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Family

Fifty-plus Banjos

My husband Mike is a fantastic self-taught musician. He first wooed me by performing Paul Simon’s Duncan. The next song Mike performed for me was Friend of the Devil by the Grateful Dead. Perhaps these are questionable selections to some, but I loved my sweet serenades.

The instruments my husband and children play

Mike’s love for guitars and guitar-like instruments is vast. He is able to share his abilities with our children, and has tried to teach me too. I appreciate music, but am much less inclined in terms of abilities than the rest of my family. You can see my little blue guitar hanging out at the end of the guitar rack. The artwork in the photo was created by my daughter, Alice, and given to Mike as a gift. If you like it, check out Alice’s instagram.

When we moved to Oklahoma, Mike made it a goal to visit the American Banjo Museum as soon as possible. Mike and I finally made it to the museum on a Saturday in July of this year, 2023. We moved to Oklahoma in 2018. You do the math.

We entered the air-conditioned museum with anticipation and relief. The outdoor temperature was near 100 degrees Fahrenheit. We were greeted kindly by the docent, who asked if either of us was 55 years or older.

“I am,” Mike answered. “Does that get me a discount?”

“Oh,” I said in shock, “if you’re 55, that means I’m 54.”

Which is a fact that shouldn’t surprise me. Two years ago, when I first started graduate school, I wrote a very clever personal essay titled “Graduate School at 52”, which I may update and include as a future post. I know how old I am, but I guess I never really think about it all that much.

Which is also a lie since I purposefully named this blog after my age.

So. Many. Banjos.

Anyway, back to the American Banjo Museum. So. Many. Banjos. Hundreds of banjos. Banjos dating from the 1840s to banjos made in the 2000s. My favorite, one that I didn’t take a photo of, was from the early 1900s. It is an open back banjo, made entirely of wood, except for the skin that was stretched tightly across the drum. I learned, in fact, that many banjos originated from drums. A neck with strings was added to the drum face, and the strings were tightened differently to produce different sounds.

Again, I am not the musically inclined family member, so my description leaves much to be desired. The good news is you can also have the goal of visiting the American Banjo Museum someday soon to properly learn the terms used to describe all things related to banjo making and banjo history.

The museum hosts musicians as well as the instruments. The monthly Celtic Jam was in session on the Saturday that Mike and I visited. The members of this particular jam included violinists, cellists, guitarists, players, banjoists players and ukelele-ists. (This is my blog – I get to make up words as I see fit).

An example of a banjo as art: A Bacon Blue Ribbon banjo from 1923 in the American Banjo Museum

Listening to the musicians while wandering through the exhibits that are pieces of artwork as much as they are instruments was truly a magical experience. Thinking of how many people played those instruments for crowds of one to crowds of thousands was amazing. Hundreds of thousands of people, which is a number much greater than fifty, were affected by the banjos that are housed in the American Banjo Museum.

I’m not certain that this story contains a lesson or great insight of any sort. All I can say is that this ordinary girl is more impressed with the beauty of the banjo than she was before. She also feels a tad bit younger, especially compared to her favorite banjo from the early 1900s.

As for Mike, he proved that he is truly a musician of all trades. Someday soon a banjo might end up on our guitar rack, replacing my little blue electronic guitar.

Mike strumming a banjo in The Learning Lounge at the American Banjo Museum
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Literature

The Mysterious Variorum Chaucer

Bizzell Memorial Library at night

The Bizzell Memorial Library sits in the middle of the University of Oklahoma campus. The library is an expansive, five-story building that includes a reading room, tech-savvy spaces, and traditional columns of books punctuated by study tables and corrals.

My favorite place in the library is the Zarrow Family Graduate Student and Faculty Center. This lower level location is where I studied almost daily as a graduate student. The path I took through the library led me past a short hallway whose wall is adorned with a curious sign. The first line on the sign is “Variorum Chaucer.”

Variorum Chaucer sign in Bizzell Memorial Library

I took a Chaucer class as part of my graduate studies but never had time to investigate the meaning of the sign. I recently returned to the library to solve the mystery of what and where the Variorum Chaucer is.

First, I needed to define the word “variorum.” According to the Merriam-Webster dictionary, a variorum is “an edition or text with notes by different persons.”

Next, I looked up the history of the Variorum Chaucer. The Variorum Chaucer was founded more than 50 years ago in 1967 by a scholar named Paul G. Ruggiers. Ruggiers’ goal, according to a 1984 interview with William Bedford Clark, was to bring several medieval researchers together to publish bodies of work that included all scholarly notes on Chaucer’s works.

