Showing posts with label Megan Perry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Megan Perry. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 10, 2013

'Half Broke Horses' travels to simpler times

I want to grow up to be a 1920's cowboy on a ranch in the Midwest. Life during that time seemed so satisfying, like everything was worth it.

I just recently read Jeannette Walls' "Half Broke Horses," a story of Walls' grandmother's life during the Great Depression and the world wars. It was different time from 2013 then. This was a time of traveling on horseback, getting dirty on the ranch and going outside for some good fun.

People didn't have technology, indoor plumbing being something for those with money. Their biggest worry then wasn't that their cellphone wasn't charged or the traffic on freeways to get home.

They worried about storms coming through taking out their entire crop for the season, or that they wouldn't get enough rain to grow their crops. Walls takes us back to the simpler time of her grandmother Lily Casey Smith. Her grandmother was as tough as they come.

Told in first person, Walls gives life to her grandmother's inspiring past.  She takes us on the journey her grandmother embarked on all those years ago. Walls showed how her grandmother worked hard for everything she had, which wasn't much, and how she appreciated every bit of it. Nothing was placed on a plate for Smith and served to her. She knew what she wanted and obtained it herself.

Smith didn't let anything stand in her way. She knew that she wasn't cut out to be a woman with nothing better to do than look pretty.

Smith became an uncertified teacher at 14 years old. To become certified, girls needed to attend eighth grade, which needed to be paid for out of pocket by the girl's family. Most ranch families couldn't afford it and felt it wasn't necessary anyway. Most women during this time believed they were supposed to be a wife and mother. Those who wanted to work became nurses or teachers.

Smith wanted to prove to the world that she was tough and took no crap from anyone. Though she wasn't certified, she did what she loves, teaching schoolkids, with an enormous passion.

People appreciated things then that we take for granted every day, like water. Walls writes that when the area was in a drought, water wasn't easy to come by. She said that when it doesn't rain, ranches may not get any water if there is no natural water source on the land.

What did they do to get by then? They'd have to hop on a horse, head for town, and carry bought barrels of water back home. During a drought, ranchers needed some savings to spend on water or they're going without. Walls writes how Smith collected rain water, which would fall into the rain gutter and down to a bucket for collection.

They used that water to drink, cook and clean. Her family appreciated water, which was almost strange for me. I take for granted the water that rushes through my indoor plumbing, and even get a little mad when it comes out with some noticeable minerals. How ungrateful, right? 

Smith loved to save money and was always thinking of ways to save more. After two children, she figured a way to make the most of laundry. Smith would have her family wear their shirts until they were dirty, then turn the shirts around. Once the front and back were dirty, she'd have them flip their shirts inside out, getting two more wears out of the inside-out shirts.

I wash my clothes just to get the tight shape back into them, let alone when they're dirty.

Hard work and sweat weren't something Smith and her little family were afraid of. She and her husband were up at sun up, getting breakfast going and getting the ranch chores started. A day cooped up like a chicken drove Smith crazy with cabin fever, so she never let a day go by that she didn't work on something.

I knew that life then was different, but I never put myself in their shoes. Walls brings the Depression-era back to life with her vivid descriptions. She put me into the boots Smith once wore.

It was a lifestyle that seems so simple to us youngsters, almost unnatural, but was what built the nation we live in today. Some may even remember times like this, so excuse my modern point of view.

I was born and raised in the era of electronics. Technology is expanding quicker than most of us can handle. Three-year-olds are playing with smart phones, when, in Smith's time, they'd be outside learning the ranch runnings.

Some days it's an accomplishment for me just to get out of bed and dressed. Reading about Smith made me wonder what I'm doing as a human being. She worked all day every day, getting antsy if she relaxed for too long. I get antsy when the TV goes on commercial for too long.

Not just women, but anyone who is human, should strive to live like Smith. She's an example that hard work pays off.

We are taking life for granted. It's not always about the biggest trend, but about the little details that make up our day. Smith teaches us to appreciate what life throws at you and to work hard for anything you want. Anything worth wanting will be hard work.

