Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Tiny Tuesday

Date:                                    Tuesday, November 9th, 2010
Word of the Day:                   moue (MOO); a pouting grimace
Weight:                                 207 pounds
Goal:                                    lose 100 pounds in one year duration
Pounds to lose:                      75 pounds
Waist Size:                            45 inches
Rowing Duration:                   93 minutes, 14 seconds

There are only 45 days until Christmas, yes I plan to count down from now until Christmas, get used to it and stop your whining.  I was quite surprised that none of you commented on my report of Anorexia Nervosa, maybe you need to think about it for awhile, and then you'll say something to me.
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Judy left for her own house early this morning, whenever Judy comes for a visit, she thinks about the next day so much that she is up before anyone else, waits until six o' clock am., and then she is out the door, bye Winter, bye Efrem, see you in two months, and Merry Christmas!

I heard something rather frightening on the "Today" show early this morning, George Bush was a guest and said that there are many reports, and confirmations, that "America," the "United States," is soon going to be under attack again, which is very troubling, as one of these attacks may lead to another World War one day, its turbulent times we live in, and very, very scary.

Judy, Zac, and I managed to move some furniture around last night, the master bedroom was getting rather cluttered, even with my cleaning of it last week, so we moved a dresser up from the basement to the bedroom and the master bedroom now looks spanking fresh, spacious, and clean, thank goodness.

I was very busy yesterday making compâct disc (cd) copies of albums I purchased for Judy, and making digital video device (dvd) copies of movies, I put them in one of those binder albums for Judy, it will give her quite alot to hear and watch.

Last night, Judy, Zac and I visited the Symposium restaurant, wherein I ordered a burger that was so very large, must have been a pound of ground beef, I mean it,  the cheeseburger was very tasty, I did eat it completely, you knew I would.  Judy had a breakfast item for her dinner, (bacon, eggs, home fries, and toast,) and Zac had chicken wings with an order of fries.

Even though the clocks went back an hour on Sunday morning, I think it is still rather dark for seven o'clock am, oh sure there is some light, but I want it brighter, don`t mess with me, I haven't yet had my coffee.

  Last night on television, I missed "Dancing with the Stars," watching an old Elvis Presley movie, "Follow that Dream," instead.  After the Elvis movie, I did watch the new and revamped "Hawaii Five-O" which I quite enjoy, maybe I'm just homesick for Hawaii, I really would love to go back to the islands, it has been way too long since I was last there!


If it was your birthday yesterday, you were in good company as it was also Miss Margaret Mitchell's birthday.   Miss Margaret wrote "Gond with the Wind," but I'm sure you remember that little tidbit.  After working as a journalist, Mitchell spent ten years writing her only novel:  Gone with the Wind, a romantic, panoramic portrait of the American Civil War and Reconstruction periods from the white Southern point of view.   


Margaret Mitchell Margaret Munnerlyn Mitchell, how`s that for a name?, was born November 8th, 1900 in Atlanta, Georgia and died in 1949,   Margaret Mitchell was only 48 years old, which I think is rather too young to die, but MM didn't die of natural causes, she was killed by a drunk driver, which is one of the reasons I bitch so much about not drinking and driving.

After graduating from Washington Seminary (now The Westminster Schools), Margaret Mitchell  attended Smith College, but withdrew during her freshman year in 1918.   Miss Mitchell returned to Atlanta to take over the household after her mother's death earlier that year from the great Spanish flu pandemic of 1918.

Shortly afterward, Margaret Mitchell defied the conventions of her class and times by taking a job at the Atlanta Journal.   Under the name Peggy Mitchell she wrote a weekly column for the newspaper's Sunday edition, thereby making her mark as one of the first female columnists at the South's largest newspaper.   Mitchell's first professional writing assignment was an interview with an Atlanta socialite, whose couture-buying trip to Italy was interrupted by the Fascist takeover.

Mitchell married Berrien “Red” Upshaw in 1922, but they were divorced after it was revealed that he was a bootlegger and an abusive alcoholic.   Margaret Mitchell later married Upshaw's friend, John Marsh, on July 4, 1925; Marsh had been best man at her first wedding and legend has it that both men courted Mitchell in 1921 and 1922, but Upshaw proposed first.


Margaret Mitchell is/was also the distant cousin to famous gunfighter/dentist, Doc Holliday, who participated in the Gunfight at the O.K. Corral.  I`m sure everyone who was cognizant of this fact, was doubly careful not to get on her bad side, hehe.   It is also thought that Margaret Mitchell modeled Ashley Wilkes, a main character in Gone with the Wind, after Doc Holliday, didn`t know that did you, well you probably did Marta!

