"The world of books is the most remarkable creation of man. Nothing else that he builds ever lasts. Monuments fall, nations perish, civilizations grow old and die out; and, after an era of darkness, new races build others. But in the world of books are volumes that have seen this happen again and again, and yet live on, still young, still as fresh as the day they were written, still telling men's hearts of the hearts of men centuries dead."
-- Clarence Shepard Day, Jr., once-reknowned author, poet, artist, and outspoken supporter of women's rights
"My love for you is like the ocean: vast, volatile, and potentially deadly."
-- male cartoon character to his woman friend on a valentine card he's made for her
"The time to be happy is now. The place to be happy is here. The way to be happy is to make others so."
-- Robert Green Ingersoll (1833-1899), a Civil War veteran, political leader, and orator who presented what were then considered radical views on religion, slavery and women's suffrage
"For you shall go out in joy/ and be led back in peace./ the mountains and hills before you/ shall burst into song./ and all the trees of the field shall/ clap their hands."
-- Isaiah 55:12
"In the midst of movement and chaos, keep stillness inside of you."
-- Deepak Chopra, medical doctor, author and speaker, pioneer in the field of mind-body medicine and named by Time magazine among the "Top 100 Icons and Heroes of the Century" in 1999, "the poet prophet of alternative medicine"
"Question not, but live and labour/
Till yon goal be won,/
Helping every feeble neighbour,/
Seeking help from none;/
Life is mostly froth and bubble,/
Two things stand like stone:/
KINDNESS in another's trouble./
COURAGE in your own." --
–Adam Lindsay Gordon (1833–70)
While the "bad bunnies" referenced herein were conspiring by frauds and forgeries to pilfer way beyond grand larceny my personal and ACRInc funds and credit, as appointed volunteer JFAG (Jonesborough Fine Arts Gallery) Promotions Chairperson I was strategizing and enacting gallery/giftshop promotion outreach from home, despite critical crime-caused disabilities and basic survival dysfunctions, for the benefit of members and of Jonesborough environs socio-economically. It's shocking that any of the junkhead "perps" (bad bunnies) find amusement now (or then) in indefensibly two-faced and hypocritically criminal behaviors with such severely and widely detrimental consequences. That's why it's called "junk," I suppose.
As some are aware, I'm a dedicatedly productive and thoughtfully good-willedworker-investor-student-instructor-entrepreneur-colleague-neighbor, lifelong and educated early on by blessed family and friends who "set a high bar" by word and example ethically and professionally,
from a generationally wealthy and generously beneficent Union family totally taken by surprise by mercilessly underhanded and schemingly avaricious, criminally frigid psychopaths (most of them younger and less responsibly/knowledgeably mature, obviously, than me) that've included hypocritically two-faced, psychotically condescending "friends" to daemonically-deviant blood kin to insolently-incompetent defiant state/federal officials -- a very American story, historically, and sadly, that God has kept me alive --somewhat miraculously -- to tell coherently and completely....
I have never believed my physical appearance - ravaged now by age, naturally, and by massive bi-gender abuse, criminally -- to be the most significant aspect of my total being and earthly passage.
If you take something without the owner's permission, that's a crime./
If you never return it,/ you're eternally damned criminal slime./
This is not "breaking news"/ about "don'ts" and "dos."/
THOU SHALL NOT STEAL./ No appeal./ Selah./
My cash-purchased/solely-owned once-isolated, (hard-won) realized "dream" riverfront Virginia country minifarm home [1978-1998], where all four Grindstaffs visited for one overnight sojourn, was a (beautifully) dangerous place to live, work and play in many ways: e.g. practically, it was over half an hour from the nearest fire prevention station and emergency room or doctor; petty larceny, vandalism and trespassing by strangers had become somewhat common; environmental pests like gypsy moths proliferated; socio-economic evils of nearby metro DC seeped outward inevitably. No soberly sane, near-elderly, slight-of-figure single woman would choose to live a "public life" in that unprotectedly precarious circumstance and I didn't, by cautiously committed relocation planning. JonesboroughTennessee, preferably, provides the "comfort of numbers" in predominantly pleasant and palatable dosages, convenient necessities and effective pest control, the kind of cozy anonymity of over-populated cities like New York, historically wholesome and interesting atmospheric conditions, and comfortable affordability.
