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Good, bad or otherwise it is so interesting when we discover one of our ancesters is famous.
'Daredevils over Niagara' was written to showcase people who have attempted to dominate the Canadian Horseshoe Falls. While reading this book I came across one name that stood out. Though not so long ago, a mere 70 years in fact, one of these daredevils was found to be my relative. The book has both written and photo information that echos so many of the adventures over the brink. Both men and women attempted to outwit the roaring turbulance of this great falls. Surprisingly it was a woman by the name of Annie Edison Taylor in 1901 who apparently started this craziness that went on occassionally till 2003. Annie was one of the lucky who survived the thunderous drop over the falls. A total of forteen have made thier attempts with 5 dying or seriously disabled.
One of these people was none other than my distant cousin "Red Hill Jr."
In the summer of 51' he ventured out on the waters in a contraption made of inner tubes. He was hurled over the mighty falls to his death. He perished August 15 at the age of 35.
George Bailey, though not from the movies but rather a local author from Niagara Falls, has written several book on and about the Falls. A few include
Daredevils over Niagara, The Magic of Niagara, and Niagara Facts, Figures and the Famous. Working for the Niagara Parks Commission as Duty Manager gave him opportunity to actually be present when Trotter, one of the barral daredevils was helped out of his vessel. George has also accompanied the likes of Marilyn Monroe, Christopher Reeves, Princess Diana and her boys William and Harry while they were in Niagara. A photo he had taken of the boys and thier mom grace his livingroom. George also mentored me. He helped me to have the confidence to approach people to do interviews with. He showed me what it takes to write articles and guided me so I was able to have two articles in print and be paid for them. He gave me these books so I would alway remember what he taught me. Sadly he is ill now and can't do the things he did but he will always be a very special person in my life and he will never be forgotten by me or I doubt by anyone who has met him.
“Your Life will be Filled with Magical Moments”
Now what more can be said except that anything is possible at any given moment. Probably the greatest example of something from nothing comes from the songwriters Galt Mac Dermot, Gerome Ragni and James Rado when they penned this fascinating ditty.
“Gliddy glup gloopy nibby nabby noopy la la la lo lo”
“Sabba sibby sabba nooby abba nabba le le lo lo”
“Tooby ooby walla nooby abba nabba”
“Early morning sing a song”
Yes, ‘Good Morning Starshine’ that light hearted pop song featured in ‘Hair’ (1967) rose to #3 on the US charts in July of 1969 and hit #6 in the United Kingdom in October. Over the decades, it has been covered by 16 different bands, performed live by top artists like Diana Ross and the Supremes, and featured in countless television shows, commercial ads and movies.
Proving that, with the right magical timing, even gibberish can leave the world ‘Feeling Groovy’ man. So, no matter how dumb people think your words are, they might make someone smile and that’s enough for me.
Don’t listen to them
they swore it could not be done
man will never fly
Song Lyrics I wrote to a melody played by vionlinist Diana Yakawa who's Father was among the 520 who died when Japanese Airlines flight 123 crashed into a mountainside on August 12, 1985. She was born 5 weeks later on Sep. 16th. Shiaumanu Taiyo translates to "The Never Setting Sun". her performance is on YouTube. (Diana Yukawa/Shizumanu Taiyo) It's haunting.
Your blood runs through me, it runs like rivers
that feed the mountains where last you lay.
You never held me, but I have held you,
in every sweet dream, you run to me.
Into the twilight, off to horizons,
where tearful memories, are yet to fade -
but now the promises of never setting suns
will always beckon me, and light my way
and always light my way...
37 second interlude
Your blood runs through me, it runs like rivers
that feed the mountains where last you lay.
You never held me, but I have held you,
in every sweet dream, you run to me...
A time for many a part-time passion, like
the discarded skin of Esprit jeans and low-hip waistline
baring pierced navel with flavor of a chase on the run…
would he dare confess real love as the world tolled
for Lady Diana and Charles?
You with me… moon to sun, fire to burn our eyes…
I swing on an illusion and steal the time away,
rustling along a Mustang’s back seat, while
some 8-CD tract pleads, "Do you think I’m sexy,’’
dipping in steams of instant affection.
How deep-cheeked your thrills
like Indiana Jones , knocking me
off-balance: and I, a fool ignoring the pain
that you may never Stand By Me,
never in blinks of thousand stars,
a recycled tune melting in the sand
now you’re just ozone’s hole...
I wrap the scenes along Route 25,
as bittersweet time passes by. Alone.
Kelly Deschler's Decades Contest
``Do You Think I'm Sexy
and Stand By Me-- top 80s songs
ACT 1, SCENE 1
Opening night of a new West End Production called
‘Shakespeare: Ode to a Character’
Curtain rises
Enter BENEDICK (in full costume as Ophelia from Shakespeare’s ‘Hamlet’)
BENEDICK:
‘An Ode to Ophelia’
I have a heart,
Which is bound in its own chains,
Arteries crystallised in bleak light.
I want to love,
I want to be loved in return –
More than anything, I feel.
Walking alone,
The ache of an empty life can crash in,
Breaking your tongue,
Cracking like frozen words.
All I want,
Is to hear once the songs you sing,
To think you could love me,
Or even know who I am.
I would wrap my hands
In feathered garlands,
Flowered rings
That may decay with my dying heart.
