Throwback Thursday - Baby Barbie Goes Fishing

This is me in 10th grade with my friend. I caught a fish…a Sheephead. On this trip I dove in the water at one point, went to stand up, and a catfish barbel sliced my big toe down to the bone. The cats get pretty big around here. This was taken off of Middle Bass Island in Lake Erie.

This is a photo of this pic as it appeared in my yearbook. I had the original hanging in my locker & someone from yearbook staff liked it so much that they surprise adopted it for the book. The funny thing is that my friend didn’t even go to that school.

Throwback Thursday - Baby Ballerina Barbie

Yes, I took ballet for a long time. Yeah, I was girlie…for a minute. I used to be able to bring my knee all the way up to my ear. All I can do now is the splits (not that I have much occasion to do them, just one of my many hidden talents).

Throwback Thursday - Baby Barbie Ballet Version

This is me in the the 2nd grade. I took ballet from when I was 3 up until I was in 3rd grade. I took it from the Cleveland Ballet, which is a pretty big deal up here because they’re a famous ballet school. I almost made it to their yearly production of The Nutcracker, but I quit right before I was eligible to be cast because we moved farther away from the school. If my mom ever shows you any of my ballet pictures, I’m sure she’ll tell you all about how I could bring my leg up to the side of my head and touch my ear with my knee. Sometimes she’d make me do it. How embarrassing…

Throwback Thursday - Baby Barbie

This is an oil painting of me that hangs in my parents’ dining room. I think I was about 5. I was a flower girl in a wedding, and the bride’s mother said I was the ‘prettiest little thing’ she’d ever seen. Honestly, I didn’t even know the bride or anyone in the wedding party. It was a family that hired the church I went to. They saw me one day at a service & wanted me to dump flower petals on the floor, I guess. That’s how Mom tells the story, anyway.

So, after the wedding, the bride’s mother asked if she could paint me. That was my dog, Tad.

Throwback Thursday - Baby Barbie & Skipper

That’s me on the left (the older one) and my little sister, Lizabeth. (OMG look at my hair!! LOL). I’m the oldest. I don’t know how old I am in this picture…has to be somewhere around 13. There are 11 & 13 years difference between my sisters and me. Mom made us get our pictures taken every year. I hated it. Still do. Mom used to make us dress up in the worst clothes ever, too.

Throwback Thursday Part 2 - Baby Barbie - High School (Most) Musical Senior Year edition

I was voted most musical my senior year. I play every instrument under the sun just about…still do. I played in a punk band, but went to a strict Christain school. See the red in the hair? That was as close to oddball hair as I could get without being expelled. It’s actually redder than the pic shows. Still, that got me close to suspended. (Plus, they hated my retro clothes, but I hated their dress code, so we were even). But chick bass players that can really rock are cool…and yes, I was the popular chick because of it (and the hair), so administration always took issue with me. ;)

(Dude next to me is Ben, my best bud and also played guitar in the band).

ProTip: Never run & jump off the stage with a solid body swamp ash battleship anchor like that Peavey T-40 bass.

Throwback Thursday Part 1- Untitled

I was boxing up my personal library when I found an old journal. I wrote this poem when I was a junior in high school. It doesn’t have a title, but it was inspired by a particular form of medieval dungeon called an “oubliette”, which means “forgotten place” or “place of forgetting”. Just to give you an idea of what, exactly, it is…it’s a specific type of chamber, usually in the deepest, darkest, remotest recesses of the castle or fortress and only accessible by a small, hidden hatch in the ceiling. It was a room specially reserved for prisoners that the captors either wished to forget themselves or wished to hide from the world to make the world forget about them (the most notorious being in Chillingham Castle and the Bastille).

A common feel of sorrows
and darkness of regrette,
A need to find a solace,
a desire to forgette.
The company of One,
a new-found place to start,
To relinquish fears and failures
in matters of the heart. 

The comfort of a stranger
turned into loving friend,
compassionate in eyes
with kindness in his hands.
Immutable fortress standing
keeps he my heart in chains.
He guards it, keeps it, hidden off
from worldly ills and pains.

In quest for love’s devotion
He sought me out that night, 
with motives safe and sable
that led me not to fight.
Abyss of endless depth
no other one can breach
To take my heart and break it
as only he can reach.

No longer lived in fear,
but willing, grateful debt
I have my peace and soundness
in you, my oubliette. 

Throwback Thursday: Baby Barbie

I was about 6 or 7 when this picture was taken. That’s my pony. I was 5 years old, helping my mom at the barn, when a man saw me working hard cleaning stalls. I had a birthday coming up, and he asked mom if he could give me a present. Thinking it was money or a stuffed animal or something, mom said, “Sure!”

The man looked at me and said, “Little girl, would you like a pony?” And there she is…the little girl and her little pony. 


Throwback Thursday Music

Patti Page - Old Cape Cod

This was my favorite song when I was a little girl. I’m 33 years old and there are plenty of modern alternatives for a child of the 80’s and 90’s to pick, but when I was growing up I wasn’t allowed to listen to rock n roll.

Mom and dad are both musicians. Mom has 3 music degrees, including a Masters. Dad is an engineer but plays out with his own band 4-5 nights a week. They’re a LOT looser now, but when I was a kid they were ULTRA religious conservative. I grew up Fundamentalist Baptist, if that tells you anything. Rock n Roll was the Devil’s music, even though Dad played ragtime and stride piano for fun at a 1920s throwback ice cream parlor. The closest I was allowed to get to rock n roll was the do-wop of the 50’s and some of the cutsie stuff of the 60’s. No British Invasion (except the Beatles…that was a given cuz Mom was a fan). Disco was OK cuz dad liked it, but anything else was taboo.

So, I grew up listening to everything else. I’m not complaining. I’m probably one of the only 33 yr olds out there that can tell you all about Patti Page, the Ink Spots, Dixieland, Gene Krupa, and all that jazz. I can and have played it all, and I’ve actually studied it and how it plays a roll in modern music. That makes me in-demand, and that’s how I pay my bills. I’m actually very fortunate to have had such a background in music.