My Village People: A Tribute to the Cullimores

In family parlance, there are those who say it takes a village to raise a child. I wholeheartedly concur. Through the wonders of social media, I have recently been in contact with a family who, through their shear benevolence, helped shape me into the person I became, and the parent I continue to be. It is my purpose here to at last say “Thank you. You have no idea how important you were.”

I was parented by a fabulous, devoted, sacrificing, smart, and driven single, school-teaching mom. She was relentless in her devotion to my sister and me. And early in the process her sister came along and we added the equally awesome Aunt Marcella to our nuclear mix.

But I must acknowledge some people who played immeasurable roles in who I turned out to be. And that would have to start with the Cullimores.

Arriving from deep Appalachia to Pasadena, Texas in 1966, nothing could have prepared me for the culture shock. New climate, new people, new schools, new everything. But nary a friend. Until a little girl in the second or third grade reached out to me, and my life was blessed with De’ann Cullimore. But with De’Ann I got so much more than a friend. Because she shared her wondrous family with me.

And sharing is the word for the Cullimore family. They scooped me up and took me places I literally didn’t know existed. They took me berry picking. And then let me help them eat the cobbler Mrs. Cullimore prepared. So many Firsts with this family. They took me to see fireworks at Pasadena Plaza. We sat on the back of a giant car and I experienced the awestruck power of a million chips of color and light. They invited me to sleepovers and family dinners served with warmth and cheerful banter.

And Mr. Cullimore taught me to fly a kite! Oh, how I will never forget the first feel of a kite pulling strongly at my fingers. And it wasn’t just the flying part. Mr. Cullimore taught me everything. How to construct the kite. How to put on a proper, functioning kite tail. How to let your string out at just the right time. How to bring one back, and even what to do when a kite got treed.

And, oh! The swimming! Mr. Cullimore was a chiropractic student and their nearby school had…count them…THREE swimming pools their students and families could use! Because I was clearly the luckiest kid in the world, the Cullimores took me swimming many times. And again, Mr. Cullimore taught me so many things. I was savagely afraid of opening my eyes under water. He was so patient, yet so convincing in his argument as to why I should face the fear and open my eyes. And I did! And the bubbles were beautiful! And he was right again!

But even more than the experiences they allowed me to join them in, the Cullimores taught me what a functioning mom/dad/kids dynamic looked like. When I would ask De’Ann if she could do thus and so, she would say, “Well, I must ask my dad.” And Dad would respond, “Well, it’s okay with me, but you must ask your mother.” Wow. What a concept to little lost me. Two parents. Collaborating. Like friends.

Needless to say, I owe much of my own functioning family dynamics to the shared teaching and behavior modeled for me by this family. Our kids are grown and off to college now, but through the years I never forgot how to strive to behave like a family someone would want to be a part of. There have been many kids who have wandered through our doors. And those doors were worth wandering through in large part because of the Cullimores.

Share your family love. Be a part of the village. And maybe you will be the Cullimores to somebody’s kids someday.

To the Cullimore family, my deepest thanks.

 

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Mrs. Hagan’s Allegory

So as I am teaching my lively 7th graders about allegories today, this idea arrived. Mrs.HagansAllegory

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Poems for Because

Poems for sorrow
Poems for joy
Poems that somehow must employ
Words that matter
Rhymes that zip
Cadences that roll off lips.

Poems for laughter
Poems for mirth
Poems that make you question worth
Of putting words
In certain form
To harken back to “Nevermore.”

Dare you say it
Dare you try
To put out meanings for all and I
Find challenges
In all such things
Dare to see what joy it brings.

Go to bed now
Sleep must come
Must be ready for then and some
Renewal days
And weeks and months
Careful to avoid the slumps.

Dorothy Hagan
March 20, 2017

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Skipping the Dam Tour

On driving in…rocks, rocks.
Lots of rocks.

Mountains majestic…and desert bare.
Rocks, rocks. Lots of rocks.

My origins from East
Make West alien.

Arresting, rugged, tall, these rocks.
Mighty H dam is dizzying in scope.

So the tour…signage thus:
DO NOT enter if you…
Have a pacemaker.
No, but I plan to need one.
Have a defibrillator.
No, but also on my to-do list.
Are claustrophobic.
Bingo! No dam tour for me!

But no worries…none.
Sitting outside taking in sun.
People watching while sipping the bean,
Contemplating in a state of serene,
How they tamed these rocks and made them mind,
A more interesting place you’re not likely to find,
Amid rocks. Rocks.
Lots of rocks.

Dorothy Hagan
March 13, 2017

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Healthcare Solution: CongressCare

It’s so simple. The solution to our access to healthcare dilemma is right in front of us: CongressCare. Why shouldn’t every person in the United States have the same access to healthcare that our members of Congress enjoy? I mean, really, why not?

How is it that the elected leaders standing there pushing ways to limit our access to healthcare are the same ones who can use their government insurance to go anywhere they want?

And before anyone says, well, the country can’t afford that, understand that Congress is being paid by our tax dollars. They are on the government payroll. All of them. And somehow we taxpayers can afford to pay for their insurance.

And before anyone says, I don’t want no government insurance, it seems to be working fine for members of congress, their spouses and their children. Has anyone in the US Senate not been able to get their child to the doctor? No, I didn’t think so.

Fellow Americans, I am as serious as I can be. Call your members of congress and your senators and your president to demand CongressCare for everyone. Flood them, overwhelm them, convince them that the American people are just as deserving as they are when it comes to access to healthcare.

CongressCare

Where US citizens get the same access to healthcare as the elected leaders we employ.

Demand it today.

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Jumping Jack Fancies

Inspiration is everywhere
It’s on my fingers and in my hair
It’s on the streets
It’s in the yards
It’s in the treats
It’s in the hard
Est parts of living, breathing, never sleeping.
Inspiration is jumping free
Springing from every pore on me.

Cannot write it fast enough
Now there’s an idea on my cuff
Of the dress I’m not wearing
Of the figure I’m not sharing
Because while ideas are plump
I’d rather not be.

Dorothy Hagan
March 9, 2017

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With My Buddy L’Oreal

In time to go from brown to blonde
I can ponder things of which I’m fond
Traveling, eating, writing, sleeping
Seeing friends with which to bond.

Wondering about the months ahead
Worrying over words I’ve said
Learning, planning, burning, scanning,
All this while colors bind my head.

Dorothy Hagan, March 8, 2017

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