A Mudcatter's Thank You

Subject: RE: A Mudcatter's Thank You
From: katlaughing
Date: 16 Apr 02 - 09:38 PM

Ah, good for you, Alice. I was just thinking it deserved such an honour! Thanks!

Subject: RE: A Mudcatter's Thank You
From: Alice
Date: 16 Apr 02 - 06:14 PM

Thread added to Memorable Mudcat Threads, along with Why We Sing, Where is Spancil Hill, etc.

Thanks, Night Owl!!

Alice

Subject: RE: A Mudcatter's Thank You
From: MMario
Date: 28 Mar 02 - 02:15 PM

whoops! reversed myself. This should be Part TWO

You don't know how tempted I was to title it " A Little Night-Owl Music"

Subject: RE: A Mudcatter's Thank You
From: MMario
Date: 28 Mar 02 - 02:13 PM

Part One

Subject: RE: A Mudcatter's Thank You
From: Night Owl
Date: 28 Mar 02 - 01:55 PM

Just checking in ...running off to work. The Mudcat hugs in this thread continue to "boggle" my mind. THANK YOU.

My computor has started to complain about downloading...could someone do a "Blue Clicky Thingy" to a part two?? (Learning to do them is on my list.)

Before we turn the page...

Rick...you KNOW I'm not done saying thank-you!!! bg
Jeffish...welcome to the Mudcat Community.

Sinsull.....LOL!!!!! Both.....

Subject: RE: A Mudcatter's Thank You
From: Rick Fielding
Date: 28 Mar 02 - 11:16 AM

Jeffesh, I've been here four years, and I feel exactly the same as you do. The sense of community just grabs you at times, and you just sit there open-mouthed. Thanks you so much for this Night Owl.

Love

Rick

Subject: RE: A Mudcatter's Thank You
From:
Date: 28 Mar 02 - 11:02 AM

Welcome Jeffesh.

Subject: RE: A Mudcatter's Thank You
From: Banjer
Date: 28 Mar 02 - 05:50 AM

Jeffesh, Welcome aboard! Yes, you have found a jewel here at the Mudcat as we all did. There is a great community here that you will find nowhere else.

Night Owl....Thanks for sharing with us, It makes me wonder how or even if I could ever deal with such a series of events in my life. You are a very strong person indeed and just knowing that you are a part of this community makes me proud to be here!

Subject: RE: A Mudcatter's Thank You
From: jeffesh
Date: 28 Mar 02 - 01:29 AM

Wow! I just joined Mudcat 2 or 3 days ago and am overwhelmed at the feeling of community here. This thread and what I've read of the Music Therapy thread have had me wiping tears from my eyes while smiling. I'm so happy to have found this jewel in the gravel pit of the internet!

I've also been inspired to look for a volunteer opportunity where I can use my guitar in a hospice or similar situation; 'twould give me the chance to play for others instead of just here at home for the wife and cats.

And on top of it all, I've found an excellent larder from which I can feed my newly developed interest in folk music.

Thank you Night Owl and everyone else!

Subject: RE: A Mudcatter's Thank You
From: SINSULL
Date: 27 Mar 02 - 11:27 PM

Alright. Someone has to ask. This reads like an episode of Little House On The Prairie. No one goes to the bathroom, women don't have their periods, and bathe...who bathes? Jackie, when you lived in the tent, did you just plain smell bad or were their "facilities"? Inquiring minds want to know.
Mary

Subject: RE: A Mudcatter's Thank You
From: Amergin
Date: 27 Mar 02 - 10:55 PM

now i know where to point folk when they wonder if there is indeed magic in the world....

Subject: RE: A Mudcatter's Thank You
From:
Date: 27 Mar 02 - 09:55 PM

Wow! Night Owl, My little (compared to yours) loss is somthing I could never be as eloquent as you have been. Simply put, you have moved me to tears. I am glad you have been able to recover some small part of your life. I had least have the luxury of having the last 5 years of my life with me. Just all the 30 odd years of collecting before is gone. I cheated. I avoided going to see the results of the fire. I hadn't any insurance but I still have my memories.

Subject: RE: A Mudcatter's Thank You
From: Rustic Rebel
Date: 27 Mar 02 - 07:55 PM

There are no strangers here, only friends that haven't met.
Very nice to meet you, my friend, Night Owl.
Rustic

Subject: RE: A Mudcatter's Thank You
From: katlaughing
Date: 27 Mar 02 - 12:37 PM

Rest well, darlin'....it's amazing to read it all right here! Thanks so much for sharing. I can't wait 'til we get to the GREEN LIGHT!**BG**

(This will be psot #92, maybe time to start a second thread? YOUR call, Night Owl.)

luvyakat

Subject: RE: A Mudcatter's Thank You
From: Night Owl
Date: 27 Mar 02 - 10:34 AM

This is the last post about the "dark" stuff that was happening in my life here. Sometimes, when things got REALLY, REALLY hard...going through the black stuff, trying to make "intelligent", focused decisions, getting sick often, fighting with the Ins. Co. on and on...I put music in my ear...and a picture in my brain I could call upon, to help me stand a bit straighter and breathe when I went out.