Sadly, the South's never-settled and ever-ugly confederate antagonisms and animosities, fester -- psychopathologically and often ('street' and 'scrip') druggedly drunken -- still like chiggers under the skin, perniciously and discordantly, into the exhilerating spirit, warmly heartfelt embrace, and stalwart stand by a majority of Franklinites once captured, conquered and enslaved by invadingly hostile CSA armed forces.
Backcountry Appalachian feuds and ties, and kinship inter-relatedness are legendarily complexly layered over contentious centuries of travel and turmoil. The Southern-bred American Civil War infamously exacerbated to torturous anguish and gory fatality divisions and loyalties fermented within families and small communities.
For example, the female individual I've referred to throughout these writings as "my best friend" and in person on occasion as "my sister," in accord with her requests to remain anonymous publically, is (now-widowed) Rebecca Leah Price Grindstaff who named me around the time of birth to be Godmother for her 60s-era out-of-wedlock daughter that became later my sole "Living Will/POA" heir (1997-2012), [Leesburg VA social services administrator and owner of an unrealized CC-affiliated 2008 or 2012 "dream" startup dinner theatre] (Mrs.) Leah Price (Grindstaff) Daily (on whom I have also lavished caring gifts of cash and treasure items, including wise practical/spiritual advice sought and received) -- who adopted the surname of her mother's later husband, Butler TN's Joseph Grindstaff, father himself post-marriage to one son Nickalous and now to two grandsons, who raised (in a notoriously dirt-and-cobweb-encrusted rental farmplace, now-razed) and supported Leah Rebecca from toddler to teen -- by then-married and now-remarried (to MA's attorney/judge and mother Diane Esser) Blacksburg
Virginia-published novelist/musician/professor/poet Pennsylvania-native Wilson Roberts (who has repeatedly referenced ACR as "a national treasure"), also father then and now to four sons by his first wife, [NC's] Sally, an outstanding artist in oils and watercolor. Rebecca's purportedly ever-Union/USA father's family goes back generations to American Revolutionary times in and around Rogersville TN. Her mother's Jervis family extends back to the Virginia mountains near coal-countryWise County's Big Stone Gap in the state that has prided itself as the "heart and larder pantry of the Confederacy" -- as distinct in separately superior Commonwealth identity from the federation of other states as Vatican City from Italy and the Euro-Zone.
Because, widowed and having taken a bargain-priced lump-sum ETSU "early retirement buyout" for years of office service, Rebecca -- whom my grandmother had treated decades past (1968), as "my best friend," to a memorably luxurious week-long, all expense-paid roundtrip air-tour/visit with me to her 57th Street Manhattan apartment -- complained of financial difficulties with life basics, I offered her the use as loans for emergencies during 2008 of two high limit credit cards in my name. On skimming statements later, I was surprised to note the charges were all for nonessential incidentals, including extravagantly expensive and casually unnecessary gifts to her wealthy mother-in-law -- eventually "maxing out" those accounts. On several occasions at her request, I took $1000 cash advances for her use -- in addition to still-unrepaid "emergency" cash loans of over $1000 from around Y2K, although she used none for necessary home maintenance or repairs like furnace/roof replacement and never made any monthly payments due on the totals borrowed -- for which I was docked punitive fees of well over $3000, nor did she market her abandoned "prime location," antique-stuffed (and disreparably unliveable) real estate despite multiple offers of qualified assistance.
Despite the hardships these laxities caused me in daily living and in "turning the other cheek," I replaced voluntarily her broken computer with the laptop she uses now. Months later, I purchased -- also as a "good will" gift -- a more expensive high-end one for her homelessly charity-dependent son, Nick (as his eldest youngster had broken accidentally his now-necessity for schoolwork), to whom I lent cumulatively-astounding cash amounts, recorded against his grandparents' court-embroiled legacy, for continuing upkeep essentials of himself and his small nuclear family.
