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Music Triggers Memories

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Music Triggers Memories

We all grew up listening to music. Swing, jazz and big band dominated the 30s and 40s. Rock n roll evolved from various genres of music back in the 50s. My teenage years were the 60s. There will never be another decade like this again and no other decade need even dare to compare.

The 60s began with the British invasion. I attended concerts featuring The Rolling Stones, Herman’s Hermits, The Who, The Kinks, The Hollies, The Animals, Peter and Gordon as well as Chad and Jeremy. Sadly The Beatles never made it to Winnipeg back then.

I also attended concerts featuring American artists such as Paul Revere and The Raiders, Simon and Garfunkel, Sonny and Cher, Blues Magoos and The Monkees. But by far my favorite group was The Beach Boys.

The first time I saw them in person was at the old Winnipeg Auditorium, a popular venue for concerts back in the day. The promotor was leery about the size of the crowd they might attract so this smaller facility was chosen rather than the larger Winnipeg Stadium. The group I saw back then had all the original members…Brian Wilson, Carl Wilson, Dennis Wilson, Mike Love and Al Jardine.

While Brian Wilson wrote several songs about the beach, (such as Surfin’ USA and Surfin’ Safari), in reality he was afraid of the water and spent little time by the ocean. Instead he surfed a different wave in the dangerous waters of drugs.

In the mid-80s, the Beach Boys returned to Winnipeg and I took my six-year-old son Kyle to the concert. People sitting near us marveled that Kyle knew all the words and happily sang along throughout the evening. Kyle was a big fan of this group. He grew up listening to their music as his mom constantly played their cassettes. (By then I had replaced the albums with the then new modern cassettes).

But the group we saw in the 80s was very different from the one in the 60s. Brian Wilson, co-founder and leader of the group, was not on stage. Plagued by mental health issues resulting from constant substance abuse, his ability to go on tour had been severely restricted.

This talented musician passed away on June 11th of this year at the age of 82. He is gone; but his music is sure to live on in our hearts forever.

Really? All That In One Weekend?

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Really? All That In One Weekend?

My suitcase finally did make it back into the closet. And it’s unpacked and all my laundry is done. But I want to clarify something first.

People have asked me what an essentials bank is. An essentials table or bank differs from a food bank. We do not give out food. We give out other necessities including shampoo, household cleaners, toilet paper, diapers and the like. Most of the cliental are Hispanic, so my knowledge of Spanish comes in handy.

Now I’ll move on to the weekend.

Friday night my church held an event called The Table. This is a time to celebrate community. We gather together to share a meal, listen to testimony and spend some quiet time with God in the form of praise and prayer. A beautiful way to begin the weekend.

Saturday afternoon we went to a concert in Wenatchee featuring the Apollo Club and the Eastmont High School choirs. Donations from this event go towards the Apollo club’s annual scholarship program for young aspiring musicians. Then we headed to Cashmere for a delicious dinner at the new Wild Huck. Final destination was an amazing bluegrass concert featuring Runaway Train.

Sunday morning was church. It’s so nice to attend in person rather than merely watching online. Fellowship is so important. Lunch was at Peking and then we took in a couple of garage sales.

It was a busy weekend.

My Mind Is Wandering

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My Mind Is Wandering

Yesterday afternoon I was chatting with a friend online. I told her I might have to come back to Winnipeg to take care of a legal matter. She told me that my life would make a great book. Today another friend told me to forget the book. Just go after the screenplay.

I actually began writing some memoirs a few years ago when I was living in Leavenworth, inspired by a course I was taking at the time. I thought they might be nice to leave for my granddaughter. But the more I got into it, the more I realized that there were a lot of things that had gone on in my life that I didn’t want her to know about, especially since my children didn’t even know about them.

I once contemplated writing an autobiography. But if I wrote an autobiography, no-one would believe it. People would think it was fiction. In all honesty, I’m living this life and I have a hard time believing it. But my close friends who have been there for me throughout the years continue to assure me that my life is very real and is definitely not fiction. They’ve seen the crazy things that have gone on, especially in the last couple of decades.

And that brings me back to the legal issue which is a daunting dilemma. My close friends know about it and that’s enough for now. There won’t be anything in my blog until the matter is resolved. And that will take time.

