Best of Knoxville’s Independence Day Street Style

 

Pizzazz HaleySeeing, being seen, walking the dog, eating on Market Square while the kids screw up their courage to run through the water play fountain, serendipitous art, it’s all happening in downtown Knoxville.

This Fourth of July holiday my photographer husband Kurt and I captured some of the independent spirit and wisdom of a few of Knoxville’s most intriguing and fabulously themselves women (and men!). Besides checking out Knoxville’s human artworks, we also photographed some of our city’s delightfully eclectic art currently on display.

First, let’s visit with four beautiful Knoxville treasures: Haley, Donna, Abby, and Bev via photos and video shot on Market Square.

Razz-ma-tazz Haley

Razz-ma-tazz Haley

Haley

Style inspiration: her grandmother who lives in Massachusetts and sends her packages with clothes and vintage jewelry. They are the same size!

Personal style: Grandmother casual as her co-workers call it

Style secret: serendipitous scrounging first thing in the morning

 

 

 

Stylin Donna

Stylin’ Donna

Donna

Clothes resources: thrift-store finds and Fizz boutique on Market Square

Natural pick-me-up: she changes clothes every two hours!

Other creative outlet: Donna writes the “Bad Habits and Benevolent Spirits” column for Knoxville’s alternative weekly Metro Pulse. Check out her latest article “Staying Sane Amid the Vortex of Time” at:

http://www.metropulse.com/news/2014/jul/02/old-news-staying-sane-amid-vortex-time/ 

 

 

Joie de Abby

Joie de Abby

Abby

Style secret: lets her mood (sassy, comfortable?) dictate her daily fashion choices

Busy lifestyle: combines attending college with working at Fizz, Knox’s clothes-horse nirvana on Market Square

Disclosure: she’s our gorgeous niece and is as kind, intelligent, and fabulous as she is lovely!

Yes, we love her!

 

 

 

 

Fabulous Bev

Fabulous Bev

Bev

Style inspiration: Cyndy Lauper, amazing singer/songwriter, musician, and style icon who has advised that “Girls Just Wanna Have Fun” since the mid 1980’s

Bev’s take-away: have fun with your clothes

Time capsule: channels funky and fun styles from the ’60s and ’70s

Closet boost: she works at Fizz boutique downtown

 

 

Gracing the window of the Emporium Building is artwork called Diverse Sculptures nu Jim Parris and Gwendolyn Kerney (girlBGlad.com).

Gracing the window of the Emporium Building is a group of sculptures by artists, and practicing attorneys, Jim Parris and Gwendolyn Kerney.

Leaving Market Square, we walked the brief and easy stroll over to see the art freshly on display for Knoxville’s First Friday exhibit at the Emporium Building. In the window was a delightful collaborative exhibit by local artists Jim Parris and Gwendolyn Kerney.

As the accompanying explanation said, their “work is inspired by the elements that creative them” and plays “with metal, glass and wood to create the unexpected.”

Jim and Gwendy are both practicing lawyers so their delightful work is unexpected in another sense. as well. Check out more of Kerney’s work on her Web site at:

http://girlBGlad.com

 

Marion Greenwood's mural "The History of Tennessee" depicting the musical heritage and folk traditions of West, Middle, and East Tennessee.

Marion Greenwood’s 1955 mural “The History of Tennessee” depicting the musical heritage and folk traditions of West, Middle, and East Tennessee is on exhibit at the UT Downtown Gallery in Knoxville through August 9.

Delightful Jim at the UT Downtown Gallery.

Delightful Jim at the UT Downtown Gallery.

Southern gentleman Jim with his bow tie, straw hat, vest, and watch chain was taking in Marion Greenwood’s mural “The History of Tennessee” currently on display at the University of Tennessee’s Downtown Gallery.

Kurt asked if he would be so kind as to allow us to record his July-Fourth style, and he kindly obliged us as he noted that we just missed a guy in a boater hat who had passed on the street. Just when we had despaired that most passersby were dressed in red, white, and blue T-shirts, Jim reminded us there was a snappy dresser that just swanned by in a boater hat!

For more about Marion Greenwood and the UT Downtown Gallery, visit:

http://web.utk.edu/~downtown/

Cowtown coupleAnd the final word on Fourth of July style in Knoxville goes to this couple who surfed the red, white, and blue in a whole new way–and looked great doing it!

 

//Anna — 7/5/2014

 

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Stage Left With America’s Finest Character Actress, Dale Dickey

“If I got my teeth whitened, I’d probably never get another job,” Dale Dickey laughed when I met her in our shared hometown of Knoxville, Tennessee, in 2010.

Dale Dickey in season five of HBO's "True Blood."

Dale Dickey in season five of HBO’s “True Blood.”

That year brought the level of acclaim so richly deserved by Dale, one of America’s busiest character actresses who began acting on the stage as a child. She was a standout performer at the University of Tennessee’s Clarence Brown Theatre (named for the classic film director who was also from Knoxville), and for the last 20 or so years she has worked on the stage (“Streetcar Named Desire,” “Sweeney Todd,” “Merchant of Venice”), on television (“Breaking Bad,” “Justified,” “The X-Files,” “My Name is Earl,”; and currently on “True Blood”) and in movies (“Iron Man 3”, “Pirates of the Caribbean Tales of the Code”, and “Regression” which she is currently filming).

Dale Dickey (center) and Jennifer Lawrence (left) in 2010's electrifying and critically acclaimed film "Winter's Bone."

Dale Dickey (center) and Jennifer Lawrence (left) in 2010’s electrifying and critically acclaimed film “Winter’s Bone.”

Dale’s breakthrough role was in the highly acclaimed independent film “Winter’s Bone” which was chosen Best Picture of the 2010 Sundance Film Festival and featured a (then) little-known actress named Jennifer Lawrence. Both actresses enjoyed an avalanche of  international attention for their work in the film. Dale was selected that year’s best supporting actress by the Independent Spirit Awards, and Jennifer Lawrence was nominated for an Oscar.

After the Independent Spirit Awards, Dale Dickey and her costar John Hawkes show off their awards for best supporting actor and actress for "Winter's Bone."

After the Independent Spirit Awards, Dale Dickey and her costar John Hawkes showed off their awards for best supporting actress and actor for “Winter’s Bone.”

Dale has returned home often to star in plays at her alma mater. In November 2010 she came to town to provide narration for a Knoxville Symphony Orchestra production. That Monday before Thanksgiving 2010, Dale kindly agreed to be interviewed by me, and photographed by my husband Kurt, for a possible article in the university’s alumni magazine.

