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<channel><title><![CDATA[LIFE AT SHUTTER SPEED - Shaner-Hines Stories]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.lifeatshutterspeed.net/shaner-hines-stories]]></link><description><![CDATA[Shaner-Hines Stories]]></description><pubDate>Fri, 03 Apr 2026 03:27:01 -0400</pubDate><generator>EditMySite</generator><item><title><![CDATA[Lisa was the life of the party]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.lifeatshutterspeed.net/shaner-hines-stories/lisa-was-the-life-of-the-party]]></link><comments><![CDATA[https://www.lifeatshutterspeed.net/shaner-hines-stories/lisa-was-the-life-of-the-party#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Fri, 28 Apr 2023 21:02:21 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.lifeatshutterspeed.net/shaner-hines-stories/lisa-was-the-life-of-the-party</guid><description><![CDATA[The following was the eulogy speech I gave at my sister Lisa's funeral.On a cold winter day in Millington, Tennessee, Lisa Marie Shaner was born to Dave and Polly Shaner. It was January 21st 1963. Lisa was the fifth and last child that Polly would deliver and she was considered &ldquo;the baby!&rdquo; It was a title she never gave up and would have fought with you to try to take that away.&nbsp; She relished the title of &ldquo;The baby!&rdquo; And &ldquo;babied,&rdquo; she was!&nbsp; She had tw [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="paragraph"><font size="4"><strong>The following was the eulogy speech I gave at my sister Lisa's funeral.</strong></font><br />On a cold winter day in Millington, Tennessee, Lisa Marie Shaner was born to Dave and Polly Shaner. It was January 21st 1963. Lisa was the fifth and last child that Polly would deliver and she was considered &ldquo;the baby!&rdquo; It was a title she never gave up and would have fought with you to try to take that away.&nbsp; She relished the title of &ldquo;The baby!&rdquo; And &ldquo;babied,&rdquo; she was!&nbsp; She had two older brothers, Dave and me, and two older sisters, Brenda and Julie!&nbsp; Lisa was now the baby, or &ldquo;life of the party&rdquo; at our house&hellip; and she relished that title! She had it made in the shade, she had it so easy&hellip; and we let her know that!<br /><br /></div>  <div>  <!--BLOG_SUMMARY_END--></div>  <div class="paragraph" style="text-align:left;"><br />Our father, David Fay Shaner, was in the U. S. Navy at the time, and because of that, we moved quite a bit, or some would say, A LOT!&nbsp; When Lisa was four months old, we moved to Brunswick, Maine. But for only nine months, before we moved on to Newport Naval Training Base. We lived in Middletown, Rhode Island, on the Base family quarters from 1964 until 1968.<br />&nbsp;<br />In the summer of 1968, we moved to a Chicago suburb, Vernon Hills, near the Great Lakes Naval Training Center where my dad was then stationed.&nbsp; It was there our family became much more engaged with the activities of the church and was introduced to youth groups, Bible camp and more social life than one person could handle&hellip; except Lisa! &nbsp;She excelled in people skills, laughing, and FUN!<br />&nbsp;<br />In 1975, when my older brother and one of my younger sisters had left for college or marriage my dad moved my mom, along with Julie and Lisa, to Madison Wisconsin for one year and then on to the Milwaukee area.&nbsp;<br />&nbsp;<br />Lisa attended Oak Creek High School graduating in 1981.&nbsp; While in school she was very active in athletics, playing softball. She was on the Pom-Pom squad and&hellip; she was on the Girls Track team where she excelled in the SHOT-PUT!&nbsp; She was a grown up full sized young lady that no longer wanted to be called the Baby!&nbsp; And, my brother and I obliged&hellip; or she would have punched our lights out!<br />&nbsp;<br />In April of 1982 Lisa gave birth to a son, Colby. She knew that in 1982 she could not give that boy the life he deserved. She made the very difficult, heart wrenching, and courageous decision to let somebody else take that boy and raise him as their own.&nbsp; Eighteen years later Colby and Lisa reconnected and they have had a loving relationship every since. Colby told Dave and I yesterday that he has no regrets for the decision Lisa made.&nbsp; And that he is just excited to be a part of this family.<br />&nbsp;<br />Lisa then took her determination and her spirit of energy, moved on, got married and had three more amazing children, two sons and a daughter.&nbsp; Allen was born in April of 1984, A.J. in July of 1985, and Nikki in December of 1990!<br />&nbsp;<br />Lisa had her share of heart aches, and body aches! She had 27 auto accidents!&nbsp; Several broken bones, falls, and a variety of other health related injuries!&nbsp;<br />&nbsp;<br />But she seemed to be resilient to defeat. Maybe it was the athlete or the cheerleader in her? Most of all it was the Holy Spirit that was guiding her days and nights.