Friday, May 20, 2011

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For what it's worth?


I do believe in God.




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To do list for Friday, May 20:


Feed the dogs and the people

Watch and return videos
Make the votive holders for the garden

Visit with Pup and WB

Take a nap and a shower.


BBQ for supper.

Update the blog and check the email and twitter.

Take a shower.

Watch tv's Craig Ferguson


Saturday

Wake up.

Look out the window to see if outside is still there.

Check to see if all the really good people who I know are still here.

If it is take the dog to the vet and wash towels.


Note for Friday

Make sure to wear clean pajamas to bed just in case the world does end.

Don't wanna meet St. Peter in dirty underwear.

Or naked.

That would be difficult to explain.


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Boy has this been an interesting week.

Julie Andrews on tv.
A lady talked to me in tongues.

Can't get any more diverse than that.

And now there's some guy saying that the world is gonna end tomorrow.

Amazing.


Anyway just in case the world doesn't end, I bought some new bowls and some ice cream to eat. Between you and me I hope it doesn't end tomorrow. There's a couple of good music festivals this weekend and the weather is supposed to be pretty good.

Hugs,

Author Ann

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Thursday, May 19, 2011

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About the use of the word "ordinary" in this song, I'm wondering if "ordinary" can co exist with extrodinary and not go bonkers?



Sweet song though. Can just imagine a tea table in the August light. Something sweet. Something savory. Good cuppa. Conversations about the day and what might be...


There spinning in space.

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I seriously hope that the folks reading my blog speak  English or better yet Southern.

Otherwise? They might not understand a word of this blog.









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"Keep you hands and legs in the truck. Work hard so you won't forget the definition of the words "humble" and "empathy".  And, so you'll keep outta trouble while you're here?  Pay attention. That last bit's real important. If you're concentrating on working and creating ?  You won't have the time ta' get into mischief and we, your guardian angels, won't have to work so durn hard to keep or get you outta' it. 


Thanks,

Management."



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So I was talking to Pup about String Theory ....





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" Dunno. The moment you "find" your self, I'm thinking you crystalize. Set in stone like a statue. Engraved on the pedestal the words, "Here stands the quintessential (insert name here)". It's not for me. Not easy but I'd rather be evolving. I don't want to be "quintessential". It means you've stopped. Stopped creating. Stopped living. I intend to keep on living until the day I die and even that would be an evolution.

Then again that might be alot of work.

I do write The Slacker Chronicals. I'm from the country. Life can get gnarly. Might want to think on this alittle more."



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And from Merriam Webster online

http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/quintessential

The definition of "quintessence"

The fifth and highest element in ancient and medieval philosophy that permeates all nature and is the substance composing the celestial bodies
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work in progress (WIP) as different from RIP which is an entirely different thing....

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again c anne ford 5-19-11

LOL Sounds like I'm a fanatic for c anne ford.

Ironic but not intended to be Narcissitic.


BBL

WIP

GOTWBIGH (Going outside to work before it gets hot).

CYA

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And The Word Is "Ohm" a multimedia short story. Otherwise known " The Search For the Universal Short Story for Muliple Learning Styles or How to Talk to Aliens WithOut Even Trying or... LOL


First, you should know that this is a humourous story. And a kind of metaphor. An allegory. A picture story for the Internet generation. Or backing into a story. Or painting oneself into OR out of a story corner.

Have a sense of humor and bring your towel. You'll need it.

Author Ann

Oh and "Welcome to 12blots... yah dah ... fact and fiction ... Don't ASSume.Ask...yah dah doo... Thanks...

I personally would wait until it's finished before trying to make sense. It's a work in progres. You're reading notes. It won't make too much sense. When it's finished? I'll post it separate. Not nuts just trying to work with the Internet medium. Ann






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LOL I was going to use something from August Rush but thought that perhaps we'd go back alittle further.

I'm looking for a song.


Is it this?












"What are you doing?" he asked. 

"I'm vibrating. " she said.

"Vibrating?" he replied.

"Yes, vibrating."


"Ah. you mean you're meditating." he wrongly surmised.

"No. meditation is in ward. I'm vibrating outward."  she said to him.

He put the news paper down and looked at her, "Like a beacon? A light house."

"No."

