Wednesday, January 10, 2018

Time Travel: Myrt-ty-Ky-Ly Review

Time Travel: Myrt-ty-Ky-Ly Review: Hello Everybody I got a review on my new book – I’m not sure if it’s good or bad – but here it is anyway.   “Lifes and Loves of ...

Myrt-ty-Ky-Ly Review


Hello Everybody
I got a review on my new book – I’m not sure if it’s good or bad – but here it is anyway.  


“Lifes and Loves of Myrt-ty-ty-Ky-Ly, Dragaan Princess.”
Today it would be called "reality" and could be printed on the front page of the newspaper. In the 50's it was hidden, Louey couldn't talk about being raped, not even to her family.
   Louey invented a friend, Myrt-ty-Ky-Ly, the Dragaan Princess, so she had someone to call for help. The author goes back and forth -- first a chapter on Myrt-ty and then a chapter on Louey. They both grow up together. The author admits that Louey's life is based on the treatment she had when she was young. It begins with the way it was in the 1930's and a lack of money, then the 1940's with the war heroes returning, and in the 1950's the treatment of women in the workplace and the result of drugs.
   Myrt-ty's dragaan life seems just as real as Louey's life. Her family might be next door, especially GrandMyrt, who has the same bossiness that my grandma did. Growing up she fights the rules. Why can't she do what boy dragaans do?  Then I can't begin to explain about her love life -- it seems rather powerful in the dragaan society.
   When I heard that Mariam had published a new book, I hoped it would be a sequel to Sanctuary. (The Alternate Safe World of Sanctuary). Although both are 'what-if' books, in Myrt-ty-Ky-Ly she presents more to mull over. One such chapter is when Myrt-ty walks in someone else's shoes. Also, is Louey substituting a Dragaan Princess for God?
   As I write this review I'm reading Myrt-ty for the second time and more slowly to understand what I missed the first time. I definitely give it five stars and recommend it to everyone except children.

Available on Amazon now and will have it available on Kindle shortly.  I’m waiting for answers on how to change the format.  First chapter can be read on:  www.taswos.com
“There’s Nothing I Can’t Do.” Fred’s biography, is up to 20,000 words and he is now in college.  I’ll either have to cut a lot or make this a book of three volumes.  Sigh.  I’m waiting for further stories from people who knew him.

Hugs and blessings to all, Mariam

Monday, December 4, 2017

THREE ANNOUNCEMENTS


THREE  ANNOUNCEMENTS

“Lifes and Loves of Myrt-ty-ty-Ky-Ly Dragaan Princess”
is now available on Amazon.
.  ***Not a children’s book.***

After two and a half years MYRT-TY-KY-LY now glides into our world and discloses her friendship with Lu-e.   The pushy yellow-haired fem broke into her Memory Cave in the red mud hills of Virginia.  Myrt-ty had to return to her first Life.  She asked Grand-myrt “Why am I stuck with her training.”

Young Louey in the depression years of the 1930s, wanting answers, chased the golden Dragaan in a leaking rowboat on James River only to hear “When you’re older.”
Or-Vry, the copper-skaled prince, upset Myrt-ty’s goals with a mist of light flame surrounding her in deliciousness.  Did he refer to the Veil of Mating?  Or the Veil of Time?  The sinking of Atlantis might have been his error. 
After the war years of the 1940s Louey made the most important decision of her life and accepted the consequences. 
Orders came for the Draks to transfer to other star systems.  Louey called for help after a debasing wrong.  Would Myrt-ty leave her tyke or Lu-e?  

Fact or Fiction? Both the good and the bad shown for Louey are based on my personal experience. Some stories have been enhanced, some have been limited. The description of the 1930’s, 1940’s and 1950’s would be fact.

Myrt-ty-Ky-Ly’s part? I sat at the keyboard and words appeared on paper. Myrt-ty wrote her own story and you will need to ask her if it is Fact or Fiction.

