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!!!

Friday, February 19, 2016

A TRIBUTE TO HARPER LEE






A series of essays.....



NELLE HARPER LEE: THEN AND NOW



.....as seen through my eyes!




By: Jacqueline E. Hughes


This is my personal tribute to "Little Nelle," Harper Lee, author of the timeless novel, To Kill a Mockingbird, as well as her recently published prequel, Go Set a Watchman. This story was originally published a little over a year ago on February 12, 2015. Sadly, this acclaimed author, Pulitzer Prize winner who pushed her way into a 'Man's World' and won, passed away today, February 19, 2016, at the age of eighty-nine.



February 12, 2015
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Little insights and stories that have caught my attention over the past week.  Sharing some of them with you during this Valentine's week of celebration.....with Love.   JEH

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What an amazing name Harper is.  I read once that her first name is Nelle.  Nelle Harper Lee.  Always wondered why she published under her middle name of Harper.  Not really such a surprise given the fact that Nelle is such a feminine, nostalgic and 'girlie' name.  I surmise that to sell this book back in 1960, a book filled with such poignant prejudice and striking inequities, Harper was dealing with some prejudices of her own. 

A female and first time author, Nelle probably did pretty much what she had been told to do by her editor even if it included changing her main character, Scout, from a woman returning home after many years into a young girl coming-of-age in the South. 

Nelle listened, but at what price?  And, I'm not too sure, having read her biography and taken-in some of her references towards naïveté and being an outcast as a child due to an extremely 'Tomboyish' personality, that these factors didn't project her as a hardworking young female pushing the parameters of a 'Man's World.' 

Did it break her?  Had she had enough with the publication of her one book?  No matter how many accolades they bestowed upon her, including a Pulitzer Prize and making her novel into a movie in 1962, soon to become a classic in its own right, did she say the sacrifice really wasn't worth it anymore and moved-on with her life? 

I will be lining-up to buy and read her prequel, as I refer to it instead, Go Set a Watchman, because it had been written before her editor intervened!  Of course, it will be expected and natural even to contrast and compare it with To Kill a Mockingbird.  I hope Nelle is braced and ready for the bumpy ride!


Copyright © 2016 by Jacqueline E. Hughes
All rights reserved

Thursday, February 18, 2016

COFFEEHOUSE CHATTER ~ MANDY, LESLIE, AND JOAN



 A series of essays.....






.....as seen through my eyes!



By: Jacqueline E. Hughes

From time to time, our neighborhood gals meet at the corner coffeehouse to relax, sip their favorite brew or concoction, and warm-up their hands and hearts...together!

Some might think of their meeting as a 'cleansing' or 'purification of the soul.' Even though they may share similar backgrounds and values, their ideas and opinions can be as diverse and variable as the weather outside of the little shop.

Let's grab a cup of our own, take a comfortable seat, sit back and listen to what today's chapter of 'Coffeehouse Chatter' has to offer....





MANDY, LESLIE AND JOAN.....


Inside a neighborhood coffeehouse, three friends meet as often as possible and discuss life in all of its wonderful shapes, colors, and textures. 



Mandy: Ah! Will you just take a look at her boots! No woman that 'chunky' and over thirty should wear boots that tight or high up the leg. It reminds me of an erupting volcano I made for a science fair project long ago.

Leslie: Oh, stop that! Since when have you become the 'fashion police?'

Mandy: Since seeing that lady in those damn boots!!!

Leslie: Well, as usual, Joan is flying on her own time this morning. I hope she's okay. Walking the eight blocks here in this weather always worries me a bit.

Mandy: She's a big girl. Say, there she is now. (Waving) And look, sensible boots on her, too. Not like....

Leslie: Don't go there, girl.

(Several minutes later.....)

Joan: Good Morning, Ladies. Love our dear barista. He always knows what I want and practically has it ready for me when he sees me walk through the door.

Mandy: Doesn't hurt that he's cute, young and totally ripped, either!

J & L: Bonus! (In unison)

Leslie: Has anyone else felt a bit 'foggy' lately? You know, kind of 'out of it' and disillusioned a bit?

Mandy: Hell, yes! Can't stand living through any Presidential election.....especially this one. So much hatred, blatant lies, and character ripping. And then, there's the Republican side!!

Joan: You'd think we would have gotten used to all of this over the past years, wouldn't you? But, no.... Dragging others down as low as possible seems to be the norm.

Leslie: Exactly! It's never about what they can really do to help make lives more prosperous and stable. That's the 'funk' I've been in lately. It seems we're so inundated by hatred through television and social media that I just want to crawl into the fetal position and sleep until mid-November!

Joan: Sometimes I feel that discombobulated and strange, too. Like when I try to button a blouse after wearing Fred's large, comfy shirts all week long. Could never understand why the buttons and buttonholes are switched for men and women.

Mandy: Because, even though we don't like to admit it, men and women differ on so many counts. We're all human....yet, his buttons are on the right and ours are on the left. Hey, no political inflection there at all!!

Leslie:  In the name of principles, Mandy, and contrary to your belief, there are many women who favor the conservative right and cherish the Christian attitudes it tends to embrace and....

