Showing posts with label North Carolina. Show all posts
Showing posts with label North Carolina. Show all posts

Monday, August 4, 2014

For Beverly


I listened to her recite at the Southwest Library in Durham.
She's a member of the Washington Street
Writers Group.
Told us how she used to
keep her poems in a suitcase
under the bed.
Then, she left her husband,
who didn't understand why she
wrote poetry.

Eventually,
she had one published, and
his only response was,
"Well, you have really arrived, haven't you?
But why do you always write about
unhappy things?"

Beverly is a gardner.  That man made her feel like
she was being "choked by honeysuckle. that
false plant that you don't
want to have in your house."
She's glad she weeded him.

Sunday, January 12, 2014

House for Sale!

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Thursday, October 31, 2013

Marry Durham




Sometimes I
want to marry Durham 
and divorce this place.
Durham is where I 
feel most at home.
Where I'm not alone.
Where everyone smiles.
You can walk for miles.
Yes, miles.

The Nasher and Duke,
Whole Foods soup,
These things make me smile.

Durham, please,
won't you marry me?
I promise to love, honor, and cherish you,
and promote your beauty,
your culture and art.
I will do my part.
Just,
Marry me.




Monday, October 14, 2013

First Poet


Blanco came to Durham last 
night.
Richard Blanco--
first Latino,
first openly gay individual,
first immigrant--
(so many firsts)
to read at a Presidential inauguration.

We came by the hundreds to hear:
from Durham,
Raleigh,
Tarboro,
Greensboro...
We listened...
impressed by the sweet beauty of
"Boston Strong."
The breathtaking scope of
"One Today."

Poems that capture so many feelings,
even his dispair over hearing
his grandmother's advice to
"not pee sitting down."

First poet, he,
The first to be a star,
to pack a hall in Durham for poetry.
To proclaim the joys of his hometown library.
A library where his dreams took flight,
among books on opera and Picasso.

Five hundred of us were
mesmerized by Blanco.
In Durham, North Carolina,
at the Carolina Theatre.
On October 13, 2013.

What a night.




Friday, October 4, 2013

Where the Clouds Kiss the Sky (c)


At the cloud's edge,
wispy arrows
pierce the sky,
then wander around
like cattle,
seeking a place to rest.
Edgecombe skies
fill me with wonder,
leave me breathless for more,
more inspiration for
my imaginings.
I escape into their beauty,
thinking of the fields of cotton
and tobacco
that once lay beneath them.
Fields where now,
old hands,  
worn down by labor,
can rest a bit.
Field hands remember 
and share family stories
of tying the tobacco 
on strings
to dry.
We lie
in the sun and remember,
  our childhood
on the family farm.
 We smile,
for all we learned there.
 The cloud's edge
turns up,
as if to agree,
to soothe me.
Edgecombe clouds
fill me with wonder.

Reassure me
that all is well.


Sunday, September 1, 2013

On My Walk Today (c)


On my walk today, 
I saw five deer and two blue herons,
And they saw me too!
The deer ran away,
But the herons remained.
It's times like these when 
I breathe in -- 
Started by the joy
Of such a delight;
the last time was in Paris
two years ago.
(Ah, to wake up in there is something else!)

On my walk today
The deer posed motionless
In front of the ancient,
Wrought-iron fence
Enclosing the house,
(Still stately after two centuries).
It sits alone --
High on a hill
Amid the groves of trees
And daffodiles.
Dark clouds gather,
And I head home --
Up the hill,
And down the hill,
And along the meandering paths --
Past
aged tree trunks,
And clumps
Of ferns and wiregrass --
Past
The now deserted golf course
That now serves
As a refuge
For deer and herons,
Owls,
And streams that grace the land,
As old as time.
Back to my house now,
Feeling blessed,
Rejuvenated
By these things, so near to me.
It is hot,
And the sun has been causing me
To sweat bullits.
I pause in the shade
Of a neighbor's tree,
Then continue on.
Should I be so lucky
To have these things
So close by.

Back home,
The clothes come off,
And I'm naked,
Watching the rain fall
Cooling off
In front of the fan,
While I reflect on these scenes
Of the town.

Saturday, August 3, 2013

Webb of Destruction




"You need to come in,"
the boss retorted,
even though I'd
reported
the conditions that day.
Conditions that made it hard
to stay
at work, or,
for some, even at home.

I remember it fine,
that day in September,
 1999.
The Year of the Great Flood.

"When are we closing?"
I asked over and over,
As others headed for cover,
in shelters or
 in the mall
parking lots.

"I'm not aware of any of this,"
the boss would say.
Which gave her an excuse
to continue to delay
making a wise decision.

