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Darcy was a guest on Matt Jackson’s Podcast BE BOLD/ BE HEARD https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KZogUanjoMs&t=384s
Her words, her story, her journey is worth a listen..
10 May 2021
MAY THERE BE NO EXCUSES!
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It Couldn’t Be Done (THAT IS NOT TRUE!)
Edgar Guest – 1881-1959
My father used to recite this poem to us – he believed the words of Edgar Guest, and so do I. Just look at the accomplishments of Barbara Rose Brooker, she is a published author, as well as a magnificent painter, and at 84 she hopes to be a movie star someday. She rejoices each year as she adds another candle to her cake, proving that IT CAN BE DONE!
Somebody said that it couldn’t be done,
But he with a chuckle replied
That “maybe it couldn’t,” but he would be one
Who wouldn’t say so till he’d tried.
So he buckled right in with the trace of a grin
On his face. If he worried he hid it.
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
That couldn’t be done, and he did it.
Somebody scoffed: “Oh, you’ll never do that;
At least no one ever has done it”;
But he took off his coat and he took off his hat,
And the first thing we knew he’d begun it.
With a lift of his chin and a bit of a grin,
Without any doubting or quiddit,
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
That couldn’t be done, and he did it.
There are thousands to tell you it cannot be done,
There are thousands to prophesy failure;
There are thousands to point out to you one by one,
The dangers that wait to assail you.
But just buckle in with a bit of a grin,
Just take off your coat and go to it;
Just start in to sing as you tackle the thing
That “cannot be done,” and you’ll do it.
We are proud to say that our congresswoman, Elise Stefanik, as well as our senators, Chuck Schumer and Kirstin Gillibrand, were all advocates for the arts bailout. However, Senator Schumer deserves an extra thank you. At the last minute, he removed a significant barrier in the bill so that qualifying venues can have a much better chance of securing meaningful assistance.
This money will preserve the diverse ecosystem of performing arts venues, and will therefore have a lasting impact on the music we will hear for many years to come.
I am pleased to introduce you to my guest on Lessons Learned this Friday, February 12, 2021, when my friend Lawrence S. Katz talks BASEBALL
Lawrence S. Katz has written numerous articles about baseball for publications including Sports Collectors Digest, The Baseball Research Journal, and Primo Magazine. He contributed a chapter entitled “When Immortals Returned to the Minors” for The Perfect Game, an anthology published by the Taylor Publishing Company in 1993 and by Barnes & Noble in 1995.
This work is a revised edition of his book Baseball in 1939: The Watershed Season of the National Pastime, published by McFarland and Company in 1995 and 2012. The book, and his abstract titled “Baseball & Cultural Change in the Late 1930s,” are included in the Baseball Hall of Fame Library collection.
Katz has spoken on a variety of baseball subjects, including Depression Era baseball at the Baseball in Literature and Culture Symposium at Indiana State University, the recent return of minor league baseball to the Detroit area, and the All-American Girls Professional Baseball League – featured in the movie A League of their Own – at a dinner honoring former player Rose Gacioch.
He realized his dream of appearing on a major league pitching mound before a packed house when he sang the National Anthem with a choral group at Tiger Stadium in Detroit in 1988.
He has been a member of The Society for American Baseball Research since 1983.
Katz received his J.D. from Wayne State University Law School in 1972. He lives in Michigan with his wife, author Karen Tintori Katz.
I woke and share a quick breakfast with my husband who had to attend a 3-day conference in Pittsburgh (for work)
The day and the date to celebrate our 1st of two wedding anniversaries on that day was postponed for another time
A 20th anniversary is a milestone but not for us at least on February 3rd.
He traveled to Pittsburgh and I went to work
The day felt as normal as a day could be – in the back of my mind I knew my father was experiencing his last days with us – but each night he would have my mom or his hospice nurse call to say, he would be around yet another day – no goodbyes!
Early in the evening after working and playing single mom, I spoke with mom and dad’s hospice nurse held the phone near my dad’s ear, and helped him talk to me (this would be the last time.)
Before they hung up his nurse (I have since forgotten her name), his guiding angel prepared me that his end was near.
My father had come close to the end of his journey numerous times in my life and bounced back – would this be the same scenario?
I don’t remember the exact time but sometime around 11 or midnight, I got the call …
My mother calmly told me that dad had passed and as I became emotional she told me there was no need, dad was now at peace…
My stoic mom stood tall (even at 4 Ft- 9 Inches high), she organized the events of the next few days getting all of her chickens (three of us) to Detroit and we came from East, West, and South!
After my mother’s phone call I remember looking at the clock and noting my POPs died on my 20th Wedding Anniversary
If he (or GOD) chose this day it could not be more perfect – because I know my father loved me with his whole heart
I was not a perfect daughter but I was his and along with my two brothers and my mom, his D’Vasha, he was the happiest richest man in the world.
I speak of him regularly and I speak to him through my heart –
A little aside – on February 4, 2004, all his children were gathered together sleeping in his apartment palace.
Although not enough beds and private rooms for us we took up spaces on air mattresses, chairs, and found some personal real estate to lay down to sleep. When all the lights turned off my brother Joel yelled out good-night John Boy, and we all responded, calling out each other names giggling through it all.
On the first night of Shiva, just as we were gathered for evening prayers, the lights went out for a second or two and then flickered back on. A calm, as well as a giddiness, swept over all who stood in my mother’s small livingroom – we knew Jay Harmon Moss was shedding his light down on us.
Today – it is 17 years without him on earth and what I would give to have another bear hug and a sloppy kiss from my father – I will soak in all the wonderful memories and know someday I will see him again!
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While traveling with my husband today we listened to the I inauguration on MSNBC. Prior to leaving the house, I was honored to watch 45 take-off to his secluded paradise and hope to remain as far away from government politics forever. I tried to give him a fair chance four years ago, but he blew it immediately fabricating his own account on his inauguration claiming 1.5 million showed up to witness his special day when the fact-finders provide evidence of 250,000 on or around the Mall area. The side-by-side comparison photos from the 2009 Obama inauguration show Trump had significantly less people in attendance than his predecessor. I will give Trump kudos that he had followers for the four years he was in office, however many of his followers switched camps due to his blatant lies among other things.
Today, at about noon EST I started feeling a sense of relief. I now knew we were in the hands of Joseph R. Bident, the 46th President of the United States, and Vice President Kamala Harris. I pray that they will be guided by honest and kind human beings as they themselves are. They have both worked through the trenches to get to where they are today. It will not be an easy job to erase the distrust and hate that seeped into our water supplies, but we can do it. For those who are Trumpsters, and believe the election was stolen, and that an “old” man won the election, let me say this… I feel your pain. It is not fun to lose something that you have convinced yourself is meaningful and needed in your life. You have the right to feel unhappy as I did four years ago, and you have the right to disagree with me and the majority that legally and fairly voted in the new administration. But you and I must be adults about the outcome and the future and work together to find the common ground we both want.
Losing is never as much fun as winning but if we stand united, we will all win. There are compromises to make and we must collaborate using our strengths to come together. We must put down the weapons, including the evil language many of us have adopted in the last four years. The nursery rhyme “Sticks and Stones will break your bones, but names will never hurt you…” is a fallacy. Words can be more hurtful and damaging than all the sticks and stones that are thrown at us. Language can leave scars only felt by the heart and often not seen by the naked eye.
I ask each of you to erase the pain of the last four years and make today a positive step forward.
Take a moment and listen to this beautiful song by my friend Jeff Brisbin
https://jeffbrisbin.com/album/1770058/blame-it-on-love I Wish You Enough4:06