Mandy: ....unabashedly inflict these ideas upon everyone else! Say, what ever happened to the 'Separation of Church and State,' anyway? (Staring intently at Joan) You have a little bit of froth attached to the left side of your mouth, Love.

Joan: Thanks.... Thomas Jefferson declared that the clause against establishment of religion by law was intended to erect a wall of separation between church and state. However, the Supreme Court hasn't always interpreted the constitutional principle as absolute. It remains an ongoing subject of impassioned debate, I'm afraid.

Leslie: I see why your students are so fortunate to have you as their teacher, Joan. But, doesn't it always seem that our Constitution is based upon such generous interpretation? Founded on ideals that can swing one way or the other?

Mandy: Oh, and they do these days! Well, I mean this in a good, healthy sense, of course. Don't look at me like that, ladies. And when you say 'erect a wall,' doesn't that play right into crazy Donald Trump territory?

Joan: All points taken, Mandy.

Mandy: Indeed. Anyone for a warm, flaky croissant with our coffee? I'm buying. Good. I'll be back in a wink.

Leslie: Got to love that woman! She has a knack for saying things most of us only think about.

Joan: It would be refreshing to always be so open and honest. Wish I could be more like that, truth be told.

Leslie: I don't think the three of us hold too much back from one another. At least, not here, anyway. Besides, just being able to talk about all of this has helped me, considerably. Typing to the 'world' on Facebook isn't quite the same as close, personal contact. Especially when laced with affection and the acute necessity for coffee!!

Joan: I understand completely, Leslie. Maybe caffeine is a truth serum and these small, coffee retreats were established to bring out the secrets we all hold inside and they are backed by the government with the information compiled and stored for future reference?!?

Leslie: Um, that would be a 'Mandyism.' You clearly seem to be breaking out of your funk. Now all we have to do is look for the hidden camera and microphone. Paranoia has reared its ugly head.

Joan: After 2008....paranoia, defeatism, disillusionment, label that time period what you will, has become the norm rather than the exception among the so-called Middle and Lower classes. Sad, but true. The ramifications of a depression of any magnitude will assist in creating waves of disappointment for many years afterwards forming an unstable and negative environment.

Leslie: Wow! You have officially lost your 'Upper' status for me this morning, Lady! But, I know what you're saying.....and, fact is fact. We'd all like to revert to the days of hopscotch and playing jacks on the sidewalk with our friends. But, I'd like to think that we could retain that feeling for our children and grandchildren for as long as possible.

Joan: Speaking of children..... Ah! Let me help you with that, Mandy.

Mandy: Girls!! Sorry it took so long. But, you remember our little discussion about 'ribbed abs' and so forth? Well, I've just discovered 'buff pecs' and 'tight buns,' as well! And, his name is Collin. He just began working here yesterday. Something nice to look forward to. Am I right?

Leslie: Absolutely! (Wink) Please don't touch the croissants for a second. I must take a picture for my Foodie Blog Post. (Click) Thank you. These look incredibly delicious.

Joan: Unfortunately, now our coffees are running low. I. Need. More. Coffee! (Standing up) The same all around I believe.....

Mandy: .....I'll go! Just sit tight, Joan. I'm sure Collin and I can handle this together! (Smiling all the way to the counter.)






Until next time.....with more, Coffeehouse Chatter.


Copyright © 2016 by Jacqueline E. Hughes
All rights reserved

Thursday, February 11, 2016

"LOVE IS JUST LOVE, IT CAN NEVER BE EXPLAINED"





