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 The Funeral CourtshipAbandoned Childhood wishes, finally fulfilled.Based on a post by secret sexy writer. Listen to the Podcast at Connected.I had known Alex Newberry my entire life. He was the boy down the street during my childhood, the boy behind me throughout school, and the boy who I always wished would see me as more than just "one of the boys." Especially since I was a girl.But I'd never pressed for anything more. I didn't want to ruin our friendship. His family was my second family. Even his nana considered me as her granddaughter.We'd stayed in touch even after I left town to pursue a new career. Throughout the year, we would exchange Emails and sometimes the occasional text. Only at my birthday and on Christmas did I receive snail mail from him. They were always hilarious and always perfect.The day I received the small envelope in early Fall threw me for a loop. It was written in Alex's neat print and had a pre-printed return label with his address, so I knew it was from him. I just didn't know why. I was even more stunned when I slid my finger under the flap and pulled out the single sheet of paper folded in half.I had been standing by the sofa in the living room when I opened the envelope. My eyes scanned the brief note inside, and my knees gave out. I collapsed to the sofa, tears rimming my eyes.Alex's grandmother, Nana Newberry, had passed away.Visions played in my head like an old home movie. Mostly, they were of the summers swimming in the pond behind her house and the day-trips she'd invite me to go on with Alex. Both of my own grandmothers had passed away when I was still too young to remember them much. My loss was almost as deep as Alex's was.Almost.Once I'd caught my breath, I reached for my cell phone and pulled up his number. I tried to swallow my tears as I heard the line ring. I wasn't surprised to receive his voicemail. He was probably busy making arrangements and handling family."Hey, Alex. It's Jaynie. I got your letter. I'm so sorry. I'm booking a flight out tonight, and I'll be there as soon as I can. If there's anything you need, let me know. See you soon."I was already halfway to my bedroom when I clicked off the phone and shoved it into my pocket. My brain was on autopilot as I dragged my suitcase from the closet and gathered the necessary toiletries from the bathroom cabinets and drawers. I was folding socks and panties when I realized I should call the airport.Less than an hour later, I was in the backseat of a cab and leaving a message on my boss's phone telling him I would be out of town for a couple of days due to a family emergency. I arranged for a rental car and for nightly accommodations nearest to my hometown. I knew there was no place in town to stay, the population being barely just under five hundred. If anything had changed over the years, that definitely wasn't one of them.It wasn't until I was seated on the plane, the city's lights fading into dots below me that I let myself think about Nana again. I missed her hugs the most. Her squishy arms always surrounded me with such love. I felt protected. Wanted. My parents were always busy working. Nana was so much more than just an adoptive grandparent.My mind wandered, and I remembered Alex's hugs. I smiled, laughing softly at the memory of him hugging me tight with a toothy grin while Nana took our picture. Then he pushed me into the pond; with my clothes on. We were only six. But I was old enough to know that I liked Alex more than I liked other boys.I was the only girl in the neighborhood, so I either had to adapt to being a tomboy or be left out. I chose the former, much to my mother's dismay. I allowed her to enroll me in dance classes when she insisted I act more like a girl, but I secretly enjoyed playing with the boys more. I didn't mind being the Indian the cowboys always captured and tied up. Or the robber they arrested with the plastic set of handcuffs. Or even Princess Leia, when they wanted to re-enact Star Wars, especially when Alex got to be Han Solo and rescue me.I must have drifted off because the next thing I heard was the announcement to fasten our seatbelts and put seats and tray-tables in the upright position for landing. The plane was only half-full, so I was soon strolling through the nearly empty terminal and heading downstairs to collect my baggage and rental car. I grabbed a cup of coffee from the only open vendor and asked the information desk for directions to the hotel where I'd made reservations. There was nothing more I could do for Alex tonight.But once I'd reached my destination, the last thing on my mind was sleep. My accommodations were comfortable, but not even a hot shower seemed to help. I crawled beneath the covers and turned on the TV, hoping I'd just fall asleep from boredom and get some rest before the hour drive to my hometown in the morning.A ringing phone and the incessant chatter of a woman and man pulled me out of the strangest dream. I'd been fully dressed and standing by Nana's pond, but I was thirty-four years old, not six. Alex walked towards me, his hands in the front pockets of his jeans, and he flashed his toothy grin at me. I reached for his hand, and I swear I stepped forward, but the next thing I knew, I was falling backwards into the pond. I struggled to swim, the weight of my clothes pulling me underwater. Someone grabbed my hand, and then I woke up.An automated wake-up call answered my sleepy greeting, and I clumsily set the receiver back on the handset and rolled over, groaning. That's when I realized the morning news was playing on the TV. My body felt like it had been through a 5K run; or maybe it had struggled to stay above water. In either case, I dragged myself to the bathroom for another shower.I decided on a simple navy pantsuit and crimson camisole blouse. It was cool but dark enough for the funeral, yet I didn't feel completely dreary in it. Plus it emphasized my curves and long legs. Today, I felt like I wanted to be a girl in front of Alex. Not that it would matter.After securing another cup of coffee, I took a deep breath and pointed the rental car towards my hometown. I remembered where the only funeral home was, and I had plenty of time before the services started. Yet, I was suddenly nervous. I hadn't actually seen Alex in several years, despite our constant contact. I hated the fact that it took something like this to bring us together again. I promised myself that I would visit more often.The parking lot was overflowing when I finally pulled up to the funeral home. I ended up parking half a block away on a side street and walking back to the large Victorian-style house that had been converted into the place where we said goodbye to our loved ones. Trees adorned with vibrantly colored leaves decorated the front yard. It looked like something out of a Norman Rockwell painting, set right in the heart of my hometown.I joined the throng of people who had come to pay their respects, and managed to find a seat in the back of the largest room that was always used for services. The belief in the community was that our two churches were for worship and weddings. Funerals were held at Thompkins & Sons, no matter if you were Catholic or Baptist.I didn't recognize a single person near me, but I was sure that Nana had known most of the town and then some, and I'd been a teenager when I'd left for college. I settled myself in and made sure I had my tissues accessible.The service itself was lovely, and there were lots of tears from everyone. Alex even got up and made a speech at one point. While I knew I was there because of Nana, I couldn't help staring at her grown grandson. His stature had reached at least six feet. He towered over me by at least five inches.I don't remember a word he said, but I could describe him with my eyes closed. His short brown hair, his tailored black suit and tie, the dimple in his right cheek when he smiled. He had green eyes, and I could imagine them sparkling while he talked about his grandmother, the corner of his eyes crinkling with his laughter.People were standing up around me and talking, and I blinked, realizing that the service was over. I wiped at my eyes and stood, not sure what to do now. I slipped out of the row and away from the crowd. It was then that I noticed no one was by the open casket. I quietly made my way to the front of the room and stopped before Nana's permanent expression of peace.Tears tugged at the back of my throat, and I had to stop myself from reaching out to grasp her folded hands. The purple dress she was wearing went well with her silvery hair, and she looked as if she were asleep. I silently thanked her for all the good times we'd had together, for accepting me as one of her grandchildren, for making me feel wanted.I don't know how long I stood there, but I had the feeling that someone was watching me. I needed to move on. I kissed my fingertips and gently pressed them to her rubbery cheek. When I turned to leave, blazing green eyes met mine, and I gasped."Jaynie, you came."And then Alex's arms pulled me against his hard body.I wrapped him in my arms and held him tight, resting my cheek on his shoulder. I couldn't believe how good he felt. Something deep inside of me stirred, and I had to force it back down. He was my best friend. It would never be anything more than that."Of course I came. I left you a message. I took the red-eye last night.""I'm sorry, I haven't checked