MOVING ON.....2024

A Note From The Author: Jacqueline E. Hughes

I am so happy to welcome in the new year, 2024!!! My Blog is changing-up a bit....mainly because I am evolving. Travel will always take precedence in my life and, my journeys will be shared with you. This 2024 version will offer a variety of new stories and personal ideas, as well. This is all about having fun and enjoying this Beautiful Journey called......Life!!!

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Saturday, March 26, 2022

IN MY JOY

 


A series of essays….



THE EARTH’S EQUATOR IS ALIGNED DIRECTLY WITH 
THE SUN ON THE VERNAL EQUINOX

….as seen through my eyes!





By: Jacqueline E Hughes



I am such a lucky person. I’m in my joy! Truly, I am! Nobody can take it from me. I keep telling myself this every day and it’s been well worth it. Hearing it often helps me know that it’s legitimate and that each day will hold new, interesting, and even great things for me to look forward to, contemplate and absorb. It’s all based on the natural blending of imagination and truth. Honestly, if we lose the magical touch of this powerful combination, we could be doomed as a human race and sentenced to a zombie-like existence like those being portrayed in many movies and comic books.


Last Monday afternoon we were swept-up in a whirlwind of blue milk caps, pieces of newsprint, and discarded medicine bottles (empty, of course) that were being tamed by a Lion Queen wielding a wooden chair and a bullwhip. It was explained that the reason ‘she writes’ is because her voice is not heard, and it certainly must be. A person requires two things in order to survive: harmony and buttonholes. The fact is that we, like the stars, are never, truly, finished. We can imagine through multiple scenarios the instant our parents met one another and danced together, sweet and slow. Finally, through a project that is affectionately called, Stickhenge, we learned that it’s possible to recreate Stonehenge, the only surviving lintelled stone circle in the world, with broomsticks and capture the March equinox in our own backyard using fortitude, scientific data, patience, and unequaled parts of imagination and truth. 


Interesting note: did you know that in the 1830’s until around 1850 in the United Kingdom, it was very popular to have females tame lions and tigers in a managerie or collection of captive animals for the purpose of entertainment? These ladies were known as Lion Queens.


That’s quite a bit of reassurance of our own worth and self importance tucked away in just a couple of hours on a sunny afternoon in late March! That’s what you get when eight ladies occupy their seats around a large table within a room that is part of one of the best independent bookstores I’ve ever known, Kazoo Books, located on Parkview Avenue in Kalamazoo, Michigan. Especially when, as a group, we had not met in person (only Zoom meetings) for way too many months. Believe me when I tell you that the conga line for giving and receiving hugs was joyful, and long overdue!


We are the Ladies of Voices, as I like to refer to us, or more accurately, Voices on the Margin, a poetry group that not only studies the lives of various poets near and far, but takes it one step further by writing our own poetry based upon their style and visage of life in general while giving thought toward the poet’s writing technique and/or subject matter of each work. Often our poets have engaged in other forms of writing, such as fiction or nonfiction essays and novels. Familiarizing ourselves with each individual, whether a contemporary or posthumously, female or male, encourages us to open ourselves up to ideas and challenges we may not have thought about before. 


Our inspiration for this day was the Detroit born poet and clinical psychotherapist in private practice, Ken Meisel, who is exceptionally interesting, especially among many of us who have lived, worked in, or even only visited the Detroit area. 


Initially, we cornered the market, so to speak, on women poet laureates including Carol Ann Duffy, Joy Harjo, Molly Fisk, Tracy K. Smith, and Natasha Trethewey. In the spirit of fair practice, we have studied the works of Jack Ridl, local writer, educator, and poet who has created several exceptional poetry editions that inspire us to learn more about the importance of our everyday life and then write about it—simply and honestly. 


The convenience of Zoom meetings has offered our group the ability to include local published poets and have them share their personal work, thoughts, and ideas, with us. Kathleen McGookey has published four books of prose poems and three chapbooks, most recently Instructions for My Imposter (Press 53) and Nineteen Letters(BatCat Press). She has also published We’ll See, a book of translations of French poet Georges Godeau’s prose poems. She has graced us with all of the charm and benevolence of the talented person she is by giving us an evening of talk, reading selected poems, and answering the questions of ‘would like to be published’ poets.


Because we, the Ladies of Voices, have scheduled a Zoom reading of our own poetry, soon, we have had to reach back into the archives and select five minutes worth of work to share with family and friends. In doing so, I was amazed by the many pieces I’d written and accumulated throughout the years! Many I had not read for months and it felt amazing to pull them back into the light, once again.


I am proud of all of us. We are in our joy and not a single person can take that away from us. To be a part of this group is to hold the future in our hands; sharing  with others how wonderful it is to learn and physically create entire worlds from our own imaginations, talk about them with each other, all the while educating our sensibilities via published writers who have gone through this process for years themselves.


