Sunday, May 14, 2017

Life lessons

This isn't what I expected to post for Mothers Day (so there will undoubtedly be more later), but this article in today's paper called out to be shared ...


It's about local singer-songwriter Jimmy LaFave, a native of Oklahoma, but long-time Austin dweller. We heard him play, memorably, with Gretchen Peters and Kevin Welch, at a coffeehouse in Wimberley.

More recently, when we traveled through Oklahoma, we stopped at the Woody Guthrie Center ...



where we saw not only the iconic original lyrics to This Land is Your Land, but also these peace-full lyrics for a song unfamiliar to me that even so caused me to click the shutter ...



There was also art ...


and musical instruments ...


not just Woody's, but also iconic artists associated with him ...


And so, right after watching a piece about Woody Guthrie's life and music in the small theatre, I spotted this on the chair right in front of us ...



which led us to talk to the young guy at the front desk about the unexpected (to us) connection to Austin. Oh yes, Jimmy LaFave was well-known to him, would be playing a concert at the Center in late April, we should come. 

Not likely, we demurred. A new grandchild would be keeping us in Austin. Little did any of us know what was to come, detailed in the article above. The lesson writ large in words that left me in tears ...

Life is short. Make something of it ...



5 comments:

Carol- Beads and Birds said...

The reporter writes an amazing tribute to a man who lived his music.
Happy Mother's Day.
Carol

Stephanie Jo said...

An amazing tribute to an amazing man. Lessons from the heart. Thank you for sharing it and also the peek at the Woody Guthrie museum.

Mo Crow said...

love your honouring in word and stitch

Hazel said...

What wonderful sharings, thank you. I sent the Woody song link to our singing group leader, hoping she'll use it sometime.

Liz A said...

Thank you all for joining me here ...

I was remiss in not noting that "days" is a bit of old screen door that Don sanded and milk painted for me as a Mothers Day gift. It now sits by my stitching chair, a reminder of a song by Walt Wilkins and Owen Temple.