Passages

My family has had its share of joys and sorrows in the last few weeks. This time, I'm not talking about my immediate family. 

This week, a celebration of 50 years of marriage for one of my cousins and her husband. There was a surprise party thrown (though sources state that my cousin knew something was up) for them by their children, and several of us Skyped in to give our good wishes. First time I've Skyped in a long while. I wish Bonnie and Chuck many more years of happiness!

And on Christmas Day, one of my cousins passed away after a battle from cancer. Anna and Robert Hicks had 24 cousins. Sandy was the second of them to pass. My older brother, Curt, was the first. Sandy bravely fought cancer. But everyone I know and have known (Curt, and my husband, John, two of them) is brave in the face of that monster. I wish Peace and God's grace upon her family. 

Around this time, three years ago, I was saying my final goodbyes to my beloved husband, John. The staff had told me that they were seeing signs of his final days, and so all I could do was to hold on tight to my faith, my family, and the skilled staff charged with John's care. I had three days left with him. As the sun arose on a January Saturday, my husband breathed his last. 

Time marches on. People celebrate births and birthdays. Wedding anniversaries. New jobs. Retirement. All sorts of good news that comes to us. And they also lose people around them. Lose jobs. Lose homes. Every day. 

The one sure thing about being born, someone has said, is that we will die. 

So all I can say on this cold and gloomy January Saturday evening is to hold on tight, celebrate those around you. 

For as Henri Frederic Amiel has said: life is short, and we do not have much time to gladden the hearts around us. So be swift to love, and make haste to be kind. And as people in the Episcopal Church have added to this phrase: And the blessing of God, who made us, who loves us,

and who travels the way with us be with you now and forever.

Amen.

Update on WKAR

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Less than 24 hours after I posted my blog, the President of Michigan State University held a press conference. Two things were announced:

1. Michigan State's WKAR TV will not be entered into the spectrum auction, which means all of us can look forward to more wonderful programming on our local PBS station.

2. WKAR-TV has been entered into a partnership with Detroit Public Broadcasting. What this will mean, for now, is unclear.

Here's what I hope happens:

I hope that we continue the wonderful programs from PBS, such as Masterpiece, NOVA, etc.

I hope that we continue the wonderful LOCAL programming and enhance with more local broadcasting from East Lansing, Lansing, the greater Lansing area, and yes, the Detroit area. Don't take away what we already have. I, for one, really enjoy programs like Backstage Pass, the MSU Sports program, and the wonderful Curious Crew...and of course, Quizbusters. And the Michigan-related programming of things such as Under the Radar Michigan and other programs from the region. So many good things--Emmy-awarded things--already a part of WKAR TV and its hard-working crew.

So I, for one, will keep my eyes peeled and hope that the "changes" are good ones and not just for the sake of change, as so often things are in the world.

When I posted my last blog, I sent it everywhere--the Board of Trustees, President Simon, and lots of other venues such as local media. One of the stations--WLNS, our local CBS affiliate--asked to interview me about this. It's been a crazy-busy week at work, but I managed to find a few minutes to meet with the wonderful crew at WLNS.

Do I think I helped change their mind? Did they really want to sell the spectrum? I don't think I, alone, changed their mind if their original intention was to enter the auction. But a lot of voices beside me threw down the gauntlet and let the powers-that-be know that the demise of WKAR-TV was unthinkable. As far as the question of intention when this first was announced...who knows?

I'm just glad that for now, the people of mid-Michigan...and Michigan...can breath a tentative sigh of relief.

As for those powers-that-be...we'll be watching you. You've heard from us, and will hear from us again, if needed.

Now, if you'll excuse me...I'm going to catch up on Downton Abbey. Spelled D-O-W-N-T-O-N.


Peace,

Tamara

WKAR TV: A beloved station that's in danger of extinction.

A few months ago, I was taped for an interview and a PR announcement on WKAR TV related to a documentary called Cancer: The Emperor of All Maladies.

I've had a long-time connection to WKAR, both with the radio and the television stations, and also with Radio Reading Services, a service that I've read on and used first for my father and then later for my husband. I've volunteered for fundraising, for various festivals, the old TV auction (remember that? GREAT fun!), practice tapings of Quizbusters, and other things too numerous to list here. WKAR radio, television, and the reading services are based at Michigan State University, in East Lansing, Michigan.