It’s a glorious spring day out there today. The sun shines brightly in the sky and the temperature is hovering around 90 degrees. I went out to the flea market on my street very early this morning in order to avoid the stifling heat later on in the day.

My neighborhood has taken on a very different feel this week. La Feria de San Marcos begins on Saturday. Three weeks of music, rides, vendors and celebration. Thousands of people throng here not only from Mexico but from other countries as well. Hundreds of worker have been at it for weeks now setting up. And I am living a mere two blocks away from one of the main stages!

Emiliano came unexpectedly for an English class today although the kids are off school this week for Semana Santa. We talked about the solar system and watched a short video. He is looking forwarding to seeing Minecraft over the holidays. He enjoys the game and is excited about seeing the movie. So we watched the trailer together in English.

I’m still listening to audiobooks but this morning I have a music playlist on in the background as I write this. Everything from Backstreet Boys to Marianas Trench. Actually it’s great music for writing memoirs, but I’m not going there today, or anytime soon.

Time for lunch. Ricardo made lasagna. Yummy!

Plans For A Crazy Day

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Plans For A Crazy Day

Today is one of those crazy days. My mind keeps wandering as I’m trying to focus on my writing. I’m working on the Epilogue now. And things haven’t exactly turned out the way I’d anticipated when I’d first started writing this book. And that’s okay. Plans don’t always work out.

Plans. My thoughts drift to the sermon the pastor gave last Sunday. It was all about plans and God’s plans for us. And I sometimes wonder about that. Why did I wind up in Aguascalientes? No ocean here. I don’t hang out with gringos. The art galleries and museums are nothing compared with those in Guadalajara. And then there’s Washington state. I keep being drawn back there. The lure of the mountains and life in the USA.

Yes. Life in the USA. I grew up hearing about how we were so lucky to be living in Canada. Such a great country. The way things are going right now, I don’t think it’s such a great country. Despite the political divide, I prefer my life in the USA. The big drawback to me is that my kids still live in Canada and don’t want to visit me in Washington or Mexico.

Back to plans. My TV has been doing weird things like freezing and no volume and no nothing today. So there goes that plan of watching a movie in Spanish in an attempt to improve my skills in that language. But I have been doing some texting in Spanish today so that helps.

Speaking of today, I had planned on going to the tianguis on my street today. But it’s almost 2:30 and I’ve missed it once again. Oh well, there’s always next week. And I really should take some pics.

Pics. I’m slowly but surely organizing all the pics I scanned when I was in Winnipeg last summer. My son has promised to send me a link so that I can share a few thousand with him.

My son. The other night I missed a video call from my daughter in Kelowna as I was doing a course online at that time. When I called her back, to my surprise my son and his girlfriend were there visiting from Winnipeg. My kids don’t exactly keep me updated on their travels. But it was so great to do a video call and see them all together. Only wish I could’ve been there with them.

Of course that was another long ago plan that never happened. My kids and I all living in the same city and seeing each other all the time. That was the way I grew up. But someone up above had a different plan for me.

Back to my plan for today. Back to my Epilogue. And I’m listening to The Rolling Stones in the background.

What’s your plan for today? And how is it working out for you?

Today I Took A Day Off

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Today I Took A Day Off

Today I took a day off from the world, a much needed break. I turned the ringer off on my cellphone. I ignored texts and voicemails. I didn’t read my newsfeed or check my emails. I lay in bed sipping coffee and watching a movie in the morning.

Then I took out my gel pens, sharpies and paints. I lost myself in a fantasy world of color. It was so peaceful and calming. It was so relaxing. And I wonder why I don’t do it more often.

I listened to music. Classical. Rock. Folk. Country.

Next on the agenda was writing. My characters have been speaking volumes lately. I’ve done a lot more than merely editing. I lost myself in their world, in their life.

And now I’m sitting here with my window open listening to the rain. It started off as a soft patter and is now a deluge pounding down on the roof.

But I know I have to return to reality. I need to check my texts, voicemails and emails. I need to read my newsfeed.

My day off is over.

The Hills Are Alive

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The Hills Are Alive

A highlight of the time I spend in Washington each year is attending the productions of Leavenworth Summer Theater. This week we attended both productions nestled up in the hills in the amphitheater. They were both amazing!