&nbsp; She never left the fellowship of a loving church, or Jesus the son of God, in her life.&nbsp; This spirit drove her to look forward and press on towards the prize.<br />&nbsp;<br />After several years of raising her children on her own, on August 18th, 1996 Lisa married Art Bagwell.&nbsp; Her life seemed to be back on track. Art helped Lisa thrive. They worked together and raised their children for another 10 years, until one tragic day, August 19, 2006&hellip; while Art was mowing the grass, he suffered a massive heart attack and died in her arms!<br />&nbsp;<br />Earlier in April 2000, our mother passed away.&nbsp; Lisa was still the baby, and she took that hard!&nbsp; Harder than the rest of us, save my dad.&nbsp;<br />&nbsp;<br />In 2006 at Art&rsquo;s passing, my dad was able to comfort her like none of the siblings could.&nbsp; He also had lost a spouse. Their common grief enabled them to bond even more than they had been over the years.<br />&nbsp;<br />But, Lisa was finally bruised beyond her ability to hold on&hellip;&nbsp; She grieved, we grieved&hellip; she was broken. After several weeks, months, maybe even years of mourning she picked herself back up and she moved on, again!&nbsp; It was the only thing she knew how to do&hellip; move on.<br />&nbsp;<br />Lisa immersed herself in her kids, her work, her church, and had about as much energy as any woman I&rsquo;ve ever seen!<br />&nbsp;<br />Her children all grew up. Allen was commissioned in the Air Force after graduating from the Citadel. AJ was working for the school district in his then hometown of Greeneville, SC.. Nikki is a cheerleader and has been attending Columbus State University. Allen married Meghan, AJ married Ashley, and Nikki is now planning her wedding to Merit for later this Summer.<br />&nbsp;<br />In 2009 she met the love of her life when she met Brandon, and on October 10, 2010 she and Brandon got married.&nbsp; She asked me to perform the ceremony, but when I checked my calender, I noticed that date was on a Sunday? I thought that was strange, but she explained that Brandon was a computer geek and they getting married on a day that looked like 1-0-1-0-1-0, the binary equivalent of Computer Nirvana!&nbsp; It was right then, without ever have met Brandon, that I liked him!<br />&nbsp;<br />About the only thing she was prouder of than her husband and children was her now emerging next generation&hellip; her grandchildren!&nbsp; McKenna was born in August of 2010 and Katelyn was born in May 2012.<br />&nbsp;<br />Lisa passed from this life last Sunday, January 27th. She was 50 years and 7 days old.&nbsp; Lisa celebrated her 50th birthday just eleven days before her demise.&nbsp; She had a party planned but it was postponed because of her health issues. &nbsp;So were just going to do that for her right now!<br />&nbsp;<br />She is survived by her husband Brandon, her four children, their spouses, six grandchildren, two brothers, two sisters and their spouses, 13 nieces and nephews, 21 great nieces and nephews, her father, a multitude of work associates and friends, and a whole Kingdom of God that meets here&hellip; and all over this world!<br />&nbsp;<br />So Lisa, were all here&hellip; let&rsquo;s party!<br /><strong>-30-</strong><br /><strong>&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt; Previous Story &lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; Next Story &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;</strong><br></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[My Mother was an Elvis fan]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.lifeatshutterspeed.net/shaner-hines-stories/my-mother-was-and-elvis-fan]]></link><comments><![CDATA[https://www.lifeatshutterspeed.net/shaner-hines-stories/my-mother-was-and-elvis-fan#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Tue, 12 Apr 2022 14:05:58 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.lifeatshutterspeed.net/shaner-hines-stories/my-mother-was-and-elvis-fan</guid><description><![CDATA[ Polly Hines Shaner was not one to back down from a challenge.&nbsp; It was part of her energy and it was a part of her spirit.&nbsp; My mom was such an endearing and warm-hearted human.&nbsp; She loved everybody and everybody loved her. She had 17 grandchildren. And if you asked any one of those grand-children they would have told you, that without a doubt, THEY were in fact, their grandmothers favorite grandchild! She just made everybody feel that way. She had many friends from the neighborhoo [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<span class='imgPusher' style='float:left;height:0px'></span><span style='display: table;width:271px;position:relative;float:left;max-width:100%;;clear:left;margin-top:0px;*margin-top:0px'><a><img src="https://www.lifeatshutterspeed.net/uploads/1/1/2/9/112919981/published/scan-324-copy.jpeg?1678571872" style="margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 10px; border-width:1px;padding:3px; max-width:100%" alt="Picture" class="galleryImageBorder wsite-image" /></a><span style="display: table-caption; caption-side: bottom; font-size: 90%; margin-top: -10px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: center;" class="wsite-caption"></span></span> <div class="paragraph" style="text-align:left;display:block;"><br /><font color="#2a2a2a">Polly Hines Shaner was not one to back down from a challenge.