Thursday, November 29, 2012

Deep South Magazine Pushcart Nomination!

Dear followers,

This is a note to say thank you if you voted to help nominate me for a Pushcart Prize Nomination for my poem, Same Stars, Different Houses, which appeared in Deep South Magazine. The results are in:


6. Mississippi Speaks-- by Sandra Bounds (A fellow member of our Mississippi Poetry Society) 4%


5. Where to Go From Here 6%


4. Long Distance 8%


3. Lovebug Seasons 22%


2. Middle of Nowhere 23%


1. Same Stars, Different Houses--by Wynne Huddleston 28%


Thank you so much, my wonderful fans, friends, family and fellow bloggers and writers! You are the reason I made the cut!



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Sunday, November 11, 2012

My Wonderful Mom




Mom
Godly, beautiful, talented, one of the last stay-at-home moms. Descended from German immigrants who came to America during the war and started a school here. They were poets, too. Her dad (grandpa) wrote beautiful love poems to grandma.


Mom is very talented in many ways. A great cook-- no one can copy her vegetable soup, dressing or homemade chocolate pie--she cooked us three meals with desert, every single day. She hosted makeup, craft and home decorating parties. Our house was always beautifully decorated and in style, but within a reasonable budget. An excellent seamstress, she made many of my clothes, bridesmaid dresses, cheerleader, majorette and drum majorette suits. She also made suits for those who weren't as fortunate to have mothers that were able or willing to do it for their daughters.
Majorette suit with sequins! I was in the 10th grade.
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  • She kept us three girls in line, too! We had chores to do…
  • and I remember the switch a few times. But she had a way of making me want to mind without being punished, too. Once, as a teenager, someone told her they’d seen me and a girlfriend smoking (we were just experimenting). She actually told that person it was none of their business. Then she told me that she couldn't say anything to me about it since my dad smoked (at that time), but she really wished I wouldn't  And of course that was the end of that! Had she come down hard on me I probably would have rebelled and done it for spite. What a wise mom!











  • Education was a high priority. Somehow she made us independent, never did homework for us, but made sure it was done.By example she taught me how to spend money wisely. An avid reader, she provided the books we needed. I read nearly everything in The Book of Knowledge Encyclopedias (especially the poetry and craft sections). We also had science encyclopedias, a great literary book collection (forgot name), and World Book Encyclopedias. She bought me books via a book club also. I’ll never forget how a teacher hurt my feelings in class once. My wise mother always taught me that you can catch more flies with honey than with vinegar. She took the books I’d already read to the teacher, told her that I was sensitive, more or less, and then donated the books to her. I never had another problem. I wish more parents could be like her. She liked to learn new things, too. She joined a ceramics club and made many beautiful things that won 1st place prizes.




  • Mom's 1st place ceramics, Beethoven bust and player piano


    Once she was a bowler and succeeded at that, too. She bought a home piano course and taught herself to play a little piano. That course taught me to love old songs like, “Drink to Me Only with Thine Eyes.” She wanted me to play piano and organ, (and I wanted to), so she took me to lessons, recitals, and festivals from 3rd grade until I could drive myself, and I am so thankful for that emotional outlet. She was really following God's will, because I knew when I was only a few years old that I was meant to be a church musician. Of course we went to Sunday School and church every week, too! Once, after yet another wedding I had played at and not received as much as a thank you card she remarked, You'll get your reward in heaven, don't worry. As a child I was enrolled  in 4-H and in high school she found someone to teach me drum majorette lessons. She took my sister and me to Sears Charm School to learn how to be a lady and model. 






    I've never really thought about it until writing this, but she really gave me the thirst for knowledge and the fortitude to just jump into an unknown situation with the expectation of success. What an amazing mother!






    About Me

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    Wynne Huddleston is a poet, musician and teacher. Her first book of poetry, From the Depths of Red Bluff, ISBN: 978-0-9840483-2-8, published by the Mississippi Poetry Society, Inc., is now available on Amazon and Barnes and Noble. Ms. Huddleston is the Mississippi Poetry Society 2014 Poet of the Year. Her poetry has been published in numerous publications including the Birmingham Arts Journal, Camroc Press Review, Stymie Magazine, Danse Macabre, Orange Room Review, New Fairy Tales Anthology, Ink, Sweat & Tears, and Four and Twenty. Her poem, Same Stars, Different Houses received a Pushcart Nomination from Deep South Magazine. Awards include the 2013 MPS Award, and Winner of the Grandmother Earth National Contest 2010 for Environmental Poetry. Ms. Huddleston was born in Lone Star, Texas, but has lived in Mississippi most of her life. She has been an elementary music teacher for 25 years, and has 2 grown sons, and 2 grandchildren. http://www.amazon.com/dp/0984048324/