The Parklands of Floyds Fork
Louisville, Kentucky
15 October 2023
Filed under Exercise, Louisville
Walking. Stretching. Germantown.
Latin American Heritage Month.
Good Morning Aztlan – Los Lobos
Vida – Ruben Blades
Ice al Hielo – La Santa Cecilia
Almost Like Praying – Lin-Manuel Miranda, feat. Artists for Puerto Rico
El Derecho De Vivir En Paz – Victor Jara
Llueve sobre la ciudad – Los Bunkers
Patria Querida – Los Guaracheros De Oriente
Ghosts of Houston Street – Raye Zagora
Dime Mi Amour – Los Lonely Boys
Agua Que Va Caer
Luna Grande – Los Vikingos Del Norte
El Baile de los Que Sobran – Los Prisioneros
Yo Soy Baricua – Taino
A La Huella – Suni Paz
Ignorantes – Bad Bunny & Sech
Los Dos Gallos – Los Miserables
El Gatillo – Calexico
Filed under Exercise, Louisville, Music, playlist
I have completed an annual ritual. It took a bit longer than I expected. But it is now done.
13 October is always a significant day for me. Lots of memories.
63 years ago on October 13, my father took me out of school on Neville Island for the day. We travelled 11 miles or so to Forbes Field in Pittsburgh to see Game 7 of the 1960 World Series, to see history. Heavy underdogs, the Pittsburgh Pirates beat the New York Yankees when Bill Mazeroski hit a home run in the bottom of the 9th inning. Memories of my father and of the day remain clear. But time has blurred the source, particularly in regard to the game. Some of it, I believe I still remember on my own; some is from remembering each year; some I remember from reading, seeing photos, and watching clips on TV (see below), and some is from watching the full game for the last eleven years through the magic of film transferred to DVD.
This year the viewing took place over three days.
The Pirates still won.
Filed under Baseball, Family, Pittsburgh Pirates
Domingo Baca Canyon
Albuquerque, New Mexico
Essie and Lucy Koenig-Reinke
7 October 2023
Filed under Family, New Mexico, Photo
Indigenous Peoples Day Virtual 5K. Walking.
Rising Hearts. ‘Āina Momona.
We Are Circling – Buffy Sainte-Marie
Golden Feather – Robbie Robertson & The Red Road Ensemble
You Got to Run – Buffy Sainte-Marie & Tanya Tagaq
K;eintah Natse Ju – Leila Giday
Tasiulaurluk (Isuarsivik Anthem) – Beatrice Deer & Juurini
We Were Here – Aysanabee
Do About Her – Amanda Rheaume
Minha força – Kaê Guajajara feat. Canário Negro & NELSON D
Qanniuguma – Elisapie feat. Beatrice Deer
Nada – Lido Primicenta feat. Li Saumet
Orgullosa Soy Raíz – Maria Reyna
Easier and Harder – William Prince
Nightmares and the American Dream – Annie Humphrey
We Are Here – Sharon Burch
Ethnocide – Supaman, feat. Walking Buffalo
Once an Eagle – Tegan Littlechief
As Long as the Grass Will Grow – Bill Miller
Song of Hope – Thunder Bird Sisters
Indian City – A Tribe Called Red feat. Northern Voice
I Have No Indian Name – Walela
[Silence] Is a Weapon – Blackfire
We the People – Brule
Sacred Directions – Bryan Akipa
My People – Frank Waln
Hawai’i ’78 – Israel Kamakawiwo’ole
Sovereignty Song – Keali`i Reichel
Blackbird – Emma Stevens
Island Style – John Cruz
Aloha ʻIa Nō ʻO Maui – Nā Wai ʻEhā
Going to Hana Maui – Various Artists
Rainbow Country – Paul Izak
Filed under Current Events, Exercise, Human Rights, Louisville, Music, playlist
Walking. Germantown. Feast of St. Francis of Assisi.