my phone. I hoped you'd come, but I wasn't counting on it. "I pulled away to look at his face. Our eyes met again, and I groaned inwardly. "I wouldn't have missed this for anything. She was like my own grandmother. Thank you for letting me know.""What about work?""They'll survive without me for a couple of days." I laughed and before I could wipe away my tears, his thumb brushed my cheek. I sucked back my breath and hid my surprise with a smile. "What can I do to help now that I'm here?"Alex stared at me for a moment, a lopsided grin on his face. He blinked, and then his toothy grin came out full force, dimple included. "There's a dinner at Nana's house after we go to the cemetery. Do you have a car?""I have a rental. I'm staying in Rosewood at the Holiday Inn.""Let me tell Mom and Dad I'll meet them. Do you mind driving?""No, lead the way." I smiled and even felt a little giddy when he grabbed my hand and pulled me through the crowd that was slowly filtering out the front doors. I barely had a chance to say hello to his parents before he was heading in the direction where I said I'd parked my car. And then we were pulling out to line up behind the black sedan his parents were riding in and the hearse idling before them.It suddenly occurred me to that everyone else was going to be following me. I must have looked nervous because Alex grasped my hand on the gearshift between us and squeezed it."I'm glad you're here."I swallowed heavily and turned to smile at him. He was watching me, something unreadable in those green eyes. I opened my mouth to ask him what he was thinking, but nothing came out. And then he let go of my hand and motioned that we should move.I was in a daze as I drove to the cemetery, sat through the rest of the ceremony, and climbed back into my car and drove us to Nana's house. It wasn't until we were sitting in her driveway that I felt the tears return. I hadn't been here in so many years I couldn't count them. I had been a horrible granddaughter, adopted or not."I know. I miss her, too." Alex squeezed my hand again and then got out.I swiped the back of my hand across my eyes and climbed out, automatically locking the car."No one's going to steal it," Alex laughed. It was a deep, comforting sound.I shrugged. "It's just a habit."He laughed again and wrapped an arm around my shoulders, guiding me up the drive. People were mingling on the wrap-around front porch, and the smell of fried chicken wafted out the screen on the front door.It felt and smelled like home.I had eaten my share of food and then some. At some point, Alex and I became separated amongst all the guests. I took the opportunity to sneak upstairs to use the larger bathroom. On my way back, I passed the room Nana used to sit in and work on projects. I remember her teaching me how to sew as I sat on a little cushioned stool.I smiled, knowing I could sew a button back onto a blouse or a pair of pants, but that was all now. The sound from downstairs grew fainter as I moved closer to the window on the far side of the room. The pond in the backyard glittered back under the noon sun. Weeping Willows outlined the oasis of my youth, and for a moment, I longed for those days.I longed to have Nana hug me one more time. The last time she had, I was leaving for college. She told me to be a good girl and make my parents proud. I couldn't remember the last time I'd hugged my parents. Or seen them face-to-face. We talked about once a month, but they were always traveling now that they were retired. I bit back a laugh at the irony.I wandered back downstairs, smiling and nodding at people who recognized me, although I couldn't say who they were. That was the problem with small towns, and with moving away. All of the elderly people remembered when you were born and whom your parents were, but you rarely remembered anything about them, much less their names.The crowd was smaller now, and I heard several women in the dining room and kitchen cleaning up the dishes. I hugged my arms to my chest and slowly walked down the long hallway to the back of the house. Framed photos hung on both sides of the wall, and I suddenly wished I'd had a grandmother growing up who'd had pictures of me on display. As much as Nana had tried to make me feel accepted in her home, I really wasn't a part of her family.I pushed pending tears away and stepped out the back door and down the steps to the yard. The sun was warm, and the pond beckoned me to it. I found myself standing on the small wooden dock Alex's dad had built. One of the boards was broken, and the weather had done a good job fading the stain, but otherwise it was still sturdy.A warm breeze blew up off the water, rustling through the switches on the Willow. I stretched out my arms to feel it, and took a big sigh. I hadn't felt so relaxed in a long time. While I didn't mind my job, I didn't love it. While I loved traveling, I didn't like having to do it for work.What I wouldn't give to be able to come home at the end of the day and sit out on a porch like the one at Nana's and watch the sun go down instead of watching it from the sixth-floor balcony of my high-rise in the city. To hear the sound of crickets in the evening instead of the rush of traffic.A board creaked behind me, and I spun around. Someone grabbed my hand as I stepped back, and I was suddenly back in my dream. I gasped and struggled to regain my balance. Instead of falling backwards into the water, I was jerked forward and into Alex's strong embrace."Whoa! You okay, Jaynie?"I caught my breath and swallowed, blinking away the remnants of my dream. "Yeah. Thanks. I must have slipped.""Everyone's gone home." He dropped his arms but didn't move away."I'm sorry, I didn't realize. I'll be on my way." I started to walk past him, but he grabbed my wrist."Stay." He released my hand and cleared his throat. "Please stay."I lifted my eyes to his and held his gaze. I wanted to reach out to touch him, to caress his cheek, to run my fingers through his hair. But I refrained and kept my hands at my sides. "Okay."His smile lit up his whole face, but there was a shadow in his eyes. He stared at me a moment longer and then said, "Let's go back to my place so we can talk."I blinked, realizing what he'd said, and then I brushed away any ulterior motives. Of course, we'd go back to his place. We couldn't stay at Nana's. He'd be most comfortable in his home. And I wanted to see it. I really did.We said goodbye to his parents inside, and then I followed his car across town to his small house. I parked behind him in a gravel driveway overgrown with weeds and stared at the weather-beaten boards of the house, the crooked front steps, the boards over one of the windows."It's just a rental," Alex laughed. He climbed out and ran his hand back through his hair as he headed back to my car. "I've actually been living with Nana, taking care of her. When she had to go to the hospital, I got this place. We weren't sure what to do with her house.""I'm sorry, I didn't—""It's okay, Jaynie. This place was a steal. Besides, Nana left me her house in her will, so once we clean the place out, I'll be moving back there.""What? That's wonderful! Congrats, Alex. I know you love it there." I couldn't stop myself from hugging him. Or feeling the slightest bit jealous. When our eyes met again, I stepped back and shut the driver's side door. I cleared my throat and my thoughts. "So, let's see what we've got.""Be careful of the first step." He held out his hand and helped me up to the front porch. He wrestled with the lock on the door and then it swung open into a clean living room. The carpet was definitely dated, and the walls needed a good coat of paint, but his modern leather and oak furniture minimized the noticeable eyesores. "Want something to drink?""Sure, whatever you're having." I glanced around, setting my purse on an end table. Typical masculine knickknacks decorated the few shelves on the walls: various sports paraphernalia, photos of Alex and his buddies, a couple of dusty mugs from a tavern in Florida.My eyes stopped on a photo of two young kids. A boy and a girl. The glass was cleaner than the rest of the photos, and the metal frame was brushed nickel rather than the standard black plastic frames on the others."That's us at Nana's pond." Alex handed me a glass of cola and picked up the frame. He took a sip of his own soda and put the frame back after a moment, snorting softly. "I shoved you into the water after she snapped the picture."I gulped. I had forgotten that part. That when Nana had lifted her camera, she'd told Alex to put his arm around me and smile. He hadn't wanted to hug me. Maybe I'd pretended all along that he liked hanging out with me.But he'd kept the picture. He'd kept it clean and prominently displayed.I took a sip of my drink and moved to sit on the sofa. The leather squeaked as I sank into the corner with a soft sigh. It was comfortable. So much so that I toed off my heels and curled my legs up underneath me. The heat of the afternoon sun streaming in the bare window behind me warmed the material, and I laid my head back for a moment and breathed deep."It's quiet here." I kept my eyes closed and smiled sadly. "I miss this."The sofa squeaked again, and the weight on the cushion next to me shifted."Me, too."For the longest time, neither of us talked. The only sound was the clinking of ice in our glasses and the occasional car driving by outside. I didn't want to move. I wished I could just curl

