Stage of Life Internship week 8 & 9

Daily check- SOL Facebook for messages and respond, promote writing contests on FB page, post quote, picture, essays to FB.

Read finalist stories for February writing contest and submitted top 10 choices.

Commented on bloggers entries.

Researched, made cold calls to high school to gain email addresses of English teachers and student newspaper advisers.

Wrote a standard letter to English department heads concerning SOL and guest speaking.

Emailed letter to approximately 25 teachers in York County School Districts.

Contributed two essays to SOL website.

March

4- 1.0 hr

5- 4.0 hrs (in office work)

6- 1 hr

7- 4.0 hrs (in office work)

8- 1 hr

11- 3.0 hrs (reading contest entries)

12- 1.0 hr (essay submitted)

13- 1.0 hr

14- 1.0 hr

15- 4.0 hrs (in office work)

21 hours total

66.75 – 21.00 =45.75 hours remaining

Goals for next week:

Take posters to YCP to display on campus

Schedule speaking engagements at York County schools

 

 

Bluegrass Jams Remembered

Music Memories

                In the Crider household there was no shortage of music: live or otherwise.  Nearly every weekend and usually at least once a week, there would be a practice session or weekend jam.  When the music wasn’t live, my dad would have the radio on, tuned to a public station that had entirely too much static for my liking.  At least when my dad played records or cassette tapes the music was clear and I didn’t feel the urge to rip out my hair while yelling “find a different station already!”

                The weekend jam sessions were cool.  I’m not going to rant and rave about them only because I wasn’t that interested in bluegrass music.  That genre of music is what my dad’s life revolves around.  My father, Walt started his own music bands as far back as I can remember.  The first was The Creekside Ramblers as all the members lived near or beside the Conewago Creek.  That was back in the early 80’s so I don’t remember much about that group.  Walt was also a founding member of a bluegrass association in Pennsylvania.  Once this group grew in size, our entire family became involved as musicians or as audience members.

                Some jam sessions were at other people’s homes or at a hall rented for The Seven Mountains Bluegrass Association.  There were large numbers of people at these gatherings and we made countless friends, often only seeing them once a month.  As we made new friends we would nag our parents to invite them over to the house for dad’s picking sessions.  We became very good friends with a family by the last name Horn and another, last name Eng and everyone in the Crider house was excited when the parents started playing music at our home. 

                My most vivid memories are the families coming to play in the front yard of our home.  In the winter they played in the basement with the woodstove warming the corners and creating a perfect jam session area.  We were thrilled when musicians arrived and brought their families.  It was certain there would be other kids to play tag, hide-n-seek, climb trees and shoot hoops on the weekends.  The kids split off into two different groups.  The older kids hung out with my brother Joe and me, the youngsters hung out with my little sister Sue and my brother Sam.  The younger kids stayed close to the house or played in the basement because we would ditch them as soon as possible.  There was a ten year gap between them and Joe and me.  The gap was enough for us elder children to find the youngster group annoying.

                When we were lucky and the weather was in our favor, Joe and I would take off with our friends on foot into the woods or ride bikes up and down the lane.  We would hunt rabbits and ground hogs with or without having a BB gun.  We hid in the woods and created our club houses with fallen trees and broken tree branches of leaves, keeping an eye out for snakes.  Our friend Tim would help Joe drag cut tree trunks to the new forts to use as seats.  As the day passed and the sun would start to set, we would come out of the woods to check in with the adults.  After the moon had taken the place of the sun, our fun would turn to the nocturnal life.

                The bats were cool as shit.  I recall a night the parents were picking their banjos and guitars while the kids, all the kids, threw Frisbees, Whiffle bats and balls and shot Nerf guns into the sky.  The bats, using their radar would swoop down at our toys in hopes it were food.  We all found this hilarious, laughing at the bats and even falling on the ground to avoid their dives.  This eventually caught the attention of our mothers who shut down our bat entertainment.  Nearly as cool as the bats were the lightning bugs.  All of us would run around catching bugs and giving them to the little kids to put in margarine containers with holes punched in the top. 

                The jam sessions brought a diverse group of people to the Crider household.  We met people outside our race and economic group, people who had religious and political opinions different than what I had learned in my first eighteen years of life.  While I memorized countless country, bluegrass and gospel songs growing up, what I learned was, music touches all people and breaks down barriers that may have kept people from associating.  Most importantly, I learned bluegrass folk have awesome kids that looked forward to the weekend jam sessions just as much as we did. 

Freeman is the man

Who is this Freeman that suddenly popped up on Amish Mafia?  He is one creepy dude.  Even his sister is scared of him.  I’m certain he didn’t say anything the entire episode.  I bet he won’t even get paid for his non-acting.  This should be investigated.  No one is safe. Nor the animals.

Now if Freeman would like to eat say, Merlin, I’m cool with that.

~P.