The venue itself is spectacular. From the time Maria arrives singing as she walks through the surrounding woods until the final scene with the Von Trapp family perched up on a hill the audience is totally captivated. Our seats were in the center on the aisle which made it even more enjoyable in scenes such as the wedding procession. We even had a stormtrooper standing beside us in the scene where the Nazis were searching the abbey. This year marks the 30th anniversary of this production in Leavenworth, and is the best one I’ve seen yet.

Beauty and the Beast was the other musical. The choreography of the dancing and the music was fabulous. We had fierce wolves running by us as well as the lovely Belle as she went in search of her father. This was another engaging performance for both adults and children alike.

There are usually three productions each year but the venue at the Fish Hatchery is no longer available. Word is out that next year some performances will be held at the Festhalle in downtown Leavenworth. That should prove to be another excellent venue.

I can’t wait to see what the other musicals will be in addition to Sound of Music. And I know I’m not the only one. Every summer visitors come here from all over. Even the cast come from afar in addition to the many locals who participate.

Come here and experience it for yourself!

On To Plan B

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On To Plan B

When Plan A doesn’t work there’s always a Plan B. Plan A was working. I arrived in Winnipeg last Thursday and Laura came with me to buy a scanner on Friday. On Monday she came over and set it up and gave me a crash course in how to use it. But Plan A was already off-track as I hadn’t connected with my son and he’s been storing the photo albums. So this week has gone by and I haven’t had any photos to scan yet.

Plan B in action and I am taking the week to see friends instead. And as I visit with my friends I’m going through different chapters in my life.

Rita. We met at an auction back in 2000. We’ve gone through divorces and our kids’ marriages and a whole lot more. Before Rita sold her cabin at Hillside, I always went out there with her when I came back to Winnipeg in the summer, even after the knee surgeries. It was fun maneuvering my walker and much easier when I graduated to a cane. There were steps involved in getting up on the deck and into the cabin. This year Rita picked me up at the airport and we went straight to VJ’s for gut bombs. It was pouring rain but that didn’t stop us.

Laura. My computer guru. We met in college when I was getting my ESL certification back in 2009. She was very pregnant and her baby arrived late so she was able to write the final exams and graduate. Although I moved away in 2010 we’ve kept in touch and get together whenever I come back. She shops around for computers and whatever other technological devices I require. Then when I get to Winnipeg we get together and I buy what she has picked out. They must love us at Best Buy. Whenever the sales person asks a question I refer them to Laura. I only need to be there to tap the credit card.

Sheila. We met back in middle school and have been friends for sixty years. Yep. We’ve gone through a lot together. When we get together it’s like we’ve never been apart as we catch up on kids and grandkids. Sheila doesn’t enjoy traveling and admitted to me that she hasn’t been on a plane in nine years. That’s very different from my nomadic lifestyle. I’ve been on four planes in just the last month.

Jacque. Our kids were in the same pre-school program when we met back in 1983. Jacque was also a caterer and has shared several wonderful recipes with me, the most requested one being the peanut butter cheesecake. Our kids all went to different schools throughout the years but Jacque and I remained in touch. She moved back home to Rochester, Minnesota for a while but returned to Winnipeg a few years ago. I was already well into my nomadic lifestyle but we always get together when I come back for a visit.

Donna. In another lifetime I taught water aerobics at the YMCA in Westwood and Donna was in my class. We also share a love of music and have gone to concerts together. Donna’s husband makes amazing wine which I always enjoy when I go over there. When I was here last summer we spent a memorable afternoon at The Leaf. We were talking at lunch the other day about maybe going to the Museum of Human Rights this year.

Marilyn. After my knee surgery I went to physio at Concordia where I met Marilyn. This awesome physical therapist is one of the reasons I bounced back as quickly as I did from those surgeries. She’s retired now and travels to New Zealand to see her daughter quite often. Over lunch today we talked a lot about Mexico and she’s thinking of coming this winter.

On Sunday I will finally get to see my son and I hope I will get those photo albums so I can start scanning. It will be nice to be with my son on Mother’s Day. We haven’t done that in several years.

Today is May 10 and it’s Mother’s Day in Mexico. It’s been a while since I’ve been in that country for Mother’s Day too.

