THE REAL DEAL IN A COLONY OF ARTISTS:  DARLENE SHADDEN

Darlene Shadden

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ee2kto2RX-Q

While I have been lax in keeping my blog current, I hope to do better in this coming year. I have received some divine inspiration to do so recently. You see, sometimes life brings you full circle. I’m sure you’re familiar with the phrase. It happened for me when I ran into a friend whose home I used to visit back in the 1970’s. She lived in a house that was affectionately referred to as ‘the green house.’ As a matter of fact, I had included one mention of the green house and its characters in my book The Ancient Paths. It was not a greenhouse where plants are grown though; the reason for calling it the green house was that it was painted green. Hello!

Darlene’s home was host to many of her friends in the 70’s and as such, it is no wonder that she is remembered fondly by many today. While Darlene was a soulful nightclub singer in the 1970’s, she also had other talents, such as drawing and painting. I had seen some of her artwork on the walls of her home back in the day; however, I had no idea of the extent of her artistic talent.

I remember mentioning in a previous blog that one of my writing teachers at Watkins Film School had referred to Nashville as a ‘colony of artists,’ likening it to the image of Paris, France in the 1920’s. And Steven Womack was exactly right…Nashville is that colony of artists. This is not only Music City, but it is a hub for creative talent of many types.  She draws and paints real things, and she brings them to life again through the mastery of her paintbrush, pastels and charcoals. Living in Nashville/Music City USA, there is no shortage of icons to focus on as subjects for her art, with Willie Nelson, Dolly Parton and Elvis Presley being the subjects of some of her lifelike drawings. And yet, there is one that is especially real, and that is the drawing of a man in Memphis, sitting on a wooden chair, strumming and putting out blues sounds on his acoustic guitar. Darlene’s ability to demonstrate depth and dimension in her pieces is evident in this colorful painting.  She is an impressionist.

As I walk through her home, there is room after room of magnificent, colorful canvases which have been brought to life by her capable hands. Hanging in my office beside my desk is a piece she has done which is quite reminiscent of a Monet. It is a pastel of the pond, trees and bridge at #Centennial #Park, home of the #Parthenon in Nashville. I have it on loan from the artist.

While her paintings are gorgeous and colorful and very representative of their real life counterparts, Darlene is also still a vocal artist as well as a pianist. She still has a jazzy, soulful twang to her vocals, and she is a skilled pianist. She jams with a group of musicians on the weekends, and on a routine schedule, she plays and sings for homes for the elderly, while also teaching art classes at Centennial Park Arts Center. I listened one day as she worked with my 4 year old grandson to teach him a few keys on the piano and she then played on one end of the piano as he pecked away at the keys at the other end. He began to dance, then picked up Darlene’s tambourine and shook that around.  Her creative energy is contagious to say the least. Darlene has studied art under some of the modern day masters such as #Burt #Silverman, Chris Saper, Lula Estes, Paul LaVelle, Margaret Baumgartner, Dawn Whitelaw, Harold Miller and #Hazel #King. She has taught art for 10 years at the Centennial Park Arts Center. I may be biased in my opinions, but I believe that her artistic genius should no longer be kept a secret. Check out the link at the top of the blog for a sampling of her talent.

HOMETOWN GIRL BECOMES AUTHOR OF ROMANCE TRIOLOGY

October 22, 2016

Author Rosalee Wilson aka Jasmine Parks

I’m sitting at the Cracker Barrel on Charlotte Pike in Nashville with Rosalee Sweatt also known as Rosalee Wilson aka Jasmine Parks.  I have known Rosalee since we were teenagers at Cohn High School in Nashville.  She was born and bred in Nashville.

Well, actually, we didn’t see each other for years, then after X number of years, we started bumping into each other at this same Cracker Barrel, and Rosalee mentioned to me at the time that she had written a book, and it was called A Mushy Mouse Tale.  The book about Mushy Mouse was a children’s book and was written under Rosalee’s married name of Rosalee Wilson.

To introduce readers to Jasmine, I have had a sit down brief interview with her to talk about her books.

When I asked Rosalee about her reason for using a pen name, she had a very logical explanation, “I started out in children’s books under my name, but I had some bad experiences with my publishers.  So, I invented the name Jasmine Parks to separate my children’s book from my novels.” 

