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Art of the sale

28 Sep

By RHONDA OWEN

The image of the “starving artist” as a tortured soul who chooses to live in poverty to maintain the integrity of his artistic vision has long existed in popular culture. This perception visits upon the artist a bohemian lifestyle of eccentricity and excess during a lifetime of obscurity. And, of course, as anyone familiar with the life of impressionist Vincent van Gogh knows, the impoverished artist’s work gains acclaim and monetary value only after his death.

Many of today’s fine artists, however, have shed the cliched smock of the starving artist and repainted, resculpted and resketched their images and lives. Sixty percent of artists in the United States are self-employed, according to the U.S. Bureau of Labor Statistics, but that doesn’t mean they’re all living in squalor, surviving at subsistence levels by selling their souls one canvas or sculpture at a time.

“Only the most successful fine artists are able to support themselves solely through the sale of their works,” the bureau reports in its 2010-11 Occupational Outlook Handbook. “Most fine artists have at least one other job to support their art careers.”

Some artists supplement their income by taking secondary jobs that have nothing to do with art. Others hold art-related jobs, such as teaching privately or in schools, and a number are employed as curators at art museums or directors of publicly funded exhibitions. Still others go into the business of selling art as gallery owners, brokers or agents.

“THAT WHOLE TORTURED ARTIST THING does not work for me,” says Renee Williams, owner of Gallery 26 in the Hillcrest area of Little Rock. “I find that the happier I am, the more I end up creating. In fact, I have to stop myself from making stuff.”

Williams, a painter and jewelry maker, sells works of other artists, as well as her own, in the storefront she opened in 1995. Her art business has its own sideline, a framing workshop that accounts for about half of her revenue. When she set up shop, the framing enterprise was to be the sole business. “That was the plan anyway,” she recalls. “But then we found we had enough room for display space so we decided to open a gallery, too.”

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Renee Williams and artist Delita Pinchback Martin before Martin’s opening event at Gallery 26.

Williams and other central Arkansas artist/gallery owners say, whether by intention or happenstance, they’ve found being in the business of selling art is a natural for them. They enjoy discovering and nurturing local artists, as well as introducing artists from other states and nations to Arkansas art lovers. They say having primary income not dependent upon selling their art frees them to pursue their creative proclivities without the pressure of those pursuits being their livelihood. None believe, as some might claim, that they’ve “sold out” or compromised their artistic integrity in any way by entering into the business side of art.

“It’s quite the opposite,” Williams says, explaining that sole dependence upon art to pay the bills can cause artists to question their motivation. “They have that pressure of thinking, ‘Am I doing this piece out of love or because I need to bill it?’”

Stephano Sutherlin’s vibrant paintings of locomotives and colorfully creative portraits of noted artists such as Frida Kahlo are a physical testament to his belief that “you don’t create your best work when you’re depressed. I don’t think that’s true at all.

“IF I’M DEPRESSED, I DON’T PAINT,” says Sutherlin, who owns Stephano’s Fine Art Gallery in the Heights. “I’m much happier painting when I’m happy.” One thing that makes him and other artists happy is selling their work. An artist who has a gallery finds a ready outlet for his own work, plus gets to surround himself with the work of other artists while helping them sell.

“I want every artist to make money,” Sutherlin says. “I know it’s tough out there. If artists aren’t making money, they’re not happy, and they’re not creating their best work if they’re not happy.” Sutherlin’s position differs from that of other artist/gallery owners in that he isn’t deeply involved in the business end. His wife, Ashley, handles that as well as decides how to best display their wares. He also attributes ownership of the gallery to his wife.

“I wouldn’t have done any of this if we hadn’t met and fallen in love. She’s the one who’s great with people,” Sutherlin says. “I’m OK with people but I’m better off in my studio painting.” Because of the business, however, he spends more time outside his studio. He sometimes paints at the gallery or on the sidewalk out front. He talks with clients and other artists. As an owner, he also has opportunities to teach young artists how to market themselves and profit from their work.

“The hardest thing for young artists that they can learn from old artists like myself is pricing,” he says. “If you price your work too low, it looks cheap. Price it too high and no one can afford to buy it. So it’s that happy medium. You have to know how the pricing structure in your area works.”

Kyle Boswell, owner of Boswell Mourot Fine Art in the Heights — just a few blocks from Stephano’s — is a glass blower and sculpts with glass and steel. He says he thrives on the gallery environment.

“I’M INFLUENCED BY MY ARTISTS,” Boswell says. “I’m influenced by what I carry and I carry what I like. As an artist, I feel like I have a grasp of the different mediums because I’ve worked in most of them — until I found my niche and the medium that’s best for me, which is three-dimensional.”

The marketing aspect comes easily to him, he says. “I love marketing. I love marketing my gallery and my artists. It’s even fun to design the postcards for my shows.”

Boswell says he worked in politics in Washington for eight years before burning out. “I left Washington and said I’d never wear a suit again.”

Owning a gallery “is the first job I ever had that I enjoy coming to every day,” Boswell says. Like Sutherlin and Williams, he says being content with his life invigorates him and informs his work. Running the Little Rock gallery and another in Miami keep him busy, but he makes time to create art. He’s always thinking, always imagining, so when he gets into his studio, he may make 10 pieces in one day.

Sutherlin, Boswell and Williams sell some of their own work in their galleries, but not exclusively. They also show in other galleries, usually outside the immediate area or out of state. While these three artist/ gallery owners have found that their business endeavors improve their ability to create, Greg Thompson is an artist who discovered that selling art is an art in itself.

Thompson, owner of Greg Thompson Fine Art in North Little Rock, took art classes throughout his childhood, then got a degree in art at Hendrix College. He held a job as a graphic illustrator for two years, then began exploring the idea of selling art for others. In 1995, he held his first art show — featuring the work of Arkansas artists — in his apartment and made as much money in one night as he did in a month at his job. So he quit the job and put down his artist’s tools. He no longer creates artwork. His passion, Thompson says, is in the art of the deal, in managing and finding markets for other artists.

Thompson’s gallery isn’t the typical walk-in-and-browse type. He shows one artist’s work at a time, although he represents many contemporary Southern artists as well as some artists from around the world.

“I’ve learned that it’s just as easy to sell 30 paintings to a corporate client as it is to sell one painting to one client,” Thompson says.

Does he miss creating art?

“NOT AT ALL. I LOVE WHAT I DO,” he says.

Williams says she has never felt a sense of either/or in terms of art. “I’ve always wanted to have a mixture of social interaction and alone time. You have to have a balance.”

She believes that artists need to have something other than art to sustain them — creatively, emotionally and physically — and recommends that working artists get a part-time job. “It’s really good to have some other interest or stimulation. I think artists are more successful when they have something else to work on.”

This article was published in the Arkansas Democrat-Gazette on Sept. 11, 2013
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Pride of Place

18 Mar

Arkansan filmmakers who left the state are coming home—and they’re finding their state is much more than just a setting

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Director Chris Hicky (second from left) on the set of “The Grace of Jake,” filmed in Arkansas in September 2013

BY RHONDA OWEN

Quiet on the set. Roll camera. Roll sound.

The camera’s eye focuses on a man with slicked-back hair and tattooed forearms plucking razor-sharp twangs from an electric guitar as he sings, “It’s gonna rain, it’s gonna rain. Better get ready …” about Noah warning his people of the coming flood. The singer’s gritty voice rises above the metallic patter of raindrops upon a couple of window-unit air conditioners, inspiring a feeling that the tiny church may float arklike into surrounding fields if the rain doesn’t end soon. It’s almost too perfect—the rain breaking a month-long drought in the Arkansas Delta on the day Forrest City native Chris Hicky films a pivotal scene in the movie he’s come home to make. In the scene, ex-con Jake testifies about his coming to grace after traveling from California to Arkansas to confront his father. The rain provides a coincidental metaphor of renewal and restoration that fits the film’s themes but, thankfully, brings with it no threat of biblically proportioned devastation.

The downpour that began before dawn turned the churchyard into a bog, forcing Hicky to rearrange the shooting schedule so the crew could spend the day filming scenes within the church’s paneled walls, saving for the next day an exterior scene in which Jake helps the preacher paint the church. The crew members made the change easily, their synergy representative of everything Hicky had hoped for when he returned to Lee County to shootThe Grace of Jake, the feature-length film he dreamed of making for the past 10 years, which he spent in Los Angeles working his way up the industry ladder, from production assistant to director of commercials and music videos.

In bringing his passion project home to Arkansas, Hicky joins the ranks of other Arkansas filmmakers who left the state to create lives elsewhere but—inspired by nostalgia, personal experience and pride of place—have returned to make independent movies. For them, The Natural State isn’t just a backdrop but a fully realized character, sometimes breathtaking in its beauty, while at other times appearing timeworn, cantankerous and uncooperative. These filmmakers look through the twin lenses of heart and memory to see their home state as a character that is always alive and kicking, with a strong sense of self.

READ FULL ARTICLE as it appeared in Arkansas Life magazine, Dec. 2013

 
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Nuts about coconut oil

26 Sep

BY RHONDA OWEN

My love affair with coconut goes back to my childhood when my father would crack open a fresh coconut with a hammer and separate the dense “meat” from the shell to give all of us a sweet, chewy treat. I can still feel the way the fresh coconut squeaked against my teeth.

