Margerumalia – Standing on the Shoulders of Suffragists 

Newsletter – December 27, 2024

Last week I mentioned going to see Suffs on Broadway as our early Christmas present to the whole family. Years ago, my sister-in-law had suggested that experiences were great gifts for the holidays because of the special memories they created. She was so right! 

The title of the musical comes from the suffragists—not suffragettes, which has a diminutive suffix meaning “lesser.”  These women fought long and hard for women’s right to vote, enduring everything from simple political posturing to outright torture in the form of forced feeding. These heroes include familiar names, like Carrie Chapman Catt and Ida B. Wells, as well as many other women that deserve equal recognition. They get that in this musical.

Suffs won Tony Awards this year for “Best Book of a Musical” and “Best Original Score” and, like Hamilton, it was steeped in historical accuracy, an epic scope, and dynamic characters. It closes on Broadway at the beginning of January to prepare for the national tour. I urge you to see it when it arrives in your neck of the woods. Learn more about it at suffsmusical.com. (National tour not yet posted.)

So what about that campaign button at the top of the newsletter? That was from my mom’s first run for mayor and was given to me recently by someone who’d worked on her early campaigns. Mayor Margerum was inaugurated in January of 1980 and would go on to serve six terms before retiring in 2004. 

It’s incredible to think that my mother was born only ten years after women were granted the right to vote in the US. She earned her Master’s Degree in Political Science in 1979 and became the first woman mayor of my home town within a year. Today the City Hall is named after her. I wish she could have seen Suffs, I think it would have meant a lot to her. 

My mother also donned the costume of Helen Gouger, a local suffragist and member of the temperance movement who sued the county for denying her the right to vote. My mother would visit schools in character and talk to the students about the 19th Amendment and women’s suffrage. 

My daughter later portrayed her grandmother in a short one woman play she created in grad school. My mother would have liked to see that, too.

It’s just a few days until New Years Eve and I usually don’t bother with resolutions, but this time I have a very specific goal—retraining myself to speak. I’ll tell you about it next week. 

TTFN

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Margerumalia – A Christmas Story in PA

Newsletter – December 20, 2024

This year for Christmas, Debbie and I drove to the Millbrook Playhouse in Pennsylvania to see our daughter perform in The Christmas Story. She played the mother of Ralphie who desperately wants a BB gun for Christmas. You know the one: “An Official Red Ryder carbine action two-hundred shot range model air rifle with a compass in the stock and this thing that tells time.”

I think we heard that wish expressed rapid fire at least two dozen times throughout the play by the time the narrator—the grown up Ralphie—says it for the last time. That actor lingered over the words with such heart and nostalgia that it brought a lump to my throat. Oh, the things that mean so much to us at that tender age, even in the face of friends and family who repeatedly exclaim, “You’ll put your eye out!”

I remember when I bought a cassette player for my car, complete with AM/FM stereo, for the drive across country to start grad school at USC, my dad said “It’ll get stolen!” He was right, of course, but like our daughter’s performance of Mother in the play, he showed compassion and practicality when I phoned home to ask for help. Ralphie didn’t put his eye out, thankfully, but the kindness showed to the son who has to learn his own lesson felt very familiar. 

The live play performance had a lot to recommend it over and above the movie. The comedic moments played out in Ralphie’s mind by the actors in the play were spot on, with heightened drama that bordered on the absurd and drew appreciative laughter from the audience. 

Now I’m going to brag on my daughter. Indulge me, Her portrayal of Mother was honest, genuine, and, when needed, charmingly playful. She also showed us how entirely capable this woman was, and intelligent, and good-hearted. A few days later, when we took her and her fiancé back to New York we all went to see the Broadway musical Suffs, about the women who fought for the right to vote. I told my wife afterwards that women like the mother in A Christmas Story would do a much better job of running the country than The Old Man (Ralphie’s father) ever could. 

I’ll tell you more about Suffs and my mother the mayor next week. Stay tuned.

Meanwhile, I hope your holidays are jam-packed with wonderful experiences that you get to share with family and friends. 

TTFN 


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Margerumalia – Christmas from Japan 

Newsletter – December 13, 2024

Last year I got an unexpected gift for the holidays. It was a Christmas card (pictured above) handed to me by a woman from Japan.

Every morning I take a walk after breakfast, enjoying nature as I wind my way through the ravines that lead to Happy Hollow Park. The abundance of trees, squirrels, deer, and humans starts off each day with joy, especially when those humans are walking their dogs because I get to indulge in some puppy love. Some of those dogs recognize me from a distance and run full tilt to greet me like a long lost friend. Because, of course, I am. 

