The Drum Hut

A few weeks ago we traveled through Kenosha, Wisconsin the very city our youngest child was born in.  We lived there eleven years and have many fond memories.  The picture above is my husband Bruce, me, and my friend Heather Poyner owner of The Drum Hut.  Heather plays the African Drums and wrote a book about her experiences playing in Drum Circles.

Heather is a wonderfully creative person with some interesting life stories. She's a writer, a musician, and a great cook. Having lived in Greece, she picked up the taste for Greek food and even thought about opening a Greek Restaurant for awhile. She can cook all kinds of things and used to cover the Food Page for the Kenosha News. 

   Heather's daughter, Lauren, is a creative person as well. She painted the dancers on the wall in The Drum Hut for her mother.

 Check out Heather's web site at http://www.rhythmintheround.com/ .

All her drums were fun to look at and listen to.  I especially got a kick out of the square patriotic looking drum, however.  That drum had a great sound and was homemade with napkins and packaging tape. What a fun activity to do with  your children or grandchildren!

                                                       

Drop A Pebble In The Water by James W. Foley

Drop a Pebble in the Water

Drop a pebble in the water; just a splash, and it is gone;
But there's half-a-hundred ripples circling on and on and on,
Spreading, spreading from the center, flowing on out to the sea.
And there is no way of telling where the end is going to be.

Drop a pebble in the water; in a minute you forget,
But there's little waves a-flowing, and there's ripples circling yet,
And those little waves a-flowing to a great big wave have grown;
You've disturbed a mighty river just by dropping in a stone.

Drop an unkind word, or careless; in a minute it is gone;
But there's half-a-hundred ripples circling on and on and on.
They keep spreading, spreading, spreading from the center as they go,
And there is no way to stop them, once you've started them to flow.

Drop an unkind word, or careless; in a minute you forget;
But there's little waves a-flowing, and there's ripples circling yet,
And perhaps in some sad heart a mighty wave of tears you've stirred,
And disturbed a life was happy ere yu dropped that unkind word.

Drop a word of cheer and kindness; just a flash and it is gone;
But there's half-a-hundred ripples circling on and on and on,
Bearing hope and joy and comfort on each splashing, dashing wave
Till you wouldn't believe the volume of the one kind word you gave.

Drop a word of cheer and kindness; in a minute you forget;
But there's gladnness still a-swelling, and there's joy a-circling yet,
And you've rolled a wave of comfort whose sweet music can be heard
Over miles and miles of water just by dropping one kind word.
                                                                           James W. Foley