The little mice remind me of one of my favourite childhood
comic books, Mary Jane and Sniffles. Sniffles was a mouse, and to become his
size, Mary Jane would say, “Magic words of poof, poof piffles, make me just as
small as Sniffles,” She would shrink to Sniffles’ size and off they’d go on
adventures.
The little mice remind me of one of my favourite childhood
comic books, Mary Jane and Sniffles. Sniffles was a mouse, and to become his
size, Mary Jane would say, “Magic words of poof, poof piffles, make me just as
small as Sniffles,” She would shrink to Sniffles’ size and off they’d go on
adventures. Labels: ATCs, dream, friends, friendship, House Mouse, mice, music
These cool amphibians jamming on these ATCs are from Third Coast Stamps. The
little dancing notes are also TC. The background on the first ATC is hand-dyed and comes
from my late husband's printing/book binding shop. All coloring was
done with SU Watercolor Wonder crayons.Which one is your favorite?Labels: ATCs, frogs, Mardi Gras, music
Two more journal pages yesterday, on the theme of "Music". Yes, boys and girls, that's me singing in the lower left-hand cornor during a a recital I gave in 1979 for the benefit of a girls's club. I am possibly singing one of the pieces of music appearing on the blog pages.
I've sung ever since I could remember; while waiting at a bus stop with grandma, in department stores, skipping down a street... It was during one of my 5-year-old songfests at a bus stop with my gram that a passing voice teacher stopped and advised my grandmother to give me voice lessons when I reached 13. Gram remembered, and so I took voice lessons, taking part in contests, recitals and singing engagements, aiming at a career in opera.
But then I met a young man named Jean Chabot in Québec City in 1961, and we married in 1963. What was I doing in Québec? That's another couple of journal pages.
I didn't stop singing, however, just lowered my sights a little, and did participate in several Radio Canada television shows in the '70's, gave a few recitals, sang at weddings and funerals, and am now in the Ensemble Vocale André Martin. I still sing on the street and in stores, but it's discreet humming, not actual singing. There's always music running through my head. Where it comes from, I cannot say.
Labels: journalling, music, sing
It actually climbed above O (F) today! If I had been clear of Flu symptoms, I would've gone out to celebrate, but still had a touch. However, a friend and I plan to have breakfast out tomorrow, and I'll celebrate then.
Just listened to the news before writing this, and heard that some states and (Canadian) provinces are considering banning i-pod listening on the street, because accidents have happened to pedestrians too absorbed by their music to pay attention to traffic. One person interviewed on the subject said he used his i-pod to shut out the world around him.
I also like to listen to music without distractions,
but at home or in a theatre, not while I'm out walking. Whether I'm walking on a street or on the quiet nearby wooded walking path, there are far more interesting and beautiful things to see than any portable sound system could provide for me. Many of the sights and sounds I encounter on my walks provide subjects for stories, essays, conversations, ATC and card creation. Where would my inspiration come from if I withdrew from the life around me?
Granted, not everything I see is uplifting or beautiful, but to catch the golden moments, I need to be aware and waiting, or I will miss golden moments. Moments such as the flight of a Golden Hawk, which startled me as I walked on the wooded path I mentioned above. A Golden Hawk, flying over my head to settle on a branch a few feet away, in hearing of early-morning traffic! The music of his wings and the sight of his proudly held head can't be replaced in my memory by any amount of canned music!