"Like one of those emergency things? The ones on boats?"

"Kind of but not quite.

More like walking out into the dark night and saying in a very quiet voice, "Hello? Is anyone there?""


"Ah."


"No.  Ohmm."



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c anne ford

5-19-11




Now then where is that song.


Maybe this one.





That is dramatic but the song I'm thinking about the song that has the words "... and the word is ohm..."


And they give it a sound and the word is "ohm"...




Close but no.

Maybe a picture. The mystery of infinity and the Mobius strip.

So a figure 8 on it's side is supposed to represent infinity. I'm thinking here. If we life in world with more than 4 dimensions. Wouldn't a simple picture be more like a Mobius strip? The line that never ends in two dimensions might be thought of a a figure eight but this life is more than 2 dimensional. Even the Mobius strip would be simplistic, but it does bring one into a world with at least 3 dimensions. The atom is closeer to the fourth dimension because it functions within the definition of space and time. At least it did.

"It's excuse me. I really do need to stop and pick up this ball of string." said Alice.

from

My Name is Alice and I'm looking for Moby Dick"

c anne ford

5-19-11



"...And a "Harlequin Romance for Theoretical Physics Majors" type novel? Anyone seen one? I love those things. The drahma. All life's problems solved in alittle more than 200 pages..."


From work in progress

Harlequin Romance for Theoretical Physics Majors

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C Anne Ford

5-19-11


So okay here's the August Rush.







Thank the Lord it's not "Dueling Banjos"...



LOl And the word is ...."ohm"?



Got to love cosmic punctuation and spelling...













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"...It comes from the center of the (Celtic) heart. The place of self determination, preservation. The primal scream. The cry of life that tells us all I am here. When someone shakes us from the pre histortic sleep of the womb.


"I am alive."



It is the place where the body takes hold of it's soul.


Once upon a time, I dated a musician. He showed me how two guitars, both in tune, could communicate.  "If both are in tune," he said, "when I pluck this string -" and he did so that I could hear the sound, "The same string on the guitar you're holding should vibrate.

And it did.


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That's how I've discribed the mate of the soul.  That  first cry, the new soul vibrates to the world, "I'm here."   and begins. It's our long search for home.  It's our search to find that other turned to us and we to them.  People who meditate will talk about connecting with life by meditation and uttering the universal "om".   We're told that the world of that sylable can only be known by the "enlightened".  I'm not sure.  I think that we know it without being told because of it's link to that primal cry that's uttered when we leave the water and draw that first breath of life.


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5-19-11




"You'll have to excuse the "Jack Handy" moment. LOL. The music metaphors are rampant.  But for some reason, I've kept that "om" within the music metaphors.  Don't get me wrong. There were plenty of "Fate" driven opportunities to encase it with in the matrix of other beliefs but for me it's more universal.

A scientists watches the world. Unfolds the "blanket" of cultural references that the mind and language have wrapped it in and then looks for the universal truth of it.

Ultimate Truth vs Percieved Truth vs Cultural Truth vs LOL "You can't handle the truth" Truth.

It's these "gears" of the world's cultures that have turned  the notions that civilize the human race.  It's brought us out of the mire. Designed to keep us from killing each other, I wonder if it hasn't just smoothed the shards of glass only a bit."





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5-19-11



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Wednesday, May 18, 2011

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"...So much sadness in the world. It can seem as if the whole world's gone dark and that the sunshine and love in life has just left and flown away...." c anne ford 5-18-11

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"Today? 
A woman spoke to me in "tongues."

Today?

A man kept his word.

A bird flew.

Someone who says "I'll stay." Lost his temper.

And someone who'd lost his temper and cast me aside? Came home.

The planets spin.

The Sun rises and sets.

Prophets scream the end and the winds turn and churn and uproot the notions of home.

I walk on the waves of time.

Past and present try to dance with me.

I hear their voice sing,

"Walk past the wall.
  Through the malestrom dance.
  Part curtains  of time and space.
  Do not look up, nor down, nor fear.
  Nor keep another's pace.
 
  The world I see is in the mind.
  The voice I hear my own.
  The light I see in front of me.
  The light of hearth and home.


And so she walked through fields of gold.
And on to till daylight breaks.
To a place where clocks ..."


LOl I'm sorry. But that's where I'll stop for the moment.

