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My Writer’s Corner: What Do I Toss?

Toss paper

What do I toss today? My writer’s corner in our loft is in total upheaval. We’re packing to move and my computer desk and bookcase next to it held what I thought were my writing necessities and a few other incidentals. But really? Let’s look.

I opened up so many of my old writing journals and found poetry and ideas written years ago, but I didn’t finish many of those journals! What a waste! Probably twenty or thirty years ago, I decided to print my writing and had a spiral binder full, but now many of those poems and stories are all in books! So I tossed them, but I kept some poems I need to add to my new poetry series: Navigating Life’s Journey Through Poetry.

Just Another Square Dance Caller: Authorized Biography of Marshall Flippo's cover - toss

Proudly, I have a copy of each of my paperback books—a hardback copy of Flippo’s, Just Another Square Dance Caller: Authorized Biography of Marshall Flippo just for him. He wanted hardbacks, so I created hardbacks. In fact, it’s the only book I’ve written that has a hardback.

In which packing box will they end up in, I don’t know, but I remember opening the boxes with those original copies and bursting with proud! That first touch on the cover, then the flip through the pages and seeing my words in print overwhelmed me with joy.

A Time to Grow Up: A Daughter's Grief Memoir cover - toss

I remember one major mistake I made in A Time to Grow Up: A Daughter’s Grief Memoir. I forgot to have a copyright page, so I printed it up immediately on label-like paper and stuck it to the back of the title page! What a disaster that could have been.

Let Me Tell You a Story cover - toss

Today I thumbed my way through first drafts of each of my books with notes and revisions. I tossed them today. Why keep them? However, I did keep everything pertaining to my dad’s 75th birthday book, Let Me Tell You a Story, dating back to 1993. For some reason, I just couldn’t let go!

Occasionally, I have loved looking back at the first drafts of my books, feel the 8 ½ sheets of paper in my hands and marvel at the changes suggested by my writing group or editor. That’s one of the magical pieces of writing a book—the suggestions that turn into something magically. But, no, I closed my eyes and tossed all of them.

My motto this year because of this move is “Let go,” and it continues to come up! I dreaded packing up the my book stuff because I loved it so, but I decided now was the time!

What an amazing historical square dance library I have from writing Flippo’s biography! I have an amazing collection of books he mentioned when we were talking. In that collection, I have kept Bob Sumrall’s Do-Si-Do and Square Dancing Is Easy by Sam Justin in the cellophane wrappers they came in.

I gathered the following books and used them as resources:

  • Betty Casey, Dance Across Texas, University of Texas Press (1985).
  • Betty Casey, The Complete Book of Square Dancing [and Round Dancing], University of
  • North Texas Press (2000).
  • Bob Osgood, As I Saw It, Humbug Enterprises (2017).
  • Bob Sumrall, Do-Si-Do, (1949).
  • Jim Mayo, Step by Step Through Modern Square Dance History, (2003).
  • John W. Jones, Square Dance Fundamentals, Jones Street USA, LLC, (1970).
  • Lloyd and Dorothy Shaw, Lloyd Shaw and the Cheyenne Mountain Dancers.
  • Lloyd Shaw, Cowboy Dances, The Caxton Printers, Ltd. (1949).
  • Richard Severance, A Step in Time: The American Square Dance, (2018).

These books will remain in a box in storage and kept for sure.

Stan Jeffus scanned the pictures and articles in the scrapbooks Neeca made for Flippo and sent me a CD. What a resource that was! During our weekly talks, Flippo had the actual scrapbook, and I had Stan’s scanned pictures and articles in front of me on my laptop. So, we went through them together miles apart. They worked as sparks to our conversations with Flip telling stories connected to the picture or the article.

Also, this bookcase housed other stuff. I loved going through old photos—where did the time go? What fun Lin and I have had! Cruises, trips and more. I did toss some of the photos but kept any I felt I needed. I found one treasure I had already scanned—my granddad burning cactus during the depression and drought of 1934 because cattle could eat it then. Here it is!

Laurence Horner burning cactus - toss

To toss or not? I cleared out my computer desk. The bookcase next to it still has one and half shelves full. As I’ve wandered through my eleven-year writing career today, I almost choked up at all my writing—nine books! I never would have believed that twenty years ago I would have nine books and another on the way!

Let go!


