Florida’s Bok Tower landmark enchants with beauty of music and secret gardens

  Published on  Published on 01/22/2013 by Susan Parcheta  

Make you the world a bit better or more beautiful because you have lived in it. ~ Edward W. Bok
Among the fragrant orange groves of Central Florida there’s a wonderful high-rise spot where carillon music filters through serene garden spaces; where visitors may wander among exquisite blooms,  gaze in reflecting pools at sky and trees, walk nature trails to the tune of singing birds and bells  — or simply sit in contemplation…‘and fill their souls with the quiet, the repose, the influence of the beautiful.’

This quiet place, rising above the bustle of modern-day Central Florida – the Bok Tower Gardens – is a national historic landmark. It’s a 250-acre sanctuary of pleasant gardens and signature 205-foot tower of pink and gray Georgia marble and coquina shell stone which houses a 60-bell carillon. The Bok sanctuary and Pinewood Estate was dedicated in 1929 by President Calvin Coolidge.

Known as the Singing Tower, this place held a magical spot in my memory. No, not because I’d been there; it was because I hadn’t been there. My only thread of connection with the Bok Singing Tower was a distant, but persistent memory — an image that would remain in my mind for decades – an image on one of those antique style post cards.

My grandparents wintered in the Bradenton area for many years. They’d always send home enticing post cards with pictures of orange groves or palm trees, or shells and ocean beaches or flamingos and cypress swamps. Once they sent a postcard of The Singing Tower.

“What is a singing tower? I’d wonder. Well, I tucked the image into my memory bank. “One day,” I vowed, “I’ll go visit this Singing Tower.”

Bok Tower Reflecting Pool

My family never traveled to Florida to visit my grandparents, like my other cousins did. After all, there were five of us; and that would be a major undertaking. One January, when I was in my teens, we finally planned to go; but then a cousin, who was my age, died suddenly. So the Florida trip died, too. Perhaps I wouldn’t have seen the Singing Tower; but somehow it remained on the backburner of my mind.

Do you hear the people sing? Go tell it on the mountain!

Published on 01/01/2013 by Susan Parcheta 

Gratitude flows from the recognition that who we are and what we have are gifts to be received and shared.”  — Henri J.M. Nouwen

Do you hear what I hear? Carols of Christmas ringing into the New Year…

A song, a song, high above the tree, with a voice as big as the sea. Go tell it on the mountain….over the hills and everywhere.

A new song resonates carol-like with me during this Twelve Days of Christmas, while gliding into the New Year toward the celebration of Epiphany:

Do you hear the people sing, singing the song of angry men. It is the music of a people who will not be slaves again. When the beating of your heart echoes the beating of the drums, there is a life about to start when tomorrow comes. 

The days from Winter Solstice, the longest night of the year, and the twelve days of Christmas are a naturally reflective time. Always the spirit of solstice is to usher in the light, making our own spirits brighter with ever longer daylight.

Moon of wintertime, ushering in the New Year

And, always this time casts its magic for me, as I imagine wonderful possibilities, in anticipation of the New Year. It’s a time of transformation. With each calendar day comes renewed hope for peace to break out across the planet. On Christmas Day we pray for peace for people everywhere…to see the star, to dance joyfully with the winter aurora, to find goodness and light in their dreams.


Christmas Day 2012 held its own magic. It was the first time my siblings and spouses had no other familial obligations. While we had a large family gathering planned the weekend after, on Christmas Day we discovered we were free – all but one brother who was flying in that day. We’d meet when he arrived.

The much anticipated movie, Les Misérables,was opening in theaters Christmas Day. We decided it would be fun to spend the afternoon together while waiting, experiencing some sibling togetherness and this amazing film.

Director Tom Hooper [The King’s Speech] set out to create a big screen version of the beloved musical Les Misérables, which told  Victor Hugo’s tragic 19^th Century French tale of  redemption of prisoner Jean Valjean.

'Writer’s pen’ works magic, creating unique bond for grandfather/ granddaughter author duo

There’s always a bit of magic in the writer’s pen. Michigan mystery writer Rich Baldwin discovered it long ago, when he began writing his series of mystery novels, starring the amiable detective Lou Searing, who also happens to be Baldwin’s alter ego.

Author Rich Baldwin with granddaughter Hannah Hoffmeister's novel, Ava. The poster is book cover for Rich's latest mystery, Murder at the Cherry Festival

Now 13 novels later, and just as many years, the magic of the writer’s pen seem to have sparked a love of writing and a similar novel quest in his granddaughter, Hannah Hoffmeister.

