Thursday, April 26, 2012
Making Arrangements with Dr. Ted Estess
Yesterday evening, many members of the Friendswood library community gathered to hear Dr. Ted Estess, founding Dean of the honors college at the University of Houston, read stories from his fine book The Cream Pitcher: Mississippi Stories. These stories reflect upon the lives of the Estess family in the region of the Cream Pitcher of the Mississippi, or Walthall County, Tylertown, Mississippi. Dr. Estess read stories The Cream, Clabber, and Whey of Everything, Making Arrangements, along with other wonderful family stories. One audience member commented that these stories felt just like her own family stories, and that Dr. Estess really knew how to express them in a meaningful way. Dr. Ted Estess is also a scholar on the works of nobel laureate and author of Night, Elie Wiesel. The Friendswood Public Library hopes to have him back to share his knowledge on Elie Wiesel sometime in the not too distant future.
Monday, April 23, 2012
It's in my DNA by Kay L. Cox
I come from a long line of women
devoted to fabric and needlecraft. Some
of my earliest memories are of my mom sitting at a small metal black Singer
sewing machine, her foot on the floor pedal and her hands pushing fabric along
under the needle. My grandmother seemed
to have an embroidery hoop attached to her lap and no daughter or granddaughter
married without a hope chest of beautifully embroidered cup towels, table
cloths, napkins and pillow cases.
My aunt, her sister, did the same and
they both created most of their own daughters’ wardrobes. Both sisters loved fabric and since my mom
didn’t drive, they were thrilled when I got a hardship driver’s license at 14
and could deliver them to the grand opening of the Gem fabric store in north
Austin, the first store in Austin to specialize in fabric and notions for
sewing and needlework. Previously fabric
was only available at department stores downtown. They loved walking among the rows of bolts of
fabric standing on end, checking the prices and running attractive fabric
through their fingers, testing its weight and feel.
In the days during and following World
War II, everyone sewed their own garments. By the time I got to junior high, it
was certain that I should sew. I sat at
pattern counters for hours with my mom trying to decide on the perfect dress or
blouse pattern. I grew three inches
between 6th and 7th grades which sent my mom into a
sewing frenzy.
In 8th grade I was 5’9” and
signed up for home economics with Mrs. Desta Jefferies, a tiny vivacious woman
with sparkly brown eyes. I grew to adore her.
My first garment was a cotton dress of two shades of turquoise, pale for
the sleeveless cowl-collared top and darker for the circular skirt with an
orange cummerbund. I really loved the
way it turned out and my mom was proud of me.
She even took off work to come to the school for the style show. I had my first pair of heeled white shoes to
wear with it and my mom loaned me her garter belt to hold up the thigh-high
stockings…this was long before panty hose.
The big day finally arrived. I was
number 12 to cross the stage in front of an auditorium full of parents and
students. As I began my grand entrance,
I could feel the garter belt begin sliding toward my shoes. The only way I could keep it and my stockings
up was to spread my legs wider apart as I sashayed across the stage. My steps got wider and wider as I hurried
toward the other side of the stage. I
couldn’t wait to get to the restroom to take the darn thing off. Such was my introduction to hose. Is it any wonder that I hate panty hose?
I did learn to sew. When I graduated from SMU, a wonderful
Singer machine with a zig-zag stitch was a graduation present from my in-laws,
and it cranked out garments for me and for my children for years. I loved appliquéing animals and trains on
little jump suits and dresses. When the
children were older, I made costumes for the plays that they were in. The pink and gray mouse costume hung around
the house for years along with a pair of gold lame harem pants for an Aladdin
performance. As the children got into
their teen years, they refused the idea of “homemade” and went for name brands
like their peers. So the machine grew
quiet with just some occasional mending and repairs to zippers.
But when the first grandbaby was
coming along and I was working full time, I traded the old machine in for a new
fancy Bernina that would do all kinds of fun stitches. I cranked out blankets, crib sheets, burp
pads, and curtains and had so much fun doing it. I even began to sew a few things for me and
some curtains for our new home, but that was about it for a long stretch.
Then I discovered fabric as a new art
form. I have used it collaged into
paintings on canvas; I have quilted drawings; I have printed photos on fabric;
I have painted and dyed fabric; I have glued paper to fabric; I have made a
large quilt in an abstract pattern; I have made fabric books; I have stitched
on paper. The love of all things fiber
has turned into a passion and once again I’m sewing and stitching with
abandon. I even finally finished
embroidering the baby quilt I started 10 years ago for my last grandchild now
as a gift to my first great grandbaby. I
still have the Bernina and have been told to hang on to it by the dealer as it
is one of the last full metal models. As
long as I keep it clean and oiled, it should last me the rest of my life with
many more creations to come.
