Browsing Archives for April 2012

A Visit to Central High

April 26th, 2012

During our recent trip to Little Rock, Arkansas, we visited Central High School.

IN 1957, Little Rock’s Central High School was the site of the historic forced integration of African American school kids into an all white school.

Nine kids were chosen by a small group of Little Rock’s black community to attend Central High.

Those nine kids endured a year that began with the Arkansas National Guard forcibly keeping them out of the building, to daily withstanding physical assault, bullying and verbal abuse every day they attended school.

Some of those kids went on to have productive lives, but some of them were deeply scarred by their experiences during that year and their lives were severely diminished as a result.  Elizabeth Eckford was probably the most famous of the kids who became known as the Little Rock Nine.

It is this famous photo of her, that captured the intensity of what these kids went through.  This picture is from the first day that Elizabeth attempted to attend Little Rock High.  An angry crowd surrounded her and followed her as she tried to get into the school.

The other eight students who were also attempting to enter Central High that day had traveled together as a group, but Elizabeth was not informed of the group’s plans and showed up at the school alone.  She then took what must have been the longest walk of her life from one end of the school grounds to the other and finally to a bus stop where she sat down and waited for a ride home.  Then entire way, as she made her journey across the school property, she was followed by an angry mob that hurled insults at her and threatened her, while soldiers blocked her from getting into the school and reporters took photos.

The girl behind her with the grimace and the newspaper is Hazel Bryan Massery.  Her young face came to symbolize the bigotry of those opposed to integration.  She too was only a kid at the time of the photo – a boy crazy underclassmen at Central High.  Hazel would live with the image of herself in this photo for years until eventually she did something remarkable.  She reached out to Elizabeth and apologized.  Over time, the two of them became very good friends.

But sadly, that is not the end of their story.

If you want to know what happened to Elizabeth and Hazel, you should check out Elizabeth and Hazel: Two Women of Little Rock written by David Margolick.

I would definitely recommend the book.

Shortly after I finished it, I was talking to my boss at work.  Downtown Abbey had just concluded it’s second season.  We were both at a loss, wondering what to do with our Sunday nights.  She mentioned watching a documentary about Harper Lee the author of To Kill a Mockingbird called Hey Boo.

I went home and watched it.

It was especially interesting to watch it after just visiting Little Rock and just finishing a book about Elizabeth Eckford.

Sometimes it is like there is some kind of unseen hand guiding my life.

Helping me to put all the pieces together.

As if there was a bearded man sitting in the clouds gazing down at me and directing my life like some kind of hillbilly junk band.

Taking me to Arkansas.

Guiding me to Central High.

Forcing me to buy a book at the Central High museum…

Making me get a job at the Garden Center where my boss will one day suggest I watch a documentary about Harper Lee!

I know!

How is this even possible!

The movie is called, Hey Boo: Harper Lee and To Kill a Mockingbird

You can watch the entire movie on PBS at this time.  Link to movie

This is Harper Lee smoking a cigarette.

She only wrote one book.

That book was called To Kill a Mockingbird.

It was a very hard act to follow.

But Elizabeth Eckford is even harder.

I keep thinking about the parents of the Little Rock Nine.

How hard it must have been for them… day after day after day to send their children back into Central High.

To face another day of ridicule, mocking, abuse, bullying, from both teachers and students.

What kept them going?  Could I have done it?  Was it worth the psychological damage that occurred to some of the children?

Obviously the Little Rock Nine and especially the photo of Elizabeth being taunted and threatened by an angry white mob played a huge role in the civil rights movement.  But for Elizabeth – a fifteen year old girl enduring that level of anxiety and fear day after day while at Central High, it left a mark on her that she was never really able to overcome.

There is a tremendous cost to human progress.

Catch

April 26th, 2012

This year I will only have three boys out for baseball.

My eldest is looking for a job and is going to focus his free time on summer basketball.

Never fear, I will still spend way more time watching baseball games than I ever could have dreamed possible in my life prior to having sons.

Weeks, months, entire years of my life have been spent watching my boys play ball.

By the end of the season I will be have developed a facial tick at the mere mention of the word baseball.

My joints will seize up at the sight of a bleacher.

My hands will be frozen into the shape required to hold a snow cone cup.

Sunflower seeds will line the bottom six inches of my purse, my car, the kitchen floor, my lawn and yes – even my bathtub.

I like watching my boys play.

No really!

I do…

Until about half way through the season when I just can’t…

I CAN’T!

I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE!!!!!

NOT ONE MORE GAME!

NO!!!!

PLEASE NO!!!!

But I go to them anyway.

Because you know…

that whole mom thing.

Garden 2012

April 26th, 2012

Way back during Spring Break, I started my seeds for my garden.

I potted up eggplant, bell peppers, black cherry tomatoes, San Marzano tomatoes, as well as a few other varieties of tomatoes.  I also started a few perennials from seed including poppies, dwarf hollyhocks, and an heirloom daisy.

We have had an unusually warm Spring.  It got to 95 degrees today!  So my seeds have spent most of their time on the deck instead of on the kitchen table as they have in previous years.  On the few nights that the temperature threatened to drop below freezing, I threw a blanket over them, but for the most part, they have sat here on the deck growing in the warm sunshine.

I spend a ridiculous amount of time staring at my seedlings.

You don’t even want to know.

It’s warm out here on the deck.

And there are baby plants at which to stare.

Who wouldn’t want to be here?

See!

See how mesmerizing they are?

I also planted my pole beans.

Last year’s crop was abysmal, so this year I shook some green bean inoculant into the trench when I put the seeds down.

But about half way down the trench, I ran out of inoculant, so I spiked the rest of the trench with composted cow manure.

I am interested to see if they perform differently.

I also planted a few herbs.  Lemon and lime basil, stevia, and cilantro.  I planted lemon basil last year and it was the most wonderful basil I have ever had.  It was also SO MUCH EASIER to DRY than Italian basil.  Italian basil is very hard to dry.  I tried all sorts of different things – paper bags, dark, cool closets, hanging it up, laying it out, and it always ended up with black spots on it.  The lemon basil however dried beautifully.  I just laid it in a pile on the counter for a few weeks and presto – dried basil with BONUS lemony taste!  It’s an awesome plant.  I will never plant Italian basil again.

Last year I planted a few black heirloom cherry tomatoes.

There are no words to describe how deliciously sweet a black heirloom cherry tomato is.

I can’t wait for this year’s crop to mature.

In other news…

We have several new flowers at the Garden Center where I work for sale this year including the above pictured double wave petunia known as Sweet Sunshine Compact Nostalgia.

As of today there is only one hanging basket left of these flowers.

We carried them in packs and in four inch containers and they are long gone.

Sold out in only a few short weeks.

When they first came up, I didn’t even think they were that pretty.

I thought they were kind of faded and blah.

But looking at these photographs, I think quite differently.

I think next year I am gonna have to get me some.