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Friday, March 19, 2021
Monday, March 15, 2021
Milliron Monday: A Letter from Janet 3 15 21
June 16, 1938 - February 22, 2010 |
Welcome to Milliron Monday where every Monday we celebrate the legacy of Pete Smith, D.V.M., and Milliron: Abbott “Pete” Smith, D.V.M. The Biography (Monday Creek Publishing 2017). A graduate of Colorado State University and a well-known veterinarian in southeast Ohio, Dr. Smith continues to motivate and inspire.
Pete is perhaps no longer with us physically
but there is something about Pete that makes that not applicable in his case –
he was bigger than life and is therefore always going to be with us! I was
reminded recently about how that actually works – a neighbor has a dog that has
been getting sudden cramps which then disappear – he has trouble walking –
wobbles along. They have spared nothing in vet costs to find out what it is. I
immediately thought, “Let me call Pete!” Knowing Pete, maybe he’ll figure out a
way to answer us from where he is! Let’s hope! We need his animal smarts.
My
friend Christine Chauvin who organizes horseback rides around the world had the
pleasure of having Pete on one of her rides in Ecuador. I had broken my back
and couldn’t go myself and knew Pete would love the experience so he went in my
place. Christine thought Pete was a wonderful addition to the ride – a rather
unusual group as there were several men on that particular ride. That is not
usually the case.
Pete
was always a source of laughs, great stories and whenever there were animal
problems, he had the solution. On a ride she had in Africa, one of the favorite
horses of the organizer had been having serious stomach problems which no vet
had been able to help. Christine knew one vet that she could count on – she
called Pete. He asked questions, and without hesitation came up with a
suggestion. Yogurt with charcoal as I recall (don’t pin me down on that one!),
with instructions on how to actually get it down the horse’s throat. Within a
short time the horse was fine again. How little sister Janet (he always called
me Nanny. From him that was quite ok!) is proud when she hears stories like
that. And there are many such
stories.
When
the opportunity came up for our daughter Anna to come and spend a summer
working with Pete, Jody and Jessica doing various chores, I thought “great!” At
least Anna will get a chance to spend a summer with this amazing family. Chores
with Pat were not included – probably
lucky for both Anna and Pat! She’s not a numbers
person! It was quite a different experience for her to be working on a farm
with all that involves and in a clinic seeing operations and understanding that
side of a vet’s work, and without the big city life she is so used to. I was
actually envious of her. I have always loved visiting Milliron Farm and having
all the animals around me – being a part of Pete’s world.
Pete
visited our world when we were living and working in Venezuela. That was a
great time for us all. I had long talks with Pete on just about every subject.
Pete was well read – he had an amazing frame of reference because of that. He
had no trouble finding lots to talk about with people who had never left the
city environment!
He
seemed to enjoy it all and was always up to learning more! I remember we had a
lot of coffee table books in our house. There were some really interesting ones
– which most of us just leaf through – checking out the beautiful pictures.
Well, with Pete it was a completely different story! He read most of them! I can’t remember how long he was with us – too
short as time flew by – but he managed to read many of those books and came
with floods of questions about Venezuela’s this or that.
Pete lived his life – some of us just let it
flow on. That’s ok but oh how much more Pete must have experienced in his all
too short time with us. He wanted to get the most out of his life and he made
sure he did just that. He always had the loving support of Jody which was incredibly
important to him. She went into overdrive to make sure he got a passport in
time for the ride in Ecuador. I am sure that was standard procedure for her and
Pete understood and loved this about Jody. That they had their love of animals
in common was an important strength in every aspect of their lives.
We will miss Pete but he’s always going to be
here with us! After all he was/is
bigger than life!
Wednesday, March 10, 2021
An Interview with Ohio Author Dr. jw Smith
GM: Dr. Smith, it has been great working with you. Thank you for the opportunity. What is the premise for your book?
jw: The premise of my book is to try and tell a unique story informed by race and differently abled status. The fact that the focus is on the context of higher learning and how the intersectionality of race and differently ableness has influenced the life and career of a professor has the potential to be at least intriguing.
