Up the Road from Tassinong
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Tassinong was the oldest village in northern Indiana, founded as a French mission and trading post in 1673, according to the historical marker that lists an ancestor as one of those who incorporated it. It is located in the front yard of a farmhouse at the head of Baums Bridge Road near the outlet to Indiana 49 about eight miles south of Valparaiso, Indiana, where I was born.
If you indulge me, you will discover how much this book owes to a handul of very special people from a girl with forbearance beyond her years to a woman with a dragonfly tattoo. To them and to all the others I apologize for taking too much time to do this.,
Mike Bartholomew
Charles M. Bartholomew is a retired journalist and radio announcer. He is a native of Valparaiso, Indiana, and a graduate of Valparaiso High School, Wabash College (B. A., Physics), and the University of Maryland (M. A., Journalism). Except for a number of years in the north and northwest Chicago suburbs, he has spent most of his life in Northwest Indiana, about which he has written extensively of the people and history as a newspaper correspondent. He began writing “schoolyard rhymes” in elementary school and became a serious amateur poet—a Valparaiso tradition, as you will read—at the age of 16, continuing his art for over 40 years. He learned much of his craft at the knee of his mother, an English teacher and mezzo-soprano who instilled in him a voracious appetite for language and all kinds of music. He has written in all styles—lyrics, parodies, blank verse, advertising jingles, “deadline” poetry, inspirational and patriotic verse, humorous and satirical sketches, and protest songs. Most dear to him are the many portraits of family, classmates, and friends on which he honed his skills. He has authored one book, a fantasy called The Sleigh Elf’s Daughter, a clear example of his taste for the outrageous.
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Up the Road from Tassinong - Mike Bartholomew
© 2013 by Mike Bartholomew. All rights reserved.
No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without the written permission of the author.
Published by AuthorHouse 09/19/2013
ISBN: 978-1-4918-1421-5 (sc)
ISBN: 978-1-4918-1466-6 (e)
Library of Congress Control Number: 2013916284
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Contents
Before Sign-On
TALES OF THE GREEN AND WHITE
Springtime In Valparaiso
English 4: Haiku
Teen Time
Never Borrow A Girl’s Pen
Judy’s Fragment
On Poverty
On Progress
The Ballad Of Janis Irene
The View From The Back Of The Room And The Pretty Girl
The Poet And The Dancer
Merry Christmas, Janis Irene
Once Upon A Garden
Lines
Jannie
March Madness
And Then I’ll Think Only Of You
The Balls
Pure Vintage
Ode To The Green And White
Epilogue
Johnston’s Girl
The Friday Song
The Last Night Of The Fair
ONE FINE DAY
Set No. 1
November Whimsy
Dune
Evenings At Penelope’s Loom
Murmurs
Firstcoming
Brink
I Do
Afterspice
Bunny
Album
Funnies
Winter Child
Hamburger Dills
Apostrophe To Christa
Topsy-Turvy
Paternity Suit
Emergency Room
Daughter
Reverie For Dusty
Two Elegies
Vale
Postlude
Only…
One Fifty-One
Cause
My Curse
Diana’s Blessing
HALF A MILE PAST THE END OF THE WORLD
On Rankin Ridge
Breakfast In Wauconda
Ascent
A Crown Point Story
City Of The Light
Calumet Manifesto
First Impressions
Great Western
Lay Of The Vale Poets
Cheesed, With Onions
Season
Flag Waivers
The Indiana Traveler
I Am American
PARDON ME!
R. T. A.
Big Red Gravel Truck
Material Guy
North Shore Hideaway
Cold War Couplet
Glass-Nosed
Reality Bytes
Evening In Plum Grove Square
The Cat In The Ħat
Deluge
The Road Ahead Not Taken
Oliver Stone’s 1492
Undertaking
To Brandi:
Good Grief, Ms. M ___ Or He Is More To Be Pitied Than Censured
Priorities
52, And Counting
Purity
Protestant
Debbie’s Epigram
Mr. Hatcher Goes To Town
Returning To Paradise
Diversity: An Attempted Rap
Broadway Lament
South Haven
Legion
The Greatest Generation
Cops
Broadsides On The Dodger Song
A Bethlehem Steel Broadside
UNBUTTONED
Marvel Travel :60
Worder
Promenodds
1. Clear The Saloon
2. Americans In Pairs
3. Trojan Warhorses,
Ribbed For Your Pleasure
4. Köchel Exercises
5. Bonn Homey
On Beyond Borders
The Eighth Habit
Andante Con Moto
Two
Arthusia’s Door
Poet Unbuttoned
A Deskbound Wordsmith I
Melanie
Heavy Things
Chele’s Fragment
Michelle’s Hostage
Abigal
Peregrinations
Equinocturne
Ephemera Of The Shore
Thank-You Note
Thursday Morning, Wyoming
Solace
Creature
Castaway
Messages
Sign-Off
About The Author
About The Book
To Fay,
Almost a countryman,
But still a true mate.