I'm not saying to start wearing shirts inside out and backward, but to appreciate the fact that you don't have to. I know it's tough to teach modern dogs classic tricks, but us dogs can learn something from Smith's story: Life is hard, so work it out.

This novel is something all of us should read just to stay in touch with our history. We've all become so infatuated with phones and Internet that we've forgotten the finer things. I definitely recommend this novel to anyone looking for an escape from this technological time.



"Half Broke Horses"
By Jeannette Walls

Megster scale: Definite re-read

Wednesday, July 3, 2013

My Wednesday walk

I just completed an activity with RunKeeper http://runkeeper.com/activity?userId=21288354&trip=203512135

I've been feeling super lazy lately. Yesterday I found this app called RunKeeper, which is supposed to be a personal trainer in your phone. I thought, 'Why not give it a shot?' So today I got off my lazy butt and went for a short walk. I did jog a little along the way, but it was mostly a walk.

I'm not trying to lose weight, but instead I'm trying to gain energy. My mom always told me the more you sleep, the more tired you get. If I want to be awake and enjoy this summer break, I really need to get off my butt. That's when I decided on my morning walk.

I went for a 30-minute walk, which was approximately 2.76 miles with an average of 11:36 minutes a mile. Apparently I burned 170 calories.

It felt good. I could feel my body waking up as my blood rushed through it. I liked the adrenaline rushing through my blood as the endorphins filled my head.

It was the perfect morning to start my new regimen. The sun was out, but it wasn't scorching me yet. The air was cool and felt fresh against my skin.

I know it wasn't much, but it's a start.


" I'm in my zone, and I'm feeling it. Stop blowing my buzz, quit killing it. "

Sunday, June 30, 2013

Firework hunters: Six days of firework festivities

This is my fifth year living in Los Angeles, and I am a self-proclaimed firework hunter. Each year since I've moved in, I've found a new show to add to my firework tour.
This year I decided to make the most of Independence Day, which in L.A. should be deemed Independence Month. Fireworks are more than just fire in the sky; they represent freedom and they go off all month long. I wanted to take in as much freedom as I could, so I decided to hunt fireworks. 
My first fourth in L.A. was probably five or six years ago. I remember being totally upset all day about not being next to a body of water for this holiday, which was my tradition since I was a child. 
Once the day was done and the darkness settled, things changed. Fireworks were shot up from neighboring backyards. People were in the streets lighting their own fireworks bought from the local fireworks stand. The entire city lit up. It was quite incredible to see such a sight. 
I wasn't used to seeing such a spectacle, since I grew up in Riverside where fireworks of any kind are banned. Here in L.A., I could turn in any direction to see a firework shot up in the sky. They went off for hours that night. 
Little did I know that they were going off for the entire month before. This was the year I realized that Independence Day is my favorite holiday. 
My hunting kicked off this year with Friday Night Lights at Dodgers Stadium. A night hike with my fellow firework hunters lead us to the top of Radio Hill, which oversees the backside of Dodgers Stadium. We were there for Friday Night Lights, which is the show Dodgers put on for Friday night home games. 
The seven-minute show, sponsored by Denny's, was definitely better than the shows taking place throughout the cities, though the view wasn't. Friday Night Lights looked more like fire art than fireworks.
We hiked up to the top of Ascot Hills in El Serreno on Saturday. The hike up the steep hills is worth the phenomenal view overlooking the furthest corners of L.A.
We originally went to watch the  El Serreno Park show from above, but the Saturday before the fourth is pretty busy for pyrotechnics. So many other shows took place in various cities along with solo booms coming from neighboring yards, and we could see them all.
It had to be the ultimate firework extravaganza, and that was only Saturday night. 
Sunday was the show in East L.A., which is one of my favorite shows. Fireworks bang to the sounds of Bruce Springsteen "Born in USA," remixed with Cheech Marin's "Born in East LA." 
Monday was our day off. We needed to breathe between shows, and the closest show was at Disneyland. But that doesn't mean we're through hunting. 
The Hollywood Bowl is doing two nights of fireworks, and I'll be there for the first. Tuesday we'll be at the Hollywood Bowl overlook off of Mulholland Drive. It usually gets pretty crowded, so we'll be showing up early to get a good spot. I missed it last year looking for parking. 
For Independence Day Eve, we'll ride our bikes down the Los Angeles River bike path to watch the Cudahy Park show from the riverbed. Being my favorite show, the feeling of fireworks exploding right above my head is exhilarating. 
Each show is special in its own way, and I'm always looking for a new show to add. Chasing fireworks for my favorite holiday makes the unbearable heat worth it. 
LOS ANGELES LOOKOUT: Lights twinkle throughout Los 
Angeles as darkness settles in the city on Saturday from Ascot Hills. 