The magic, in this case, is that Hannah’s novel series depicts the fantasy world of 13-year-old Ava Popolis. Magical, too, is the fact that Hannah’s first novel in the Dream Ring Series was published when she was just 13 years old.

ies) begins on the heroine’s 13^th birthday, when she learns that her mom is a witch.  As quickly as Ava celebrates turning 13, her world just as quickly turns upside down.  Ava’s mom informs her that she and best friend, Victoria, are both witches.  The two young teenagers must now go away to school on the far off planet Neptune.

Along come many adventures at the school for aspiring witches, including encounters with Widdiworm, an evil sorcerer. In Book One, Ava describes the fantastic tale of her first year at this other-worldly school.

Book Two, Widdiworm, finds Ava and Victoria back in school for their second year, facing more challenge and adventure due to the sorcerer Widdiworm. In Book Three in the series, Victoria, Ava’s challenge is to find Victoria, who is gone, and get her back. Training at the Battle School for Advanced Witches and Wizards, Ava comes up with a dangerous plan to rescue her best friend.
The writer’s bond between Rich Baldwin and Hannah Hoffmeister is evident, when Hannah notes in her acknowledgements for Ava, “Thank you Grandpa Baldwin, who has never left my side in my development as an author.”

If magic can ride moonbeams, then both grandfather and granddaughter are riding high. Hannah recently won second place in the Moonbeam Children’s Book Awards in the category of Years Best Book Written by Someone Under 18 Years of Age. 

Echoes of Appalachia: MSU Artist in Residence Elizabeth LaPrelle brings music of the mountains to Michigan

The gales of November may be whistling winter tunes in your ear, but there’s a perfect antidote.

Elizabeth LaPrelle (photo by Mike Melnyk)

Riding on the winds of Appalachia, the sweet sounds of Elizabeth LaPrelle’s mountain music -- ballads of the Blue Ridge -- are floating through the breeze in East Lansing, Michigan this week.
As artist in residence Nov. 12-18 at Michigan State University Residential College in the Arts and Humanities, the young singer will perform at several venues, including:
At 3 p.m. on Wednesday, November 14, A Conversation with Elizabeth LaPrelle in C303 Snyder-Phillips Hall:
“LaPrelle will give an afternoon talk about Crankies, or scrolls that she hand makes with her friend, Anna Roberts-Gevalt. They sew, papercut, or print the scrolls with  illustrations of stories and ballads. When a crank is turned as you sing or speak, the pictures advance with the narrative. LaPrelle will talk about the process of making Crankies, how the visuals aid in storytelling, and answer questions.”
At 7 p.m. on Wednesday, November 14, Elizabeth LaPrelle will perform in the RCAH Theater  for The Center for Poetry Fall Series.
Double your pleasure, when  Elizabeth will be joined by her mom, Sandy LaPrelle, at  two weekend concerts.   

Sandy and Elizabeth LaPrelle

At Noon Friday, November 16 a concert (Free) in the showroom at Elderly Instruments , 1100 North Washington, Lansing, MI
On 7 p.m on Saturday, Nov. 17 at the Hannah Community Center at 819 Abbot Rd. in East Lansing (suggested donation $10, $5/students) for an Evening of Appalachian Music and Poetry, a benefit concert.
On Sunday Nov. 18 - Elizabeth will conduct "A Musical Workshop" from 2-4 in room C-204 at Snyder Hall on the MSU campus.
It’s a rare opportunity to hear authentic mountain music, sung as it was a hundred years ago, with many familiar folk songs that have stood the test of time.
Here’s a blog I wrote after meeting Elizabeth and Sandy LaPrelle in 2008. The duo enjoy coming up to Michigan for the summertime Great Lakes Folk Festivals, held in East Lansing.

