Dragonfly: Any of various large insects of the order Odonata or suborder Anisoptera, having a long slender body and two pairs of narrow, net-veined wings that are usually held outstretched while the insect is at rest. Also called regionally darner, darning needle, mosquito fly, mosquito hawk, needle, skeeter hawk.
Poetry: The art or work of a poet.
Prolixity: Excessive wordiness in speech or writing; longwindedness
I never told this story here before, but my Mama's famous banana pudding is so good that my older sister's son proposed to his wife with a bowl of it. He put some in a square Tupperware container and with that candy lettering you buy at the grocery store in the cake mix aisle, wrote "Will You Marry Me?" Of course, she said yes...then ate the banana pudding and the proposal.
Well, this book of short essays by Rick Bragg is overflowing with Southern stories way better than mine. I'm only about 20 pages in and haven't stop wiping my eyes from crying tears of sadness and laughter. It's that kind of read. As Dolly Parton said in "Steel Magnolias": laughter through tears is my favorite emotion...
"Olav Hauge was born in 1908 in Ulvik and he died there eighty-six years later. As a younger son in in a traditional Norwegian family, he received virtually no land. The older brother got the main farm, and Olav lived all his life on what he could produce from 3 acres of ground. During his late 20's, he spent some time in a mental institution. At 65, he married the Norwegian artist Bodil Cappelen, whom he met at one of his rare poetry readings. He settled into married life very well, and the house cheered up considerably. He died in the old way; no real evidence of disease was present. He simply did not eat for ten days, and so he died. People who attended his funeral, which took place down in the valley where he had been baptized as a child, describe a service full of feeling and gratitude. A horse-drawn wagon carried his body back up the mountain after the service. Everyone noticed a small colt that ran happily alongside its mother and the coffin all the way."
From the Preface by Robert Bly in "The Dream We Carry" by Olav H. Hauge.
I highly recommend this book. The poetry is amazingly touching.
91 He who dwells in the secret place of the Most High Shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty. 2 I will say of the Lord, “He is my refuge and my fortress; My God, in Him I will trust.”
3 Surely He shall deliver you from the snare of the fowler[a] And from the perilous pestilence. 4 He shall cover you with His feathers, And under His wings you shall take refuge; His truth shall be your shield and buckler. 5 You shall not be afraid of the terror by night, Nor of the arrow that flies by day, 6 Nor of the pestilence that walks in darkness, Nor of the destruction that lays waste at noonday.
7 A thousand may fall at your side, And ten thousand at your right hand; But it shall not come near you. 8 Only with your eyes shall you look, And see the reward of the wicked.
9 Because you have made the Lord, who is my refuge, Even the Most High, your dwelling place, 10 No evil shall befall you, Nor shall any plague come near your dwelling; 11 For He shall give His angels charge over you, To keep you in all your ways. 12 In their hands they shall bear you up, Lest you dash your foot against a stone. 13 You shall tread upon the lion and the cobra, The young lion and the serpent you shall trample underfoot.
14 “Because he has set his love upon Me, therefore I will deliver him; I will set him on high, because he has known My name. 15 He shall call upon Me, and I will answer him; I will be with him in trouble; I will deliver him and honor him. 16 With long life I will satisfy him, And show him My salvation.”
Psalm 91:3That is, one who catches birds in a trap or snare