BRIGHTEST STAR Poem for Another New Beginning

14

Brightest Star

 

With bloated hopes, you share

ideas. Each word a chosen

pearl. On velvet air,

great thoughts pour

forth. Your mind a dervish

whirl. Can greatness be so far

behind, with wisdom such

as this? Step back

enjoy

oh, wizened one, a most creative

bliss. One day, you say, a smile

in play, awards will all

be won. Your confidence wrapped

up in silk,

Blue Ribbon dreams are

Fun.

 

 

For months, I bombarded friends and relatives with my excitement over winning a blue ribbon. The prized ribbon was for a speech I wrote and recited before my Toastmasters’ group. My fear of speaking in front of an audience wasn’t caused by my inability to do so but by the belief I had nothing of importance to say. 

Even after I decided it was high time I became a better speaker, my next speech fell flat. I was unable to project the sincerity of my beliefs, with good reason. I had worthwhile ideas to share, but I didn’t have the confidence to express those ideas with conviction. 

Then I wrote a speech that focused on what consumes my life: writing. It was a good speech. I practiced the words while dreaming of winning a blue ribbon. The day I gave the speech, I had the confidence needed to deserve a blue ribbon. 

Yes, having blue ribbon dreams can be fun. Especially if the dream leads to action that moves you toward your goal. Take a moment to imagine yourself in a successful role, draped with confidence. Once you lock in that vision of success, can greatness be so far behind? 

This type of dreaming isn’t the same as living in a fantasy world. Dreaming of success is a first step, not a destination. 

Dream it, realize it, then enjoy it.

 

The Asymmetrical Branches of a Family Tree

The spreading branches and leaves on the limb of a family tree look a bit like this accompanying print of a cherry tree branch. Nothing about a cherry tree's branches or the branches of a family tree are perfectly symmetrical or coordinated.

For over ten years, genealogical research has been an important avocation for me.

Yesterday, in my interview with A.F Stewart (see her blog site: afstewart interviews gailmbaugniet ) I mentioned creating a family of characters for Pepper Bibeau, my novel’s protagonist. This enabled me to develop Pepper’s back-story while providing a full cast of characters to draw from for this and future novels in the series.

Using information from the vital records I had compiled over a ten-year period, I also wrote this short family history for my great, great grandparents who emigrated from French Belgium.

A FAMILY HISTORY TO PRESERVE MEMORIES, HOPES, AND DREAMS

Much has been written of the emigration of Belgian citizens and the hardships they endured to make a better life for their families.

Clement and Augustine had been married for fourteen years and had three young sons when they made the voyage by ship across the Atlantic Ocean in 1856. They left behind many loved ones: relatives, friends, and neighbors. Although Clement’s mother, Elizabeth, had died three years before the journey, his father, Andre, was still alive at the age of 82. Their youngest son, Frederic Joseph, was only eight months old when they sailed out of Antwerp. Before they were able to make a return trip to their homeland, Clement’s father died in 1858 and his sister, Marie Catherine, died in 1861.

Through these difficult times, Clement and Augustine found reasons to rejoice. The boys remained healthy and were able to labor alongside their father on the heavily wooded farmland located near the East Twin River, acreage Clement purchased in a quiet farming town in eastern Wisconsin.

In 1867, Clement and Augustine celebrated their 25th wedding anniversary. Within ten years, all of their sons were married, their youngest on the final day of 1877. Their celebrations included neighboring farm families who owned land adjacent to or near their homestead. Eventually, most of the neighbors became branches of the family tree as grandchildren married.

When Augustine died in 1890, she was interred in the burial ground behind the local church. Clement died two years later and was buried beside her. Their 17th grandchild, Arthur Thomas, was born the following year, 1893, in the same small town where Clement and Augustine settled decades earlier.

Least we forget the hardships they endured and the opportunities their actions offered to us, their descendents, it is important to record our family’s history. May their memories, along with their hopes and dreams, live in us and continue to inspire the constant striving for betterment imbued in the zealous Belgian spirit.

For pictures and articles about my visit to Belgium in 2007, visit this link: genealogy trip, Belgium, 2007