Songs of Appalachia: Elizabeth LaPrelle and the Crooked Road Revue bring mountain ballads to the Great Lakes Folk Festival
By Susan Parcheta (for MichiganCountry.com  2008 and livingstontalk.com, now archived at  thelivingstonpost.com)

Elizabeth LaPrelle sings ballads of The Blue Ridge

Imagine a pleasant  summertime journey…walking winding crooked roads,  exploring the nooks and crannies of the glorious Blue Ridge Mountains of southwestern Virginia.
Think of music in the air…music that  travelers of the beautiful crooked roads might be singing. Songs like: Fly Around My Blue-Eyed Gal or  Over the River Charlie . Or maybe join in on a favorite childhood lullaby, Whole Heap A Little Horses, as you stroll along … or  Sweet Roseanne. Then pick up the pace a bit with Sail Away Ladies, Sail Away.
Think Appalachian mountain tunes…authentic to the sonorous voices of a hundred years ago.
Wind down that lovely road with  Elizabeth LaPrelle and the Crooked Road Revue, one of a select number of groups being highlighted at the East  Lansing, Michigan Great Lakes Folk Festival this weekend August 8-10.
Enjoy foot stompin’… banjo strummin’ … acapella singin’ in the traditional mountain way…the way the songs were sung in old-time mountain style. The Crooked Road Revue spans the generations, from 61-year old guitarist Wayne Henderson to 20-year-old LaPrelle.
As Henderson told Mike Hughes of the Lansing State Journal, “For a young person to sing those old songs so beautifully is really surprising.”
Old-time ballad singer Sheila Kay Adams says, “Anyone can learn the old ballads. There are numerous collections in libraries and books that are available on-line.”
“But,” she comments, in describing LaPrelle’s enchanting touch to the music, “Elizabeth is interested in the feel, the sound, the ornamentation of these songs. She is, in my opinion, one of maybe a handful of young singers able to capture the rhythm, the intensity, the breaks and sighs, that make this style of singing authentic.”
“The only problem I have while listening to Elizabeth,” she adds, “is that I’m always listening through tears. She reminds me so much of my older relatives – the same profound feeling for the ballad, yet with such a clear voice.”
Say’s Elizabeth ,  “I grew up surrounded with all kinds of music. We had lots of singing around the house, children’s songs, folk songs, ballads, popular songs, silly songs that we made up, anything that we wanted to do. My mother came from a musical family and was a little more serious about her singing. She loved singing with us, but she also performed with concert choruses and traditional groups.”
Elizabeth’s mom, Sandy, sometimes accompanies her daughter in concert. And, often, she’ll find herself being called up on the stage…like the time Elizabeth sang with Garrison Keeler when Prairie Home Companion radio show did a show in Virginia.
Elizabeth and Sandy carry on the legacy of the authentic mountain tunes. “At the time they were recorded,” Elizabeth explains, “most folks singing the old songs in the traditional way were very old, and the voices that could reputedly sing to be heard from ridge to ridge had lost some of their power. I try to sing ballads the way these folks and their ancestors might have sung when they were my age. I also try to sing with the emotion that I feel when I listen to the stories and poetry in the songs.”
“Right now I am balancing my performance schedule and my classes at the College of William and Mary,” she says. She manages a few concerts and appearances throughout the year.
Last year she traveled on the West coast tour with the Crooked Road Revue. This assembly of artists, organized by the National Council for the Traditional Arts, represents musicians from the real Crooked Road…a stretch of US Highway 58 winding 200 miles through the mountains and valleys of LaPrelle’s  home corner of Southwest Virginia.
In any case, there’s magic in the air there…musical magic from down the generations of rural Appalachia.  Elizabeth LaPrelle captures that tuneful mountain magic, now available on her CDs  Rain and Snow and Lizard in the Spring.
Listen awhile, and you’ll find yourself whooping it up along with her, as she  trips along with finger shappin’ Liza Up a Simmon Tree: You know, the one that goes….
Whoopty Liza pretty little gal.
Whoopty Liza Jane.
Whoopty Liza pretty little gal
A’ridin’ on that train.
Links:
Elizabeth LaPrelle at Old97Records.com
Clip of LaPrelle’s “East Virginia”
Elizabeth’s Great Lake Folk Festival Venue and Schedule
Elizabeth LaPrelle in her own words
New Notes and Links:
MSU Residential College of Arts and Humanities Center for Poetry Fall Series Elizabeth LaPrelle
A Conversation with Elizabeth LaPrelle  at MSU
Elizabeth LaPrelle website
Read all about the Crankies at Anna and Elizabeth’s website
My blogspace at The Livingston Post (Yesterday’s Coffee, Tomorrow’s Muse) with my original article about Elizabeth LaPrelle and the sweet songs from the Blue Ridge Mountains
For a beautiful article about Elizabeth and her music in the William &Mary AlumNews, read the words of  Alexandra Hart.
Author's Note: Elizabeth LaPrelle was interviewed by Noah Adams of National Public Radio on Sunday, Dec. 2, 2012. It's a wonderful interview. Once you hear her sing the original mountain tunes of the Blue Ridge, the way they're meant to be sung, you'll be tapping your feet away and quite addicted to the beautiful music of Appalachia. 
NPR Interview: 'Elizabeth LaPrelle: Carrying On The Appalachian Tradition