A series of essays.....


~~~~HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY TO HUMANKIND~~~~


.....as seen through my eyes!



By: Jacqueline E. Hughes


Should Love have to be explained?

Is it possible to treat Love as a color? Create its texture, temperature, and appeal to share with someone who may not be able to see the color for themselves yet desires knowing what it might look like if they could? To descriptively open up our souls to the suggestion of shimmering silvers, wet and sharp as lake water beginning to freeze over, or the chill of a 'Winter Blue' kind of day, or the softness of pale yellow as it wraps us in its warmth during a sun-filled, afternoon walk.

If Love were a color....what would it be? Red, blue, yellow, blushing pink, or as white as freshly fallen snow?

Love might be the fluid crimson of a perfect rose, generously given and delightfully received throughout the ages as a symbol of affection and beauty. Gifts between lovers in celebration of their commitment to and desire for one another. With compassion and Love we mark a wedding anniversary, filial affection displayed as gratitude for a Mother's Love, and the generous offering of a spray of roses at the passing of a Loved one that symbolizes the honor and reverence we hold in our hearts for their time shared with us here on earth.

Love is a feeling deep inside each of us. It is up to us to tap into its source and allow it to flow freely.

Love can be as strong as the wind, rushing out in palpable waves that surround its recipient in hot, white sheets of passion. It can be as light as the breeze of a summer's evening sending silent chills throughout our being; shivers of delight and promise. Love is the excitement of finally traveling to see a foreign landscape. No longer a perceptible thought or desire, but a living, breathing, observable expanse of scenery waiting to be explored and better understood. Love is inhaling the scent of a new puppy or kitten. Love is the unadulterated joy felt when holding your grandchild in your arms for the first time. It is the recognition of our own existence passed forward into this small, precious gift of life!

Tapping into the well of Love allows us to see the world within a broad spectrum of capabilities and raw emotions.

Shall we soar high above the earth like a great bird held aloft by the rising currents of warm air, floating along to our heart's content? Looking down below us, we take immense pleasure in the natural beauty our world offers....God's eye candy for the soul! Sadly, this vantage point would also reveal the travesty of humankind witnessed by our innate capacity to destroy, hate, and kill! From a child's cry of hunger and pain, to bombs bursting in air....what will it take to shift our priorities and allow each one of us to live in peace on this amazing planet? The answer would be, Love.

Love is strong. Love is powerful. Love is soft and kind. Love is the medium by which we cultivate, sow and harvest the joy within us and spread its essence around for others to administer as a tonic to heal humankind.

I am convinced that one day Love will succeed. It will turn haters and doubters into believers. When that blissful day arrives, we will no longer have the need to ask for a definition of, or an explanation for Love. It will become the 'natural' every day experience that directs us in complete harmony and peace. It will become the standard of behavior that is required, desired, and designated as normal.

"What is Love?" you query. "Love is just Love, it can never be explained........because it doesn't have to be. It is as natural as life itself."    



Copyright © 2016 by Jacqueline E. Hughes
All rights reserved


With Love in your heart, spend Valentine's Day with those you hold near and dear.











Thursday, February 4, 2016

"LIFE IS SHORT, DEATH IS SURE.....that is all we know."



A series of essays.....




ST. PATRICK CATHOLIC CHURCH LOCATED
IN TERRE HAUTE, INDIANA



.....as seen through my eyes!





By: Jacqueline E. Hughes


Mr. Carson, played by the actor, Jim Carter, of recent Downton Abbey fame, puts life into perspective for all of us.

For those of you who follow Masterpiece and the Downton Abbey series on your local PBS station each Sunday evening......, (I record it and watch the program by nine o'clock on Monday morning), you will know about the character named Mr. Carson quite well. As the butler of the great estate, Mr. Carson is an innocent and loyal man who is nostalgic for the old order, traditional to a fault, and loyal and devoted to both the family and it's way of life.

Mr. Carson has accepted life with all of its pitfalls, class distinctions, and moments of stark reality, as a child might if he or she were so deeply protected from the outside world by everyone who loved them. Theirs is not to ask, but to accept; not to question, but to carry-on.

MR. CARSON PORTRAYED BY
ACTOR, JIM CARTER

So, when he exclaimed, "Life is short, death is sure. That is all we know," I was not surprised at how hard the words hit me.

How nice it would be to be able to see the world in black and white, omitting the entire gray area in between.....once again! To view the world as right or wrong, good or bad, happy or sad, in such an innocent and straight forward manner, would take me back to my early childhood. An accepting, unpretentious time of my life when 'older brother' ruled the roost and my love for him allowed it to be so. A time when parents always knew what was best for you and cold shivers would travel up my spine whenever I even imagined losing any of them in some horrific manner!

Mr. Carson has taken this feeling one step further by his admission of truth in understanding that life is minimal and it will certainly end in death and we are not to question or challenge this simple fact for it is inevitable. "That is all we know."

It wasn't until around the fourth grade while attending St. Patrick Parochial Elementary School in Terre Haute, Indiana, that Carson's statement first penetrated my personal and innocent impression of what I believed life to be all about. This 'imprint of reality' left its mark on my soul that will last an entire lifetime.....