WKAR TV is actually comprised of three stations: The "regular" WKAR, WKAR Create, and WKAR World. John and I decided to do without cable for about 10 years, and WKAR was one of our regular sources of entertainment and news. Still is for me, even now that I have satellite television and may drop it to watch broadcast only in the future. Some of the programs I have enjoyed over the years have been Masterpiece Theater, in all of its forms (Classic is my favorite: It brings Jane Austen and Bronte Sisters (among others) adaptations, and of course, Downton Abbey). Also on my list of favorite programs: Nova, Doc Martin, This Old House, Austin City Limits, Antiques Roadshow, Nature, Independent Lens, and I haven't even mentioned the news programs and specials, and that isn't even including the wonderful shows on Create and World. Cooking, travel, extra things that may or may not be on the regular station.

And the local and regional programming: Quizbusters, Under the Radar Michigan, Current Sports, and Backstage Pass, to name a few.

We have seen all the wonderful Ken Burns specials, starting with Civil War, on WKAR.

And what I love most is that it's accessible to everyone with a television set. You don't need any fancy hookups (other than a digital box, if you have an older set).  In fact, at the time of the digital conversion, it was one of the few stations we could still get. I'm still unable to (along with about everyone I talk to who choose to watch only broadcast television) see our local NBC station without cable or satellite to help me. Yet WKAR gave us not one but three stations to watch after the switch. Who needs the Food Network, the Travel Channel, and some of the other channels on those services when you can get all you really need on PBS?

Why am I typing all of this beside professing my love for this station in all its forms?

Because there's a chance it will all go away, if the president of Michigan State University decides to sell the frequency that carries them. The Board of Trustees at MSU has authorized her to do this, and the decision deadline is this coming week.  Don't get me wrong, it could bring the university a lot of money. But at what cost?

I think the cost is too high. Let's leave me out of this for a minute. What about the many many lower income folks whose only access to television is broadcast? I've already mentioned that NBC isn't reachable unless you have service (or a mighty powerful antenna). That leaves CBS, FOX, and ABC. And PBS. And if WKAR goes away, that means THREE stations go away. For everyone.

Earlier, I mentioned my favorite programs. But what about the children in our community? So much great programming--Sesame Street, Thomas and Friends, The Cat in the Hat, Curious George...all gone if this station goes off the air. Beloved programs. As I mentioned, not everyone has access to cable or satellite television!

If you feel the same way, and want to save this station, please go to the following website to see what you can do to help. Not just those of you within viewing distance of this station: I'm talking to all of you that value what PBS has to offer. WKAR is one of the oldest educational stations on the air: Second in the nation, and oldest east of the Mississippi River. If WKAR TV is in danger of extinction, I would bet that similar stations across the nation are in danger, too.

Here's the website: http://savewkar.com

Let's make sure this prized jewel stays active for many many more years. SAVE WKAR!

Oh, and if you want to watch the interview I did at WKAR, here's the link to that:
http://video.wkar.org/video/2365449661/

A loyal PBS (and NPR) fan,

Tamara Hicks-Syron

This and that...

Just some miscellaneous thoughts on this January evening....

We are on the edge of a winter storm. The officials have started naming these storms, just like they are hurricanes. This one, apparently, is Hera. Luckily (at least so far), we've dodged the ice. It's just been raining on and off today. But tonight it might change; I heard the temps may go down and we will get snow.

It's been a crazy late fall-early winter this year. I think I heard that December 2015 was the warmest one on record. I'm not surprised. There were many evenings I sat in short sleeves on the back porch steps while Elvis did his exploring. We really didn't get the real cold stuff yet, but it's coming as we head into the second week of January.

I'm keeping busy with studying for my Monday night class, but for the time-being, anyway, I'm not doing any music activities.

I'm taking a class through the University of the South (Sewanee) called "Education for Ministry." It's a four-year course for laypeople. It is connected to the Episcopal Church (I'm a member), but it is open for any interested in this study. So, every Monday night, for three hours, I meet with a group of wonderful people in various stages of this course. Two of us are first year students, and we are studying the Old Testament, or Hebrew Bible. Second year students are studying the New Testament, while the third year students are studying history. The "seniors" (fourth year) are studying theology. I'm really enjoying this class, and it's given me a chance to delve a little deeper into material I only barely touched upon in my years of attending various churches, as well as my own private study of the Bible.