&nbsp; It was part of her energy and it was a part of her spirit.&nbsp; My mom was such an endearing and warm-hearted human.&nbsp; She loved everybody and everybody loved her. She had 17 grandchildren. And if you asked any one of those grand-children they would have told you, that without a doubt, THEY were in fact, their grandmothers favorite grandchild! She just made everybody feel that way. She had many friends from the neighborhood and her church and all of them would have said the same thing, &ldquo;I think I&rsquo;m Polly&rsquo;s best friend.&rdquo;</font><br /><br /></div> <hr style="width:100%;clear:both;visibility:hidden;"></hr>  <div>  <!--BLOG_SUMMARY_END--></div>  <span class='imgPusher' style='float:left;height:1999px'></span><span style='display: table;width:auto;position:relative;float:left;max-width:100%;;clear:left;margin-top:20px;*margin-top:40px'><a href='https://www.lifeatshutterspeed.net/uploads/1/1/2/9/112919981/resized-20220929-203949_orig.jpg' rel='lightbox' onclick='if (!lightboxLoaded) return false'><img src="https://www.lifeatshutterspeed.net/uploads/1/1/2/9/112919981/editor/resized-20220929-203949.jpg?1664673508" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 10px; border-width:1px;padding:3px; max-width:100%" alt="Picture" class="galleryImageBorder wsite-image" /></a><span style="display: table-caption; caption-side: bottom; font-size: 90%; margin-top: -10px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: center;" class="wsite-caption"></span></span> <div class="paragraph" style="text-align:left;display:block;"><font color="#2a2a2a">Polly had a lot of younger friends, with varying degrees of years younger, that she considered to be &ldquo;like my own child&rdquo; or even &ldquo;like my own grandchild.&rdquo;&nbsp; One such young man was my first cousin Billy Hines.&nbsp; Billy was my mothers nephew, but they were only four years apart in age.&nbsp; Mom and Billy grew up together more like brother and sister than aunt and nephew. They tormented and pranked each other constantly, yet loved each other fiercely. God save the outsider from one of them, who hurt or insulted the other.<br />&nbsp;<br />My mother loved music, especially from the crooners.&nbsp; Elvis, Patsy Cline, and Jim Reeves were among her favorites. She would often sit in a chair or curled up on the couch listening to LP albums of &ldquo;her music.&rdquo; I guess that&rsquo;s where I got my love for music.<br />&nbsp;<br />It was mid-fall of 1956. My father had been discharged from his U. S. Naval enlistment for several months now and was home in Peoria, Illinois with my mom, my older brother, me, and my newly born sister. Peoria was a gritty blue-collar town with most of the working men employed at the Caterpillar Tractor assembly plant. My Dad was not one of the &ldquo;Caterpillar Creeps.&rdquo; Times were tough, and my father was very under-employed to say the least.&nbsp; He worked at a couple of low paying jobs, (even for the late 50&rsquo;s) but for a man with a wife and three children under the age of four he was struggling to keep his head above water on so many fronts. At the time my dad was 24 and my mom was just barely 22 years old.<br />&nbsp;<br />My parents, siblings, me, and my cousin Billy made a trip to Memphis for my dad to visit the Navy Base where he negotiated a re-entry back into the Navy without a pay and rank cut from his previous service time.&nbsp; While they were in town, my mom wanted to go by the home where Elvis Presley lived to see if she could see the dark-haired crooner. After some pleading my dad turned the car around and headed to see Elvis. As my father&rsquo;s car pulled down what is now known as Elvis Presley Blvd., in what is now a run-down section of Memphis, known now as Whitehaven, my mother&rsquo;s eyes lit up because in her mind she KNEW she was about to meet Elvis!<br />&nbsp;<br />As they arrived all the &ldquo;lesser-fan-girls&rdquo; were gathered around the heavily secured fence that led up to the front door of the Old Graceland.&nbsp; Mom was verbalizing out loud that she thought she could climb the fence and get to the front door before any of the security guards could catch her. My Cousin Billy couldn&rsquo;t resist and challenged her, you might say he even &ldquo;double-dogged dared&rdquo; her to do so!&nbsp; As my mother&rsquo;s lips tightened, and her eyes squinted at him, you could almost hear her body language pick up the gauntlet and say, &ldquo;challenge accepted&rdquo; as she handed my dad the baby!