Candy, cakes, cookies, ice cream, Asian sauces, on shrimp — I’ve eaten coconut every way imaginable. But I hadn’t cooked with coconut oil until a few months ago. Now that I have, I’m hooked. The slightly sweet oil adds a subtle flavor to all kinds of dishes, although it’s best used as a substitute for butter or oil in baking. It’s also delicious right out of the jar; spread it instead of butter on toast, pancakes or English muffins.

But all coconut oil isn’t created equal. The variety of coconut oil maligned for years was “hydrogenated,” a process of adding hydrogen to oil, then subjecting it to high pressure and temperature to create fats that are solid at room temperature. Hydrogenated oils contain “trans fat,” which the Food and Drug Administration has linked to heart disease.

The type of coconut oil I cook with is “virgin” or “unrefined,” which means that it is cold-pressed from freshly harvested coconut meat. Having never been subjected to heat, the natural flavor, aroma and scent are intact. Want to give your nose a thrill? Just open a jar and sniff.

Since coconut oil has become more popular, you no longer have to go to a specialty store to buy it. I get mine at the local supermarket, where it sits on the shelves alongside other vegetable oils — but be prepared to pay more, as coconut oil prices range from $7 to $12 or more per pint. I prefer organic coconut oil, so I usually pick mine up from the natural foods section. The oil, sold in glass jars, should be a pearlescent white solid. If it has a dark or yellowish tint, it’s rancid and should be avoided.

Coconut oil stores well unrefrigerated for months. If kept in a cabinet, it’ll usually retain solid form (which is more of a semisolid, so don’t expect the density of shortening or butter). If you leave it on the counter or next to the stove, it’ll begin to soften and often liquefy. No problem. To resolidify it, just move it to a cooler place.

I’ve experimented using coconut oil in a variety of dishes, sometimes adapting recipes or creating my own. Below is a selection of my quick and easy favorites.

Some things to consider when using coconut oil:

** When a recipe specifies liquid oil, just heat the oil for a few seconds or leave it sitting in a warm area of the kitchen.

** It’s lighter than other vegetable oils, but a little still goes a long way. When substituting for butter or margarine, start out with a smaller amount than what’s specified. If you need more, you can add it.

** When sauteing with coconut oil, take care not to overheat it. If the oil takes on a yellowish cast, it’s ruined and you need to start over.

** The Coconutty Nut Butter recipe makes a spread that’s less dense and sticky than peanut butter. You might want to play around with the amount of oil to get a consistency you like. Also, it solidifies in the refrigerator, which makes it harder to spread. Just leave it on the counter for a few minutes to soften before using.

** If you use coconut oil to cook, be aware that it imparts a slightly sweet, coconut flavor. If you don’t like sweet meat, you’ll want to save coconut oil for other dishes.

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These have the most amazing texture and the coconut oil frosting will make you swoon with pleasure.

These have the most amazing texture and the coconut oil frosting will make you swoon with pleasure.

This cupcake recipe is vegan, which means it contains no eggs, dairy, or other animal products. But don’t worry, even without eggs the batter will rise and the cupcakes will hold together. You may raise an eyebrow, as I did, when seeing that you need to add vinegar, but do not leave it out. It reacts with the baking soda to make the batter rise and fluff up. Enjoy.

Fluffy Coconut Cupcakes 

1 ¾ cups cake flour or all-purpose flour

¾ cup granulated sugar

1 teaspoon baking powder

1 teaspoon baking soda

½ teaspoon salt

1 cup unsweetened coconut milk 

 ½ cup unrefined coconut oil, liquefied (see note)

2 tablespoons vanilla extract

1 tablespoon apple cider vinegar

Coconut Frosting (recipe follows)

Shredded coconut, optional


Heat oven to 350 degrees and line cupcake pans with 12 paper cupcake liners. In a large bowl, whisk together the flour, sugar, baking powder, baking soda and salt. In a separate bowl, whisk together coconut milk, oil, vanilla and vinegar. Pour the wet mixture over the dry mixture and whisk until just combined. Do not over-mix. Fill the cupcake wells about two-thirds full with batter. Bake at 350 for 18 to 25 minutes, or until a wooden pick inserted in near the center of the cupcake comes out clean. Cool cupcakes completely before frosting. If desired, sprinkle frosted cupcakes with shredded coconut. Makes 12 cupcakes. Note: To liquefy the oil, heat it for a few seconds or place the jar in a warm area of the kitchen. 

Coconut Frosting 

½ cup unrefined coconut oil

1 ½ to 2 cups confectioners’ sugar

1 teaspoon vanilla extract

2 to 3 tablespoons unsweetened coconut milk


Using a hand-held mixer, beat the coconut oil until smooth. With the mixer on low, add 1 ½ cups of the confectioners’ sugar, the vanilla and 1 tablespoon coconut milk at a time and beat until the frosting becomes of a spreading consistency. Adding more milk and/or sugar as necessary to achieve the desired consistency. Beat on high for 2 minutes until light and fluffy. 

Recipe adapted from chefchloe.com 

Serve this colorful stir-fry as a side dish or add thinly sliced chicken breast for a one-dish meal over wholewheat linguine or brown rice.

Coconut Confetti Stirfry 

3 to 5 tablespoons unrefined coconut oil

1 clove elephant garlic OR 6 cloves regular garlic, chopped

1 or 2 boneless, skinless chicken breast, thinly sliced, optional

1 red or orange bell pepper, cored and cut into strips

1 yellow bell pepper, cored and cut into strips

1 green bell pepper, cored and cut into strips

A few sun-dried tomatoes, coarsely chopped and soaked for 10 minutes in just-boiled water

Sea salt, to taste

Ground red pepper (cayenne), to taste 


Heat oil in a large iron skillet on medium heat, then add chopped garlic and saute until translucent. Add chicken, if using, and cook, stirring, until all pieces have been seared. Increase heat to high, then add peppers and drained tomatoes. Stir with spatula, making sure all pieces are coated with oil. Sprinkle with salt and cayenne pepper to taste. Reduce heat to medium, continue stirring until peppers are slightly browned on the edges and have lost their crispness, and the chicken, if using, is cooked through. 
Makes 2 main-dish or 4 side-dish servings.

Coconutty Nut Butter 

2 cups peanuts, almonds OR cashews

Up to ¾ cup unrefined coconut oil

1 teaspoon sea salt, or to taste 


Place nuts in a food processor and grind to a fine powder. Leaving the powder in the food processor, add the coconut oil a little at a time and process until you get the smoothness and consistency you desire; you may not need all of the oil. Add salt. The “butter” will be kind of runny, but will solidify when chilled in the refrigerator. Keep refrigerated in an airtight container, but serve at room temperature. (If you prefer your nut butter to be sweet, add a couple of teaspoons of honey.) 
Makes about 2 cups.

Recipe adapted from Nourishing Traditions by Sally Fallon

Coconut Potato Bake 

¼ cup unrefined coconut oil

4 large russet potatoes

1 clove elephant garlic OR 4 cloves regular garlic, finely chopped

Sea salt, to taste


Heat oven to 400 degrees. Melt the coconut oil in the oven in a large baking dish. Peel and thinly slice the potatoes. Add potatoes and garlic to the baking dish and stir well to coat with oil. Sprinkle with salt to taste. Bake 20 minutes, then stir and bake 20 minutes more or until lightly browned. Makes 4 servings. Variation: Coconut Chile Potato Bake, add a chopped serrano chile pepper (seeds removed) to the potato-garlic mixture. 

 
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Urban oasis: Bernice Garden

9 Sep

BY RHONDA OWEN
LITTLE ROCK, Ark. — During President Barack Obama’s 2008 campaign, some forward-thinking person scratched the word “hope” into cement poured for the foundation of the Bernice Garden in downtown Little Rock. Today, it seems only fitting that such a sentiment is the sole defacement in the tiny, blooming oasis in an area of town long considered unsafe, even seedy.

When assemblage artist and collector Anita Davis bought the vacant lot at the corner of Daisy Bates and Main streets in 2005, it was a blank canvas waiting for a person with vision and imagination to bring it to life. Now it’s a vibrant cultural and artistic hub as well as a serene place for reflection or simply taking a break during a hectic workday.

The Bernice Garden on South Main in downtown Little Rock (photo by Laura Hardy)

The Bernice Garden on South Main in downtown Little Rock (photo by Laura Hardy, courtesy The Bernice Garden)

On Sundays from April through November, visitors flock to the Farmers Market devoted to local and organic products, then linger at the garden to enjoy the native plants and sculptures by Arkansas artists. Many stroll on over to the neighboring Bernice and Lincoln buildings, also owned by Davis, for a bite to eat at Boulevard Bread Co. or to savor a scoop of handmade Loblolly ice cream at the Green Corner Store.

The garden also hosts the Arkansas Cornbread Festival each November, which last year attracted more than 3,000 cornbread lovers. In May, the farmer’s market shared space with the first Arkansas Strawberry Festival as a celebration of Mother’s Day. In April, poultry and plant enthusiasts were invited to gather and swap chicks and seedlings.

