Did You Know… by Papa Hertz

My blogless grandfather has joined the game of sharing five things we might not know about him… (transcribed from our phone call)

Did you know… I remember when we got the first electric light in our house in Willis Texas. Next store was a filling station. They ran a wire across from the filling station to our house and so we had our first electric light.

Did you know that being little kids in the country… that on a hot day we would go out on the highway and it was so hot that the tar would melt and we would take that tar and chew it like it was chewing gum.

Did you know that when I was a little kid I saw President Franklin Delano Roosevelt. He was on the end of a train (in his wheel chair) and Daddy took us down to Houston and we saw the president.

Did you know that I was stuck at the North Pole for 2 weeks in the ice and we couldn’t move because we were iced in. I was in the Navy on board a Navy ship. We were in Thule, Greenland. Did you know that when we went ashore (we only left the ship one time) they told us to be very careful because if you fell in that water, you would freeze to death in a matter of seconds.

Did you know that I was so cute with my little red ringlets all over my head that my mama wanted to take me to Hollywood so I could be like Shirley Temple. It’s true. She thought I was the cutest thing since sliced bread!

When I was about 3 or 4 when we lived in the country, the African American woman who was working for my mama… the way they washed clothes in those days was they had this great big black pot and they put fire under it and boiled the water and everything. I must have been about 2 because I was a toddler and I had a cookie. I dropped that cookie in the wash and I pulled it out. If you ever noticed on my right shoulder, my right hand and my right arm I had a scar. After that I had pneumonia and I was a sick little boy… but I was cute.

When my sister, who was 8 years older than I was, when she was old enough to go to highschool and Natt also… the 2 of them went to live in Houston by themselves for education and so that Natt could be Bar Mitzvahed. Saturday night after daddy closed the store, we drove to Houston (about 50 miles away) and we spent Sunday night there… the teacher knew I wouldn’t be back to class until Monday at 12 oclock. When I was in the 2nd grade, daddy sold the store to uncle Harry so that we could all be in Houston and go to temple and live together.

On Halloween, they used to take the outhouses and put them on top of the stores and the buildings (not me, I was too young).

Our store was the only drive through store and all the farmers would come in on the weekends on the horse and wagons as that was the only transportation they had. You know, I was born in 1927.

When I first went to college I was an assistant manager on the football team at Texas A&M and my claim was that when it was half time I would take out towels to the huddle and then hurry up and run off the field. One time I dropped the towel on the middle of the football field. I had to stay on the side lines and then run out and get it. That was embarrassing.

They used to have something at Texas A&M called kickball, a variation of soccer and football. They carried me off the field twice. We played the varsity team that was made of football players. They beat the hell out of us. When I came home there was a banner that said, “All-College Pryzant.” I was a little fart. But I guess I was tough because they gave me the honor of being All-College.

I went to military college because of my mama. Natt and Jack were already in service, Natt in New Guinea, Jack somewhere in South Pacific. My mama wanted me to have military training. I was taking pre-dental and the reason was because her dentist was a red headed guy.

Welcome Divinely Guided

It’s easier to enjoy the mystery if you feel like you’re participating.
~ Paul Cooper

Kara Brown has found another way to participate in the deep process of grieving and living (a mystery that continuously transcends that which is known) in her new webl, Divinely Guided: Following the thread of what is authentic through the process of grief, art and life.

I highly recommend starting at the bottom of her webl and reading up as in this beginning stage she is sharing past images and words from her journal. While she shares the authentic expression of life she has been experiencing, she teaches me and others about what it means to grieve and what it means to be alive.

A little About Shamans

“Shamans are describing what they have seen, what they have experienced, or what they know to be the case even if they themselves have not experienced it, much as a San Franciscan who has never been to London speaks of it as though it really exists. True shamans live in a world that is alive with what is to rationalist sight unseen, a world pulsing with intelligence. To them…[this] is the ordinary, the real world.”

by Paula Gunn Allen found in Dance the River Whale by Ron Mercier

We Are Born In Mystery

“Ancient psychology, rooted in a very different ground from modern therapeutic thinking, held that the fate and character of each of us is born in mystery, that our individuality is so profound and so hidden that it takes more than a lifetime for identity to emerge.

Renaissance doctors said that the essence of each person originates as a star in the heavens. How different this is from the modern view that a person is what he makes himself to be. Care of the soul, looking back with special regard to ancient psychologies for insight and guidance, goes beyond the secular mythology of the self and recovers a sense of the sacredness of each individual life.”

from Care of the Soul by Thomas Moore

Thank you Cathy for the quote and NASA for the image!