Her long and luxurious, golden hair was often tamed within two thick braids that nearly covered the back of her slim silhouette. I was walking right behind her and heading back to class as we navigated the halls of St. Patrick School that particular September afternoon. How I envied her heavenly hair and pictured her sweet Mother overlapping each heavy strand as a braid began to form within her long, silky fingers. I'm certain that my sin of envy was confessed to our parish priest more often that autumn than I care to admit. "Father, it has been one week since my last confession....."


PAROCHIAL CLASSROOM IN
THE EARLY 1960'S

She was a year older than me and I admired her because she was never ashamed to talk to or play with the younger kids on the playground during recess. And, I knew she was an exceptionally good student because she was part of the mentor program where she encouraged and helped younger students to read. Her first name was......Josephine.

Several weeks into the school year and only a few weeks before Halloween, Josie became conspicuously absent and even the boys wondered if she had moved away after not seeing her for a while. We all reasoned how impossible this was since her younger brother, Michael, was still coming to school on a regular basis. Being the 'Innocents' that we were and having respect for authority drilled into us by the Sisters of Providence themselves, we accepted Josie's absence without question.....unconsciously living inside our sheltered 'black & white' world.

THE SISTERS OF PROVIDENCE

Halloween came and went, as did Thanksgiving, Christmas, and the brand new year. And still, beautiful Josephine was nowhere to be seen.

I remember the nuns and lay-teachers asking us to please not ask any questions of her little brother, Michael, because he had no answers to supply and we couldn't help but notice his deepening sadness and school days missed as time went by. For the most part, we complied. It was very difficult for all of us to understand.

Eventually, our own lives and activities filled in the gaps created by our lost student and friend as it often happens with young children bubbling within their own agendas. Spring was producing buttery daffodils that gently swayed in the warm breeze and trumpeted their pride of location as they lined the gray stone walls of St. Patrick Church. Life was fresh and new again with the promise of summer vacation just around the corner.

We girls were just rounding off our afternoon recess game of dodgeball when the small stranger, flanked by Sister Mary Rose and Mother Angelica, made her way out on the playground. Her face was rounded, almost to the point of distortion. What little hair she had left on her head reminded me of my baby doll, Lou Lou, who had been smothered with my love for so long her hair sprang up in tufts like the wild clumps of grasses that belie a well groomed lawn.

For the next few minutes, Mother Superior reintroduced this fragile, exotic creature to us as the early afternoon sun played hide-n-seek among the leaves of the large maple trees that skirted the concrete playground. Josie was like Bambi to us girls. Young, fragile, and in need of protection and care as we, initially, judged the situation out of pure instinct alone.

Not much else was offered to any of us in way of an explanation as to exactly what had happened to our friend. We were told that she was suffering from an illness that the doctors were hoping to cure her of and that we were to treat her as if nothing at all had changed......only, it had. Wondering what kind of a cruel joke God had played on Josie, on us, our young hearts and souls would forever be altered by this experience.

The school year played-out and with a white turban covering her head, Josie attended class and participated in most of our playground activities. Bursting forth from deep within, her 'joy of life' was incomparable and infectious. The girls, as well as the boys, fell in love with Josie all over again and nearly ignored her new appearance but always respected her space. In essence, we all adapted well and carried on with living.

With the arrival of summer vacation came a visit from our Michigan grandparents, a family trip to the Ozarks in Southern Missouri, and long, lazy summer walks with our friends down the many paths that meandered through the thick forest surrounding our home. Life was good, natural, and progressive and slipped by ever so quickly.

CATHOLIC ELEMENTARY SCHOOL
AND TYPICAL PLAYGROUND AREA

Thinking about seeing Josephine again, I entered fifth grade to find that this would be the first time I was to have a lay-teacher instead of a nun teach my class. That first day back, Mrs. Clark asked us all to walk quietly down to the gymnasium because Mother Superior and Father John had something important to tell us.

We were told how proud they were of all of us and that Josephine's parents and siblings were, as well. God had taken Josie from all of us during the warm months of summer and He welcomed her young soul with opened arms into His Kingdom. We mustn't be sad because it was Josie's wish to be a normal, happy, and accepted person among her friends here on earth for as long as possible and that all of us complied with her wishes.

Even as children, we were able to dismiss the facade of illness and the cruel consequences of its treatment and interact with the beautiful, living being that defined a friend who's final wishes were nothing more than to fit in and be loved. In short, we kept calm and carried on with the process of living....

As children being brought up in a Catholic home, Church, and school, we learned that death was a part of life and should be accepted as such. We understood that by being kind to others on earth would lead us to our ultimate goal of being with God in Heaven. We accepted this concept whenever we thought about Josephine and knew that, collectively, we helped to make her final days as comfortable as she had taught us to be when accepting and dealing with her pain and death. Together we made it through a difficult time.

Wiping the tears from my eyes this past Monday morning, Mr. Carson's words rang loud and clear in my mind. Yes, life is short and death is sure. However, it is how graciously we conduct ourselves within the short time we have here on earth that really matters. And, that is all we really need to know.


Copyright © 2016 by Jacqueline E. Hughes
All rights reserved














Thursday, January 28, 2016

CHARACTER



A series of essays.....




A HOME'S CHARACTER CAN REFLECT THE CHARACTER
OF THOSE WHO RESIDE THERE



.....as seen through my eyes!





By: Jacqueline E. Hughes