The winds blew,
Conditions grew,
steadily worse,
the dam burst,
spilling water all over the town.

(Miss Management
happened to live 
in one of the few
areas of the county
not affected by 
the storm.)

The library finally closed,
just before the power 
went off,
just before the 
grocery stores closed,
heaven knows,
this was all about control.

She called me at home,
later that day,
only to say
she was leaving town.
And off to the state library convention she went.

Dubious leadership...






Friday, August 2, 2013

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"The Buzzing of Summer Lawns" (c)

Cicadas hum
Their good night calls.
Night falls
Again on the sleepy town.
Then morning comes,
And young men in their fast trucks
Roar down my street,
To the factory.
Or QVC,
Or Sarah Lee,
Or parts unknown.
To summer lawns
Where machines converge--
blowers
and mowers
 stir up the grass.
Beer cans stay put
as young men
drive away in 
their fast trucks.
They screech their tires
and toss their cigs.
Why, we wonder?
As whirling
sprinklers hiss
their disapproval.

Thursday, July 11, 2013

Wednesday, February 20, 2013

Notes On An Extraordinary Day

Making the ordinary
seem extraordinary,
I notice how the light
comes in through the lace curtains
in my bedroom.
How the Eastern Red Cedar
trees pop
in the morning sun,
and how my body feels 
as it glides to the
music of Mozart.
A Mozart morning,
what could be more wonderful,
besides memories of
Paris
and Thou.

Friday, February 15, 2013

Tar-burr

I reckon I won't be

going back to Tar-burr,

back to the rednecks and 

hillbillies,

back to old money,

old ideas,

old places,

old people,

who have  kept

the community

from growing,

from advancing forward.

They say that

at one time,

it had good schools,

industry,

but then things shifted.

It has now become the town

where no one gets off.   

Saturday, February 9, 2013

The Offering (c)

When I was in France,

a gentleman offered

me his arm

as I went down the stairs.

A strong arm --

To keep me from falling.

To keep me safe.

I cried, as I remembered that

kindness a year later.

Because where is this kindness

in Tarboro, North Carolina?



Another strong arm

is keeping me safe now.

Enfolds me,

and holds me close.

As we dance slowly around

the living room,

I exhale,

relaxed,

and peaceful.

Recalling this memory,

I go back to sleep,

and rest in the realization

that I am loved.

Thursday, March 1, 2012

Bea Burnett: "I've Had a Good Life"

