O, for a muse of fire that would ascend the brightest heaven of invention.
~ Wm Shakespeare
A Tribute - Break a Leg!
Got word from my Tennessee friends that our high school English teacher passed away. She was 96. 96! She gave me the tools that made reading and writing a joy. And she made it possible for me to transition from writing letters home to novels without the angst of grammar.
Because of her, I can still diagram sentences – in my head. I understand when to use the apostrophe in its without much consideration. I know instinctively about prepositions and what not to end a sentence with. I relish the value of action verbs and when to use who and whom.
Muse of fire - Our English class included a bit of Shakespeare where we learned the meaning of Old English phrases he used and that 'Break a leg' didn't mean to crack your fibula. It was encouragement to take a bow, or many bows, after a performance for a job well done.
Italy, for the senses - When in Verona, I learned that Juliette's name is spelled Guiliette. And the balcony, "Romeo, Romeo… " is less than spectacular. Interesting to note: they have to replace this stunning statue of Guiliette every few years because the public wears down a certain part. You see, it's tradition to touch her right breast to assure your own true love.
I'm grateful that I was able to tell this remarkable teacher 'thanks' at one of our reunions a few years back. I'm not sure that this unmarried, Presbyterian schoolteacher would be impressed with all of my romance books… but maybe the non-fiction books. I'm sure she would like the cookbook I co-wrote with my friend, Madeline Gallego Thorpe. Corazón Contento has recipes for great food and stories of love and life. You might like it, too. And if you decide to buy it on my website, www.marytateengels.com, many thanks in advance.
So, break a leg, Miss Bobbie Ruth Hodges. Well-done. Many thanks.
Note to Self: Thank those along the way. Everyone contributes to who you are today. Have you thanked anyone recently?