Last Evening


fiddler-on-the-roof-800-75 Last evening I was invited to see a new play at the Wagon Wheel Playhouse in my home town. It was called Fiddler on the Roof.

 

This article is about the 1964 musical. For the film, see Fiddler on the Roof (film).
Fiddler on the Roof
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Original Broadway Windowcard evoking the artwork of Marc Chagall, source of the title.
Music Jerry Bock
Lyrics Sheldon Harnick
Book Joseph Stein
Basis Tevye and his Daughters by Sholem Aleichem
Productions 1964 Broadway
1967 West End
1971 film
1976 Broadway revival
1981 Broadway revival
1983 West End revival
1990 Broadway revival
1994 West End revival
2003 UK tour
2004 Broadway revival
2007 West End revival
2008 UK tour
2009 US Tour
Awards Tony Award for Best Musical
Tony Award for Best Score
Tony Award for Best Book

Fiddler on the Roof is a musical with music by Jerry Bock, lyrics by Sheldon Harnick, and book by Joseph Stein, set in the Pale of Imperial Russia in 1905. It is based on Tevye and his Daughters (or Tevye the Dairyman) and other tales by Sholem Aleichem. The story centers on Tevye, the father of five daughters, and his attempts to maintain his family and Jewish religious traditions while outside influences encroach upon their lives. He must cope both with the strong-willed actions of his three older daughters—each one’s choice of husband moves further away from the customs of his faith—and with the edict of the Tsar that evicts the Jews from their village.

The original Broadway production of the show, which opened in 1964, had the first musical theatre run in history to surpass 3,000 performances. Fiddler held the record for the longest-running Broadway musical for almost 10 years until Grease surpassed its run. It remains Broadway’s sixteenth longest-running show in history. The production was extraordinarily profitable and highly acclaimed. It was nominated for ten Tony Awards, winning nine, including Best Musical, score, book, direction and choreography. It spawned four Broadway revivals, a highly successful 1971 film adaptation, and the show has enjoyed enduring international popularity. It is also a very popular choice for school and community productions.[1]

 

I enjoyed it very much. The entire play was a little longer than others. The first break was not until almost 9:30; which most breaks are around 8:30, but it was worth it. I love the voices and the acting.

One of the main stars, which if you look at the above photo, I am talking about the one with the beard. I was fortunate enough to get to meet him after the show. It turns out that he lives less than an hour away. Gee, I wonder if he is married, lol.

Upon leaving I was so humiliated. I seem to have issues when I stand and walk very far. I was leaving my seat and had made it to the front double-wide doors, when suddenly I felt like I was going to fall.

I have had to deal with this more lately. I never fall, but right there in front of hundreds of people I tipped forward, running into this poor older lady’s back. I am sure my face turned beat red. She turned and looked at me and thankfully didn’t cuss me out; but instead smiled. She was probably thinking that woman had too much wine.

Yes, you can purchase wine only during these plays but I am not allowed to drink because of my Diabetes. I didn’t say anything more to her than how sorry I was. I couldn’t explain. I guess I didn’t want her to know that I had medical issues.

I had to have help from my friends to make it down the hill to the car. I tried to erase the embarrassment away by thanking God that my friends were kind and didn’t mind at all walking an old lady down the hill, arm in arm.

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Wicked Weather Reminds me of MSA


Wicked Weather Reminds me of MSA

The storm came quickly; but anyone who works days or goes to bed early would have missed the warnings maybe. It was swift and dangerous, winds blowing in all directions.

As I sat in my bathroom praying, I reflected back to last fall when an unexpected Tornado warning appeared. We usually don’t get them here at that time of year. Al could only stand about five seconds and could not walk.

I managed…

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Wicked Weather Reminds me of MSA


The storm came quickly; but anyone who works days or goes to bed early would have missed the warnings maybe. It was swift and dangerous, winds blowing in all directions.

As I sat in my bathroom praying, I reflected back to last fall when an unexpected Tornado warning appeared. We usually don’t get them here at that time of year. Al could only stand about five seconds and could not walk.

I managed by myself to get him out of his bed and into his wheelchair. I pushed him into the bathroom and used those five seconds to help him over the tub. I sat him on his shower bench and then gathered all of the items I wanted to keep close to me.

This included medications, candles, monies, purse, car keys, flashlights. When the sirens went off the third time I covered Al with a blanket and prayed for the both of us. While I was praying Al was yelling, ” She is kidnapping me! She is kidnapping me! Someone help me.”

That was the only time I laughed as I was praying. I said my Amen and explained to Al I was trying to save his life. I told him a bad spell of winds was coming. He then settled down. I guess when I look back I should have explained first what I was doing, but I didn’t feel I had time.

