November 25, 2008

Mame


Baytown Little Theater
presents

Mame


Book by
Jerome Lawrence and Robert E. Lee

Music and Lyrics by
Jerry Herman

Directed by
Kim Martin

Produced by special arrangement with
Tams-Witmark Music Library, Inc.,
New York, NY

Performances
December 5, 6, 12, 13 at 8 pm
December 7 & 14 Sunday Matinee at 2:30 pm





November 17, 2008

Fond Thanksgiving Memories

(This picture of my family was taken December, 1977. Jason was 10 months old. Pictured at the back left is Cynthia, my brother's wife who passed away 6 short years ago, her husband & my oldest brother, Johnny, beside him is our brother, Richard, and my husband Kim. Seated left is Mama [Louise Ritchey] gone now for 15 years , I am holding Jason, and my daddy [Elton "Jiggs" Ritchey] gone for 10 years.)

This morning I am reminded of Autumn days many years ago. As Thanksgiving approaches I remember how my mother began days even weeks ahead picking up ingredients on grocery store runs to prepare her scrumptious recipes for our "feast". The day and night before Thanksgiving, she would bake pies, cakes, and prepare cornbread for the cornbread dressing to go with the turkey. My mom was a wonderful cook.

On Thanksgiving morning I'd wake up, go to the kitchen where my mom would have been up for hours cooking. My dad would usually be seated at the kitchen table with his breakfast and coffee listening to the radio or Macy's Thanksgiving Parade would be on TV. If it was cold weather, the small space heater in the corner of the little dining room would be warming the room like toast. Even though mom had been cooking for hours already, she'd ask if I wanted a scrambled egg or oatmeal for breakfast. It may just be my fading memory, but I don't think my parents ever woke up grumpy or at least they didn't show it. Also, I rarely ever heard them argue and really can't recall if I ever did. Mom and Dad were both affectionate and often were seen smooching in the kitchen. We rarely ever saw each other or said good bye without a kiss. I miss that family affection and public display of love.

In those days Thanksgiving was either at our house or my aunt's house. Mostly it was at my parent's house. Either way, my aunts and my mom could cook a feast fit for a king on those Thanksgiving days. The warmth of the oven was equaled only by the warmth of family love as we exchanged stories, jokes and laughter. I felt a genuine happiness and contentment being with my loved ones. We were family and I for one never thought of speaking mean to them. (That's not to say I never said a sarcastic comment to my brother. Sorry, Bro.) These were my relatives and I loved them deeply. I would not come to realize just how deeply I loved them until some of them were gone and our Thanksgiving feasts together were a thing of the past.

As the temperature has turned cooler lately and Thanksgiving approaches I close my eyes and picture those past holidays with my family. Even though my parents have been gone all these years, the love I feel for them remains immense. It's still so hard to believe they have left this earth and tears will often fill my eyes as I miss them so much. I won't get to be with them at Thanksgiving ever again. My family is in my memories which are only filled with love and warm feelings of happy holidays, warm hugs and a very loving family.

(The photo here was made Thanksgiving, 1977 and pictures four generations. Jason at 9 months, Mama Bond, my grandmother [Mama's mother], Mama [Louise] my mom and standing behind her, a much younger version of me.)

November 6, 2008

One Year Ago

One year ago, I was into my first retirement year with no schedules or daily agenda to move me too early out of the house. I was, however, involved with a play at the theater. That served to keep me busy during the day as I searched for props and costumes. Now one year later, I am once again involved with a play at the theater doing the same things, searching for props and costumes. However, this year I add to that task, a couple of part time jobs that keep me busy enough to make my day seem like full time work.

I supervisor a nice group of young women as they student teach in area elementary schools. Enrolled in a nearby university, the intern course not only requires their presence at the elementary school one day a week, but they also have to write papers and complete assignments. All of which I have to grade and along with evaluating their teaching abilities assign their semester grade for the course. Its my task to read and score all of their assignments and return them to the students in a timely manner. Even though reading college students' papers are more interesting than reading third grade students' papers, I still get sleepy while reading.

Also, new from last year is a small tutoring group I've recently began to teach at the same school from which I retired. I marvel as I work with these students who are the same ages of the children I had in my classes as a full time teacher. These sweet children seem so young and much smaller than I remembered. Its funny what being away for a year will do to our memories. I forget how much older those 8-9 year old children appeared and how I expected them to be so much better behaved. When really, they were children being little children, and some with dysfunctional families, children forced to be adults at home. Perhaps I expected too much from them. This small group of students who are in need of assistance to be able to pass the state mandated test in April, are really just little kids. I'm enjoying them since it's a little like grand parenting. I get to enjoy our short time together and when we are finished, I release them back to their teachers and I get to go back home.

I guess the point of this blog entry is simple a reflection on where I was a year ago and where I am today. A year ago my day started out in my gown, coffee in hand, seated on the couch with my laptop. I may or may not go anywhere depending on what other little chores I had to complete, which were few. Today not only do I have errands for the play we are working on, I have the part time jobs to keep me busy. Its a good thing too because I needed a reason to get up every day, to shower, fix my face and hair and be productive. However, I find that at times I'm a little more productive than I'd like to be.

The downside to my retirement is less income. Not that I want to buy a lot of stuff, I just don't want to be wondering how the bills are going to get paid every month. Bills left over from years past are still around and I labor over the thought that retirement was premature on my part. So I ask myself as I look around the schools I am visiting, "Do I want a classroom again? Do I want to make out lesson plans, discipline the disturbed children, work with administration again?" Then I recall headaches, stomach upset and over whelming feelings of too much to do and I have to answer with a resounding, "NO". I do not want a classroom of my own.

Doing work with the interns and students I tutor keeps me active. The real fulfilling aspect of supervising interns and tutoring children is that I feel more respect than I ever had as a classroom teacher. People listen to me as a university supervisor and they seem to think I know what I'm talking about. They trust that I am doing my job. No one is looking over my shoulder making sure I have all the TEKS in my lesson plans or recording my students' scores properly. My university administration I'm sure has its problems, but I feel like they respect who I am, my degree of education and experience enough to let me do my job without sending the message that they do not trust me. I am able to have time to volunteer with the theater and still have time to earn money to supplement my retirement check. Maybe I'll find another job one day that pays more, but one thing is for sure, it won't be a full time position in a public school classroom.
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