As one of several disaffected offspring of an unschooled, mendicantly impoverished and criminally abusive fundamentalist preacher, Rebecca -- disfigured to facial pockmarks, and severely mobility-disabled, in childhood by untreated disease -- views such behaviors as signs of gullible idiocy (rather than beneficently-aware kindnesses) to be near-lethally raped and heartbreakingly exploited, in the meanwhile publically thanking via a separately-archived Facebook exchange (as they, with Leah's publically-recorded instigation and agreement, later explicitly and somewhat inexplicably threatened my life and health, precipitating again policing containment), my forewarned and "regrettably wrong," medical marijuana-treated "recovered alcoholic" half-sister Kathryn Miles Fenton (who meaningfully never reciprocated my thoughtfully-chosen and generously-abundant Christmas gifts or shared, as I did judiciously, any of her portion of our monetary legacy charitably either) for her understanding "friendship and support," of their true meaning and intention.
With unquestioned personal, if not financial, trust I had also listed Rebecca -- who was intermittently unable to restart functional telephone service here for me -- as my only alternative post-stroke contact/spokesperson
with local healthcare worker/therapists (whom she informed errantly, and without consultation or notice to me, that I didn't need or want any further residential assistance)and with some distant aquaintances (like Nashville TN's and Florence SC's Caroline Cooper Ross, since-resigned ACReditor/Board Member, who dismissed via email message, as did repeatedly Vernon Linam, the also Nashville-based Tennessee Protective Services rep, my detail complaints of Price family crimes as an irrelevantly insignificant "personal fight" and once referenced my semi-paralyzed, exhaustingly tedious means -- replaced thankfully with a commodiously comfortable showerseat now by restarted Jobo homecare -- of self-cleaning as "whore baths" and with Hank, since-retired ACR Internet Manager/Consultant, whom I kept apprised extensively on personal events and business developments thru a detailed record of retained "diary" emails) and with regional service agencies -- none of which checked on me in person during the harrowing 2011/2012 interim -- charged with supervision of my homecare following hospital release.
Her theft and forgeries of my personal (in an undetermined flurry of fully- recredited totals forged against First Tennessee Bank) and corporate checks (19 total in amounts ranging from $100 to $500 each drawn on Bank of Tennessee) commenced in March 2012 and extended with rising regularity and cost through September, when Bank of Tennessee intervened effectively with my assistive cooperation. Although I requested directly via email that Leah -- who, unbeknownst to me, studied formally Roman Catholicism to marry Jay with his church's sanctification and who never returned on request sentimental family heirlooms entrusted to her care, although I've salvaged a precious few from unforgiveably tragic travesties Virginia-originated -- use her POA to instruct banks involved to refuse any subsequent overdrafts presented, she did not honor that with either bank involved, adding later to the cumulative total bled out and to the near-lethally chaotic dysfunction of basically essential needs.
Back in 2009, Rebecca and her TennCare-dependent and FoodStamp-supported mother had asked, piteously, to borrow -- despite ample funds accessible to "Granny Price" from her late brother-in-law's estate, it later was revealed inexplicably -- against my recently-reclaimed credit $1500 to fund their farewell visit to a dying
sister of "Granny" far south of here -- Georgia, I believe -- which I did to repeated expressions then and later of gratitude from "Granny" (who proferred not even a homebaked cake or portable antique from her treasure trove on my subsequent birthdays in actively restitutive thanks) especially, although their promised repayment was so unjustifiably tardy (despite an undiscussed and timely lump-sum class-action defribulator settlement) as to incur ever-unreimbursed and exorbitantly compounded punitive fees and to cause two Court-ordered warrants of nonpayment to be served by local law enforcement at my back door and thereafter unanswerably insistent dunning notices to me by postal and telephone service. Of course, all of that derailed again my once-excellent credit history and raised unilaterally interest rates charged on any loans in my name and near-lethally further impaired my health from unaddressable stress syndromes.
Many of Rebecca's behavioral deficiencies and moral lapses mimic -- and may intimate -- the concertedly-concealed mental retardation of an early college-dropout, rather than the widely-suspected substance abuse ("a "psychopath" and "stone-cold junkie," as described trepidatiously in an email message later by Johnson City's Joanne Boyd, an also-fleeced mutual acquaintance) and has been for quite a few years, and a dealer (according to saved emails from a distanced relative).
