I Don’t Like Change!

We Canadians have proudly drawn a line in the sand.  Do not change our song!  Wow, are we finally moving away from our usual (and sometimes painful) politically-correct-at-any-cost stand?

For those who may not have heard the rumblings for the past two days, it was suggested that our national anthem be changed to be more gender neutral.  Our government proposed changing “in all thy sons command” – to the original version (written in 1880), “in thou dost us command”.  Ya, cause that just rolls so naturally off the tongue for us in the year 2010! Pfft!   I was going to say here that we Canadians have been singing those words since the beginning of time but then I read that O Canada replaced God Save the Queen as Canada’s national anthem in 1980. Wha…1980?! Yes, to some of our young readers that may seem like the beginning of time but not to me. To me, that wasn’t very long ago at all.  So they made a big change back then.  I’m all for gender equality but I guess I don’t like change.

I don't like change sound bite

Wow, I never thought I’d ever have something in common with Stewie from Family Guy, but I can relate!   I’ve been trying to figure out what it is about change that I don’t like.  It’s hard.  That’s one thing  I suppose.  Change is not always easy even though it may be necessary sometimes.  I like comfort and change can take me out of my comfort zone.

“I’m all for progress. It’s change I object to.” Mark Twain

I hear ya Mark!  I used to laugh at older people who seemed to be stuck in their ways.  Have I become one of those people?

Then I found an article in the Scientific American which said “Personality can continue to change somewhat in middle and old age, but openness to new experiences tends to decline gradually until about age 60.”

Gasp! So my resistance to change is a tell tale sign that I’m *gulp* middle aged.  Well that’s it.  I am announcing to the world right here, right now that I am officially open to change.  Bring it on world.  I can take it.  I will just flow with whatever new changes you send my way.  Starting…tomorrow.

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Good Ol’ Southern Yarns

Bonnie Johnson's PostI’m not sure why, but I’ve long been drawn to stories that take place in the South;   Mississippi, Tennessee, the Carolina’s, Georgia, etc.  It may have begun years ago when I first read “The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn” by Mark Twain.  I don’t raahtly recall.  Yuh see even as ah write this the voice in muh head is speaking with a slow southern drawl y’all.  This is what happens whenevuh uh get into a really good southern story as uh am raaht now.

Here are a few examples of good southern writers or stories that took place in the South that are sure to bring out the southern drawl in your head:

To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee
The Secret Life of Bees by Sue Monk Kidd
Anything written by Barbara Kingsolver (She lives in Virginia now so she counts)
Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe by Fannie Flagg
Anything written by David Sedaris (He grew up in Raleigh, North Carolina and he has the accent)
Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil by John Berendt
Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood by Rebecca Wells

Ahh looky here, ah done gone on and on and plum near forgot muh point. (The voice in my head is now less refined southern and with a little more “country” southern drawl)

The HelpI’ve just begun reading another wonderful southern tale.  The book is “The Help” by Kathryn Stockett.  This is Kathryn Stockett’s first novel.  I’m about 1/3rd into it so far and I am truly impressed by her writing style.  She has me so involved in the story I don’t want to do anything else but keep reading.  It took everything I had to tear myself away from it to write this post!

This review describes the book best:
“Set in the rural South of the 1960’s, The Help is a startling, resonant portrait of the intertwined lives of women on opposite sides of the racial divide. Stockett’s many gifts – a keen eye for character, a wicked sense of humor, the perfect timing of a natural born storyteller- – shine as she evokes a time and place when black women were expected to help raise white babies, and yet could not use the same bathroom as their employers. Her characters, both white and black, are so fully fleshed they practically breathe – no stock villains or pious heroines here. I’m becoming an evangelist for The Help. Don’t miss this wise and astonishing debut.”
–Joshilyn Jackson, Bestselling author of Gods in
Alabama

In the novel Stockett writes:
“If chocolate was a sound it would have been Constantine’s voice singing.
If singing was a colour it would have been the colour of that chocolate.”
I love that!

I know it’s risky to recommend a book without having read the whole thing, but even if it all went “south” from the point I’m at now (which I highly doubt) it would still be worth the read.

Now uhm fixin to get back to muh novel y’all.
miss bonnie2

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