Since Kurt’s photography studio was located in the Emporium Building downtown, we agreed to meet there. Dale called to say she was running late. Fresh out of the shower–and without a speck of makeup–the unassuming actress arrived accompanied by her brother.

Dale Dickey, busy character actress of stage, TV, and movies, in her hometown of Knoxville, Tenn., on November 22, 2010.

Dale Dickey, busy character actress of stage, TV, and movies, captured in front of the iconic JFG Coffee Building in her hometown of Knoxville, Tenn.

After we talked and got acquainted a bit, I noticed a vintage hat among Kurt’s collection of studio props and suggested Dale try it out for the photo shoot. It looked perfect on her and made me think she would be fantastic starring in a period drama set in the Depression.

My alternate dream for Dale is that she star in the next season of Showtime’s “True Detective” series as a small-town sheriff (a la FX’s stunning “Fargo” series) searching for clues to track down a murderer who is killing children. I’d love to see her play the smartest person in the room–tough as nails–but ready to do whatever it takes to bring the killer to justice.

Anyway, it was an unseasonably warm November day so we took Dale outside the building for the photography session near an old, abandoned loading dock on Jackson Avenue. The step-up onto the platform was high, but Dale said no problem and hoisted herself quickly onto the dock.  We tried several backgrounds on the loading dock and were delighted to catch her, the Knoxville native that she is, with the historic–and quintessentially Knoxville–JFG Coffee Building behind her.

 

The photo that I believe best captures all the amazing qualities that make Dale Dickey one of the finest actresses working today.

The photo I believe best captures all the amazing qualities that make Dale Dickey one of the finest actresses working today. Photo: Kurt Weiss

We didn’t want to keep her long and were about to end the shoot when Kurt snapped what is the best photo of Dale I have ever seen. She glanced to her right, a wistful look with just a ghost of a smile that seems to capture a little piece of her heart and soul. In the photo, I see at once her vulnerability, kindness, dignity, and a quality I can’t put into words that moves me each time I look at it. I think it is her–it simply is beautiful, sweet Dale.

Childhood friends and two of the finest actors produced by Knoxville, Tennessee:  Tom Parkhill and Dale Dickey.

Childhood friends and two of the most prolific and gifted actors produced by Knoxville, Tennessee: Tom Parkhill and Dale Dickey.

When we returned to the Emporium Building after the photo shoot, we bumped into Dale’s fellow actor in many a childhood and college play, Tom Parkhill. As founding artistic director of the Tennessee Stage Company, Tom’s office was across from Kurt’s studio. Dale and Tom chatted for a few minutes, and Kurt snapped a few photos of the two longtime friends.

When I was e-mailing Dale to set up the interview, I told her our mutual friend Tom and I were in a play together in high school. “Tom Jones” starred my sister Lisa and my then-boy friend Steve. As so often happens with co-stars in a romantic comedy, they had a kissing scene. Not only did I have the humiliating role of playing my sister’s “maiden” aunt, but my sister reported to me that my boy friend was a terrible kisser. I doubted that very much, I much preferred to think he didn’t want to appear to be enjoying a kiss with his girl friend’s sister!

I never got to properly finish my interview with Dale since she needed to dash to another commitment that day in November 2010. But there are no regrets! When a few months later she won her Independent Spirit Award for Best Actress, we could not have been happier if we had won the award ourselves.

As Dale left Kurt’s studio, she handed me back the hat she wore in the photo shoot, but I told her to keep it because it looked so bitchin’ perfect on her. She graciously accepted it, we hugged, and she left with her brother.

A few weeks ago, my husband closed his studio downtown to dedicate himself to his alter ego, the internationally globe-trotting management consultant. And as for my favorite photo of Dale, it was chosen for exhibit in the Knoxville mayor’s office for six months, was shown in Kurt’s 2011 photography exhibit, and for two years has “lived” in his studio. Now Dale’s peerless photo, in its repurposed vintage window frame, has taken its place of honor here in our home. Dale stares stage left out the window of Kurt’s office, reminding us how she owns every scene she steals.

//Anna — 7/2/2014

 

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Anna Mo

[An oldie-but-goodie repost of our June 2013 excellent visit to West Tennessee!] On our recent adventure to Memphis to photograph an incredible wedding celebration, my husband Kurt and I had a few moments to take in the flora and fauna of Memphis. And by that I mean, the art house movie theater and the food, which is by far two of the most compelling reasons to visit a megalopolis.

The Frances Ha poster outside the Malco Ridgeway Theatre in Memphis

The Frances Ha poster outside the Malco Ridgeway Theatre in Memphis. If you look closely you can see the reflection of the photographer.

Sooo, my husband Kurt and I had been wanting to see the intriguing-sounding and favorably reviewed new film shot in gorgeous black-and-white, Frances Ha.

The screenplay was written by Greta Gerwig (who wrote herself a wonderful role as Frances) and Noah Baumbach (who is Greta’s real-life love and director of the film). Digression: Greta and Noah met when he directed her in another movie which I haven’t seen called Greenberg. 

Anyway, we were pleased to see that Memphis had an art-house theater called the Malco Ridgeway Four, and to our delight it was showing Frances Ha which is now also playing here in Knoxville as well.

One of my favorite photos of the Jada and Brian wedding that we photographed in Memphis.

One of my favorite photos of the Jada and Brian wedding that we photographed in Memphis.

The day began in a small way since we were quite spent from photographing (Kurt) and art directing and chasing wedding party members (me) 1800 or so photos in two days (rehearsal, rehearsal dinner, pre-wedding, wedding ceremony, posed after-wedding shots, and rockin’ post-wedding dance). But the day after the excitement of the perfectly fabulous wedding turned out to be a food-and-film epiphany.

The interior of the Malco Theatre

The interior of the Malco Theatre

Having seen art-house films at theaters in London, San Francisco, New York City, Nashville, Atlanta, and other cities I am probably forgetting now, we thought we had seen the finest movie theaters of the species. We were, however, mistaken.

The Malco Theatre welcome mat

The Malco Theatre welcome mat

Alliteratively and figuratively, the Malco Ridgeway in Memphis beats all the theaters in London and San Fran hands down. Ok, we had seen real food instead of plastic butter on artery-clogging popcorn and sugared syrup water offered at the Lincoln Center art theater in New York. But we had never seen delicious looking cheese and fruit and an entire menu of other offerings.

