(This doesn't really have anything to do with archives unless you count the connections with my former place of work, the Georgia Music Hall of Fame. But I still wanted to write it.)
I had the most amazing time last night. Georgia singer/songwriter Pat Terry gave a free concert at Macon's historic Douglass Theatre, the venue where Otis Redding and Little Richard got their starts. Johnny Pierce, editor of Baptists Today, invited Pat to perform in Macon, and I'm so glad he did!
I've listened to Pat's music since I was a kid; we had several of his Contemporary Christian albums at home. He sang three of my favorite of his songs last night, "I Can't Wait," "Home Where I Belong," and "That's the Way." (My former boss sang "That's the Way" at my wedding, so that one's very special to me.) But Pat's talents go beyond the realm of Christian music. He also sang several Country songs he has written through the years, songs that are better known in versions by other performers. These included "Help Me Hold On" (Travis Tritt), "Notorious" (Confederate Railroad), and "It's a Little Too Late" (Tanya Tucker). And he sang some things from his forthcoming CD, which I was able to pre-order. My only regret about the evening is that more people didn't attend the show, two fabulous hours of hearing Pat talk about his songs and then play them.
As people trickled into the theatre, I wondered if I would be the youngest person in attendance. After the show, though, I did see a kid who appeared to be about 12. (I have no idea if he knew who Pat Terry was or not.) I sat with several people from my church, and we chatted before the show. One of them asked me if I was "thirty yet." I laughed and told her I loved her, confessing that I'm almost 37. She was genuinely shocked and asked the lady next to her if she knew my age. That one said she would have guessed 32 at the most. Yay for sweet church friends! Our former pastor and his wife were also in attendance, having driven down from Atlanta. I got to visit with them after the show, so that was nice.
After the concert, Pat was happy to meet people and sign autographs. I chatted with him about having his song at my wedding and thanked him for his music and his time last night. We also talked about my former boss (FB) at the GMHF; they have met on a few occasions through the years. Pat asked about how FB was doing; he's had some health problems over the years. I thought it was cool that Pat remembered that. He was a genuinely nice guy, and I hope I'll get to hear him again sometime.
Friday, December 5, 2008
Monday, October 20, 2008
Brunswick Stew recipe (no bowling balls required)
Brunswick Stew
(from a friend who works for Weight Watchers, but you can't tell it's good for you!)
Ingredients
28 oz canned diced tomatoes
15 oz can cream-style corn
15 oz can whole kernel corn
1 10 oz. can Castleberry's BBQ Pork
1 10 oz. can Castleberry's BBQ Beef
1 10 oz canned chicken
1/4 cup barbeque sauce
2 Tbsp ketchup
4 oz frozen chopped onions (or 1/2 of medium onion, chopped)
Instructions
Open all cans and empty into a pot. Add remaining ingredients and stir to combine. Cook over a medium-low heat for about 30 minutes to an 1 hour. (Or put everything into a Crock Pot for a few hours until the onions are done enough for you.)
That's all there is to it!
(from a friend who works for Weight Watchers, but you can't tell it's good for you!)
Ingredients
28 oz canned diced tomatoes
15 oz can cream-style corn
15 oz can whole kernel corn
1 10 oz. can Castleberry's BBQ Pork
1 10 oz. can Castleberry's BBQ Beef
1 10 oz canned chicken
1/4 cup barbeque sauce
2 Tbsp ketchup
4 oz frozen chopped onions (or 1/2 of medium onion, chopped)
Instructions
Open all cans and empty into a pot. Add remaining ingredients and stir to combine. Cook over a medium-low heat for about 30 minutes to an 1 hour. (Or put everything into a Crock Pot for a few hours until the onions are done enough for you.)
That's all there is to it!
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Back in GA
Hi, gang! I'm too tired to post much about my San Fran trip and upload my pix, but I'll work on it over the next few days. It's good to be home.
Saturday, August 9, 2008
Friday, August 8, 2008
Tag - you're it!
Following up on http://superstarchivist.blogspot.com/2008/07/whats-nice-kid-like-you-doing-in-place.html, I now tag the following:
The Tinfoil Raccoon herself
Linda of Alone in the Archives
Juice at Tales from the Liberry
Colleen and her FBs
and Jill of Digitization 101
I'm looking forward to reading your stories!
L.
The Tinfoil Raccoon herself
Linda of Alone in the Archives
Juice at Tales from the Liberry
Colleen and her FBs
and Jill of Digitization 101
I'm looking forward to reading your stories!
L.
And now, the rest of the story
So, how did I end up as the Superstarchivist that you know and love?
Well... looking back, I can recall several signs that I would eventually end up working in a library/archives/museum. When I was young, I remember shelving the books in my family's hallway bookcase alphabetically by author one day. Also, as a pastor's kid, I spent a lot of time in our church library, and I sometimes matched up checkout cards with books that had been returned there. On my first trip to Washington, DC, I loved all the Smithsonian museums and the National Archives. (I was about 5.) But let's skip ahead a few years.