If you haven’t already, may I suggest awakening your ‘Joy’ by joining a poetry or writing group. Maybe your thing is working with clay, dancing and singing, painting, cooking, or any other activity that makes you happy and might, just might, give you a new lease on life. Enjoy to the fullest extent whatever it is you choose to do!


Copyright © 2022 by Jacqueline E Hughes

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Thursday, April 11, 2019

FEELING RIGHT AT HOME WITH JACK RIDL





 A series of essays....




"THE CAKE WAS DELICIOUSLY SWEET AND SATISFYING."


....as seen through my eyes!






By: Jacqueline E. Hughes

I wish, growing-up in the 1950’s, that Jack Ridl had been a part of my life. 

I wish he had been there when several neighbor kids, along with my older brother and me, decided to dig a deep, earth cave out in the empty corner lot under the single, gnarled mulberry tree. Jack would have enjoyed the freedom we all felt in that haphazard cave right before the parents discovered us deep in the worm infested soil.

I wish I had been there to hold his hand and weep together when he and his family lost a baby boy (brother) at birth. The ‘50’s were often cruel and insensitive years.

I would have built cardboard turrets and lofty lofts in our backyard clubhouse in honor of Jack if we had been childhood friends. My ‘gang’ settled for large appliance boxes supplied by parents who were fortunate enough to be able to upgrade their kitchens and we cut tiny push-open windows on both sides and drew a version of the skull and crossbones above the door; youthful landlubbers dreaming of pirates and adventures at sea or a reminder of our own mortality?




JACK IN TEACHING MODE

JACK EXPLAINING HIS CONCEPT
ON WRITING MEMOIRS
 


I first met Jack last year. It was April of 2018 when he gave prompts for writing about our personal history (memoirs) and examples of his own writings that spoke volumes about his youth and growing-up and what circumstances helped to make him the man he is today. 

This was one of the best writing classes I have ever had the opportunity to enjoy and learn from! 

Marsha, a longtime friend of Jack and his talented wife, Julie, and I decided to treat ourselves and drive to the Douglas Congregational United Church of Christ located in Douglas, Michigan,about an hour’s drive from Kalamazoo, to study under the guidance of Jack Ridl at his three hour writing workshop. The quaint, white clapboard, and handsomely steepled venue fit all of us perfectly and by the end of our session my heart knew I was part of this welcoming  family.

You see, Jack Ridl is a writer, poet, teacher, mentor, family man, and......friend to so many of us! 

Jack is a former professor at Hope College in their English Department where he taught for 37 years. He and Julie founded the visiting writers series at Hope where his students named him their Outstanding Professor and Favorite Professor. The Carnegie Foundation named him Michigan Professor of the Year in 1996.

Jack retired from teaching in 2009 and is the author of several poetry collections including Broken Symmetry, Practicing to Walk Like a Heron, and Losing Season, all having won numerous national awards.


JACK'S LATEST POETRY COLLECTION


His latest collection, Saint Peter and the Goldfinch, brought us back to this little church last Friday where a gala celebrating the launch of his new collection was to take place. I could hardly wait to purchase my own copy of Saint Peter and the Goldfinch, whose cover had been beautifully illustrated by his daughter, Meridith, and be the proud recipient of his personal signature somewhere on its title page. I was not disappointed.


JACK CREATING A 'MUSICAL COMMUNION' WITH THE JOHN SHEA TRIO


The little church was bursting at the seams with friends, fans, former students, and family. The cake was deliciously sweet and satisfying. Crystal clear musical notes wafted out from the sanctuary in various ways during the festivities that evening beginning with songs sung by the Persisterhood Choir and the jazz beats of the John Shea Trio who performed with Jack in a ‘musical communion’ between poetry and jazz.





The highlight of the evening, of course, was Jack reading selected poems from his newest collection up at the podium when he sent chills of joy through all of us while he expressed his personal history and thoughts regarding the mystery of love and how he imagines love to be via personal experiences set in poetic form. A brilliant performance!


JOHN SHEA TRIO PERFORMING
AT THE 'AFTER PARTY'

BEAUTIFUL FLOWERS
ACCENTED THE GALA


Smiling boyishly while crinkling his eyes, which happens often, Jack pours out the deep respect and kindness that flows from within his heart and blesses everyone with his love. We all become a part of this long journey in life that Jack began so many years ago while growing up in Pittsburgh. Now, having lived and worked for many years in Michigan, he  conducts his workshops and readings while continuing to delight his fans with new material based on his loving and gentle lifestyle.

I love this sweet man.

The concept of love can be quite simple.