Pam:  "What experience did you have with the publishers that was bad?"

Rosalee:  "Taking my royalties."

Pam:  "Do you think that is that a common occurrence in the world of publishing?"

Rosalee:  "It can be if you don’t check out or investigate the publisher in advance."

Pam:  "What made you decide to switch over to romance novels?"

Rosalee:  "That’s a good question.  I kind of got an idea for a story about my mom and how she met my dad.  So, I wrote about it.  She was searching for love, and I kind of got into the story when I wrote it, so that’s when I got into the idea of writing romance novels.  I guess it would be my idea of my mom’s love story.  And then my best friend’s love story.  That was my second book  One Priceless Treasure.”

Pam:  "What was that about?"

Rosalee:  "Basically how a treasure isn’t necessarily a material thing.  It can be a person.  A treasure can be a person, not just a piece of jewelry."

Pam:  "So, tell me about your trilogy that has just been published."

Rosalee:  "What’s it about?  Okay. It’s um..a royal love story.  The reason I say that is because it involves kings and queens, their trials and storms in life.  It shows that they are human too.  They go through the same problems that everybody does.  But, if you have love, that’s the most important thing of all.  And if you have God in your life, then your trials and storms are much easier to bear."

"It’s a story about different families and how they survive the difficulties that arise.  There is mystery, love, sorrow and surprises.  I don’t know what else to say exactly without giving away the main story line."

Pam:  Okay.  "Let’s leave it at that.  What are the names of the books in your trilogy, what is the name of your publishing company and where can people find your books?"

Rosalee:  “The Secrets Within; Timeless Love; and  The Sands of Time.  Heart of My Heart Publishing is the publisher."

Pam:  "You have mentioned to me on several occasions that you have always had a fascination with the subject of Egypt.  Is Egypt the setting for the stories?"

Rosalee:  "Well, it began in New York, but I was transported to Egypt through one of the characters who was an archeologist, and I just kind of stayed over there."

Pam:  "Wow.  That sounds very interesting indeed."

Rosalee:  "Basically most of it is in Egypt, they may come back to New York once or twice, but most of it is in Egpyt."

Pam:  "That’s enough of a carrot to dangle in front of potential readers!"

"Neil Young has been called one of the most prolific musicians and songwriters of our time since the songs and music seem to have flowed from him effortlessly over decades.  I see that stories seem to flow from you in that same manner.  Can you tell me about how these stories flow so easily?"

Rosalee: "I think it is a gift from God. I pray before I write and the words evolve from there. Sometimes I amaze myself with words that I’m not that familiar with. But it sounds good so I just go with the flow. Words just come to me sometime while I am writing and I just ask 'Where did that come from?' and I just go with it."

"You can find Jasmine’s books at the following links.  Other than on the publisher’s website, her newest book of the triology, Sands of Time is not yet available on Amazon or Barnes and Noble sites, but will be available there shortly."

 http://www.heartofmyheart.org/portfolio/endless-love-trilogy/

 https://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss?url=search-alias%3Daps&field-keywords=jasmine+parks

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/s/jasmine+parks?_requestid=396011

IN THE FAR WEST OF NASHVILLE AND BEYOND
Photography by Carol Serna and Pam Serna

 

In my last posting, I wrote a bit about the changes in #Bellevue which is located in the west section of #Nashville.  Bellevue is basically the last stop in the road before leaving the western section of #Davidson#County which is in Nashville, and then if you are traveling on Highway 70, entering into Cheatham County.  If you travel down #Highway#100 from Bellevue, you soon enter Williamson County.  But what many people don't realize, particularly those who are not from the region, is that beyond Nashville, there is still much sprawling rural land which seems to have escaped, for the most part, the raping of its land by developers.

Last Sunday, my sister Carol and I did something neither of us had done in years...we hopped in the car and took a drive down to none other than Hickman County, Tennessee.  Hickman County can be reached any number of ways, but the route that we chose was the very scenic route of Highway 100.  The sights you encounter as you leave Nashville are enough to cause your senses to stir, to somehow awaken once again to that beauty which is called nature. 