It's nearly possible to feel its texture, estimate its weight, and recognize its behavior by simply looking at the written word itself: Character. The sight of it conjures up many different emotions, awakens the imagination and, literally, takes us on the ride of a lifetime.

Character, a single distinct conceptual unit of language, bursting with multitudes of meaning and innuendo, packing a punch and delivering it along the way. Developing, growing, strengthening with each day we exist, our moral strength and integrity is seasoned by the sheer elements that surround us. It can be as illusive as an 'invisible cloak' wrapping us within its deceptive folds, especially in our youth, yet as strong and spiritual as multicolored banners comprised of Tranquility, Peace, and Love blowing softly in the breeze above us.

We are defined by our character. As a young adult, we can be swept up by the competitiveness and influences of modern technology that tug upon our desire to fit in, be popular, and drive us to succeed in this highly aggressive and 'Me' oriented existence. Welcome to the 'Fame Culture' with its theme of 'selfies' and 'reality programming' setting the daily pace.

We have turned the camera on ourselves as we shift the 'selfie stick' back and forth in an attempt to capture that perfect shot with our own face in the foreground......life, beauty, nature, often lost, in the background. The epitome of a self-centered existence that is charmed by the acknowledgement of others to the point of instant glory due to the over-exposure of our own presence. Warranted?....., most likely, not. A 'Kardashian' influence highlighted by twenty-nine million Instagram views surrounding us in a fleeting aura of false love and envious adoration.

Time. It takes time. It requires maturity. In time, many of us will acquire the maturity to expose our selfishness and throw down the gauntlet to challenge by turning the camera around until we come face-to-face with the many characters that comprise this astonishing world we live in.

We are all characters playing out our specific roles as in books, movies, politics, marriages, parenting, while 'treading the boards' of this vast stage called life! Stage left, stage right, downstage as the spotlight defines our features...our souls, for all to behold during this grand performance with the backdrop neatly painted by our own hands. Dipping the brush into a rainbow of lush colors, our performance is enhanced by each stroke upon the canvas and bright stage lights shine on and reflect the joy we feel. Muted shades of gray reduce the intensity of our contentment; subdue and soften while restraining the sound of color and light.

Strategically, others are allowed into our personal world to share and offer their particular perspective and attitude regarding our character. A description of a person's attributes, traits, or abilities flow like molten lava creating a miraculous new landscape from which each co-worker, friend, or neighbor's point of view can formulate and reference our character: Kind, hardworking, capable.....dependable. An employer's dream!

Yet, something inside of us seeks out, even reveres, those of dubious character, umbrageous souls who taunt and disrupt us by offering a life we could only hint at or speculate about before their introduction, possibly, from a book, film, or play. These perfect antagonists allow us to be beautiful or rich, wicked or immoral while gleaning vicarious pleasure from a boxing match of competition and conflict, vigorously cheering on the 'bad guy' while living a mundane existence in the real world. We might marry the trustworthy, kind man, but we secretly admire the dangers surrounding the Bad Boy persona.

Character can be determined by the sugar, spice and grit that dusts our life with its fine powder coating whether we live on top of a mountain, within a bustling city, or the more laid-back realm of a rural existence. Life is a journey into oneself. What seasonings we choose to use in order to bring zest or interest into our life is strictly up to us as individuals.

Being a kind, loving person can be a major benefit when it comes to strengthening a strong, benevolent character.

Love can and should be the greatest foundation or starting point when beginning our long journey. Hopefully, it has been shared and passed down to us by those we are close to and who offer us loving examples to live by. As we travel along the road, building character and stretching our imagination, we should ask ourselves if we have our 'loves' in order. Are we spending our time and energy on our highest love, our values and passion, before the journey into oneself reaches its end?

As time passes, we should learn the importance of humility, sympathy, tranquility, peace, respect, compassion, and Love, above all else......! This is a timeless list that's meant to strengthen our character while placing our loves in proper order.



Copyright © 2016 by Jacqueline E. Hughes
All rights reserved



Thursday, January 21, 2016

IT'S A SMALL WORLD AFTER ALL.......LOIRE VALLEY STYLE!




A series of essays.....



CHATEAU DE NOIZAY ~ LOIRE VALLEY ~ FRANCE


.....as seen through my eyes!





By: Jacqueline E. Hughes


"No Way! Absolutely, no way! You did not.....!" The lingering sound of my repeated responses echo in my ears to this day and I make no apologies for being so adamant about uttering them, loud and clear. I was in shock, awe, and total amazement at the time!

It all started to play out when the six of us were relaxing in the family room staring at the colorful screen. Dan had connected my Canon EOS to the television in order to conveniently show pictures from our most recent trip to France.

Our daughter, Ali, and son-in-law, Eric, were sitting on the cushy, beige love seat while our mutual friends, Jim and Florence, opted for the floor in front of the television. We had recently enjoyed a spectacular, (if I do say so myself), French meal I had prepared in order to thank Florence for her many suggestions of places to stay and people to meet while we were in Provence.

Florence was born and raised in Aix-en-Provence, a beautiful metropolitan city located in the region of Provence-Alpes-Côte d'Azur and in the department of Bouches-du-Rhone, just to the north of Marseille. Many French citizens from this area are blessed with a warm, olive complexion with cool, jewel undertones that is derived from their close proximity to Italy. Given her name, Florence, and gorgeous skin tones, it's easy to see that she has been blessed with both French and Italian heritage.