[note: I just finished this article for the regional magazine, Eastern North Carolina Woman, about my friend Bea Burnett] -->
Eastern North Carolina Woman
Dana Stone
“I’ve Had a Good Life”
(cover introductory text) Bea Burnett of Tarboro, North Carolina dominates the senior women’s tennis circuit, but she goes much deeper than tennis.
(cover photo: black and white promotional shot, head and shoulders)
Photo caption: Bea Burnett, around the age of 28
Bea greeted her friend at the first ring of the doorbell, her periwinkle blue eyes shining. Holding the door wide open, she gestured me toward the enormous antique buffet gracing her foyer, and to the two small boxes in front of it. “Photographs, yes we will have photographs!”
In preparation for her interview, Bea had begun the process of hauling out photographs from her long career. She would later detail the memories and people recorded therein. There were more photographs on shelves inside the buffet, framed family heirlooms.
“This buffet was the first piece Dick and I bought together,” Bea offered, referring to Dick Burnett, her husband of 33 years. “The dishes in it were from the drug store that used to be downtown. They had the ‘blue plate special’ every day for lunch.”
Bea led the way to her kitchen, where lunch was laid out. It was a sumptuous spread of jumbo shrimp, acorn squash with pesto, fresh avocado slices with crabmeat salad, pine nut hummus, rice crackers, roasted garlic blossoms, pecans, and cabbage/pasta salad.
“These are like candy,” Bea said, gesturing toward the garlic blossoms. “And the cabbage/pasta salad is featured in the Episcopal Church Cookbook.”
Her friend sampled a garlic blossom, shouting, “Hallalujah,” at which time Bea chimed in for a rousing duet of Handal’s most famous chorus. As we sat down to eat, Bea reflected on the recipes, looking up and gesturing while she sampled a taste of this and a taste of that, exclaiming, “cooking just makes me so happy.”
“Oh, look at the cardinal in the dogwood tree!” That is just so North Carolina!” We paused to admire a cardinal feasting on a hanging bird feeder in her neighbor’s yard. Bea Burnett is clearly a nature lover, having grown up on a farm in Edgecombe County. “We had cotton, corn, peanuts, tobacco, and soybeans. It was always such a relief when we got the soybean crop, because soybeans didn’t have to be harvested. They just grew. Of course, everything had to be picked by hand.”
With ten brothers and sisters, there was plenty of help on her parent’s farm. “I’m the fifth from the top, with seven brothers and three sisters. I couldn’t wait to leave Tarboro, and went to ECU when it was still called ECTC (Eastern Carolina Teacher’s College). I decided on ECU because one of my aunts, whom I admired tremendously, had gone there. I got a scholarship, and didn’t play any sports back then. Growing up, I always had to go home and help on the farm, and couldn’t stay after school.”
On an academic scholarship, Bea’s plan was to attend ECU and eventually to teach school until she saved up enough money to open up a nursery. “I got a scholarship from Johnny Wolfe. I tried out for cheerleading, but didn’t get it.” Bea’s disappointment was short-lived – “I got over it!”
Such resilience would reap huge benefits later in life when Bea became an actress. She could cope better with the rejection and disappointment that came with trying out for audition after audition. She smiled as she recalled her first audition at the age of five when she was in the first grade. “I played the wolf in the ‘The 3 Little Pigs.’
After attending ECU for a year, Bea opted to live in a different city and chose Chicago because “Aunt Margie lived there.” Chicagoans were intrigued with the young woman’s “hick” accent. “They all wanted to hear my Southern accent, and when they asked me where I lived, I responded, ‘why, I live with cuddin Margie and cuddin Woody.’ That was how I talked back then.”
Fast forward to the age of 19 and her time in Chicago. In Chicago, Bea embarked on a course of study at Northwestern University where she took business and acting courses. Her svelte figure and soft Southern accent eventually landed her lots of work. Her acting career included the roles of Blanche in “A Streetcar Named Desire,” and Amanda Wingfield in “The Glass Menagerie,” both written by Southern playwright Tennessee Williams. Years later, she would enroll in speech and voice training to help diminish her Southern way of speaking, and to help launch her singing talents. She carries those singing talents with her today as she sings in the Calvary Episcopal Church Choir in her hometown of Tarboro, North Carolina.
“Chicago was where I had my first trade show, with Chicago being the trade show capital of the United States. I was Miss National Hot Dog in fifteen cities. For Mercedes Benz, I was their spokeswoman at the auto shows in five cities for nine years.” She also represented Bayer Aspirin for five years.
Commenting on her Madison Avenue days, Bea concluded: “I did over 50 TV commercials; right face at the right place at the right time. I still get residuals on some of the soap operas I was on.” She even appeared in several films, and a few soap operas.
Bea, now 75, still has model good-looks, and has aged gracefully and beautifully. As a child, she admits that she was an introvert. Middle children are sometimes starved for attention, especially in large families where they have younger siblings to look after. Bea admits that she got the attention she craved on the stage.
Being gorgeous didn’t hurt, as Bea Burnett radiates an inner light that must have delighted photographers. She bonds with the camera, and seems to instinctively know how to strike a pose that is relaxed and natural.
A Star on the Tennis Court: Bea recalled her first time playing tennis. “I was 17 at ECTC (East Carolina University), on a scholarship. Edith Rogers, a friend who lived across the hall from me at Cotton Hall, asked me to play. I hesitated, and she said, ‘I have an extra racquet.’ We played. I won. I was hooked.”