A Slice of: I Used to Drive a Mercedes 2008

2008

He forgot my birthday in October.  I could tell because at the last minute he stopped at Giant and bought a cake and card.  John was known for making birthdays and holidays a big deal.  Past gifts were extravagant: diamonds, a sky-diving trip and cars.  (Merry Christmas honey, I got you a Mercedes!)   I didn’t expect lavish gifts, but no gift was a sign.  That week of my birthday also held a new experience for me.  My first trip to the funny farm.  Seriously, I was admitted to York Hospital mental health ward, psych ward, whatever you want to call it.  The entire situation was blown ridiculously out of proportion.  John will always cause a bad situation to expand exponentially to the point that someone, Linda, calls 911.  After a verbal battle with John over his demands for me to do the yearly taxes but refusal to include the checking account records, had pushed me to the limit.

Now little did I know, John had filed for divorce on my birthday and stopped at Giant on the way home after signing the divorce papers and realizing how obvious it will be that he forgot my birthday because birthday’s are a big deal in the Delauter household and it is nearly unimaginable that he, the man, would forget his lovely wife’s birthday.  I didn’t get the papers that day.  He was withholding that information for the time being.  The divorce paper delivery needed to be at the right moment to create the most impact on my psyche.  It’s all about the throat punch in John’s world.

Just a wee slice of my memoir.  It will continue to grow.

~P

Internship week 5 & 6

Weeks 5 & 6 of internship at Stage of Life:

Spoke to Dr. Walter’s and Creative Nonfiction class about contributing to Stage of Life essays.

Dr. Yonker’s class will be submitting their memoir essays to SOL.

Created slideshow presentation for internship meeting at YCP.

Expanding on slideshow for high school presentations.

Read Twitter contests, chose top three and favorite winter story.

Contributed 3 posts on SOL site

Emails with Eric

Feb. 18th  1.0 hr

Feb 25th 1.0 hr

Feb. 26th 2.0 hrs

Feb 27th 3.0 hr

Mar 1st 2.0 hrs

Total hours 9.5

77.25 hrs -9.5 hrs =67.75 hrs remaining

Schedule and Goals

Office on March 5 & 8th  minimum 4 hour days

Cold calls high schools and establish who SOL information should be addressed to.

Create letter for contact via email or US mail.

 

The cries for an epidural

A tiny excerpt from “I Used to Drive a Mercedes”

           Hell yeah I wanted an epidural.  I popped out my sons without an epidural and this time, I wanted it to be as painless as possible.  Thirteen years had passed since I last gave birth but the memory of the pain had not faded.  Shoot me up in the back, I’m ready!  I felt the relief from contractions almost immediately.  Finally, a break from the constant pain in my lower region.  “I feel funny,” I said to my husband.   John looked at the vitals monitor and hit my nurse in the ass.  “Hey, her heart rate is dropping.”  I felt my head start to jerk back and forth much like a bobble head moves.  Things started to go dark and I could hear the nurse order my sister, mom and two friends out of the room.  The anesthesiologist called code; I was gone.

And then, I came back.  Whatever they did worked and I woke to a room full of doctors and nurses.  A little too much epidural and bam, you are dead.  I cried, grabbing onto my husband.  He told me, “don’t cry” and my nurse said, “She can cry if she wants!” So I did.  I’m not feeling any pain, but shit, that scared me almost to death.  Hours later it is time to push, but the brat is in my uterus sticking her nose up at me.  I’m glad my doctor was a woman and she had small hands.  Things were a bit crowded in there ya know?  I couldn’t feel pain but knew I would pay later for her helping hand.  In went the hand and in two pushes, out came the baby.  She was perfect.

The 10 Roles of Pattie

The Ten Roles of Pattie

Life is made up by the roles we fulfill.  The roles in life change from person to person but most of us share some identities with others.  Humans are unique and there are no duplicates.  Even twins have their differences of identity, if not on the outside, the differences can be found on the inside.  Without too much of a stretch, I was able to come up with ten roles of importance in my life.

Mother:  I am the mother to three children.  My sons are over the age of eighteen but my daughter is six.  I was blessed by God with these three children.  I was young when I had my sons and realize now how quickly time passes.  Daily I struggle with the fact that I do not see my daughter during the week.  As her mother, it is my opinion that she should live with me.  Unfortunately, a judge had ruled differently and now each day my child and I are apart is another day lost for mother and daughter.

Wife:  I am a wife against my will.  This month was eight years since I married the jackass who is still my husband.  Over half that time has been spent with us separated.  I no longer wish to have the role of wife and do nothing to fulfill it.  That is because I have taken on another role since the jackass and I have split.

Girlfriend:  After going through hell with the husband, a breath of fresh air came into my life.  My boyfriend had his work cut out for him in making me his girlfriend.  While I no longer had any hopes of my role of wife emerging from the deep, dark, depths it had sunk, I had no desire to be a girlfriend either.  Impressively, over-time, he wore me down and I fell into another identity I had not planned to fulfill.

College student:  Following the traumatic break-up with my husband, I decided to pursue new goals in life.  It was suggested I look into college and take a clean break from accounting.   I wanted to find something I would find enjoyable.  There were many suggestions from friends and family on the career I should pursue.  I ignored them all and made the choice that I felt would be best suited for me.  Taking on the role of college student has changed my life for the better.