Last night as I sat on my own seat, I thought of Al. I prayed but didn’t laugh. Instead I shed tears for the loss I feel with my brother not being here. We come into this earth and we are taken out. I lost Al. Others lose their loved ones. Unexpected death can happen in a blink of an eye.

Last night there was a lot of damage in my town. Trees down, roofs laying in the middle of streets. Houses and cars damaged. One 14-year-old boy was killed when a tree fell onto the roof of his room.

Please take the time to say hello and I love you to those you love. If you are carrying a grudge, get rid of it. If you have hurt someone, say you are sorry. If you owe a debt, pay it. You never know when your last breath is your last.

 

– A teen boy was killed overnight when a storm caused a tree to fall on his family’s mobile home.
According to a press release from the Winona Lake Police Department, police and fire departments were dispatched to 1202 Wooster Road, lot 76, in Fairlane Mobile Home Park, where a tree had fallen on a trailer due to high winds.
First responders saw a large tree that had broken off and fallen on the front portion of the trailer. Two residents were found in the center part of the trailer uninjured.
Two other young occupants had been in a bedroom in the front of the trailer. A search began and one of the subjects was found with minor injuries. After police searched through debris in the bedroom, they found the second person fatally injured by the fallen tree, the press report stated.

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My First Photo Shoot


My First Photo Shoot

Today I was invited to my first photo shoot. I was pleased as punch and was doing everything from allowing myself to jump so high that I would hit the ceiling because that is how excited I was.

I did the shoot for Special Olympics this afternoon. A large group of people and friends went to the Bowling Alley on State Road 15 North, in Warsaw, Indiana.

I had a ball and I could tell by the faces…

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My First Photo Shoot


 

Today I was invited to my first photo shoot. I was pleased as punch and was doing everything from allowing myself to jump so high that I would hit the ceiling because that is how excited I was.

I did the shoot for Special Olympics this afternoon. A large group of people and friends went to the Bowling Alley on State Road 15 North, in Warsaw, Indiana.

I had a ball and I could tell by the faces that everyone enjoyed themselves. Everyone thanked me and I thanked everyone for the invite.

The above link is where the photos are if you care to look at my work.

Daily Prompt; Ripped Into the Headline


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Write about something that happened over the weekend as thought it’s the top story on your local paper.

Photographers, artists, poets show us something from your WEEKEND.

Someone leaked my news I spoke of during the weekend. Normally I would be upset that a confidence was broken, but this was good news for me. I walked out to the edge of the drive way in my pink house coat and fluffy bunny slippers and picked up Saturday’s newspaper.

Well if the biggest smile ever didn’t get slapped across my face. For an instant I thought I was going to faint, but thought seconds about it and declined the inner offer. The old fart that lives across the street from me may try to come over and give me mouth to mouth and I was in my house coat for heaven sakes. Can you just imagine where that might have led to?

So I tucked the paper close to my heart and almost skipped back into the house. I did stop long enough on my way back to say hello to Mr. and Mrs. Squirrel. I promised I would step inside and get them an ear of corn. I said hello to Mr. Green bird, my cute little hummingbird.

Then I went on inside. I had to  have the setting perfect. So I grabbed a fresh cup of steaming hot coffee and sat down at the kitchen table. I carefully laid the newspaper down like it was a nice piece of fine linen.

I grabbed my magnifying light and flipped it on. An old lady has to squint to see  that fine print and this woman didn’t want to miss one word. Plus it would give me more wrinkles around my eyes, and I don’t need that.

Taking a deep breath I started by looking at the photo. It was a magnificent photo if I do say so myself. I have to stop and grin here for just a second. I know very well what ornery cuss had borrowed this photo.

I had just been bragging on this person and had been showing off my artistic works of photography. And right here was one of the photos.

alvin at facilityIsn’t is a beauty? Oh I am so proud. I couldn’t help myself. I touched my two fingers to my lips and then pressed them to the front page photo. Thinking to myself, I love you baby brother.

I then read the headlines over the photo: Warsaw Man Has Not Cried In Three Days.

Aww, what a headliner this is. I am going to cut this section out and press it in my Bible. When Al comes home I will show it to him. I just know he is going to smile so big reading about himself.

You know, it always makes a soul feel good when someone is saying good things about us. We all get tired of the negatives in this world. Al is no different. He wants to know he is loved too.

I read the article. It was short and sweet.