 The Funeral CourtshipAbandoned Childhood wishes, finally fulfilled.Based on a post by secret sexy writer. Listen to the Podcast at Connected.I had known Alex Newberry my entire life. He was the boy down the street during my childhood, the boy behind me throughout school, and the boy who I always wished would see me as more than just "one of the boys." Especially since I was a girl.But I'd never pressed for anything more. I didn't want to ruin our friendship. His family was my second family. Even his nana considered me as her granddaughter.We'd stayed in touch even after I left town to pursue a new career. Throughout the year, we would exchange Emails and sometimes the occasional text. Only at my birthday and on Christmas did I receive snail mail from him. They were always hilarious and always perfect.The day I received the small envelope in early Fall threw me for a loop. It was written in Alex's neat print and had a pre-printed return label with his address, so I knew it was from him. I just didn't know why. I was even more stunned when I slid my finger under the flap and pulled out the single sheet of paper folded in half.I had been standing by the sofa in the living room when I opened the envelope. My eyes scanned the brief note inside, and my knees gave out. I collapsed to the sofa, tears rimming my eyes.Alex's grandmother, Nana Newberry, had passed away.Visions played in my head like an old home movie. Mostly, they were of the summers swimming in the pond behind her house and the day-trips she'd invite me to go on with Alex. Both of my own grandmothers had passed away when I was still too young to remember them much. My loss was almost as deep as Alex's was.Almost.Once I'd caught my breath, I reached for my cell phone and pulled up his number. I tried to swallow my tears as I heard the line ring. I wasn't surprised to receive his voicemail. He was probably busy making arrangements and handling family."Hey, Alex. It's Jaynie. I got your letter. I'm so sorry. I'm booking a flight out tonight, and I'll be there as soon as I can. If there's anything you need, let me know. See you soon."I was already halfway to my bedroom when I clicked off the phone and shoved it into my pocket. My brain was on autopilot as I dragged my suitcase from the closet and gathered the necessary toiletries from the bathroom cabinets and drawers. I was folding socks and panties when I realized I should call the airport.Less than an hour later, I was in the backseat of a cab and leaving a message on my boss's phone telling him I would be out of town for a couple of days due to a family emergency. I arranged for a rental car and for nightly accommodations nearest to my hometown. I knew there was no place in town to stay, the population being barely just under five hundred. If anything had changed over the years, that definitely wasn't one of them.It wasn't until I was seated on the plane, the city's lights fading into dots below me that I let myself think about Nana again. I missed her hugs the most. Her squishy arms always surrounded me with such love. I felt protected. Wanted. My parents were always busy working. Nana was so much more than just an adoptive grandparent.My mind wandered, and I remembered Alex's hugs. I smiled, laughing softly at the memory of him hugging me tight with a toothy grin while Nana took our picture. Then he pushed me into the pond; with my clothes on. We were only six. But I was old enough to know that I liked Alex more than I liked other boys.I was the only girl in the neighborhood, so I either had to adapt to being a tomboy or be left out. I chose the former, much to my mother's dismay. I allowed her to enroll me in dance classes when she insisted I act more like a girl, but I secretly enjoyed playing with the boys more. I didn't mind being the Indian the cowboys always captured and tied up. Or the robber they arrested with the plastic set of handcuffs. Or even Princess Leia, when they wanted to re-enact Star Wars, especially when Alex got to be Han Solo and rescue me.I must have drifted off because the next thing I heard was the announcement to fasten our seatbelts and put seats and tray-tables in the upright position for landing. The plane was only half-full, so I was soon strolling through the nearly empty terminal and heading downstairs to collect my baggage and rental car. I grabbed a cup of coffee from the only open vendor and asked the information desk for directions to the hotel where I'd made reservations. There was nothing more I could do for Alex tonight.But once I'd reached my destination, the last thing on my mind was sleep. My accommodations were comfortable, but not even a hot shower seemed to help. I crawled beneath the covers and turned on the TV, hoping I'd just fall asleep from boredom and get some rest before the hour drive to my hometown in the morning.A ringing phone and the incessant chatter of a woman and man pulled me out of the strangest dream. I'd been fully dressed and standing by Nana's pond, but I was thirty-four years old, not six. Alex walked towards me, his hands in the front pockets of his jeans, and he flashed his toothy grin at me. I reached for his hand, and I swear I stepped forward, but the next thing I knew, I was falling backwards into the pond. I struggled to swim, the weight of my clothes pulling me underwater. Someone grabbed my hand, and then I woke up.An automated wake-up call answered my sleepy greeting, and I clumsily set the receiver back on the handset and rolled over, groaning. That's when I realized the morning news was playing on the TV. My body felt like it had been through a 5K run; or maybe it had struggled to stay above water. In either case, I dragged myself to the bathroom for another shower.I decided on a simple navy pantsuit and crimson camisole blouse. It was cool but dark enough for the funeral, yet I didn't feel completely dreary in it. Plus it emphasized my curves and long legs. Today, I felt like I wanted to be a girl in front of Alex. Not that it would matter.After securing another cup of coffee, I took a deep breath and pointed the rental car towards my hometown. I remembered where the only funeral home was, and I had plenty of time before the services started. Yet, I was suddenly nervous. I hadn't actually seen Alex in several years, despite our constant contact. I hated the fact that it took something like this to bring us together again. I promised myself that I would visit more often.The parking lot was overflowing when I finally pulled up to the funeral home. I ended up parking half a block away on a side street and walking back to the large Victorian-style house that had been converted into the place where we said goodbye to our loved ones. Trees adorned with vibrantly colored leaves decorated the front yard. It looked like something out of a Norman Rockwell painting, set right in the heart of my hometown.I joined the throng of people who had come to pay their respects, and managed to find a seat in the back of the largest room that was always used for services. The belief in the community was that our two churches were for worship and weddings. Funerals were held at Thompkins & Sons, no matter if you were Catholic or Baptist.I didn't recognize a single person near me, but I was sure that Nana had known most of the town and then some, and I'd been a teenager when I'd left for college. I settled myself in and made sure I had my tissues accessible.The service itself was lovely, and there were lots of tears from everyone. Alex even got up and made a speech at one point. While I knew I was there because of Nana, I couldn't help staring at her grown grandson. His stature had reached at least six feet. He towered over me by at least five inches.I don't remember a word he said, but I could describe him with my eyes closed. His short brown hair, his tailored black suit and tie, the dimple in his right cheek when he smiled. He had green eyes, and I could imagine them sparkling while he talked about his grandmother, the corner of his eyes crinkling with his laughter.People were standing up around me and talking, and I blinked, realizing that the service was over. I wiped at my eyes and stood, not sure what to do now. I slipped out of the row and away from the crowd. It was then that I noticed no one was by the open casket. I quietly made my way to the front of the room and stopped before Nana's permanent expression of peace.Tears tugged at the back of my throat, and I had to stop myself from reaching out to grasp her folded hands. The purple dress she was wearing went well with her silvery hair, and she looked as if she were asleep. I silently thanked her for all the good times we'd had together, for accepting me as one of her grandchildren, for making me feel wanted.I don't know how long I stood there, but I had the feeling that someone was watching me. I needed to move on. I kissed my fingertips and gently pressed them to her rubbery cheek. When I turned to leave, blazing green eyes met mine, and I gasped."Jaynie, you came."And then Alex's arms pulled me against his hard body.I wrapped him in my arms and held him tight, resting my cheek on his shoulder. I couldn't believe how good he felt. Something deep inside of me stirred, and I had to force it back down. He was my best friend. It would never be anything more than that."Of course I came. I left you a message. I took the red-eye last night.""I'm sorry, I haven't checked my phone. I hoped you'd come, but I wasn't counting on it. "I pulled away to look at his face. Our eyes met again, and I groaned inwardly. "I wouldn't have missed this for anything. She was like my own grandmother. Thank you for letting me know.""What about work?""They'll survive without me for a couple of days." I laughed and before I could wipe away my tears, his thumb brushed my cheek. I sucked back my breath and hid my surprise with a smile. "What can I do to help now that I'm here?"Alex stared at me for a moment, a lopsided grin on his face. He blinked, and then his toothy grin came out full force, dimple included. "There's a dinner at Nana's house after we go to the cemetery. Do you have a car?""I have a rental. I'm staying in Rosewood at the Holiday Inn.""Let me tell Mom and Dad I'll meet them. Do you mind driving?""No, lead the way." I smiled and even felt a little giddy when he grabbed my hand and pulled me through the crowd that was slowly filtering out the front doors. I barely had a chance to say hello to his parents before he was heading in the direction where I said I'd parked my car. And then we were pulling out to line up behind the black sedan his parents were riding in and the hearse idling before them.It suddenly occurred me to that everyone else was going to be following me. I must have looked nervous because Alex grasped my hand on the gearshift between us and squeezed it."I'm glad you're here."I swallowed heavily and turned to smile at him. He was watching me, something unreadable in those green eyes. I opened my mouth to ask him what he was thinking, but nothing came out. And then he let go of my hand and motioned that we should move.I was in a daze as I drove to the cemetery, sat through the rest of the ceremony, and climbed back into my car and drove us to Nana's house. It wasn't until we were sitting in her driveway that I felt the tears return. I hadn't been here in so many years I couldn't count them. I had been a horrible granddaughter, adopted or not."I know. I miss her, too." Alex squeezed my hand again and then got out.I swiped the back of my hand across my eyes and climbed out, automatically locking the car."No one's going to steal it," Alex laughed. It was a deep, comforting sound.I shrugged. "It's just a habit."He laughed again and wrapped an arm around my shoulders, guiding me up the drive. People were mingling on the wrap-around front porch, and the smell of fried chicken wafted out the screen on the front door.It felt and smelled like home.I had eaten my share of food and then some. At some point, Alex and I became separated amongst all the guests. I took the opportunity to sneak upstairs to use the larger bathroom. On my way back, I passed the room Nana used to sit in and work on projects. I remember her teaching me how to sew as I sat on a little cushioned stool.I smiled, knowing I could sew a button back onto a blouse or a pair of pants, but that was all now. The sound from downstairs grew fainter as I moved closer to the window on the far side of the room. The pond in the backyard glittered back under the noon sun. Weeping Willows outlined the oasis of my youth, and for a moment, I longed for those days.I longed to have Nana hug me one more time. The last time she had, I was leaving for college. She told me to be a good girl and make my parents proud. I couldn't remember the last time I'd hugged my parents. Or seen them face-to-face. We talked about once a month, but they were always traveling now that they were retired. I bit back a laugh at the irony.I wandered back downstairs, smiling and nodding at people who recognized me, although I couldn't say who they were. That was the problem with small towns, and with moving away. All of the elderly people remembered when you were born and whom your parents were, but you rarely remembered anything about them, much less their names.The crowd was smaller now, and I heard several women in the dining room and kitchen cleaning up the dishes. I hugged my arms to my chest and slowly walked down the long hallway to the back of the house. Framed photos hung on both sides of the wall, and I suddenly wished I'd had a grandmother growing up who'd had pictures of me on display. As much as Nana had tried to make me feel accepted in her home, I really wasn't a part of her family.I pushed pending tears away and stepped out the back door and down the steps to the yard. The sun was warm, and the pond beckoned me to it. I found myself standing on the small wooden dock Alex's dad had built. One of the boards was broken, and the weather had done a good job fading the stain, but otherwise it was still sturdy.A warm breeze blew up off the water, rustling through the switches on the Willow. I stretched out my arms to feel it, and took a big sigh. I hadn't felt so relaxed in a long time. While I didn't mind my job, I didn't love it. While I loved traveling, I didn't like having to do it for work.What I wouldn't give to be able to come home at the end of the day and sit out on a porch like the one at Nana's and watch the sun go down instead of watching it from the sixth-floor balcony of my high-rise in the city. To hear the sound of crickets in the evening instead of the rush of traffic.A board creaked behind me, and I spun around. Someone grabbed my hand as I stepped back, and I was suddenly back in my dream. I gasped and struggled to regain my balance. Instead of falling backwards into the water, I was jerked forward and into Alex's strong embrace."Whoa! You okay, Jaynie?"I caught my breath and swallowed, blinking away the remnants of my dream. "Yeah. Thanks. I must have slipped.""Everyone's gone home." He dropped his arms but didn't move away."I'm sorry, I didn't realize. I'll be on my way." I started to walk past him, but he grabbed my wrist."Stay." He released my hand and cleared his throat. "Please stay."I lifted my eyes to his and held his gaze. I wanted to reach out to touch him, to caress his cheek, to run my fingers through his hair. But I refrained and kept my hands at my sides. "Okay."His smile lit up his whole face, but there was a shadow in his eyes. He stared at me a moment longer and then said, "Let's go back to my place so we can talk."I blinked, realizing what he'd said, and then I brushed away any ulterior motives. Of course, we'd go back to his place. We couldn't stay at Nana's. He'd be most comfortable in his home. And I wanted to see it. I really did.We said goodbye to his parents inside, and then I followed his car across town to his small house. I parked behind him in a gravel driveway overgrown with weeds and stared at the weather-beaten boards of the house, the crooked front steps, the boards over one of the windows."It's just a rental," Alex laughed. He climbed out and ran his hand back through his hair as he headed back to my car. "I've actually been living with Nana, taking care of her. When she had to go to the hospital, I got this place. We weren't sure what to do with her house.""I'm sorry, I didn't—""It's okay, Jaynie. This place was a steal. Besides, Nana left me her house in her will, so once we clean the place out, I'll be moving back there.""What? That's wonderful! Congrats, Alex. I know you love it there." I couldn't stop myself from hugging him. Or feeling the slightest bit jealous. When our eyes met again, I stepped back and shut the driver's side door. I cleared my throat and my thoughts. "So, let's see what we've got.""Be careful of the first step." He held out his hand and helped me up to the front porch. He wrestled with the lock on the door and then it swung open into a clean living room. The carpet was definitely dated, and the walls needed a good coat of paint, but his modern leather and oak furniture minimized the noticeable eyesores. "Want something to drink?""Sure, whatever you're having." I glanced around, setting my purse on an end table. Typical masculine knickknacks decorated the few shelves on the walls: various sports paraphernalia, photos of Alex and his buddies, a couple of dusty mugs from a tavern in Florida.My eyes stopped on a photo of two young kids. A boy and a girl. The glass was cleaner than the rest of the photos, and the metal frame was brushed nickel rather than the standard black plastic frames on the others."That's us at Nana's pond." Alex handed me a glass of cola and picked up the frame. He took a sip of his own soda and put the frame back after a moment, snorting softly. "I shoved you into the water after she snapped the picture."I gulped. I had forgotten that part. That when Nana had lifted her camera, she'd told Alex to put his arm around me and smile. He hadn't wanted to hug me. Maybe I'd pretended all along that he liked hanging out with me.But he'd kept the picture. He'd kept it clean and prominently displayed.I took a sip of my drink and moved to sit on the sofa. The leather squeaked as I sank into the corner with a soft sigh. It was comfortable. So much so that I toed off my heels and curled my legs up underneath me. The heat of the afternoon sun streaming in the bare window behind me warmed the material, and I laid my head back for a moment and breathed deep."It's quiet here." I kept my eyes closed and smiled sadly. "I miss this."The sofa squeaked again, and the weight on the cushion next to me shifted."Me, too."For the longest time, neither of us talked. The only sound was the clinking of ice in our glasses and the occasional car driving by outside. I didn't want to move. I wished I could just curl