100% of all monies received go to the Fred Cheshire endowed Scholarship Fund

“THERE’S  NOTHING  I  CAN’T  DO”
Biography of Fred Duane Heiny Cheshire        -        December 22, 1945 -  September 22, 2017
                                                                                                                                        
I’m looking for help. – Did you know Fred???


We arrived in Phoenix in 1963 --  Phoenix College and Encanto Park and ASU.

Do you remember when Fred walked?

Did you know Fred at - Royal Palm – or - Gary Tang  - or - Phoenix College  - or - Glendale College ???

Did Fred help you with Spanish or Citizenship??

Were you a Nurse or an Attendant??

Did you call Fred friend or sweetheart???

Help me with stories of these times and others that I don’t know to mention.  I am most appreciative of those who are offering their memories and I’m looking to fill in the blank places.
Send me a note at mimar102@cox.net and we will talk.

FRED   DUANE  CHESHIRE  SCHOLARSHIP
We celebrate Fred’s life with that which he loved best –
Helping his students over a bump in the road, helping his students when lack of English holds them back. 

In order to have an Endowment fund, where the original donations stay intact and scholarships are awarded with the earned monies, $10,000.00 is required. 
How long will it take for those who know Fred and/or want to help his students to reach our goal? 

We have had many generous donations and someplace we know Fred is applauding. 
The total raised to date is  $4200.63. 

Checks may be mailed to:   
                          Maricopa Community Colleges Foundation,                                                                       
                              2419 West 14th St., Tempe, AZ 85281                            
                                         Please indicate Fred’s name and 5629 or . . . . .

Maricopa Community College Foundation, c/o Mariam Cheshire,
 613 N. 4th Ave. #616, Phoenix, AZ 85003 or . . . .

                            https://mcccdf.org/Cheshire  for credit card


AN ANONYMOUS DONOR WILL MATCH DOLLAR FOR DOLLAR

For every dollar you contribute to Fred’s Scholarship fund, it will be matched until this person has contributed five thousand dollars.
Every dollar helps.

I will send you a letter or email to give you my thanks.  You will hear from MCCD for your tax deduction. 





Monday, October 9, 2017

THERE'S NOTHING I CAN'T DO


There’s  Nothing  I  Can’t  Do


I have written and rewritten this.  Now I throw that away and type it like it is. 

Sad words:  It might have been.
Misery:  It shouldn’t have happened.
Tear out a heart:  I have lost my child.

The Memorial Service for my son, Fred Duane Cheshire, took place on September 30th at St. John’s Lutheran Church, Glendale.  If I had not been numbed, I would have considered it a beautiful Service. 

Pastor Peter, a friend of Fred’s, spoke loud and clear.  He called Fred “a Bridge Builder.” He said: “Fred looked around and saw gaps that needed bridging. . . . computer know-how . . . social activities . . . language skills . . . tutoring . . . cultural togetherness . . . citizenship . . . He brought people together with what interested them and excited them and he shared those passions.”

Dan, as one of his caretakers, gave us stories that came about due to Fred’s needs as a quadriplegic.  Fred pushed the envelope and Dan rescued him in ways that sounded funny when told after the disaster was over. 


I kept my tears away long enough to tell about Fred’s life growing up:  his eagerness to learn about everything including rocks, stamps, chess, science fiction, Spanish and people.  He earned his degrees from Phoenix College and A.S.U., married Sue and took to teaching like a duck to water at Royal Palm Jr. High. 

To our way of thinking, his death should not have happened.  A routine sinus procedure to help him breath better and all appeared to be O.K.  Suddenly the paddles were called for.  One-two-three-four-five-six-seven and his heart began beating once more.  The doctor said it was not a heart attack. 

I had been strolling around St. Louis ready to take off on a seven day boat trip on the Cumberland River to Nashville.  When I called the hospital to check on the results of his procedure, the nurse said, “If he were my son, I would be on the next plane home.”

When I came in early the next morning, Fred opened his blue eyes and knew I was there.  That was the last time I would have communication with my kid.  From December 22, 1945, when someone plopped a 5 pound scrawny, red, wrinkled, crying baby in my waiting arms until that fatal date of September 9, 2017 adds up to 26,194 days or 71 years, 8 months, 18 days.  I thank you, God, for every hour of that special merry-go-round loving time. 