Ruggiers predicted that 40 volumes would be needed to complete the series. Only 12 volumes were published between 1979 and 2002. Ruggiers acknowledged that each volume would take time and that he would die before all 40 were complete. Ruggiers passed away in 1998, at which time 8 of the 12 volumes were published.

Where did the sign for the Variorum Chaucer lead to in Bizzell? Would there be a room full of old manuscripts and notes? Would there be a scholar pouring over resources, creating their own compendium regarding Chaucer or his works? Who was carrying forward Ruggiers’s vision?

I followed the direction of the sign. The short hall ended with white double doors. I passed through the doors. I entered a tiled, nondescript hall. Uncertain of where to go next, I searched the walls and doors for additional signage. I found one that reads “Chaucer Variorum.” Assuming that “Variorum Chaucer” and “Chaucer Variorum” are the same, I continued on my journey.

Chaucer Variorum sign in Bizzell Memorial Library

I discovered an entrance! But the door was locked, and is an entrance to several offices.

First entrance to Variorum Chaucer in Bizzell Memorial Library

I walked around the corner. Old, tall dusty shelves filled the space. The shelves were full of old dusty books. I wouldn’t be surprised to find something spooky, like the Dueling Banjo Brothers from the movie Deliverance, here.

Near the dusty stacks, I found a second entry to the Variorum. My heart rate increased. My excitement was palpable. I practiced a few questions quietly that I planned to present to the graduate student or professor I hoped to encounter. Perhaps they would allow me to touch an ancient text full of Chaucer’s words or unroll a scroll with intricate scribal artwork.

Alas, all I found was a muntin window-paned locked door. I could see into the Variorum and out the window on the opposite wall. I could see desks, chairs, bookshelves, books, papers, and equipment that appeared untouched, possibly for years. My view through the paned door gave me the sense of a time capsule. It looked as if the inhabitants partially cleaned the space and walked out on the same day.

The other Variorum door

This basement room of Bizzell I stared into with wonder was the space Ruggiers acquired in 1982 or 1983, 16 years after he started the Variorum Chaucer.

This ordinary girl is curious to know what happened to all that knowledge of fifty-plus years. Is it worth salvaging? Do we need variorums in our modern-day society, where so much information can be gleamed within seconds from the internet? Is it still worth our time and energy to deep dive into the histories of words and worlds and storytelling? What happened to the director and other Variorum Chaucer employees who followed Ruggiers?

Sadly, I did not completely solve the mystery of the Variorum Chaucer. I discovered the location and history, but, like the heroine of a well-written novel, my greatest wishes were not granted. I didn’t meet a Chaucerian or touch a text covered with Chaucer’s words. I don’t know who is responsible for the space or the items that are left in it, but I do feel honored that I at least got a glimpse of it.

I did discover the work of Paul G. Ruggiers. His greatest accomplishment, perhaps, was founding the globally renowned New Chaucer Society, a world-wide organization for anyone interested in Chaucer.

Perhaps one day I’ll search the stacks of Bizzell for the 12 volumes published by the Variorum Chaucer. Hopefully, they’ll be above ground, in the main sections of the Bizzell Memorial Library, where I’ll have less of a chance of encountering the Dueling Banjo Brothers from Deliverance.

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Literature

The Muppet Movie and The Canterbury Tales

What do The Muppet Movie and the Canterbury Tales have in common?

Thank you for asking! I’ve been comparing the two for a while now and am glad to have the opportunity to share my thoughts with you.

Kermit the Frog reads The Canterbury Tales

Let’s begin with the obvious.

Both stories are about a journey. In The Muppet Movie, Kermit the Frog journeys from the swamp to Hollywood. The pilgrims of the Canterbury Tales journey from Tabard Inn in Southwark to the Canterbury Cathedral in London.

Each story includes a huge cast of characters. The Muppet Movie features 24 main muppets, 8 background muppets, 10 human characters, and an additional 15 famous special guests for a grand total of 57 main-ish characters. The grand finale, a rousing rendition of The Rainbow Connection, includes over 100 human and muppet performers.

The Canterbury Tales features 30 pilgrims, including Harry Bailley, proprietor of the Tabard Inn. Harry proposes that each pilgrim share 2 stories on the journey from the Tabard Inn to Canterbury Cathedral, and 2 stories on the way back. The pilgrim who tells the best story will earn a meal and a night at his inn.

Kermit the Frog gains an entourage of muppets and humans as he treks across America from the swamp to Hollywood. He believes that every character has a talent that guarantees their success in Tinseltown.

The colorful characters of The Canterbury Tales and The Muppet Movie represent people from all walks of life. My favorite storyteller of The Canterbury Tales is the Wife of Bath, who is also known as the loathly lady. Kermit, of course, is my favorite muppet, which is a source of contention with Miss Piggy, who suffocatingly adores Kermit as well as herself.