I also greet many other morning walkers who return my smile with a shared “Good Morning!” One of those walkers in Happy Hollow was a Japanese woman named Junko. At first she was quite shy about returning my smile and she clearly didn’t speak much English. The local university has many foreign students and visiting professors so that wasn’t uncommon. After several weeks she made eye contact more readily and shared a “Good morning” each day. 

In December Junko approached me with a Christmas card that she was carrying in hopes of seeing me again. That’s when I learned her name and that she was from Kyoto. Using the translation app on her phone, we exchanged several written messages and got to know each other a bit more.

At home, Junko had spoken Japanese into her phone and copied the English translation letter by letter on her card. This is what she wrote:

I have been here for three months and will be returning to Japan this weekend.

I was happy to be able to greet you every morning. Thank you greet.

To you it may ordinary, but to me it was special.

I’m sorry for the sudden, but I would like to tell you you that.

It’s getting colder. I hope you and yourfamily have a wonderful Christmas season.

12/6 / 2023

Junko Hotta

Years ago, when I was living in Los Angeles, I would drive my VW Rabbit across the desert for eight hours to see my grandparents who had retired in Sun City. On one visit my grandfather and I talked about greeting strangers and I was pleased to discover that he and I had the same habit of wanting to bring a smile to the faces of cashiers, wait staff, and passing strangers. He had been a lawyer in Iowa, very stoic and socially cautious, and I was an actor in LA, very outgoing and creative, but we shared the same impulse to brighten someone’s day.

I think Grandpa would have nodded amiably and approved of my card from Junko. I hold it dear in my heart and hope she’s happy and healthy in Kyoto.

I wish you all the joy of the holiday season and hope you get to share a piece of it with someone you don’t know. 

TTFN

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Margerumalia – You May Be A Boomer

Newsletter – December 6, 2024

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Do you remember Jeff Foxworthy’s comedy routine that had a series of instances in which “You May Be A Redneck”? Recently I was thinking about things that Baby Boomers have in common and developed a few of those instances. I thought I’d share a few of them with you here.

If you use a pill box with separate compartments for each day of the week… 

You May Be A Boomer

If you send text messages with correct punctuation and end them with a period…

You May Be A Boomer

If you know the difference between a 33 and a 45…

You May Be A Boomer

If your childhood phone number began with a word instead of a number…

You May Be A Boomer

If your appreciation of classical music is entirely derived from Looney Toons cartoons…

You May Be A Boomer

If you still know all the words to “The Ballad of Gilligan’s Isle”—both the opening credits AND the end credits—but you can’t remember what aisle the mayonnaise is on…

You May Be A Boomer

TTFN!

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Margerumalia – Small Business Saturday

Newsletter November 30, 2024

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One of the readers of this newsletter told me he not only bought a copy of The Most Amazing Museum of Los Angeles, he bought two more and placed them in little libraries where he lives. Thanks again, Dave!

It’s been said that being an indie author is to be the owner of a small business. That’s true. It’s also been said that the biggest mistake of people in sales is not to make the ask. So I’m asking…

My mother used to read Paddington stories to our daughter. A cherished memory to this day. Do you have someone on your gift list who might enjoy getting a copy of MAMLA? Or a parent or grandparent who would like to read this book to them? The links to purchase the book are at the bottom of this newsletter.

I also have some bonus items to add to your purchase.

BONUS ITEMS

1. I have a sheet of four mazes that I give away at my book signings. 

2. I also created a page of my three humorous short poems from this newsletter. 

PDF’s

If you reply to this email or send me an email using eric@ericmargerum.com and tell me you purchased a copy (or two, or three) I’ll send you the PDF’s of these bonus items to add to your gift or enjoy for yourself. 

By the way, if you bought the book six months ago and want the bonus items, I’m happy to send them to you.

SIGNED COPIES 

$19.99 with SHIPPING

If you’d like me to send out a signed copy of my book with the bonus items already inside—I’ll throw in a MAMLA bookmark, too—drop me a line at eric@ericmargerum.com and I can provide a QR Code for either Venmo or PayPal.

I’d need to have your payment by December 10th to make sure it’s received by the 25th. 

COFFEE MUGS

$24.99 with SHIPPING

A coffee mug is also a nice gift, reminding your loved one of Doris Weatherton’s sage advice as the Shafer Family steps into the Howls of Mirrors.

REVIEWS & LINKS

Another way you could help this small business without spending money is to contribute a review of my book to one or more of the platforms below. A woman at my Barnes & Noble book signing took a few minutes to look up reviews of my book and then returned to buy a copy, thanks to what she had read. 

