Mr. Lincoln was shot 150 years ago today. I did a double-take when I read that. It doesn't seem that long ago, perhaps because I know what it feels like to live through and deal with uncensored emotions that flood a soul when it hears that a president has been an assassinated. I remember feeling afraid. If a president can be killed . . .
Do you remember where you were when you learned of Kennedy's assassination? I do. I was in grade school. We watched in silence in the music room after our principal came to tell us the horrible news. We were allowed to watch just enough of the live coverage on television to prove it was true.
National Geographic's feature of Lincoln offers a fresh view of the event in their latest issue. Putting a new slant an a 150 year old story isn't always easy, but the magazine succeeded. I hope you will read their efforts.
Did you know that? I didn't. "Lincoln's personal secretary, John G. Nicolay, described 'the long gamut of expression from grave to gay, and back again from the rollicking jollity of laughter to that serious, far-away look that with prophetic intuitions beheld the awful panorama of war, and heard the cry of oppression and suffering."
I've dreamed of sitting on his lap since seeing that stone effigy of the great emancipator. The lap of the Lincoln statue! The head of CSI: Cyber likes to sit on the steps that lead to the same statue when she has thinking to do. It seems like a lot of trouble when she can get a giant poster from Fat Head, hang it on a wall, and sit on the floor in front of it. She'd leave a smaller carbon foot print, huh?
Another secret: I've watched Abe Lincoln: Vampire Hunter, at least nine times. I scoffed at the very low brow idea of any low life director who had the effrontery to reduce our Lincoln to the status of a comic book character. I did hard eye rolls upon reading about the improbable idea of such a movie, and watched it the first time on a night when insomnia held me hostage. The cinematography was arresting, so you know I had to watch that movie over and over again in order to comb every scene to feed my artistic curiosity, right?
Here's one of those many photos. I like. Cool cut, huh?
Just as cool!
I share with you one of my older first attempts at mail art rediscovered just last week when I worked yet again to restore order to my creative spaces. I'd forgotten April 15 was the anniversary of Lincoln's death until I read the news this morning. He was shot on April 14. I went right out and bought Lincoln stamps this afternoon.
I seldom visit the post office twice in a week, but I did. I had mail! More cweet mail!
Henceforth there will be such
a oneness between us--
that when one weeps
the other will taste salt."
Thank you phonelady! What a lovely postcard. Longfellow wrote a similar declaration. GMTA?
Such a simple thing as putting my name on an envelope is as spectacular as being on stage, or having my name in stage lights. This lovely envelope makes me look stellar! Thank-you letterman, Randall. You rock. I like! And, yea, you're onboard!
Yes! Yes! And yes! Dreams do come true! I got a red egg! Thank you, Randall. LOL! I laughed
delightfully delightedly when I saw it in my mail box, and I'm laughing now.
Stay tuned . . .