The exceedingly well-appointed bathroom of the Malco Theatre

The exceedingly well-appointed bathroom of Memphis’s Malco Theatre

Nowhere had we seen comfy leather-looking seats with plenty of room in all directions. And the bathrooms! Flowers, air freshener sticks, mood lighting, and individual napkin-sized hand towels the size of Texas! We felt like hicks who had never seen the big city when we began taking pictures of all this finery with our cellphones (even in the bathrooms). Yes, we did.

The projection system was good, the side aisles sometimes had only three seats abreast, and plenty of well-dressed, yowsa people ambled in after us to enjoy the show.

frances smokingOk, you ask, what about the movie. Well, Greta Gerwig as Frances was on the surface nothing like me. Frances is tall, yappy, disorganized, messy,  socially awkward, and lies a good deal. Not only does she smoke like the proverbial chimney, she doesn’t particularly care about what she wears, makes an embarrassing series of self-destructive decisions, and doesn’t share her true feelings with the people closest to her. Not me, not me, not me, not me.

Frances on the streets of New York

Frances on the streets of New York

But somehow the essence of Greta’s Frances came through: her creativity, love for dance, need for expression, yen for true closeness with her girl and guy friends, and her overwhelming joie de vivre in even the most ordinary situations such as walking (or running) down the street.

After the movie ended, I asked Kurt, “Who does she remind you of?” Thinking there is no way that he could get it right. But I suppose 21 years together has cemented Kurt’s ESP in my direction because he pointed his index finger at me. Yes, right answer, baby; first time!

It was weird to see myself so clearly in another person who is in many ways nothing like me at all. Sometimes the movie hit a bit too close to home, making it decidedly uncomfortable to watch. But in its entirety, it was quite sublime and joyous. See it if you can.

Kurt reading The Hollywood Reporter

Kurt “reading” The Hollywood Reporter

But for us the Malco adventure was not over. It had rained while we were in the movie and, on another pass around the theater lobby, we noticed the sumptuous sofa and beside it, as Kurt pointed out, beaucoup issues of the of-the-moment, insiders-who-know-entertainment magazine ($199 a year, no less!) The Hollywood Reporter. Too much! This theater was too much!

Outside I noticed for the first time what could be the reason the theater is so beautifully designed and cared for: the Malco Theatre corporate offices are behind a door near the entrance to the theater. I can imagine the Malco executives doing movie screenings and chowing down on decent food and wine, and they only have to take a short stroll to do it.

IMG_0527 IMG_0525The coup de grace of this perfect day was capped by a Provencal (food inspired by the cuisine of the South of France) meal at Memphis’s Cafe 1912. It reminded me of a beautiful little bistro we had been to in Austin. Amazing food, impeccable service, and chocolate mousse for dessert. Yum! And they could accommodate my need for gluten-free food. Heaven!

So, if you have a mind to visit your real movie theater self, you could find your alter ego behind the doors of a really ritzy and thoughtfully decorated movie theater in Memphis–or perhaps some other lovely theaters exist in LA or France, the meccas of cinema. I can’t tell you for sure because we didn’t see movies when we were in Paris because we didn’t find the time to track down a theater with English subtitles, and I have never been to Los Angeles. But I can tell you for sure you can have a divine time at the Memphis Malco.

Me in the window of Cafe 1912, as photographed by Kurt on his cellphone

Me in the window of Cafe 1912, as photographed by Kurt on his cellphone

I can’t really share how Frances Ha got its clever title without ruining the surprise waiting for the enterprising ones of you who want to see the movie. But suffice it to say it is a satisfying, well-worth-it reveal that gave me an a-ha moment.

With a smile, I watched the screen and knew the title-revealing scene was indeed exactly what Frances would do. She and I have many experiences where we learn, a-ha, about ourselves.

For that’s what we are really are: bundles of contradictions. I like to think that I am a rather easy-going, cheerful, inordinately curious, and resourceful person. Little things mean a lot to me; found objects can be turned into spun gold of creativity. And yet, I learn about my complicated, yet simple, self as I go through life, surprising myself constantly.

frances dancesMany times I have given myself reason to remember the adage that goes, “Life is like learning to play the violin in public.” And it can be messy. And painful. But also glorious, musical, enrapturing, and transporting.

I am most sincerely Anna Mo . . . and, just as clearly, I am not.

//Anna – Originally posted 6/15/2013; reposted with updates 6/10/2014

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My Former Co-worker, the Pedophile

When I watch documentaries about the worst evils done during the Holocaust of World War II, or read books about the host of horrors mankind has wrought upon its fellow human beings, I occasionally wonder what it would have been like to have been confronted by the people who committed these horrendous crimes against humanity.

Sadly, I wonder no more on the score of knowing one of the most wretched of criminals, the pedophile who sexually preys on young children. A year ago yesterday, as it happens, a friend e-mailed me that Bruce Downsbrough, a former co-worker of ours at the University of Tennessee, had been arrested in his office at the UT Foundation, on May 28, 2013.

Bruce Downsbrough in his mug shot after his arrest on May 28, 2013, in Knoxville, Tennessee.

Bruce Downsbrough in his mug shot after his arrest on May 28, 2013, in Knoxville, Tennessee.

Since we heard a postal service agent was involved in the arrest along with a Knoxville Police Department officer, I assumed Bruce’s crime had something to do with trafficking in child pornography, perhaps sending it through the mail system. At that time I did not know that the U.S. Postal Service is also responsible for Internet-based pornography as well. But when we heard the case against our former co-worker, we learned that his crimes did not end with possessing pornography, but included molesting young boys in Colorado in 1986.  It would take a full year of hearings before Bruce was sentenced just a few days ago.

http://www.wate.com/story/22488917/kpd-officer-downsbrough-former-ut-official-admitted-to-molesting-boys

As the Knoxville News Sentinel summarized in its front-page article regarding his sentencing to 121 months (basically 10 years) on May 17, 2014, “Downsbrough had been convicted of molesting two boys in the 1980s, and molested two other boys for which he was never investigated. He downloaded more than 20,000 images of child pornography–some of toddlers forced into sex acts. . . . of sadistic and masochistic and other violent behavior involving children under age 12, records state.

“He was earning $202,000 annually as the chief operating office[r] of the fundraising organization for UT.” Yes, he was well compensated.

Bruce, with his characteristic bow tie, during the time he worked at UT.

