, and five feet make up a pentameter. So each line of a Shakespearean sonnet has ten syllables. Courtesy of YourDictionary.com
Between 1593 and 1594, theatres in London were closed because of the plague. During this period Shakespeare wrote two famous narrative poems. …Shakespeare wrote 154 sonnets in total. We don’t know who they are addressed to, or even if they were all written about the same person.
There is much written about The Bard and the meaning between his lines. As any writer knows it is usually up to the reader to make it there own.
One of my favourite Sonnets is Sonnet 29.
When, in disgrace with fortune
and men’s eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast
And trouble deaf heaven with
my bootless cries,
And look upon myself and curse
Wishing me like to one more
rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him
with friends possessed,
Desiring this man’s art and
that man’s fate,
With what I most enjoy
Yet in these thoughts myself
Haply I think on thee, and
then my state,
Like to the lark at break of
From sullen earth sings hymns
at heaven’s gate
For thy sweet love
remembered such wealth brings
That then I scorn to
change my state with kings.
In the early to mid 90’s I got my first computer. Donovan built her from components and packed “Baby” with every program he had and then some. I had no knowledge of computers and so while he was installing everything he made me take notes. What a guy! I had a business that required an on line presence and he graciously offered his services. Back then it was Pentium something and discs for backup. Baby weighed a ton! They were called towers and she was a tower alright.
I was amazed at the freedom she gave me. I had a Talent Agency at the time. It was no longer couriers but images over a built in fax program. I could be on line, via a dial-up, which I can still hear ringing in my ears to this day and had the option to pickup a phone call via my Lan line through a pop up asking me to pickup or take a message. All extremely fascinating. If I got into trouble Donavan had set up a remote so that he had access to my system whenever I needed help. Watching the cursor moving things around was a little weird, but Donovan was doing his best to detangle me.
As I got more and more comfortable with Baby, I saw a program that I was unfamiliar with. It was called POWOW. I asked him what that was all about. A Chat program he said. Hmm a what? Yes, he said just run it and makeup a name and create a password. Oh, I said. I wasn’t particularly interested in “Chatting” with “People” I knew nothing about. So, I left it.
As time went on, I became more and more curious about POWOW, sitting around on my desktop. A kind of fear I was unfamiliar with, was making me increasingly curious. What the heck could happen? After all, Donovan wouldn’t put me in danger. Would he? So, I got up my nerve and ran the program. Filling in a name? As I was a sort of LoneWolf I chose that. Nope. So I added a “y”. So I became LoneWolfy. Good enough I thought and not really suggestive in anyway. Maybe these “Chatters” would leave me alone. So, it runs. I see all kinds of categories for “rooms”. All kinds of rooms. Music rooms, kids chat, Family rooms, Vet rooms, Alcoholic Anonymous rooms, Gay rooms, you name it! I picked a Family room section. SAFE.
For some reason I picked The Dragonlady’s Lair. A little risky but it was a family room after all. Bravely I connected. Suddenly my screen was filled with dialogue. I watched very tentatively but was very leery. I felt like I was intruding on other people’s lives so I quickly left. Closed the program and sighed a great sigh of relief.
I left that alone for some time. BUT as they say, curiosity got the better of me. Gradually I started feeling welcome. They chatted about their kids. The concerts they’d been to or just everyday occurrences. They started to call me Lone. Ah! A nickname already! These people were from all over. Seemed to mostly be the States but, however. I began to type in.
Friendly bunch. I cruised around a bit checking out other rooms. POWOW was frequently updating its capabilities. Instructions to download Beta this or that. Fortunately, there were, what we referred as Techy friends in The Lair and they could quide us through the instillations. Also frightening. You could have a Private chat, share websites together and we all learned how to build a site. Updates brought robot voices, coloured text and other capabilities I can’t even recall what else. Emoticons weren’t the thing then. We all had a very long list of strings of letters like OMG, Tc, Rotflmao etc and we stored them in F keys. It was fascinating how the robot voice could translate the OMG to actually say Oh My God.
The Dragon Lady’s Lair became my on line home. Much like Face Book is today but different. Information, advertisements and plees for donations weren’t a part of the program. It was simply an on- line community. People helping people intellectually and emotionally.