When I was in Vancouver, visiting Paul....we spent time at his Sailing Pavilion...."Jericho". Sailing and oceans are VERY familiar to me...

but NOT hanging off a tipped boat, over the water...with a TEENY, LOOONG sliver of wire being the ONLY thing keeping me from falling off the boat and into the water.

Paul is a "healer"..in the best sense of the word..a PATIENT teacher...and also has a way of bringing out the teenager in people he meets....and soooo I DID IT!!!
That "trapeezy thingy"!
And it was wonderful...
There's a picture of the boat on his website

and another picture etched in my brain.


taking a break for a while here...

Subject: RE: A Mudcatter's Thank You
From: Night Owl
Date: 27 Mar 02 - 08:57 AM

no..I didn't know Spaw....but it worked!!!!

Subject: RE: A Mudcatter's Thank You
From: Night Owl
Date: 27 Mar 02 - 08:50 AM

I was aware, from reading the threads and from pm's I had received from other Mudcatters, that I was not the only Mudcatter who was "homebound".

Mine was temporary.....for some of us it isn't.

What an incredible thing we have...to bring the outside world in when we can't go out...for whatever reason. I was so thankful, as we all are, for Mudcats, the radio show...the music, the comraderie in the chatroom, the lightening quick humorous banter in the chatroom during the show... the dialogues between Bert, MaryMac and Max...and being able to watch guests sing and play...it helped give me back my giggles

I had struggled for a while to find a way to say thank-you to Max.....and give him back a giggle........because this place had given me so much music and so many giggles when I REALLY needed them.
All I did was make a couple of phone calls......and send a pm to Bert...they did the rest.

and it's all archived.....Radio episode #32......April 26, 2000 Max's Birthday show.

The hardest part (not speaking for Bert)was keeping Max on the air until the "professional" belly-dancer arrived.

THANK-YOU BERT.......for going wayyyyy above and beyond the definition of a "good sport"!!!! You are awesome!!

THANK-YOU MARYMAC......for being a friend and a "partner-in-crime".

THANK-YOU AGAIN MAX...for your thirst for musical and cultural knowledge..AND taking the dancing lesson.

Subject: RE: A Mudcatter's Thank You
From: catspaw49
Date: 27 Mar 02 - 08:42 AM

Jackie, reading these for me is so reminiscent of your Music Therapy threads that many of us enjoyed so much. They were a wonderful touchstone at one point for me and I find myself drawn here in the same way. I truly hope that you find the same healing in this as you did back then when you wrote of a different therapy, but still related.

I too miss the Radio Show and as much for the Chat Group of "the usual suspects" that swapped lies and jokes and information during Max's broadcast. On those nights I would feel it was a great show and chat if I got laughs out of you. For a variety of reasons, some related to your troubles but other reasons too, you (and one other regular) were my target audience. I bet you didn't know that did you?

Spaw

Subject: RE: A Mudcatter's Thank You
From: Night Owl
Date: 27 Mar 02 - 07:51 AM

Life went on in the apt.....I didn't "thrive" as well as I had at the campground.....and I started back-sliding. As grateful as I was to have a roof over my head...it was just plain hard.

Paul helped "supervise" setting up my computor, continued to stay close....and helped me access "Mudcat Radio".

Mudcat Radio......

Max .......if you EVER get to read through ALL this blithering.....Mudcat Radio was a blessing in my life!!!

At a time when I was too emotionally and physically exhausted to go out, could barely hang onto my job....every week, for an hour or two...or however long we could convince Max to stay on the air....I forgot.....about the stuff I lost...about the blackness of my home....about how exhausted I was...and how sad my heart was.

THANK YOU MAX.....for doing the show for as long as you did.....exhausted or not...whether you thought there were only four or five of us listening or thirty of us.

THANK-YOU MUDCAT-RADIO CHAT ROOM MUDCATTERS.....for being so warm and welcoming in the radio chat room......AND thanks for the incredible humor in there!!!

Subject: RE: A Mudcatter's Thank You
From: Night Owl
Date: 27 Mar 02 - 06:23 AM

We had a dumpster in the yard, and into the dumpster went some painful things. I had been playing Paul's cd "Farewell" constantly.
If you have a copy, you understand why. The last tune on the cd is titled "Farewell" and as the hard things went into the dumpster..I played that song..as loud as I could. It became a very healing ritual.....blowing the pain out of me each step of the way.