(Published Nov. 13, 2012 in The Livingston Post)

Ebenezer': Williamston Theatre’s Christmas journey of the heart

 

WOW. Ebenezer.
Michigan playwright Joseph Zettelmaier needed only one word for his premier script about Ebenezer Scrooge – the rest of the Dickens tale A Christmas Carol – simply, Ebenezer.
WOW:  The one word that popped to mind after the first preview show at Williamston Theatre, in Williamston, MI.
Now playing through Dec. 23, Zettlemaier’s Ebenezer  in a one-word phenomenon. A phenomenal play, destined to become a Christmas classic. That was the consensus of  the audience, those folks who always come to test the waters of the latest WT play, and enjoy the after-show discussion with playwright and director.
They left the theatre that night floating in a bubble of WOW.
Here’s my take on it. WOW: Wisdom, Originality, Wonder. That’s how I’d fill this orb of  Ebenezer WOW.
Wisdom. I loved the wisdom of Ebenezer, played by veteran actor Arthur J. Beer. I didn’t know what to expect from this play, only what I’d read in the WT description:
It’s a cold Christmas Eve in London, and Ebenezer Scrooge sits in a hospital room. Fifteen years have passed since his miraculous transformation by the Ghosts of Christmas. Now renowned for his generosity and selflessness, his spirit still yearns to bring cheer to the world, but his flesh is weak. Such a little thing isn’t likely to stop the old man, though, for he has a plan up his sleeve that he hasn’t shared with his two troubled companions – Miss Poole [played by Alysia Kolascz], and Tim Cratchit [played by Joseph Seibert], recently returned from war in America. Over the course of the evening, these two lost souls bear witness to events they do not fully understand as the spirit of Christmas descends on Ebenezer once again.
The wisdom of the life and times of Ebenezer Scrooge, deftly woven throughout, rings true for our 21^st Century times, as well, we discover.  In that sense, Zettelmaier’s work will surely become a favorite Christmas classic.
Originality.   I’ve enjoyed all of Zettelmaier’s plays at WT, but  was amazed at the delightfully fresh and engaging originality of the story that he spins out,  with these three great actors in the intimate space of the hospital room on stage.
If you wanted to create a sequel for the Ebenezer Scrooge classic, what would you write? I can’t imagine any more pleasing way than what Zettelmaier has written, in combo with superb direction by Willamston Theatre Executive Director John Lepard, and perfect casting.
Wonder. This is where the wonder comes in. Ebenezer  is a magical sequel to the Scrooge story, portrayed by wonderful actors in a magical setting…complete with a feel-good ending that brings   Scrooge’s  journey  full circle and leaves its magical imprint on your heart.
The light-heartedness goes with you, as you step out the WT door, feeling optimistic about humanity. The spirit of Christmas -- Ebenezer reminds you -- is a spirit of wonder you can bring to life every day.
I CAN imagine that Joseph Zettelmaier’s  Ebenezer,  after its World Premiere at Williamston Theatre,   will  WOW audiences for many Christmases to come.
Showtimes:
Thursdays, Fridays and Saturdays at 8pm; Saturdays at 3pm; Sundays at 2pm
Thanksgiving weekend: Friday, Nov. 23 @3pm and 8pm; Saturday, Nov. 24 @3pm & 8pm; Sunday, Nov. 25 @2pm
For ticket prices, and to order online: Williamston Theatre website
Article Links about Williamston Theatre and Ebenezer:

Q&A: ‘Ebenezer’ playwright imagines life after ‘A Christmas Carol’
Lansing State Journal: Old Ebenezer comes to Williamston stage
Broadway World: Williamston Theatre presents Ebenezer, World Premiere
Scrooge Part II (Lansing City Pulse)
Encore Michigan: Hope Triumphs in Zettelmaier's Christmas Tale
The Livingston Post...blog by Susan Parcheta recaps WT 2012-2013 season schedule:
Williamston Theatre: How do I love thee? Let me count the ways...
Lansing Online News : "Ebenezer" creates future holiday classic
Christmas 2012 Williamston Theatre Update:

Director John Lepard  reprises his own Christmas classic: "This Wonderful Life" --his award-winning one-man show with all the beloved characters from the mythical Bedford Falls, after Frank Capra's film, "It's a Wonderful Life." Lepard wowed audiences in 2009 with his endearing performance as George Bailey and all the townsfolk. Due to popular demand, he brought "This Wonderful Life" back to Williamston, last season, receiving more acclaim.  
Theatre goers may once again enjoy this fantastic show for eight performances,  Dec. 21-31 at the Tipping Point Theatre in Northville, MI.  Click on  Encore Michigan announcement for showtimes and prices
Encore Michigan: Everyone will appreciate the inspired work of Lepard, whose masterful performance gives life to a whole town full of people and brings a smile to your face along the way.

 My blog about "This Wonderful Life" from last Christmas:

John Lepard's 'wonderful life' resumes: The actor energizes Williamston Theatre stage in encore performance of a magical Christmas classic

  Published Oct. 22, 2012 in The Livingston Post

October skies surprise

By Susan G Parcheta

A single sunbeam is enough to drive away many shadows. ~ St. Francis of Assisi

Golden sassafras glows, inspiring memories

Leaves of scarlet, gold, vermilion drift down from sun-glazed maples and sassafras.  Gratitude fills my heart for this annual show of wonder.

October skies surprise sometimes. Shimmering, soft columns of late afternoon light filter beams of memories of last year’s autumn days.  Like a scampering squirrel darting through life, I gather them up to tuck safely away like the acorns that plop, bounce and tumble pell-mell into the garage from tall oaks nearby.


I hear the acorns drop.  Walking to the mailbox on this October day, I’m reminded.  I’ve been here before – on an ordinary day that turned into extraordinary, by the mere act of getting the mail.  Smiling, I glance across the road to the neighbor’s drive. I can still see her there, the tawny-striped kitten that sweetly meowed, looking straight at me, as if she owned my heart. Somehow, I knew she and I would share a journey.

I’ve heard of close encounters of the angelic kind, never imagining it could happen to me.

Last October, I tuned in to a calling that I hadn’t expected.  Always, I’ve loved the stories of St. Francis of Assisi, the patron saint of animals. October 4 is the Feast Day for St. Francis in the tradition of the Catholic Church.  While I’m of protestant upbringing, I’ve a great reverence for the saints among us.

The life of St. Francis is exemplary in his passion for all things beautiful, for Nature and all God’s creatures. The Prayer of St. Francis is one of humanity’s favorites; and truly he was one of the great luminaries of all time.

A year ago in October, I tuned in more than ever to the heart of St. Francis, as I found myself nurturing back to health – or so I thought – this brave stray kitten who’d adopted us.  Her ginger personality matched her gold and creamy stripes.

October skies surprise me with memories, of a tiny kitten with a giant heart of gold…

Storms of Autumn: Embracing Winds of Change

By Susan G Parcheta

The little reed, bending to the force of the wind, soon stood upright again when the storm had passed over.  ~ Aesop

Before Hurricane Sandy took a sharp left turn into the New England states, I’d been thinking about autumn in the traditional sort of sentimental way we tend to think about autumn. Specifically: its beauty.

There is a beauty to each season. There’s a cyclical beauty that resonates internally, as we look forward to the transforming of one season into the next.

One day, I’m thinking about the wonder of the autumn winds on a day when the last remnants of leaves flutter down from trees. Always, it’s the same transformational time.  Autumn winds blow. Leaves fall. Leaves pile up on yards and walkways. Kids jump in them. Dads and moms rake them up and blow them away.

It’s a ritual that anyone who grows up in a state with seasons finds emblazoned in their memories --  enough that they might be tempted to send a box of autumn leaves (as someone I know did )to a transplanted friend in a far southern state.

On this day, the sound of a warm autumn breeze caresses my heart, as the gentle wind touches my face. Shuffling along through crunchy layers of leaves on walkways perks my spirit. The rhythmic flow of my feet swishing in leaves comforts.  The fragrance of autumn fills my soul with gratitude. I breathe easy; I’m relishing the out-of-doors; life is good.

I find that I’m experimenting with tuning in more to the nuances of the seasons.  I’m learning to appreciate the singular beauty that each season offers in succession: Autumn, winter, spring, summer.