Here’s where Kelly comes into the picture. She created the Dragonlady’s Lair. It was her room and her rules. Anyone causing trouble or being abusive in any way was bumped out by the program. As it turns out we all eventually discovered that she was on Oxygen 24/7 and started the room to keep herself busy and to try to help people in any way she could. Although Kelly was fragile in a physical way, she was a mental giant. We all loved her dearly. She was the Boss and was to be taken seriously. She helped me over many hurdles, as she did others. She even helped me recover from an on line/off line romance that went terribly wrong. Yet another story about giving your self away to people who can manipulate you, if you let them. She saw it coming. Who takes advise? But this is not my story.
What I know
At one point she lived in California. Where? I’m not sure. I do know that she was a Hippy. She made leather Chaps, dresses and other types of leather clothing and jewellry with stones she gathered. Her knick name was Little Britches. In her lifetime she’d been a waitress, and long haul truck driver, an endurance horse rider and who knows what else. He hubby was an Engineer and Todd towered over her tiny presence physically. Todd was a gentle spirit. They’d raised Apoloosas for a time but the dream was to own a small log cabin, somewhere where peace and tranquility prevailed. Well they found it in the south east corner of Idaho. It stood on “K” mountain and with a view of the mountains of Montana. A precious Border Collie named “Taz”, 10 cats, 3 horses and whatever wild life came to their door.
That part of Idaho was ranching country. They lived outside of a town called Salmon, with a population of about 2800. Kelly got herself a job working with computers. Quickly mastering technical skills, she was able to install, repair and take a computer apart in no time. Somewhere along the line she made the decision to be a force behind improving the internet situation in the Salmon area. No small feat. She needed the power lines and the cattlemen behind her. She was responsible for establishing the first Internet Provider in the area. All this from a 5 ft, 100lbs wet, determined woman.
I guess the hippy days in California and the fact that she smoked both cigarettes and weed took its toll eventually. But not before she won the war. Not before I found a friend. Not before I got to visit that little place of heaven a few times.
These pictures are etched in my mind. They will live there forever. They will always remind me that home is where the heart is. It was my home for a short & sweet time and being there brought me contentment & a feeling of peace. My friend Greg commented that “It sure looks like a corner of Paradise there. You’ll carry this trip in your soul forever.” Yes, I will…I spent another 2 weeks there over New Years 2000 and another two Summer visits and funny! but it was still like “coming home” for me.
Her last Christmas Todd asked me to come to visit. They arranged and paid for everything. He said she wanted me to come. I had no money but that wasn’t even a consideration. My family were not impressed. Miss Christmas? Fly away on Christmas Eve? Then forget dinner we eat at 7pm and you’ll be at the airport.
Yes, I said.
A usual they had to drive 4 hours to pick me up. Salmon was 4 hours or so from the nearest international airports. Plus, it was Winter. The mountain drive through Montana to Salmon was hazardous but Kelly’s daughter was as determined a woman as Kelly herself. When we finally arrived at about 2 am I discovered that they’d held off their Christmas for me. We opened a couple of gifts and tucked in. I’m going to have to interject here. My own family couldn’t have dinner a little earlier on Christmas Eve. My mother gave me cab fare to get to the airport. These, practically complete strangers, drove miles to pick me up and held their Christmas until I arrived.
One evening after the festivities Kelly and I got to talking until way into the small hours. It was dark, quiet and cleared skyed. She motioned to me to get a small box from under a table. Inside were several pieces of jewellry, including some rings which she’d made. Pick one, she said. I wear that ring all the time. Hardly ever take it off. People ask me about it constantly. Inside the band are the initials L.B. for Little Britches. I tell them about Kelly, her accomplishments and kindness. I tell them she was a 5’ 100lb wet force of energy. I tell them she was strong till it was her time to go. I tell them of her generosity of spirit. I tell them that she was a force of nature. I also tell them that I was blessed to have found her in a little chat room on line called THE DRAGON LADY’S LAIR.
– my letter-
I will never forget you. I can’t imagine what you’re thinking about the way things are now technologically. We did have some fun times didn’t we? I imagine Taz and Chivon are with you now. I hope Taz is behaving and you’re having some great rides with Chivon.
You used to eye those unused saddles on the back porch. I know you wanted to ride. I guess that tiny roach you had from years ago is still in the jewelry box. Too bad we couldn’t have finished it off down by the creek as you’d hoped. I think of you often. I still wear that beautiful ring, always. It’s a symbol of warmth and strength for me. Thankyou for being you Kelly.
Love Jen xo
p.s. I still have the t-shirt that Nukie designed for the Lair, and the hat. Oh! And the Dragon Art work. One of your Dragon Babies with the chystals sits on my desk. And Kelly? Maybe one day I’ll come visit and bring you some white daisies like the one’s you had in the garden. TC.