Hound Dog – Elvis Presley
Like a Flame – Laura Nyro
Big Car – Afro Celt Sound System
Wildlife – Nomad
Last Lonely Eagle – New Riders of the Purple Sage
The Four Legged Ones – Joanne Shenandoah
Lezonkomo (Praise the Cows & Bulls) – Ladysmith Black Mambazo
When Elephants Cry – Mayuka Thaïs
Red-Tailed Hawks – R. Carlos Nakai
Flamingo – Kero Kero Bonito
For the Last Whale – Crosby & Nash
All God’s Critters – John McCutcheon
Voice of the Prairie – Jack Gladstone & Rob Quoist
Baby Elephant Walk – Quincy Jones
Prayers for Polar Bears – Adia Nyree
King of Birds – Karine Polwart
Baby Beluga – Raffi
The Sloth – Flanders & Swann
Ementha-Papaguneray (Turtle Song) – Emily Wurramara
Prayer of St. Francis – Sarah McLachlan
Filed under Exercise, Louisville, Music, playlist
5K walk. Schnitzelburg. Remembrance Run.
Lost Souls – Tom Jackson
Residential School Song – Cheryl Bear
Child of the Government – Jayli Wolf
BEFORE – A Tribe Called Red, feat. Joseph Boyden
Apatapasiq – Mike Bern
Battlefields – Twin Flames
Savage Mob – Snotty Nose Rez Kids, feat. Nooky & Birdz
open window – nêhiyawak
Took the Children Away – Archie Roach, Australian Art Orchestra, Paul Grabowsky & Ruby Hunter
Take Me Home – Indian City
Spirit Horses – Annie Humphrey
The Land of the Blind – Ira Provost
Why Us – N’we Jinan Artists
500 Years – Rhonda Head
Residential School – Jerry Alfred & The Medicine Beat
Cut My Hair – Digging Roots
Residential School – Chris Pierce
For Our Children – Bryan Akipa
Filed under Antiracism, Exercise, Louisville, Music, playlist
Walking. Germantown.
Wreck of the Carlos Rey – Los Lobos
Cueca de la Ausencia – Inti-Illimani
Hope You’re Feeling Better – Santana
In the River – Raye Zaragoza
Grabbing a Photo Opportunity – Michael Giacchino
Qué Pasará – Moral Distraida
Go Away – Gloria Estefan
Colombia, Mi Encanto – Carlos Vives
Que LLoren – Ivy Queen
Obedeskamos – Los Miserables
Nada – Shakira
Ariba Monte – Victor Jara
Guantanamera – La Lupe
COFFIN – Jessie Reyez, feat. Eminem
El Condor Pasa – Peña
Somos Hijos del Maíz – Luis Enrique Mejia Godoy
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Granddaughter Lucy continues to inspire and pass on new knowledge. As she grows and develops, honing skills, pursuing new interests, increasing her vocabulary, Lucy always teaches me something. Often, she imparts multiple lessons.
. During my recent visit as she and her parents began their move to Albuquerque, the insight that stood out concerned her use of the words, “help” and “me.” Lucy used those words in a unique way, and she did so often.
We frequently combine “help” and “me” to create a sentence. “Help me.” Come to my aid. Provide me with assistance.
Lucy takes those two words and creates a paragraph. A two-sentence paragraph. One word in each sentence. And in an order we might not expect given what she means. But a paragraph nonetheless.
“Help. Me.”
In Lucy’s usage, the words become an offer that she will extend help to you. Or perhaps they become a statement of fact that she will help you. In some cases they rise to the level of a demand that you allow her to help.
“Help. Me.” And Lucy wants you to pick her up so she can select your coffee cup and push the buttons on the coffee maker.
“Help. Me.” And Lucy staggers toward you carrying your shoes which she will help you put on so you can go outside together.
“Help. Me.” And Lucy starts to pull the dishes out of the dishwasher at a rapid rate and you struggle to keep up and put them away.
“Help. Me.” And Lucy climbs up beside you to pour, to mix, to dump, to stir as she helps you cook. She stays away from the stove when it is “hot.” But most everything else she might do to create a meal; she tries to do.
Same words. Different meanings depending on if they construct a sentence or a paragraph.
Will Lucy remember this stage in her life? Will her first paragraph last?
Hard to say. It may. It may not. She may go through phases where she wants to help and where she does not want to help. What seems important is the beauty and the wonder of the now and the memories we make and the photos we take.
Whatever may come next, I know I will ponder what Lucy has taught me about the difference between a sentence and a paragraph.
I know I will need to say, “Help me.”
I hope I can also find lots of times to say, ‘Help. Me.”