It's disturbing in retrospect that none "in the know" warned me in any way against designating hardcore druggie "Scarlett" as my disability-required spokesperson and unsuspiciously-trusted 45-year-long "sister"-friend but even argued strenuously, as did her daughter and my then-heir -- Leah -- in saved emails, to my discomfitted communications for its continuance. (Similarly, over a decade past, no one warned of the habitually virulent alcoholism of the local Luray VA lawyer, who responded to my initial protests of the unconstitutionality of the Virginia Code under which I'd been arrested originally with "Well, I'm not going to take it to the Supreme Court," since-deceased Samuel S. Price -- an illegally-racist private Moose Lodge and criminally-surreptitious "brother" to my erstwhile trespassing then-husband -- recommended to me by then-retired Byrd newspaper employee and once-OSCR affiliate, Prozac-afflicted and now-deceased John Waybright.) An odd consequence of all this disruptively criminal dysdunction is two conflictually-abandoned, probably-unsaleable and condemnable, tax-delinquent houses (Butler and historic Johnson City TN) and their ample-plus and deleteriously-malmaintained furnishings, and a total dirth of cash and credit left to the principals.
Miraculously, my (weather-dependent) physical and financial situation has stabilized pleasantly and comfortably -- and sometimes delightfully -- since the close of our 2012/2013 holiday season. And i've become wonderfully spoiled by entertainingly fun and effectively efficient, regularly timely Jobo homecare. Pleasant social workers check in routinely also to ask if things are going as well in living arrangement as they appear to be! Lily has newly-familiar playmates who coo and woo to her!
Projects "in the works" now for this Year-That-Won't-Exist through September 2014 are....
[Note: I like/enjoy employing/exercising, in order more or less, of ACRInc arts and crafts: graphics, digital and other media; short fiction; creative non-fiction anecdotes; poetry; tech design; programming; explicative prose.]
write setting, action and dialogue for a "dark-side" creative non-fiction saga entitled Taking The Baby Route Out"
of the sadistically seductive snookering into fatherhood of naiively kind males with social status and monetary means by female desperados, taught as a generational family tradition, to escape impoverished and abusive home situations;
spray paint assorted seashells, brush on glitter paint, affix with glue contrasting buttons and beads, dried seeds and beans, arrange in festive bowl for holiday compote and/or add ribbon/rope/string for tree decorations;
write setting, action and dialogue for a "dark-side" creative non-fiction saga tentatively entitled Klan: Hell's Evil Closet wherein a deviously malicious "deadbeat" Virginia-Tennessee family interacts intimately with naiive northerners traveling through family territories;
Done -- 12/13
Done -- 12/13
Sue the Commonwealth of Virgina for malpractice in widely-witnessed and thoroughly-documented damage from all state-sponsored crimes against my personal property 1997-present;
transition ACRInc website content toward project-focused (rather than update-oriented) and formal/official annual-only post-2014 holydays-only updates;
complete -- 1/14
sponsor through ACRInc JRT's Shrek White Rabbit costume;
write an expandedly corrective creative non-fiction anecdote chapter for Chameleon entitled "Hazeled: Mother Reflections" about that most complicated, arguably, of intimate relationships -- with my same-sex parent;
design, organize and arrange"Mountain Mist Dalliance DigiTimes" -- hardcopy "coffee table" version of ACR digital-collage graphics collection from Misty Jazz Caprice Kaleide and Americana Mural Mall Arts Arrays;
initiated, 11/13 --
design, organize, code, and plaintext PDF-format transpose "The Leprous Lizard Files: A Sexo-Murder Mystery in Carthaginian Sonnetry" -- PDF book-format version of ACR 's Thrash Rock collection of poetry;
initiated, 9/13 --
Add Reading Rooms (Empire Encores, Travel Tweets, Air Anniversaire, XYZ Index) to Jazz Notes Visitors CenterSuper-multisection ;
Done, 10/13 --
design, organize, code, and plaintext PDF-format transpose Aischk! -- a book-format version of ACR Love Story Supersection poetry and 'tunes;
preliminarily in progress and continuing, 11/13 --
design, write, organize and code "The Commute Recollection" Chameleon Addenda-Chapter -- a comprehensive compilation of adventurously varied intracountry employment commutes via public and private transport;
Initiated, October 2013
design, research, organize and code "Pax Americana Retro Revival" -- a comprehensive compilation page/section of international highlights from ACR-archived 1996-2013 artworks;
Inscription: "S/he who dies with the most toys wins." -- Ole' Blue Eyes
In summary exposition, post-stroke since autumn 2010, amidst excruciating emotional anguish and physical agony, I've had well over 50k deviously diverted from critical rehabilation provision and siphoned unreimbursed without correction or apology from my accounts by brutishly inhumane fraud and brazen forgeries; compared to the over a million pre-stroke that's " small potatoes." As some are aware, I'm a dedicatedly productive and thoughtfully good-willed worker/investor/student/instructor/entrpreneur, lifelong, from a generationally wealthy and generously beneficent Union family totally taken by surprise by mercilessly underhanded and schemingly avaricious, criminally frigid psychopaths that've included hypocritically two-faced, psychotically condescending "friends" to daemonically-deviant blood kin to insolently-incompetent defiant state/federal officials -- a very American story, historically, and sadly, that God has kept me alive --somewhat miraculously -- to tell coherently and completely.... To radically understate the dismal case, our journey into CyberTime has not yet been anywhere close to a Finest Hour for Americans or for the legendarily famed USA Technological Titan of yesterdecades.
