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My 98-Year-Old Mom In The News. Again.
April 2, 2014 at 1:00 am 0
This interview with my mother appeared in the most recent edition of The Society Of Children's Book Writers And Illustrators newsletter.  I think you'll enjoy the window it gives you into her history, her energy, and her motivation:

Interview With Betty X. Davis


In 2013 Austin SCBWI created the Betty X. Davis Young Writers of Merit Award to honor Betty and one of her greatest passions: to support and develop a love for the written word within a child. We thought it only fitting that we interview this Austin SCBWI legend, and find out more about the woman behind the award.
 

Where did you grow up and how has it shaped your writing?
 
Akron, Ohio in the 20’s and 30’s was hardly an inspiration. Almost all the rubber tires in the world were made there. We breathed the unforgettable aroma of rubber, and in the winter, cold wind shwooshed down from Lake Erie. For most of the 30’s, the Depression overwhelmed us. Its ravages color my writing, yes, but no major influence.
 
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Betty, still faithfully playing tennis once a week.
Did you always want to be a writer, and how long have you been writing?
 
I never considered being a writer. No one we knew was a writer. Some teacher asked me (maybe I was in kindergarten), “What do you want to be when you grow up?” I said right off, “Just a plain old housewife like Mother.” I did necessary writing in school, even college, and got good grades. I’ve always been a great letter writer. A cousin even found one of my letters in a treasured box of Test family archives. I began serious writing in the late 70’s and 80’s when I was teaching (a speech therapist) and needed a curriculum.
 
It doesn't surprise me a bit that when you found curriculum lacking, you just wrote your own! I envy your energy and spirit. If someone followed you around for 24 hours, what would they see?
 
They’d be bored and I’d be embarrassed. I do cook good meals for myself. I spend a lot of time on the computer. Very little watching TV. I read a lot. Once a week I play tennis. (badly these days). I play Scrabble with myself; it’s always a close match.
 
I'll have to challenge you in Scrabble! How does your everyday life feed your writing?
 
Well, I reminisce a lot. Now I’m writing a biography of a remarkable aunt of mine. I wrote an MG novel about tennis in 1963. Soon I will write How It Feels To Be 100.
 
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Betty with nine of her eleven great grandchildren.
What accomplishments have made you proud?
That’s easy! Having eight children, each one a delight! Oh yes, and I once played a witch in a college production of Macbeth.
 
What surprises you about the writing life?
 
Same as you have, Meredith: when 4 or 5 of us started SCBWI around your glass top dining table — and just look at us now!
 
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Betty X Davis (r.) with Austin SCBWI co-founders Meredith Davis (bottom l.) and Cynthia Leitich Smith
Ahhh, Betty. I don’t remember what stories I was working on back then, but I remember the table and the people around it, encouraging each other. Tell me, what inspires you?
 
My blessings, I guess. And an urge to see something of mine in print. Even a letter-to-the editor or an email to a friend. And being part of a writing community.
 
In that case, Betty, I hope you’re inspired by seeing this interview, and knowing it will reach many writers who will be encouraged by your indomitable spirit and your quick wit. You can often find Betty sitting front and center at monthly SCBWI meetings. Stop and sit a spell, she's got an amazing story to tell . . . here's just a taste of it:
 
In Akron, Ohio, on Thanksgiving Day 1915, Elizabeth Test was born, later known as Betty X Davis.  She recalls Armistice Day after World War 1, the funeral train of Warren Harding, Lindberg’s pioneer flight, the death of Calvin Coolidge’s son, the Stock Market Crash of ’29, and the heartbreaking Great Depression. Never called Elizabeth, she had been plain Betty Test (nine letters, four t’s) until age eleven when she chose Xenophon for the missing middle name.  Finishing high school in Akron at 16, she entered the University of Akron, then transferred to Rollins College, graduating in the class of 1936, as Betty Xenophon Test.
 