Other than the class and a few other activities--a few tickets to shows at Wharton Center, for example--I'm pretty much keeping to myself, hanging out at the house with my faithful beagle.

January is a tough month, and always will be. So we gradually come toward the day that keeps going by, year by year. January 19.

But in this same timeframe, I have some cause for small celebration. I was hired at Michigan State University on January 15, 1992. One more year, and I'll be vested for retirement. There was a time that John and I talked about my retiring in 2017. Of course, that's not possible right now, but I like to think I would find something fun that will pay the bills at some point in the near future.

Not that I don't enjoy my work now. I really enjoy what I do. And I have a new supervisor, whom I really like and respect. That helps. So I'm not in a big hurry just yet, but it's kind of nice to know that date is coming. I do think I'm going to look for some other ways to earn extra money. I don't play a lot of violin these days because of a number of things--including sore joints, courtesy of osteoarthritis. So what I am looking for are chances to work from home: editing, writing, data entry. If any of you readers have any ideas, feel free to share them.

Speaking of music, a friend gave me a really nice electronic keyboard. It belonged to a mutual friend who was a a wonderful professional musician. It has been great fun playing it. I'm by no means a good keyboard player, but I still enjoy playing because it relaxes me.

I have had some issues these past few weeks with my health. Nothing worrisome, so don't gasp when you read this. I've been stressed out about some issues, and it caused me to have some slight chest aches on the side where you start thinking that it might be a good idea to go in and have someone check me out. I had blood tests, a electrocardiogram, and a CT scan. No heart attack. No blood clot (the reason for the CT scan). Just stress. And because of the stress, the sugar went higher than usual.

A week or so later, I started coughing a lot (as the weather started turning). That ended up being bronchitis. It's no fun by itself. But when you have CVA (cough variant asthma), it's worse. But I seem to have turned a corner and am not coughing nearly as much. Keeping up on my meds (including one asthma med and allergy meds), and I think that's helping.

I've had a couple of doctor appointments beyond the stuff mentioned above: One to start working on the sugar aspect. I'm a diabetic, but my organs seem to be working fine, so no meds just yet for the diabetes. Working on the food and exercise aspects. Since that appointment, I've been trying to take walks when I can--with Elvis is best, but even at work I try to do some walking now. Gradually will work it up. I've had a sore back the last week or so, and I think that's connect to the exercise. That's feeling better tonight. The other doctor appointment was my every-6-month checkup with my ear specialist. With Meniere's disease, it's good to have specialists in the field, because many doctors don't know much about this condition.  Anyway, things went fine at that appointment; still have the vertigo set off from time to time but I do what I can do to control what I can control. Right now, I have really bad tinnitus, something else that comes with this "fun" disease. If you want to know what it's like, I think Kristin Chenoweth says it best in her autobiography. I had a chance to meet her recently when she came to town and she's amazing. Anyway, the doctor put me on a 1-week dose of steroids to see if it will quiet things down for me. If it works, fine, and if it doesn't, I'm supposed to go back to Farmington Hills and he'll figure something else out, I guess. Not a whole lot we can do about the things out of our control, but maybe we can figure some of this out.

Tonight, as I type this, Elvis is buried under the covers right next to me as the cool rain falls (another reason for achy joints) outside. On the television is "Yankee Doodle Dandy," one of my all-time favorite movies.

That's about all for this post. I'll be back...

Love and peace and blessings,

Tam

The New Year Blues

I had a rough time ringing in the new year this year. 

Mainly, I think it was because I had people around me when the clock turned in 2011, 2012, 2013, and 2014. Of course, in 2011 and 2012, that "people" was John. In 2013, I was with my family at a party in Hollywood, though technically I was by myself when the clock turned over back in Michigan. Last year, I was at a play back in my hometown, and a bunch of friends were around me. 

New years are always new beginnings, but for me right now, it's just another year without John in it. 

It's not that John and I did anything special on New Year's, though a couple years stick out for me pre-cancer. 

The first one was fairly early in our marriage. We went to visit John's parents when they lived in Wolcott, New York. I don't remember a lot about that visit about what we did other than we sat up all night watching Twilight Zone movies. Something I did for most of New Year's (this) weekend. 