Even when there are no events, you’ll see people sitting under the wooden shelter eating lunch, dog owners letting their pooches sniff the greenery or neighborhood children romping among the sculptures. Everything in the garden was created for and by Arkansans, with the focus on valuing and using native resources.

Bringing sculpture and art to the South Main area was one of Davis’s goals, but she also wanted to encourage and nurture Arkansas artists. So each year, she invites Arkansas artists to submit sculpture designs, then a committee selects six for installation in the garden for one year. 

A NURTURING NATURE
“Nurture” is a word Davis uses often when describing her projects along the two-block stretch of Main between Daisy Bates and 16th streets where she also owns the building housing The Root Cafe and one she’s renovated or the Esse Purse Museum, a celebration of women and handbags througout the 20th century. Davis says she sees her enterprises not just as businesses, but as ways of nurturing the area by attracting entrepeneurs, artists and others interested in developing and recycling natural assets. And she wanted those already living in the neighborhood to benefit from her efforts.

“The garden has definitely made the neighborhood more family friendly,” says Dana Landrum, who lives within walking distance and frequently visits the garden with her three children. “It’s a gathering place for us as a community and it also attracts people who don’t live in the neighborhood. It’s a great way to introduce them to our community.”

When Davis bought the vacant lot in 2005, she had no grand plans. She had purchased the Bernice Building next door in 2004 as a business investment and as a storage space for furniture and other items she had inherited from her parents. When the lot became available, she decided to acquire it too. After that, everything “grew organically,” Davis says.

Looking back, the timing seems serendipitous because it was a period during which Davis was educating herself about the green movement. Keenly interested in recycling and reducing waste as well as repurposing old things for new uses, Davis went to Seattle, Wash., to attend a National Main Street organization conference. There, she learned about “placemaking,” the concept of designing or creating public spaces that honor the qualities, values and assets of a community or neighborhood. She realized her empty lot could become a community hub, a nurturing center for the South Main area and its residents. While a privately owned space, it would be open for public enjoyment.

HEART AND WHIMSY
As much as possible, Davis wanted the garden to reflect the nature of Arkansans. As the Bernice Garden website says, “Arkansans tend to be of hearty stock, people who can stand up to every extreme while retaining a sense of whimsy. The artwork and structures of The Bernice Garden reflect these qualities, adding unique and understated beauty to the mix.”

She also pursued a “sustainability” aspect, using recycled or repurposed materials for the structure, artwork and other features. A walkway of crushed glass — tumbled so that it has no sharp edges — winds throughout the 100-by-150-foot space. The resurfaced concrete patio was once the foundation for a Captain D’s fast-food restaurant that occupied the lot until it burned to the ground. A 50-gallon cistern for gathering rainwater is covered with reclaimed wood from slave quarters at the Alexander Plantation in Scott. The patio’s wood canopy funnels rainwater into the cistern; the collected water sustains the native plants with which garden is landscaped.

Laverne Davis, master gardener

Laverne Davis, master gardener (photo by Laura Hardy, courtesy of The Bernice Garden

Davis entrusted master gardener LaVerne Davis (who isn’t related to Anita) to keep the garden growing and blooming: “When LaVerne is working out in the garden, she’s so joyous. People just come up to her and they have this joyous exchange.”

“I feel like I’m an artist and this is my canvas,” LaVerne Davis says. “I absolutely love this garden. This feeds my spirit. It’s a peaceful place to work.”

A couple of times a week, LaVerne and assistant Willie Allen trundle in with seedlings in styrofoam cups, along with pruning shears, shovels and other tools. They weed and plant, rotating plants in and out according to season.
“Color, color, color, color,” LaVerne Davis crows when asked what she’s got planned for the garden this summer. “Lots of pink and bright, bright colors. Myself, I like color.”

AN ATTRACTIVE FORCE
The garden not only benefits the neighborhood, but also attracts people who don’t live in the immediate area to get out of their comfort zone to check out Main Street south of Interstate 430, says Liz Sanders, Bernice Garden coordinator. “I’ve had many people tell me they’d never been south of Community Bakery” at 12th and Main streets, Sanders says, explaining that the perception formerly was that the south Main Street area wasn’t safe and that people wouldn’t go there to shop or attend events. That’s changed, largely because of Davis’s efforts.

“It’s been amazing. What’s going on down here deserves attention,” Sanders says. “It’s something to say that Anita is a private citizen spending her money in this part of town and putting her heart into it.”

LaVerne Davis says visitors to the park are always curious about the garden, its dual public/private nature, and how it was developed. Many have an emotional reaction when visiting, especially when talking with her about the plants.

“We have a lot of folks come in and they are not familiar with a lot of plants but when they see ones like marigolds and coxcomb, they’re reminded of their grandmothers’ yards,” she says. “I remember one morning, a guy came by looking very, very sad. I smiled and said good morning. I asked him if he recognized any of these plants. He said he did — zinnia. When we finished talking, that sad, sad face was gone. He left with a big smile.”

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Family’s farming roots run five generations deep

20 Aug

This story, published in August 2012 in the Arkansas Democrat-Gazette, was awarded First Place in the freelance writing category in the Arkansas Press Association’s 2013 contest.

BY RHONDA OWEN

GRADY, Ark. — Fifth-generation farmer Jody Hardin calls his family’s heritage “the glue we can’t unglue.”  Hardins have lived in Grady and farmed the fertile alluvial soil of Lincoln County in southeastern Arkansas since the 19th century. Today, Grady’s Main Street is home to two Hardins — Jody and his uncle Ed Hardin, the town’s mayor. They live as neighbors a short stroll from City Hall in wood-frame houses that have been in the family for generations. Jody’s parents, Randy and Debbie Hardin, live within walking distance on Old Highway 65, next door to his grandfather, E.C. “Ned” Hardin.

“In Grady, we are rooted deeply into the land and our family heritage. It’s a huge source of pride,” Jody says. “We’re building on what our ancestors have built.”

SINCE THE 1890s, FARMING HAS SUSTAINED THE FAMILY, whose members have also been civic leaders, politicians, innovators in agricultural business and mentors for other farmers. Now the fourth and fifth generations are carrying on their heritage by promoting sustainability of small and medium-size farms that grow food to sell locally. Each generation has reinvented, reinvested and reimagined the concept and practice of farming. Through sheer will and a love of the land, they’ve persevered and held on during years when drought, heavy rains or hail destroyed all or most of their crops, leaving them with debt and little else. They lived off the land through the Depression and two world wars. They kept their business alive even as family farming gave way to corporate farming, and when staying in agriculture meant being dependent upon government subsidies and policy.

“This is a tough struggle,” says Randy Hardin, who successfully sought to keep his farm independent of government subsidies by switching from cotton to food crops in the 1980s. “You have to work practically seven days a week. You’re never without pressure or the stress of it. Nothing is guaranteed. Every year, you have to put out all this money and risk and there’s nothing to guarantee you’ll get it back.”

THE HARDIN FARMERS OF TODAY are 44-year-old Jody, his brother, 27-year-old Josh, and their father, Randy, 63. Randy’s father, E.C. “Ned” Hardin, 94, has retired although he’s always available as an invaluable source of knowledge. Randy’s brother, 69-year-old Ed Hardin, isn’t involved in farming, but as Grady’s mayor continues the family’s heritage of civic leadership. Since the early 20th century, Hardins have served on the Grady City Council and as school board members. They’ve donated land for the high school’s football field and provided a building for the Optimist Club’s annual fish fry. Ned Hardin and his wife ran the county’s revenue office for 20 years. Ned’s brother, Joe Hardin (who died in 1992), was an original member of the Arkansas Farm Bureau and served as president from 1948-55. He also ran for governor against Orval Faubus in 1960.

When Jody Hardin testified before the U.S. Senate Agriculture Committee in March on behalf of small farmers and sustainable agriculture, he was simply following the example set by his great-uncle Joe. “Uncle Joe spoke 32 consecutive years to the Senate Agriculture Committee,” Jody says. “He affected farm policy. We’re trying to follow in his footsteps to make a mark on. My dad has ended up being a mentor for beginning farmers. He’s helped a lot of people be successful. Now me and my brother, Josh, are helping young farmers. We’re kind of taking the baton in teaching, educating, mentoring.”

Jody, who started farming with his father since 1983, is known throughout Arkansas as an advocate for small farmers and for his stance that farmers’ markets are for farmers, rather than non-farmers who resell produced purchased wholesale. In 2008, he founded Certified Arkansas Farmers Market, which requires that its members verify they are the source of their products. A co-founder of the Argenta Market in North Little Rock, he serves as its local food coordinator. Jody raises fruits, vegetables and grass-fed beef and beefalo, heritage hogs and goats, and herbs on 20 acres at Grady. In pursuing and advocating direct farmer-to-consumer marketing, Jody follows the footstep of his father, who changed the family farm’s production from cotton to food in the 1980s.

agriculture“My dad has been through harder times than even the Depression,” says Jody. “What he’s gone through to keep the farm alive is a story in itself. He’s about broke his back … He carried $4 1/2 million in debt through the ‘80s.”