<br />&nbsp;<br />Mom got out of the car and perused the landscape. The only security element there seemed to be was a fence that was a rod-ironed design that no adults could slip through. The barrier was high, but not a solid wall, so it gave a good view of the mansion. The front lawn was studded with a variety of trees that glistened with colorful fall hues as the sun shone through the leaves. As she started her ascent over the fence, she told my cousin and Dad that she that if she could climb over the fence without being noticed she thought she could dart between the trees and hide behind them, one at a time, so as not to be seen by the security and body guards.&nbsp; And she did just that!&nbsp; In a matter of seconds, she had darted all the way across the lawn to the door and began knocking anxiously as she looked back smiling at my cousin Billy who stood there with his mouth opened in shock!<br />&nbsp;<br />About as fast as she turned around to re-knock on the door, it suddenly opened surprising everybody watching her, but especially my mom!&nbsp; But NOBODY, I mean nobody expected what came next.&nbsp; Elvis, THE KING of Rock and Roll, the man himself. Elvis Presley answered the door! Elvis spoke with that same golden tone she had heard so many times in those talking sections of so many of his songs, he looked down at my mothers 4'11" stature and said, "Yes, can I help you"<br /><br />&ldquo;I came to see Elvis,&rdquo; she blurted out!<br />&nbsp;<br />At first, Elvis looked down and said, I&rsquo;m sorry, you're not supposed to be here and you&rsquo;ll need to go back&hellip; but then said, &ldquo;What&rsquo;s your name?&rdquo;<br /><br />My mother was almost never at a loss for words.&nbsp; Between that and her hyper-ventilating she managed to quickly squeak out, &ldquo;My name&rsquo;s Polly. I&rsquo;m here with my family, and my nephew bet me I wouldn&rsquo;t come and knock on your door!&rdquo;<br />&nbsp;<br />&ldquo;What&rsquo;s your nephew&rsquo;s name?<br /><br />Still speaking quickly and short of breath she said, "He&rsquo;s Billy, and he&rsquo;s the one down at that car" as she pointed behind her. As they both looked in that direction my cousin Billy was standing on top of the car to catch a glimpse of what was going on.&nbsp; His mouth was a gaped with his hands on top of his head, as if he was holding it to keep from exploding!<br />&nbsp;<br />&ldquo;Come on, let&rsquo;s go see Billy.&rdquo; Elvis stuck out his elbow, my mom cradled her hand in the crook of his elbow, between his forearm and bicep as they turned towards the car.<br />&nbsp;<br />As they approached the gate my mom told Elvis she wanted his autograph.&nbsp; When they arrived my dad had a pen, but they couldn&rsquo;t seem to find anything to write on, so my mom said, &ldquo;Here&rsquo;s a photo of my baby, (Brenda) just write it on the back.&rdquo; As he completed the signature, he handed the pen and photo back to my dad, and then the &ldquo;ground moved&rdquo; when Elvis reached down and kissed my mother on the cheek!<br />&nbsp;<br />Elvis was pulled back by a host of security guards that had followed them down the driveway. Everybody applauded at the sight and actions of Elvis. Many of the other girls hanging on the fence just stared in silence. As Elvis was led away he turned back to my mom, waved, smiled, winked and said, "Don't do this again!" Then he turned back toward Graceland, walked back to the house and through the front door.<br />&nbsp;<br /><u>My mom</u> - She was the one! She was the spunky, &ldquo;don&rsquo;t you dare me to do anything unless you want me to do it,&rdquo; kind of fun mom everybody would be lucky to have! &nbsp;She was the one who knocked on the door of Elvis. She was the one who was kissed by Elvis. Aaron. Presley!<br />&nbsp;<br />My mother passed away in 2000 at the age of 65. She told this story for the rest of her life and will forever more be told in the annals of our family history.<br />###</font><br></div> <hr style="width:100%;clear:both;visibility:hidden;"></hr>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Stortelling: Our life's narrative]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.lifeatshutterspeed.net/shaner-hines-stories/stortelling-our-lifes-narrative]]></link><comments><![CDATA[https://www.lifeatshutterspeed.net/shaner-hines-stories/stortelling-our-lifes-narrative#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Thu, 17 Jun 2021 20:51:11 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.lifeatshutterspeed.net/shaner-hines-stories/stortelling-our-lifes-narrative</guid><description><![CDATA[By Kara Shaner - Guest WriterThe great traveler, Ibn Battuta once said, &ldquo;Traveling &ndash; it leaves you speechless, then turns you into a storyteller.