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Can a Legend Be Forgotten? Keep Flippo’s Memory Alive

Marshall Flippo - legend

Can a legend be forgotten in five years? Can a square dance legend’s name be erased from the memory of dancers? Only if we let that happen, and I will not let it happen as long as I can sit at a computer and type!

What attributes identified this legend, Marshall Flippo to me?

A young Marshall Flippo in the Navy - legend

For one thing, when we met face-to-face the first time in Tucson, Arizona on October 27, 2017, Flippo spoke of his family then immediately told me about quitting school his senior year and joining the Navy at seventeen. His Navy career spanned four years in the South Pacific. After hearing his vivid description about the end of the war and all his experiences, I realized he had given the reader in this book a sizable birds’ eye view of what happened.  

Because I knew him later in life, his raspy Texan twang identified Flippo to me. When I wrote the book, I tried to capture his language for the reader because it certainly added a flair to the telling. Listening to his earlier recordings, Flippo had a clear, identifiable voice.

Often at a dance when we visited him, I enjoyed his outlandish sense of humor. In fact, when I was writing his biography, I can’t tell you how many people told me their favorite “Flippo Story,” and often it included humor.

While researching his biography, we only met face-to-face twice. I had forty hours of recorded interviews with Flippo. Often “our date” was on Tuesday at 1:00 PM. Lin, my husband, has said he knew I was talking to Flippo because of the laughter.

In fact, he wanted to start his book with a variety of different pieces. We finalized on a tribute to those who had helped him get started with his calling—and then his dirty joke a caller’s wife told him. When he shared it with me, Flippo chuckled and said, “Now you clean it up so we can add to the book.” So, I did!

If you attended any After Party at a dance festival where Flippo called, you experienced another demonstration of his sense of humor—hilarious skits! He loved to take on a persona and play it up to the max! You can see it in the following pictures:

Here’s a link to a trailer of his skits: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X8u90uFCL4w

One of my favorite song he pantomimed was I Don’t Look Good Naked Anymore.” How hilarious and fun!

Looking back over his many recordings, his amazing choreography and calling entertained thousands of dancers. When I was writing the book, I shared a chapter with my writing group one Monday. Marty, an astute writer asked, “Does Flippo do his own choreography?”

Shocked, I sat for a moment and replied, “I have no idea.” Flip (a nickname for him) and I had our weekly interview date on Tuesday, so I asked him the next day. This opened up a gigantic discussion, and he told me how he choreographed “The Auctioneer,” his premiere hit. He spoke with enthusiasm and joy! It was quite a feat—want to know how he did it? His choreography became a whole chapter, Chapter 20—Flippo’s Choreography.

Listen to a sample of The Auctioneer!

After all his involvement in CALLERLAB, he received six awards for his calling and participation in this organization he helped start!

So, have you forgotten him? Has this legend died in your area? Your square dance club?

Just Another Square Dance Caller - legend

Before the pandemic, I had lots of pre-orders for the book, Just Another Square Dance Caller: Authorized Biography of Marshall Flippo, but square dancing stopped in 2020. Festivals were canceled—places I planned on selling his book—Indio, California. CALLERLAB convention canceled

In 2021, specifically, I thought our festival in Albuquerque, Hot August Nights, was a go, so I loaded up on both formats—hardbacks and paperbacks. BUT IT WAS CANCELED! So, I ended up with surplus inventory!

In 2023, I went to the CALLERLAB convention in Reno, Nevada to sell his biography. I can’t tell you how many younger callers when asked if they knew Flippo, said, “No, who was he?”

Because Darryl Lipscomb helped at a booth next to mine, he retold a sad conversation with Flippo after he retired. Flippo told Darryl that once he retired, dancers and callers would forget him in a short time, three or four years. He retired in 2016. By 2023, it had happened. Therefore, I sold very few books there, so disappointing!

Being the eternal optimist, I returned to the CALLERLAB convention in Dallas, Texas the next year. Okay, Texas was Flippo’s home state, so come on—wouldn’t he still be known. Yes, more people knew him there, but still a vast majority had no interest in him, his book or the history this book chronicles.

Sadly, I have put out several major sales on his book over the last two years, and the response has been stunning—no sales! Some people buy his book on Amazon, but I’m talking about the copies I have.