Woven Essence Film


Council Of Hosts – video powered by Metacafe

I’m excited to share with you a Woven Essence film production. Woven Essence (WE) is a collaborative venture between Thomas Arthur and me. This short video is from the gathering of hosts that I spoke of earlier. The film also inspires in me connection with what-is on our planet and hope for the future. Sharing Jack/Zen’s New Year Wishes

May you realize more of your dreams,
May your dreams emerge from the place within that knows no fear,
May your courage inspire greatness.

May there be enough nourishment, support, inspiration, and well-being unfolding in this new year.

Stories about me!

I’ve been tagged and tickled by Chris and Christy to share 5 things you might not know about me. This invitation took me on a journey into old photo albums and journals.

When I was a little girl, I was a huge Willie Nelson and Neil Diamond fan. I used to love to sing, Mamas, Don’t let your babies grow up to be cowgirls. Teach them to be lawyers and doctors. These were my lyrics, of course, not quite accurate. I had to adapt quickly when we moved to the new house in 1983 and the kids were NOT into Willie. I learned to love Michael Jackson… and we even started our own Michael Jackson fan club. I mean, we had to, we were special: We lived in Jackson’s Creek. It must be a sign!!

I’ve always been a pretty observant and rational individual. I was also a very obedient child and so my parents took me everywhere (before my brother was born). I remember being around 4-years-old. I was sitting at a bar (I loved to do that, to flirt with the bartenders and get them to fill me up on Shirley Temples and tons of cherries). As I was sitting there I was observing my straw. I noticed that the circle of the straw seemed to be exactly the same size as the opening in my nose. Surely, if I can put this thing in my mouth and suck, I should be able to do the same with my nose… I mean it is the perfect size! I can still feel the burning of that experiment!

For a long time, acting was my thing. I was fortunate in that I had a supportive and inspiring teacher, Lynn Ellis (I think the link is her!). Acting definitely pushed my edges and challenged me to be more aware of how I show-up, move, speak, interact with others, etc. I auditioned for one comercial when I was in the 1st grade… and I got it! It was for Field’s Hotdogs, a Tennessee based hotdog company. The scene was a family grilling out in the backyard, lip singing, I want a um-ditty um-ditty um-ditty um, a Fields Hotdog. I want a dog, a dog on a bun. A Field’s Hotdog is the natural one. We would take HUGE bites of the hotdogs… and then move off camera where a woman was holding a tray for us to spit the bite out. We couldn’t swallow them because the chemicals they put on them to make them glisten and to accentuate those beautiful black grilled lines were unhealthy! I got to bring my own clothes… they chose for me to wear this striped outfit! Oh, and a bonus was that something happened to the original filming so we had to do it again… which meant I got paid double! Later my brother became the actor in the family. Here we are at Ringling Brothers and Barnum and Bailey Circus. Every year my Aunt Mel and I would go to the circus. It looks like this year my brother was old enough to join us. Aren’t we cute!


Perhaps it’s a natural progression that in middle school and my first year of high school I was a cheerleader. I really loved cheering. I liked the idea of smiling a lot and trying to encourage enthusiasm and excitement in others. I enjoyed being a part of a squad of girls, sometimes engaging in unison and other times weaving together in dances and cheers. I loved building with shoulder stands and pyramids. What I hated about it all, however, was the stigma and the attitude that many of the girls had. It was a real dilemma for me in highschool. I enjoyed the sport but I didn’t like the culture… do I try out or do I quit? I went with it for one more year (I had cheered 2 years in middle school) and then that was all I could take.

It’s funny. While I was a cheerleader, I always felt like I wasn’t a very good dancer. I couldn’t keep time and wasn’t coordinated enough to follow the routines as well as some of the other girls could. I created a story for myself that I wasn’t a very good dancer. And yet, as I grew older, it became increasingly obvious to me that dancing is so essential to my soul. I love to dance!! It’s just that following routines isn’t my thing! I guess it might be a family tradition. Here’s my grandmother getting down.

There you have 5 things about me that you might not have known. Here’s a bonus, one thing that I imagine you do know about me… I LOVE people!! I think I always have and I hope I always will!

As for continuing this game. I’d like to invite my family to play. I’d love to hear some stories from my dad, Papa Hertz, Frank, Ryan and George (a male theme). What are 5 things that we might not know about you? Of course you don’t have to have a blog to play, sharing in any way would be wonderful. And for those of you with blogs… I’d love to see some of your photo stories.