Mary's Mixed Bag - Windows

Windows

Greetings again, all Toads and Friends of Toads.  Here I am again with another "Mary's Mixed Bag."  You never know what you will find in a mixed bag, do you?  Today the subject I'd like you to think about is WINDOWS!

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Windows can either be literal or figurative.   Literal windows can be opened or closed. We can choose to look out or to hide behind curtains that cover the window.

Windows can let in  or inhibit us from experiencing nature.  Do we want our windows to enclose ourselves inside or to let the light in.  How large are the windows in your life?  Are they opened to let in fresh air and outside sounds, or do they keep fresh air and sounds out?

We can look out of windows in cars, busses, trains, or planes and see a whole different world pass by. What do you see as you  look outside your car/ bus / plane window?

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Thinking of windows figuratively:  It has been said the eyes are the windows to the soul.  Think about that.  Does a poem come to mind? How about the window of opportunity? 

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Have you ever broken a window?

What is the most beautiful window you have ever seen?

If you were to craft a stained-glass window, what would you show?

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If you were going to be a window peeper, whose window would you like to peep into?

I am looking for any NEW poem that contains a window.  Be sure to include a link back to Real Toads and also to visit as many other poems as you can in the spirit of friendship.

Mary's Mixed Bag - Connection

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(Earth Seen from Apollo 17)

Greetings Toads and Friends,

Here I am with Mary's Mixed Bag again! 

The holiday season is upon us, and many of us are probably planning to connect with people as we plan our celebrations.

Life really is a lot about connections, I think.  We connect with our families during the holidays.  We connect with our friends.  We all connect with one another here at Real Toads and at other sites in the Poetry Blogosphere.  Connection is important to each of us.

As I was thinking about my  prompt for today, I thought about how much I appreciate the connections with you all here, how what we all share with one another is something special that people who aren't involved in the blogosphere would have no idea about.  Despite geographical differences, age differences, cultural differences, etc., we are indeed a connected community.  If only the governments of the world could learn from us how to get along!

I was also thinking about the connections between past, present, and future.  As I look back on my life, I feel that in many ways I am the same person now that I was when I was a child.  And there are people who were in my life at one time who have either passed away or left my life for one reason or another that I still feel connected with and feel their influence in my life.

I was also thinking about the amazing ways that we can stay connected with one another in today's world.  We see news as it happens.  We can email someone in another country, and they receive the message immediately.  We can Skype and tweet and do Facebook.  So much different than in the past when people like me wrote letters to pen friends in other countries and didn't hear back from them for a couple weeks.  I just saw the Lincoln movie, where connections between the President and the front lines of the Civil War were by telegraph, which seems so primitive now.

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Early Telegraph Receiver
 

Today I would like you to think about connections.  If that word is enough for you, go for it....and write what comes to mind.

Or if you need more inspiration...write a poem about connections in the blogosphere and perhaps what the blogosphere means to you.

Or...write about an important connection in your life -- past, present, or future.

Or...about instant connection as we experience it today.

Or..about the connection between past, present, and future....yours or something more general.

Or...about the connection between two seemingly unrelated objects:  Let's say icicles and waterfalls; happiness and the planet Mars; nightmares and red wine;  a sleeping child and a blackbird, etc.

How is connection important to you?

Write a new poem to the prompt. Include in your poem a link back to the Imaginary Garden, please.  Link it below using Mr. Linky.

I am looking forward to seeing what you write and connecting with you through this prompt! PLEASE don't just 'link and run.'  If you link your poem, visit others as well. It's part of the fun!

Interview With Peggy Goetz

Peggy and husband in Guatemala
ready for zip-lining

Greetings, Everyone.

 Mary  here...interviewing one of my good friends and fellow Toad, Peggy Goetz, who blogs at On a Day Like Today..  Peggy lives in Irvine, California, which is south of Los Angeles.  She worked for the community paper there until she retired in 2006.  Her husband Steve was on the staff of a community college  for many years.  They have two adult children who live in central and northern California.  I have known Peggy for more than fifteen years, in fact from the time she wrote her very first poem.  For many years we were members of the same online writing group.  We met weekly online and got together in real life a number of times.

 Peggy is not only a talented poet, but is also a talented photographer AND painter.  I have a painting of hers in my home.  I am setting this interview in Big Bear, California; as our writing group really did meet there one time.  I have fond memories of that time and of Big Bear. Before the interview begins, I also want to mention that Peggy spent some time in South Africa, Kerry's home.  I think she is the only Toad to have visited that country.  If you visit Peggy’s blog, you can see a link to the poetry book she wrote about her experiences there. With no further adieu, let me share my interview of Peggy..................