So, here I am continuing to honor Flippo. When we started this project, he had one major request, “Don’t make me a hero!” This humble stance is exactly who he was! He never saw his position in the square dance world of mentoring many of our fine callers today. When the CALLERLAB began, Flippo was one of the original eleven, and he repeatedly supported the organization his whole career. Also, he began calling in the heyday of square dancing and continued into his late 80s, moving from live music, to recorded music to using a computer! So, this biography stands as a history book, too.

If you haven’t bought a hardback or paperback copy of his biography, now is the time. If you already have a copy, how about buying one for a friend. I have a special offer going on right now—

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The Town That Lost Its Soul!: A Modern Day Fable

The town that lost its soul - fable


I present a fable to you today about a town that lost its soul. What is a fable, you might ask? The most famous would be Aesop’s Fables!

Fable is a literary genre defined as a succinct fictional story, in prose or verse, that features animals, legendary creatures, plants, inanimate objects, or forces of nature that are anthropomorphized, and that illustrates or leads to a particular moral lesson (a “moral”), which may at the end be added explicitly as a concise maxim or saying.”

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fable#:~:text=Fable%20is%20a%20literary%20genre,referred%20to%20as%20a%20fabulist.

Dad reading to his son - fable

In a not too distant land and time, a town of empathetic people took care of each other. They didn’t agree on everything—religion, politics, means of earning a living—but they embraced tolerance and love. This town’s devotion to their neighbors went above and beyond their differences. The elders in this town helped raise Maria and give her the values she holds dear today.

Their work ethics of this town spoke loudly of the ideals that formed this country. The depression had shaped these values, and they passed those same ideas down to the next generation, Maria’s parents, but something happened. The next generation stopped believing in the deep morals and beliefs the previous generation had upheld. The town had changed!

Along with the erosion of their work ethics, this town’s deep allegiance to each other faltered. An outsider, a villain, came to town and divided this little town right down the middle. An alien stirring caused harm to lifelong friendships. Maria’s mom’s dear lifelong friend chose the opposite side and their relationship of decades ended for a time but rekindled before her friend’s death. Who had destroyed this town’s unity? An outsider, but many in the town joined him.

So Maria’s mom had to seek allegiance with some who conspired to isolate her from her mainstream friends. Yes, she disagreed with them on this new division in her beloved town, but was she duped? Because Maria’s dad had passed away, her mom felt isolated and alone. These people befriended her and filled her days. They spoke often of the ills of the “other” group, keeping her mom focused on the division.

Because Maria lived thousands of miles away, she felt gratitude to these people for befriending her mom. But the town’s division became more and more, and by the time her mom died, Maria believed them to be friends, supporters, like-minded people.

But always Maria felt apprehensive. So did her three sisters and three brothers! They believed in the town they grew up, not realizing it had decayed and lost its soul! As time evolved after her mom’s death, her younger brother and Maria moved closer to their hometown, and she saw something she had never seen before. Was her mom’s isolation self-imposed or generated to keep her alone and needy?

On a trip back to visit her beloved town, Maria’s ten-year-old daughter was viciously attacked by a dog owned by the people who had helped her mom. If her daughter had fallen in the attack, she would have died on the spot. Immediately, they blamed Maria and her daughter for the attack, saying her daughter trespassed in their yard. Her daughter ended up with a horrible twenty inch scar on her mangled leg and a noticeable limp do to irreparable nerve damage. Maria’s daughter died a two months later due to complications with the nerve damage. Maria’s world came tumbling down, so she pressed criminal charges. Her town she loved turned its back on her!

The stupidity of the local police of her hometown took over! They served the owner with the criminal charges on Christmas Eve. This added to the hatred this town felt for Maria and this whole incident. Then through a calamity of errors on the police’s part, they dropped the charges. Maria was left with no recourse for the loss of her daughter!

And on top of that, her brother who moved back closer was refused business by someone in their town because of the way Maria treated the owners! The way Maria treated the owners! Really???

A person’s heritage is not linked to a town or a place!

Can a town lose it soul? Yes, it can when it turns its back on one of its own! Throughout this whole nightmare, the owners of the dog never called to see how Maria or her daughter were—not one phone call. No one in the village called, texted or emailed. NO ONE! Not one person called to console Maria when her only daughter died, to offer their condolences. Not one! The town lost its soul and in her eyes died that day!

Fables teach us a truth and these famous ones from Aesop’s Fables are amazing:

Writing a fable can be a fascinating teaching tool. Try it! You might like it!