But, oh god,
I know,
How you drowned in your elemental beauty,
How you collapsed beneath the patriarch.
In your sunken deathbed,
Hair betrothed without such wedded bliss,
Voice silenced in unspoken vows,
You shone like an icon and deity.
Goddess, Diana,
One soliloquy, one heartbreak, one funeral.
Lunar.
But how dare I,
Ophelia,
Ever compare myself to you.
(Exit)
Dear Mike,
I just wanted to touch base with you and write how I feel at this moment. While you were here, you taught us so much. I still play your songs because I like THE WAY YOU MAKE ME FEEL through your music. It brings me closer to you. My favorites are MAN IN THE MIRROR and BLACK AND WHITE.
You know yo boy BEN broke up with DIRTY DIANA and told her to BEAT IT. She began to SCREAM and yell I WANT YOU BACK. Drama, drama, drama. She always WANNA BE STARTIN' SOMETHIN' acting like she's all BAD. It must be her HUMAN NATURE and that could be DANGEROUS.
Anyway, he started dating this PRETTY YOUNG THING name BILLIE JEAN. She is a LIBERIAN GIRL. She told him he reminds her JUST A LITTLE BIT OF YOU.
Well, we all miss you. We feel you were GONE TOO SOON. By the way, there is suppose to be a concert in your honor and you know one thing Mike, I've GOT TO BE THERE. I will ROCK WITH YOU forever, for I NEVER CAN SAY GOODBYE to you and you will never be OUT OF MY LIFE.
You, your dancing and your music will live on and on forever and ever.
Love Always,
Colette Dright
The British royal family is front and center this weekend. How unusual is that?
The empire may be gone, but it’s time to recall its ghost, dust it off and invoke the ancient spell of monarchy.
A coronation, The original dog & pony show - God’s kingly sinecure. I can’t even remember the last one.
You have to know who your great, great, great, grandfather was to be nobility-class smug or to don those getups, with medals that would have made Caesar blush and Attila laugh.
The cast is familiar, if somewhat balding, The too-old king, his - whatever -wife.
I can’t help mourning Diana. Accident, treachery or karma, grown men cried at her passing, Shakespeare’s darkened heavens blazed in sorrow and, eventually, even the gray queen bowed her head.
There’s no more honor, in 2023, and if there’s any glory, its light has grown as dim as the glitter of gold.
The fact that the royals are better than us, is axiomatic. Not morally superior, of course. That’s the Pope’s job. The royals are like Britain’s Mickey Mouse, and any civilized man, who’d strike at that, would have to be a fool.
On the days when the laughter stops
Replaced by the flow of tears
We wonder if we will ever laugh again
Throughout our coming years
It happened on each and every day
That one of the Kennedys were shot
And when the Space Shuttle Challenger went up
But come back down, it did not
It happened in Memphis when Mr. King’s
Dream came to a tragic end
And it happened that day when my boyhood pal
Had to bury his girlfriend
It happened at the Olympics in Germany
After all the hostages had died
And happened to a Nation disgraced
To learn that our president had lied
It happened in a tunnel where to Princess Diana
We had to say, goodbye
It happens too often with school shootings
Watching all those parents cry
It happened when we were attacked
And Twin Towers crumbled to the ground
It happened to me on that night
When in heaven, my father was found
But, given time, the tears do dry
As we learn to carry on
And though the heartache does survive
The laughter will return
Birches took a vote after the child left the forest
Next time, two wanted to capture her, to keep her always
Ninety-six others voted this was wrong.
The magical birch had a new idea.
Let me create a phantom child who will traverse the river.
She will be seen only in moonlight, and she will laugh like this one.
Her titters will uplift us, and make us joyous as the two legs sleep.
The two potential kidnappers groused, but the rest agreed to a trial.
Magical birch called on all of the nocturnal creatures for input.
Fox chose her hair. Raccoon chose her shape. Owl chose her laugh.
She was created into the water a few hours before the sun rose.
The forest woke up to her glorious laugh, and felt excited and joyful.
What shall we name her? Bee asked. She disappeared at that moment.
The sun had risen. Name who? Grasshopper asked, having missed her.
The night creatures smirked, happy she belonged to them alone.
A name was a great idea. They decided upon Diana of the Birches.
The magic birch was deemed the official Birch Maestro.
He created other creatures for the forest, propelled by this success.
If you see her reflection, please pass by without a fuss.
The forest of the night likes to think she is unseen by two legs.
As I walk through the sands of the beach, I wonder if the love of my life
will ever come into my life. Life is strange; you see many places of sands,
but not of any particular item that stands into the open.
Beachfront 8945, my look-out on the beach for the girl of my dreams.
Is the girl short or tall, brains or daffy? As I walk the beach, I dial
Beachfront 8945 to find the girl of my dreams. Beachfront 8945, Hello,
Is Diana there? Is Mary there? What about Florence? If Diana or Mary
is not available, I will take Florence. Beachfront 8945, I'm ready for a
hot date.
I have Roses, Candy and Perfume. Are you ready to go out tonight with
me? Call me at Beachfront 8945; I'll be there waiting for your call.
Call me-we can explore the beach together, the city together, the state
together, and the whole earth. Call me, Call me, Call me, my phone
number is Beachfront 8945.