I had some wonderful teachers in high school and some that weren't so great. U. S. history was a major yawn for me, though, and I always thought somebody ought to know more about it than one particular teacher I had. (Bless his heart, as we say in the South.) When I went to college, it was a toss-up between majoring in English and history. At the time, I thought a career in archaeology might be fun, and I also remembered that poor teacher, so I went with history. My school teacher mother kept telling me to add on an education certificate, but I knew good and well I didn't want to teach.
Fast forward to my senior year. My history degree was coming to an end, and I still didn't have any definite career plans. Shorter also offered an anthropology minor at that time (I think my roommate and I might have been the only people ever to get them), and the anthro professor asked if I would proofread a finding aid for her. She was working on a local history microfilming project. I had been to the Georgia Archives twice for a historical research class but had never seen a finding aid. However, I'm vicious with a red pen (thanks for those genes, Mom!), and I love to edit. When I gave Dr. O her marked up finding aid, she said, "You'd make a great archivist - you have such an attention to detail!" A little light bulb came on over my head. Really? I could maybe do this in some way and get paid? Hmmm.
She helped me arrange a volunteer internship at the state archives, and I worked with a manuscript curator there for the entire month of August 1993. They were nice enough to give me a parking permit from somebody who was going on vacation and didn't need it. I worked on processing the records of the Pilot Club (founded in Macon, GA). I enjoyed meeting the archivists there and asked them what I needed to do if I wanted a job in their field. They all suggested getting an MLS.
Next stop: Florida State University, where I got my master's after taking a year off to work for the DNR. By the time I finished my degree and worked at FSU's London Study Centre for a semester, Georgia was in a budget crunch, and departments of state government were being closed. There was no way I was getting in at the state archives!
This is getting long, so I'll wrap up. Long story short (if it's not too late): I finally landed a job at the state music museum as music librarian/archivist. The rest, as they say, is history. And I love it.
Well... looking back, I can recall several signs that I would eventually end up working in a library/archives/museum. When I was young, I remember shelving the books in my family's hallway bookcase alphabetically by author one day. Also, as a pastor's kid, I spent a lot of time in our church library, and I sometimes matched up checkout cards with books that had been returned there. On my first trip to Washington, DC, I loved all the Smithsonian museums and the National Archives. (I was about 5.) But let's skip ahead a few years.
I had some wonderful teachers in high school and some that weren't so great. U. S. history was a major yawn for me, though, and I always thought somebody ought to know more about it than one particular teacher I had. (Bless his heart, as we say in the South.) When I went to college, it was a toss-up between majoring in English and history. At the time, I thought a career in archaeology might be fun, and I also remembered that poor teacher, so I went with history. My school teacher mother kept telling me to add on an education certificate, but I knew good and well I didn't want to teach.
Fast forward to my senior year. My history degree was coming to an end, and I still didn't have any definite career plans. Shorter also offered an anthropology minor at that time (I think my roommate and I might have been the only people ever to get them), and the anthro professor asked if I would proofread a finding aid for her. She was working on a local history microfilming project. I had been to the Georgia Archives twice for a historical research class but had never seen a finding aid. However, I'm vicious with a red pen (thanks for those genes, Mom!), and I love to edit. When I gave Dr. O her marked up finding aid, she said, "You'd make a great archivist - you have such an attention to detail!" A little light bulb came on over my head. Really? I could maybe do this in some way and get paid? Hmmm.
She helped me arrange a volunteer internship at the state archives, and I worked with a manuscript curator there for the entire month of August 1993. They were nice enough to give me a parking permit from somebody who was going on vacation and didn't need it. I worked on processing the records of the Pilot Club (founded in Macon, GA). I enjoyed meeting the archivists there and asked them what I needed to do if I wanted a job in their field. They all suggested getting an MLS.
Next stop: Florida State University, where I got my master's after taking a year off to work for the DNR. By the time I finished my degree and worked at FSU's London Study Centre for a semester, Georgia was in a budget crunch, and departments of state government were being closed. There was no way I was getting in at the state archives!
This is getting long, so I'll wrap up. Long story short (if it's not too late): I finally landed a job at the state music museum as music librarian/archivist. The rest, as they say, is history. And I love it.
My very own meme!
As avid readers (ha, ha, chortle, snort) of this blog know, I recently started a meme on how we got into this crazy business of librarianship/museumship/archivesship. I've spotted two replies so far:
http://tombrarian.wordpress.com/2008/08/08/how-i-got-into-this-mess/#comment-9459
http://learninglibtech.wordpress.com/2008/08/04/since-you-asked-what-im-doing-here/
And I've promised Tom that I will indeed tell my own story! I hope I can do that this afternoon.
L.
http://tombrarian.wordpress.com/2008/08/08/how-i-got-into-this-mess/#comment-9459
http://learninglibtech.wordpress.com/2008/08/04/since-you-asked-what-im-doing-here/
And I've promised Tom that I will indeed tell my own story! I hope I can do that this afternoon.
L.
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