My home was located in a "village". My family, and a few other families here, have known and been helping each other for three generations. The village has been discovered by developers, so its character has changed.....but the "old" families are still here.
The bad news is that you can't burp here without someone saying "God Bless You" the next day. The good news in a village is that people know when you need help.

I'm not sure what I was thinking...but it was Oct., winter was coming, and I hadn't made any effort to find a place for the winter....was very comfortable in the campground.
The contractor who was helping me is from one of those families. He came to the campground to tell me that the apt. in his family's home was available.
A bit later, a couple other neighbors came to the campground to help me pack up and "move". The only furniture I had was two lawnchairs, the tent and tarps were easy to take down...it gave new meaning to the word "move".

These people were awesome!! The neighbors had gotten together, cleaned up the apt. and filled it with stuff. They had put a bed in there..WITH sheets and a blanket, the refrigerator was FULL of food, the pantry was full of canned food. The stove hadn't worked for a few years but they had brought a two-burner hot plate..just incredible!

I think I would know, if someone had been "burned out" of their home, that they needed food, clothes, sheets, blankets, towels, a bed. But one of these women had ALSO added knick-knacks. Candle holders, flower vases (filled with flowers), figurines,....the stuff that makes a place a "home". Those small things were REALLY important, as was everything else they did.

Currently, we are pulling together most of those things they gave me, to begin setting up a home, and we'll be storing them in the basement of a local church, which will be listed with the Red Cross and the Fire Depts. here.

Subject: RE: A Mudcatter's Thank You
From: Night Owl
Date: 27 Mar 02 - 04:21 AM

blithering on here.......

After finding Sandy and Caroline's album....we decided there might be more in the piles. Neighbors stopping by and offering help were hearing the story of the album at the bottom of the pile and were showing each other where I had found it. So, we embarked on an "Archaeological dig".

I didn't find any more music in that pile but I DID find a picture of my brother.
My brother was a person who, as an adult, did NOT like having his picture taken. I had a rare picture of him taken just before he went on his trip to Kentucky.

Two days digging into the pile, we found it. Not in a frame, not protected....clear and dry.in the middle of the pile. The ashes on it brushed off easily

For me, it was another small miracle, in the middle of the devastation....and I felt him.....with me.

Life took on a "normal" routine. I was back at work, going to the house on days off, going home" to the campground, cooking CREATIVE one-dish meals, and playing/hugging the borrowed autoharp to help me get to sleep.

I had already met with an Insurance Adjuster, (another nightmare in itself that lasted two years) and found out that we had to prove the losses. It didn't sound right to me...we had paid the insurance timely forever..never had a claim...AND like most...did NOT have enough coverage to cover the actual loss of the structure and its contents. I had a videotape of the inside of my home that would have shown the antiques....my books, music stuff.....BUT.....it burnt.

He waved a "settlement" check from the Insurance Co. in front of me, already written out, all I had to do was "sign here". I refused.....and two years later was glad I did. I fought for..and received...the maximum on the policy.

I did some double-checking legislatively and talked with attorneys, and found that he was right....I had to prove, somehow, the existence of things that no longer existed. I had put the video in a "safe" place....just not fireproof.

It probably doesn't sound like a "healthy" thing for me to do...but from where I sit now..looking back....I am SOOO glad we continued the "dig". It changed focus to fit the demands of the Ins. Co., but in the process, I found some more "treasures" ......seems like there was at least one surprise each day.

Another advantage of being at the campground was that I could go to the house and work,and come "home" without getting soot all over someone's carpet and I could bring back stuff I found to "clean off ".
I added another room to my campsite...called the "burn room"....and I kept the stuff I was finding there....in a small clearing in the trees.
I also discovered that the smell of burn in the house was fine..because

EVERY time I lit a campfire at the campground, and pulled the lawnchair up near it...and sat down to relax with the autoharp and play for a bit, the wind would change direction and the smoke would go right up my nose before I could move.

Subject: RE: A Mudcatter's Thank You
From: Night Owl
Date: 27 Mar 02 - 02:14 AM

We went back the following day with more help......and spent the morning GENTLY freeing the record.

The record was THE Sandy and Caroline Patton's record that I mentioned waaaaaay at the top of this and had been one of my most "treasured albums..

AND it was NOT broken!!! or cracked.

My daughter grew up listening to those songs...and we never tired of listening to "Meekins and Morkins".

When I was able to finally access the "Hear-Me" sessions we were doing (the OLD Pal-talk), a mudcatter in the chat room gave me detailed, specific advice on how to clean the soot and mud off the record.

It worked......the record plays....except for the first cut on the album has part of the cover cemented to it...and is a bit warped...BUT MEEKINS PLAYS!!!
I don't know if Sandy (Folk Legacy) still has the album for sale..BUT if so...any of you who enjoy FUN songs...should hear this one!