Mary: Hi Peggy, thank you so much for accepting my invitation to interview you here in your beautiful Big Bear retreat. I think the beautiful setting is really conducive to some deep thought sharing. Oh, and thank you for putting the coffee on! I'd like to start my interview at your life's beginning, if that's all right with you. I l always like to find out a little bit about people's roots. Could you tell me a little about the family you were born into?

Peggy: I was a much-wanted child when I was born, arriving after my parents had been married seven years. My dad was a professor at University of California, Berkeley, and established his small scientific field of study there, insect pathology. My mother worked at research and medical labs and also helped Dad with a lot of his work. But was mostly a stay-at-home mom after I was born.



Peggy (in red) and her sister's  husband and sister
about to take off on a hike.

Mary: When I was growing up, Berkeley seemed so far away, so liberal, so filled with hippies and people experimenting with things I had barely heard of and had never seen.  Do you have any other memories of those very early years?

Peggy:  I was a very shy child, more comfortable with adults than with kids my own age.

Mary: Interesting, Peggy. I have known people like that. I think some children are just born very mature.

Peggy: We had moved from Berkeley to a semi-rural area (Walnut Creek) outside the city when I was 3. My parents were very excited to own an acre of land and a fixer-up house that they worked on endlessly. I learned a lot about plants, trees, building things while I was growing up helping my parents on their projects. Knowing how to do these things was important to my parents, though both were at the same time very academic and valued intelligence above all else. We did all our own work with the many fruit and nut trees, pruning and harvesting etc.

Son Bryan with his wife Pari

Mary: What wonderful growing up years you had, Peggy, and it sounds as if you learned a lot from them, the academic as well as practical life skills.

Peggy: My dad was seriously devoted to his work, but he had a great sense of humor and told the best nightly stories full of characters he made up to entertain us. My mother became the person who could do anything at home because dad was so busy at work. She was one who liked to connect to other people and had a hard time understanding my not being one who needed to connect. She was avidly interested in ancient history and pursued this and other interests at the local library.

Mary: How neat that your dad told nightly stories. I wonder if you inherited your wonderful imagination from him. It sounds like your mother was a very good role model too.

Peggy: My parents were not very social people as a couple though they had a number of friends from their university life. I never had any idea of my parents as social people until we moved to Southern California when I was 16 and we were suddenly part of a close-knit core faculty of the new university campus.

Daughter Anna

Mary: Peggy, that must have been a special time for you, to see your parents in a different light and with different social opportunities Now, if you don't mind, let's go back in time again to our elementary school years. What kind of child were you in those days? Any memories to share?

Peggy: As an elementary school youngster I was shy and somewhat afraid of the other kids. This may have been due to being one of the youngest kids in my grade. Everyone else seemed bigger and wiser than me. I seemed to have a chronic feeling of being an outsider and of having to make my own way socially with the other kids--I thought I would be so nice to have an older sibling or parents who where social to give me an entry into the community.

But I was not an outcast and related OK to other kids. I usually had just one or two close friends at a time. We were not in the "in" group nor were we in a rejected group either. Because the kids were very spread out in the area where we lived I had to make some effort to get together with other kids to play after school. I spent a fair amount of time entertaining myself, playing games filled with imaginary characters.

Grandson Peter (nearly 8)
taken when they were camping last summer

Mary: Ah, me too, Peggy. I could generally amuse myself quite well. What were your favorite subjects in school?

Peggy: I liked school in general and had no favorite subjects except art. I was good at art. I was also good at reading and liked to read when new kids' novels came along--which was not all that often. School subjects were not difficult for me, nor were they so easy as to bore me.

Mary: Anything else you'd like to share about your early school years?

Peggy: I had a basic don't rock the boat way of dealing with most of the kids at school. I did not like being the center of attention and most of all just wanted to blend in and be "normal." I wanted to be one of the group. This became especially intense for me after I was diagnosed with Type I diabetes in fifth grade. I really hated having any attention drawn to this and did my best to keep its presence invisible to others. It took me a long time to get over this need to have others not know about my diabetes--I just wanted to be on a level playing field with everyone else and I thought diabetes would make me somehow less than others. I became good at living my life without letting it show.