Sunday 25th May 2025 @ 4pm Part 1 ‘See A Wish’ written & narrated by Julie Stevens ‘Weeping Willow’ written & narrated by Helen O’Mahony ‘The Municipal Garden’ written by Alice Goulding narrated by SRS ‘The Love Seat’ written by Isabel Cooke narrated by Collette Parker Part 2 Fi’s Diary #136 written & narrated by Fiona Ritchie ‘Matilde’        ditto ‘A Ride in a Police Car’ written by Eileen De Costa & narrated by SRS Part 3 – Ambleforth Manor Ep 5 – ‘Dobbie Gets into Trouble’ written by Jean Fairbairn   As always thank you and have a good week everyone. x

P1 Kulturs Lisa Wall har träffat Weeping Willows Magnus Carlson som inför 30 års-jubileet släpper nya albumet Goodwill. Lyssna på alla avsnitt i Sveriges Radio Play. Med utsikt över sina hästhagar och med Storsjön i bakgrunden berättar Magnus Carlson om glädjen att få jobba med producenten Johan Lindström på nya albumet.Han minns tillbaka till bandets kris - som fördjupade vänskapen - och musiken:”Jag tycker jag kan se objektivt nu på Weeping Willows nu efter alla år”.

Vikarie Micke Cederberg redovisar veckans resultat av Svensktoppen. Lyckas KAJ ta tillbaka tronen från Klara Hammarström? Lyssna på alla avsnitt i Sveriges Radio Play. Är det fortfarande Melodifestivalen som dominerar Svensktoppen eller har någon eller några av hitsen därifrån börjat dala?KAJ intervjuas av Carolina Norén direkt efter att Eurovisionfinalen avslutats när det stod klart att de inte vann årets upplaga.Bland veckans bubblare hörs Darin, Weeping Willows och Linnea Henriksson.Du kan se den aktuella listan som blir officiell varje söndag om du klickar här.Micke Cederberg, vik programledaremichael.cederberg@sverigesradio.se

The Trial Of Vera Stretz She was his dedicated love slave and "office wife," until he pushed her too far.Ad-Free Safe House EditionEpisode 133 is the story of a scholarly young artist whose married fiance tries to take things too far. This story is performed by our late friend Emily Simer Braun, reading the reporting from Alice Cogan, ace reporter for the Brooklyn Daily Eagle.More Femmes FataleBecome a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/true-crime-historian--2909311/support.

Today's Mystery: A friend of Mike's is murdered after deciding to expose his boss, who was running a drug racket.Original Radio Broadcast Date: April 27, 1952Originating from New YorkStarring: Les Damon as The Falcon; Chuck Webster as Sergeant Corbett; Mandel Kramer; Ralph BellSupport the show monthly at patreon.greatdetectives.netPatreon Supporter of the Day: Gus, Patreon supporter since August 2024.Support the show on a one-time basis at http://support.greatdetectives.netMail a donation to: Adam Graham, PO Box 15913, Boise, Idaho 83715Take the listener survey at http://survey.greatdetectives.netGive us a call at 208-991-4783Follow us on Instagram at http://instagram.com/greatdetectivesFollow us on Twitter @radiodetectivesJoin us again tomorrow for another detective drama from the Golden Age of Radio.

Varför hade Timbuktu 0 kr på sitt konto när det borde ha varit minst 5 miljoner, och vart tog The Cardigans förmögenhet egentligen vägen? Fler och fler band visade sig vara inblandade: The Ark, Weeping Willows, Europe och framför allt - The Hives. Det gemensamma nämnaren var inspelningsstudion Tambourine Studios. Vilka var egentligen alla turer kring detta?Wikipedia säger sitt om Tambourine-härvan. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Welcome to World Wide Wrestling: Second Edition! This award-winning game of professional wrestling action enables you to create your own professional wrestling franchise through play, showcasing satisfying and surprising storylines. It's about feuds, championships, betrayal, and righteous victory. It's about the clash of good and evil on the grandest stage. It's about whether you've got what it takes. And, in the end, it's about what the audience thinks of your efforts.  In our first episode Willow learns that she might need some help to take down the monster Meathook. And everybody hates Randy!

Every so often, music pulls you out of your perceived comfort zone and makes you love something you never thought to even try. MP and Ben talk about the things that we don't know we like until we like them, and try to understand why. It's the penultimate episode of 2024, and the playlist will jingle your bells and lang syne your aud. EPISODE PLAYLIST:Pageant Mum, "Home Again"wilt, "bite my tongue"Grundeis, "Ignoring People"Satin Cali, "Archie"the thing is..., "Weeping WIllows"hey, nothing, "Sick Dogs"Flip Top Head, "Parish Cafe Meetings"Lazy Haze, "Not The Same"SISTER MADDS, "Purgatory"Beverly Kills, "Marigold"Wiri Donna, "In My Chambers"Ain't, "Oar"BONUS TRACK, Kali Masi, "Thurible"

One little weeping willow annoys his friends so much with his complaining that eventually they all move away to the other side of the land. So who will help him when he's faced with a serious problem? Listen to genius North American storyteller Sheila Arnold to find out. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

8:05  Plant of the week: Staghorn Sumac  8:20  Are we done watering lawns now? Does it make a difference to use different compost if I have heavy clay? What are some shrubs I can grow in my area? What bulbs are both moisture and vole tolerant? What should I do to the soil after solarizing my garden to prepare it for planting in the spring?  8:35  How many weeks before Christmas should I repot my amaryllis? Where can I buy floating row cover to cover my pansies? How late in the fall can I put out grass seeds? Should strawberry plants be cut to the ground for winter? Is it too late to fertilize the lawn? When should I cut down my Karl Foerster grass? What do I need to do to protect the exposed and damaged trunk of my Norwegian Sunset maple?  8:50  How do I prepare the soil now to put down sod in the spring? Is it time to get a new maple if the leaves of my Japanese maple are turning green by the time summer heats up? Should I prune peonies now or wait until spring? Is it too late in the season to plant fruit trees? What are the best apple and freestone peach varieties for Utah County? Is it time to cut down my rose of Sharon bushes? If my honey locust tree was hit by a grass trimmer a couple times this summer, should I let the tree grow or consider replacing it? Is it too late in the year to plant a locust tree and some pampas grass? How do Weeping Willows do in the valley? When should I put my poinsettias in the dark? 

Sunday 13th October 2024 @ 4pm Part 1 ‘Forest’ written by Isabel Cooke & narrated by Becca Cooke ‘Newhaven Cottage Gardens’ written and narrated by Jean Fairbairn ‘The Gathering’ written and narrated by Helen O’Mahoney ‘Ice Magic’ written by Felicity Radcliffe & narrated by Kevin Dalley ‘The Proposal’ written and narrated by Jean Fairbairn ‘Weeping Willow’ written and narrated by Helen O’Mahoney ‘Wilting Flower’ written & narrated by Julie Stevens Part 2 Fi’s Diary #107 written & narrated by Fiona Ritchie ‘Cuthbert the Lonely Badger’ written by Neil Weeding & narrated by SRS ‘Best Friends’ written by Isabel Cooke & narrated SRS    Part 3  ‘A Dead Man’s Tale’ written by Graham Emmett & narrated by Roger Emms Story at Midnight @11.50pm ‘The Monks of Ely’ written by Graham Emmett & narrated by Roger Emms

One of our fav. paranormal teams is back and they have some updates. Kassy and Rain of Weeping Willow paranormal get us primed up for the official start of spooky season. They pick up right where they left off when they met in person back in June at the Ridgeway Cinema. What findings were uncovered during that investigation?Also some chats on paranormal investigation etiquette, the fall of The Conjuring house...why Kassy still hasn't seen The Conjuring. A little bit too about harsh skeptics, spirit encounters during reiki, a bizarre ghost tour and under-the-radar horror flicks to check out this October. Plus some you may want to avoid altogether. This is a light-hearted chat during some chaotic times that will hopefully bring some joy to others right now!Support Weeping Willow Paranormal here:https://www.youtube.com/@WeepingWillowParanormalConnect with Unexplained Inc. here:https://www.unexplainedinc.comBook your spot for the CCC here:https://www.cosmicconsciousness.com.auCosmic Consciousness Conference: December 2024, Uluru, AUS...book here and save $50:https://events.humanitix.com/uluru-cosmic-cosmic-consciousness-conference-reunion-solstice-2024?c=pwand your promo code to give your listeners a $50 discount is:PHIL

 | Artist  | Title  | Album Name  | Album Copyright  | Rory Block  | Like A Rolling Stone  | Positively 4th Street  |   | Martin Mc Neill  | Pickin The Blues  | Lately I've Let Things Slide  | Son House  | A Down The Staff  | Son House-Real Delta Blues  | Playboy Fuller  | Gonna Play My Guitar - A Letter To Muddy Waters  | 20 Classic Blues Songs from the 1920's  | Pistol Pete Wearn  | Weeping Willow  | Blues, Ballads & Barnstormers  | Paul Cowley  | Stagerlee  | Stroll Out West  |   | Michael Messer  | Love  | Second Mind 2002  |   | Ry Cooder, Jim Dickenson (B) & Jim Keltner (D)  | Coming In On A Wing And A Prayer  | Broadcast From the Plant [Live on KSAN (The Record Plant) CA]  | Bessie Jones & with the Georgia Sea Island Singers  | Prayer  | Get In Union  | Alan Lomax Archives/Association For Cultural Equity  | R. L. Burnside  | Hobo Blues  | First Recordings  |   | Snooks Eaglin  | You And Me  | Soul's Edge  |   | Arthur Montana Taylor  | Lowdown Bugle (Tk 1) (rec Chicago 18/4/46)  | Montana Taylor  |   | Big Bill Broonzy  | Big Bill Broonzy Sings The Blues

