Shannon Yarbrough

author, poet, and painter

The Piano Project February 12, 2008

And yet, more photos from my weekend trip.  These are some of my favs.  If you click on the Projects tab at the top of my page, you can read about my current writing project which is a historical novel about a Civil War-time piano maker. It’s also featured over there in the sidebar under Writing Progress. I started this book back in 2006, but stopped writing on it during the holidays and was on hiatus from it all through 2007 while writing something else.  I am planning to get back into it this year and finish it before year end.This story, which I have entitled The Making of Things, was inspired by my old piano back home in my mother’s house, which my parents bought for me when I was growing up. It’s a Richardson Players Piano, although it hasn’t played on its own in years and never has since we’ve owned it.

At Christmas last year, I sat down and picked out a few holiday tunes.  I can only read right-handed melody as far as music goes, and I’m pretty good at faking chords with my left hand.  The piano now serves as a nice flat surface for Mom to display her nativities on top of.  Yet still, the piano is an important part of my growing up and the center of attention in Mom’s family room.  I was quite pleased with the photos I took of it.

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Dead Dogs Tell no Tales February 12, 2008

Filed under: Dyersburg, Fowlkes, blame, dead dog, dogs, pets, photos, pussycat, roadtrip — shannonyarbrough @ 6:51 am
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More fun pictures from the weekend. I mentioned these earlier. My sister’s neighbor is apparently in an uproar over their dead dog. Quick to call the law over anything from what a friend of a friend of a friend told me, the neighbors think someone killed their dog last Wednesday. Blaming it on the youth group of a Baptist church across the street who had been known to walk up and down the street causing the dog to bark, adults at the church could vouch for the kids that night. It was too cold to be out walking and they were inside the church and all accounted for. To no avail, the police came out to question neighbors, along with representatives from the Humane Society. But the mystery of the dead dog remains. And rather than have to pay for an autopsy, the dog’s remains were buried in the yard. These signs were also planted in the yard facing the church! Talk about making a statement, I approached them about film rights and tee shirts, but they declined. Just kidding! Gotta love the South!

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Where the green grass grows… February 12, 2008

I took over 100 pictures during my two day weekend back home in Tennessee. This is just one of them, more to follow. Crossing out of Missouri, over the mighty ole Mississippi River back into the Volunteer State, I was immediately greeted by luscious fields of green. Although all the trees are still bare and brown, I immediately thought of St. Patty’s Day because of how green the fields were, but it also reminded me Spring is not too far away. And so, I was inspired to jump out of the car and snap a photo.

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