Here are several links to buy or review The Most Amazing Museum of Los Angeles

https://store.bookbaby.com/book/the-most-amazing-museum-of-los-angeles

https://www.amazon.com

https://www.barnesandnoble.com

https://www.booksamillion.com

https://www.kobo.com

I hope you’re having a wonderful Thanksgiving Weekend. 

TTFN!

Margerumalia – Christmas Lights and Dental Blights

Newsletter – Nov. 29,2024

Two days after draping Christmas lights across our front bushes we got the first snow of the season. I was patting myself on the back while taking this photo, but to give credit where credit is due, it was Debbie’s initiative to trim those bushes making it all possible. She’s a go-getter gardener while I’m a reluctant one.   

You know what else I’m reluctant about? Getting a tooth pulled. 

As I’ve explained to many dentists and their assistants, whatever you may be doing in my mouth, it’s far worse in my imagination. I hum tunelessly to distract myself from my own fears. Like a white noise machine, it disrupts the brainwaves that deliver images of a bloodbath like The Texas Chainsaw Massacre

So I’m lying back in the dentist chair, inhaling a mix of oxygen and nitrous oxide—laughing gas, hah, not in my experience—knowing that the dentist is running late because he got stuck in traffic. You know those stories of surgeons who accidentally amputate the wrong limb? I don’t want him to arrive in a frenzy, knowing that people are waiting. I don’t want him to be in a hurry to catch up with his schedule and pull out the wrong tooth! 

It’s not like he can put it back.

He arrives, introduces himself, and I immediately pat him on the shoulder and sympathize with the traffic situation. “I’ve lived in LA,” I tell him, “I know what it’s like. You’re gonna need a moment to take a few deep breaths.” And study the tooth chart.

There ya go, Eric, establish rapport. Let him talk about idling on the interstate, let him get it out of his system. We’re friends now. He’s not about to pull the wrong tooth out of a friend’s mouth. 

The assistant joins him and they compare plans for the weekend. She had planned to put up Christmas lights, but failed to get them out before the snowfall. 

“I did!” I slurred, the numbness starting to take a hold of my cheek. I pulled out my phone and shared the picture above which they admired. More rapport, more camaraderie. Pretty soon I’d be humming tunelessly, but at least I was a third person in the room, not just another mouth full of teeth. 

“This one will probably come out in pieces,” the dentist warned me. 

“Because it has a crown?” I asked. 

“Yes, and the root canal that was done many years ago.” 

That’s the right tooth! I was still fearful of the procedure, but at least I knew it would be the right one. 

I survived, of course, to write this harrowing account of Eric The Tuneless Hummer. 

TTFN!

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Margerumalia – Homing The Last Two Kittens

Newsletter – November 22, 2024

This is a photo of the last two kittens the day before we captured them off the back deck. They are Trisha (calico) and the OOC (Other Orange Cat). The temperatures fell, as did the rain, just after their rescue and we’re pleased they’re living together in a warm, dry home with a man who really cares about them. 

We used a humane trap this time and the only scratches I suffered were the result of transferring Trish from one cat carrier to the other. She was scared to death and escaped my grip like a cat outta hell, running around our little downstairs bathroom, spraying food, water, and cat litter everywhere. I already had my tetanus shot from the previous rescue and hadn’t completed my prescription of antibiotics so I was safe, if somewhat bruised and bloodied…again. 

The capture of the kittens was a bit of a comedy of errors. Trish got trapped right away. We knew when we heard her scream in fright, but the OOC was a different story. The humane cages, if you’re not familiar with them, have a spring loaded door that snaps shut when the animal steps on the metal plate at the end where the food is. First the OOC walked around to investigate the food from the outside, trying to reach it with his paw. We watched from the window quietly urging him to enter the cage from the other side. When he finally did walk in to eat, he accidentally wedged the little food bowl under the metal plate preventing it from triggering the door. He ate his fill as we despaired of capturing him at all. Suddenly the bowl moved and the door slammed shut. We did it!

They huddled together in our cat carrier while I texted my friend about coming to get them. He rushed out to buy supplies and arrived in a couple of hours.

Today, the report from their adoptive human is that they’re slowly warming up to him and the OOC is letting himself be petted. Trish is more standoffish just as she was on our back deck. I’ve heard the psychology of animals and humans says that adaptive behavior can be learned even by watching another’s progress. I expect she’ll come around.

Unless we capture their mother, Tabitha, I won’t be sharing more wild cat stories. She really needs to be spayed to prevent more pregnancies. Tabby won’t thank us for the experience, but it’s what she needs. We’ll also need to find a larger cage! The humane trap we have is too small for her.

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Margerumalia – They’re, Their, and There

Newsletter November 15, 2024

Joe going to his new home. (Named in honor of the president.)