Sunday 14th July @ 4pm Part 1 ‘Stephanie’ written by Isabel Cooke & narrated by Roger Emms ‘Trees’ written by Isabel Cooke & narrted by SRS ‘Weary’ written by Isabel Cooke & narrated by Roger Emms ‘Burmese Haze – If The Shoe Fits’ written & narrated by Collette Parker ‘Newhaven Cottage Gardens’ written & narrated by Jean Fairbairn ‘Weeping Willow’ written & narrated by Helen O’Mahoney Part 2 Fi’s Diary #94 written & narrated by Fiona Ritchie ‘Salt in the Wound’ written by Isabel Cooke & narrated by Collette Parker Part 3  ‘Dance Away – Ep 6’ written & narrated by Felicity Radcliffe   Story at Midnight @11.50pm ‘Dillons Day Out’ written narrated by Felicity Radcliffe

In concert at New River Ranch, 1958

In concert at New River Ranch, 1958

Kassy, Raun and Reese from Weeping Willow Paranormal come by for a fun chat. About 42 minutes in we had some good ol' technical glitches but most of it was cleaned up. Must have been those pre-full moon vibes or something...in this episode we talk about:- The origins of the team and their name- The Screaming Tunnel in Welland, ON....haunt or hoax?- Hidden haunted gems in Ontario- Canada's 'most haunted town' Niagara-On-The-Lake- Can spirits be pervs??- Bobby Mackey's Music World- The Conjuring HousePlus much more...Follow them on Instagram:instagram.com/weepingwillowparanormalCheck Them Out On Youtube:https://www.youtube.com/@WeepingWillowParanormalCheck Out Their Merch:redbubble.com/people/WeepingWillowPConnect with Unexplained Inc.www.unexplainedinc.com

Alex and Fusa talk about The Learning Tree, Mercedes vs Willow, Toni Storm x Mina Shirakawa x Mariah May x Serena Deeb, and discuss the start of Swerve's reign as champion, and more! Read our features on our website WrestleInn.com.⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Follow us on Twitter @WrestleInn.⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Support us on Patreon at patreon.com/WrestleInn.

Sunday 5th April @ 4pm Part 1 ‘Weeping Willow’ written & narrated by Helen O’Mahoney ‘Strangers at the Station’     ditto ‘The Love Seat’ written by Isabel Cooke & narrated by Collette Parker ‘The Municipal Garden’ written by Alice Goulding & narrated by SRS ‘See a Wish’ written & narrated by Julie Stevens Part 2 Fi’s Diary #84 written & narrated by Fiona Ritchie ‘A Ride in a Police Car’ written by Elaine de Costs & narrated by SRS Part 3 ‘Deadly’ written by Isabel Cooke & narrated by SRS Story at Midnight @11.50pm ‘The Big House’ written by Alice Goulding & narrated by Julie Stark

On this very special episode of Three Ravens, Eleanor and Martin read seven runner-up entries from our recent Folky Flash Fiction writing competition.Picked from dozens of pieces sent in from all over the world, the Runners-Up are, in no particular order, Erik with "The Gloucester Ghoul", Libby with "5 College Street, York," Mervyn with "The Lord of the Forest," Viv with "Silent Sith," Michelle with "Winter's Ghost," Estella with "The Weeping Willow" and Ian with "The Knock."Thank you so much to everyone who entered, we really hope you enjoy our readings of the stories, and well done to all seven of the runners-up!And next week, the winners...The Three Ravens is an English Myth and Folklore podcast hosted by award-winning writers Martin Vaux and Eleanor Conlon.Released on Mondays, each weekly episode focuses on one of England's 39 historic counties, exploring the history, folklore and traditions of the area, from ghosts and mermaids to mythical monsters, half-forgotten heroes, bloody legends, and much, much more. Then, and most importantly, the pair take turns to tell a new version of an ancient story from that county - all before discussing what that tale might mean, where it might have come from, and the truths it reveals about England's hidden past...With Bonus Episodes released on Thursdays (Magic and Medicines about folk remedies and arcane spells, Three Ravens Bestiary about cryptids and mythical creatures, Dying Arts about endangered heritage crafts, and Something Wicked about folkloric true crime from across history) plus a range of exclusive content on Patreon, audio ghost tours, the Three Ravens Newsletter, and monthly Three Ravens Film Club episodes about folk horror films from across the decades, why not join us around the campfire and listen in?Learn more at www.threeravenspodcast.com, join our Patreon at www.patreon.com/threeravenspodcast, and find links to our social media channels here: https://linktr.ee/threeravenspodcast Get bonus content on Patreon Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

*Yawn*. The weeping willow (Salix babylonica) is one of the most recognized trees in the world, but boy is it lazy! Learn about the questionable roots (ha) of this tree and what makes it such a beautiful mess. Then we answer a question from 12-year-old Gus!Completely Arbortrary is produced and hosted by Casey Clapp and Alex CrowsonSupport the pod and become a Treemium MemberFollow along on InstagramFind Arbortrary merch on our storeFind additional reading on our websiteCover art by Jillian BartholdMusic by Aves and The Mini-VandalsSee Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

In this episode, we discuss grieving, weird animals, fairytales, and Rosethorn's birthname. Plus, Goodwin makes a new friend.As always, thank you Yellowis4happy for our podcast artwork. Find more at yellowis4happydraws on Tumblr or shannonannedraws on Instagram. Also thank you to Thomas Dick for our music. Find more on his Soundcloud page. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Dot Allison, Andy Bell, Bishi and Charlotte Kemp Muhl discuss AI in music, the importance of music in education and finding your own creative voice.Dot Allison is a singer-songwriter and composer whose work has included film and TV scores such as Black Death, Triangle, The Devil's Double and Henry: Mind of a Tyrant. She began her career in Edinburgh in the early 90s with the band Dove/One Dove, before releasing her debut solo album Afterglow a decade later. She has since worked with artists including Massive Attack, Kevin Shields, Hal David, Paul Weller, Pete Doherty and Darren Emerson. In 2023 she released Consciousology, an album that provides an imagined voice of a conscious universe expressed through music. Andy Bell is a musician, producer and DJ hailing from Cardiff. He started his career in Oxford in 1988 as one of two vocalists and guitarists of the band Ride, helping pioneer the genre of shoegaze. He went to play in Oasis and Hurricane #1. His production work includes projects with The Kynd and the Swedish band Weeping Willows. In 2023, he joined the supergroup Mantra of the Cosmos along with Shaun Ryder, Zak Starkey and Bez. He also worked with Dot Allison on her album Consciousology last year. Bishi is a singer-songwriter, multi-instrumentalist, multimedia performer, producer, composer and DJ. Born in London with Bengali heritage, she has been trained in both Hindustani and Western classical styles and studied the sitar under Gaurav Mazumdar, a senior disciple of Ravi Shankar. She has released three albums independently on her own label Gryphon Records. Her third album, Let My Country Awake, released in 2021, is a musical setting of a work by Bengali poet and social reformer Rabindranath Tagore. She is the artistic director and co-founder of WITCiH (‘The Women in Technology Creative Industries Hub'), a platform increasing the visibility of women at the intersection of music, creative technology and STEM. Charlotte Kemp Muhl is a singer-songwriter, writer, model, actress, director, Chimera label co-founder and multi-instrumentalist. She formed the band The Ghost of a Sabre Tooth Tiger in 2008 with her partner Sean Ono Lennon, best known for their 2014 album Midnight Sun. In 2009 she co-founded the label Chimera with Lennon and Yuka Honda. She later formed the group UNI and The Urchins in 2017 alongside Jack James Busa and David Strange, releasing last year the project Simulations.

We love our soaps! Every GH A.F. show features a healthy panel discussion full of comedy about:Top story lines   Pet peeves and how we'd fix them  GH trivia past and present to test your fandom!In this 26 minute episode, the panel of T, J, Malin and G discuss the anger inside Drew Cain, Weeping Willow, the return of Jason and Lucky, and future love triangles!   Can you relate to our pet peeves?  The need for a mob war, Lack of chemistry between Drew and Carly, Too many young children and not enough evil, Maura West need of a good story line, BJ dies and no decent montage!?!How about GH trivia? Who was Dr. Patrick Drake's crazy ex-girlfriend? How many actors have played Jason Morgan?Who wrote the book on Spinelli?What product did Tracy inherit to save the family business? What and who is a part of the Maxie Jones Death Curse?General Hospital Admittedly Fans! is a Swing/MG Original Program that airs twice a month; a manageable dose and welcome escape for GHers.  For information about more shows or to be considered for an upcoming episode, visit http://www.swingmg.com and use the "Contact" button to reach us.Support the show

