Photography · Writing

Five Minute Friday: Why

8.25.2017
{Lindheimer’s Globeberry}

Hearing children often learn the meaning of abstract words and phrases from their immediate environment (e.g. conversations, TV, and radio) long before they learn to read and write.

I grew up deaf in a hearing family. I had to be intentionally taught some abstract words and phrases because I did not gain language from my immediate environment.

One of the most complicated and challenging abstract words mother taught me was “why”.

Mother would stand at the door preventing me from going outdoors to play.  I would ask to go outside and she’d say no.  I did not understand, often got frustrated, and would reach for the doorknob.  She’d block me, look at me, say the word why and then open the door.  I’d escape into the yard.

As I stood there wanting to go outside one day, a lightbulb turned on within me.  I hesitantly asked mother why when she refused to let me go outside.  She beamed, said she wanted me to ask why, and then opened the door.

I learned that day that there is power in language. Mother often said she regretted teaching me the concept of the word why because from that day forth I would not stop questioning everything.  Why is the sky blue? Why do you smoke? And, so on and so forth.

Years later I would think of this as like a trained dog doing what’s expected of it since there was no guarantee that I would have learned the word conceptually.  However, this exercise worked for a child like me.

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deafness isn’t the opposite of hearing as you think. It’s a silence full of sound. 
~Mark Medoff, Children of a Lesser God

For all my life I have been the creation of other people. 
~Mark Medoff,  Children of a Lesser God

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History · Photo Essay · Photography

Tour Guide {Photo Challenge}


2.10.2018

A ghost bank exists 3.5 miles down the highway and is approximately a 5-minute drive from our house. It was a perfect foggy and misty day when I explored this spot for the very first time.  The walls of this old bank are still standing and a tumbled down structure a few hundred feet away still give evidence that this once was a thriving place.


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The safe is still standing intact within the structure.   I wondered who used this bank and how did they live back in the old days.  And, I  wondered was there ever a bank robbery? Yes, I get strange thoughts.


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The view from within was spectacular.  I forced my husband to move his truck out of view just to get this shot… My photography does not do this place justice.


2.10.2018

Across the road from the bank was an old falling down structure that appealed to my heart.  I have always loved old buildings and towns.  It often makes me sad to see them go to rack and ruin.

There were no fence or signs around this building.  So, my husband and I bravely explored this structure. We discovered that it once was a church as it held a baptismal.  It made me feel melancholy.

So, where is this spot on earth?

A terrible recent historical event happened within this community that shocked me to the core, rocked our nation, and placed it on the map.


2.10.2018

It’s Sutherland Springs, Texas. The site of a recent church massacre where 26 people were killed and 20 survived. The community is still reeling, hurting and recovering from this terrible event.

As for me, I do not think I will ever be the same. I could not believe this kind of thing could ever happen so close to us.  And yet, the evidence is there for all to see as they drive by on Hwy 87.

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Tour Guide
{Photography Challenge}

References:

  1. First State Bank of Sutherland Springs 
  2. Sutherland Springs, Texas: Saratoga on the Cibolo
  3. Sutherland Springs church shooting
Photography


7.11.2017
{I thought this was a humorous scene and this picture does not do it justice.}

There will be times when my blog goes silent due to a variety of reasons such as lack of material, lack of time, sick people, and/or sick pets.  So, anytime you see this blog go silent for several days, do not worry.

I wasn’t going to post today, But, I thought I’d explain this just once.  I will not bother explaining after today.  It is what it is. Life.

You already know about Sadie.  Dan, my husband, got very sick very quick the day before Sadie passed away.  He had a sore throat on a Thursday and reached a point on Monday where he needed to see a doctor.  His head was pounding, he was coughing and felt like he couldn’t breathe at times.  We were fortunate that he got a doctor’s appointment that same day.  I knew he had a fever and the doctor confirmed he had a 101* fever.

He was borderline pneumonia.  He was forbidden to go to work.  He had to go back to see the doctor again two days later.  He’s been working from home since Tuesday (February 2).  Today is his first day to return to work and he has another appointment tonight.  Hopefully, this will be his last visit to the doctor.

As a result, I lack time and material to blog.  I have things I need to do that takes priority. That’s okay.  Life and people/pets are far more important than this little ol’ blog of mine.

I fully intend to keep up with the weekly writing (Five Minute Friday) and photography (The Daily Post) challenges as both writing and photography are my personal “goals”.  I’ve been writing on Sundays and I tend to schedule the results of the photography challenges on Wednesdays.  The rest is just icing on the cake.  In other words, I don’t think they are necessary; but, I do enjoy sharing my crafty efforts, travels, and favorite photographs with the rest of the world.  I hope you all do too.

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Photography · Writing

Five Minute Friday: Privilege

2.10.2018
Concrete Cemetery of Guadalupe County
Dom Tacet Clamat: “though silent, he speaks.”

I was exploring Concrete Cemetery for some photographic spots for a photography challenge when I came upon an intriguing monument.  There were at least three of these treestones placed in the graveyard.     While roaming the cemetery, I gained some thoughts for the writing challenge and decided to use the pictures I shot for this post.  Note: You will find a full picture of a headstone at the bottom of this post.
divider-clipart-divider_line_medThe dead had privileges and are often forgotten amongst the living.

The most obvious clue of privilege is the size and the state of the headstones in the historic cemeteries. The families that had money could pay for a more elaborate and nicer headstone while the poorer ones usually got smaller ones which suffered the ravages of time.

The one thing they all seem to have in common is no one remembers who these people were back in the days of old.  Their graves are neglected and many of the headstones have lost inscriptions.  The phrase “gone, but not forgotten” is so not true.  And, I get a little melancholy.  I wonder who these people were, what their names are and what did they do in life?

And then, there are some unusual headstones that make you wonder how and why they exist. The history behind the Woodmen of the World monuments is intriguing. Depending upon the year these people purchased their life insurance policy; they were given a free monument or had purchased a $100 rider to cover the cost of one.

So, in a sense, these people were also privileged with a treestone upon their death solely upon the fact they owned a particular life insurance policy.
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Nature · Photography

Meadowlark

1.29.2018

There are two species of Meadowlarks, eastern and western.  We are right down the middle of their habitats; so, I have no clue to which species this one belongs to.   The bird lover in my family says you can identify them by their song. Well, I’m deaf.  That isn’t going to happen.  I do look forward to seeing them come through our area just before Spring comes.  Just like the Robins used to do for me in Houston, Meadowlarks heralds the coming of Spring for me here.

I am still trying to get used to shooting with a long lens.  It isn’t easy.  I shot this at the wrong time of the day (It was midday and the sunlight was too harsh).  It is my hope that I can continue to improve to where I am at least decent in this area of photography.
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Photography

Beloved


2.1.2018

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(Photography Challenge)

This picture was taken for the Photography challenge the day before Sadie passed away.  This is a burial site on our property for Chessie, our Maine Coon cat, who lived 17.5 years and passed away 2014.  The headstone is at least 17 years old as we first got it for another cat when she passed away and we’ve brought it with us for every move we’ve made.  So, in addition to Chessie, it is also in memory of Little One (a rescued stray cat) and Calvin (another Maine Coon). We are going to bury Sadie (she’s being cremated) next to this spot, clean up the area and make it nicer.

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