As if he had been my neighbor (playmate and chum) for years and we’d shared digging an earth fort or creating a clubhouse out of appliance boxes together, with each Jack Ridl poem I read, I discover more and more about the author and his intimate curiosity connected with everyday life, loss, discovery, love, and the passing of the seasons. Jack has helped to create an interesting journey that most of us can relate to and feel right at home with but, ultimately, includes Jack's personal history and deepest thoughts. 

My appreciation goes out to Wayne State University Press, Julie and Meridith Ridl, Pastor Sal of the Douglas Congregational United Church of Christ, the people of Douglas, my dear friend, Marsha Meyer, who introduced me to Jack, and last but foremost, to Jack Ridl himself.

Remember...April is National Poetry Month!  


JACK SIGNING COPIES OF
'SAINT PETER AND THE GOLDFINCH'




Copyright © 2019 by Jacqueline E. Hughes
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Thursday, April 26, 2018

FEELING QUITE PARISIAN IN LEXINGTON



 A series of essays....



OUR 'PETITE SLICE OF PARIS' ON NORTH LIMESTONE IN LEXINGTON, KENTUCKY



....as seen through my eyes!




By: Jacqueline E. Hughes


What goes up will come back down, eventually....at least for a few more road trips, anyway!

We’re heading back to our Florida home after spending two cold, snowy weeks of Winter in April up in Kalamazoo! Some highly productive work accomplished on the inside of the house with enough demolition to fill a ten-yard dumpster! That was a very good thing. Anything that needed to be done on the outside was a distinct impossibility, and this set us back on our time schedule a bit, unfortunately.


A SCENE DAN AND I DON'T
EXPERIENCE EVERY DAY!

Months ago, Dan’s initial demolition of the back of the house was shared by the highly capable hands of our son-in-law, Matthew. Ripping out the existing three-season room was their specialty. I admit it; I played ‘voyeur’ by observing some of their hard work via the security camera we’d installed in the dining room, located in a window just off of the back deck. I remained in Florida for the long weekend while all of this was taking place.

POOR GUY IS STUCK IN
DEBRIS TWO RUNGS DEEP

During a subsequent trip we both made up to Michigan, I watched Dan and his brother, Leo, level out and finish the new floor deck, build the new portion of the kitchen’s side walls, and construct its vaulted beams and plywood clad roof. I was in heaven! We were making progress towards a new kitchen, as well as a new life, eventually, up in Kalamazoo!

This recent go around afforded us a two week span for completing kitchen demo, placing the new windows and doors that, also, needed to be stained, and figuring out electrical placement and heat runs.


"HEY! WE REALLY DIDN'T NEED TO
SUPPORT THE SECOND FLOOR!!"

The demo of most older houses can be tricky to quite difficult at best. You just never know what you’re going to find! Knowing all of this going in helped to ease some of the pain as Dan discovered floor joists cut in half, large notches cut out of studs to make way for water pipes, and the fact that one corner of the old, existing kitchen was so rotted from years of water intrusion that it had to be framed-up again before it came crumbling down on our heads. You know....the typical stuff, and all very frustrating and time consuming.


A SPIDER FROM HELL;
A DISASTER WAITING TO HAPPEN!

In taking down some of the drywall in the garage ceiling to try and make sense out of the current pipes and electrical positioning, Dan discovered the quintessential outlet from hell. There were thick, black wires coming out of this ‘monster’ that traveled every point of the compass throughout the house and resembled a large, mutant spider that had been unleashed after many years of captivity. Always good for a laugh or two, right?

While Susie, Leo’s wife, thoughtfully brought a large pot of her delicious, homemade ham and bean soup which provided the four of us with two amazing, healthy meals, she and I made miraculous headway towards keeping dishes clean by utilizing the bathroom sink. Marsha had brought over a 'right out of the oven' quiche that we, gratefully, called breakfast the next morning. Delicious! Also, it was openly and gratefully discovered how productive Susie can be on a construction sight. Never afraid of getting her hands dirty or ignoring what needs to be done, she wields a mean trash shovel and is wicked when it comes to pulling a million staples and nails from the old kitchen flooring with a hammer in one hand and a crowbar in the other!


ONE OF MY FAVORITE PICTURES OF LEO AND SUSIE:
SKYPE SESSION WITH THEIR GRANDSON...

After attending a highly productive writer’s workshop by the author and poet, Jack Ridl, with my dear friend, Marsha, spending sweet, quality time at dance and gymnastic classes with two of our five grand babies, and going out to dinner with several of our good friends....our amazing neighbor, Ginny, sent us off last Saturday morning with a goody bag of rich, delicious homemade Michigan brownies layered with dark, sweet cherries. Yum! All in all, Dan and I felt very well taken care of and, of course, loved! 


MR. JACK RIDL: TEACHER, POET, AUTHOR,
AND A MOST DELIGHTFUL HUMAN BEING!