Bruce, with his characteristic bow tie, during the time he worked at UT.

And yes, he was a high-ranking officer for 10 years representing the university that I loved and worked for nearly all my adult life. Heartbreaking, but true. I met Bruce when he was hired in 2003 to head the university’s system-wide advancement services office which is responsible for the university’s database of alumni and donor records. I was director of development communications in the system-wide office so our paths infrequently crossed.

When a few years later I took on additional responsibilities during our $1 billion capital campaign, my office was only a few doors down from Bruce’s corner office in UT’s administration building. In the ensuing years, he had been promoted to chief operating officer of the UT Development and Alumni Affairs office and eventually the COO of the UT Foundation. Although he did everything he could to be obsequious and indispensable to his superiors and adopted an amiable “hail fellow, well met” attitude with his peers, he left in his wake a sea of demoralized people who either reported to him or somehow unwittingly provoked his wrath.

Those of us who found ourselves the targets of his dark side had no doubt that Bruce enjoyed inflicting pain and watching people squirm. He relished striking at the less powerful and could be ruthless, cruel, petty, mercurial, and immature. Due to the amount of power he wielded in our office, we all tried to stay in his good graces.

Downsbrough (2nd from left) singing during a UT promotional event.

Downsbrough (2nd from left) singing during a UT promotional event.

He could be jovial when he wanted to be, wearing a red Rudolph-the-Reindeer nose at Christmas events, and telling us about his singing in the Knoxville Choral Society. In fact, one of his friends in the choral society offered to allow him to stay with her if the judge allowed him to go free pending trial. But the judge, quite rightly, declined to release Bruce, calling him a flight risk since in the weeks before he was arrested he had applied for a passport to replace the one that was taken when he was convicted of child molestation in 1986.

Bruce Downsbrough (center) with fellow 1971 graduates of prep school Montclair Academy at their 30th reunion in 2001.

Bruce Downsbrough (center) with fellow 1971 graduates of prep school Montclair Academy at their 30th reunion in 2001.

Bruce’s friends and former colleagues at the University of Tennessee and the University of Colorado in Boulder were appalled to find that the man they enjoyed a laugh and a drink with could be capable of child molestation and possession of child pornography. His fellow prep school 1971 alums at Montclair Academy (now Montclair Kimberley Academy) were no doubt aghast to hear that their childhood friend was in jail after seeing Bruce in such good spirits at their 40th reunion in 2011.

Bruce Downsbrough’s parents: the late George and Margaret Downsbrough. His father, a physicist, was president of HRB-Singer Co., in State College, PA.

A good prep school would have been a must for the younger son of George Downsbrough Sr., who was president of HRB Singer Co., a defense contractor in State College, PA., and his wife Margaret.

Although Bruce’s father, a physicist, received all three of his degrees at Rutgers, his parents philanthropically supported Penn State which is also located in State College. Shortly after their father’s death in 2004, Bruce and his brother George Jr., established a $3 million endowment in their parents’ names to support a chair for the head of the physics department at Penn State. See full story on the Penn State Web site below.

http://science.psu.edu/alumni/recent-gift-announcements/downsbrough-department-head-chair-in-physics

 

Former Penn State administrators President Spanier, Athletic Director Tim Curley, and Vice President Schultz.

Former Penn State administrators President Graham Spanier, Athletic Director Tim Curley, and Vice President Gary Schultz.

According to State College’s daily paper the Centre Daily Times, Graham Spanier, president of Penn State at the time the Downsbroughs’ endowed chair was announced, is currently “on trial for perjury, obstruction of justice, child endangerment and related charges in connection with the Jerry Sandusky scandal.” Further they report that, “State prosecutors allege Spanier and former colleagues Tim Curley and Gary Schultz conspired to hide abuse allegations against Sandusky more than a decade ago, though their lawyers have maintained their innocence.” 

Read more here: http://www.centredaily.com/2014/03/31/4112546/graham-spanier-lawyer-seeks-injunction.html#storylink=cpy

Mike McQueary, the graduate student who witnessed Jerry Sandusky sexually assaulting a young boy.

Mike McQueary, the graduate student who witnessed Jerry Sandusky sexually assaulting a young boy. He later became an assistant Penn State coach.

Top university officials at Penn State have been charged with an effort to hide that child molestation was witnessed and reported by Mike McQueary in 2002, a graduate student who would become an assistant football coach, who saw Penn State football assistant coach Jerry Sandusky sexually assaulting a young boy in a shower in the Penn State sports complex. Up the chain of command the report went from McQueary to legendary football coach Joe Paterno to his boss the athletic director Tim Curley to the vice president Gary Schultz to President Graham Spanier.

The late Penn State Coach Joe Paterno with his defensive coordinator Jerry Sandusky who was selected national assistant coach of the year in 1986 and 1999.

The late Penn State Coach Joe Paterno with his defensive coordinator Jerry Sandusky who was selected national assistant coach of the year in 1986 and 1999.

And the conspiracy of silence, as it has aptly been called, allowed Sandusky to continue molesting young boys for 9 more years. He was indicted on 52 counts of crimes against children in 2011, four counts were dropped, but he was eventually found guilty of 45 of 48 counts, and is serving at least 30 years on a 60-year sentence.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Penn_State_child_sex_abuse_scandal#Victim_2_.26_Penn_State.27s_involvement

Although associated, one would imagine, with people who live in the shadows, child pornography and pedophilia have increasingly become a crime that has surprising participants. On May 21, USA Today, reported that New York had uncovered a child pornography ring that included, as they describe: “Two police officers, a rabbi, a registered nurse, a nanny and a Boy Scout den leader are among 70 men and one woman arrested on charges of trading child pornography in what federal officials say is one of the largest-ever roundups in the New York City area.”

Full story at: http://www.usatoday.com/story/news/nation/2014/05/21/child-porn-nyc-internet/9367471/

Too many people do not understand that child pornography is never a victimless crime. Never. The person who looks at digital child pornography is usually a person who has photos to share of their own, and they send them to other pedophiles to receive more of the same and the web of unspeakable horrors goes on for children, toddlers, and even babies.

Lauren Schuette, manager of the Child Victim Identification Program at the National Center for Missing and Exploited Children says, “The nature of child pornography is that this is not ‘stranger danger’. We may not know who they are, but we know they are in a home, and they are with the people they trust the most.”