Mary: I can imagine that being diagnosed with diabetes was hard for you, as no one child wants to be different. Still today, Peggy, you are good at living life without letting it show much. When I am with you, it would be pretty easy to forget you have it. Is there anything else about your childhood that you would like to share?

Peggy: One of the things that was perhaps unusual in my childhood was the traveling I did with my parents. When I was about 7 we spent three or four months driving around Europe and I came back to second grade a little late. We also traveled half a year when I was about 13 and spent some time in Japan briefly attending a US military school there. We continued through Southeast Asia, India, the Middle East and Europe, ending up staying a month or so in the Washington DC area. I returned about the middle of my 8th grade year. These experiences enriched me a lot and I remember a surprising amount from both the trips. However, the break from the other kids at school made it difficult for me to feel like I fit in when I got back.

Mary: Yes, it would be hard to get back into school, I think, after having had all those experiences; especially since few others of your age probably could identify or understand. You had such vast experiences compared to most of the children your age. What about high school for you, Peggy?

Peggy: High school was socially an agonized period of my life because I felt so totally awkward about dealing with boys. I had girl friends, usually one or two close friends at a time. But I was endlessly awkward even with girl friends. it is not a period I like to think back on even. We moved from Northern to Southern California between my sophomore and junior years in high school and I was happy to have a chance to start over and perhaps not be so awkward.

Their wonderful dog, Belle,

who they adopted last March

My happiest year was probably my senior year when I had two close friends, who I still see about once a year. I was finally developing some degree of social confidence. I was able to branch out and try new things like body surfing at the beach. My friends and I did have lots of fun times together but we all remained serious students.

Mary: Did you have some favorite subjects in high school, or subjects you excelled in?

Peggy: I was not especially good at any particular thing in high school though I generally did well in all the academic things and was in the advanced program of English and social studies when we moved to Southern California. I liked this because it seemed to me that these kids all valued doing well in school. High school was when I discovered I liked math--geometry and conceptual math seemed magical. Math played a big part in my university and early work life I must have been able to write well as the school entered me in a writing contest. Funny no one ever told me I was good at writing though. I did win second place in the area wide competition.

Mary: That is wonderful, Peggy. It was a sign!!!  Did you have any career goals when you were in high school, Peggy?

Peggy: I had no idea what I wanted to do as a career. Going to college was something that was expected in our family and I really did not look much beyond that.

Mary: What about your university years?

Peggy:  I was a freshman to opening year of the new University of California campus at Irvine, where my father was a dean. My years at the university were key years for me and probably most influential in determining the person I am. It was a time to start over again socially (a kind of theme in my life I guess), to practice not being shy, to step up and be a part of organizing this new school, to reach out and meet new people. I actually set out to do this and in many ways accomplished it.  Everyone was excited to be part of something new. I still had no idea what I wanted to do as a career. I loved being a student and could have seen myself going on as a student for years and years.

Mary: I hear you on this, Peggy. Truly I do. Were you one of those 'wild' California girls we Wisconsinites always heard about?

Peggy: Hey, we thought Wisconsin (Madison) a pretty wild place too.  Although I tried a few wild things here and there in those university years I never went far astray. I was involved with my future husband Steve from my sophomore year on. He was a resident assistant at the dorms and one who preferred to follow the rules, even though the rules in those years had gotten pretty loose. We had many friends and I felt more connected to other people and the community of students than I ever had before or since. It was a time of my life I like to look back on.

Mary: What were your majors?  What did you get your degrees in?

Peggy: In my typical effort to avoid decision-making I kept my major as undecided as long as I could--two years I think. But I had decided on social science as a general area since you had to take those required core courses (and start your three years of soc sci math) the first year. I finally settled on psychology.  My master's degree is in social ecology, a kind of applied social science. My thesis was on genetic counseling that involved a long interview with about 40 mothers of preschoolers on how they would respond to a variety of results of genetic testing as well as measurements of some of their other attitudes. Then there was a lot of statistical work  on how the results related to various attitudes about other things.

Mary: Lets move on to your work life.  Tell me about it.

Peggy: I worked at a few research jobs at the university when my kids were young and taught classes for a counseling group for a while. But I eventually found the career I loved writing for a newspaper. I did that for about 16 years and retired in 2006. I wrote nearly every kind of story for our community newspaper but mostly feature stories.

Mary: Thinking of your work at the newspaper and also your well known father's work, you must have met some famous people. Have you?