To all the mothers out there, whether you celebrate today or on Sunday, Happy Mother’s Day!

Mindful Musing

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Mindful Musing

It’s been a relaxing couple of weeks since I’ve been back. I’ve made an effort to be more mindful and I’m actually feeling the rewards. I’m not nearly as stressed as I thought I’d be seeing as I’m still settling in and will be traveling again in less than two weeks.

For one thing, I haven’t dived back into teaching yet. I have gone to a training session and I did do a CPR refresher. But I haven’t gone back to Tai Chi classes as I’m still waiting for this sciatica to let up. And it probably will just before I have to board that next four hour flight to Minneapolis. But the long flights take a toll on my back although I make a point of getting up every now and then and walking a little. At least I’ll have a layover and will be able to walk around a little before my connecting flight to Winnipeg.

The highlight of this week was going to writers group on Wednesday. It was great to see everyone again and meet new members. The stories and poems we shared were especially amazing. I have missed the support and encouragement of my writing friends. Unfortunately it was a bit of a tease as I won’t be back now until June.

I’m looking forward to doing some volunteer work on Monday with my friend in Cashmere. Joanne is a professional volunteer in her retirement years and always has interesting things I can help her with. This time I’m helping her prepare for a kids event.

After church tomorrow, Joyce and I are going to a concert in Wenatchee. It’s a benefit for the Ukraine. One of the women in my life group will be singing and I’m sure I’ll recognize a few others in the different choral ensembles who will be performing.

I’ve started coloring again. It has been relaxing and I must admit I sleep better since I’ve cut back on the videogames and turn to my gel pens and markers instead. When I get back in June I intend to pull out my paints and pastels that are currently hidden away in my closet.

The course I’m taking online has now switched topics from nutrition and reading food labels to mindfulness. And I’m making a serious attempt to have mindfulness become my middle name.

The other day I was sitting outside waiting for a friend to pick me up when a cat sauntered by. He eyed me suspiciously through the fence. Yes. He. I’ve decided that Marmalade is a male. I gave him that name because of his coloring. And his tail has these magnificent ring-like stripes. I watched him as he nonchalantly made his way down the street.

On another day I was treated to a small procession of quail strolling across the street. Mama in front and the babies trailing behind. They were all oblivious to the traffic that had stopped for them so that they could safely proceed to their intended destination.

It’s common to see cats in the neighborhood as well as quail. But I know I looked at them differently this time. Mindful musing.

This Is How I Do It

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This Is How I Do It

I belong to a few Expat groups on Facebook. One of the most popular topics discussed is how to learn Spanish. Depending on where you live, the resources may vary. While small towns do not have language institutes, it has been my experience that they are beneficial in learning Spanish. They provide opportunities to use your Spanish that the larger cities do not. And even in a larger city the opportunity to practice speaking the language varies.

When my son was a baby, my mother and I took a beginner Spanish course in an adult education program. With no opportunity to use what I had learned it was quickly forgotten. Flash ahead almost thirty years when David and I were in Cuba staying at a resort that offered a variety of activities. We opted for the Spanish course but there really was just some basic vocabulary and a couple of idioms.

When I arrived in Mexico City and had to clear customs a few months later, there was only one expression I remembered and it was of no use once I got to Immigration. “Cerveza fria por favor.” The one English speaking Immigration officer was off sick that day but somehow I made it through and on to my connecting flight to Culiacan.

I was teaching at a private school where the principal didn’t even speak English. The Director of English was fluent in English. The two other Mexican teachers who also taught English in secundaria with me for the most part taught their classes in Spanish rather than in English.

And then I met Juan. He was teaching other subjects but was anxious to improve his English. He was very patient with me as we read children’s books and he taught me basic grammar. I don’t remember how many times we read Chicken Little and The Wax Man but it was dozens. At the time, Juan and his wife had a baby and they were quick to adopt me into their family. That was huge for me. I had left my family behind in Canada and here I was in a foreign country with a completely different culture in addition to a new language to learn. Juan and Lucilla now have five boys who call me abuelita and I call them my nietos.