Work in progress.

c anne ford

5-18-11

all rights reserved by the author


"Oh, and for what it's worth?" she said, "A woman did speak to me in "tongues". If you don't know what that is, it's okay. I've lived in the South for my whole life. Been in churches large and small and I know that people are different in their way. The good news was that this world has all kinds. A good man gave me a place to be. I know I'm not alone." He looked and her and - demanded- yes demanded, to know if she'd felt intimidated by the woman. "No," she said, " I've seen alot of things in my life.  So, no."  She thought abit more and then told him what the old woman had said whe she asked her what her favorite Bible verse was.  There'd been a pause and then the woman began to recite, " For God so loved the world... The entire Bible is within that one verse."

Later she'd think about her. The woman who spoke in tongues. She'd found her. Saw her. A supernatural being if there ever was one. Not a halucination unless they were all having one. The other lady had seen her too. Talked to her before she had. So she hadn't made it up. It was happening alot lately. "Walk through the malestrom..." and what was the other?

"If you can keep your head, " she didn't know the rest but she did know the author, " - Kipling. It was Kipling. "





c anne ford
5-18-11


all rights reserved by the author


If by R Kipling


"If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;


If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!"


.tbc

Sorry ya'll but life calls.

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"... I remember the first time that I went to the river. I remember running skipping along the ground. "Any minute," I whispered, "Any minute I'll leave the ground. Leave the things that pull and push on my heart. I'll fly." And for seconds at a time I would. The "invisible wings" I was born with? I could feel them. Huge and smooth. Strong and beautiful like a swan's wings, the wind would rush through and then around them. I'd jump in the water with arms stretched. Then down I'd go where gravity had no dominion on me and up through the air. "

c anne ford 5-18-11

"... When I sail in a boat and see the sails unfurl, the wind moves Heaven, Earth, and even time in such unusual ways. I become different. I become better..."

c anne ford 5-18-11

"...Hmm. Everyday I expect a miracle. I expect to be free."


c anne ford 5-18-11




unless noted all work by c anne ford all rights reserved by the author.



"My dad is talking about going fishing. I'm delighted beyond words. Forgiveness and in the end? The thinks of life are simple to define."


c anne ford 5-11-11





"... he said, grab your things, I've come to take you home..." - Solsbury Hill  - Peter Gabriel


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"Walkin in Memphis I was walking with my feet ten feet off of Beale..."






The Ballad of the Last Dodo...

Happy
Sunshine
Like a child
Flying through the atmosphere
I look back
To see the the sea and an ocean of sky
wondering where the line of light and dark will be.
Riding through the sky
She asked, "Are you ready to fly?
Leave behind gravity?
Finally?"
I've been running my whole life.
A skip and a jump but still the memories like gravity kept me bound.




c anne ford
5-18-11


"I'm going to Graceland.

I may be abliged to defend every love."
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And while we are on the subject --


I wonder if Miranda Lambert would consider starring in a movie about  country singer, Tammy Wynette?  Would her new hubby play George Jones? 


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Tuesday, May 17, 2011

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Bite me Bunny.




.Congrats and Happy Birthday.tv's Craig Ferguson. You've finally attained that level of creativity in with you are just too "hilarious" for words. Which can only mean one thing.


I get to go watch something else.

Soom all the cool kids will be watching week after week for the next big catch phrase or cool ironic thing.


We have a tradition here. When something becomes "all that"
, it's time to go find something else to watch.  There too many other folks watching and there's only so much air available air in the room. Someone has to go outside for some air or run to the store to get a six pack.


Earl, you are just too cool

Too cool and just to precious.


Whoo hoo.






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Monday, May 16, 2011

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Putting this here incase the blog goes wonky or the "list of things I have to do today and tomorrow" grows. So for May 17th -

Happy birthday tv's Craig Ferguson.


Regards!

Do I think that he reads my blog? Doubtful.

It just seems like a nice, Karma, thing to do.


HoooRayyy.

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I'm having a "discussion" with Pup about Ms Power's portrayal of Ms. Markham and whether Ms. Thompson could play the role better. "Yee-ah, " I'm saying,"Look at her. She's the spiting image of Markham." 
He presses on, "But her voice? Do they have recording of Ms. Markham? What does she sound like?" 