Many people stayed around after the Service to tell me how Fred had impacted their life:  Citizenship stories, foreign students with tutoring help, a young woman who had scuba-dived with him, and a lady who had been in Fred’s 8th grade and remembered when he walked, taking giant steps across the room, always eager to reach his goal. 


I have much to do now.  Messages await.  Where we have addresses from the email and the beautiful cards and the signed Guest book, we want to keep in touch. Magaly, his special Magy, and I want to thank the people who have donated to the Scholarship fund. 


My second book -- “The Lifes and Loves of MYRT-TY-KY-LY, Dragaan Princess” -- will be published this month on Amazon.  I begin to tell Fred’s story when “GranMyrt placed a safety net around the baby heart of Fritz.“   (not a children’s story)

Next:  I will begin, “There’s Nothing I Can’t Do, the Biography of Fred Duane Heiny Cheshire.”  In the back of my closet I found three golden files with Fred’s early letters, newspaper stories about his accident and even a rough draft of a book started back in 1977.  I will be looking for people who participated in Fred’s life and ask for their stories.  Don’t be concerned with sentence structure or commas, just write to: MIMAR102@COX.NET

Top-top priority will be the growth of Fred’s Endowment Scholarship fund at Glendale Community College.  We celebrate Fred’s life with that which he loved best -- helping his students over a bump in the road, helping his students when lack of English held them back. 

AN ANONYMOUS DONOR WILL MATCH DOLLAR FOR DOLLAR

For every dollar you contribute to Fred’s Scholarship fund, it will be matched until this person has contributed five thousand dollars.  In order to have an Endowment fund, where the original donations stay intact and scholarships are awarded with the earned monies, $10,000.00 is required.  How long will it take for those who know Fred and/or want to help his students to reach our goal? 

Checks may be mailed to:   
                          Maricopa Community Colleges Foundation,                                                                        2419 West 14th St., Tempe, AZ 85281                            
                                         Please indicate Fred’s name and 5629 or . . . . .

                            https://mcccdf.org/Cheshire  for credit card

I will send you a letter or email to give you my thanks.  

 Thank you for listening to my story.    Hugs and blessings, Mariam

Sunday, August 13, 2017

Time Travel: TWO BIRTHDAYS SEVENTY YEARS APART

Time Travel: TWO BIRTHDAYS SEVENTY YEARS APART:   Two Birthdays Seventy Years Apart     It was August 1947, seventy years ago, when my 20 th birthday came around and I wanted a par...

TWO BIRTHDAYS SEVENTY YEARS APART

 Two Birthdays Seventy Years Apart    

It was August 1947, seventy years ago, when my 20th birthday came around and I wanted a party.  The only problem – there was no one to give me a party.  I was a single mother living with grandma who took care of my very neat two year old boy. 

Sounds like an unhappy sad situation, doesn’t it?  Actually it didn’t take long to find a solution.  After the divorce I needed a job, and since I wanted to fly, I went out to the airport and began working at Roscoe Turner Flight School.


We had a lot of flight students on the G.I. Bill.  I suggested to my boss that there might be a celebration for all the new solo permits and private licenses issued.  He agreed.    We might have had a cook-out of some kind – I don’t remember.  I do see the scene of cutting slices of cake and passing them out, all with lots of laughing and talking and good cheer.  And I kept my birthday a secret!  



It would be a late evening so I made arrangements to stay on the airport.  A very large area over the main hanger had been turned into a room with rows of beds for when country-wide fly-in’s were scheduled.  After I had finished bidding everyone ‘Good-night,’ I went up to the loft and chose my single bed nearest a big window looking out over the Airport. 

I was content.  A lot of people had come to my birthday party.   And now I could blow out the one candle I had brought with me.  I looked out at all the airplanes parked below me and the runways beyond and made Four Wishes: - 

shown at the end of this story along with the results. 