BOOM, BOOM, POW: Fireworks light up the sky in East Los Angeles at the civic center as the scent of tacos and sulfur linger in the air. 
UP TOP: Los Angeles lights up on Friday night from Radio Hill in Elysian Park. 

FEEL THE BANG: The firework show from East L.A. on Sunday night. 

Monday, June 10, 2013

A slap in the face to ELAC graduates

By Megan Perry

Hundreds of students sat on the field in Weingart Stadium to commemorate the end of the first chapter of their educational career at the graduation ceremony last Tuesday evening.

Family and friends filled the seating on the south side of the stadium anxiously awaiting their graduate walk down the aisle.

School officials who were given the opportunity to speak took their place on the stage, filling all but one seat.

Missing from the podium party was graduation speaker Gustavo Arellano.

Arellano was asked to be the commencement speaker earlier this year, to which he agreed.

As grads sat in their seats looking through the graduation program, they began to notice that sociology professor and MC Rin Kahla skipped over the graduation speaker Arellano.

I was among these graduates.

"What's going on? When is Gustavo going to speak?" I heard students and faculty murmur to each other during the ceremony.

They were excited to hear the Ask a Mexican columnist from the Orange County Weekly speak only to be disappointed by his absence.

The next day, he wrote what he thought was an apology  entitled "Why Gustavo Ditched His East Los Angeles College Commencement Speech (Hint: Because He's A Big 'Ole Pendejo)" in his column.

His excuse for missing the ceremony was that he didn't realize it was happening on Tuesday.

He thought graduation took place on Thursday, which caused him to miss it all together.

In his column, he said he didn't know the ceremony took place on Tuesday until he received an email from an ELAC administrator asking him where he was.

By then, he said it was too late.
He was working on a big project at work he couldn't leave in the middle of.

His apology wasn't very sincere.
The tone of it sounded like an episode of Urkle, "Did I do that?"

The worst part of the so-called apology was the ending when he compares missing the speech was almost as embarrassing as "when I ripped the loudest possible fart imaginable during reading time," according to his column.

How disrespectful to add a seventh-grade fart reference to the apology he was giving to graduates who anticipated his speech.

Arellano's apology was more of a slap in the face to ELAC and its students than anything else.

Trying to use humor to downplay the situation only disrespects us graduates even more.

We worked hard to get to that graduation, yet Arellano didn't seem to think it was important enough to double check the date on which he was to be featured in our ceremony.

Not all of the blame can be placed on Arellano though.

Did nobody think to call and confirm that the grad speaker was actually going to show up?

English Professor Patricia Godinez recommended this man to speak at our ceremony.

If Arellano was close enough to Godinez to be recommended to speak, why wasn't he close enough to her to receive a reminder call on the date?

An entire committee put together the ceremony.

Did none of them think to give the guy a reminder call, text or a simple email the day before?

It all seems irresponsible and disrespectful to the students who worked hard to be there.

Arellano was right when he wrote that we deserve better.

We do.

We deserve a someone responsible enough to double check a date.

We deserve a committee who is on top of the reminders to make sure the ceremony goes as planned.

We deserve better for all the hard work and commitment we put into ELAC.

We deserve someone who will show up.

Mr. Arellano, you didn't make it to the ceremony, and an apology was a good place to start.

But you owe us.

We'd at least like to see the speech.

We'd like to know the inspiring words you were going to give.

I'd like to see it published on your blog. 

Next time you apologize, keep the farts out and sincerity in.

Hopefully, there won't be a next time.