ADMIRING THIS WEDDING
GOWN IN A SHOP WINDOW

Deciding to spend the night in Lexington, Kentucky, we consciously shortened the first day of driving in order to relax and enjoy seeing this clean, beautiful city from a daytime perspective. “Where should we have dinner?” was the important question of the evening and we just took off heading downtown with the element of surprise in mind. Dan’s eye caught the green of an Irish Pub and took a right turn onto N. Limestone before realizing that we’d landed in the famous historical section of Lexington. Driving slowly by the Irish Pub, Le Deauville Bistrot, beautiful old storefronts and shops, and architecturally brilliant, restored, two-story walk-ups, we decided to park and walk this historic portion of Lexington while taking it all in slowly and methodically.




Le Deauville Bistrot was our dining place of choice. Just like its namesake located on Av des Champs Élysée near the Arc de Triomphe in Paris, Le Deauville Brasserie, it offered late-night food in a cozy and casual atmosphere.


WAITING FOR THEIR TABLE


Crowded with couples and small groups either already eating and drinking or waiting their turn at a table, the maître d managing the ‘front of the house’ asked if we had a reservation! What were we thinking? It was a Saturday evening at this intimate French Bistrot in major downtown U.S.A. and we thought we’d be able to be seated! Bon chance, my friends....

Well, good luck is exactly what we had because, you see, after a moment or two, he came back to us and said, “If you would like to wait, a couple will soon leave a small (as to verge on insignificant) round table that is positioned near the back of the bar area.” The hustle and bustle of wait staff and all of the warm bodies pressed up to the small bar before being taken to their reserved tables offered us a unique challenge but one we were happy to accept if it meant being fed. Since Dan and I are devout ‘people watchers,’ we felt we had nothing to lose. That is, of course, if you don’t count stepped-on toes and feeling quite exposed along with six to eight others brushing arms together by the curtained-off front door.





With patience can come great rewards. After a ‘loud’ span of around thirty minutes, our smiling maître d leads us towards a cloth covered table for two within the main dining area while explaining that we had been so patient and the couple at the tiny table had taken so long to wrap up their dessert and pay their bill. We were delighted, of course, and celebrated with a glass each of fragrant, Provençal Rose, a cheese and fruit board to share, and small loaves of crusty French baguette. Pure heaven!

The table for four near us was, eventually, vacated just about the time our entrées arrived and the staff was elegantly clearing away dishes and exchanging soiled cloth for clean, pure white linens. Each movement was orchestrated right down to the tinkling of the new glassware and spotless flatware being inspected and set out for four new guests.


THINLY SLICED ROASTED DUCK

DAN'S FILET MIGNON

As I am taking pictures of my thinly sliced duck with seasonal vegetables and sweet potato purée, I hear Dan saying, “We know the gentleman they just seated at that table. He’s a news or sportscaster but, I just can’t place him right now.” Sneaking subtle peeks at his table and peering out through the bottom of my tilted wine glass, I felt I had a good idea about who the man was seated only several steps from our table.

His name I could not connect with and I reasoned that we only saw him upon certain occasions as a broadcaster for the Peacock Station. Sitting in the heart of horse country, we associated him with the Derby and proceeded to Google him for a name. Tom Hammond was staring back at me from across the short distance as he drank his white wine. I didn’t have the heart to share with Dan, at the time, all of my thoughts about this man, a University of Kentucky alum who lives in Lexington (thank you, Google!) and has broadcast basketball, football, and the Olympic Games. After all, I couldn’t even remember his name a few moments ago!


TOM HAMMOND AND FRIENDS

This chubby man with his thick, salt and pepper mane and strange, overly made-up eyes was now staring at me because I was the only person directly within his line of sight in this small, three room maze of a French Bistrot that is so wildly popular with many Lexington locals. Instinctively, I did what anybody with an i-Phone would do and took his picture! Granted, Dan was intended to be the main subject but, I was pleased by the results. I am hoping that Tom Hammond was flattered because you couldn’t put much past anyone in such small quarters.

No dessert, coffee, or brandy for us after such a great meal. We had a long day of driving the following day and wanted to get enough sleep that night. 

What a wonderful date with my husband on a Saturday night in Lexington! It almost felt like being in a small bistrot on a side-street in Paris with delightfully anticipated food and wine to tantalize the taste buds and get the blood flowing. Perfect!

Oh, and when we sit down to watch the 2018 Kentucky Derby on Saturday, May 5, and listen to the dulcet tones of Mr. Tom Hammond serving as NBC’s main host and broadcaster, I’ll be sure to tip my lavishly eccentric, wide-brimmed, beribboned, “Southern Belle” inspired hat while raising a frosty mint julep his way. Cheers! And may the best horse win!!


MY SWEET GARDENIA PLANTS GREETED
US HOME IN FULL REGALIA ~ HEAVILY LADEN
IN SOFT, CREAMY FLOWERS...



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