GM: When you began writing your memoir, how did you maintain thoughts and ideas?
jw: The process began with formulating the concept of the book in my mind and picturing how I wanted each chapter to look and the topics I wanted covered in them. Then I took brief notes so that I could that would not forget what I wanted to accomplish while dictating the book to my typist.
GM: What advice do you have for novice writers looking to write their first book/memoir?
jw: If you have an idea, write it down before you forget. Put yourself in the audience you are trying to address and remember that you can’t tell the whole story in one book.
GM: What are you currently reading?
jw: My usual reading includes books from James Patterson, David Boldacci, and Karin Slaughter.
GM: What are you currently writing?
jw: I am currently working on telling the story of a newly blinded woman that used to be in addition to many things, an FBI agent, and a drug dealer.
GM: Who is your favorite author?
jw: David Boldacci. He is my favorite because of his writing style and his ability to provide more than enough twists and turn in his plots.
jw: I wanted my audience to understand and believe that someone can have a productive life even with so called ‘physical limitations’ (ie: blindness). And that much of life is about our attitude and outlook.
GM: Your book is a thought-provoking, honest story of your journey. What are your plans for the future?
jw: I really would like to write a suspense thriller based on a unique assassin additionally, I would like to now tell the stories of others.
GM: Describe a day in your life...
jw: I know how to both work hard and play hard. A working day might include teaching two or three classes, writing two or three pages, and attending one or two meetings. A play day might include drinking lots of good wine, listening to good music, and thinking about good looking women with long hair.
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Monday, March 8, 2021
Milliron Monday: A Letter from Susie 3 8 21
June 16, 1938 - February 22, 2010 |
Welcome to Milliron Monday where every Monday we celebrate the legacy of Pete Smith, D.V.M., and Milliron: Abbott “Pete” Smith, D.V.M. The Biography (Monday Creek Publishing 2017). A graduate of Colorado State University and a well-known veterinarian in southeast Ohio, Dr. Smith continues to motivate and inspire.
My
big brother – that’s what Pete was to me, the third sibling among us five. He
was always bigger than life, whether to his little two-year-old sister or to me
now. And the adventures in his life were always just as big. He’d survived so
many near-mythic accidents, I didn’t take this last one as seriously as
everyone near him knew it to be. I missed him – and I miss him.
Pete
and Jody called me up last Fall to thank me for some Maine newspaper horse
stores I’d sent them. We talked for almost an hour, really rare, and in
retrospect so special. That time, I found out he’d totaled his truck just
months before and was pretty badly hurt himself – a first, he assured me. But
he was fine, back to work, no problems.
That
call was especially nice because getting his attention as a child or adult
sibling always seemed hard for me. The only time I really impressed him, I
thought, was when I showed up driving my ¾-ton Dodge diesel truck. The 1910
Stanley Steamer in the trailer didn’t impress him, just the truck pulling it.
Or so I thought!
Living
with Pete was always exciting. When I was about two, I was saving a base for
him at a baseball game in our yard at 48 West Elm in Yarmouth. He came racing
in, landed on my outstretched leg – and broke it! He was great at knife
throwing and he demonstrated it once by making me stand next to a beam on the
second floor of the barn while he threw his knife into the beam from the ground
floor. I got to pull it out of the beam and drop it down to him, I guess – that
part I don’t remember.
In
fact, it had to be at 48 West Elm that Pete decided to be a veterinarian. We
had cows, chickens, pigs, and at least seven horses. Dad, a gentlemen farmer as
they used to call them, commuted 10 miles into Portland to work, so Pete
probably helped Mom out with a lot of farm chores. By the time we moved to our
Little River Farm on Casco Bay in Freeport, there were four of us, so Mom
needed a lot of help.
At
Little River, Pete was probably just a typical big brother. I remember very
clearly his making me put his fishing worms in my pocket. One time he chased me
up an apple tree in the front yard. In the excitement, I jumped from one limb
to another and missed. That time, I had a broken arm. Our first year in Denver,
1952, all by myself I broke my wrist. With three broken bones before I was ten,
I figured out I’d better be more careful, so I stopped breaking bones.
