So not only did you teach me about writing memoir, you also taught me about reading and thinking about how others write memoir. Thank you so much! Rebecca
Showing posts with label Connemara. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Connemara. Show all posts

Saturday, December 29, 2018

Some photos I like

The last photo of Barry and me, 2008, taken for my poetry book, Now Might as Well be Then, published in 2009
Winter at my house a few years ago. 

Winter in my woods

Brasstown Bald, highest peak in Georgia with dusting of snow.
Photo taken from my deck.

We walked this long road up to Connemara, home of poet Carl Sandburg, a few years ago. We spent the day there. I toured the home and learned much about this fascinating man. His wife raised champion goats. 

I am sick with a cold and not up to writing a post today. So I decided to post some photos I like.
Sailboat on the bay in Nova Scotia. I liked the cleanliness and fresh air. I could live there except I don't want to be so far from my family.

Bison graze at Yellowstone in 2003. This trip motivated me to write a number of poems. I will always remember the wildlife and the wonders of Yellowstone Park. I hope we will always have our national parks and national monuments.

Scene from Yellowstone’s Valiant Wild
By Glenda Council Beall

A young male strode down the mountainside,
crossed the road, strutted into shallow waters
of the Gallatin river. He stalked the old bull elk
grazing alone on the other side.

The herd master ignored the gauntlet for a while,
then quick like a rattler striking, charged from the bank. 
The clash of antlers cracked like breaking pines
in an ice storm, rolling sound upstream and down.

On land once more, the battle halted
while both tried to maneuver bony-branched horns
between the lodge pole pines. A minute’s rest--
then back into the current.

Strong hind quarters, taunt neck muscles, bunched
like iron cables, pushed, retreated, up and down
the icy stream. The match wore on for more
than twenty minutes.

Heads low, antlers commingled like old bones
collected in a basket, until the young stud forced
his aging foe beneath the water’s surface, held him there.

The veteran of a life of valiant clashes at last broke free.
He crashed and splashed downstream, the loser,
bleating like a lamb who's lost his mother.

Posing for cameras on the roadside,
the victor, centered in the roaring river,
raised his head and shook his massive rack.
He bugled his triumphant call to his new harem

Wednesday, April 11, 2012


If you have not been to Connemara, Carl Sandburg's home, be sure to put it on your list of places to visit. Barry and I spent a day there and loved it. Go now before the weather gets hot and enjoy the grounds, especially the goat herd.
The North Carolina Art's Council newsletter came today and here are a couple of things happening in Flat Rock, NC, Henderson County.

Poet Carl Sandburg spent the last 22 years of his life in North Carolina and these years were among his most productive. Connemara, his home in Flat Rock, is now a national historic site. As a condition of making the designation, Sandburg's widow required that the rooms and furnishings be kept exactly as they were at the time of his death. Visitors to the comfy lived-in home will feel as if the family just stepped out for a while. For more information, visit

While you're in town, visit the fourth annual Blue Ridge Bookfest on the campus of Blue Ridge Community College, Friday and Saturday, May 18 and 19. The free literary festival features presentations from 15 authors including Charlotte mystery writer Mark de Castrique and Villas poet Joseph Bathanti. Visit for a complete schedule.

Last year a group of Netwest members gave a panel discussion at Blue Ridge Bookfest. We had a great time. Met many writers and people who love to read.
This event started as a small thing, but boy, has it grown. If you can make it, be sure to attend.

Want a good laugh? Watch Betty White's TV show, Off Their Rockers. It's a hoot.