When I moved to Irapuato the following year, the school where I taught actually attempted to provide us with some help in learning Spanish. The problem was that the teacher spoke Castillian Spanish, not the Spanish that is typically spoken in Mexico. It was also different from the Spanish in Cuba.

Then I moved to Tlaquepaque. Thank you Isaias for making me ask for directions, order food, buy tickets, etc. when we travelled on the weekends. That was such an awesome opportunity for me to actually practice speaking and using the vocabulary I had learned. My grammar was horrible but somehow I made myself understood and usually understood what others said to me.

The years I lived in Mazatlan were very different. That is definitely gringoland. I spent most of my time with gringos and very seldom got to use my Spanish. Quite a few people who worked in the shops and restaurants also spoke English. The church I attended had services in both English and Spanish. I often went to the Spanish service in an attempt to practice speaking.

When I arrived in San Ciro de Acosta, population two hundred, I met exactly three people who spoke English. And in my travels to other small towns in San Luis Potosi and Queretaro, there were few English speakers.

In 2019 I came to Aguascalientes with the idea of spending three weeks checking out museums and art galleries. It’s now 2024 and it’s now become “home” to me. My neighborhood is Las Flores and I’m the sole gringa. Other than my landlord who speaks English, I am completely immersed in Spanish. I do most of my shopping at the corner tienda. I frequent several mom and pop shops in my neighborhood. Walmart and HEB are distant memories although I occasionally venture into the northern part of the city (gringoland) to buy cheddar cheese at Costco. The other night I was on the phone with a friend in Canada at around 8 pm and I remarked to her that it was the first time I’d spoken English all day.

I go online every day and spend time with Duolingo. I also encourage my students to use this program when they are learning English. I also know people learning other languages on Duolingo.

Music is another good option, although I must admit I’m still struggling with Vamos A La Playa. Parts of that song are very fast with a zillion words. I’ve also gone to concerts and other theater performances in Spanish. And yes I even text in Spanish.

I watch TV in Spanish without subtitles. My goal is to watch at least two movies a week. Today I watched The Great Gatsby. Last week I watched The Butler and Forrest Gump. Kids’ TV shows are also a great resource. Others have recommended soap operas. I was never really into those in English so I’ve never gotten into those in Spanish either.

But what has really worked best for me is living in a Mexican neighborhood where I must use my Spanish daily. It’s great to learn online but it’s even better to be able to practice what you learn. While my grammar still needs work, I now have a much better understanding of the challenges that my students face when learning English. But I am nothing if not persistent in my attempt to improve my Spanish.

Jumping Into January

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Jumping Into January

On the playlist while I’m writing today are Simon and Garfunkel, Wednesday Morning 3 AM. Amazing what you can find on Spotify and You Tube. Also contemplating some Boston and Rick Neufeld. I’ll have to see how the mood goes.

Alaska Airlines, I’ve told you before that you’re my favorite airline. I also go out of my way to fly with you. But I am not impressed with what I heard about that flight out of Portland the other day. In fact, I don’t know that I may ever want a window seat again. Getting sucked out into space through a blown out window does not appeal. You have until April 2nd to do some maintenance on those 737 Max 9 aircraft.

Okay. That’s my rant for today.

It’s finally starting to warm up here. We’ve hit 70 a couple of times and we’re now supposed to be in the low 70s for the rest of the month. While it’s still below normal, it’s definitely better than the overnight lows of 34 degrees.

On Sundays I tune in to the livestream from Sage Hills Church in Wenatchee. Today there was an awesome guest pastor. I really miss going in person to that church and that is one thing I’m looking forward to when I get back in the spring.

In my last post I alluded to a mission I need to accomplish and friends have been asking me about that. Sorry but it isn’t time to give any more details just yet. I’m just starting to touch base with people who may be in a position to help me make that happen. The only clue you get right now is that it involves a trip to Canada.

King’s Day was yesterday and that’s the final event in the celebration of Christmas here in Mexico. And the kids actually are all back in the classrooms on Monday.

Speaking of classrooms, I was devastated to hear about the latest school shooting in Perry, Iowa. The most traumatic thing that ever happened when I was back in middle school was if we had a fire drill in the middle of winter when it was 40 below outside. I actually think I like those days better. I’ll take frostbite over a gunshot wound any day.

The war rages on in Gaza. Please keep praying for peace.