My guest today, is an author from Turkiye, Firat Sunel. He is a career diplomat. He is currently the Turkish Ambassador to India.Firat is a demonstrably fascinating novelist. His latest novel, “The Lighthouse Family”, is a wonderful example of storytelling, of craft and of everything literary. I venture to say without qualification that it is one of the best novels I have read in recent years.Because this novel embraces a universally-resonant human sentiment, it makes it relatable across cultures, to anyone anywhere, even if the story it tells is set deep in rural Turkiye.We'll delve into the unique blend of ethnic authenticity and international appeal that characterizes contemporary Turkish literature, tracing its evolution from folk tales to modern intellectual prose. From the reforms of Kamal Atatürk to the global recognition spurred by Orhan Pamuk's Nobel Prize, Turkish literature has garnered increasing attention on the world stage.Firat Sunel is a product of the rich Turkish literary heritage. I had the opportunity of a conversation with him (together with the Lithuanian Ambassador Diana Mickevičienė) live at the Bangalore Literature Festival; and today I have the privilege of having him as my guest here—another conversation I am eager to have. To that end, joining me from his home in New Delhi is the Ambassador to India from Turkiye, Firat Sunel.Buy THE LIGHTHOUSE FAMILY: https://amzn.to/47NB3hhABOUT FIRAT SUNELTurkish diplomat, lawyer, scriptwriter, and author he studied law at Istanbul University and did his postgraduate at Bochum ruhr university in Germany. As a diplomat, he served in several countries and is now in New Delhi as Turkiye's ambassador to IndiaHis novels include Salkım Söğütlerin Gölgesinde [In the Shade of the Weeping Willows, 2011] which inspired a tV series called Büyük Sürgün Kafkasya [The Great Exile Caucasia], İzmirli [Izmirli, My Last Love, 2015] and Sarpıncık Feneri [The Lighthouse Family, 2020].WHAT'S THAT WORD?!Co-host Pranati "Pea" Madhav joins Ramjee Chandran in the fun etymology segment, "WHAT'S THAT WORD?!" where they discuss the word “DIPLOMAT”.CONTACT USReach us by mail: theliterarycity@explocity.com or simply, tlc@explocity..comOr here: https://www.facebook.com/groups/theliterarycityOr here: https://www.instagram.com/explocityblr/

Efter sex veckor på listan går Peg Parnevik upp till förstaplatsen på Svensktoppen med Bättre Nu. Tidigare ettan Ellen Krauss får därmed nöja sig med andraplats för Inatt (Inget Stoppar Oss Nu) men är ju låtskrivare bakom nya ettan Bättre Nu. Missa inte heller att vara med och rösta fram den bästa jullåten på Svensktoppen genom tiderna. Här är Svensktoppen med Carolina Norén. Lyssna på alla avsnitt i Sveriges Radio Play. Svensktoppen med Carolina Norén 17 december 2023Förra veckans jullåtar håller sig kvar på listan, men får nu sällskap även av Måns Zelmerlöws ”Christmas, Christmas Everywhere” som är ny på tiondeplatsen. Carola är tillbaka på listans niondeplats med ”Händer Upp”. Mapei får lämna med ”Minns Ikväll” liksom Darin med ”Satellit”. Bland veckans bubblare märks Sven-Ingvars med ”Herr Anderssons Jul”, Jesper Lindell med ”One Of These Rainy Days” och Felix Jaehn feat Sandro Cavazza med ”All For Love”.Så här gör du för att rösta fram den bästa jullåten på Svensktoppen genom tiderna.Var med och rösta fram den allra bästa jullåten någonsin på Svensktoppen. Här nedan ser du vilka låtar som legat på listan genom åren.Så här röstar du:MEJLA: Skicka ett mejl till svensktoppen@sverigesradio.se och skriv vilken jullåt du vill rösta på i ämnesraden.RING: Ring till vår telefonsvarare: 08-784 17 00SKRIV ETT BREV: Det går också bra att skriva ett vanligt brev och skicka din röst per post. Adressen är: Svensktoppen, Sveriges Radio P4, 105 10 Stockholm.Här är låtarna som du kan rösta på – OBS du kan bara rösta på en låt i denna omröstning.Röstningen pågår till 19/12 och vinnarlåten presenteras i Svensktoppen på julafton 24/12.1972 Låt mig få tända ett ljus – Siv Pettersson 1973 Min barndoms jular – Mia Marianne & Per Filip 1981 Hej mitt vinterland – Agnetha Fältskog & Linda 1986 Ett julkort ifrån dej – Anna Book 1986 Natten tänder ljus på himlen – Carina Jaarnek 1987 Natten tänder ljus på himlen – Jan Malmsjö 1987 Ikväll jag tänder ett ljus – Kikki Danielsson 1987 Tänd ett ljus – TRIAD 1988 Vår julskinka har rymt – Werner & Werner 1989 Julen är här – Tommy Körberg och Sissel Kyrkjebö 1990 Julen är kommen – Sofia Källgren 1991 Juligen – Just D 1992 Vart tog tomten vägen – Leif ”Loket” Olsson 1994 Hemmets Jul – Jenny Öhlund 1994 Vinternatt (då tänder vi ljusen) – Thorleifs 1995 Julklockor över vår jord – Ann-Cathrine Wiklander 1995 Julnatt (Marias sång) – Sten Nilsson & Joybells 2000 Advent – Christer Sjögren 2000 Stjärnan lyser klar – Sten Nilsson 2000 Nu är det advent – Kikki Danielsson & Janne Önnerud 2001 Jag kommer hem till jul – Peter Glyt med Sigge Hill 2001 Jul, jul strålande jul – Christer Sjögren 2003 Rock´n-roll X-mas – The Refreshments 2006 Falling in love (with Christmas time) – Moneybrother feat Jerry Williams 2007 Santas gonna rock – The Refreshments 2008 Vitare än snö – Lasse Stefanz 2009 Äntligen december – Lotta Engberg 2010 December – Måns Zelmerlöw2010 I´ll be your wish tonight – Sarah Dawn Finer 2011 Kära vinter – Måns Zelmerlöw 2012 Vinterhamn – Benny Andersson & Helen Sjöholm 2012 Counting Miracles – Malena Ernman & Jerry Williams 2012 Christmas Fool – Amanda Jenssen 2017 I´m coming home this Christmas – Brolle 2017 Let Christmas be the reason – Weeping Willows 2018 Århundradets Jul – Magnus Uggla 2019 Fira jul med mig – Linnea Henriksson 2019 Stockholm i december – Ulf Lundell 2020 Come whatever, come what may – My Marianne & Jonathan Johansson 2020 När snön faller ner – Arvingarna 2020 Vinterland – Laleh 2021 Välkommen jul – John Lundvik 2021 What´s Christmas anyway – Darin 2021 It´s Christmas – Björn Skifs 2022 Ängel I snö (kyrie) – Pernilla Andersson 2022 Klart det ska bli jul – Arvingarna 2022 Let´s sing (it´s Christmastime) – Måns Zelmerlöw & Carola

Det blir Lisa Nilsson och Viktor Norén med Det Är Dig Jag Väntat På samt Lena Philipsson med I December som får de två första jullåtarna på listan. Dessutom! Var med och rösta fram den bästa jullåten på Svensktoppen genom tiderna. Här är Svensktoppen med Carolina Norén. Lyssna på alla avsnitt i Sveriges Radio Play. Veckans lista 2023-12-10Ellen Krauss fortsätter i topp med ”Inatt (Inget Stoppar Oss Nu) och Peg Parnevik är fortsatt tvåa med ”Bättre Nu”. Miss Li överraskar genom att tvärvända uppåt igen och är nu trea med ”Ålderdomshemmet”, som även är den som låt nu legat längst på listan med sina 32 veckor. Molly Sandén får lämna med ”Psykos” liksom Joel Nunez & Cecilia Kallin med ””Wait For Me”.Så här gör du för att rösta fram den bästa jullåten på Svensktoppen genom tiderna.Var med och rösta fram den allra bästa jullåten någonsin på Svensktoppen. Här nedan ser du vilka låtar som legat på listan genom åren.Så här röstar du:MEJLA: Skicka ett mejl till svensktoppen@sverigesradio.se och skriv vilken jullåt du vill rösta på i ämnesraden.RING: Ring till vår telefonsvarare: 08-784 17 00SKRIV ETT BREV: Det går också bra att skriva ett vanligt brev och skicka din röst per post. Adressen är: Svensktoppen, Sveriges Radio P4, 105 10 Stockholm.Här är låtarna som du kan rösta på – OBS du kan bara rösta på en låt i denna omröstning.Röstningen pågår till 19/12 och vinnarlåten presenteras i Svensktoppen på julafton 24/12.1972 Låt mig få tända ett ljus – Siv Pettersson 1973 Min barndoms jular – Mia Marianne & Per Filip 1981 Hej mitt vinterland – Agnetha Fältskog & Linda 1986 Ett julkort ifrån dej – Anna Book 1986 Natten tänder ljus på himlen – Carina Jaarnek 1987 Natten tänder ljus på himlen – Jan Malmsjö 1987 Ikväll jag tänder ett ljus – Kikki Danielsson 1987 Tänd ett ljus – TRIAD 1988 Vår julskinka har rymt – Werner & Werner 1989 Julen är här – Tommy Körberg och Sissel Kyrkjebö 1990 Julen är kommen – Sofia Källgren 1991 Juligen – Just D 1992 Vart tog tomten vägen – Leif ”Loket” Olsson 1994 Hemmets Jul – Jenny Öhlund 1994 Vinternatt (då tänder vi ljusen) – Thorleifs 1995 Julklockor över vår jord – Ann-Cathrine Wiklander 1995 Julnatt (Marias sång) – Sten Nilsson & Joybells 2000 Advent – Christer Sjögren 2000 Stjärnan lyser klar – Sten Nilsson 2000 Nu är det advent – Kikki Danielsson & Janne Önnerud 2001 Jag kommer hem till jul – Peter Glyt med Sigge Hill 2001 Jul, jul strålande jul – Christer Sjögren 2003 Rock´n-roll X-mas – The Refreshments 2006 Falling in love (with Christmas time) – Moneybrother feat Jerry Williams 2007 Santas gonna rock – The Refreshments 2008 Vitare än snö – Lasse Stefanz 2009 Äntligen december – Lotta Engberg 2010 December – Måns Zelmerlöw2010 I´ll be your wish tonight – Sarah Dawn Finer 2011 Kära vinter – Måns Zelmerlöw 2012 Vinterhamn – Benny Andersson & Helen Sjöholm 2012 Counting Miracles – Malena Ernman & Jerry Williams 2012 Christmas Fool – Amanda Jenssen 2017 I´m coming home this Christmas – Brolle 2017 Let Christmas be the reason – Weeping Willows 2018 Århundradets Jul – Magnus Uggla 2019 Fira jul med mig – Linnea Henriksson 2019 Stockholm i december – Ulf Lundell 2020 Come whatever, come what may – My Marianne & Jonathan Johansson 2020 När snön faller ner – Arvingarna 2020 Vinterland – Laleh 2021 Välkommen jul – John Lundvik 2021 What´s Christmas anyway – Darin 2021 It´s Christmas – Björn Skifs 2022 Ängel I snö (kyrie) – Pernilla Andersson 2022 Klart det ska bli jul – Arvingarna 2022 Let´s sing (it´s Christmastime) – Måns Zelmerlöw & Carola

