Calcis

2/15/2008

“Drift Away” – Lyrics and memories

This is one song that has powerful memories for me.

I was a quiet kid, platinum blond hair, (too) many freckles across a fresh face, and a very noticeable overbite (caused by chewing my lower lip). Growing up a teacher’s child, I attended several schools before graduating at Cass High (in Georgia) in 1982. 

I had just changed schools earlier that year — I never had very many friends, but the ones who did get to know, and were my friends; they were ‘best’ friends with me for many many years.

Living in a rural area, not quite ‘in the country’ — my brother and I had no ‘peer’ group to mention while we were on our summer vacations. So we kept each other company. If Mom was not teaching summer school, or working part-time somewhere — she made sure we stayed outdoors if the weather was good, sunny and not too hot.

Rainy summer days were a different story. It happened that several occasions that Byron and I got in to an argument — seems the day in question was one of those rainy days; and I was told to go to my room until dinner time.

[I had to be about 12 or 13, feeling very much a misfit in the group of unfamiliar classmates. That prior year had also been a very trying time at school. I had just survived my first year in the public school system. And several other classmates had done enough mischief towards me, it was unusual NOT to come home crying.]

Bored, feeling disgruntled; and not wanting to admit that I was as much at fault about the argument as Byron; the cross-words had been over something so trivial that I can’t to this day say what it was about. — I started digging through an old stack of junk, boxes and assorted items that had collected in my closet.

First, I found an old kids’ record player, beat up but still working — then I kept digging until I found a box of over one hundred, 45’s (singles) — I found a clear spot near the table where I put the record player (you know the type, variable speed, completely plastic, except for the electronics that made it work; and it had the little plastic center piece that popped up for single records…), and dug through the stack — thinking about which song titles looked familiar.

This batch of records had been bought one weekend, as a lot — at a roadside flea market (somewhere), and I had no earthly idea what was included. I just stored it away, and kinda forgot about it.

That is, until this rainy, boring, unnerving afternoon.

I played one or two records. — Um-m-m, not quite what I thought they were going to be.

Then I found one, often played from the amount of wear the plastic showed – recorded by Dobie Gray.

First, I played what had been the song I recognized from the top 10 charts — it was okay. Then as I would often do, I turned it over to play what could have been a “b-side”…

From the opening notes on the guitar, to the last line of the second stanza, I was “floored”! I breathed deeply, and held my breath; relating to every word that came washing across me from the speakers; and finally let out the breath with a lingering sigh.

Yes, I had heard this song; but not in what seemed an eternity to me, then (several years at least, looking back on it now).

The emotional chord that the lyrics struck continue to ring true, the words still bring me to the point of tears.

Not very many lyrics can do this — this was the earliest experience of this nature that I can remember.

Just wanted to share my memories which this song has triggered, with me again today.

 

– Cathy

weavercat

 


Dobie Gray lyrics – Drift Away

Artist: Dobie Gray

DRIFT AWAY

Day after day, I’m more confused
Yet I look for the light through the pourin’ rain
You know that’s a game that I hate to loose
And I’m feelin’ the strain
Ain’t it a shame

Day after day, I’m more confusedYet I look for the light through the pourin’ rainYou know that’s a game that I hate to looseAnd I’m feelin’ the strainAin’t it a shameOh, give me the beat boys and free my soul
I wanna get lost in your rock n roll
And drift away
Oh, give me the beat boys and free my soul
I wanna get lost in your rock n roll
And drift away

Beginnin’ to think that I’m wastin’ time
I don’t understand the things I do
The world outside looks so unkind
Now I’m countin’ on you
To carry me through

Oh, give me the beat boys and free my soul
I wanna get lost in your rock n roll
And drift away
Yea, give me the beat boys and free my soul
I wanna get lost in your rock n roll
And drift away

And when my mind is free
You know a melody can move me
And when I’m feelin’ blue
The guitar’s comin’ through
To soothe me

Thanks for the joy that you’ve given me
I want you to know I believe in your song
And rhythm and rhyme and harmony
You help me along
Makin’ me strong

Oh, give me the beat boys and free my soul
I wanna get lost in your rock n roll
And drift away
Give me the beat boys and free my soul
I wanna get lost in your rock n roll
And drift away
Oh-ho, ah-no
Give me the beat boys and free my soul
I wanna get lost in your rock n roll
And drift away