Once
we moved to Denver, Pete was gone to me. He was so much older; we were never in
school together. I remember proudly how he got a summer job at a ranch in the
mythical Laramie, Wyoming – those were the days of great TV and movie
“Westerns.” Visiting and riding around that huge ranch was always exciting.
Then we came back East, and he went to vet school, rode broncs for sport, met
and married the other passion of his life, Jody, had kids, and the rest is the
history we celebrate today.
Sunday, March 7, 2021
This Week @ Monday Creek: March
Blogging can be cathartic. There’s
something about writing what has recently transpired and what my (somewhat)
plans are for the near future. Usually, I write this in my planner/journal, but thought
I would branch out and share with you what’s happening in my world – which is
Monday Creek.
Today is the start of This Week @ Monday Creek. I really don’t know what to write, I’m just winging it. Maybe stories of the horses, cats, business, and behind the scenes - whatever comes to mind. That sounds like a plan – we’ll see if it spurs interest, or not. Let me think… what is happening around Monday Creek this week…
🌼Zubie, my mare, and if you follow along on my social media, you know Zubie has a lot to say. She’s a flashy paint, a little bit fickle, but a very good listener. She isn’t super crazy about the cold weather and likes to stay in her stall early mornings, slowly wakes up, and waits for her lunch. She has been alone this winter. We lost her companion, Crusoe, a tall warmblood/quarter horse, last October. He wasn’t my horse but I roomed him with Zubie for a friend of mine. Zubie mourned for several months after Crusoe died. I think just recently she has felt better (emotionally).
Crusoe was older – into his 30s. One random day, he began spinning on his hind quarters, somehow losing momentum in his back legs, unable to push himself up. The first time he did this, I called the vet and he gave him banamine, and Crusoe seemed to get better. But, within a two-week period, Crusoe was down again. It was 11AM on a Friday morning. He was spinning on the ground and his owner, Kelly, was able to calm him. My vet was not available until 3PM that afternoon. Living in a rural area, it is difficult to find on-call vets for immediate euthanization. Kelly and I knew the end for Crusoe was inevitable. I called my husband to come to the barn to help. Crusoe, flat on his side, showed no signs of getting up. We prayed for God to help us. We didn’t want Crusoe to suffer.
What happened next was nothing but a miracle. As my husband (who is not a horseman) approached Crusoe, we watched in amazement as Crusoe stood up. It was the quickest I’ve ever seen a horse get up from the ground. We were amazed as Crusoe looked around for Zubie. She had gone into the barn (for some reason, maybe she didn't want to see Crusoe in this state) and they whinnied to each other. Crusoe went into the barn with Zubie. He acted completely normal – a little shaky in the legs, but standing, wanting to be near his girlfriend.
By now it’s about 1PM and my friends and I had planned “Pony Club” that day. We had brought our lunch to the barn (my office is in the barn). Zubie and Crusoe listened to our Pony Club conversation while we ate lunch, talked about whatever, and waited for the vet to arrive at 3PM. In the meantime, the farrier came and trimmed Zubie’s feet and we had a nice visit with our farrier; however, the underlying tension loomed as we kept a close eye on Crusoe and loved on him all afternoon.
It was super serendipitous – to have Pony Club and the farrier the same day, but especially to have people around when we had to face Crusoe’s death. As one of my friends always says, nothing happens by coincidence. When the vet arrived, he said to lock Zubie in the barn. She stuck her head out the Dutch door as we led Crusoe out of her sight, to the backside of our hill, to his burial site. He walked intentionally, trusting us that all would be well. The vet gave the first sedative as Kelly, who had raised and trained Crusoe, held tight to his halter. Slowly, the long-legged gelding fell gently as Kelly guided him to the ground. He was asleep. Now the fatal dose. Quietly he crossed the rainbow bridge. We buried Crusoe beside my beloved gelding Mac.