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Betty on the front row at one of our monthly Austin SCBWI meetings.
Married in Dallas, Texas in 1937, to Harvey L. Davis, a law student at SMU, Betty worked part-time, had their first child, and they all became Texans.  After graduating, Harvey went into the FBI where he stayed all the war years. He then returned to Dallas, living there for almost forty years and raised their eight children (the last of whom was born when Betty was 46 years old).  Most of those years Harvey taught at the Law School while Betty led Brownie groups, did Church work, sewed, earned two Master Degrees and became a Speech Therapist in public schools.


Retiring to Austin in 1982, Harvey joined a law firm and Betty wrote a curriculum for speech therapists. And they played tennis, the whole family played.  Two children were Texas State champions and nationally ranked.  Three of the boys played on college teams.  One daughter won a National Senior’s title in her sixties.  Tennis permeated their lives for seventy years.


Harvey died at ninety-five after sixty-nine years of marriage.  At age ninety-eight Betty still plays tennis, but at a very slow pace.  Her passion is writing: rhymes, picture books, chapter books, letters.  She has a driver’s license and looks always to the future.
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Top Five Tuesday — Top Five Continuing Reflections On A Meal Packing Sunday
April 1, 2014 at 1:00 am 0
As you may have read in yesterday's post, the highlight of our 254,000-meals-packed-on-a-Sunday was a conversation with a woman who earlier in life had subsisted on just such nutrition.

Yet as full-circle-remarkable as that conversation was, the day brought a number of other moments worthy of mention today.  Here are five:



1.  The power of a team.  I admit it: my eyes glaze over when people start talking logistics.  I wanted to do the project but had little to no idea how to make it happen. Fortunately, our church's business manager comes from a career in manufacturing process, and he marshaled all the resources together to make it happen.  All I had to do was motivate people the week before and stand around on Sunday and look handsome in my red hat.



2.  The power of our partners.  Whether it was our friends at Stop Hunger Now, the members of the church's Board of Directors and its Trustees team, or the parents and students of Good Shepherd's scout troop #167, the partners on this project worked energetically and skillfully to pull it off.  It seemed like every time I turned around, another of our church's allies was stepping in to fill a gap.



3.  The power of our guests.  The women in the picture below came from the Upper Peninsula of Michigan (isn't that adjacent to the Arctic Circle?) in order to work with us.  Said Nancy Reese of Channing, MI:  "It was awesome, fun, precise, and well organized.  Everyone was upbeat and happy and we made friends out of strangers.  If I lived here this would be my church!"  In addition, I received an email from a GS friend stating that he brought one of his childhood friends to the event -- a man who is agnostic and had not stepped into a church building in 15 years.  Well, you don't have to be sure about God to be certain about hunger.







4.  The power of a social media.  The metrics for our Facebook and Twitter accounts increased exponentially on Sunday.  Throughout the morning, I heard of people who learned about the project through our real time Facebook updates and decided on the spur of the moment to come to Good Shepherd and be part of what was happening.



5.  The power of a goal.  People really, really, really wanted us to hit 250,000 meals.  And, as He seems to do with alarming regularity around here, God empowered us not only to reach that goal but to surpass it.


6.  The power of pixels.  Click this link for a mind-bending bird's eye view of what the meal packaging looked like on Sunday morning.