Peggy: Depends what you mean by "met." I have shaken many a famous hand over the years. A couple of my parents' friends won Nobel Prizes (like the man who discovered the ozone hole over Antarctica and started that whole thing). Many of their friends were well-known in their fields. All these people seemed very much like just friends of my parents or people I knew and it was not until much later in my life that I realized they were probably some "famous people" among them.
I know many locally well-known people and have met people from all over the world who had been famous in their own ways. But what I have learned from it is that we are all just basically people with our strengths and weaknesses, hopes and fears.

I interviewed a number of well-known authors--Elizabeth George, James Patterson, Leon Uris, Herman Wok and some others. Peter Yarrow of Peter, Paul and Mary-- I interviewed in the early 2000s as he had started a program on respect and visited a local school.

I had kind of hand-shaking experiences with Colin Powell, both presidents Bush, Ronald Reagan, Arnold Swartzenager, Jerry Brown, Bill Clinton, Al Gore, Benjamin Netenyahu, Shimon Peres, basketball player Shaquille O'Neal. But I am sure not a one would remember me!

Mary: Here's a question of a different kind . I'm  wondering what chronological age do you identify with.

Peggy: Probably my 50s. I liked my 50s decade and my life during that time. I was working at the paper, was busy and felt connected to my community. I guess I liked the person I grew to be after I started working for the paper. Also I really liked being paid to do writing .

Mary: What makes you most happy in life, Peggy?

Peggy: Many things make me happy. I am basically a content person and my usual approach to life has long been to look for the best in things and ignore what I cannot change. I am often perfectly happy sitting on my own with my computer . I am happy gardening and even just looking at my flowers and koi pond or going for a hike on a beautiful day. Being with family makes me happy--and that includes my extended family, Steve and my kids, our son's wife and our daughter's son.I also have a brother who is 2 years younger and a sister who is 8 years younger.  I am also very happy when I am with friends. Oh and my pets have always made me happy--cats before Steve became ultra allergic to them and dogs. Writing makes me happy and being creative in other ways like oil painting and knitting and taking photos. I enjoy travel once we are on the trip. I am particularly happy when I feel I have made someone else happy.

Daughter Anna, Peggy, Bryan, husband Steve
at Bryan's wedding last year

Mary:   You have traveled so much, both with your parents and with Steve. I know your last major trip was Antarctica. I am wondering where would YOU like to travel to next?

Peggy:  I would like to go to almost any place I have not been. Some other places in South America and Central America appeal to me most right now—Peru, Costa Rica, the Galapagos Islands.

Mary: I have no doubt you will eventually get to see these places, Peggy. Only a few more questions, Peggy. What do YOU see as your greatest gift?

Peggy: The gift of being able to understand how people and things work. Being able to analyze things and express what I see clearly.

Mary: You definitely are good at that, Peggy. Your mind is amazing. Do you have any heroes (individuals or groups) in today's world?

Peggy: I am somewhat of a cynic and I cannot think of anyone or any group I see as heroes. We are all human and each of us has strengths and weaknesses. There is a lot of chance in life and how we respond to life's challenges.

Mary: Yes, for sure there is so much chance to life. You have gotten somewhat involved in the blogosphere. I am wondering what you think about the blogosphere and also what your goals are in regard to your own writing.

Peggy: I love the blogosphere. Discovering the world of blog poetry has given me a whole new dimension and right now developing my blog and even perhaps putting together some sub-blogs are my main writing goals. To me, this is the future of publishing. It is where all my writing efforts are focused at the moment.

Mary:  Yes, Peggy, it  definitely has a way of expanding one's writing horizons   How about causes? Do you have any that are dear to your heart?

Peggy: Peace and justice in the world. Currently I am on the board of Women For:Orange County that works for peace, justice, education and healthcare for all, the environment.

Mary:  Peggy, what are your beliefs about life after death?

Peggy: My only belief is that it is undoubtedly something so out of our experience that we cannot possibly imagine it, that creation is so much wider than we can experience and imagine that we cannot even guess. My best hope is that each person could create his or her own life after death experience by what they want to happen.

Mary: Sounds like you have put some thought into this, Peggy. It would be nice if each person could create the life after death experience they wanted for sure. I guess we'll see; and I hope you are right.

Mary: At the end of your life, how would you like to be remembered?

Peggy: I hope people will remember me as being caring. I would also like them to think of me as being a talented writer always willing to try something new, excited about possibilities

Mary: I am sure they will, Peggy! Thank you so much for this wonderful interview.   For me it has been a pleasure. Now perhaps we should just spend some time looking out the window here at Big Bear as we drink another cup of coffee!

