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Cooter Brown and itchy palms

Posted on October 16, 2014September 17, 2017 by Dot

A friend posted on Facebook that her cat, who had had surgery, was “drunk as old Cooter Brown.” Now, this isn’t the first time I’ve heard this expression, but I suddenly wondered who Cooter Brown was and how he became the epitome of drunkenness.

Well, according to the Urban Dictionary, during the Civil War, Cooter Brown lived right on the line between North and South, so that he was vulnerable to be drafted by either army. He had friends and family on both sides of the argument and he surely did not want to fight. So he determined to get drunk and stay drunk for the duration of the war, thus being seen as unfit for military service. To honor and remember old Cooter’s efforts, his name became a metaphor (especially in the South) for being inebriated. He is further honored by having pubs and taverns named for him in New Orleans, San Antonio and Jacksonville, AL . . . I hear tell.

I have been thinking about old sayings lately because the palms of my hands (and sometimes the soles of my feet) itch. I Googled a question and there are almost as many urban legends as medical explanations. Legends first. Somewhere in my memory bank was the old saying that if the palm of your right hand itches, you will meet a stranger; if the left hand itches, you will come into some money. There are many opinions on the Internet, most dealing with money rather than strangers. Since both my hands itch, I figure a stranger is going to bring me some money. (Actually I’m thinking I have become allergic to the hand soap, bath soap, dish soap, or laundry soap I use. All name brands I been faithful to for the past ten years.)

Another old saying (that has nothing to do with anything I’ve written so far) is “too wet to plow.” When I Googled that phrase, all the references indicated the saying originated 40 or so years ago from a country/western song “I can’t dance and it’s too wet to plow.” The phrase means, “Might as well do (whatever) because there’s nothing else I can do right now.” This is explained (among other places) on the Texas A&M sponsored page “More Colorful Texas Sayings Than You Can Shake a Stick At.” Google it if you’re interested.

HOWEVER, I know for sure that phrase is way more than 40 years old. I have heard it all my life. My mother used it a lot, meaning something not so good. “Once that happens, it’s too wet to plow,” or “If you do that it’s going to be too wet to plow.” Meaning when a farmer has so much rain they can’t even plow (because they will get stuck), that’s not a good thing. Or it’s a good thing (rain) turned bad (mud).

For instance: He got drunk as old Cooter Brown and lost his lottery ticket. Even though his palms itched, it was too wet to plow.

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Serendipity in the Media Closet

Posted on October 6, 2014September 17, 2017 by Dot

Peak : A novel by Roland SmithAn early duty for me this morning (at the Education Cooperative where I work) was to make 12 copies of a dvd to distribute at a workshop tomorrow. No problem. We have a machine that will very quickly copy three discs at a time.  I inserted the original and three blanks into the machine and pushed the button marked “copy” and waited.  And waited. Finally, I received a “failed” message, which by then was superfluous.

Long story short, eventually I was able to get the machine to copy one disc at a time.  Slowly. The time required to copy each dvd was 2 minutes, 10 seconds. And I needed to copy 12, so you do the math. Never mind, I will. That’s 28 minutes. Not only that, but I must babysit the machine, inserting a clean disc when the used one popped out. Did I mention this little machine is in the media storage room that used to be a bank vault?

I started the process and looked around for something to do. On a shelf above was an assortment of books teachers can check out.  I picked a Young Adult novel, read the first page, and returned it to the bin. I chose another —  Peak, by Roland Smith.

Two paragraphs and I was totally hooked. I love this voice!  I’m telling you readers who are writers: This Is The Way It Is Supposed to Be. By the time I had read for 28 minutes, I had to sign out the book and take it home with me.

I’m not in the habit of reviewing a book I haven’t finished reading, but I must say what promise this book already holds after only 26 pages (I’m not a fast reader). I have learned a lot about Peak (the 14 year old protagonist). His story begins in the middle of an adventure, which he gets in trouble for, and now he is embarking on a completely new lifestyle. I can’t wait to see what happens next.

Roland Smith is a prolific writer of children’s books, picture books to Young Adult. In 2012 I reviewed The Captain’s Dog, the story of Lewis and Clark Expedition from the dog’s POV.  You can find out more about Roland Smith him and his books here.

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September – Where Did It Go?

Posted on September 28, 2014September 17, 2017 by Dot

Will I see you in September?” A musical question posed in 1959 by a barely remembered  group, “The Tempos.”

If you plan to see a particular someone during September, you need to get a move on, because “the days dwindle down to a precious few.”

In Arkansas, the September weather has been pleasantly mild — sometimes more like October. We’ve had a few days of needed rain but mostly crisp mornings and sunny warm afternoons. High School football season has gained momentum. Children practice soccer on every open field in town. Christmas decorations grace the shelves at Wal-Mart and the dollar stores.

During the past month there were opportunities to recognize special days. The first day of Autumn. Grandparents Day. Step-family Day. Bring Your Manners to Work Day. And we can still take part in Ask A Stupid Question Day on Tuesday, September 30.