Fast forward to August 11th 2017.  90 year old birthdays don’t come along every day.  And I wanted this one to be special.   What did I want to do?  Easy. I wanted to fly a Cub once more. 

Emails went out to the flying clubs around the Valley asking if there were any J-3 Cubs around.  I received good answers:  A 1945 Cessna, an Ercoupe, a Swiss Pilatus turboprop, and a “high performance“ plane.  All exciting -  all maybe someday. 

The one that fit would be a Super-Cub at Chandler Air Service. My niece, Alice, drove in from the boondocks to take me.  Son Fred said he preferred this to my first suggestion, parachuting out of a plane, and appeared happy to put down $192 for an hour of flight.  A reservation was made for 10:30 am on my birthday. 

My instructor, Curt Murphree, and Alice and I walked out to my Cub.  Back when I was 20 years old and 30 pounds lighter, I swung into the back of the J-3 with ease.   Now I put my foot up on the iron step and I needed Alice’s help to lift my leg up and over into the narrow space.  Fortunately I still have strength in my arms.  I could reach up to the overhead framework and pull myself into the seat.  


There were other differences.  Instead of a seat belt, a shoulder harness kept me tight.  A radio head set instead of yelling back and forth.  And flaps and trim helped to smooth out the 165 h.p engine instead of the 65 h.p. in my J-3.  Once I settled in, the cockpit had the same feel as “the olden times.”  


I had my hand on the stick on take-off.  Curt let me climb and when I reached around 3,000 feet, I did a 360 very shallow turn in each direction.  I didn’t have quite the nerve to push that stick over for the steep ones.  Another hour and I would have done it, though! 

Then a little more altitude and I did a power-off stall and another power-on stall, climbing, climbing, until it reached the place of no-flight, fell off on one wing and stick forward, level it out.  Just like at least a thousand I’ve done before.

Then Curt made a wonderful suggestion.  We went down to warm altitude, maybe 500 foot about ground level, and I followed the dry Gila River along its path.  We came up on the San Tan Mountains and I’m right on top of them, then going down through an opening between the hill tops, buffeted a bit by wind thermals and the Cub and I handling those together.  


I’ve flown around a lot of the air of Indiana and of south Florida, and I have had land exploration in Arizona, including the Grand Canyon, -- but, honest to goodness, there is nothing like our Arizona desert.  I held my breath with its beauty.  

Now comes sad news.  My phone/camera had worked its way loose from my pocket and was traveling around the bottom of the plane.   So these aren’t my pictures. 


Alice is the official photographer for this trip, learning her new Apple phone, and going over to the Apple store so that she could “air-drop” the photos to me. 

Curt is my new love.  He was so patient, allowing me to handle the stick throughout, even though his hand was close by if I needed help.  He did the landing, but I followed him through and pulled that stick back tight when we touched down. Just like the good ol’ days. 


When you’re in a Cub, you are flying.  You and the plane are together.  And I have a date with Curt next year to fly the Great Lakes bi-plane in a few acrobatic moves.  Actually I’m double-booked because Alice and I are going to indoor sky dive.  

Back to the Airport CafĂ© for a very good hamburger and beer. 




 Then Alice pulled out fun extras.  The pot of succulents from my brothers and sister waited for me.  Alice reached down for the cake she had hidden.  And then my beautiful new blue blouse that only Alice could have chosen for me.  There is no way that I could tell everyone how much I appreciate this wonderful, wonderful, never-to-be-forgotten 90th birthday.  




And as for those Four Wishes:  -  to fly and to travel and to write and to raise my kid properly.

  It has all come true.  Seventy years later, I write this to tell you – If you want something, don’t wait for it to land in your lap without any effort – Go for it!


My Cup Runneth Over!


Thursday, July 13, 2017

Time Travel: FUN TIME IN TEXAS

Time Travel: FUN TIME IN TEXAS: Fourth of July and Fireworks.    The anchor is down on the pontoon boat and we are surrounded by the bright green Neches River trees. ...