THANK YOU SANDY and CAROLINE!!! Finding THAT record under that huge pile of black devastation....was "Mudcat Magic" for me...and gave me back an important part of my history.

THANK YOU MUDCATTER...whoever you are......(cuz I don't remember)but I've been following your advice religiously.

Those album "remnants" my daughter brought to her house were NOT all burnt...(some have interesting curves now...) but it looks like I'll be able to retrieve about a third of my albums. The covers didn't fare so well but I'm not ABOUT to complain!!

Subject: RE: A Mudcatter's Thank You
From: Night Owl
Date: 27 Mar 02 - 01:45 AM

continuing on..........

While I was in Vancouver, talking with my daughter on the phone, I learned that she had most of my instruments with her.....but they were "charcoal", and that she had the burnt boxes of my records and they looked as though they had melted together. I had asked her whether or not anything from the "memorial wall" had survived and about a special picture I had hanging on the kitchen wall. I had learned by then, that when there was a loooong pause before she answered......the answer was "no". This time she simply said....."You don't understand Mom, there is NO wall there." I understood.

She also told me that she had taken pictures and made me PROMISE to go directly from the airport to her house, before going to see my house. After I had my "base" set up at the campground AND the portable player to keep the music ON....I studied the pictures.

The following day, myself and a good friend went to the house. We went out to breakfast first....and I gave her some specific information about how to best help me hold together.
She had those "tears of relief" in her eyes.....and told me that she had been so worried about me and felt inadequate...cause she simply didn't know how to help this time.
She had been with me through my brother's death and my partner's death, and knew full well that crises have a cumulative effect on a human being.

She had also let me borrow her "Walkman" tape player for my trip to Ontario/Vancouver. One of the things I explained to her was that if I put the Walkman earphones on when we went to the house, it was simply my way of taking a Valium and breathing.

My daughter's pictures helped LOTS in initially seeing the reality of the devastation.

When a fire dept. puts out a fire..they throw EVERYTHING still burning out the window. The pictures had given me a clue that burnt things were all over the yard.....but I just wasn't prepared for how HIGH the piles were.

One of the piles was about one story high.....outside the dining room windows.
The pile was black soot-mud.....and I could see the remnants of a few things. The charred leg of a chair, my refrigerator-which took a while to recognize because it was black, my desk chair, some insulation and interior wall framing, what was left of my computor.....and my keyboard etc.

My friend is an artist and thought that the keyboard was a neat "art object". All the keys had bubbled up individually....(and NO I didn't save it.)

We decided we had enough for the day (she decided I had enough)....and started to leave. I glanced back at the pile and spotted, near the bottom of the pile sticking out a bit, the corner of a record album.

We tried to pull it out, but the weight of the entire pile was on top of it...it was getting dark out and starting to rain.....and I had to agree that we should leave and "chill" out at the campground.....and come back the following day.

heck of a time to take a break from typing...be back in a bit to continue

Subject: RE: A Mudcatter's Thank You
From: Lonesome EJ
Date: 27 Mar 02 - 01:16 AM

This woman knows how to keep an audience on the hook.

COME ON, Nightowl. :>}

PS this had better be good.

Subject: RE: A Mudcatter's Thank You
From: Night Owl
Date: 26 Mar 02 - 05:40 PM

I wish I had the time right now to respond to each of these posts and pm's....amazing, nurturing !!! Thank you all and thank you Helen....dumb-dumb here missed the lilac "symbolism". We have a species of "tree" here called a Cape Cod Scrub Pine. They grow and flourish under incredibly adverse conditions near the ocean. I have often, in the last few years, gone to my favorite beach just to focus on them and breathe.

Paul..hold on to your shorts(bg)...it's coming!!

With my skin crawling a bit here, thinking about cockroaches inheriting the earth....gonna go back to typing the next "installment" .

Subject: RE: A Mudcatter's Thank You
From: Helen
Date: 25 Mar 02 - 06:13 PM

Night Owl,

If you re-read McGrath's "potted history" of the lilacs and think about the human spirit and how some people can get knocked down but they just keep on living and growing, then I think you might see some of your own story there, too. Especially the fact that even if the plant dies, then the flowers can carry on the regeneration, because they are so determined to live life to the full. (This is probably not the place to mention cockroaches, but I have a deep respect for their overwhelming determination to live - no matter how battered and bruised they are, they can still get up and walk away.)

Also I want to thank you for letting us into your private world. I remember that Music Therapy thread - I would often get the cold shivers from it, because it touched so many deep and fundamental spiritual parts of my life.

Depths and insights - that's what this thread is about. Adding dimension to a person I have never met but with whom I have had some very pleasant and worthwhile conversations.

