{"id":19558,"date":"2023-05-03T00:36:52","date_gmt":"2023-05-03T00:36:52","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/?p=19558"},"modified":"2023-05-02T19:38:33","modified_gmt":"2023-05-02T19:38:33","slug":"the-sounds-of-l","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/2023\/05\/03\/the-sounds-of-l\/","title":{"rendered":"THE SOUNDS OF \u201cL\u201d"},"content":{"rendered":"<p class=\"p1\"><em><span class=\"s1\">BY JOELLEN COLLINS<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n<figure id=\"attachment_14119\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-14119\" style=\"width: 229px\" class=\"wp-caption alignright\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-14119\" src=\"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/10\/joellen-1-229x300.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"229\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/10\/joellen-1-229x300.jpeg 229w, https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/10\/joellen-1-150x196.jpeg 150w, https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/10\/joellen-1-300x393.jpeg 300w, https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/10\/joellen-1.jpeg 481w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 229px) 100vw, 229px\" \/><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-14119\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">JoEllen Collins\u2014a longtime resident of the Wood River Valley\u2014is a teacher, writer, fabric artist, choir member and unabashedly proud grandma known as \u201cBibi Jo.\u201d<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<p class=\"p2\"><span class=\"s1\">F<\/span><span class=\"s1\">or a required college essay, I read an astounding document, Edgar Allen Poe\u2019s \u201cPhilosophy of Composition.\u201d I could envision my high school English teacher, Theodosia Wilkinson, a tiny, immaculate little lady with chignoned white hair, and her artistic renditions of Poe\u2019s poems like \u201cThe Bells.\u201d The varied tones of bells rang from her exquisite voice. She exhibited energy and a love of poetry seldom excelled even in my graduate school professors.<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p4\"><span class=\"s1\">When I later encountered Poe\u2019s criticism, I could appreciate the intense care with which he constructed his poetry. The construction of \u201cThe Raven,\u201d as expounded in the cited essay, was complex, powered by an unusual and daring imagination.<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p4\"><span class=\"s1\">Over the years I have enjoyed, when appropriate, sharing with the mothers of new babies that Poe thought the letter \u201cL\u201d evinced a positive response in a reader. His heroines\u2019 names with l\u2019s in them \u2014 the lost Lenore, Ulalume, Annabelle Lee, Helen \u2014 were names designed to stimulate emotions. Recently, a new grandmother and I talked about the beauty of lullabies (note the \u201cl\u201ds) and missing singing them and cuddling as we had with our own babies.<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p4\"><span class=\"s1\">Last week, I sadly noted the passing of one of my favorite entertainers of all time, Harry Belafonte, a human not only of remarkable talent but of great compassion and wisdom. I thought, ironically, about three singers whom I was able to hear as a teenager in Southern California, and, quite suddenly, the mellifluous tones (including \u201cl\u201ds) of their names resonated:\u00a0Belafonte, Nat King Cole, and Ella Fitzgerald. I had a few moments of gratitude for my youth in a time when these artists flourished.<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p4\"><span class=\"s1\">I can unashamedly don rose-colored glasses to remember the artists who shaped me, even in my more conservative generation.\u00a0I heard all three of these singers while sitting down fairly close to them in The Greek Theatre. That venue was just THERE for us: inexpensive, cozy, and located at the edge of Griffith Park, the audience enjoying balmy summer evenings before the influx of population and smog.<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p4\"><span class=\"s1\">When I felt romantic at my high school dances, held in our self-decorated gyms, I could recall the expression on Cole\u2019s face as he reminded me of the thought of young love.\u00a0Even though those sweet visions weren\u2019t necessarily fulfilled in my grown-up life, I still feel a warmth of tenderness and comfort when I listen to those artists. Lucky me, to have been a teenager of that time, with a loving family, and loyal and funny friends who piled into my old heap of a car to drive to Hollywood in our best clothes to see the latest movies at the Pantages or the Egyptian or Grauman\u2019s Chinese theaters. In spite of the tensions in the outside world, we maintained an innocence which I treasure\u2026 schools and churches were sanctuaries, not killing fields, and we could believe, even if only for a few years, of the sweetness of life that I imagined lay before me.<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p4\"><span class=\"s1\">Lovely lullabies to those long-ago artists.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>BY JOELLEN COLLINS For a required college essay, I read an astounding document, Edgar Allen Poe\u2019s \u201cPhilosophy of Composition.\u201d I could envision my high school English teacher, Theodosia Wilkinson, a tiny, immaculate little lady with chignoned white hair, and her artistic renditions of Poe\u2019s poems like \u201cThe Bells.\u201d The varied tones of bells rang from [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":16827,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"tdm_status":"","tdm_grid_status":"","_pvb_checkbox_block_on_post":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[2,22],"tags":[],"class_list":{"0":"post-19558","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","5":"has-post-thumbnail","7":"category-commentary","8":"category-on-lifes-terms"},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19558","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=19558"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19558\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":19562,"href":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19558\/revisions\/19562"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/16827"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=19558"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=19558"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=19558"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}