Molly Sandén blir högsta nykomling på Svensktoppen med nya Psykos som går rakt in på fjärdeplatsen. Dessutom! Så här gör du för att vara med och rösta fram den bästa jullåten på Svensktoppen genom tiderna. Här är Svensktoppen med Carolina Norén. Lyssna på alla avsnitt i Sveriges Radio Play. Ellen Krauss behåller förstaplatsen med ”Inatt (Inget Stoppar Oss Nu)”, Peg Parnevik avancerar starkt och är nu tvåa med ”Bättre Nu” och Mapei går upp till tredjeplatsen med ”Minns Ikväll”.Bland veckans bubblare börjar julmusiken märkas av. Till exempel är Lena Philipsson aktuell med nya ”I December” och Wilmer X med ”Jorden Runt I Jul”.Darin kommer tillbaka till listan med ”Satellit” men får även lämna med ”Starkare”. Även Laleh lämnar med Vargtimme, Hannes Aitman med ”Dying For A Name” liksom Veronica Maggio & NOTD med ”Occhi D´Amore”.Dessutom – så här gör du för att rösta fram den bästa jullåten på Svensktoppen genom tiderna.Var med och rösta fram den allra bästa jullåten någonsin på Svensktoppen. Här nedan ser du vilka låtar som legat på listan genom åren.Så här röstar du:MEJLA: Skicka ett mejl till svensktoppen@sverigesradio.se och skriv vilken jullåt du vill rösta på i ämnesraden.RING: Ring till vår telefonsvarare: 08-784 17 00SKRIV ETT BREV: Det går också bra att skriva ett vanligt brev och skicka din röst per post. Adressen är: Svensktoppen, Sveriges Radio P4, 105 10 Stockholm.Här är låtarna som du kan rösta på – OBS du kan bara rösta på en låt i denna omröstning.Röstningen pågår till 19/12 och vinnarlåten presenteras i Svensktoppen på julafton 24/12.1972 Låt mig få tända ett ljus – Siv Pettersson 1973 Min barndoms jular – Mia Marianne & Per Filip 1981 Hej mitt vinterland – Agnetha Fältskog & Linda 1986 Ett julkort ifrån dej – Anna Book 1986 Natten tänder ljus på himlen – Carina Jaarnek 1987 Natten tänder ljus på himlen – Jan Malmsjö 1987 Ikväll jag tänder ett ljus – Kikki Danielsson 1987 Tänd ett ljus – TRIAD 1988 Vår julskinka har rymt – Werner & Werner 1989 Julen är här – Tommy Körberg och Sissel Kyrkjebö 1990 Julen är kommen – Sofia Källgren 1991 Juligen – Just D 1992 Vart tog tomten vägen – Leif ”Loket” Olsson 1994 Hemmets Jul – Jenny Öhlund 1994 Vinternatt (då tänder vi ljusen) – Thorleifs 1995 Julklockor över vår jord – Ann-Cathrine Wiklander 1995 Julnatt (Marias sång) – Sten Nilsson & Joybells 2000 Advent – Christer Sjögren 2000 Stjärnan lyser klar – Sten Nilsson 2000 Nu är det advent – Kikki Danielsson & Janne Önnerud 2001 Jag kommer hem till jul – Peter Glyt med Sigge Hill 2001 Jul, jul strålande jul – Christer Sjögren 2003 Rock´n-roll X-mas – The Refreshments 2006 Falling in love (with Christmas time) – Moneybrother feat Jerry Williams 2007 Santas gonna rock – The Refreshments 2008 Vitare än snö – Lasse Stefanz 2009 Äntligen december – Lotta Engberg 2010 December – Måns Zelmerlöw2010 I´ll be your wish tonight – Sarah Dawn Finer 2011 Kära vinter – Måns Zelmerlöw 2012 Vinterhamn – Benny Andersson & Helen Sjöholm 2012 Counting Miracles – Malena Ernman & Jerry Williams 2012 Christmas Fool – Amanda Jenssen 2017 I´m coming home this Christmas – Brolle 2017 Let Christmas be the reason – Weeping Willows 2018 Århundradets Jul – Magnus Uggla 2019 Fira jul med mig – Linnea Henriksson 2019 Stockholm i december – Ulf Lundell 2020 Come whatever, come what may – My Marianne & Jonathan Johansson 2020 När snön faller ner – Arvingarna 2020 Vinterland – Laleh 2021 Välkommen jul – John Lundvik 2021 What´s Christmas anyway – Darin 2021 It´s Christmas – Björn Skifs 2022 Ängel I snö (kyrie) – Pernilla Andersson 2022 Klart det ska bli jul – Arvingarna 2022 Let´s sing (it´s Christmastime) – Måns Zelmerlöw & Carola

Magnus Carlson från Weeping Willows är aktuell med en solosplatta med soul och country på svenska: Brunnsvik Sounds. Möt honom, i en paus från pågående turné, från en studio i Sundsvall. Lyssna på alla avsnitt i Sveriges Radio Play. Programledare: Lisa Wall Producent: Esfar Ahmad

On the day of its launch, 'Sleepy Seedlings: bedtime with trees' gently unfurls its second episode, 'The Weeping Willow', where tranquility flows like the graceful branches of this evening's focal tree. As the day's last light fades, we nestle into the story of the willow, a tree that has stood as a symbol of heartfelt emotion and poetic grace throughout the ages.In this episode, we float on the soft whispers of history and legend, where the weeping willow weaves its tale not only in the natural world but also in the heart of human expression. Let the soothing rustle of leaves and the gentle lapping of water by the willow's side carry you to a place of calm introspection, preparing you for a night of peaceful, dream-filled sleep. Join us under the willow's sweeping canopy, a haven for dreamers and a cradle for your night's rest. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

We explore three paranormal cases, and discuss what may really be going on and how to protect yourself in similar situations. Hosted by shamanic practitioners with a long and involved history with the spirits. --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/swcinterviews/message

For Episode 135 we've put together a double-header expanding on the theme of the past two episodes. Both of these cases were mentioned in “The Good Friday Beekman Place Bathtub Murder” and "Tears of the Weeping Willow.” The Glickstein Tragedies: The Examination Room MurderFirst is the story of how an unfortunate relationship brought tragedy upon tragedy to a physician's family, and then we'll explore the case of a housewife caught unaware by a burglar carrying a deadly weapon.The Battered Bride Bathtub Murder: Major Green Collared by the Collar (1:19:23)How the case was cracked by trailing the suspect's clothing.

On this week's episode of Ask Grumpy, Steve Bender, Southern Living's Grumpy Gardener answers a reader's question about a sick weeping willow. Plus, his plant of the week. You can find us online at southernliving.com/askgrumpy Ask Grumpy Credits: Steve Bender aka The Grumpy Gardener - Host Nellah McGough - Co-Host Krissy Tiglias - GM, Southern Living Lottie Leymarie - Executive Producer Michael Onufrak - Audio Engineer/Producer Isaac Nunn - Recording Tech Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

After the ApocalypseA pandemic survival storySeason four, Episode three – “Purpose”…It was a warm day, but it was cool in the shade. He sat in a grotto behind the campus infirmary. A light breeze swayed the hanging branches of a large Weeping Willow tree. The dancing greenery filtered the sunlight into splashes of illumination on the patio and long grass.  It smelled like summer. Bill the dog lay on his back in the grass, in a patch of sun, with his legs splayed, head to one side, tongue lolling, snoring softly - no cares in the world. The old man watched the movement of the willow from his chair in the dappled shade. The flecks of sunlight caused him to squint when the kaleidoscope sun broke through the shifting of the draped branches....Website -> http://www.oldmanapocalypse.com Buy me Coffee -> https://www.buymeacoffee.com/cyktrussellSubscribe page on Acast -> https://plus.acast.com/s/after-the-apocalypsePodcast on Acast -> https://shows.acast.com/after-the-apocalypseFacebook group -> https://www.facebook.com/groups/oldmanapocalypsePatreon to support the show -> https://www.patreon.com/AftertheApocalypseKindle Vella Story -> https://www.amazon.com/kindle-vella/story/B09LTRC8RHMerch Store -> https://www.teepublic.com/stores/after-the-apocalypse Twitter -> cyktrussell@twitter.comEmail List -> https://acast.us14.list-manage.com/subscribe?u=a02fed2a783fcc887760255a9&id=e15419e7behttps://fundraisers.hakuapp.com/christopher-russell Become a member at https://plus.acast.com/s/after-the-apocalypse. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

75 views Streamed live on Apr 5, 2023 #Paranormal #GhostStories #LiveStreams April 5th 8pm(est) LIVESTREAM Welcome back to what goes bump in the night! In this livestream we are joined by Weeping Willow Paranormal! Join us as we discuss the world of paranormal. What evidence have they captured, what are the crazyest encounters and so much more! Check out Weeping Willow Paranormal channel here:    / @weepingwillowpar...   Twitter: @WeepingWillowP Linktr.ee: https://linktr.ee/WeepingWillowParano... #Paranormal #LiveStreams #WhatGoesBump #NightCrew #GhostStories #paranormalpodcast

The Adventures Of The Falcon: This hard boiled spy drama began as an RKO Radio Pictures theatrical serial in the 1940s, went on radio in 1943, and then came to TV around ten years later in a Syndicated series produced for distribution by NBC Films; the series was about an American agent whose code name was "Falcon".The success of the films led to a radio series that premiered on the American Blue Network in April 1943, and aired for the next ten years on various networks. It was here that his transition into a private eye was finalized, with The Falcon, now called Michael Waring working as a hardboiled insurance investigator, with an office and a secretary, Nancy.The Case Of The Weeping Willow: Fun with a gun leads to a big bang out of life! Originally aired April 27th,1952.Support the show

Som väntat har julgransplundringen fått effekt. Flera låtar har sökt sig tillbaka men Idolvinnaren Nike Sellmar är nykomling. Micke Cederberg redovisar listan och tar även en titt på en lista från 1991. Veckans bubblare utgörs av Olivia Lobato ihop med Björn Holmgren, Weeping Willows och Danny Saucedo. Du kan se den aktuella listan om du klickar här.Micke Cederberg, vik programledare michael.cederberg@sverigesradio.se

We're talking about this movie! So join Jon, Jenn, Danny, and Kristen as they talk over the movie of Prisoner of Azkaban. They talk over some theories about what will happen, impressions of the characters, and see how Hogwarts should have a Weeping Willow that can cry with you rather than a Whomping Willow.