Native Texan, visual artist and poet,
Kay L. Cox is a retired art and family therapist. Her poems have been published
in Sol Magazine, That Thing We Do, Map of Austin and the 2010, 2011, 2012, and 2013 Texas
Poetry Calendar. She was the winner of the 2008 Robert Clark Appreciation
Award and a member of the Poetry Society of Texas, Gulf Coast Poets, the Austin
Poetry Society, Spectrum Writers Guild and the Galveston Art League.
Wednesday, April 11, 2012
Singing Down the Sun with Rebecca Hatcher Travis
Rebecca Hatcher Travis’ book Picked Apart the Bones won the “First Book Award for Poetry” from the Native Writers’ Circle of the Americas.
ancient voices sing down the sun
in the quiet hush of dusk
sacred fire grows stronger as we shuffle closer
sharing the night in common thought
fathers and sons chuckle softly to one another
mothers hum to young infants
elders gather once again
faces of content circle warm lively flames
dark time deepens unhurried
little by little stretching to the other side of night
slowly light paints tip tops of nearby oaks
like torches lit to guide the dawn
the fresh new day becomes
Urban Sprawl
urban sprawl seems an understatement
for this metropolis a few miles north of the Gulf
Spanish moss snarls in her hair
nighttime skies light up as if by magic
from refineries along her bloodline
the muddy ship channel
Buffalo Bayou to Galveston Bay
they resemble small towns aglow
with nightly festivals of bright lights
bayous snake under crisscrossing freeways
an occasional alligator cruises
silent waters unperturbed
you have got to love Houston
as she sashays in the sweltering heat
batting her long sultry eyelashes invitingly
at anyone who happens to mosey down her way
Poems by Rebecca Hatcher Travis
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
Author Talk with Chester P. Karrick, Jr.
Those in attendance for author Chester P. Karrick Jr.’s
program were treated to several lively and informative stories from his book Clyde and Chester, The Investigators: Fraud, Embezzlement, Theft. Chester’s book details dozens of
investigative cases conducted by himself and legendary Houston
private eye, Clyde A. Wilson.
Thursday, April 5, 2012
Net Poets Society Elevates the Occasion
In celebration of National Poetry Month, host John Milkereit and the Net Poets Society read from their award-winning work at the Friendswood Public Library. Audience comments included fantastic, moving, playful, and a hoot. Poets were Erica Lehrer, John E. Rice, Mona Follis, Dede Fox, Adamarie Fuller, and Kathryn Lane. Host John Milkereit concluded the evening with a reading in his inimitable style and had everyone laughing and hanging on his next word. The Friendswood Public Library is honored to host these artists and hope to have them back to read again.
Also in attendance was Dr. John Gorman, professor of literature at UHCL, who has accepted an invitation to read at the Friendswood Public Library in the not too distant future. Our next poetry event will be hosted by Oscar Pená on Wednesday, July 18 at 7pm.
left to right: Kathryn Lane, John Milkereit, Erica Lehrer (foreground), Dede Fox (behind), John E. Rice, Mona Follis, and Adamarie Fuller |
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
The Undercover Man by Chester P. Karrick, Jr.
The following investigative report, The Undercover Man, is taken from the
Chester P. Karrick, Jr. book entitled Clyde
and Chester, The Investigators: Fraud, Embezzlement, Theft.
On Monday, April 9th at 7pm, Author
Chester P. Karrick, Jr. will be at
Friendswood Public Library to discuss some of the investigative cases conducted
by himself and legendary Houston private eye, Clyde A. Wilson.
A client owned and operated a mining operation
just inside the California state line in Death Valley. Suspecting thefts of materials and supplies,
the client requested that Clyde and Chester review the operation.
As they were currently tied up on other matters,
they decided to use an undercover man to observe the operation until they could
review the matter in person.
Clyde and Chester did not as a practice use
undercover operatives as it often could be very time consuming and expensive to
the client. Results could not always be
predictable.
You may recall an earlier case in this book where
a truck driver stole oil from oil production tanks and had hidden stacks and
stacks of one hundred dollar bills in his freezer. When that case was finished, the truck driver
told Clyde and Chester he thought he would make a good investigator and
wondered how he could get in the business.
He begged to work with them.
Clyde thought it would be a good idea to engage
this man as an undercover man in the mining operation by getting him a job at
the mine site. The former truck driver
was contacted and told to get some old, beat up clothes and shoes, hitch a ride
into Death Valley, and get a job at the mine operation. He agreed as he thought
this would be fun. He successfully
arrived on the scene and obtained a job in the parts depot. At the end of every week he called Clyde and
Chester to report on his suspicions and findings.
Soon he started to complain about the weather and
wondered when they were going to be there so he could leave. It was summertime in Death Valley and the
temperatures approached 118 to 120 degrees during the day. Summer is miserable there.
After about a month Clyde and Chester left for
Death Valley. They flew to Las Vegas and
rented a car to journey to Death Valley.
Arriving late in a town called Furnace Creek, they
decided to spend the night and go on early the next morning to the mine
location. At Furnace Creek there was
only an old motel and a nearby small building called an opera house.
Entering the office of the motel, they noticed
that the owner was frying potatoes and onions over an open fire on the dirt
floor.