“THE WORST YEAR I EVER HAD WAS 1980,” Randy recalls. That’s the year he thought he’d really lose the farm. “There was a drought. We had high temperatures and we didn’t have irrigation. We had to mortgage all of our land.” He feared that was the end of the family business, just as his father, Ned, had in 1962 when a hail storm wiped out his cotton crop, and like his grandfather, E.C.Hardin Sr., believed when a fire gutted his cotton gin in the ‘40s. Well, maybe the fire was in  the ’50s, say Randy and his father,  who agrees with his son that there’s so much family history to keep up with that specific dates elude them.

Back to 1980. “We were in pretty bad financial shape and I was looking for some way to do things to get away from government payments,” Randy says, referring to agricultural subsidies paid to farmers to supplement their income and manage supply and demand. “If the government takes the payments away, the farmer is broke.” The solution, Randy says, was food crops. The family had always raised food for themselves, but not to sell. To bring his to fruition, he says, he traveled the country researching how to grow vegetables and learning about seeds, fertilizers and other issues specific to vegetable farming, which he says is entirely different from raising crops like soybeans and rice. Each vegetable and fruit has unique needs, and every year there are new developments in seed varieties and farming techniques to keep up with.

TODAY, THE HARDINS FARM AND MANAGE 1,000 ACRES at Grady while also harvesting about 1,400 acres of pecan trees in Mississippi, Louisiana and Arkansas. “We farm about 750 acres of soybeans and rent the rest to neighbors,” Randy says. “I have about 100 acres planted in vegetables.”

While bumping along in his pickup truck along narrow roads winding through the farmland surrounding Grady, Randy points out 15 acres of watermelons, eight acres of cantaloupes, 40 acres of sweet corn, 25 acres of purple hull peas, three acres of squash and two acres of cucumbers. The crops are planted in neat, virtually weed-free rows watered with a drip irrigation system. “We’ve had to put up this electric fence to keep out the coyotes and ‘coons from eating them up,” he says, gesturing toward wire strung along the melon patches. “We have several varieties of watermelon. We have icebox, seedless and some bigger watermelons that get to 30-40 pounds.”

Some crops are sold to wholesale produce dealers, but most are sold directly to consumers through Hardin Farms and Market Too on Arkansas 165 at Scott and other enterprises. A picking schedule is posted on the market’s web site (hardinfarmsandmarket.com). Customers check it and call in orders for produce, such as bicolor (white and yellow) sweet corn, and they’re contacted the day it’s picked, Randy says.

But produce wasn’t the only answer. To keep the farm a profitable operation, Randy followed in the footsteps of the first savior of the Hardin farm — great-grandmother Bettie Hardin, who took over the farm in 1898 when her husband died leaving her alone to support five young children, among them Ned’s father and Uncle Joe.  “She operated the farm,” Ned says. “She was the manager and my daddy was the manual labor. She raised hogs and chickens. She raised corn and we ground it up into cornmeal. She bought my father a cotton gin.”

MY GREAT-GRANDMOTHER WAS THE BONDING AGENT that got the family through the Depression,” Randy interjects. “She did everything imaginable. She sold stuffed pillows, chickens and hot tamales. She did sewing and took in boarders. She soaked corn cobs in coal oil to build a fire with. She kept the shucks to make tamales with. She plucked the feathers off of chickens and geese to make pillows.

“She saved the farm.”

Like Bettie Hardin, Randy has found that diversification can keep the farm running through good times and bad. “It’s hard, almost impossible, to live just off the farm. We have what I call ‘creative financing.’ We have a sawmill. We have pecan harvesting.  We have a catering business, a restaurant and a market, a commercial kitchen. We work constantly just to survive.”

BUT THERE ARE REWARDS.  “I love to watch the crops grow. I love the marketing end of it when things are going well. And there’s being your own boss. When you make another crop, then you’re proud you’ve succeeded and it’s one more year you’re able to stay here. You’re defying the odds. In this business, when you’ve made it another year and paid your debts and had enough to live on, then you’ve got a lot to be grateful for.”

Jody agrees, saying, “We ask ourselves all the time, ‘Why do we stay, why do we struggle so hard?’ But there’s not a chance we’re leaving. It’s our heritage.”

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Holy Sews: Tiny layettes comfort grieving parents of stillborn children

26 Feb

 “I sewed and I cried and I sewed and I cried” — Regina Binz

BY RHONDA OWEN

    On the day after Thanksgiving in 2008, Regina Binz and a friend visited hospitals in Northwest Arkansas to offer them something she wished she’d had the year before, when her son, whom she named Ryan Henry, died in her womb 17 weeks into her pregnancy.

(Holy Sews photo)

    During the months since his death in 2007, Binz had been working through her grief by designing an outfit suitable for miscarried and stillborn babies, who are unimaginably tiny and fragile.
    She had refined her concept and created a tunic open on the sides, which could be placed over a baby’s head, then secured with a ribbon. Fetuses in early stages of development are simply too delicate and small for typical baby clothing. Even doll clothes don’t work because they have small arm and head openings, plus fasteners that could tear a baby’s gossamer skin.
    After much trial and error, Binz had a prototype for a workable garment. Her goal was to make and donate them to hospital delivery units so they would have something pretty, soft, durable and small in which to wrap the little ones before showing them to their parents.
    Her first stop was Mercy Medical Center in Rogers, Binz recalls. “We took our stuff in to show them. The nurse at the desk looked at us like we were crazy and she said, ‘Are you kidding me?’ Then she told me they had a mother delivering a stillborn baby at that moment and they needed the tunic right then.”
    Binz had been planning to keep the prototype, but handed it over — with an unexpected feeling of gratitude — after hearing the nurse’s words. Being able to offer such a gift to another mother was a balm to her grief. It also meant she was on the right path with her plan for the garments. Until that point, she had been ambivalent — she needed to find an outlet for her grief but she also knew she needed to focus on raising her daughter, Torrie, then 7 years old.
    “When I found out that mother was having a boy, it was like a moment of affirmation. The sense of affirmation and liberation is hard to describe.”
   

Handmade layettes by Holy Sews volunteers

 Since that day, Binz and the group she founded, Holy Sews, have made and furnished 700 to 800 layettes — each one with a tiny tunic, blanket, knitted cap (petite enough to fit the narrow end of an egg) and miniature teddy bear — to 32 hospitals in the state.
    The group meets once a month at Our Lady of the Holy Souls Catholic Church in Little Rock, where Binz lives, to cut, sew and embellish layettes. Many of the women have lost babies themselves, while others just want to help. The ecumenical group of volunteers spends an afternoon cutting, sewing, assembling and packaging the layettes.
    On a Sunday in October, the parish hall at Holy Souls was filled with the jackhammer-like sound of sewing machines and cheerful chatter. Binz pointed to a blue gown for a baby born prematurely on a stand next to a smocklike tunic about one-third the size of the gown.
    “This is what my son was wrapped in,” she says. “That was humongous, but that wasn’t on my mind when they brought my son to me. I wasn’t thinking, ‘I’ll make clothes for all the babies of the world.’”
    Her son weighed 3 ounces and measured 7 inches, barely the length of her hand. Binz and her husband, Kevin, wanted to see their son so the nurses brought Ryan to them wrapped in a regular-size hospital blanket.
    “My son was handed to me with his head folded over like it might break off,” Binz says. “It was very startling. That’s what I kept in mind when I was working on the tunic and blanket. I wanted to make something that would support the head so that wouldn’t happen to another mother.”
    With that in mind, she worked on her design, discarding idea after idea until she was sure she had created the ideal garment.
    “I sewed and I cried and I sewed and I cried,” Binz says. “It’s a simple design, but it took me forever to get right.”
    Among the first mothers to receive the Holy Sews layettes was Megan Garrison, who gave birth to stillborn twins Bella (6.8 ounces) and Paschal (7.2 ounces) on April 10, 2009. The boy and girl were 21 weeks old. Babies who die after 20 weeks of pregnancy are considered stillborn, while those who die earlier are termed miscarriages or “pregnancy loss,” according to the National Stillbirth Society.
    “As soon as I got them, I was so touched,” Garrison says of the layettes. A video montage of photos shows the twins first wrapped in white washcloths, then dressed in blue and pink tunics with matching caps and blankets. One photo shows Garrison smiling and holding both babies.
    