As children, my siblings and I once played in the front yard of our grandmother's old family homestead and in the ice cold water of the creek which ran along the  edges of the property.  That property had belonged to my grandmother's mother and father at one time.  I've heard the stories about my great grandmother who was a midwife.  Apparently, back in those days, midwifery was not quite as sophisticated or as glamorous as some may perceive it to be today.  As I have heard it told, it could possibly be that at midnight, there would be a knock on the door of their home...KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK!!!  As someone would rush to the door and throw it open, there might be a neighbor or the husband of a woman already in labor, hysterically asking for the services of the midwife.  My great grandmother would throw on her clothes, or her housecoat, apparently depending on how much time she thought she had, grab her bag and to the horse and buggy she would go, through the hollows of Hickman County without street lights.  In particular, the part of the county they lived in was Bon Aqua. 

 

Rosanna Ledbetter/Midwife
(photographer unknown)

My great grandpa was apparently a former tobacco farmer from Robertson County who one day decided that it was time to try something different, and moved his family to Hickman County where he grew corn.  His name was Clarence Ledbetter, and it is my understanding that he was part Native American, which is not so unusual in these parts. 

Clarence and Rosanna Ledbetter w/her daughters Etta and Ruby Buchanan
(photographer unknown)

At any rate, I've only been able to go back on one occasion and find that same hollow where I played as a child.  The second time I attempted to find it, I didn't.  Not that the old hollow had disappeared, it's just that even in a place like Hickman County, things change, old homes are torn down, sometimes replaced by trailers, new homes or maybe not even replaced at all, and soon, you may no longer recognize that secret place of your childhood.

Since Carol and I had gotten such a late start on our journey to Hickman County on Sunday, I must report that we did NOT find the hollow this time either, as we did not really have the time to search for it on this particular road trip; however, Carol did manage to take some pretty interesting photos and a few cool snippets of video.  The photos are a brief summary basically of our trip there and back, and it will become obvious rather quickly that there is a ton of shubbery and much open space as you leave Davidson County and find your way toward Hickman County.

You can share in some of our adventure by checking out some of the three-minute video that Carol shot with her cell phone on the way there at the following link.  Video is a little shaky at first, but it quickly gets better.  You will also notice that we were not actually narrating the video.  This is very raw footage of a ride to the country and some frank conversation between sisters --

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vXHQNb173qk&feature=youtu.be

As an afterthought, I have included a few shots from the construction at former Bellevue Mall site which is to become something of a mix of mall, movies, apartments, etc. once the construction is complete.  While providing jobs for the citizens of Nashville is a good thing, I cannot help but wonder what will be the end result.  In several areas of town where malls were built, one would have had to have their head in the sand (tongue twister, no?) not to know that those areas often experienced huge increases in crime. 

But, I digress.  Please allow me to also share with you now a few photos from my and Carol's road trip and photos of what greets you as you re-enter the city.

You don't see many of what appears to be old abandoned general stores in Nashville, but you just might on the road to Hickman County.

How about a country boy's truck out in the open field?  Looks like fun.

 

So, please let me say that no, I'm not a hater of progress.  Progress can save many lives sometimes.  I'm just someone whose family has had roots in the region for generations.  I've heard the old old stories from and about those generations before me who were farmers, midwives, mothers, fathers, sons and daughters.  I can't help but wonder if my generation is the last in my family that will visit such places as Hickman County and keep those memories of a beautiful, mostly undeveloped land alive.

 

NASHVILLE:  WHERE THE PAST, PRESENT AND FUTURE COLLIDE

By Pam Serna

Carol Serna/Contributing photographer

   
                                                                            

Jerkey Shack

As someone whose family has a history of seven generations in Middle Tennessee, I still have very nostalgic moments when I stop and think about #Nashville today and the Nashville of days gone by.  Everywhere you look in Nashville, a new building project is being erected.  Parts of #history are being wiped out without any thought other than how much profit stands to be made in the deal.

I recently wrote a piece in Facebook about #THE#SPIN, the perspective with which a media outlet will air a story, in particular, reports relating to politics.  I mention 'the spin' as I am aware that there will be some who might view the story I am about to tell as my particular spin on the matter; however, it is for the most part, the truth.