Often the perpetrator is a stepfather and the victim a young girl, but the Catholic Church’s scandal of pedophilia showed that priests targeted young boys and girls. Lives are shattered, and the perpetrators should be held accountable, imprisoned where they can do no harm ever again. Not shunted from parish to parish where the Catholic Church hierarchy allowed pedophiles to continue their crimes.

As for me, there was a brief time I felt sorry for Bruce because he talked about how he preferred Colorado, made it clear he did not enjoy our hot Southern climate, and seemed like a fish out of water.  I invited him to a few get-togethers my husband and I had in our home. But my friendly overtures were not reciprocated when Bruce decided I was treading on his turf at work and yelled obscenities at me during a meeting in our vice president’s office. I left the meeting immediately and returned to my office where Bruce appeared at my door a half hour later with flowers and a half-hearted apology.

Bruce once worked at The American Boychoir School in Princeton, New Jersey.

Bruce once worked at The American Boychoir School in Princeton, New Jersey.

Early in his evolving story to investigators, Bruce tried to justify his pornography possession as an attempt to keep from acting on his perverse impulses. However, he admitted during initial questioning that he had worked for the American Boychoir School in Princeton, NJ. A man trying to stay away from children would certainly not have sought work in a boy’s organization.

To our particular revulsion, Bruce showed an interest in my then-14 year-old son. At a dinner party, Bruce met my son and talked very attentively to him at dinner. Afterward he told my husband and me that he would be pleased to keep my son the next time we traveled abroad. Although we did not know of his tendencies at that time, we found his idea inappropriate and would have under no circumstances taken him up on his offer.

Yes, we knew something was amiss with Bruce, but we did not know he was a pedophile. In retrospect, the signs were there because we never heard him speak of dating or having a partner, and he had what I can only describe as a too-attentive interest in young boys. One of our co-workers related a story that Bruce told him about his [Bruce’s] getting out of the shower in front of his young godson. We found the story bizarre and unnatural but in any case had no proof of what we had heard.

Bruce's new prison mate former Governor of Illinois Rod Blagojevich.

Bruce’s new prison mate former Governor of Illinois Rod Blagojevich.

I was hoping that Bruce would be held accountable for his crimes by being sent to a federal, maximum-security facility to serve his time among other dangerous criminals. But the News Sentinel article reported he is being sent to the Federal Correctional Institution in Englewood, Colorado, to serve 121 months in prison. This club-med, low-security, “white-collar crime” facility is currently home to Rod Blagojevich, the former Governor of Illinois, serving 14 years for wire fraud, extortion, and bribery; Jeffrey Skilling, the former CEO of Enron for insider trading and securities fraud; and Mike Carona, the former sheriff of Orange County convicted of witness tampering.

His attorney said Bruce should serve in Colorado because he has friends and family there. Since his only brother George lives in Pennsylvania and said in court testimony that he is not close to Bruce, I am not sure what family they are referring to. But with his slap-on-the-wrist 10 years, he could be out of prison on “good behavior” and time already served in half the time, or less.

Federal Chief Judge of Eastern Tennessee Thomas Varlan.

Federal Chief Judge of Eastern Tennessee Thomas Varlan.

Federal Judge Thomas Varlan sentenced the 61-year-old Bruce Downsbrough to a fine of $75,000, supervised probation for 10 years after his release, with the stipulation that he stay from children and known sex offenders. He must “get permission” to have a device that can access the Internet and submit to polygraph exams to ensure he does not violate his parole. And as the News Sentinel said, Varlan ordered that Bruce “pay $5000 to each of the five children identified in his pornography collection.”

That’s it? That’s holding him accountable? No, that’s not holding him accountable. We can  only hope that Colorado, where he built a house a few years ago and plans to live upon release, will be able to appropriately monitor this sexual predator. Digital sharing of child pornography has made it easier for predators to feed their habits, but it also has made it easier for investigators to uncover their networks. The whole subject frankly makes me sick to my soul, but to look away and not educate myself on the subject does nothing to help children.

I do know this: just because a sexual predator has over $1 million in assets, he should not be able to plea bargain down to going to a white-collar prison for a few years of “soul searching and self reflection”, as Bruce said he has done over the past year in jail awaiting his sentencing. That is not accountability and it is not justice.

// Anna – 5/29/2014

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Wanting More

Exquisite joy has come my way from two directions in the last 24 hours, and both of these treasures came from the printed word–from magazines to be exact. As long as I can remember, reading has been my salvation; beauty has been my inspiration; and whatever is different, eccentric, creative, intelligent, and of substance has fed my soul.

shaw quoteWhile cleaning out a stack of magazines I had set aside but never found time to read, I flipped through the first magazine, called Taproot, and discovered this quote by George Bernard Shaw which encapsulates who I am and what I try to do every day of my life.

Born the son of an Irish civil servant in 1856, George Bernard Shaw had little use for formal education and was not expected to amount to much. Shaw had other ideas and moved to London at the age of 20 and became a theatre and music critic.

Not content to simply criticize the work of others, he wrote a novel in 1891 and began writing plays. He won the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1925 and won an Oscar in 1938 for his work on Pygmalion, a film based on his play of the same name which would be remade in the 1960’s as My Fair Lady starring the divine Audrey Hepburn. Shaw is the only person to ever win both a Nobel Prize and an Oscar.

Following his own admonition of “being thoroughly worn out before being thrown on the scrap heap”, he died at the age of 94 from injuries he received from falling off a ladder. Now that’s a life vigorously lived!

 

My favorite of her many amazing self portraits.

My favorite of her many amazing self portraits. The ultimate selfie. Vivian Maier/John Maloof

My second epiphany was discovering against-all-odds the photography of Vivian Maier as shown in an article from the latest issue of Bust magazine.

Born in 1926, Maier was raised in America and France, and was a nanny to a succession of children from the 1950’s through the 1990’s. On her days off, she took her camera into the streets of New York, San Francisco, Chicago, or whatever city in which she lived–sometimes accompanied by the children in her charge.

An untitled photo--and one of my favorites.  John Maloof/Vivian Maier

An untitled photo–and one of my favorites.
John Maloof/Vivian Maier

Apparently her photos were for her own creative enrichment since she never had most of the 100,000 or so images developed. Her photography would never have been seen if a young man named John Maloof. He was looking for photography to illustrate a book he was writing and purchased the contents of Maier’s abandoned storage facility in 2009 (just after her death) for $380.