Doll-size knitted caps are part of each layette

Being able to see her babies, hold them and examine them — “they have all your features already” — was a “nice closure,” Garrison says. And seeing them dressed like other babies instead of wrapped in a piece of cloth used for bathing is a measure of comfort during an immeasurably painful loss.
    Treasure Grier, a nurse for four years in the labor and delivery unit at the UAMS Medical Center, says having the layettes on hand is a blessing for the nurses, who must present the stillborn and miscarried babies to devastated parents.
    “We love them, we love them, we love them,” she says of Holy Sews tunics. “They’re easy to place on the babies, they’re beautiful and we feel like we’re giving parents a pretty baby. That’s important because they don’t always look as beautiful as parents would hope or expect.”
    She said parents are always appreciative. “We’ve never had anyone respond negatively” to seeing their baby in a tunic and cap. “It creates a beautiful memory and we send it home with the family,” Grier says. “For the parents, it’s a tangible thing that their baby wore, their baby held.”
    Sometimes the babies are cremated or buried in the layettes at parents’ request.
    The need for the layettes is greater than you might imagine, Grier says, explaining that a week earlier, there were six pregnancy losses within two days at the hospital. “It’s never-ending. All we can do is try to make it easier on the parents.”
    Money for Holy Sews’ supplies comes solely from donations — sometimes from people who have received layettes but also from people who just want to help. Holy Souls church also provides funding, Binz says. Each layette is blessed by a Catholic priest before being given to a hospital.
    Word has spread about the project and Binz is mentoring four women in other states who want to begin Holy Sews programs. “Every day, I send them an e-mail. I’m trying to use that as an opportunity to write a procedure manual,” she says.
    Binz says the project has healed her and is doing the same for the other mothers involved. And she’ll always remember the day the healing began.
    “I never met that mother at Mercy Hospital, but I always think about her the day after Thanksgiving. After that day, I could move again. I became excited about Christmas again. I was liberated.”

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This article originally appeared in the Nov. 30, 2011, Family section of the Arkansas Democrat-Gazette.

A fine edge

20 Feb

Some of the finest knife-sharpening rock is found in the Ouachitas

By Rhonda Owen
    PEARCY — My father always said that a dull knife is more dangerous than a sharp one because the extra pressure needed to cut something with a knife that has lost its edge increases the chances of the blade slipping. So he kept his knives — pocket, kitchen, hunting — micro-sharp, testing their edges by shaving hairs on his arm.
    He had a lot of knives, so it seemed like he was always sharpening one. I recall the biting whisper of steel on stone as he drew a knife toward him, covering the length of the blade with each sure swipe.
    Focused and flowing, the act of sharpening knives seemed like a type of meditation, a Zen-like ritual. Of course, he’d laugh at that, but no doubt he’d agree there was a certain satisfaction in the repetitive task.
    Sadly, I never asked him to teach me how to sharpen a knife. I don’t know why; perhaps I thought he’d remember the time I sliced a forefinger trying to whittle with my Brownie knife and worry that I might cut myself more deeply. Maybe I was simply respectful of his reverie, or so I’d like to think.
   

This four-sided sharpener features four grades of Arkansas stone. (Rhonda Owen/2011)

 My father was old-school, keeping a finely honed edge on his blades with natural sharpening stones that he bought in Hot Springs. While he occasionally acquired other types of whetstones, he preferred the Arkansas stones because “they were the only good ones.”
    Using a whetstone as my father did takes more time and skill than using sharpening products popular today — electric grinders, rabbit-ear ceramic rods, manmade diamond stones, two-sided V-shaped devices that let you pull the blade through carbide and ceramic surfaces, to name a few. These are favored by the kitchen variety of knife users; sportsmen, woodworkers and knifemakers still hone the edges of their blades with stone, although not all use novaculite.
    Sharpening a knife with an Arkansas whetstone is a natural for Arkansans because the state’s generous deposits of novaculite put it first in the country for production of silica stone abrasives, according to the Encyclopedia of Arkansas. The dense white-to-grayish-black microcrystalline quartzite stone quarried and cut in mines west of Hot Springs is valued as a premiere sharpening material throughout the world.
 “The Arkansas stone is the only stone on the market that actually polishes as it sharpens,” says Richard Hall, owner of Hall’s Arkansas Oilstones at Pearcy. Hall mines all grades of novaculite from a quarry he leases from the federal government in the Ouachita National Forest in Montgomery County. He says novaculite removes less metal from a knife, or whatever’s being sharpened, than a manmade stone does.
    “Arkansas stone” is a term recognized by hunters, butchers, master knifemakers, cooks and others all over the world, says Dan Kirschman, owner of Dan’s Whetstone Co., also at Pearcy. Kirschman has been in the business of mining and cutting novaculite for personal, commercial and industrial applications since 1976.
    “Arkansas stone has been used for probably centuries and is well known for sharpening capabilities,” says Lin Rhea, blacksmith and knifemaker at Historic Arkansas Museum in Little Rock. “Among stones in general, the Arkansas has the best cut and qualities. We’ve got Arkansas medium soft, Arkansas translucent, black novaculite surgical … I prefer using it because it’s natural and because I learned to sharpen with it growing up.”
    Hall says he and Kirschman are among only a few businesses still mining their own Arkansas stone today, but at one time there were at least 10. Hall deals in whetstones of all sizes — from “bench stones” that are 4 to 12 inches long to pocket stones that are 3 to 4 inches long.

A block of quarried novaculite is cut into smaller pieces by a diamond saw. Dan Kirschman, owner of Dan’s Whetstone Co., says the pieces are then processed into whetstones. (Rhonda Owen/2011)

 Kirschman’s novaculite products include whetstones (among them two-, three- and four-sided honers), but he also produces flints for antique flintlock guns, triangular and cylindrical sharpeners for getting into small spaces, black stones used by gemstone companies in Germany for testing gold karat weight, small wheels for polishing diamonds and larger wheels for sharpening tools such as axes.
    His biggest market is the dental industry, for which he makes tiny triangular rods for polishing dental instruments. Companies that make dental equipment buy only the whitest of the translucent novaculite “because it symbolizes purity,” Kirschman says.
    Novaculite has been in use for centuries and longer, he says. Prehistoric American Indians fashioned it into tools and weapons. Arrowheads uncovered in areas throughout Arkansas are made of novaculite from the Ouachita Mountain range. Early settlers used the stone to sharpen woodcutting tools.
    According to Kirschman’s web site, “mining records indicate that settlers … began mining in the early 1800s near Magnet Cove in Hot Spring County” and mining has remained constant since 1885.
    Most working quarries today are in Garland, Hot Spring, Montgomery and Saline counties, but ridges of whetstone quality novaculite are primarily confined to Garland and surrounding counties.
    All grades of novaculite from Arkansas are technically Arkansas stone, but the term refers specifically to the most fine-grained novaculite, Kirschman says. A second category of Arkansas novaculite is the coarser and less dense “Washita stone.”
   

Stacks of novaculite wait to be cut and processed at Dan’s Whetstone, a family-owned operation at Pearcy, Ark. (Rhonda Owen/2011)

   White and black novaculite are the most prized, but the opaque stone is found in many colors (often within the same piece of rock) — pink, gray, rust, blue-black and brown.
    “If two grades of stone are the same color, the general public has a difficult time determining the difference,” Kirschman says, explaining that color typically isn’t tied to variations in hardness or grade of a stone. He also notes that the terms quality and grade aren’t interchangeable when referring to novaculite. In fact, most of the terminology used to describe novaculite isn’t clear to people outside the industry.
    “Grade is the texture, while quality can mean either workmanship or natural variations in the material. We have classifications of grades of the different qualities. People don’t realize there isn’t a lot of difference in the grain size from a coarse stone to an extra fine stone.”
    What determines the quality of a stone is not the size of the grains within it but “density and specific gravity” or the compactness of the grains and the void between them.
    An enlargement of a microscopic picture of the surface of novaculite looks like a piece of quartz — craggy and pitted, with points of all sizes. Without magnification, however, the surface appears smooth.
    All those pits and points are what shave and capture tiny bits of metal removed when sharpening a knife, Kirschman says.
    “An Arkansas stone is a maintenance stone because it doesn’t take off a lot of metal in a hurry. By the same token, it doesn’t deface and scratch a knife up. It actually polishes as it abrades.”
    Novaculite also is unique in that it doesn’t wear down or hollow out with consistent use, he says. But to maintain its surface, it needs to be oiled with a light mineral oil with each use. If treated right, an Arkansas stone lasts for generations.
    “You’d be amazed at how many people have their daddy or grandfather’s Arkansas stone and are still using them.”

SHARP ADVICE
    Here are steps and advice for honing a knife using an Arkansas stone — also called an oilstone because it requires oil — provided by Lin Rhea, Dan Kirschman and Richard Hall.
    “The single most important thing is the consistency of the angle of the knife,” Hall says.
When sharpening a general purpose knife (most knives), the knife edge should be held against the stone at a 22 1/2-degree angle. A thin filet knife should be sharpened at a 15-degree angle.
    Kirschman’s whetstones are mounted in wooden frames that provide a guide for the most common angle. Hall describes how to establish an angle without a guide:
    “Lay your knife flat on the stone, then look at the width of the blade from the sharp part to the top part. You want onethird of that blade off the back of the edge of that stone. Then lift the back end of the knife about one-fourth of an inch. At that point, you can get your pointing finger on the edge.”
    Once an angle is established, pull the knife right to left across the stone, moving the knife so that the length of the blade is sharpened with each swipe. “Start closer to the handle of the knife and cover the entire stone and entire length of the knife blade,” Kirschman says. Pull 10 times on one side, then flip the knife to the other side and pull it across 10 times. The point is to sharpen the edge evenly on both sides of the blade.
    Always apply honing oil to the stone before use (honing oil is usually included when you buy a stone).
    “Oil will float the microscopic pieces of metal that come off with every stroke. It floats them up and away and allows the stone to cut better,” Rhea says.
    After finishing a sharpening session, wash the oil off of the stone with soap and water.
    When sharpening a knife, you can either use only the medium grade of novaculite or use medium and fine. The medium stone will sharpen the knife; use the fine stone next to refine the edge.
    Anytime you sharpen a knife, you’ll establish a “burr,” which is “a little foil edge waiting to be removed,” Rhea says. The average knife user probably wouldn’t finish polishing the knife to remove the burr (which would come off during normal use) but knifemakers and others would do so using a third tool — a leather strop that has been coated with a polishing compound.