Helen

Subject: RE: A Mudcatter's Thank You
From: Amergin
Date: 25 Mar 02 - 06:12 PM

Jackie, it could be that once he heard your voice he felt inadequate....BG

Subject: RE: A Mudcatter's Thank You
From: Musicman
Date: 25 Mar 02 - 05:14 PM

ummmmm...... THANKS Jackie!!! (so far *bg*)

... and it wasn't because i heard you sing.... my car broke down!!! .. REALLY!!.. HONEST!!!!

hmmmm... no mention so far of the 'trapezee thingy' yet..... i'm sure that helped a bit somewhere..... :)

and........

anybody know a good massuse??

(can i relax now???)

Subject: RE: A Mudcatter's Thank You
From: catspaw49
Date: 25 Mar 02 - 04:20 PM

Jeffy and Guest.......Two just excellent comments, perhaps even a bit related, but all too true in each case.

We share so much as human beings in this world and yet what we most seem to want to emphasize are the differences. I don't know why that is. Perhaps it's because we are all taught the value of "having your own mind" or "thinking for yourself" or "not being a follower" or one of those things we all heard growing up. So we put high priority on "being an individual" or different from the masses in some way. If we'd sit back and take inventory we'd all realize that we are probably about 97% the same and often the things that do us the most good, give us the best feelings, allow us the most relaxation and relief, are the things that we share, the things where we are all alike..................

Sorry for the intrusion, but the two comments above from jeffp and Guest just smacked me upside the head with that thought and it's one I've had for years.

Spaw

Subject: RE: A Mudcatter's Thank You
From: GUEST
Date: 25 Mar 02 - 01:34 PM

Jackie...this has been a wonderful relief for all of the stress (job-related, lay-offs going on) that I have been through of late...thank you for being here.

Subject: RE: A Mudcatter's Thank You
From: jeffp
Date: 25 Mar 02 - 01:32 PM

I think this thread is an illustration of the tremendous amount of synchrony in the world - if we will only allow it to happen for us. Loving the story.

jeffp

Subject: RE: A Mudcatter's Thank You
From: Night Owl
Date: 25 Mar 02 - 12:59 PM

whoa Sorcha........take OFF your hat...AND your shoes..put your feet up and rest a spell. There's a few more thank-yous I need to do before I even BEGIN to try to explain "potato-peelers"lol. (It's been a looooong road.)

Just so anyone else reading this will know....Sorcha has VERY GOOD reasons to be chomping at the bit. I promise, cross my heart...I'll give plenty of warning when it's time to put your hat back on and go for a FUN ride.

I need to shut down for a few hours here, but before I do...McGrath...thanks for what you did up there about the lilacs. I mentioned them because that's what I was running off to do as soon as I finished typing that day...and I appreciated the advice on transplanting. They were an important part of my daily life....so it's neat for me to see them be singled out here in this thread.

Subject: RE: A Mudcatter's Thank You
From: Sorcha
Date: 25 Mar 02 - 11:22 AM

This just gets more and more wonderful........hold on to your hats, folks. (Thanks for sharing, Jackie)

Subject: RE: A Mudcatter's Thank You
From: McGrath of Harlow
Date: 25 Mar 02 - 11:17 AM

(Last bite of he cherry)

"Lilacs do root easily from hardwood cuttings - at least some varieties. I remember starting several bushes from stems that had been cut for bouquets - after the blooms had faded - they had already started to root - so just babied them along a bit in the water and eventually set them out." (Mmario)

"I did manage to get some of the Ramblin' Roses, Blue-bells, and a few of the baby lilacs last Wed. They'll have a new life with me here." (Night Owl.)

Thanks, Night Owl. And the others.

Subject: RE: A Mudcatter's Thank You
From: McGrath of Harlow
Date: 25 Mar 02 - 11:12 AM

(This post is a continuation of the last - I'm having to do that with anything over a couple of paragraphs for some reason.)

And that stuff about the lilac underpinning the story in a way a single writer could never achieve:

"...and try to convince my Lilac bushes that they want to move before the Bulldozer comes."

"I've dug up, moved, shaken and pruned many lilac bushes in my time and I have found them to be very resilient. In fact, they've become stronger and more beautiful ..."(Lyrical Lady)

"And now about the lilacs...I've tried moving them and it's EXTREMELY difficult because they have such STRONG roots." (Mary in Kentucky)

Subject: RE: A Mudcatter's Thank You
From: McGrath of Harlow
Date: 25 Mar 02 - 11:09 AM

I just had a look through the Mudcat photo gallery. Most of the people on this thread have pictures in there - spread out across at least four continents.

Including, I was happy to discover, Night Owl playing music with two young people, looking just the way she should from reading what she's written.