Many critics and art lovers find her work to be among the best photography of the mid-20th century–and others would venture to say she is one of the best photographers, period. I am among the latter since her work delightfully encapsulates all the serendipitous beauty and magic found in everyday people and things–which as it happens is what inspires me to write this blog.

A stunning photo of a woman dressed for the evening. And what a car! Vivian Maier/John Maloof

A stunning photo of a woman dressed for the evening. And what a car! Vivian Maier/John Maloof

Three books on Maier are currently available: Vivian Maier: Self Portraits and Vivian Maier: A Life Through the Lens by John Maloof, as well as Vivian Maier: Out of the Shadows by Richard Cahan.

Also check out the movie trailer from Maloof’s 2013 documentary about Maier’s life as he tracks down the people who she worked for and the children who she helped raise.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2o2nBhQ67Zc

Obviously Vivian Maier was not content to be just a governess. On her days off she roamed the grittier parts of the large cities and captured people being uniquely themselves. She wanted more; George Bernard Shaw wanted more. And I am here to tell you, I have always wanted more! Go on, use “yourself for a purpose recognized by yourself as a mighty one”! Live large, live small, but live you.

//Anna – 4/23/2014

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Work is a Kind of Love

~ wrote Marilyn Monroe in her recently discovered journal

monroe color readingWhile watching the HBO documentary “Love, Marilyn”, my husband Kurt and I were surprised to hear the depth of the intelligence and insight found in Marilyn Monroe’s private thoughts as she recorded in her journals and personal papers. Her screen persona did not prepare us for the searching and self-educated-by-reading young woman who wrote so movingly.

Marilyn Monroe reading a script.

Marilyn Monroe reading a script.

As I heard her, Monroe seemed to be saying that her work was the love that never let her down and that resonated with me. After leaving my nearly 20-year job as a communications director at the University of Tennessee, I have come to more fully understand the gift that work has been in my life.

I loved working for the university where I essentially grew up–since I was hired when I was only 19 years old. I worked full-time and, by virtual of that fact, received two free classes each quarter which allowed me to work toward a college education I would not otherwise have been able to afford.

Although her formal education was limited, Marilyn Monroe educated herself through reading.

Although her formal education was limited, Marilyn Monroe educated herself through reading.

Knowing for myself has been my passion in life, which I think it was for Marilyn as well. All my life I have been reading, always reading, disappearing into worlds of words and imaginings of others that lived long before me or never actually lived at all. It does not matter whether I am reading fiction or non-fiction because the people I meet in books have educated me as I have shared their real or imagined lives.

Something else I shared with Monroe was the attendant shame that comes with doing without. For her, it was the lack of a real family. For me it was being poor, raised to worry about the next time Daddy would lose his job. Watching my proud parents crying in the car after their Sunday School class had taken up a collection for our family that morning. The powerlessness of not mattering in a society where money and power over your life are synonymous.

But the knowing for myself trumped the not having. My work–and from that my education—gave me a way to clothe, feed, and care for my children as a single parent and a way to ensure they were in loving, safe hands while I worked.

Monroe in the subway when she was taking acting classes in New York.

Monroe in the subway when she was taking acting classes in New York.

But work gave me more than that. It was my life. It was, as Marilyn described, a kind of love that I have missed in my nearly two years of freelance work experiences.

In my final five years at UT, I was promoted by a vice president who gave me a challenge and enough power to fulfill it. I worked with a communications team of four who worked together beautifully.

During one of the many reorganizations that naturally occur in large, complex organizations, our team inherited the university alumni association’s yearbook collection. This treasure trove of memories and priceless photos was perfect for use in the publications we produced to encourage charitably minded people to invest in the university’s programs.

The 1940 yearbook's dedication to "all volunteers to come in the future."

The 1940 UT yearbook’s dedication to “the spirit of all volunteers to come in the future.”

Called The Volunteer after our home state’s motto, the yearbooks had been published every year since 1897, except in 1918 during the first World War. Besides the year young volunteers were lost to trench madness, we found that we were missing one other volume–the exact year of which escapes me now.

Being uncomfortably short only one piece from a complete collection inspired me to invent a way to overcome our loss. Surely there was someone who had inherited a copy of the missing volume and would not mind giving it to us.

It also occurred to me that there were graduates who had misplaced their yearbooks, never bought one and now regretted it, or conversely there surely were people who found themselves in possession of a yearbook or two for which they had no attachment or use.

Loss being the mother of invention, we began placing small blurbs in our publications about our Yearbook Exchange Program. And we got all sorts of queries and many people who had as many as four yearbooks they were glad to send us.

Brum Brumfiel's 1940 senior yearbook page.

Brum Brumfiel’s 1940 senior yearbook page.

We also heard from Oscar Marion “Brum” Brumfiel (his nickname given to him by his buddies in World War II; and yes, his name is correctly spelled without the ending “d”), a gracious 1940 UT graduate living in Minnesota who had lost his senior-class yearbook to water damage. Could we locate a 1940 yearbook for him? Joyously I could report we had an extra copy and could send it to him straight away.

Brum went on to tell me that he and his wife were amazed and elated to find that another UT alum, the incredibly successful football coach Murray Warmath, was in the nursing-home portion of the assisted-living facility where they lived.

Murray Warmath (far left) played end for the 1934 UT football team.

Murray Warmath (far left) played end for the 1934 UT football team.

Warmath had been a standout football player at the University of Tennessee, graduated in 1934, and went on to be a legendary coach who led his Minnesota Gophers team to the national championship in 1960.

Coach Warmath’s wife, Mary Louise, had passed away a few years before. On the days when his faculties were clear, Murray told Brum about his dear wife and how she was a university beauty whose photo appeared with the other lovelies in the college yearbook.

This famous football coach who had won the highest accolades of his sport had no pictures of his dear wife from their time in college, and neither he nor his wife had bought the 1934 yearbook. He so longed to see her again.

Murray Warmath won the coveted Torchbearer award in 1934, the university's highest student honor.

Murray Warmath won the coveted Torchbearer award in 1934, the university’s highest student honor.

I checked our collection to see if we had an extra copy of the 1934 yearbook, and amazingly we did. With great anticipation, I sent the copy, via Federal Express, to the Minnesota address I had been given.

Mary Louise Clapp (center) campus beauty in 1934.

Mary Louise Clapp (center) campus beauty in 1934.

When I next heard from Brum, he described the joyous smile on the coach’s face when he saw his dear wife’s photo, so young and beautiful, just as she was when he met her and as she would always be to him. He could not understand how he came to have the book with her photo, but he was so grateful for this miraculous book that returned his wife to him. I learned recently that Murray passed away March 16, 2011, at the age of 98.