"She's a proper actress with English sensibilities. Of couuurse she could play this woman.", I'm getting kind of annoyed that he didn't just agree with me.

 "I dunno." he counters. "It's not can she act or even if she's English, which considering where she was brought up, might not have anything to do with an "English" accent. It' the register. Is her voice a high pitch? How about Ms. Markham."

"Her voice IS FINE. No one give a crap. I mean look at Sean Connery.  Russian sub commander or American FBI agent. Guess what? Sean Connery."

It's really irritating to live with people who question everythinnnnnngggg!!!!!

(Whine)

Here's the visual

Ms. Markham

http://www.century-of-flight.net/Aviation%20history/pathfinders/Beryl%20Markham.htm


Ms Thompson

http://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://bp2.blogger.com/_Qzd9HIsRWeA/SJEcyz1k6rI/AAAAAAAAKio/ZYmDbs0vAX0/s400/Emma%2BThompson.jpg&imgrefurl=http://moviedearest.blogspot.com/2008/07/women-we-love-emma-thompson.html&usg=__Zew88TCybKWm_cuGyK893pB2cJc=&h=400&w=269&sz=23&hl=en&start=77&zoom=1&tbnid=p2L2JQwLWegFpM:&tbnh=129&tbnw=90&ei=p03RTebmPMK3twfOyamMDg&prev=/search%3Fq%3Demma%2Bthompson%26hl%3Den%26sa%3DX%26biw%3D1310%26bih%3D595%26tbm%3Disch0%2C1225&itbs=1&iact=hc&vpx=119&vpy=210&dur=18&hovh=274&hovw=184&tx=106&ty=182&page=4&ndsp=28&ved=1t:429,r:0,s:77&biw=1310&bih=595


Ms Powers in the roll of Beryl Markham

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K8V7Ddkaja4


Ms. Powers is beautiful just as Ms Thompson and Ms Markham.  But for my money Ms. Thompson with the dress of the time is almost an exact copy of Ms Markham when it comes to hair, facial structure, eye color.

Ack, forget having to convince an investor or actor, I have convince my son who takes no BS from me what so ever. He was born immune.

It just would be nice to see this movie come to life without the (no offence) "Oprah gloss of feminist valor" award.  From what I'm reading, I don't think that Ms. Markham was a feminist icon. Not even close.

As I  tried to tell my son,

"Pup, she had an affair with a friends ex right after the friend and her ex parted ways. This woman had given Ms Markham a home when she was broke.  Provided a place for the newly wed Ms Markham to honeymoon. It was a painful breakup. How feminist is it to drop the woman who's just broken up with the love of her life and then go have an affair with the ex instead of consoling the woman friend? I just don't think it registered with here what havoc she was causing with a woman who'd been so kind --"

"Dunno." my son is making lunch so he's kind of distracted, " I don't think that makes her unsympathetic, besides it's just the background music. I think that Ms Powers is doing a pretty good job."  It was at this point he finished his lunch and my voice was rising as he went into the other room to watch The Man Who Shot Liberty Valence, "She left her infant son in the care of her estranged husband's mother in law" I'm ye- speaking in not my inside voice so that he could hear me, " because she didn't think it would fit with her life style." That should convince him that this wasn't a tragic figure and shouldn't probably be played as such.

I could hear a muffled "uh huh." from him but nothing that spoke of the indignity of  the situa ---

Never mind.


tbc  Going to go clean the kennels and hug the dogs.  If it weren't for "hug the dogs" part  it would be just dog poop.


Hugs,

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No, I didn't know that this song was on the BBC show Jules et Jim. Okay.
But if this transation is correct?




The title song?

Artist: Jeanne Moreau
Song: Le tourbillon de la vie



Des tas de bracelets autour des poignets,
Et puis elle chantait avec une voix
Qui, sitôt, m'enjôla.

Elle avait des yeux, des yeux d'opale,
Qui me fascinaient, qui me fascinaient.
Y avait l'ovale de son visage pâle
De femme fatale qui m'fut fatale {2x}.

On s'est connus, on s'est reconnus,
On s'est perdus de vue, on s'est r'perdus d'vue
On s'est retrouvés, on s'est réchauffés,
Puis on s'est séparés.