http://360virtuals.com/million-meal/million-meal.html
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Putting A Face On 254,000 Meals
March 31, 2014 at 1:00 am 0
Numerically speaking, yesterday was extraordinary in the life of Good Shepherd United Methodist Church. 2400 people . . . prepared & packed & loaded . . . 254,232 meals . . . in just under five hours. We had a preposterous goal of 250,000 meals and by God's grace and the goodwill & high energy of this community of faith, we exceeded it.  We call these efforts Radical Impact Projects -- and radical it was, both in scope and in spirit. Except -- as is the case with most ministry -- I didn't feel the real impact of the numbers until I saw it in a face. After we had worked and packaged and boxed and cleaned, I was walking to my car & thinking how good that shower would feel when I got home.  That's when a young woman -- relatively new to Good Shepherd -- began walking with me and said, "I am so glad I got to do that work today, because that's the kind of food that used to be delivered to me." What? It turns out this woman was a native of Liberia (which I knew), had to flee the country's civil war when she was an adolescent (which I did not know), and spent four years living in a refugee camp in Mali (which I definitely did not know). Mali, in case you're not up-to-date on the demographics of West Africa, has essentially no infrastructure, no economy, and no natural resources . . . and she had to flee there to escape the carnage in Liberia. And for four years, she lived in the squalor of a tent city full of fellow refugees, surviving on the kind of Meals Ready to Eat we prepared on Sunday. By a miraculous series of events, she received asylum from the US government, settled in Charlotte, and landed at Good Shepherd Church. Where she spent a morning alongside 2599 fellow followers of Christ preparing 254,232 meals for people just like her. And you wonder why full on, full color is a core value of Good Shepherd?  You wonder why we celebrate that we have this rare privilege of living out Revelation 7:9 in real time?   After this I looked, and there before me was a great multitude that no one could count, from every nation, tribe, people and language, standing before the throne and before the Lamb. Because will it not be marvelous . . . will it not be radical . . . will it not be all people . . . when five or ten years from now a refugee who eats one of the meals we prepared today winds up worshipping at Good Shepherd United Methodist and participating in a future Radical Impact Project?
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The Worship Center Has No Seats!
March 28, 2014 at 6:49 am 3
Here's what the Good Shepherd Worship Center looks like this morning:



What in the world?  Are we cancelling church on Sunday?

Hardly.

We're getting for the people of Good Shepherd not to hear the sermon but to be the sermon.

Later today, volunteer crews will bring in loads of materials (and I mean loads) to be packaged as Meals Ready To Eat.  Then this evening, more crews will bring in over 100 tables.  Then tomorrow morning, still more crews will place the meal-making equipment at all the meal making stations.

All so that on Sunday you can come to one of three "shifts" -- 8:30, 10, and 11:30 -- and join us as we show that we really are fed up with hunger and ready to take part in the Million Meal March.

In 2011, over 2000 people filed in and worked hard, and we packed 192,000 meals that were then sent to you Uganda.

So on Sunday morning, we're expecting more than 2000 folks to help us prepare 250,000 meals to be sent to Haiti.

While that room may be empty of seats right now, we know it will be full of high energy servants on Sunday . . . people whose hands will complete the sentences their words start.

See you at your shift on Sunday!

(And feel free to come to church Friday evening at 6:30 p.m. or Saturday morning at 9:00 a.m. to help with the prep work.)
 
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Prayer As A “Get Through” Or A “Go To”?
March 27, 2014 at 6:02 am 0
I have realized this week how often prayer functions in my life as something to get through.

Many of you know exactly what I'm saying . . . prayer functions as the table setter for whatever is next on your agenda.

At meal times, it's what you get through so that you can do what you gathered around the table to do in the first place: eat!  (And who in the world likes a long blessing before the meal?  Good food, good meat, good God, let's eat!)

In the early morning at my house, it's what I get through so that I can hop in the car and come to work.  And write my blog.

Before a meeting, it's a get through so that you can then focus on the real purpose of the meeting which is, well, the meeting.

Before a pastoral counseling time, it's a get through so that you can begin the counseling session itself.

Even as part of a hospital visit, it's a get through before departing one hospital room for the next.

I fear that many of the get throughs that I list above become race throughs.

What would it look like to realize that prayer is not a get through in all those scenarios; it's the reason you've come together in the first place?

Well, meals might take longer . . . but they'd likely recover a sense of the intimacy they were intended to have.

I'd come to work later.  But more filled with the Spirit and more settled in my spirit.

Meetings might go in a far different direction than you planned because the Spirit sends the pray-ers where He wills and not where they desire.

Counseling sessions would be more productive because congregants would be aware that I as pastor don't have solutions to their issues; that capacity belongs to God.

And hospital visits would become occasions for the patient to turn into pastor.  Instead of regarding that prone person as a subject over whom we pray, we empower them to be in prayer for others.  After all, God might well have put them on their back so they could better look up.

Prayer is not something to get through.  It is a privilege to go to.
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