Writing "Gone with the Wind," Margaret Mitchell is reported to have begun writing bedridden with a broken ankle.  The house where Mitchell lived while writing her manuscript is known today as The Margaret Mitchell House and is located in Midtown Atlanta.  A museum dedicated to "Gone with the Wind" lies a few miles north of Atlanta, in Marietta, Georgia.   It is called "Scarlett On the Square", as it is located on the historic Marietta Square "Scarlett on the Square" houses costumes from the film, screenplays, and many artifacts from "Gone With the Wind" including Mitchell's collection of foreign editions of her book.   The house and the museum are major tourist destinations.  When we head south in a few days, I``m going to see if we can take a sidetrip to this tourist site, I think it would be interesting and I have always had high respect for Miss Mitchell, I am a writer too, I`m just in a little different league from Miss Margaret, but at least Lily thinks I'm great; as an aside, Lily thinks I can do anything, which is why I love her so very much!

For decades it was thought that Mitchell had written only one complete novel. (In fact, periodically claims are made that she never wrote it at all due to the lack of any other published work by her). But in the 1990s, a manuscript by Mitchell of a novel entitled "Lost Laysen" was discovered among a collection of letters Mitchell had given in the early 1920s to a suitor named Henry Love Angel, must have been wonderful in the days of having "suitors,".  The manuscript had been written in two notebooks in 1916. In the 1990s, Angel's son discovered the manuscript and sent it to the Road to Tara Museum, which authenticated the work.   A special edition of "Lost Laysen," a romance set in the South Pacific , was edited by Debra Freer, augmented with an account of Mitchell and Angel's romance including a number of her letters to him, and published by the Scribner imprint of Simon & Schuster in 1996.

Mitchell lived as a modest Atlanta newspaperwoman until a visit from Macmillan editor Harold Latham, who visited Atlanta in 1935.  Latham was scouring the South for promising writers, and Mitchell agreed to escort him around Atlanta at the request of her friend, Lois Cole, who worked for Latham.   Latham was enchanted with Mitchell, and asked her if she had ever written a book. Mitchell demurred. "Well, if you ever do write a book, please show it to me first!" Latham implored. Later that day, a friend of Mitchell, having heard this conversation, laughed. "Imagine, anyone as silly as Peggy writing a book!" she said.   Mitchell stewed over this comment, went home, and found most of the old, crumbling envelopes containing her disjointed manuscript.   She arrived at The Georgian Terrace Hotel, just as Latham prepared to depart Atlanta. "Here," she said, "take this before I change my mind!

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 Latham bought an extra suitcase to accommodate the giant manuscript.   When Mitchell arrived home, she was horrified over her impetuous act, and sent a telegram to Latham: "Have changed my mind. Send manuscript back."   But Latham had read enough of the manuscript to realize it would be a blockbuster.   He wrote to her of his thoughts about its potential success.   MacMillan soon sent her a check in advance to encourage her to complete the novel, she had not composed a first chapter.   Margaret Mitchell completed her work in March 1936.


Mitchell's grave in Oakland Cemetery in Atlanta.  Margaret Mitchell was struck by a speeding automobile as she crossed Peachtree Street at 13th Street with her husband, John Marsh, on her way to see the British film "A Canterbury Tale" at The Peachtree Art Theatre in August 1949Miss Mitchell died at Grady Hospital five days later without regaining consciousness. The driver, Hugh Gravitt, was an off-duty taxi driver.   He was driving his personal vehicle at the time, but his occupation led to many erroneous references over the years to Mitchell’s having been struck by a taxi.   After the accident, Gravitt was arrested for drunken driving and released on a $5,450 bond until Mitchell's death several days later.   Georgia Governor Herman Talmadge announced that the state would tighten regulations for licensing taxi drivers.


Gravitt was later convicted of involuntary manslaughter and served 11 months in prison, which is not enough as far as I'm concerned.  Gravitt's conviction was controversial because witnesses said Mitchell stepped into the street without looking, and her friends claimed she often did this.


Margaret Mitchell is buried in Oakland Cemetery in Atlanta.

I have to apologize dear readers, I know I forgot to give you the small grammar lesson yesterday, and I don't think I'll give it in this post, it will have to wait until tomorrow, at least you have something to look forward to, right Lily?

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