We can be thankful for the invention of the ATM machine, safety pin, band-aid and ice cream cone, all happening during this month. As well as the birth of Buddy Holly (1936) and the death of Princess Diana (1997).

For us, in our large extended family, this month included a baby shower — a happy occasion to welcome a new family member expected in November. It also brought a wake — a farewell to a young man who left us too soon. Such is life in a big family.

And so, we move on to October. Breast Cancer Awareness Month, Fire Prevention Week, Homemade Cookies Day. Days to honor Christopher Columbus and Little Orphan Annie. Then soon, soon, the Autumn leaves will begin to fall.

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The Roosevelts: An Intimate History

Posted on September 21, 2014September 17, 2017 by Dot

This week, AETN, our local PBS station, outdid themselves by offering “The Roosevelts: An Intimate History.” This movie — or mini-series — chronicled the lives of Theodore Roosevelt, FDR, and Eleanor Roosevelt from TR’s birth in 1858 to Eleanor’s death in 1962.

Watching this series involved a large commitment for me because it showed for two hours each night, Sunday through Saturday.  If you missed it, I’m sorry because it was truly outstanding. But take heart. This is television where everything is rerun eventually. Then I will watch it again.

Directed by documentarian (is that a word?) Ken Burns (The Civil War, 1990), the script was written by Geoffrey C. Ward. The research through historical documents, diaries and private letters was obvious in the way the stories of three members of this famous family intertwined. Burns used archived news reel footage to move the narrative; and when presenting reading from diaries and letters, the voices of Merle Streep, Edward Herrmann, and Paul Giamatti were used adding greatly to the effect.

Franklin Delano Roosevelt was inaugurated President the year I was born. The country was deep in a depression. One quarter of the men in the United States were unemployed.  I don’t mean they couldn’t find a job in their area of expertise or a job that paid what they thought they were worth. I mean there were no jobs for these men. There was nothing for them to do.

FDR told the American people things would get better. His utter confidence was contagious. He gave them hope. Theodore, Franklin, and Eleanor cared about people. They cared that people were poor and hungry and hopeless. This was an amazing aspect of these three Roosevelts: Though they were rich, they had been raised to care about others who did not have their luxuries and opportunities.

This series was interesting to me for several reasons. I was 8 years old when the Japanese attacked Pearl Harbor. While we may have talked about some of this a few years later in high school history classes, so much of it happened during my formative elementary years that (as a child) I didn’t understand. This movie clarified many issues for me.

Though most knew he was not in good health, the country was gripped in grief at FDR’s passing. It was one of those events that inspired “I remember where I was when . . .’

I was 12 years old, in downtown Denison, Texas. I don’t remember why. Probably to go to the library. But none of my siblings or friends were with me. I was crossing the street in front of the Denison Herald when the newspaper boys came running out, special editions tucked under each arm. “EXTRA! EXTRA! ROOSEVELT DIES!”  What news! The only President of the United States I had ever known was dead. And I was alone. I had a nickle in my pocket and bought a paper for my mother. I knew this was something she needed to know … and then we could talk about it.

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Wild Dust

Posted on September 14, 2014September 17, 2017 by Dot

Somewhere in the Wild West a dust storm is brewing. All the men in town have gone to drive their cattle to a safer place, leaving their women-folk holed up in the only brick building in town: the saloon/ brothel.

There is excitement and mystery wrapped up in the stories of the mix of characters in the saloon, four women of the brothel, four ladies from the town, a stranger who staggers in out of the storm and — oh, my — a dead body.

This is the setting of Wild Dust, a delightful play I attended this afternoon at Center on the Square in Searcy, AR.  The director, Sally Paine, is one my favorite people in the whole world, and her assistant in this project, Jon Bucher, can absolutely do magic. So of course I expected to be entertained.

The excellent cast includes Robbie Ballew as the dusty stranger who blows in (sorry) to ride out the storm and change the life of the traumatized young girl, Denise, played by Carolyn Walker. Marion, Sally, and Belle, residents of the ‘social club’ are brilliantly played by Vanessa Ott, Ashley Gaines, and Julie Bridges.

Lauren Lawson is splendid as Hard Cora, the local blacksmith (who has a soft side after all) and Lyndsay Ballew does a sensitive, believable job as the blind Rebecca, moving about the stage with just the right amount of hesitation vs confidence.

Rounding out the cast was Sophie Fuller as Gertie Styles and Rickae Boyd as Gertie’s domineering mother, Louise. They interact deliciously as Gertie moves from a stuttering timid girl to a self-confident young lady and Louise learns that there is often good inside a person despite the outside wrapping.

And last but not least, Carson McGill turned in a very solid, even performance as Martin.  (This role is double cast with Kris Monroe as Martin during some performances.)

Central Arkansas is lucky to have high quality community theater in Searcy.  I would certainly recommend this current production for an afternoon or evening of fine food and good entertainment.

You can find out more about the theater schedules and tickets here.

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Dot Hatfield

Dot Hatfield

Dot Hatfield is a member of the Arkansas Writers Hall of Fame and a Certified Lay Speaker in the United Methodist Church. She is the author of 7 books.

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