Bea’s exploits on the tennis circuit seem legendary. Currently, she holds the World Title for the Senior World Individual Championship in the 75 year old division. For this honor, she won the Queen’s Cup competition last fall in Antalya, Turkey. During the event, Bea teamed with Dorothy Mathiessen of Pasadena, California, and Carol Wood of Rockville, Maryland in the 75 year old division. She also took silver medals in the individual 75 and over singles and doubles competitions. According to a press release from the United States Tennis Association, the Queen’s Cup team “came through on top without losing a set, although they faced their toughest competition in the team from France.” For the Queen’s Cup competition, Bea doubled her medal count from 2010.
Recalling her win in Turkey, Bea recalled the location of the match, in Altalya, Turkey, saying, “it’s a paradise on the Mediterranean.” She also elaborated how her sister, Rosemary, was ill with lung cancer at the time. “Rosemary was in my thoughts. Each match that I played and won, I dedicated it to Rosemary. She was a year and a half younger than me.”
Special note from the USTA: “The United States Tennis Association is the national governing body for tennis in the U. S., and the leader is promoting and developing the growth of tennis at every level – from local communities to the highest level of the professional game. A not-for-profit organization with more than 750,000 members, it invests 100% of its proceeds in growing the game. It owns and operates the US Open, the highest attended annual sporting event in the world.”
Looking back over the last few years, here is a run-down of tennis highlights from Bea’s life. In 2010, she participated in the USTA Grass Court Championships, Westside Tennis Club at Forest Hills. In 2008, she won the Women’s 70 Singles Tournament at Palm Beach Gardens, Florida. In 2007, she played in the 27th ITF Super Seniors World Individual Championships in Christchurch, New Zealand. And finally, and closer to home, she won the Brooklyn Heights, New York women’s tennis singles for 14 consecutive years, 17 in all.
Philanthropy: Bea Burnett is much more than tennis. She recalled her Civil Rights activities during the 1960’s. “I was an early member of the NAACP and helped integrate bowling alleys, restaurants and movie theaters in different parts of the country.” She belonged to the American Tennis Association where she was the “token white member.”
She explained: “the ATA was formed when Ralph Bunch’s son was not allowed to play in the USTA, which at the time was for whites.” When I lived in Bermuda, I also taught tennis to the underprivileged on the Governor's court.”
Additional volunteer activities included being a reader for Recording for the Blind for 5 years. On her work with Recording for the Blind, she commented that “the most important and difficult project for me was recording a guitar book for the blind. I was on the Board for Meals on Heels for 10 years and delivered meals to the elderly (on heels, not wheels)!”
Bea sings at Calvary Episcopal Church and serves as a hospice volunteer where “I visit and sing with the patients.”
Bea’s many memberships include being life members of the NSWTA, the USTA, the Actors Fund, Transportation Alternatives, the League of American Bicyclists, and Road Runners.
Additionally, she is very active in the NSWTA (National Senior Women’s Tennis Association). She elaborated: “One of my passions for NSWTA is, whenever I travel to play in a tennis tournament, is to solicit new members for our organization. Another is to write articles for my age group for the NSWTA magazine.”
A Passion for Health and Fitness: She would like to live to the age of 125. She elaborated, “when I was a little girl, I asked my daddy how long he wanted to live. He said, ‘oh, I want to live to be about 65.’ And I said, ‘oh, Daddy, that is so old!’ Well, he died when he turned 65. Me? I want to live to be 125.”
To help her toward this goal, Bea practices a vegetarian lifestyle. “I don't eat things that crawl or fly. Sometimes, I eat things that swim. I eat lots of vegetables, grains, nuts, seeds, and fruit. Genes have a lot to do with it; and I was born lucky -- on a farm, growing our own vegetables, etc. I watch what I eat: breakfast like a queen, lunch like a princess and dinner like a beggar. I exercise regularly, take vitamins, and get fresh air and sunshine, frequently. I have had a good life. There is something wonderful about every decade.”
She paused to comment on Tarboro, her hometown to which she returned nine years ago. Reflecting on the newcomers to the area, she wondered out loud if “Tarboro is replacing Ft. Lauderdale.” We agreed that the town should be promoted to gay people, concluding that “this might save it.”
At the conclusion of the interview, Bea Burnett took her guest on a tour of her home. She and her husband Dick live in Mary Howard’s house, who was a Red Cross volunteer during World War II. (You can read Mary’s memoir at the Veteran’s Museum in downtown Tarboro).
The home was re-modeled by Dick and Bea, with help from Bea’s sister, Arona. We started at the foyer, which was added on during the renovation. As Bea explained, “we had to knock down a brick wall in order to open up the space.”
Continuing to the living room, Bea pointed out the brick fireplace, “which is original.”
As we moved over to the antique buffet, Bea looked down at boxes of old photographs. As she looked through them, she reflected on her travels, and picked out a photograph taken in Spain. She explained, “I went to Spain one summer to work on my game. This was around 1972. I had an apartment on Costa del Sol, overlooking the Mediterranean, a penthouse with two bedrooms, and two baths. It was about $15.00 a month, with maid service. I took my best friend with me.”
She gestured toward a black and white photo taken at the El Jaleco nightclub. “One night we went there, and you can see my friend in the sexy black dress.”
This was clearly a nostalgic memory for Bea, as she reflected on her many travels, which also included two visits to Japan and a trip to Russia. Her favorite country? “The United States of America!”
Bea Burnett has come home to Tarboro, where she continues to live life to the fullest, with a commitment to keeping fit, inspiring others, and involvement in community activities. She ended the interview with an invitation to join her on a bike ride. So typical of Bea Burnett, and her giving spirit.
Photos:
1. Buffet gracing the foyer of Bea Burnett’s home.
2. A ‘blue plate special’ dish, one of many from an old Tarboro drug store