Hey, hey, hey, yeah
Give me the beat boys and free my soul
I wanna get lost in your rock n roll
And drift away

Na, Na, now won’t ya
Won’t ya take me
Oh-ha, take me

2/4/2008

Jacksonville News – Letter to the editor: Saving historic oak tree is step in the right direction

Jacksonville News – Letter to the editor: Saving historic oak tree is step in the right direction
Letter to the editor: Saving historic oak tree is step in the right direction

01-30-2008

We would like to thank the mayor of Jacksonville, Johnny Smith, and our city inspector, Mark Williams, for the interest and foresight they used in working diligently with Steve Landers, owner of Effino’s Italian Restaurant, to save the historical oak tree on the corner of Pelham Road and East Mountain Street across from the Jacksonville Post Office.

Landers, a conservationist himself, and his contractor, J.F. Morgan, graciously agreed to go through extra effort rearranging the pipe lines and other items in order to leave the oak tree standing. He realized the tree did not need to be cut, would enhance the beauty of the space and provide a much-needed shade for his customers.

This definitely is a step in the right direction for our city.

Hopefully, the same logic and reasoning will be used for the preservation of our trees in future building transactions.

If and when the corner lot next to the Jacksonville Post Office is converted into additional parking spaces for their customers, hopefully the big trees will be left to provide shade for their customers and serve as a buffer against the loud noises for the residents on the corner.

We also are grateful to the mayor and the Jacksonville City Council’s persistent endeavor to compose a new tree ordinance, which will set guidelines to be used for the maintenance and preservation of our historical and other beautiful trees.

We are aware that trees are a precious commodity. They not only add to the aesthetic beauty of our historical city, but also help to provide a cleaner atmosphere by “catching” airborne pollutants such as carbon dioxide, ozone, carbon monoxide and other carcinogens that are dangerous to our health.

We also need more trees to conserve energy, according to an article published by the Arbor Day Foundation, which stated that “trees planted on the east and west sides of our homes decrease our energy costs by 15 percent to 35 percent.”Also, “a windbreak can lower heating bills 10 percent to 20 percent.”

When Scott Beckett, an instructor in the learning services department at Jacksonville State University, did an analysis of the Wilsons’ trees, he calculated that “Barbara Wilson’s trees are worth around $399 per year in natural benefits such as energy, air quality, storm runoff prevention, carbon dioxide uptake and aesthetic value.” He also calculated that the three pecan trees in their front yard are worth approximately $18,000 in monetary value. So we know that trees definitely increase our property value.

Hopefully, the new tree ordinance will soon be written, adopted and implemented so our trees in Jacksonville can be protected and not butchered.

Barbara T. Wilson

Rufus Kinney

Jacksonville

 

Trimmers have massacred our beautiful trees

To call what the tree trimming company does for Alabama Power trimming is simply ridiculous.

Drive down Louise Drive in Jacksonville and turn on Davis to see the massacre left in its wake!

The gentleman with the chain saw walks around like he is auditioning for “The Texas Chainsaw Massacre.”

Of course most people are at work when this occurs. They rang my bell at 8 a.m. to tell me they cut down an ornamental plum that was six feet tall and full grown, and not near a power line.

They were startled when I answered and said it was too close to the power line. What a joke! It was 15 years old and not near a power line.

This lack of knowledge of trees, etc., and just cutting with abandon is not acceptable! I understand the problem with trees that grow near lines, but they also massacred a three-foot Crepe Myrtle across the street! Too close! Then dropped off a potted dogwood to calm the neighbors down.

Jacksonville officials need to ask for some input in these decisions. Please represent your constituents.

Margaret M. Long

Jacksonville

2/3/2008

“Stairs To Nowhere”

Ballgame at the Calcis Depot Kate Clinkscales Justice on her front steps - Calcis, Alabama Justice grandchildren Willie and Gadis Justice Calcis Depot

Stairs to nowhere,

where once was a home

fond memories live still

but the structure is long since gone.

12 steps reach to the sky

crawling vines climb toward the sun

grasses and wild roses

now claim this as a playground to run.

– Cathy Ann Abernathy

Weaver, Alabama

calcis-TCI-1902 H. R. Justice reading his Bible at home in Calcis, Alabama

Previously Published: “Celebrate! Poets Speak Out — Spring 2004″

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