Writer:  My choice of career to pursue in college was that of a Professional Writing major.  I have been passionate about reading and writing for as long as I can remember.  My mother says I always had a book with me as a child and that holds true now that I am an adult.  Whether it is a novel, a memoir or a textbook for class, I will devour that reading and from it, become a better writer.

Intern:  This is my most recent identity as my internship has just started.  As an intern I am expected to read and write online.  This role jives well with my other identities.  My employer is a non-profit organization that promotes the sharing of stories on a community blog site.  My role is to contribute written material to the site, read what other bloggers have contributed and spread the word about this blogging community.

High school graduate:  This role was fulfilled many years ago but I still hold it close to my heart.  The friends I made in high school and even middle school remain a part of my life.  We speak several times a month to “check in” and be supportive in each other’s lives.

Daughter:  I am one of two daughters my parents created.  I was the first born child and a natural leader.  The role of daughter is important to me because of the intense bond I have with my mother.  I am fortunate to have a mother who thinks the world of me and knows she can count on me to not only help her out, but get things done promptly and correctly.  Mom’s call when in need is to her first born, me.

Christian: This is a role I take very seriously.  Most people would not realize the depth of my belief in God.  I don’t push my faith and beliefs on people and expect the same respect in return.  I pray every day and firmly believe I will ascend to heaven when my roles on Earth have been completed.  A bonus for me would be gaining wings.  I have always wanted to fly.

Dog owner:  My dog makes me happy…most of the time.  The role of pet owner must be held by a person who is responsible, patient and forgiving.  The forgiving role is important because animals are animals.  They don’t think before they act.  I know this because my dog recently jumped into the fountain on campus.  While the other students found this amusing, I did not.

This list does not define me as my identity is too diverse to limit to a list of ten, but it is a good start in knowing me and understanding the most important roles I carry in my life.  As time passes new roles will be added and old roles will be dropped.  As life evolves, so do our roles within.

Internship week 4

Over half this week I was sick.  I missed a day and a half of classes but fortunately, I am feeling better.  While home I made good use of my time and pulled down hours towards this course credit.

2/9/13 website content, commenting, emails, Oz interview  4.0 hrs

2/11/13 Oz interview 3.0 hrs

2/12/13 Delivered postcards, spoke to professors, reviewed SOL blog posts  2.0 hrs

2/13/13 Read blogs for contest.  Wrote blog content.  4.0 hrs

2/14/13 Meeting with Dr. Yonkers, spoke with Eric by phone, presentation of SOL in class, read blogs for contest.  2.75 hrs

2/15/13 Read blogs for contest, commented on posts, wrote two posts.  Chose top  finalists for contest.  4.0 hrs

2/16/13 Reread blogs for contest, wrote two posts, Chose top three finalists.  4.0

Total hours 23.75

My goal was 20-25 hours so even with being ill, I managed to get much accomplished for my internship.  Total hours complete 42.75.  Remaining hours: 77.25

I read many wonderful posts from past prompts as well as the gun control prompt.  www.stageoflife.com

Keep writing my friends,

~P.

 

Levi Loses Control ~AmishMafia

Levi!  Your mob is out of control....

Levi! Your mob is out of control….

Levi…I’m concerned about your rowdy group of mafia misfits.  They are committing all types of acts that are catching the attention of fans…and the police.  From hit and runs, drugs and wild women…you have your hands full.

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John hasn’t been hiding from the authorities.  If he were hiding he wouldn’t be on our television screens.  He turned himself in and that was a wise move.  Otherwise Levi might need to feed him to the fishes.  I’m just curious why John was driving the vehicle of a Discovery employee when John is only licensed to operate a foot propelled scooter.  I bet that employee is kicking their own ass for letting John, resident goofball, drive his car.  No wonder Levi isn’t buying him a vehicle.

Mirkat

Esther…what is going on girlfriend?  After the breaking of Levi’s heart, checking out Jolin like he was a side of beef, and kissing that creepy Merlin, you are now dating a rapper.  You go girl!  I’ve spoke to your boyfriend and things seem to be going well.  I’d advise having some say over the pictures he posts.

Keeping it hot in the kitchen girlfriend

Keeping it hot in the kitchen girlfriend

The kitchen pics were hot but this one is not.

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While I hold no issue with interracial relationships, how does the Amish community view such relationships?  What does Levi think?  I’m 100% sure the fans of the show would love to see this play out in Season 3.  I suggest filming begin immediately.

Allen Beiler

Allen Beiler

And then we have Allen, the mastermind of the entire show.  Allen doesn’t want to spend much time in front of the camera.  If he were, it would catch him in the act of committing a crime.  Like John, Allen can’t stay out of trouble.  Wouldn’t their real lives be interesting on tv?  Don’t quit with the reenactments.  Those are entertaining to we fans.  Just keep cameras on them all the time.

Now that would be reality tv.

~P.