A version of this article originally appeared Dec. 11, 2011, in the Arkansas Democrat-Gazette.

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‘Petscape’ for peace in the yard

11 Jul

BY RHONDA OWEN
Trying to have both pets and a nice-looking yard can make amateur landscapers wring their garden gloves in frustration.

Dogs can be particularly destructive — not that they mean to be. It’s just that they don’t know the difference between an ornamental bush and a fire hydrant. They don’t see the flowers and other plants along the fence line as anything more than obstacles blocking them when they patrol the perimeter of their territory. They don’t know — or care — that their urine discolors and kills grass.

Many homeowners are frustrated in their landscaping efforts by neighbors’ outdoor cats or feral cats that see flower beds as the natural litter boxes. Really, if you’re a cat, wouldn’t you think that soft dirt is there for your benefit?

Pet owners needn’t give up on landscaping their yards, but should consider “petscaping” — creating an environment in which pets and plants may co-exist, even thrive.

DOGS AND GRASS

Dog urine “burns” or kills grass because it contains nitrogen. While there is nitrogen in the soil, the amount in urine (and the bigger the dog, the more urine and, therefore, more nitrogen) upsets the balance in the soil, in turn leaving ugly yellow or dead spots in the grass.

Dilute the effects of the urine by saturating the area with water within nine hours after a dog pees on the spot. You can also resod or reseed the area but, of course, if the dog continues pee on that spot, the problem will reoccur.

Replant with a hardy grass such as fescue or  one of the ryegrass varieties, which are more resistant to damage from urine.

Another option has nothing to do with landscaping, but deals with training. Train your dog to do his business in one area of the yard — an area of your choosing. (I’ll give you tips for that in another post.)

HOLES

Many dogs like to dig. They dig under bushes, in the lawn, along the fence; dogs have even been know to dig up small shrubs. They dig for fun, because they’re bored or to create a cool spot to curl up in.

Filling holes with dirt (or, as some pet owners do, yuck, with a dog’s own feces) is a temporary solution. Think longterm. Give a dog his own space, either by creating a separate yard within the main yard or by building a digging spot.

For a digging area, create a raised bed using railroad ties, rocks or some other type of edging. Then fill the bed with a mixture of soil and sand. The sand will keep the dirt from clumping and the dirt will provide the cool dirt sensation that dogs prefer. Make a game of hiding toys or treat balls in the digging pit for your dog to discover. Make the pit a rewarding place and your dog should stop digging elsewhere.

A yard within a yard involves sectioning off an area and designating it solely for the dog. To make the area attractive, edge it with decorative fencing and line the area with decorative mulch.

The yard within the yard doesn’t always have to be strictly delineated; it may simply be an open area where the dog has room to roam. Don’t fill a yard with so many plants and landscape elements that the dog can’t move around without breaking or trampling on something.

ON THE EDGE

Dogs naturally patrol the perimeter of their territory whether it’s a wall, a fence or a hedge, so anything planted in those areas may be crushed, broken or destroyed.
Dogs also check out any noise they hear outside the yard, so high-traffic areas (such as gates and and where your yard meets your neighbor’s) will also suffer.

Identify the high-traffic areas and plan for them. Leave at least 18 inches along a fence line open for the dog. Cover areas trampled bare with mulches or pea gravel, but don’t use anything with sharp edges (such as crushed gravel).

Although you need to leave space for a dog to move along the fence line, create a fence within a fence by planting a row of low shrubs or varieties that get tall enough and create an overhang with room for the dog to walk under the foliage. If you want a hedge, keep it full on the side facing your yard and trimmed back on the fence side.

Deciduous shrubs to consider planting include crepe myrtle, barberry, forsythia,  buddelia (butterfly bush) and Rose of Sharon. Evergreen shrubs you may want to look at include American holly, yaupon, camellia sasanqua, Burford holly and juniper. Check with your county Cooperative Extension office for more suggestions.

If your dog or cat likes to chew on plants, you can check with the Animal Poison Control Center of the American Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals for lists of toxic and non-toxic plants.

KEEP AWAY

If you have a problem with cats visiting your yard or digging in your garden spots and flower beds, then you know there are no sure-fire ways to keep them out. But there are things you can do to make an area unattractive to cats.

Before planting in a bed or garden, spread a layer of chicken wire over the planting area. Cats don’t like the feel of chicken wire on their paws and will avoid it. You can cut holes in the wire to give you spots big enough to put plants into the ground.

Engage in scent warfare by planting things such as rosemary, sage, lavender and coleus nanina, which all have pungent aromas cats dislike. Some cats abhor the smell of coffee, so you could spread a layer of coffee grounds in the garden. The scent of oranges turns off some cats, so you could sprinkle orange peels in problem areas.

Some people suggest putting mothballs in a flowerbed to keep cats away. I tried this without success. In fact, I found my neighbor’s cat napping in the middle of the mothballs.

Go for texture. Cats don’t like walking on bristly or rough surfaces, so make the area unappealing with  rock mulch or pine cones.

For folks who want to go high-tech, there are motion-activated devices (such as the Scarecrow Sprinkler) on the market that spray water or make noises to drive away cats, and other animals from specific areas.

A version of this article appeared July 25, 2009, in the HomeStyle section of the Arkansas Democrat-Gazette.

State AARP president Mary Dillard advocates for senior citizens

5 Jun
Arkansas Democrat-Gazette, High Profile, June 5, 2011

BY RHONDA OWEN, Special to the Democrat-Gazette

 

Mary Dillard

Friends and colleagues — few describe themselves as merely one or the other — say the qualities that have made Arkansas AARP President Mary Dillard a well-liked and sought-after political and nonprofit consultant for more than 30 years also make her a person whose friendships are lasting and held close to the heart.

   “I was drawn to her by her wit and her perceptiveness about people,” says Judith Faust, who met Dillard in 1979 when the two co-managed Gloria Cabe’s first successful campaign for state representative. 

   “She’s my friend who cries when she laughs and laughs when she cries,” Faust says. “When she laughs, it’s with her whole self.”

    Nan Selz, director of the Arkansas Museum of Discovery, met Dillard in the 1970s while Dillard was in charge of a nonprofit trade association.

   “Mary’s a wonderful friend. She’s always there for you, always supportive, but at the same time she’s realistic,” Selz says.

    Ron Copeland, a former neighbor who shared office space with Dillard during the 1990s while both ran separate consulting businesses, says Dillard is “very bright, very articulate, understands people and community, and is able to apply all of that in whatever she’s involved in.”

    When asked about herself, Dillard answers with an air of one who finds it more satisfying to discuss issues and ideas. But she talks easily and joyfully of the people she cherishes. That, too, endears her to others.

    “She does not have a big ego and isn’t focused on promoting herself,” says Walter Nunn, who met Dillard when he was director of the Arkansas Institute of Politics and Government in the early 1970s.

    Dillard, whose birthday in January placed her in the first wave of baby boomers to reach age 65, doesn’t lack for accomplishments to talk about.

    Her experience as a political consultant includes running winning campaigns for Pulaski County Judge Buddy Villines, Arkansas Supreme Court Justice Robert Brown, former Secretary of State Sharon Priest, former Saline County Sheriff Judy Pridgen (one of Dillard’s two sisters), and others through her business, Dillard & Associates Inc.

    Other accomplishments include successful campaigns for a constitutional amendment to allow millage increases for public library funding, to change Little Rock’s form of city government and to raise money for the Pulaski County jail.

    She’s also known for volunteering, having served as president of the boards of Arkansas Women’s Action Fund, Arkansas Hunger Coalition, Women of Arkansas in Political Action, as well as more than a dozen other nonprofit organizations.

    DOWN ON THE FARM

    For most of her career, Dillard’s work was based in central Arkansas. Since 2004, she has been living and working from her home — or “farmette,” as she calls it — at Farmington in Northwest Arkansas. She has also changed the name of her business to Mary Dillard Consulting.

    Dillard moved to Farmington from Little Rock after her husband, Tom Dillard, was hired as director of the University Libraries’ special collections department at the University of Arkansas at Fayetteville.

    The couple, who were introduced by Nunn, celebrated their 28th wedding anniversary in January. Their wedding, Faust says, was the “quintessential political wedding.”

    “They were married in the state Capitol in the governor’s conference room by Steele Hayes, the Supreme Court justice,” she says.

    In Little Rock, the couple were well known — Mary for her work and volunteer activities, and Tom as a gifted gardener and historian. Their home garden was on the Little Rock Garden Club tour more than once. They were also among the first people in the city to raise chickens in their backyard, which they began on the advice of friend P. Allen Smith, lifestyle expert and gardener.

    At Farmington, they’ve continued to raise a variety of chickens for fun and for their eggs. Among the breeds in their flock are “Americana, which lays pretty green eggs. We’ve also got Barred Plymouth Rocks, Rhode Island Red, Brown Leghorn and Special Sussex,” she says.