What was it that brought so many people to this once very small, quaint country town?  Well, was it the music?  Was it the universities?  Was it the printing business?  Was it simply the fact that Nashville is a port city, which makes it a center of trade?  Is it because they had hopes of finding jobs and improving their lots in life?  Perhaps it was all of the above.  I recently read a very astute observation by someone whose name I'm afraid I don't recall.  But the gist of the statement had to do with the fact that when people from the north retire, they move south and people from the south don't usually move north when they retire.  So, as you can see, there are a multitude of reasons why someone may have become one of the growing numbers of transplants here in Music City.

However, with the rapid pace of growth which Nashville has experienced in the last decade, there are those who tend to forget some of the quaintness which so many people loved about Nashville.  Yesterday, I was returning from Kingston Springs via Highway 70 South.  The drive from Kingston Springs to Nashville along Highway 70 South is simply beautiful.  Many people who have had enough of the breakneck speed with which Nashville has become a boom town have fled the city for greener pastures in the outlying areas surrounding Nashville.  I've even read a recent article that it is getting more and more difficult to find original citizens of Nashville still living here.

I digress.  As I approached the Bellevue area, I could not help but notice the Jerkey Shack which in located on Charlotte Pike where Highway 70 South and Charlotte Pike become one.  It is obviously the small wooden shack pictured at the beginning of this blog.  Here is a closer shot of it taken by my sister Carol Serna.

And beside the Jerkey Shack is another vendor that has a tradition which has been practiced by farmers and vendors in Nashville forever, the roadside produce stand. This particular stand is better known as Fresh and Local Nashville.  The two small businesses are side by side and are literally at the edge of town as you are leaving the Bellevue area.  And if you are not from Nashville, you may not yet know that Bellevue is on the far west edge of Nashville.

 

 
After I passed the road side vendors, there was another sign which caught my attention.  This one was in the yard of a private home; so, to protect the individual's privacy, I have greyed out the phone number on the sign.  But quilting is such a timeless tradition, and yet, it is one which seems to be fading from the mainstream and often being left to the mass producers of goods. 

The thing that REALLY made all of these small businesses stand out to me was the next thing which I saw, directly contrasting with these signs of nostalgia I had just seen.  And if you know anything about West Nashville or the Bellevue area, you already know that the old Bellevue Center Mall has been demolished to make way for a new mall.  Only one mile up the road from where I saw the signs of nostalgia, some of the people who carry in their DNA the memories of a kinder, gentler Nashville, were the signs of 'progress' in the west side of town. Here are the signs of 'Progress' in the Bellevue area. I have also greyed out the name of the construction company.  If you want to know the name of the company, I guess you will need to drive by there and see for yourself or look it up.

The old Bellevue Center Mall Sign

CHANGE

 AUTHOR'S NOTE: The topics of my blog will switch back and forth probably between changes going on in Nashville and the current political climate of the country.  So, if you hate my political posts, please don't go away, as there will always be more about Nashville to write about soon.

I wrote this blog obviously several months ago and thought I had published here in Google.  Apparently, I never did, as here it sits in my drafts.  So, having given that little bit of introduction, I will now share this retroactive article.


There is an old saying, "The more things change, the more they stay the same."  Well, old adages don't necessarily ring true in every situation of life, but they do for many.  While it is understandable the amount of hype, rancor and anger that have been expressed by every side in this year's election cycle, it's sad that violence has erupted in numerous situations.  Finger pointing and blame are in abundance over incidents where unfortunately, individuals have been hurt and violence has entered the scene.

And yet, it was very interesting last night to watch CNN's "The Race to the White House" and to realize that apparently the KKK came out in protest against President Kennedy when he ran for office.  Many Americans were frightened to contemplate the possibility of having a Catholic in the White House. So, it didn't sound to me exactly like it was an election that was fought without some serious politicking and change going on.

Many Americans see Donald Trump as a threat to what they have come to know.  Well, what some people don't get is that what they have come to know is nothing more than the acceptance that we have been living in dystopian times already.  Dystopian times are when corporations and governments have run amuck and are basically mad with power.  The standard of living in this day and time for many, believe it or not, is not as good as what they may have had decades ago.

So, what does change look like to you?  Will it be maintaining the status quo?  Will it be free healthcare for all, provided for and paid for by government via taxpayer dollars?  Will it be seeing our children's children have to leave our country and travel to China or Mexico to find a job which will pay half of what we now make?