If you take something without the owner's permission, that's a crime./
If you never return it,/ you're eternally damned criminal slime./
This is not "breaking news"/ about "don'ts" and "dos."/
THOU SHALL NOT STEAL./ No appeal./ Selah.
write setting, action and dialogue for a comedic tragedy entitled Saving L'il Sordid wherein a Blackhoods Hollow family uncovers a plot to kidnap for ransom their community's iconic prize, a fully-preserved feudal mule mounted rearing on an axe-carved oversized tulip of debarked and stained hemlock, and thwarts the thieving scheme by snatching L'il Sordid themselves out from under the watch of its butched-out, mace-armed night-guard AwkEye Dandy and out into their MudMello Masonry mudwork tool van up the steep Peek-Ah-Choo railcar trail to Peak-Ah-Boo Mountain's hideaway cave in Crappie Ole', SC;
Inscription: "...strength for the fire/purified wine...."
finish finding "foster homes" for remaining former Gallery-resident paintings;
Preliminarily complete, and continuing, 6/13
~40 promised or let-out as of 4/2013, including 7-8 to JBO-Gray Public Library on a differentially revolving basis [for April: The Island, Sunshine**, Aliens, Shangrila**, StarWars, Phyla, TwinPeaks**]
and now in private collections [RainbowPeople, MandalaPuzzle, Islands, Wreaths, Faces, Mechanics, HighNoon, Pacmen, PatriotMissiles, FranklinFlag, HangingGardens, CoffeeCollage, Fireflies, StormyRiver, AngelAscendant; RiverSun*, StarCrescents*, Jewels**, Locusts**, HomeFields*, GoldenArk**, BlackMote*, ThaiTear**, SkySplotch**, CrossingBranch*, HelixI**, HelixII**, FlowerFall**, MistyRiver**, GoldVase**, DeepFish**, CrossCave*, NativeStorm**, SOFlag*, AfterRain**, FrancoFoil*, Alien**, Faceless, Tornado, Wrong'sRite, FlowerPower; plus others held personally]; **; 3 to Jobo Days Art Walk (Franklin Flag, After the Rain, Splotch!);part of the JBO Visitors Center August joint exhibit with former JFAG-member photographer Richie Hayward are: Franklin Flag, Folk Field Sunset, RiverBoat Gild, Patriot Missiles print, Spiders(Black/White), DeepWater Fish, Jewel in the Machine.
"Home -- that blessed word, which opens to the human heart the most perfect glimpse of Heaven."
-- Lydia M. Child (1802-1880), abolishionist, activitist, novelist, journalist, and poet who wrote extensively on justice issues for Native Americans, African Americans, and women
"Our life is frittered away by detail.... Simplify, simplify."
-- Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862), writer, dissenter, transcendentalist jailed for tax-resistance to the Mexican-American War and author of Civil Disobedience, arguing that conscience should be one's ultimate guiding light and influencing Gandhi and King
Meditations/prayers from Silent Unity's 2008 On Sacred Ground calendar:
"I am always in the presence of God, the presence of peace."
"The abundance of God is everywhere present and flows to me in fulfilling ways."
"I have instant access to the mind of God, and I am divinely directed in all I do."
"I am safe and secure in the presence of God."
"Through the life of God within, I am strengthened and renewed."
"With the love of God in my heart, I radiate peace to the world."
Original material c. A Country Rag, Inc. and/or Jeannette Harris, Jonesborough Tennessee, April 1996, 1997, 1998, 1999, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, 2013,2014. All rights reserved.