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Grief · My Thoughts · My Writing · poetry

Loss and Death: National Poetry Month Topics?

National Poetry Month - Loss

For so many years, poetry about loss and death has comforted the grief-stricken. So, this week for National Poetry Month, I’d like to look at that poetic topic.

On Thursday, I attended a Celebration of Life of a dear friend and saw the juxtaposition of joy and sorrow in real time. Poets have done that for years.

So that led me on Friday to select the poem, “When Death Comes” by Mary Oliver as the inspirational reading for my meditation group as I led it that day. My emotions still ran strong with attending yet another service for a loved one. As we get older, that seems to be the norm. And when I need consolation in poetry for strong emotions, I turn to Mary Oliver’s sensitive and powerful poetry.

When Death Comes

When death comes 
like the hungry bear in autumn;
when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse

to buy me, and snaps the purse shut;
when death comes
like the measles pox

when death comes
like an iceberg between the shoulder blades,

I want to step through the door full of curiosity,
wondering:
what is it going to be like, that cottage of darkness?

And therefore I look upon everything
as a brotherhood and a sisterhood,
and I look upon time as no more than an idea,
and I consider eternity as another possibility,

and I think of each life as a flower, as common
as a field daisy, and as singular,

and each name a comfortable music in the mouth,
tending, as all music does, toward silence,

and each body a lion of courage, and something
precious to the earth.

When it's over, I want to say: all my life
I was a bride married to amazement.
I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.

When it's over, I don't want to wonder
if I have made of my life something particular, and real.
I don't want to find myself sighing and frightened,
or full of argument.

I don't want to end up simply having visited this world.

—Mary Oliver

https://www.loc.gov/programs/poetry-and-literature/poet-laureate/poet-laureate-projects/poetry-180/all-poems/item/poetry-180-102/when-death-comes

My Response to “When Death Comes”

In response to this poem and our meditation time together, I wrote the following haikus. Remember that a haiku is a three-line poem with 5 syllables in the first line, 7 in the second and 5 in the third. Traditionally the third line should hold some spice, some punch. That’s why in my fourth haiku below, I provide three choices. Which one do you like the best?

When death comes, I want

To be astonished with it!

To run—shout for joy!


When death comes, I will

See Jesus and run to him.

He will hold me close.


Finally, I will be

Home at last—where my heart is!

Familiar faces!


No longer do I

Fear death. It’s the gateway there.

  1. I know many there.
  2. It’s dying I fear.
  3. My heart has been there.

Other Mary Oliver poetry about death and grief:

  • Love Sorrow from Red Bird
  • Ocean from Red Bird
  • No Voyage from New and Selected Poems
  • After Her Death from Thirst
  • A Pretty Song from Thirst

Yes, the topics of poetry span all of life and death. In my book, A Time to Grow Up: A Daughter’s Grief Memoir, I address the loss of my parents in poetry, especially my mom.

Here’s one of my poems dealing with her death:

I Want You Back! Or Do I?

January 27, 2014

I stand at that mysterious wall 
between life and eternity
and scream,
"I want you back!"

I pound my fists.
I scream!
I cry,
but nothing changes.

You slipped
through my fingertips.

I grasped.

You were here one second
and
gone the next!

Nothing I could do
would hold you.

Where are you now?
Sitting next to Jesus and Dad—
smiling
youthful
relaxed
happy!

I hope so!

I am earth bound—
held in place
by time and
my human existence!

I now know more,
realize there's more.
There has to be!

A small peephole
opened into eternity
at your death bed.

Surprisingly, a small kernel of hope was
born that day for me.

Life ended here for you
so quickly!

Your shell of a body
lay limp and lifeless
in that hospital bed.
I saw your last breath,
but I also saw something else
slight
faint

Relief for you!
A passing
A knowing
that you are gone
from here,
but will wait for me
there.

In my solemn, desolate space,
I will still cry,
"I want you back!"

But today I know
that
I don't want you back—

I want to join you
there!

Larada Horner-Miller, A Time to Grow Up: A Daughter’s Grief Memoir, (Horner Publishing Company, 2017), 193-195


Life, death and everything in-between—poetry addresses it all and comforts the soul. If any of you feel sorrow or grief today, I hope these verses touched your heart and gave you some solace and relief!

Finally,

do you have a favorite poem that addresses loss and death? Grief? Sorrow? Let me know so I can add it to my list!


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