Regardless of who you vote for, we must all realize that these men and women, who are mortal like the rest of us, are exactly that...mortal, which also indicates they are flawed, as are we.  We have a way to go before we know exactly who will be our next President, and I urge everyone to thoughtfully pray about who that person will be.  Pray, then get out there and vote!

So what: The World According to Pam: WHAT'S GOING ON, NASHVILLE?In case you have miss...

So what: The World According to Pam: WHAT'S GOING ON, NASHVILLE?

In case you have miss...: WHAT'S GOING ON, NASHVILLE? In case you have missed it and are not one of the bazillion people who have already moved or who are now m...

WHAT'S GOING ON, NASHVILLE?

In case you have missed it and are not one of the bazillion people who have already moved or who are now moving into what used to be the quaint little town of #Nashville aka "#guitar town," Nashville is bursting at the seams!  I mean that quite literally too.

As people from all over the world pour into what has now become a crowded living situation in Nashville, houses in neighborhoods that have been historically lower income are being torn down in order to build bigger, more lavish homes and to #gentrify those areas.  Again, I want to say, at what cost?

A local university, #Belmont,  has torn down the long standing Wheeler Building, where I took a great number of my undergrad courses.  Look --

The Old Wheeler Building at Belmont

One area of town that has been one of the sleeper areas, or what some might refer to as a bedroom neighborhood, has recently become so full that within approximately a 4 mile radius about 3 serious wrecks occurred within 2 or 3 days, and one of those accidents had fatalities in both vehicles which were involved.

It is now unheard of to turn on your television in the mornings and not hear the bad news that occurred while you thought the city slept.  Everyday there is someone who is being assaulted in a public setting, or someone is knocking on a stranger's door, only to shoot the occupant of the house whose door they just knocked on.

Nashville has recently installed its first female mayor into office, and it is left with the mounting debt which the last mayor helped to increase.  Country music has evolved to the point that it's almost unrecognizable from what it once was.

Yes, #progress is inevitable; however, if the long time residents are being driven out of their homes due to the increase in property taxes, and residents no longer feel safe to venture out of their own neighborhoods or even out of their own homes, is that REALLY progress?

AS NASHVILLE GROWS AND CHANGES

If you remember a little dive meat and three restaurant called the #CoffeeShop on #EllistonPlace in Nashville, then the odds are that you have been around here for awhile.  The Coffee Shop was a business that was once located at the same site of what has long since become better known as The Gold Rush.  #TheGoldRush itself is a longstanding institution of socializing over bean rolls and beer or your favorite mixed drink.  So, if I say that I was here in #Nashville and that my mother was once a #waitress at the Coffee Shop prior to its glory days as The Gold Rush, you can safely assume that yes, I have been in Nashville for infinity it would seem.  

I can remember my beautiful mother Margie in her white waitress uniform with her auburn colored hair, in her white waitress shoes with her hair often swept up in a fashionable do for women her age.  I can remember her penciled on eyebrows and her Raleigh cigarettes.  I can remember Mr. Anthony's Jewelry Store which was on the block, a few doors down from the Coffee Shop.  Just talking about those times elicits a sigh of nostalgia from me.  

I can remember when on Friday nights The Gold Rush was THE place to be.  You never knew what visiting celebrity from L.A. who had come to Nashville to collaborate on songwriting or to visit a recording studio would be in the Rush that night.  You never knew when you might just get invited to a showcase or to some artist's debut.  While it has been many years since I was hanging out at the Gold Rush, I can't help but wonder at this stage of earth-shaking and ground breaking growth in Nashville, who else might remember the time when the elements of Nashville that made it so inviting to everyone were still evident.

I still remember when one could walk safely down the sidewalks in the afternoons as children and on any neighborhood front porch steps you could see and hear the guitar pickers hanging out and just having fun.  They were not all here in the hopes of attaining fame and fortune because of their talents...they just were.  In other words, the talent was enjoyed and shared simply for the pure joy of it.  

The memories go on for a lifetime.  I couldn't possibly begin to share them all in this one post.  But, here is one more I will share at this time.  The site of the construction dig at the top of this page used to be a small church.  I attended there for awhile when I was married with two small children.  This was Bellevue Grace Assembly Church once upon a time.  I can only guess that it will now possibly become the home to more condos, of which Bellevue now has a plethora.  I took the photo while out for a stroll with my friend Hannah one day. The impact of how much things are changing and how rapidly they are changing in what was once a small, friendly colony of artists hit me like a ton of bricks.  I have obscured the name of the manufacturing giant on the tractors simply to avoid any possibility of liability, but I'm sure you know who they are.