I was born and bred a city girl, though my soul is with the land…
—Eucalyptus in My Veins
Best of luck (as if you needed it).
Remember:
When you make your mark in the world, watch out for the wise guys with erasers.
Lois
30471.pngTo Mike:
Unbelievable
Unco-ordinated (won’t you ever learn to snap your fingers?)
Underrated
Underfed (???)
Undaunted
Unkind
and son of an Undertaker (no one holds it against you, really).
I’m sorry for ya, but what can I do?
Margaret (Pearl of Wisdom?)
This year has really been an experience, to say the least! You’ve really been fun, and your with is hard to beat.
Be good now, and let’s make the next few years really swing!
Remember me always.
Love,
Jan
Aunt Nettie
The verse that ends the chapter Half a Mile Past the End of the World
was first published in the Post-Tribune, Merrillville, Indiana, in the week after 9/11. It may be freely performed in public without express permission, including the Prologue; if performed as part of The Star Spangled Banner,
it should be placed immediately before the fourth and final verse. Permission is given to reprint any or all of it, provided that proper attribution of the author is made.
BEFORE SIGN-ON
It all started with my parents—or so author of light verse and numerous humor books Richard Armour might say. I hesitate to compare myself to someone who had the misfortune to be born into the same generation as Ogden Nash.
My mother was a native of New Bedford, Massachusetts, and possibly the only full-blooded Pole in Northwest Indiana who was not related to any of the others of her heritage here. Having been raised Catholic (see Jean Shepherd’s The Star-Crossed Romance of Josephine Cosnowski
), she somehow found her way to (Lutheran) Valparaiso University, where she prepared for a career as either a vocalist or an English and French teacher, which allowed her to indulge a talent for tongue-in-cheek composition—such as Joey,
a parody on Spike Jones’ 1945 Top 10 hit Chloe
in praise of our wartime ally and oppressor of tens of millions.
She managed to overcome her Down East accent (except when we were visiting her parents), although she never picked up my father’s Chicagoland Warshington.
Between the two of them and the indigenous Hoosier drawl, my speech tended to drift widely, according to whatever region where I chanced to spend at least two weeks. (A baffled philologist once asked me when I moved to Indiana and refused to believe my answer. I still say root
for route and call roundabouts rotaries.
)
Because of her I was saddled with a writing and speaking style that was rooted in the 1940’s, unless I made a conscious effort to shun it. I also inherited from her a kind of eidetic memory with which I could recall not only times and places, but sounds (I have always remembered sounds better than sights), tastes, smells, feelings, and emotions, good or bad that could come back randomly and without cause at any moment—sometimes intensely and painfully.
My father’s contribution was buying me a typewriter for my thirteenth birthday and immersing me in our three-generation family funeral home.
My earliest memories include my mother reading to me, and my sister, from James Barrie’s Peter Pan,
Thornton W. Burgess’s Old Mother West Wind
books, the stories of Joel Chandler Harris, don marquis’s archy and mehitabel,
and A Small Child’s Book of Verse, edited by children’s book illustrator Pelagie Doane. She also made sure that I was imprinted on more single records and long-playing albums, popular and classical, than I could even begin to mention. After years as a fine arts announcer—my ticket into commercial radio after graduate school in journalism at the University of Maryland—people just assumed that I had a college music degree, which was not the case.
I was reading the Chicago Tribune while I was in kindergarten and doing 300-piece jigsaw puzzles in the second grade (every day before school). Strange to say, I read nonfiction exclusively until about the fifth grade; among the first storybooks that I picked up were the later Oz novels of L. Frank Baum in the fourth grade library at Gardner. School. Not until I was a sophomore in high school was a I concerted reader of fiction, and then my extracurricular interests were science fiction, travel, and folklore.
My first poem came in Mrs. Steffey’s second grade class at Central School—a valentine to classmate Barbara McDonald. The next