FLORENCE ~ OLIVE SKIN WITH JEWEL UNDERTONES

"Merci beaucoup, mon amie, for such a lovely dinner," she chirped while settling down to see my shots of her stunning homeland. "The cream-filled meringue was superb and nearly like my dear Mother's who would make it almost every Sunday for dessert. But, you outdid yourself with the Cassoulet! I am reminded of home with each tender bite."

I recall having so much fun putting the menu together for this 'thank you' meal. Based on many meals Dan and I had recently enjoyed while in Provence, along with my favorite 'go to' cookbook, Flavors of France, I was able to throw myself headfirst into each delicious course.

Still, for me, the most amazing part of the meal was being able to pair the appropriate French wine with each course based upon the reds, whites and sweet 'dessert' selections we had shipped back to us from the vineyards around Chateauneuf-du-Pape village and wine appellation in the southern Rhone. Yes, this village is well entwined with the seductive history of the area and the town of Avignon and the subsequent "Avignon Popes" who helped to promote the wines of this lush Rhone River region.  I am especially partial to the gloriously rich, red wines of this area, redolent of the heat and herbs of the south of France. Each delicious sip sweeps me back to the Department of the Vaucluse where we lived for a week in the hilltop village of Sablet.

It appeared that Florence and I had many things in common as when she commented on a certain brand of French automobile I had photographed because I particularly liked it. "This is one of my favorite cars," she exclaimed. "But, I wish they would export them to the United States." I did, too.

Jim and Florence met when they were both employed by Club Med Resort located on the pristine beaches and warm tropical waters of the sunny Caribbean island of Martinique. "An overseas region of France, Martinique has an eclectic blend of French, Creole and African influences," Florence informed us. Jim added, "This rich heritage of Martinique is evident in everything from the cuisine to the languages spoken by its inhabitants. We really enjoyed working there, seeing all of the happy, relaxed faces and, of course, falling in love there ourselves!"

Since then, they have traveled all over the world, working at many different jobs along the way, until, finally, settling down in the Orlando area. Successfully working at Walt Disney World for many years now, Dan and I were fortunate to have met them while they were looking to build their home in the same subdivision that Ali and Eric were going to build in. Ultimately, they ended up locating across the street from one another and became fast friends, watching each other's cats and picking-up the mail when the other traveled away from home.

Initially, I told Florence of our plans to visit Provence the following year to celebrate our wedding anniversary during September. "I can give you so many ideas of where to go, Jackie! That is where I grew up and I have so many wonderful memories," she informed me, smiling from ear to ear. "You must explore Avignon. I worked as a guide at the Musée du Petit Palais for one year. It is a beautiful art gallery right next to the Palais des Papes and it opened in 1976 and has an exceptional collection of Renaissance paintings. And, of course, the Palais des Papes, (Papal Palace), is a must see as it is one of the largest and most important Medieval Gothic buildings in Europe, has housed the Avignon Popes, and was rival to the Vatican!"

Her passion extended to the city of Orange with its Roman 'Theatre Antique,' as well as the lovely hilltop village of Gordes that overlooks Le Verger Bed & Breakfast, (LE PETIT-DÉJEUNER AT LE VERGER), owned and operated by her friends, Jean-Phillippe and Daniele Rossi.....and, where we must stay. We did and have fallen in love with everything about it. The town of L'Isle-sur-la-Sorgue would offer us the best of French antique shopping, cuisine and beauty. It certainly did. And, we must look-up her two friends who owned a small shop along the Grand Rue of Les Baux-de-Provence, after we walk the ancient grounds of the Chateaux des Baux, of course! It was amazing! We couldn't find the small souvenir shop, however, and missed her friends that day.

Sitting close to Dan on the leather couch as he clicked through the final shots of our Provence slideshow and, much to the chagrin of our daughter and son-in-law, I suggested that we put up a few of our pictures from an earlier visit to France. This particular excursion included a stay in the Loire Valley, exploring the Island of St. Michel,  spending a leisurely day taking many photos at Giverny, the home of the great French artist, Claude Monet, and, ultimately, Paris.

"I promise not to show them all, just the highlights," I announced.

"Oh, Mom.....Eric and I would like to get home sometime tonight. Besides, we've seen them before," Ali complained.

"Patience, my dear. I fed you well tonight," my determination fueled by the look on Florence's face that was torn between respecting Ali's wishes and, clearly, wanting to see more pictures. The two couples made the forty-five minute drive over to our home together in one car and Jim's expression shouted, "I don't want to lose my ride back home!"

Ali soon acquiesced in her decision and settled back into the love seat beside Eric to journey through another portion of France.

Moments later I was verbalizing my genuine disbelief by shouting those words, "No Way! Absolutely, no way! You did not....," as a definite French accent was mimicking my uncontrolled expressions. "No! That's impossible! But, I recognize that room, the draperies, the bed alcove, the fireplace.......!" exclaimed a confused Florence. Jim's mouth was open forming a huge letter 'O' as his eyes grew wider and his wife was pulling his arm up and down. Comically, Jim resembled an old fashioned well pump being primed by Florence's exuberance at seeing our pictures of the Chateau de Noizay up on the screen.




 LOBBY OF
CHATEAU DE NOIZAY

Things like this take place in a matter of a few moments. Then, one must sit back, take in a few long, deep breaths, and try to make sense out of everything.