Another one was New Year's Eve 1999. John's office had a fancy party, and we got all dressed up and went. It was a lot of fun!

But normally, New Year's Eve was quiet for us.

John fell ill just before Thanksgiving, 2011. We decided to go on a walk that day, and for once, we left the dogs at home as I was worried John would trip over them. We walked to nearby Potter Park. As I recall, the actual zoo was closed, but we walked along the Riverwalk. I took my camera, as I've often done, and took some nice shots:

The ducks were pretty busy, and as you can see, there wasn't a lot of snow that year, either.

This is on our way to the park, near an old pump station a couple blocks from home. He looked quite good, a month after surgery, didn't he?

In 2012, John was in hospice, and went the calendar flipped to 2013, I laid my head on his chest and sobbed--it was the first time I'd failed to keep my emotions in check around him during the hospice stay, and one of the few times since he was diagnosed. I remember him asking why I was crying, and I couldn't answer him. So, he gave me the best hug he could, and just said, "Awwww...."

John died just a couple weeks later: January 19, 2013.

On New Year's Eve 2013, I was with my family getting ready to celebrate a Spartan Rose Bowl victory the next day. The evening of New Year's, we were in the Ray Dolby Ballroom in Hollywood, right near the Chinese Theater and in the room where the Governor's Ball for the Oscars is held. All that was nice, but I missed John. I was about to say goodbye to the last year that had John in it. When the calendar changed in California, my brother hugged me as I sobbed. I will always be grateful for how much my family has stuck with me through these times. Here's a picture of my brother and me at the party (and you can see Darlene Love's hair (sorta) behind my brother:

New Year's Eve 2014, I went to see a play at Great Escape Stage Company, in Marshall, Michigan--my hometown. This wonderful theater is run by my friend, Randy Lake, who was my first real leading man back in 1978. He was the "King," I was "I". Anyway, they did a radio play (similar to other ones they've done, including two I was in this fall called "The Day the Earth Stood Still" and another short play from the old Suspense series) on "It's a Wonderful Life." And then we stayed to ring in the new year, and my buddy, Randy, and other friends were there to keep me loved and distracted. It ended up being a good evening, all things considered.

This year was hard, and not just because the Spartans lost (hey, they were one of only four teams to make the football playoffs, so that's really something to be proud of, along with the amazing season they had. John was, incidentally, quite a Spartan Football fan, something he picked up from hanging out with my family for over 18 years). This was the first year I was truly alone...well, except for my fur baby, Elvis. I tried to go out and watch the game at a local pub near campus, but you know sometimes even if you have people around you, it's still lonely. It's one thing if it's friends or family, but even though these people were fellow Spartans, I felt incredibly alone. So at halftime, I paid my bill (delicious food; never went there in college because it was always so smoky. SO thankful for the no smoking rules that were passed a few years ago) and went home. Elvis and I went on a short walk in the last few minutes of 2015, and then came home, where I sobbed for a long time as 2015--a fairly difficult year, by the way--drifted away. Elvis saves me in tissues, as he's very fond of kissing those tears away.

Now that the holidays (always rough, have been for a long time as the losses started in 1999) are over, other than a bad bought of bronchitis, I have hope that 2016 will be better.

But John still won't be in it.

Christmas Cookies

Posting this on the third day of the new year, but it's still Christmas, day number ten, so it's really not late.

I was thinking the other day about another tradition we had as kids. The annual begging to decorate Christmas cookies.

When I was little, I begged and begged to be the one to decorate cookies. And one year, it finally happened, and my big brother was more than happy to relinquish the task. Such excitement as Mom began baking her delicious Christmas cookies. Cookies of all kinds and shapes, including the best sugar cookies I've ever had.

Sugar cookies in the shape of Jolly Ol' Saint Nick, of trees, stars, and wreathes! My mom figured out that a donut cutter made PERFECT wreath-shaped cookies. To top them off, Mom would make a confectioner sugar frosting in all possible colors I'd need.

Part of decorating cookies is tasting them. And licking your fingers, of course! After about an hour of it, the sugar got to be too much and I was begging to stop, but of course, I had to finish them.

A few years later, my little brother took over the task, and loved the whole process. But he figured out that it was better to drink that cool glass of water rather than to lick the frosting, and he was the only one of the three of us that didn't get sick over the whole thing.