Change is inevitable in the world today.  But with change, does a society also have to lose its soul?  Those of us who have been in Nashville most of our lives certainly would hate to see that happen to Nashville, and let's hope it's not already happening.

The World According to Pam

Happy Thursday!  It has been a few days since I first wrote about wanting to create this new blog.  I have done so on the recommendation of some very good friends who have faith that perhaps by lucky chance or circumstance, I will have something of interest to write about.  I would, once again, like to thank those friends (and you know who you are), that have encouraged me to do so.

As I sat back and briefly viewed the news this evening, I was amazed!  Nowadays it's difficult to find something that is actually surprising in the news.  It is not because there are not serious events which unfold before us everyday--there are.  Perhaps it's difficult to be surprised because we have become desensitized.  Yes, I made that rhyme, and you're welcome!  And while it was not surprising that our government is now saying that China has hacked into practically every government agency's computers, it is still amazing to me that I can sit back and watch the world unraveling before my eyes.  And still we Americans seem content to sit back on our haunches and twiddle our thumbs as if nothing is happening.  And, granted, it is difficult to always know when we have heard the truth and when we have heard a spin on an event that is crafted by the media or politics. But, even I don't have much doubt that China has finally broken through and gained access to government secrets, names and identities.  So, why are we, America, supposedly the greatest nation on earth, sitting ducks for cyberattacks from China?  Did we fall asleep at the wheel?  I would venture a guess and say, "YES!"  But, how and when did we fall so short of being able to protect ourselves from our enemies?

In a series of postings, I would like to explore what is going on in our society and in the world, and how things are changing.  I thought about those changes as I looked on the Facebook page which is dedicated to the memories of this part of town known as West Nashville.  West Nashville has long been a very happening area of Nashville.  We have Music Row, Vanderbilt University, Belmont University, and David Lipscomb University, to name a few institutions and locations, all in the West part of town.  Looking at the pictures of what used to be, and knowing how drastically Nashville has changed, brought about an overwhelming sense of nostalgia.

Yes, progress is inevitable in a society, but for a moment, please stop and ask yourself at what price is progress bought.  As a society, what have we given up and what have we gained?  I will close with this one thought for today, and it was one of the few wise things my father ever said to me, "When you consider your career and success, you need to weigh the sacrifices and the benefits and decide which is greater."

Photo by Pam Serna

Author's note:  This is another retro article I wrote.  I think this is the last of the pieces I had written that I apparently, it looks like, did not publish at the time I wrote it.  If I'm wrong and this has already been posted before...OOPS!!

"GREAT GOOGLY-MOOGLY!"  I just looked up this expression in the Urban Dictionary.  The expression was made popular by Frank Zappa, but for some reason unknown to myself, I thought it was another southernism.  I use it as an expression of great surprise, which I think is the manner in which it was intended to be used.  So, basically I just used "Great googly-moogly" to get your attention.

Well, I began a blog months and months ago.  I was so caught up in schoolwork that I didn't really have the time to blog on a regular basis.  Not much has changed, except that I am currently not working.  I have joined the growing ranks of the unemployed in the United States, even though I am still working on my master's degree in public administration.  I figure I should complete the classes in time to retire and do part-time adjunct work somewhere.  That doesn't exactly sound like the American dream now, does it?  I may possibly share more about those circumstances I find myself in at a later date.

While I enjoy writing as an outlet, I feel that perhaps from time to time, I may actually have something that could accidentally be of interest to someone.

So, what's worth writing about?  Oh, except for the fact the world is rapidly spiraling out of control...NOT MUCH!!!  I would like to touch on some social and political issues from time to time, possibly even personal issues.  Politics is always a sensitive issue, and especially in this day and time. So, if I blog something which you don't agree with, just remember...THIS IS AMERICA, AND YOU HAVE THE RIGHT TO YOUR OPINION!  I will have to get some much needed sleep tonight, then my mind will hopefully be fresh enough to think of some things to post which could hopefully be thought provoking...or, my thoughts could provoke you to simply say...."So what??!!"

References

1.  http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=great+googly+moogly