    And, naturally, they have a large garden on their 28-acre farm. She says her husband likes to plan and plant the garden, while her job is to harvest the vegetables and fruits. “We have a great blackberry patch so I make blackberry jam.”

    Since Dillard has lived on the farm, Faust has visited many times. Sometimes she and other friends spend the weekend.

    ‘‘Mary is a world-class cook and a marvelous, effortless hostess,” Faust says. “It’s always such a treat to go to Tom and Mary’s house because we know there will be terrific conversation, gardens to walk through and terrific food.”

    THE ACTIVE LIFE

   Dillard’s life isn’t entirely bucolic. She is involved in volunteer activities and civic organizations such as the Rotary Club, plus she works part time.

   Five years ago, she became a consultant for the Arkansas Coalition Against Sexual Assault.

   “I’m not as busy as I once was, but I work about 20 hours a week to develop training materials and conduct training sessions for sexual assault victim advocates and the police.” 

   She’s passionate about making sure law enforcement officials, medical professionals and others who deal with directly with survivors are well trained. Education even includes the language used when talking to or about survivors.

    “Often the victim is referred to as the ‘accuser’ so there’s a shift to make her seem like the aggressor,” Dillard says. “That shifts attention to the women who are victims and away from the men who are being violent.”

    Dillard is equally passionate about her volunteer work with the AARP and ensuring that senior citizens continue to have choices regarding health care and other aspects of their lives. She joined the AARP’s executive council not long after moving to Farmington and was elected the organization’s president in 2007.

    Dillard provides leadership for more than 500 volunteers in Arkansas, says Maria Reynolds-Diaz, Arkansas AARP director.

    “She is a wonderful leader, facilitator, strategist, planner and organizer,” Reynolds-Diaz says. “She has just brought a wealth of information to the state office because of her skills and experience.”

    She says Dillard’s knowledge about government systems and politics has made her an ideal person to represent the AARP when talking with Arkansas’ congressmen and senators about issues such as preserving Social Security and closing the Medicare Part D coverage gap, known as the doughnut hole.

    Dillard says she believes that Social Security will survive efforts to change or dismantle it, while Medicare may not.

    “Medicare is going to be something different. It’s an expensive program, but it has made a huge amount of difference in terms of health care and the well-being of Americans.”

    Results of a recent AARP survey showed that older Americans are optimistic about the future, an attitude that Dillard says she shares. She notes that she and fellow baby boomers are healthier and more youthful than their parents or grandparents were at the same age.

    “Both my grandmothers were dead before they were 60. My mother died at 72 and that’s only seven years older than I am now. I hope I’ve got more than seven years left. But I think I have a younger outlook than my mother did at 65.”

    ALWAYS A LEADER

    Her mother, Hazel Frost, taught math at Benton High School, which Dillard and her siblings attended. “We could never get away with anything,” she says.

    Dillard has two younger sisters, Pridgen and Carol Perry, and an older brother, Larry. They grew up in Benton (Pridgen and Perry still live there), where her father, C.L. Frost — “Everybody called him Jack” — owned a used-furniture store called Frost’s Trading Post.

    “I was kind of a nerd,” Dillard says. “I was in the band until 10th grade. I was on the student council and I was in Beta Club.”

    Since both parents worked, the Frost children were responsible for household chores. “Mary was the chief cook and bottle washer,” Pridgen says. “She kind of gave us all orders, therefore we all learned how to cook by the time we were 12 years old.

    “Our parents raised us to be independent and do what we thought was right. Mary has carried that on through her life.”

    Pridgen says she benefited from her sister’s political acumen when she ran for Saline County sheriff in 1992.

    “Mary did all of my campaigns for me. She’s always been very smart and a real leader,” says Pridgen, who won that election. She served two terms as sheriff and in 2002 won a special election for a seat in the state Senate.

    THE SCIENCE OF POLITICS

    Dillard no longer manages political campaigns, but during her political heyday, she sometimes ran eight or nine campaigns simultaneously.

    “I’d be working seven days a week with lots of deadlines and lots of pressure,” she says. “There’s so much pressure on the candidate so there’s a lot of hand-holding and reassuring, and keeping them from going off half-cocked and doing something stupid.”

    Dillard says she enjoyed the work despite the pressure, and “for a while it was really fun.”

    She hadn’t planned on a career as a political consultant, but she found her training as a scientist abetted her new career. She has a bachelor’s degree in zoology from the University of Arkansas at Fayetteville and a master’s degree in environmental biology from the University of Colorado at Boulder.

    During the summer of 1972, after finishing graduate school, she participated in a scientific project in the northern part of Yugoslavia that is now Slovenia. Afterward, she returned to Arkansas.

    Once she was back in her home state, Dillard says, she wasn’t able to find a job as a scientist, so she began working as the administrator for the Human Service Providers Organization, which later became NonProfit Resources. “Then the scientific method that I’d been trained in became useful in planning social programs.”

    While working for the nonprofit trade association, Dillard attended a class at the Arkansas Institute of Politics and Government. There, she met Walter Nunn, then director of the institute, one of four that the Ford Foundation established to teach people how to run political campaigns.

    “Mary showed a real talent for campaign organizing,” Nunn says. “You have to be organized with a capital ‘O’ because a campaign, by virtue of being temporary, is really difficult to run efficiently.

    “You have to have a strong personality to deal with the candidate, then be able to lay out all the things you need to do. Mary was good about having the vision about what should happen at what stages in a campaign,” he says. “She knew her job was to keep the candidate on track, organize all the resources, keep the troops happy and coordinate all the activities.”

    Dillard says she was “very picky” about the candidates she assisted. “I didn’t want to work for anyone I didn’t think would be a good public servant.”

    Also, she wanted to run campaigns based on facts and legitimate issues, and she was opposed to name-calling and mudslinging.

    “I didn’t have a lot of stomach for it,” she says. “Really, you get jaded because there can be such mean and nasty things you have to contend with.”

    She now prefers to work with nonprofit organizations. “There’s a whole lot less stress.”

    ‘A KEEPER’

    Dillard never considered making the leap from consultant to candidate. “Political consultants make the worst candidates,” she says.

    Faust recalls once overhearing Dillard being asked about potential political aspirations.

    “We were at some gathering and somebody asked Mary, ‘When are you going to run for office?’ She stopped and looked at them and said, ‘Oh, good Lord, I don’t want to be a politician.’ Then she paused — and she had a little twinkle in her eye — and she said, ‘I just want to own a few.’

    “That’s when I knew she was a keeper.”

    Faust, Selz and another friend, Virginia Brissey, have had a “wonderful sustaining friendship” with Dillard for more than 30 years.

    “We’ve been through divorce, death of a husband, death of a child,” Dillard says. “We have a nice dinner once a month and it’s better and cheaper than therapy.”

    The friends — who dubbed themselves “Foursquare” — have traveled together to Thailand, Mexico, Italy, France and other countries throughout the years.

    The trip to Thailand was sponsored by Heifer International, so they visited and spent the night at a rustic village in the remote northern part of the country.

    “We slept in a bamboo hut. The people were subsistence rice farmers and they had no electricity. For water, they had cisterns on the mountain,” Dillard says. “You don’t realize how rich we are until you experience their lives.”

    After dinner, the local women, wearing ornate silver headdresses, performed their “spinning song,” then asked the American visitors to share something from their culture. So Dillard and her friends found themselves dancing the hokeypokey together in northern Thailand.

    “I feel like I’m the most fortunate person in the world,” she says. “I have wonderful friends and a wonderful family and am married to an exceptional man.”

Alyse Cynthia Eady

24 Apr

Published April 24, 2011, Arkansas Democrat-Gazette/High Profile

As first runnerup in the Miss America Pageant, Alyse Eady has been the toast of the talk shows with her yodeling ventriloquism act. She is now moving on to her next act — an anchor at KTHV, Channel 11.

BY RHONDA OWEN

Beautiful, impeccably groomed, poised and well-spoken, Miss Arkansas Alyse Eady is exactly what you’d expect in a pageant queen. But, still, there’s something about her that’s unexpected. You sense it, but can’t quite put a finger on it.

It could be her genuine manner, unaffected despite the perfection of her persona. Maybe it’s that the 23-year-old possesses a light, youthful spirit while also displaying mature confidence. Perhaps it’s her warm engaging manner that draws you in. Or it could be that when she asks a question, she leans forward to hear your answer.

Maybe it’s all of these things. Whatever it is, Eady’s appeal extends from wide-eyed innocents who see her as a fairy-tale princess to cynics who consider the pageant system a less than charming anachronism.

Miss Arkansas Alyse Eady performs with her friends

Some even see this young woman from Fort Smith as the antidote to negative stereotypes about beauty queens. Case in point: MSNBC’s hard-nosed news anchor Rachel Maddow, who interviewed Eady on her Feb. 11 show.
“Meeting you … it made me feel bad about being snarky and cynical about beauty pageants,” said Maddow, who gushingly described Eady’s appearance as “pure happiness” and labeled the segment “Moment of Joy.”