This was the setting of the interview!

Mary's Mixed Bag -- Fences

 

 

Mary's Mixed Bag --  Fences

 

I was thinking about fences this week.  I walk my dogs in a few different areas and took particular note of fences.  I also wondered if the grass is always greener on the other side of the fence.  What do you think?

Robert Frost said, "Don't ever take a fence down until you know why it was put up."  Hmm, do you identify with that at all?  Do some of you have fences around your property?  Are they built to keep people or animals out or to keep people or animals in.

Then there is the Chinese proverb, which says "Everyone pushes a falling fence."  I can see that.  Sadly enough, I can!

Carl Sandburg said, "Love your neighbor as yourself, but don't take down the fence." I think that means something similar to Robert Frost's "Good fences make good neighbors," don't you?

Seal has said, "  I don't think we can sit on the fence anymore. We have to make up our minds. And if one wants to choose the path of darkness, then so be it, but be conscious of what it is you're doing. "

Okay, let's get to the point here.  I wonder if some of you have fences somewhere close to you.  If so it could be interesting if you took a photo of the  fence and shared it with us, whether or not it has a lot to do with the subject of your poem.  My fences (I took all the photos) are pretty average fences from my walk.  Yours can be too.

Use a 'fence' in your poem somehow.  Who does it hold in or keep out?  What is behind the fence?  Is something being hidden?  Who built it?  Why?   How do you feel about 'fence sitters'?  Are you fence sitter yourself?  Do you try to mend your fences? Are you successful?  Has someone tried to fence you in?  How do you feel about animals behind fences in a zoo?

I hope by now you have an idea on what to write  Looking forward to seeing what you come up with.  Post your link with Mr. Linky below.  Leave a comment too.  And please visit poems of others who have linked. And, most of all, enjoy.

Mary

Mary's Mixed Bag: Friday the Thirteenth

Friday the Thirteenth

Hi Toads and Friends,

Welcome to Mary's Mixed Bag!!  Do you suffer from friggatriskaidekaphobia?   In case this word is unfamiliar to you, it means 'fear of Friday the 13th."  According to a web article on the History Channel fear of Friday the 13th affects between 17 and 21 million Americans.  If you are interested in the history of the day, you might wish to click the link above or read the information in this Time Magazine online article.

I am so excited to be the one to present the Friday the 13th Challenge.  Rather than only one idea, I came up with four ideas for you to choose from.    Hopefully one or more will intrigue you.  Here goes:

(1)  Write a rondeau poem.  A rondeau poem has 13 lines plus two lines of refrain.

Perhaps the best-known rondeau is the following World War I poem, In Flanders Fields, by John McCrae:

In Flanders Fields

In Flanders fields the poppies blow   (A)
Between the crosses, row on row,      (A)
That mark our place, and in the sky,   (B)
The larks, still bravely singing, fly,     (B)

Scarce heard amid the guns below.      (A)
We are the dead; short days ago           (A)
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,  (A)
Loved and were loved, and now we lie  (B)
In Flanders fields.                                   (C)

Take up our quarrel with the foe!            (A)
To you from failing hands we throw       (A)
The torch; be yours to hold it high!         (B)
If ye break faith with us who die             (B)
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow  (A)
In Flanders fields                                       (C)

Notice that the (C) lines are the refrain, and the refrain is the first half of the first line!

Explained differently ( Fisher Circle Poetry Handbook):  A Rondeau has 13 lines plus a four syllable refrain—the first half of the first line—used twice, arranged in three unequal stanzas; usually two main rhymes, plus third rhyme in refrain; iambic lines with four stresses.
    a a b b a
    a a b c
    a a b b a c
(2) Think back to the time when you were thirteen years old (or thereabouts); and write a poem about that time in your life; or write about what you experience(d) when  your own son or daughter was 13 years old.

(3) Write something related to fears or anxieties about Friday the 13th or any other popular superstition(s).  Here are a few popular superstitions.  You can find more by doing a Google search.

            a.  A bird in the house is a sign of death.
            b.  A swarm of bees settling on a roof is an omen that the house will burn down.

            c.  If you say good-bye to a friend on a bridge, you will never see each other again.
            d.  A bed changed on Friday will bring bad dreams.

(4) Here is a simple prompt if nothing else resonates. Write a poem with the title "Friday the 13th."

I do hope that one of the suggestions above will motivate you to write a Friday the 13th poem!  Please link it below, leave a comment, and visit the work of other people who link.  Enjoy.

Mary