This picture shows the second kitten we captured off our back deck. This time it was my turn to get bloody and go to Urgent Care for a tetanus shot and antibiotics! We’ll use the humane trap next time and save ourselves from those little sharp claws. 

The poor guy huddled in the back of the dog cage for several hours and wouldn’t touch food or water. It’s a pretty frightening experience! We assured our neighbors (and the doctor) that he never tried to bite us. He was just surprised and frightened. Our neighbors are a kind, gentle couple and I know they’ll coax him to trust and love them. 

Good news, I told the doctor in Urgent Care about the dentist I’d be consulting about having a tooth extraction, and she gave me an antibiotic that would protect me from the hand-piercing infections AND the infected tooth. Two for one!

And who doesn’t love a good two-fer toother!

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Last week I shared a poem called “Morel, Morsel, Moral, Moray” that I hope you enjoyed. This week I have another piece of verse I wrote because of a comment from a reader: Looking forward to your treatise on “There, their, and they’re.”  

At first I laughed and shrugged off the possibility that I could compose such a thing, but it kept on playing through my mind like an ear worm and I later replied, “Challenge Accepted!”

They’re, Their, and There

“They’re going to win! They are! They are!”

“They’re going to win,” said June.

“A pin for the win. Their prize,” said May.

“A pin for the win. Their prize!” 

“A blue ribbon there,” agreed their friend April. 

“They’re blue ribbon winners indeed!”

And there you have it!

TTFN! 

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Margerumalia – Morel, Morsel, Moral, Moray

Newsletter – November 8, 2024

[Photo Credit: www.out-grow.com]

Morel, Morsel, Moral, Moray 

A morel is a mushroom to enjoy in tasty bits.

A morsel is a tasty bit to eat in starts and fits.  

A moral is a lesson learned by dropping morel morsels.

A moray is a toxic eel that’s lacking fins or dorsals.

FACT CHECK: Some moray eels are not toxic and are considered a delicacy. In fact, they taste like chicken. Seriously. I read that on the internet. And we all know that’s a reliable source!

A crossword puzzle set me on the path of writing this little ditty. I had a five letter word to complete that started with M-O-R and I started riffing on possibilities in the margins of the newspaper. (Yes, I still get a paper newspaper, don’t judge.) From those M-O-R words I developed the little poem above. 

If you liked that one, you can check out my April 19 newsletter featuring an equally scintillating composition called “Caret, Carat, Carrot.” (All of my previous newsletters are on my website at ericmargerum.com under POSTS. You can search by the poem title or the date.)

Maybe if I write enough erudite poesy, I can gather them into a famous anthology of verses. And you’ll be able to say, “I was reading him long before this publication hit the best seller list!” People will be so impressed! 

You know what else is impressive? The website where I found the beautiful morel photo. [www.out-grow.com] This is not a paid advertisement, I don’t even like mushrooms, but if I did, this website looks pretty thorough and has plenty of advice on growing your own mushrooms. Just saying. 

Catch ya next week. TTFN! 

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Margerumalia – Opening Night in Elsewhere

Newsletter – November 1, 2024

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It’s opening night of Elsewhere and I’m excited to see the performances unfold. The background projections and lights are all set up, the costumes, props, and sound effects were all found, borrowed, or created, and the programs and posters are freshly printed. It’s show time! 

I’m always proud to see how far the students have advanced through the years. At an age where they’re finding their place in the world, their theatre experiences give them a chance to experiment in a safe and supportive environment. After all, it’s just pretend, right? So you can express the emotions of your character at full volume on stage and, instead of getting in trouble, you get kudos for “acting out.” What other aspect of life gives you permission to embody that behavior? 

That’s not to say there isn’t real depth of feeling to go along with those experiences. A couple of years ago there was a student who had to step into a small role at the last minute. With only about three or four lines to say at the beginning and end of the play she broke into a panic attack on opening night. “It’s all real,” she sobbed in the dressing room, “it’s all so real.” 

I reassured her that she didn’t need to go on, that we’d find someone else to do it script-in-hand, but she did it, and did it well. She experienced that crashing reality of pretend where your emotional self experiences the reality of the make-believe and the feelings are all so real

This year, that same actor is appearing in Elsewhere as the nightmarish tooth fairy commanding her minions, the tooth goblins, to extract teeth from the mouths of the children. She’s deliciously evil and so distant from that younger version who broke down in the dressing room. She’s come so far! 

Writing goals, right? What writer wouldn’t want to see their storytelling have that kind of emotional impact, that kind of potential for growth? It’s all in the experience. The only way forward is through.

Speaking of acting out, I hope you had a delightful Halloween!

TTFN

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