Warsaw area man who suffers from chronic pain on a daily basis has had relief for three days. He has learned he is going home next week. It is like looking at a different person, his sister says. Al lives with his sister here in town. She has been taking care of him for almost six years. For a short time he has been temporarily placed in a nursing home facility. The sister after close observations has decided he would be happier back home, and this picture shows. Just look at that smile. Way to go Al!!! Keep up the good work.

I had to read it and reread it three times. Then I touched the article gently with my hand, knowing it was the best news I had read for some time.

It won’t be long now baby brother, it won’t be long, and you will be home safe and sound with me.

 

Child Abuse


 

English: This is a map of Kosciusko County, In...

English: This is a map of Kosciusko County, Indiana, USA which highlights the location of Monroe Township. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

Second Woman Charged with Battery to Child

Kosciusko County Sheriff’s Dept. officers arrested a second Warsaw
woman involved in allegedly striking a 4-year-old toddler. Deputies went
to the residence of Jolene Marie Swihart, 30, Wednesday and arrested
her on a preliminary charge of battery resulting in serious bodily
injury
to a victim less than 14-years-old. KCSD deputies and officials
with the Department of Child Services initially began an investigation
Monday at the same residence that led to the arrest of Sherena Michele
Harris, 26.

Every week here where I live a case is reported of child abuse. Each time I read about this topic my mind just explodes. Maybe it is because it touches my own life when I was very small.

Maybe it is because the punishments are not near severe enough. I have even read cases as of late where the abused child was returned to the home of the abuser. What is up with that crap?

Why isn’t the punishment so intolerable that an abuser would do nothing less than think over twice what could happen to him or her? Is child abuse so common that it is now coming out of the woodwork?

Has it been going on for generation after generation and MUM was the word? I was reading the comments about this particular case and someone stated, we really don’t know if they are guilty or not.

Pleaseeee, look at that child’s bruises. Look at the thin body. Take a look at the skin around the lips where duct tape was placed so the child would not speak.

Alright, maybe the person is the wrong person direct, but I bet a million bucks that they are aware of what was happening. Or worse yet a party to it.

So many of us, and I am guilty also, of asking, what makes that child be so difficult to raise?

Well, maybe there is so much information we were not privy to be shared with. Maybe there are months or years of abuse hidden in that child’s mind. Can an abused child be fixed? Who’s responsibility is it to pay for all the therapy?

These are questions I am throwing out here to you. I want you to voice or in this instance, write your thoughts.

What is it going to take to get this to stop? How long does the abused have to suffer? I don’t care if it is calling someone stupid, retard, fatty, four-eyes, sexual, emotional or mental, it is all abuse.

We were placed here by God for much  more than the cruelty that is allowed to happen to humans.

Oh Lord this world has turned upside down. There are many demons walking around in too familiar clothing. Help us Lord. Tell us what we can do to save these innocent victims. Show us how you want us to help. Amen

 

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The Great Seal of the State of Indiana

The Great Seal of the State of Indiana

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Who’s the most important person in your life — and how would your day-to-day existence be different without them?

It’s too bad this could not have been asked of me five years ago. The answer would have been my DAD.

Now that we are talking about the present I get worried. I am an oddball. It is not normal to not have several friends in my reality life. I have hundreds of them on WP.

In my real life here in the state of Indiana, the town of Warsaw where I live, I lean heavily on my kids. I have one excellent long-term friend I have been friends from way back. But that still doesn’t answer the question.

Who is the most important person in my life? When I break down the words and pull out the highlights I would have to choose God. He forgives me for every sin. He doesn’t judge my past. He doesn’t criticize my looks. He doesn’t judge me. I can talk to him anytime I wish. I don’t have to use my cell phone or text him. He is always eager to listen and speak to me. I don’t have to phone him and ask if he is busy this coming weekend. I don’t have to dress up or put my make-up on.

I don’t like to actually say it out loud but I will admit the truth. I have talked to God while I am showering or even smoking a cigarette. I have spoken to him when I am angry at life and he doesn’t say I told you so.

He is always there, day or night, good times or bad. When I was left for homeless by my ex, God was the one who stuck by my side and pulled me out of the darkness. He lifted me up with his two arms and cradled me in the curves of his clothing. He wiped my tears with his hair and touched my heart and healed me.

I absolutely don’t know what I would do without him. I swear! To have to depend on me and the world full of deceit and false prophets I would be afraid to leave my house. I am sure I would not have a quarter of the confidence I carry today. If it were not for God I don’t know if I could always be there for Al. It isn’t an easy task taking care of someone with so many medical issues.

So a big thank-you to all my friends for being my confidant, my friend and a big support to me. Thank-you Lezlie for being a friend for so many years. And thank-you God for never leaving me when I have made so many mistakes in my life.