No part of my work gave me more joy than being able to make this sweet man’s dream come true: to see his wife again as she was in his memory. Work has been a privilege for me because it has given me the ability to make a difference in people’s lives.

For me, it was put so very succinctly by a woman known for style over substance: Work is a kind of love.

And so it was. And so it is.

//Anna reposting of a post originally written in July 2013

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One Determined Bird’s Happy Dance

Our frontyard Foster holly tree is home to mockingbirds, and our backyard has a very determined bachelor bird who thinks he has found a mate in our mirrored gazing ball.

I have seen documentaries featuring male birds who do very intricate dances to attract the opposite sex, but I have never seen such an elaborate ballet in my own backyard. See for yourself.

And by the way, we have not been able to identify the bird, so please send me a message if you know what type of bird this is. The song he sings sounds like “Ker-fweet”.

//Anna – 4/12/2014

 

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Add a Y to Your Fox

My husband Kurt and I were just finishing up a Scrabble game this weekend, and he had one letter left, a “y” which can be quite difficult to place late in game. He was about to throw in the towel and subtract the points from his overall total when I noticed there was a solution he did not see: the “y” could be added to the word “fox” he made earlier in the game.

My friend Mary would say Kurt and I are so competitive when we play games because we are both firstborns, but I know plenty of oldest children who aren’t as competitive as we are. In any event, even though the game was close, I had to tell him he had a play he could still make.

“You could put the ‘y’ on ‘fox’,” I said. “You might beat me with that move, but it is a great word and you have to make it!” And of course he did.

I am constantly looking for symmetry and the serendipity when random things show a pattern and come together into something new. In the last week, I have been overwhelmingly blessed to discover the memoir of a man who shares my view on living a passion-filled life.

"And There Was Light" by Jacques Lusseyran

The cover of the latest American edition of “And There Was Light” by Jacques Lusseyran

“And There Was Light” by Jacques Lusseyran was originally published in the U.S. in 1963 when I was a small child so of course I had no idea the book existed. I must have read something about the book some years ago when I was working full-time and didn’t have time to read anything beyond newspapers. I had ordered a British publication of his book, never read it, and promptly forgot I had it.

If it hadn’t been for a recent e-blast from our local independent bookstore Union Avenue Books. I would probably have never rediscovered and read this beautiful gem of a book about the inner (and outer) life of a blind 17-year-old–yes a blind adolescent–who started and led a Resistance group in World War II, Nazi-occupied France.

Most of the members of his group, Defense de la France (DF), were not yet 21 years of age. And yet, the underground paper they published for disseminating accurate news and keeping up the morale of  the French people became the most important daily newspaper in Paris France-Soir after the war.

Jacques was blinded by an accident at school when he was 8 years old, but only briefly found it to be an impediment. He taught himself Braille in six weeks so he could return to  school. Remarkably within his blindness, he saw light and shadow and colors attached to people and sounds.

And remarkably, he could almost infallibly tell when someone was lying by their voice, presence, and his strong intuitive sense. This gift came in very handy at weeding out possible traitors when he interviewed would-be members of the Resistance.

 

Our fate is shaped from within ourselves outward, never from without inward. --Jacques Lusseyran

Lusseyran is one of the best writers I have ever read. My words fail to capture the music of his writing. I highlighted so many paragraphs in my copy of his memoir that I had to start using different colored highlighters to differentiate the passages. He captures the fragility and beauty of life so gloriously.

Memories and emotions are fragile things. You should never bear down on them, or draw on them by main force. You should barely touch them with the tips of your fingers, the tips of your dreams. The best way to bring love back to life, and happiness with it, was to catch hold of a reminder of love, catch it lightly as it passed by.

Jacques Lusseyran

Jacques Lusseyran

And he writes eloquently about his friendships with the young men who were his best friends in words that are in our age reserved only for talking about lovers.

I walked in the middle and was happy, without knowing exactly why–happy to be with men who, like me, were not willing to shut their eyes to life.

He was a religious man, a Catholic, who nevertheless wrote with the open nature of a humanist:

God is neither a German nor a Russian nor a Frenchman. God is life, and everything that does violence to life is against God.

Nordhausen-Gardelegen-Buuchenwald Concentration Camp

Nordhausen-Gardelegen-Buchenwald Concentration Camp 1945

He was imprisoned for 15 months in Buchenwald, the Nazi concentration camp for non-Jews where he was one of only 30 Frenchmen to live of the 2000 consigned there during the final few years of the war.

How did he survive? By giving to others and living life boldly. He proclaims, “Fear is the real name of despair. Fear kills and joy maintains life.”

I could try to show other people how to go about holding on to life. I could turn toward them the flow of light and joy which had grown so abundant in me. . . . That is what you had to do to live in the camp: be engaged, not live for yourself alone. . . . Joy I found in strange byways, in the midst of fear . . .

And:

When a ray of sunshine comes, open out, absorb it to the depths of your being. Never think that an hour earlier you were cold and that an hour later you will be cold again. Just enjoy.

Buchenwald survivors when the U.S. Third Army liberated the camp in 1945.

Buchenwald survivors when the U.S. Third Army liberated the camp in 1945.

And oh, the joy of hearing how the U.S. Third Army’s approached Buchenwald under the command of  General George Patton who did not wait to free the 20,000 people still holding desperately to life in the camp. Patton threw caution to the wind and immediately attacked the SS troops barring his Army’s progress and was able to free the camp’s fragile inhabitants whose joy knew no bounds. Lusseyran mused, however, that:

 Joy does not come from outside, for whatever happens to us it is within. The second truth is that light does not come to us from without. Light is in us, even if we have no eyes.

We have eyes and many of us still do not see, but the shining beacon of Jacques Lusseyran’s intellect, spirit, and love has shone down through the many years between our lives and has enriched my own. Thankfully we have not lived the deprivations visited upon the people who got in the way of the Nazi war machine during the worst of the madness of World War II, but we can learn from the same principles that bring the peace and joy of  a life worth living.

After hearing about Lusseyran’s inspiring story, you are probably not concerning yourself about the outcome of our Saturday afternoon Scrabble game. However, in the spirit of Jacques Lusseyran’s noting that giving is the real receiving, I will report that Kurt put a “y” on his “fox”, making the word “foxy”, and I won the game.