Subject: RE: A Mudcatter's Thank You
From: Night Owl
Date: 25 Mar 02 - 10:55 AM

"Blithering" along here...there was a lot of "magic" at that campsite. Within three days, a friend arrived with one of his autoharps for me to borrow as long as I needed it. I could play music there and invite friends to play music...I did and we did...at night....around the campfire.

One day, my daughter arrived at the campsite with a stack of papers in her hands. I had been talking with Paul about the fire stuff I was dealing with, decisions I had to make, and how overwhelming it all was. I had NO idea that he had started a thread,letting Mudcatters know what had happened. The stack of papers she had was e-mails...BUNCHES of e-mails...from Mudcatters from everywhere.....offering support, instruments, money, ANYTHING to help.

I said a "brief" thank-you here as soon as I got a computor again...BUT I want to say again...now that its behind me and you know what I was dealing with in that fire...

THANK YOU Mudcatters...for the flood of support you sent me. There's a few of us here who have been the recipients of Mudcat "floods". It helps a LOT and is an important part of what we do here in this community..

Subject: RE: A Mudcatter's Thank You
From: Night Owl
Date: 25 Mar 02 - 09:48 AM

if you guys only knew the parts I'm leaving OUT here.......!! bg

Subject: RE: A Mudcatter's Thank You
From: catspaw49
Date: 25 Mar 02 - 08:55 AM

And that is not the beauty of the stage Mario, but the beauty of the real world instead.

"Reality is bad enough, why should I tell the truth?".....Patrick Sky

Spaw

Subject: RE: A Mudcatter's Thank You
From: MMario
Date: 25 Mar 02 - 08:50 AM

just an aside - but as I read this thread it hit me - that if I saw this as a plot for a movie or TV show - I would think it hokey and contrived. Just goes to show you that the "real world" can be as magical as the staged one.

Subject: RE: A Mudcatter's Thank You
From: Peter T.
Date: 25 Mar 02 - 08:34 AM

A writer can go through a whole life without such a compliment, Night Owl. Your Music Therapy thread touched me too, a long time ago, and changed my way of thinking about many things, music, life. So thank you back again.

yours, Peter T.

Subject: RE: A Mudcatter's Thank You
From: Night Owl
Date: 25 Mar 02 - 07:31 AM

My friends and family were calling me daily in Vancouver, to make sure I was ok. My daughter told me she had made a space in her home for me to stay...and was also giving me names of friends and neighbors who had offered their homes, if I needed.
The Red Cross had already contacted her, and wanted to know if there was anything I would need immediately when I got back. I said Yes...a portable radio/tape player.... which I guess made NO sense to anyone who was trying to help. I do believe that a Mudcatter would've understood that I needed to listen to "my" music...and notjust "any" music. ( I bought one the day after I returned.)

It took one night of trying to sleep in someone else's home...with all the strange noises and activity, for me to know that I needed to be in the woods...in a tent. It was different than just visiting friends or family. I needed a "base" where I could gather myself together a bit and think....and try to figure out what to do and how.

It was awful....everything was black The urge to be in the woods was so strong there was NO way to ignore it... so my friends helped me gather together some camping "gear" and within a day, I had a "home" at a State Park we have here, complete with a bedroom(tent,sleeping bag and mats); kitchen(coleman stove); dining room(picnic table); living room with a fireplace (campfire and two lawnchairs)....and an "entertainment center"(two squirrels who played creative games of tag every day at my campsite.) I didn't have a clue as to why, but it was simply where I needed to be at the time and I stayed calm there.

Months later, after I moved into an apartment and got my computor and Mudcats back,reading the "Thought for the Day" we were doing here had become part of my morning routine. I read one about trees Peter T. had written, (Dec. 2, 1999-"Thought for the Day") and I couldn't stop crying.
He had captured in words why I went to the State Park... and the tears were relief., because his words allowed me to help my friends and myself understand.
I sent him a PM asking for his e-mail, which he gave me. I was so busy with daily survival, I never sent the e-mail, but my intent was to just say ..

THANK YOU PETER T....your words hit home.

and THANK YOU LEJ for that incredible paragraph you wrote up there, it reminded me of Peter's trees.

and part of "Mudcat Magic" to me is things like....at the same time these thoughts were swirling around in my brain, trying to come out....Celtic Soul repeated LEJ's paragraph.

Subject: RE: A Mudcatter's Thank You
From: Night Owl
Date: 25 Mar 02 - 04:35 AM

Today,(Sunday)is an anniversary of sorts for me.

By March of 1999 I had been working with the four women for a while, had been hanging close to Mudcats for refueling, and had introduced "my" music and my autoharp to the women. I was getting SOO frustrated at work, about things I was seeing with the music and my inability to articulate it or document it.