But I digress. Just as Harry Bailley manages the pilgrims through their storytelling, Kermit leads his entourage through traps and turns that are mostly meant to ensare him for his scrawny frog legs. We never learn who earns the prize offered by Harry Bailley because Geoffrey Chaucer died before finishing his ambitious project of writing 120 stories. He managed to pen 24 colorful narratives that illustrate medieval lives. Kermit and his friends (spoiler alert) do reach Hollywood, but destroy the studio in which they are to record their performances.

The lesson from the pilgrims and the performers is to try. Just try to do something – tell a story, sing, dance. Hunt for frog legs. Whatever. Try something that will take you on a journey.

Anyway, that’s how this ordinary girls sums up these two stories.

The Canterbury Tales and The Muppet Movie are wonderful pieces of fiction that illustrate so many truths about friendships, human nature, and societal roles. If you have fifty-plus minutes (97 to be exact), use it to watch The Muppet Movie. If you have only 45 minutes, use it to listen to Ancient Literary Dude read the prologue to the Tales in Middle English, the language in which they were written. Both events will take you on your own mindful journey.

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Cycling

Fifty Cycling Sights

I’m an ordinary girl who owns three bikes. A road bike, an around town bike, and a very fun to ride short cargo bike.My favorite of the three is my road bike who I named Heron. I also love riding the cargo bike, which has two names – the Green Machine and Kermit – because it’s green and who doesn’t love Kermit the Frog?

Kermit (my second favorite bike) and I at a music festival

Yes, just like pets and kids, I play favorites with my bikes. At any rate, what I really want to share are the fifty-plus scenes I’ve witnessed while cycling in and around this town called Norman, OK that I’ve lived in for almost five years.

Ready? Put your helmet on and let’s go for a ride. Watch out for:

A man walking in front of a new housing development wearing nothing but his tighty-whities; a pair of roadrunners; a family of armadillos; non-native deer; animal control and police cars lining the road where the non-native deer live (a bust in action – the deer and other exotic animals were found to be kept illegally and in poor condition); turtles, smashed and alive; a wood duck; longhorn cattle; a white horse giving birth; a scissor-tailed flycatcher that flew with me for about half a mile; some deer that ran alongside me for about a quarter of a mile; cars in ditches; a boy trying to skateboard on a long, gravel driveway; downed telephone lines; coyote; fox; and fifty-three million gazillion wildflowers covering roadside ditches and entire fields.

Okay, I know that counting the wildflowers is cheating but I can’t help it. They are absolutely gorgeous. Seeing red and yellow and orange and blue and purple burst out of the earth in unison makes me so ridiculously happy.

As does watching Kermit take a spin through the flowers on my favorite bike.

Kermit riding Heron through the flowers

To those of you who allowed fifty-three million gazillion wildflowers cover your fields and ditches, know that it made a very positive difference to this ordinary girl. To everyone, know that even though I say I favor Heron, I really do also love Kermit. He is, after all, the best muppet ever.

Aside from lovable, furry old Grover, of course.

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Travel

Foiled by Tay-Tay

June 4, 2023 – a Sunday afternoon in Chicago

Ideally, this blog is a place where all things fifty-plus and fabulous will be discussed. Aging, job-hunting, parenting, dog-walking, beverage sampling. All good things, right?

This inaugural post discusses a major event that is affecting my life in a very immediate and adverse manner.

I asked when I booked the hotel room. “Why can’t I find a room for Friday and Saturday nights?”

Taylor Swift” was the response. “She’s here Friday and Saturday. You should be good for Sunday.”

Now I know the phone attendant got it wrong. I didn’t think to check Tay-Tay’s schedule. I have troubles enough navigating myself. Like the time I woke the kids up early and drove them to school. No one else was there. I’d forgotten it was a holiday.

I probably cussed. My kids heard me cuss.

“Guess what?” I told them. “We’re going out for breakfast!”

Anyway, back to the hotel in Chicago. The hotel lobby is full of way more than 50 people. It’s more like a thousand, all waiting to check into their rooms, which is exactly what my daughter and I want to do. We decide to find a place to plug our computers in and work for a bit.

Taylor Swift fans checking into a Chicago hotel

Fifty-plus minutes later, there are still at least 50,000 people in line. We pack up our computers and books. We check our bags in with the valet. We step out onto the Chicago street and start our search for a pierogi dinner.

Hopefully, when we return, the 55,000 Swifties will be at the concert. My daughter and I will then be able to get into our room and rest.