Chester asked, “Do you have any vacancies for
tonight?”
The owner turned to his wife and said, “I don’t
know about number six, as Ralph likes to stay there when he visits.”
Chester asked, “Does Ralph have a reservation for
tonight?”
The owner said, “No, but he likes to stay in
number six when he stays here.”
Chester asked, “How long has it been since Ralph
was last here?”
The owner replied, “Oh, about six weeks.”
Chester said, “I don’t see any other cars in the
parking lot. You must have some other rooms available.”
The owner and his wife talked among themselves for
a little while and finally said, “I guess you can have number seven and eight
if you are only going to be here one night.”
Chester thought that was awfully nice of them as
it was obvious that no one else was going to be staying there that night and
probably not for the next several weeks.
Entering their rooms, it was obvious that very few
people stayed in that God forsaken place, as it was old and dirty.
As evening came, Clyde and Chester went next door
to the opera house. The building was open and looked like an old country church
with several rows of pews on either side of the aisle. Stage curtains walled off a large stage in
front. Reportedly, a former renowned
opera diva had settled in the area. She
had built the opera house in order to have a place to continue to perform
various operas in which she had formerly starred in the New York area.
She performed about twice a week and only
occasionally had a few attendees. She had painted the walls with bench
seats. Men and women had been painted in
the bench seats so that it appeared when she sang that the house was full of
people. Fortunately, she was not
scheduled to perform that night.
Going to bed and asleep early, Chester was shortly
awakened by the braying of a donkey which had been tied by someone to a railing
just outside Chester’s room. This went on
for quite a while which kept Chester awake.
After finally falling asleep, Chester was again
awakened this time by finding the bed soaked with water. A thunderstorm had peppered the area with
heavy rain. The roof apparently had
several major holes that had allowed the rain to leak through onto Chester’s
bed. Chester got dressed and spent the rest of the night sleeping in the rental
car. This was probably the first time
this area had seen rain in several years and they had to pick that one night to
be there.
The next morning they proceeded to the site of the
mining operation. Upon arrival they
noticed several young beautiful women, about 20 years of age, deeply tanned,
and driving huge pieces of earth moving equipment. The wheels on the equipment
appeared to be ten to twelve feet in diameter.
Later they found out that these women were chorus dancers or prostitutes
from Las Vegas who were taking a few months off from their professional duties to rest and gain a good tan. The girls were usually at the company bar
every night. However, they didn’t have
anything to do with the men who worked there, which drove them crazy.
Clyde and Chester met with their undercover man to
find out what he had learned while employed at the site. The former truck driver had suspected that
thefts of materials and supplies from the parts storage room where
negligible. He believed, though, that
purchase orders were being issued for major purchases, invoices subsequently
paid, but no deliveries made of the materials and equipment ordered. This
indicated that a client employee had made a deal with one or more Las Vegas
supplier companies to obtain kickbacks or split the proceeds from this
activity.
Chester began checking various purchase orders
against warehouse receipts and inventory records and found many items
reportedly purchased but not received. Clyde
called in the purchasing agents and confronted them with the evidence and
suspicions.
Signed statements were obtained from two
purchasing agents who admitted that they had made a deal with two Las Vegas
suppliers whereby they would issue purchase orders for items of materials and
equipment. No deliveries were made
against these purchase orders. When the
company paid the invoices, the supplier companies split the money with the
purchasing agents.
The client had incurred a loss of about $45,000
from these fraudulent activities. The
employees were unable to make any restitution and were terminated.
The former trucker expressed his pleasure with his
involvement in the investigation. He
expressed his desire to continue working with Clyde and Chester, but not in the
desert area, as it was much too hot. The
truck driver returned home, and although he frequently called Clyde and Chester
for new assignments, he was never used again.
Clyde and Chester left for Las Vegas to confront
personnel of the supplier companies. On
their way Clyde complained of being hungry. They approached a grimy looking
café in the middle of nowhere and Clyde wanted to stop. Inside the dirty looking place Clyde ordered
chili.
Chester told Clyde, “You can’t eat the chili
here. You don’t know how long it has
been setting out. You will get sicker
than a dog.”
Clyde replied, “No way, I’m hungry for chili.”
Chester reluctantly ordered a piece of apple pie
and ice cream figuring that probably wouldn’t make him sick.
Sure enough after they left the café and were
about 50 miles from Las Vegas, Clyde complained of being sick. They had to wait
a day or two for Clyde to get over his bout with the chili before they could
confront the suppliers.
After Clyde recovered, they approached personnel
of the two supplier companies. Faced
with threatened prosecution, the companies agreed to make restitution of the
$45,000 loss to the client company and Clyde and Chester returned home without
eating any more chili.
Also by Chester P. Karrick, Jr.
Corned Beef and Cabbage
Over the Fence they will go
Also by Chester P. Karrick, Jr.
Corned Beef and Cabbage
Over the Fence they will go
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