I turned to Mudcats for help with using music for therapy and unlocking brains. None of you knew at the time, about the terror and losses I had been through (before the fire). I really DID mean it, when I said in that thread, that I received MUCH more than I gave there. Every day, I had three of those women telling me they loved me loads, and a fourth woman whose eyes lit up and who came alive when I walked through the door. Each day, those women gave me lessons in what REAL courage and patience with what life puts on our plates means, and they gave me the courage to keep going....and Mudcats continued to supply me with music and humor.
There was a flood of helpful, wonderful, some sad but validating, information and links you all gave back in that thread and by personal messages.

One sentence in particular, written by Musicman (Paul), jumped off the screen to me.....
"Pushing through the handicap to access the music"
and I knew he knew, and understood, and had seen himself, exactly what I was talking about, professionally. AND he had a wealth of knowledge and resources that he was happy to share.
That was March 24th, 1999..three years ago.

We talked a lot for a few months, about music therapy, about the loss of a partner, about the struggle to pick up and move forward in life, about music.....and about the creation of the "Farewell" CD he was putting together.
He lives on the West Coast, I live on the East Coast. We eventually made plans to meet in Ontario. I was on vacation, on my way to meet him, when the fire happened.
One of the firemen here told me that, had I been home when the lightening struck, I would not have survived.

We were supposed to meet near my girlfriend's home in Ontario, but Paul heard me sing and chickened out. bg

I somehow found myself in Vancouver, instead of Ontario. My daughter had already told me that everything except the structure of my home was gone, the house was boarded up, and there was nothing needing to be done immediately. and I should continue on my "vacation". I hadn't had a vacation since my partner died, and my daughter was fully aware of how exhausted I was before the fire.

I took the train..four days, three nights..no phones, no demands, incredible scenery rolling past the windows ... and I tried to understand the words "everything's gone". It's a trip I would recommend to anyone trying to comprehend life's chaos.

When I arrived, I met two of THE most caring, gentle, neat human beings on earth....Paul and his daughter, Rita. It was my first meeting of a Mudcatter in "real" life. He filled my ears with music, filled the days with adventures and gave me open access to his music room and its instruments. They both made me feel warm,comfortable, SAFE and loved. It didn't hit home for a while in me that I had lost my music. But he understood it. He had some of the same music I had, and somehow managed to find the time, without my knowing, to make music tapes for me. I didn't fully realize until lots later, how important those tapes were.

I could write a book JUST about the things Paul has done for me, to help me hold together. BUT at a minimum I want you guys to know, that he has helped carry me, through the ups and downs, day in and day out..in the middle of the night and in the early mornings, through the nightmares and fears, filling me with his music, reminding me that keeping the music on was VITAL for me, reminding me to treasure the small miracles when I found them, giving me giggles when I needed them, helping me focus on oceans, "my" mountain and the sunsets and sunrises, giving me back the "lilt" in my step, and always, consistently, an ear to listen. If any other Mudcatters meet him in "real" life, and notice that he walks kinda funny now, with one shoulder lower than the other, it's cuz he's been carrying my weight for a while now. I love you both, Paul and Rita, and am daily thankful that Mudcats brought you into my life. You are a couple of the "miracles" in life, I've learned to treasure.

So......ummmmmmmmmm THANK YOU PAUL!!!

Subject: RE: A Mudcatter's Thank You
From:
Date: 25 Mar 02 - 01:09 AM

Jackie,

That must be one of the best tributes to Max, the Mudcat Café, and Joe, and all the other Mudcat people.

Subject: RE: A Mudcatter's Thank You
From: katlaughing
Date: 25 Mar 02 - 12:31 AM

Beautiful! This is just like reading installments in one of those old magazines; can't wait for the next chapter! Thank you, Night Owl!

Subject: RE: A Mudcatter's Thank You
From: Night Owl
Date: 25 Mar 02 - 12:18 AM

Celtic Soul.....just read your post. Hits me like more "Mudcat Magic"...which I'll explain SOON...no, REALLY!!!

I drove past the property today. A neighbor stopped by yesterday to tell me the house was gone. I printed out all of your posts to this thread.....and read them a few times before going over there. It's now a treeless sand lot...no trace of the plants and flowers. I did manage to get some of the Ramblin' Roses, Blue-bells, and a few of the baby lilacs last Wed. They'll have a new life with me here. It's clear to me that I was writing the obituary for my home and its "memory wall" last week. I am FINE with seeing the sandlot....thanks to all of you and the support here!!!

I'm gonna hang out at Mudcats, typing for a while tonight...not feeling very "focused" so am going to continue "blithering on..and eventually find my way to explaining what a potato peeler has to do with anything.

A couple years after my partner died, I bought my first computor ...and it terrified me! I had decided to learn what a computor was, because most jobs required some computor knowledge......and working the three jobs destroyed my feet, including, among other things, detaching my Achilles tendon. We thought, for a while, I wouldn't be walking again.