Whatever Maddow had expected, Eady — unruffled, focused and naturally charming — wasn’t it. Her first words to Eady were, “I don’t believe you’re real.”

But she is real — there it is. Childhood friend Haley Ray describes Eady as “the kind of person who will never say anything bad about anyone else. But at the same time, she’s very honest.”
When talking with Eady, you can’t help but wonder what the 2011 Miss America Pageant judges could have been thinking when they bypassed her to crown Teresa Scanlan, the 17-year- old Miss Nebraska.

But Eady neither wonders nor cares. She believes not winning has given her the best of both worlds — national recognition as first runnerup and the ability to continue representing her state as Miss Arkansas. Also, as first runner-up, she avoids the obligations that accompany the Miss America crown.

As Miss Arkansas, Eady was already a celebrity in her home state. But after her impressive showing at Miss America, she attained an almost star status. Consider this: Since the Miss America pageant Jan. 15, the youtube.com video of Eady’s yodeling ventriloquism act — singing Patsy Montana’s “I Want to Be a Cowboy’s Sweetheart” with two puppets — has logged nearly 473,000 views. In contrast, total views for the video of Scanlan’s crowning are less than 100,000.

Being recognized everywhere she goes, having more Facebook friend requests than she can accept (she’s near the 5,000 limit and has about as many pending) and appearing on Late Night With David Letterman as well as on MSNBC and Inside Edition can be a heady experience for the daughter of an insurance salesman and a speech pathologist in small-city Arkansas.

But she doesn’t find it hard to be humble.

“I have to remember that it’s not because I’m Alyse,” Eady says of the attention she receives. “It’s because I’m Miss Arkansas. It’s because of the position that I’m in. That helps keep it in perspective.”

TIME WITH MOM
Many beauty pageant contestants devote their childhood and teen years to the dream of becoming Miss America.

For Eady, pageant competition was only one of many interests during her childhood. Her first pageant wasn’t planned, but simply happened.

“We were at the mall shopping,” recalls her mother, Lady Eady. “There was this contest and a lady there said, ‘Give me $25 and you can enter.’ Alyse had on a fluffy yellow dress and her hair in two ponytails, so I just put her up on stage. She placed third. She was only 2 then.”

Afterward, Lady Eady says, she wondered how well her daughter could do if she were actually prepared. For a second pageant, she dressed Alyse in a fancy purple dress with hand-sewn detailing and carefully styled her hair. Alyse won the overall title, taking home her first prize — a white rabbit-fur coat.

Alyse went on to win many more pageants, impressing judges by singing “On the Good Ship Lollipop,” “9-to-5,” and, at age 4, Bob Seger’s “Old Time Rock and Roll” — “her favorite,” Lady Eady says.

Pageants weren’t a motivation in themselves, Eady and her mother say. Pageants gave them a shared interest, just as older brothers Martin and Scott shared an interest in sports with her father, Lewis.

Eady points out that the pageants in which she was involved weren’t like those depicted on TLC’s Toddlers and Tiaras, a reality show focused on little girls wearing heavy makeup and sporting spray-on tans.

She and her mother carefully chose pageants that focused on more than appearance.

“For us, it was about finding one where they cared more about how we were able to interact with the judges than how we looked, and where they cared more about our personalities than our wardrobes.”

She laughs, recalling her modest wardrobe. “Most of my dresses came from J.C. Penney’s. I was a national pageant winner for Our Diamond Miss National Supreme in a dress from Penney’s. And I had buck teeth.

“It’s funny to look back on that now, but it was a lot of fun, those years with my mother.”

NORMAL CHILDHOOD
When Eady was 8, her interest in pageants waned and didn’t pick up again until late in her teens.

“I gave up pageants for several years and was just a normal student,” Eady says. “I focused on academics, gymnastics and cheerleading. I also started competing in talent competitions, which enabled me to really master ventriloquism and focus on that skill.

“Pageants have never consumed my life and I had a very normal childhood.”

Eady’s interest in ventriloquism — “just one of those weird things that I like” — surfaced at age 9, after she saw another girl performing a ventriloquism act.

“It instantly captivated me because I had never seen it before,” Eady says.

Lady Eady says she initially was skeptical about her daughter’s new interest as well as her ability to master it.

“We were riding in the car and she just out of the blue told me she wanted to be a ventriloquist,” Lady Eady recalls. “I was so surprised and said, ‘You can’t do ventriloquism.’ But then she started talking with her teeth together so I thought, well, maybe she could do it.”

Eady taught herself by watching tapes of ventriloquist Shari Lewis. Lady Eady drew on her experience as a speech pathologist to help her daughter learn to speak clearly without moving her mouth.

“My mother was able to help a lot,” Eady says. “Different sounds are hard to do in ventriloquism. When we talk, we move our lips on letters like B, P, L, M, O. You learn to mix letters and make substitute sounds to make it work.”

After practicing for a few months, she entered and won a talent contest at the Sebastian County Fair using a fuzzy dog puppet whose arms wrap around her neck. Eady still uses “Loreen” occasionally; it was one of two puppets she used in the Miss Teen Arkansas Pageant in 2004 with an act in which she sang, yodeled, clog danced and did ventriloquism. Her song then, as in the Miss America pageant, was ”I Want to Be a Cowboy’s Sweetheart.”

She learned the song when she was 9 and, while it’s the song she’s known for, she has a repertoire of 15 others. On Rachel Maddow’s show, she demonstrated as much by singing — with pigtailed puppet Rosie — snippets of Johnny Cash’s “I’ve Been Everywhere,” Hank Williams’ “Jambalaya,” and Patsy Montana’s “If Only I Could Learn to Yodel.”

SEPARATE LIVES

In addition to Loreen and Rosie, Eady has 12 other puppets. Rosie, one of her pageant “children,” accompanied her when she attended Ouachita Baptist University in Arkadelphia, from which she graduated in 2010 with a bachelor’s degree in mass communication.

At OBU, Eady was a typical student, studying hard while also immersing herself in service and social projects, says friend Andrew Ford.

During her spare time, she volunteered with the Big Brothers and Big Sisters mentoring program. Eady was also hostess for the school’s annual talent show/fundraiser, Tiger Tunes. She sang and danced, but did not do ventriloquism.

In fact, puppet Rosie rarely left the closet, Ford says.

“Alyse was a good old Ouachita student — with a puppet in her closet,” he says. “We begged her all the time to bring Rosie out, but she was shy about performing. It was so funny. She wouldn’t do anything for a small group, but she’d get out in front of hundreds of people.”

Eady explains that she didn’t mix her entertainment and pageant life with her college life.

“I’ve always been very private when it comes to talking about the entertainment aspect of my life,” she says, noting that many of her friends didn’t know she was a ventriloquist until they found her Miss Teen Arkansas video online.

“I love performing on stage, but when I’m not on stage, you’ll never see me showing others my talent. It’s part of who I am, but I don’t like to be defined by it.”

WORKING WITH KIDS
Among the service projects she focused on in college was the Boys and Girls Clubs of America, in which she had been involved since she was 5 years old — first as a participant, then as a volunteer and eventually as an employee. The organization was highlighted in her platform for Miss Arkansas and Miss America.

In 2008, she was a national finalist for the organization’s Youth of the Year award. That gave her the opportunity to spend a summer working with Boys and Girls Clubs at American military bases in Germany and Turkey.

“I did everything from help to keep the clubs clean to bringing the Smart Girls program to them,” Eady says. “I got to know the kids. I played bumper pool with them. I learned volleyball so I could teach the volleyball seminar. Those were all things that put me outside my comfort zone, but the kids didn’t care. They cared that I was there and wanted to spend time with them.”

‘DON’T BE AFRAID TO SHINE’
Until a few weeks ago, Eady believed her year as Miss Arkansas would segue into attending graduate school at Columbia University, where she would study journalism. After getting her master’s degree, she hoped to work in public relations for the Boys and Girls Clubs.

But on March 30, KTHV, Channel 11, announced that Eady had been hired as coanchor of Today’s THV This Morning program. The job officially begins Aug. 1, although she will appear on the show periodically until then.

The job offer came as a complete surprise, Eady says, but it’s an opportunity she couldn’t pass up. In fact, she’s been amazed at how many opportunities have come her way since the Miss America Pageant, among them the chance to perform with ventriloquist Terry Fator in Las Vegas in March.

Although she will be working next year instead of going to graduate school, she says she fully intends to continue her education — “maybe closer to home” — and use the nearly $48,000 in scholarship money she’s received from the Miss Arkansas and Miss America pageants.

Eady points out that the Miss Arkansas organization gives its winner a larger scholarship award than any pageant organization in the United States except Miss America. The Ted and Shannon Skokos Foundation provides a $20,000 scholarship for the pageant winner.

Eady considers it part of her job to promote the scholarship aspect of the Miss Arkansas and Miss America pageants. She also sees herself as an ambassador for Arkansas and a role model for children.

Her message?

“It absolutely does not matter where you start. It matters where you finish. Don’t be afraid to shine.” She says that if she had listened to those who advised her to leave her ventriloquism act at home when she went to the Miss America pageant, her situation now would be very different.

“I stayed true to myself and wasn’t afraid to be an individual. That’s what I owe my success to.”