Considering the Loire is the longest river in France and the Loire Valley has been called "The Garden of France" and is studded with over a thousand chateaux, covering a wide range of variations, it soon became evident that something highly unlikely and against all odds had occurred. Coupled with the fact that Dan and I were absolutely unaware of their itinerary regarding their latest visit to France, this incident would be chalked-up to pure coincidence!

It appeared that Florence and I had both booked a room at the same chateau for our personal Loire Valley visits. Also, after studying each photo at length, it appeared that each of us was given the identical bedroom within the chateau for our separate two-night stays!

A brief insight: The 'Chateau de Noizay,' a Relais & Chateau property, sits in the heart of the Loire Valley and the Vouvray vineyards. Each of its nineteen, count them, nineteen bedrooms has its own unique decor featuring authentic period furnishings.

"We stayed in the very same bedroom, slept in the same bed, and enjoyed an identical view offered by the large windows facing the back courtyard of the chateau," I stated. "What are the odds of this happening?"

Calming down a bit herself, Florence remarked, "I don't really know. I mean....I can almost certainly see the same chateau because it is so beautiful. But, the very same room? That is outstanding!"

Dan and Jim chimed in by expressing their amazement, as well. In truth, I secretly believe that they were both highly entertained by the spectacle that had recently played-out before them.

Two grown women who were born an ocean apart yet shared the love of a country so beautiful and unique, filled with historical import, infused with delicious cuisine, and tempered by gentle people who believe in the power of living each day to the fullest......suddenly realized how much their worlds had recently overlapped.

A short while later, Dan and I were waving good-bye to our guests from the front door. I couldn't help but think, as the red taillights trailed left and, eventually, out of our subdivision, how the universe has its own special way and appropriate time of telling each of us that we are interconnected and loved.....



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Thursday, January 14, 2016

"THE ONLY LESSON YOU CAN LEARN FROM HISTORY IS THAT IT REPEATS ITSELF"


A series of essays.....



THE 'MUST SEE' FILM BY: BOBBY LEIGH



.....as seen through my eyes!





By: Jacqueline E. Hughes


"Those damn Bolsheviks!" is the quote from my dear, long departed, Ukrainian Grandfather, Antone Moshak, that has lived deep inside my soul ever since I was a little girl. He was so adamant and repetitious that, as a child, it became my grandfather's 'battle cry' and was guaranteed to set the stage for his evening conversations. He could be stubborn as a mule and, as I grew older, with several history lessons later, I began to understand why.


My title is a quote by the author of the book The Great Pearl of Wisdom, Bangambiki Habyarimana. This quote, in time, may serve to gauge and determine the future of our world as we know it. Will we continue to allow history to repeat itself as if on a 'looped' playback continuously showing us pictures of inhumane atrocities such as the 'Irish Potato Famine' in the nineteenth century, the Jewish Holocaust from the period of 1933 to 1945, and the current starvation tactics of the Syrian civil war with all of the innocent victims and refugees it has created?

An author of nineteen distinct works, Bangambiki is a community worker who assists young adults in the fight against HIV AIDS through education and counseling in Mozambique. He is a young man who is wise beyond his years. "Miscellaneous thoughts and insights on life come to me when I am alone gazing at the starry sky at night, walking by the sea, through the wood, watching people at a party, going to the market, by a chance encounter, or when my sleep fails me."

Reading Bangambiki's quote, recalling the remote look in my grandfather's eyes, and digesting the word 'Holodomor' several times within the past few weeks, has filled me with conflicting emotions.

If you've never heard of the term Holodomor before, you are not alone. It may even sound like a character straight out of a J. R. R. Tolkien novel. Sadly, it is not. Learning about Holodomor, pronounced: 'huh-luh-duh-more,' according to The Connecticut HOLODOMOR Awareness Committee, I can almost identify with the distant look in grandpa's eyes that filled with unequivocal hatred with each cry of "Those damn Bolsheviks!" 

The literal Ukrainian definition of the word Holodomor is: "Death by forced starvation."



BOBBY LEIGH

My recent inquisitiveness was sparked by a gentleman by the name of Bobby Leigh. I met Bobby online and his vibrant and colorful personality enriched my imagination right from the beginning! Bobby is a twelve-time, Award Winning Filmmaker and has over twenty years in the Music and Entertainment Business where he has produced and/or toured with such Rock-n-Roll legends as Aerosmith, Kiss, Lynyrd Skynyrd, and Quiet Riot, just to name a few. Author, Film Director, Producer, Actor, and Visionary at Moksha Films, Bobby keeps busy these days, and rightfully so!

November 17, 2015, Bobby shared a press release on his Facebook Page that immediately caught my attention:

"PRESS RELEASE: My Film "HOLODOMOR: Ukraine's Genocide" will be screening in SAN FRANCISCO this Weekend on Saturday 21 November 2015 at the Main San Francisco Public Library at 2:00-4:00 PM. Koret Auditorium, lower level. FREE. Please come and show support for our movie. Q & A following screening with writer/director/producer: Bobby Leigh & producer: Marta Tomkiw."

Logline: “The biggest lie, the best kept secret.”

Considering my family's roots and knowing that many of my relatives still live and thrive in the Ukraine today, I desired to view this film myself if it would shed even more light on the hatred I recalled in my grandfather's eyes. Short of flying out to California, I wrote to Bobby and asked where and when it might be showing near me or if I could purchase a copy of "Holodomor" for myself. Up to this point in my life, I had yet to see pictures, film or any footage of this horrific event that would help me understand this deep, dark, and sad history of the Ukrainian people.  Bobby's 'Log Line' seemed to be holding true.

I presumed that his great passion for exposing this dark secret in history was connected with his own heritage and asked him if this were the case. In true Bobby fashion, he replied, "I'm not Ukrainian. I made this movie because, once I found out about this subject, I was pissed off that I was not taught this at University. I felt that this story needed to be told." He proceeded to send me a copy of his film for my perusal.