//Anna — 3/31/2014

 

 

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Creating the Future, Saving Our World?

Tennessee drivers: did you know you can do something as simple as putting a colorful, creative, and unique license plate on your car to support the arts across the entire state? Yes, for a mere $35 you can support the Tennessee Arts Commission that gives out $6 million a year to the arts,

Tennessee's newest license plate ART: Creating the Future with 90 percent of the proceeds going to the Tennessee Arts Commission.

Tennessee’s newest license plate ART: Creating the Future with 90 percent of the proceeds going to the Tennessee Arts Commission.

As the newest arts license plate designer–the winner of a statewide competition three years ago–Nashville-based Leslie Haines said in a January Tennessean article, “You spend $30,000 or whatever on your car, you want to put something on there that you think represents your aesthetic, your sensibility.”

Check out the entire article at:

http://www.tennessean.com/interactive/article/20140108/NEWS21/301080090/Tennessee-arts-rides-heavily-sale-specialty-license-plates

An actual Arts Commission license plate that I saw in Knoxville this month.

An actual Arts Commission license plate that I saw in Knoxville this month.

Last year (or was it the year before?) I read that the Arts Commission was looking for Tennesseans willing to pony up the $35 in advance in the hope that there be enough interested people to meet the state’s requirements for a new license plate. So much time had passed that I had forgotten about the whole thing when to my great joy, I got a letter earlier this month saying my license plate was ready to pick up here in Knoxville.

Of course, I went down straight away, got my license plate, and was overjoyed to see that it is by far (in my estimation) Tennessee’s best arts plate with the perfect motto for the arts: Creating the Future.

For when an artist draws a portrait from a blank canvas and a writer studying a blank page writes a book, they create something new. And it takes on a life of its own.

This pastoral scene, the opposite of the mayhem he created in real life, was supposedly painted by Adolph Hitler.

This pastoral scene, the opposite of the mayhem he created in real life, was supposedly painted by Adolph Hitler.

My theory of why humankind has engaged in so many wars is that for too many people the artistic impulse is thwarted and not allowed to grow. Case in point: if Germany’s notorious dictator Adolph Hitler had been accepted to the artistic academy where he sought admission, there is a good chance our world could have averted the catastrophic World War that killed millions and, in a real sense, changed life on Earth forever.

World War II children rescued with their toys.

World War II children rescued with their toys.

Consider the children who were never born or had no childhood, the young men and women who never had a chance to grow up, the inventions never imagined, the problems never solved, the masterpieces not composed, the lives cut short, the songs never sung. I was born a good many years after World War II ended, but the anguish of that war haunts me nonetheless in all that was lost.

Arts education has been hammered by school systems throughout the country. The downturn in the economy has resulted in the reduction of arts funding in virtually every state and hamlet in the nation. Some would say that supporting the creative arts does little to make life better or feed the hungry, but I submit that having the hope to realize your potential is the grist, the seed that can fire a dream of a better tomorrow.

Such a dream could create the future.

//Anna – 2/28/2014

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Anna-rated Shorts

Japan's nominee for Animated Short "Possessions"

Japan’s nominee for Animated Short “Possessions”

Run, don’t walk to your local art house theater and watch an Oscar-season first for movie lovers in the hinterlands: a one-seating compilation of all the animated shorts nominated for this year’s Academy Awards! This may be the manner in which Academy members get to choose who they will vote for as the winner, but this is certainly the first time I have ever had the opportunity to see the animated short features. And what a sublime watching pleasure most of them are:

  • “Get a Horse!” Lauren MacMullan and Dorothy McKim – U.S. (Disney)
  • “Mr. Hublot” Laurent Witz and Alexandre Espigares – Belgium/Luxembourg
  • “Possessions” Shuhei Morita – Japan
  • “Feral” Daniel Sousa and Dan Golden – U.S.
  • “Room on the Broom” Max Lang and Jan Lachauer – United Kingdom
Disney's animated short, "Get a Horse"

Disney’s animated short, “Get a Horse”

Disney’s sparkling offering, “Get a Horse!” somehow features the voice of the long-dead Mr. Walt Disney himself as Mickey Mouse.

The entire cartoon’s running time is Mickey’s madcap race to save Minnie–both inside and outside of the movie screen–from a dastardly villain.

Mr. Hublot, the entry from Belgium/Luxembourg

Mr. Hublot, the entry from Belgium/Luxembourg

My second-most favorite of the five nominated films, is the creative Belgian/Luxembourg short “Mr. Hublot” which tells the story of a dystopian little obviously obsessive/compulsive man. Mr. Hublot’s four-walls life is changed and quite literally enlarged in some rather hilarious ways when he braves leaving his apartment to save the life of a dog he sees from his window. So fresh!

I actually fell asleep during Japan’s “Possessions” which thankfully was just long enough for a short nap. Neither did I care for “Feral” which, despite keeping me awake, wasn’t as visually appealing or as infectious as the other films.

"Room on the Broom" from the United Kingdom

“Room on the Broom” from the United Kingdom

The obvious winner in my view–and my husband Kurt agreed as well–is Britain’s “Room on the Broom” with the delightful witch on the broom voiced by “The X-Files” alum Gillian Anderson. “Room” tells the story of a kind-hearted witch who, along with her trusty sidekick cat, has the opportunity to answer the question of whether there is room on her broom for some freeloaders in peril (a dog, frog, and bird) as they try to outfly a terrible dragon! Arghhhhh! Besides featuring a wonderfully sublime rhyming poem throughout, the short includes a winning theme about outsiders banding together to escape the bullies of life. And it is just plain adorable.

France's hilarious "A La Francaise"

France’s hilarious “A La Francaise”

The hour-and-a-half running time of this collection also includes shorts the Academy thought warranted honorable mention. One of these so-called also-rans was one of my favorites. France’s “A La Francaise” took us to Versailles in the 1700’s for the court of Louis XIV–all chickens in voluminous wigs and ridiculous costumes. This was the cartoon that had me laughing to tears–and, truth be known–was the funniest by far, in my estimation!

So this year when you are asked to choose the winner from the animated short nominees on your Oscar ballot, for the first time you may actually have an informed opinion. Sooo run don’t walk, and do as my romantic husband and I did on Valentine’s Day: see the year’s funniest, most life-affirming bit of creativity to make you feel better about this whole loooonnnnngggg winter!!! Enjoy!

And Knoxvillians, it is playing now at Downtown West!!!

// Anna – 2/16/2014

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