Die Band The Verve unter der Leitung von Richard Ashcroft zählt zu einer der wichtigsten Bands des Britpop. Auf dem Album "Urban Hymns" ist auch ihr bekanntester Song "Bitter Sweet Symphony", der auch als Titelsong des Teenie Dramas "Eiskalte Engel" bekannt wurde. In seiner Funktion als Titelsong zu dem oben genannten Teenie-Drama wurde der Song und Albumopener "Bitter Sweet Symphony" ein Jahr nach der Veröffentlichung des Albums auch noch für zwei Grammys nominiert. Chris Martin von Coldplay ist großer The Verve Fan und bezeichnete den Song "Bitter Sweet Symphony" als einen der besten Songs, die jemals geschrieben worden sind. Dabei ist die Geschichte hinter dem Song wirklich kompliziert – nicht musikalisch, sondern rechtlich. Richard Ashcroft und The Verve sollen sich dafür bei den Rolling Stones "bedient" haben und mussten die Rechte an dem Song an Mick Jagger und Keith Richards abtreten. Erst im Jahr 2019 bekamen The Verve die Rechte am Song zurück. Damit geht auch einher, dass der Erfolg des Songs "Bitter Sweet Symphony" offiziell nicht the Verve zugeschrieben wird. Nichtsdestotrotz ist "Urban Hymns" – das eigentlich nach dem großen Hype des Britpop entstand – das erfolgreichste Album der Band. Unter den Fans der Platte gibt es neben oben erwähntem Chris Martin auch noch andere prominente Musiker: Bono von U2 wünschte sich zum Beispiel den Song "Lucky Man" selbst geschrieben zu haben. Dabei gab es bei der Albumproduktion diverse Schwierigkeiten. Gitarrist Nick McCabe hatte die Band verlassen und wurde bereits vor der Albumproduktion durch Simon Tong ersetzt. Während der Produktion zu "Urban Hymns" stellte die Band fest, dass es mit dem neuen Gitarristen irgendwie nicht wirklich klappen wollte. Darum kam Nick McCabe wieder zurück zur Band. Und gemeinsam als Band schaffen sie nicht nur ein großartiges Album mit Song-Schwergewichten wie "Lucky Man", "The Drugs Don't Work" und "Bitter Sweet Symphony", sie bringen damit auch die Ära des Britpop zu einem würdigen Ende. Wie sie das schaffen, hört ihr in dieser Folge des Meilensteine-Podcasts zu "Urban Hymns". Im Podcast zeigt sich SWR1-Redakteur Thomas Ibrahim nicht wirklich zufrieden mit der Entscheidung der Zusammenstellung und Reihenfolge der Titel auf dem Album. Hier haben wir euch das Album nochmal so zusammengestellt, wie Thomas es für sinnvoller halten würde: Bitter Sweet Symphony (05:58) Weeping Willow[1] (04:49) Catching the Butterfly (06:26) Rolling People (07:01) Space and Time (05:36) The Drugs Don't Work (05:05) Sonnet (04:21) One Day (05:03) Lucky Man (04:53) Die folgenden Songs würde Thomas Ibrahim komplett vom Album werfen, da sie für ihn persönlich nicht mehr als sogenannte "Filler" sind, also Songs die nicht mehr sind als Füllmaterial: Neon Wilderness (02:37) This Time (03:50) Velvet Morning (04:57) Come On (07:35) Deep Freeze (Hidden Track – 02:14)__________ Über diese Songs vom Album “Urban Hymns” wird im Podcast gesprochen 13:33 Mins – “Bitter Sweet Symphony” 33:41 Mins – “Sonnet” 41:19 Mins – “The Drug's Don't Work” 50:18 Mins – “The Rolling People” 55:51 Mins – “Lucky Man” 01:02:30 Mins – “Come On” 01:05:40 Mins – “Deep Freeze” __________ Über diese Songs wird außerdem im Podcast gesprochen 18:35 Mins – “The Last Time” von den Rolling Stones 19:34 Mins – “The Last Time” von The Andrew Oldham Orchestra 37:18 Mins – “True” von Spandau Ballett 45:11 Mins – “The Drugs Don't Work” von Ben Harper 51:25 Mins – “If 6 Was 9” von Jimi Hendrix __________ Links zum Podcast: Rolling-Stone-Artikel über Richard Ashcroft und The Verve: https://www.rollingstone.com/music/music-features/the-verve-richard-ashcrofts-bittersweet-triumph-241277/Interview mit Nick McCabe: https://web.archive.org/web/20110710211338/http://www.excellentonline.com/story/nick-mccabe-interview-733Album Review zu “Urban Hymns”: https://www.spiegel.de/kultur/musik/cd-kritik-the-verve-urban-hymns-a-22884.htmlMeilensteine Podcast zu “Aja” von Steely Dan: https://www.swr.de/swr1/rp/meilensteine/swr1-meilensteine-steely-dan-aja-45-jubilaeum-100.htmlMeilensteine Podcast zu “OK Computer” von Radiohead: https://www.swr.de/swr1/rp/meilensteine/swr1-meilensteine-radiohead-ok-computer-100.html__________ Ihr wollt mehr Podcasts wie diesen? Abonniert die SWR1 Meilensteine! Fragen, Kritik, Anregungen? Schreibt uns an: meilensteine@swr.de

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Kym and Lauren sit outside the Allendale Train Station and talk about the Snapdragon. We see a flashback to when Tristan and Dakan spoke with Lauren after the accident. We learn of the oppression of the previous monarch, and the betrayal of the Snapdragon by an anonymous member. We discuss the mysterious lack of burning of the willow planted by Mr. Rosenthal. We learn a bit more about Daena's death, and then Kym opens up to Lauren about how she felt at the factory. We infer that Kym doesn't believe Lauren's partner is dead. She wants to help Lauren with Lune's investigation, but Lauren doesn't want to tell her anything. After the hug, Kym stiffens, coughs, and collapses. ***

We're joined by one of the kings of UK science-fiction and fantasy, the literary agent John Jarrold, to talk about Rob Holdstock's majestic 1984 novel Mythago Wood, winner of the World Fantasy Award.Over a career spanning almost fifty years John has become one of the leading lights and champions for British genre fiction, and a household name within that community. In the publishing industry he has run three SFF imprints: Legend at Random House; Earthlight at Simon & Schuster, and Orbit books, where one of his authors was none other than Rob Holdstock. These days he runs the John Jarrold Literary Agency, with and continues to be a hugely influential and popular figure in the industry and SFF community.We talk about the peculiar Englishness of Mythago Wood, with respect to its post-war setting, which informs the damaged male characters at the heart of the book and how this in turn has an impact on the representation of the female characters present. We also touch upon the cycle of myth and history, the myth of the hostile brothers, and Holdstock's wonderful writing style. John brings his enormous experience to bear as we talk at length about the publishing industry and how it has changed over the last fifty years. He is armed with great anecdotes, and the list of people he's worked with over the years read like a Who's Who of international SFF.Elsewhere Damaris Browne dishes up some salacious details on how to handle the issue of privacy, and how to approach using real-life people in your stories (spoiler alert: very, very carefully). Christine Wheelwright reads Weeping Willows, her winning 75-word entry from June's writing challenge, and the trees in Slish Wood are not - I repeat not - of interest to the CIA.Join us next month when our guest will be the novelist, poet and essayist Naomi Foyle, who'll be talking with us about Jo Zebedee's alien invasion-cum-prison break thriller Inish Carraig.Further ReadingThere'll Always Be An England in Mythago WoodIndex[0:00:00 - 49:15] John Jarrold Interview Part 1[49:16 - 50:24] Voicemail 1[50:25 - 1:05:10] The Judge's Corner[1:05:16 - 1:06:14] Voicemail 2[1:06:15 - 1:07:20] Writing Challenge Winner[1:07:21 - 1:08:36] Voicemail 3[1:08:37 - 2:02:12] John Jarrold Interview Part 2[2:02:13 - 2:04:18] Credits and Close

I thought I'd try doing a bit of sketching this time and focus on those scratching sounds of the pencil on paper. I drew a Weeping Willow tree, so most of the lines are fairly long, rather than a shorter more staccato cadence from smaller strokes. There's some sounds of paper moving as well, but it's largely just the sounds of pencil on paper. Thanks so much for listening!! --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/tessa-tingles/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/tessa-tingles/support

For this episode, we are speaking with Kramies, the folk singer/songwriter who has worked with Jason occasionally over the last 10 years. Kramies shares his perspective on the type of jaw-dropping impact that Jason can have on a song during its production.  Additionally, he'll explain what is perhaps the greatest metaphor anyone could possibly come up with to explain Grandaddy.  To wrap up, Kramies will discuss another iconic song written by Jason Lytle, pointing out details that many may not have previously noticed otherwise.   Things to click: Go Progress Chrome by Grandaddy on Spotify Clocks Were All Broken by Kramies on Spotify Jason Lytle/Kramies video on Youtube Of All The Places Been by Kramies on Spotify 3ingle by Jason Lytle, Little Wings, Kramies on Bandcamp 3ingle Live in SLO by Jason Lytle, Little Wings, Kramies on Bandcamp Color of Dirt by Jason Lytle on Bandcamp Underneath the Weeping Willow by Grandaddy on Spotify Sea Otter Cottage by Kramies on Spotify Social media @jlytlepodcast simpledumbpodcast.com