Chacun pour soi est reparti.
Dans l'tourbillon de la vie
Je l'ai revue un soir, hàie, hàie, hàie
Ça fait déjà un fameux bail {2x}.

Au son des banjos je l'ai reconnue.
Ce curieux sourire qui m'avait tant plu.
Sa voix si fatale, son beau visage pâle
M'émurent plus que jamais.

Je me suis soûlé en l'écoutant.
L'alcool fait oublier le temps.
Je me suis réveillé en sentant
Des baisers sur mon front brûlant {2x}.

On s'est connus, on s'est reconnus.
On s'est perdus de vue, on s'est r'perdus de vue
On s'est retrouvés, on s'est séparés.
Dans le tourbillon de la vie.

On a continué à toumer
Tous les deux enlacés
Tous les deux enlacés.
Puis on s'est réchauffés.

Chacun pour soi est reparti.
Dans l'tourbillon de la vie.
Je l'ai revue un soir ah là là
Elle est retombée dans mes bras.

Quand on s'est connus,
Quand on s'est reconnus,
Pourquoi se perdre de vue,
Se reperdre de vue ?

Quand on s'est retrouvés,
Quand on s'est réchauffés,
Pourquoi se séparer ?

Alors tous deux on est repartis
Dans le tourbillon de la vie
On a continué à tourner
Tous les deux enlacés
Tous les deux enlacés.

English
The life swirl

She was wearing rings on every finger,
Lots of bracelets around her wrists,
And she sang with a voice
Which beguiled me immediately.

She had opal eyes,
Which fascinated me, which fascinated me.
And the oval of her pale face
Of a femme fatale who was fatal to me {2x}.

We met, we recognized each other,
We lost touch with each other, then all over again,
We met again, we warmed each other up,
Then we left each other.

On our own we went back
Into the swirl of life
One night I saw her again, oh my,
It's been ages already {2x}.

By the sound of the banjis, I recognized her.
This curious smile which had appealed me so.
Her so fatal voice, her beautiful pale face
Moved me more than ever.

I got drunk while listening to her.
Alcohol makes you forget about time.
I woke up feeling
Kisses on my burning hot forehead {2x}.

We met, we recognized each other,
We lost touch with each other, then all over again,
We met again, we left each other,
Into the swirl of life.

We went on spinning
Both entwined
Both entwined.
Then we warmed each other up.

On our own we went back
Into the swirl of life
One night I saw her again, oh my,
She fell into my arms again.

When we've met,
When we've recognized each other,
Why lose touch then,
Lose touch again ?

When we've found each other again,
When we've warmed each other up,
Why leave each other then ?

So we both went back
Into the swirl of life
We went on spinning
Both entwined
Both entwined.
It would fit as a title song (and would be an excellent movie title).


Wonder who could write such a movie. I'm not keen on overly "drahaamatic" bio pics. I'm reading a biography of Beryl Markham.  It's not the autobiography but it is written by a woman who stayed with Ms Markham in the months before the aviator died. It swings between a hero worship and a "just the facts" reporting.

And it asks some rather interesting questions about the stories surrounding Ms. Markham.


I'm thinking that a seriously interesting movie could be made here. Not the Lifetime kind that would gush about the woman. Nope. Nor a horrid one that exposes the gritty details of what is rumored to be numerous love affairs.


Unapologetic.


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On second thought?  

That would be a better title.



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In 1991, astronaut and Ninety-Nine member Eileen Collins ventured into space, carrying Louise Thaden's cloth flying helmet, signed by the racers of the 1929 Powder Puff. Derby. The connection between the past, present, and future, encouraging fellowship and support, has remained strong, moving more women to fly as high as they want, unimpeded by the restrictions of gender. "
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http://www.century-of-flight.net/Aviation%20history/pathfinders/equal%20rights%20for%20women.htm









Dear Diary,

I'm currently reading a biography of Beryl Markham. Interesting woman. Interesting story.  Wondering who owns the rights' to the book






AND if Emma Thompson would ever play the lead.

http://www.century-of-flight.net/Aviation%20history/pathfinders/Beryl%20Markham.htm


Interesting women.

More of my dream cast later...


Hilary Swank reprise of Amelia Earhart.


Sincerely,

Author Ann

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