The first thing I did, after learning how to turn the computor ON, was to do a "search" on the internet for "Music...folk/blues". Within a few minutes...I found Mudcats.

Like most of us.....I felt "home" immediately. I found my way around the site and eventually into the forum. I found lyrics to some of those obscure songs my brother and I had learned, found some threads about those old camp songs...found lyrics and tunes to songs I had forgotten I knew....and even found "The Legend of Sam McGee" which had been one of his favorite recitations.
I found some of the same political arguments he and I had over the years in these "threads"....and found that people got mad at each other because of opposing STRONG views...just like my brother and me....and members here recognizing consistently that the love of music is a bond that ties us together...and keeps the door open...no matter how mad we get....just like my brother and me.
And .... it gave me back the music.

After about a month of quietly reading threads, I realized how absolutely hungry I was, for the music and the information here, and the knowledge, and the humor.......and the community.
Although I was still petrified of stuff I heard about the internet...and scams...and privacy invasion etc., I became a member...because it simply felt like "home" AND the design of this site made it EASY for me to understand HOW to join.

Up until then, I hadn't been playing any of my instruments....had simply turned the music off. There had been no dancing, or singing, or playing in my home and heart for a while after my partner died. It was a surprise to me that I was excited to find Mudcats, at a time when I had been going through life in a trance, internally numb.

An 8yr. old and Mudcats helped me turn the music back on.

After the fire, when I was finally able to replace the computor, (and with Joe Offer's help I got my "cookie" back)-- THANK YOU JOE, there was a piece of my history, saved from the fire. ALL of those threads I was "tracing", all of my archived Personal Messages sent and received were there.....right there!!

THANK YOU Max..for all the effort you put into the incredible DESIGN of this site, keeping it going, and ensuring the information is accessible to us.

THANK YOU Mudcat community, for giving me back my music, for the second time in my life.

THANK YOU Mudcat Community for taking the time to post ALL of that information and ALL of those "blue-clickies" that will allow me to rebuild my music library..... books and all.

It took me a while to realize that there's something else here. I have good friends in the "real" world, who enjoy listening to music, enjoy making music, enjoy going to music events, and get "excited" when they hear a neat piece of music or a good band. It's something we "do" together.

The difference in me is that music is part of who I am and is necessary to my existence. I'm not a performer, singer, nor a really good musician. But I have music in me. Unfortunately it took some "hard" times to recognize that,for me, there is eating, drinking fluids, breathing and music. I have found here at Mudcats......BUNCHES of human beings that feel exactly the same....and here..some four years later I understand why I was so excited at finding this community.

Subject: RE: A Mudcatter's Thank You
From: Celtic Soul
Date: 23 Mar 02 - 12:05 PM

Lonesome EJ penned: "I often find myself angry or baffled by the random cruelty and thoughtless violence that seems to play such a role in the world. Perhaps there is no changing those things. Maybe the ultimate revelation of our value lies in how we deal with these things, how we hold to our basic sense of right and dignity in the face of them. In the process, we may lose every material thing that gives us comfort, until we are left at last with whatever peace and strength lie within us".

Oh, *spot on*!!! Well penned. I wish I could have been half as eloquent.

Nightowl, thanks for sharing what must still be painful in a very healing way. It gives one pause and faith.

Subject: RE: A Mudcatter's Thank You
From: SINSULL
Date: 23 Mar 02 - 10:48 AM

Refresh
Take your time, Jackie. We can wait.

Subject: RE: A Mudcatter's Thank You
From: GUEST,Den
Date: 22 Mar 02 - 03:25 PM

Night Owl, my words I know will never make things better. But believe me when I say that from the little I know of you, you will get through all this somehow. I remember when we used to connect on the old HearMe sessions you were always very kind to me in response to my singing, and I always appreciated it. You made me feel good about myself from all those miles away. I don't know why bad things happen to good people, that's life. You are a good person that has happened to a lot of people here and I can tell you that you have touched a lot of hearts and that one day you will have the luck for all your kindness and I hope that, that day is soon coming, Den.

Subject: RE: A Mudcatter's Thank You
From: Alice
Date: 22 Mar 02 - 02:59 PM

Night Owl, your comment that the page about trauma should be approached slowly got to me. I had twin daughters die at birth about 21 years ago. I still haven't faced that. At the time, people around me were very cold and not understanding... comments like, why are you always thinking about death - you're so depressing. I guess because most people I knew were so young they had not even experienced grief yet. With my parents death a couple of years before the twins, at least I had my siblings who understood losing parents. I think they, too, were in too much shock to deal with more. Like your story, many levels of loss overlap. Sometimes it is a matter of survival to just numb out and keep going without talking about it. You've made me think about finding a way to connect with people who could understand.