I must ask how many of you are familiar with this historical event yourselves? If you are, when and where were you exposed to it? Did you learn about it in any level of your formal education? Do you have family or friends who talked about it? Considering the Holodomor is a major blot on the history of the world, equal to the Holocaust, (which means "sacrifice by fire"), brought about by the Nazis who came to power in Germany in 1933, why isn't it just as prominent within our fundamental education?

I know that Bobby must have asked himself this last question a million times.

If over six million Jews could be obliterated by a regime led by Hitler under the auspices of 'racial superiority,' blind power, and pure hatred, then how could over 30,000 men, women, and children in Ukraine die each day in the height of this famine-genocide in 1933 and the world not be aware of it?

To get the answer to this question, one must look briefly into the history of Russia.

In 1917, the Bolsheviks, led by Vladimir Lenin, take power in Russia. The Soviet Union is formed in 1922 with Ukraine becoming one of the republics. Soon afterwards, Lenin dies and Joseph Stalin ascends to power and introduces a program of agricultural collectivization in 1928 that forces farmers to give up everything they own to factory-like collective farms......and then were told to work on these farms in order to exist with no compensation whatsoever.

Proud and successful Ukrainian farmers, labeled Kurkuls, refuse to return to earlier serfdom and in 1929 Stalin introduces a policy of 'class warfare' in order to breakdown resistance. The following year, nearly a half a million people are dragged from their homes, packed into freight trains and shipped to remote areas such as Siberia where they are left to perish from starvation and inclement weather.


Between 1932 and 1933, the population of entire Ukrainian villages are wiped-out due to the blockades erected around them preventing the transport of food into them, locking the hungry inside. Stalin is determined to 'teach a lesson through famine' and, ultimately, deal a crushing blow to the backbone of Ukraine, it's rural population.

By 1934, approximately ten million deaths, including three million children, and nearly twenty-five percent of the Ukrainian population, are attributed to starvation within the borders of Soviet Ukraine, not including deportation, executions, or natural deaths. Stalin denies forced famine in the Ukraine and continues to export millions of tons of grain to the outside world.

In my estimation, denial, denial, denial was generated on all sides of this horrific situation which included Western governments who adopted a passive attitude toward the famine, even though they had become aware of the suffering in Ukraine via confidential diplomatic channels. Franklin Roosevelt, newly elected in 1933, recognized Stalin's government and turned a 'blind eye' to the famine due to a lucrative trade agreement with the Soviet Union. Shame on all of us who see monetary gain and power as the holy grail rather than the bane of our existence. Definitely, another prime example of history repeating itself.

Early on, my grandparents lived through and recognized the inevitable results of the initial Bolshevik uprising. To pull-up stakes, forsake family ties, and emigrate to an unknown place, put them at risk every step of the way. Survival itself takes on its own risks and would it not be better to hope for a future and do something about it than to perish with no hope left at all? Literally, standing here today, I am most grateful to my proud and heroic grandparents for choosing to be safe and free, no matter what the cost.


 BOBBY LEIGH WITH MOKSHA FILMS

It is because of good people like Bobby Leigh and others associated with Moksha Films who recognize injustice and choose to expose it rather than keep it under wraps like a skeleton pushed into the depths of a dark, foreboding closet filled with secrets and denial. Bobby's documentary, "HOLODOMOR: Ukraine's Genocide," should be viewed, discussed, analyzed, and included in every school curriculum throughout the world and adapted to all languages until this tragic famine-genocide of the Ukrainian people is recognized and catalogued for what it was, an atrocity against millions of innocent people for political and personal gains.

Thank you, Bobby Leigh.....!

On November 28, 2006, according to The Connecticut Holodomor Committee, the Parliament of Ukraine passed a decree defining the Holodomor as a deliberate 'Act of Genocide.' Although the Russian government continues to call Ukraine's depiction of the famine a "one-sided falsification of history," it is now recognized as genocide by over two dozen nations.

Many Ukrainians survived to give eyewitness accounts of this abomination. Bobby has featured several survivors and their brief testimonies in his documentary. Their personal recollections sent chills down my spine as I watched their tears flow freely when speaking about personal experiences during this execution by hunger.

The Spanish philosopher and poet, George Santayana, once said, "Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it." Are we doomed to repeat the past by being so disingenuous as many of our politicians and leaders are today? My hope is that the solemn words of Bangambiki Habyarimana are incorrect when he says, "The only lesson you can learn from history is that it repeats itself." 




Only by understanding the genocides of the past can we hope to prevent others from occurring in our lifetime. Yet, armed with all of this information, we may already be too late. I pray that we are able to aid the people of Syria and harbor the Syrian refugees before the statistics prove that all hope is fleeting.

Now that I understand my grandfather better, I realize that the stoic look emanating from his ancient eyes culminated from deep within himself as he constantly remembered what was, and was saddened by never being able to know what could have been.

Lovingly, I dedicate this essay to my Ukrainian Grandmother and Grandfather, Alexandria and Antone Moshak.



You can visit Bobby online at: 
 www.facebook.com/BobbyLeighAuthor
www.HOLODOMORthemovie.com   

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