🌼Pony Club hasn’t happened a lot because of COVID19. Even though we are outside, at the barn, social distancing, we want to be cautious and compliant with government warnings. We are planning our next Pony Club for March 19th. That’s farrier day for Zubie and the weather should be warmer (hopefully). But before that, on the 15th, Zubie has an appointment with her massage therapist. I thought it would make her feel better after a long winter. A yearly massage seems to help Zubie in so many ways – she seems to perk up after a massage. The key is to have a good massage therapist, and we do.
🌼And this blog post is about March. I like March. Several important events to celebrate and parties to not go to (because of COVID19). Zoom and/or FaceTime will have to do. Whatever. It’s all AI now. I don’t know when/if things will get back to “normal” – or is this the new normal? We all are wondering. I heard there’s a large asteroid coming our way in 2029. We better get things done while we can. However, I am in no rush. I don't rush. We don't know what tomorrow holds, but we know who holds tomorrow.
Stay tuned next week for random thoughts from Monday Creek. Sending good wishes your way.
Saturday, March 6, 2021
Monday Creek Publishing Digest March 2021: Featured Author Deanie Humphrys-Dunne
Featured Author
Deanie Humphrys-Dunne
Friday, March 5, 2021
Tamara Martin, Children's Literature Author
Tamara Martin, Children's Literature Author
TM: I’ve always loved to read but never felt pulled towards writing. That all changed when I moved from Athens, Ohio to Ganado, Arizona on the Navajo Nation. I saw how poverty and neglect of a human population affected the animals of those people. Good people wanted good things for their animals but didn’t know where to start. This book shows the transitions of a young dog in a land where there are few resources for animals. There is neither a sad nor a happy ending. Just another abandoned dog waiting for help.
GM: The illustration are beautiful. What was the collaboration process between you and the illustrator, Ernest John?
TM: Haha. I wrote one sentence for Ernest; one sentence for each drawing. I wanted him to use his own life experiences to make each page his own. For example, I’d write “people rushing around, talking on cell phones” and Ernest drew what that sentence meant to him. His illustration shows a Navajo woman in a pick-up truck, driving and talking on her phone, oblivious to a skinny dog standing by the roadside. Or I’d write “night at sheep camp - all is quiet” and Ernest drew a breathtaking scene of a rural Navajo home at night, surrounded by looming mesas. He drew the night sky and moonlight. He drew the animals safe in their corrals and a little dog guarding it all. Ernest always drew the perfect scene for the one sentence I gave him.
GM: Emotions can be felt in each illustration. I have studied them for awhile now and every time I look at them, I derive something new. Dogs seem to be your passion. How many dogs do you own?
TM: We have all ages and sizes, from a 14 year old, 3 pound, toothless Chihuahua to a young Shepherd mix named “Sally” who goes hiking with us. Five dogs total. Because we do foster care and get to really know each dog, we’ve accumulated what I call “misfits”. These are dogs we’ve decided were not adoptable. Maybe they are very old and frail or have seizures. Or they don’t trust anyone but us. Or they have a skin condition that makes them “unattractive”. These are our 5 beloved dogs, lol. The Misfits.
TM: Gina - we don’t have a shelter. We are a group of foster homes who work with shelters and other rescue groups to find homes for unwanted animals.
TM: The stray dog problem persists because our shelters are full and because there is limited access to low-cost spay/neuter clinics in rural areas. So puppies continue to be born. And people still abandon their city dogs in “the country” - areas which are least prepared to care for strays. Small communities enact laws but rarely have the personnel to enforce them.
TM: Find a friendly publisher, haha. And good, truthful friends to proof-read!
TM: Kidnapped by Robert Louis Stevenson. I think I had learned to read well enough as a child that I didn’t struggle with the words. I became totally immersed in that story and told my parents; “It’s the best book I’ve ever read.”
TM: 1. My socks never match
2. I’ve had jobs as a boilermaker welder, a vet tech, a registered nurse and a massage therapist
3. I have 5 dogs, 7 cats, a horse, a llama and a donkey
4. Our group calls references and makes home visits before any of our rescued dogs are adopted
5. My favorite dog breed is Navajo “Sheepdog”
6. If I think of more, I’ll send a separate email
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