&rdquo; Stories, who doesn&rsquo;t love a great story? But what makes a great storyteller? Experience, passion, the ability to relate to an audience? When I think back to the best stories I&rsquo;ve ever heard, I was captivated by the details and transported back to the event that transpired. Travel creates new experiences, transforming us a [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="paragraph" style="text-align:left;"><font color="#050505"><font size="4"><em><strong>By Kara Shaner - Guest Writer</strong></em></font><br />The great traveler, Ibn Battuta once said, &ldquo;Traveling &ndash; it leaves you speechless, then turns you into a storyteller.&rdquo; Stories, who doesn&rsquo;t love a great story? But what makes a great storyteller? Experience, passion, the ability to relate to an audience? When I think back to the best stories I&rsquo;ve ever heard, I was captivated by the details and transported back to the event that transpired. Travel creates new experiences, transforming us all into storytellers. Stories that become our life&rsquo;s narrative. The details of memories&rsquo; past and tales of generations to come.</font><br /></div>  <div>  <!--BLOG_SUMMARY_END--></div>  <div class="paragraph" style="text-align:left;"><font color="#050505"><br />When looking back, I can&rsquo;t even count the number of times the phrase, &ldquo;Remember when we went &hellip;&rdquo; started off a slew of memories surrounding great travel experiences with family and friends - stories that will live in my mind for a lifetime.<br /><br />I began my role of storyteller at the ripe old age of five years old when my family vacationed in Jamaica. Most of my memories are more glimpses rather than a detailed log in my mind&rsquo;s eye. Glimpses of stories passed down through photos seasoned with a little family folklore.<br />When I close my eyes, I can see the view of the cotton ball like clouds out of the airplane window on my first plane ride as we descended out of the sky and into the tiny Jamaican airport. I can see our &ldquo;enormous&rdquo; hotel accommodations, or at least the vision I have in my five year-old mind. I remember the warm sand and the blue ocean and the brilliantly green palm trees. I remember the meticulously carved ice sculptures and the ornately decorated dining rooms.<br /><br />Beautiful family stories embellished over the years like the one of being carried up the side of a waterfall by our very generous, and sturdy guide because my little legs couldn&rsquo;t handle the trek. Or possibly my favorite memory of all - the resort talent show - where vacationers from far and wide were privileged to hear the vocal stylings of a timid five-year-old sing &ldquo;Blue Skies and Rainbows.&rdquo; These are the memories that leave a lasting imprint in my mind and on my heart.<br /><br />Whether it was camping or cruising, or traveling abroad or witnessing the indescribable beauty of our National Parks, travel has been a part of my life from a very young age, creating in me a desire for adventure, deepening my worldview and increasing my appreciation for life and culture - leaving me speechless and deepening my role of storyteller.<br />-30-<br /></font><strong>&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt; Previous Story &lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; Next Story &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;</strong><br></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Blind Date and the Tie]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.lifeatshutterspeed.net/shaner-hines-stories/the-blind-date-and-the-tie]]></link><comments><![CDATA[https://www.lifeatshutterspeed.net/shaner-hines-stories/the-blind-date-and-the-tie#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Thu, 17 Jun 2021 17:05:57 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.lifeatshutterspeed.net/shaner-hines-stories/the-blind-date-and-the-tie</guid><description><![CDATA[ When I first heard the name Kara Rogers, my youngest son Aaron, was calling home from college to say hello, but that was a guise for what he eventually got around to as the real reason he called.&nbsp; I suspected that something else was coming even though I did not know what that was.       &ldquo;I&rsquo;ve met somebody,&rdquo; he said, with a sense of I want to tell you that I have a girlfriend. &ldquo;Oh, tell me more.&rdquo;&nbsp; I relaxed in my chair waiting for the deets! &ldquo;Well, h [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<span class='imgPusher' style='float:left;height:0px'></span><span style='display: table;width:368px;position:relative;float:left;max-width:100%;;clear:left;margin-top:0px;*margin-top:0px'><a><img src="https://www.lifeatshutterspeed.net/uploads/1/1/2/9/112919981/published/aaron-kara-first-date.jpg?1623950275" style="margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 10px; border-width:1px;padding:3px; max-width:100%" alt="Picture" class="galleryImageBorder wsite-image" /></a><span style="display: table-caption; caption-side: bottom; font-size: 90%; margin-top: -10px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: center;" class="wsite-caption"></span></span> <div class="paragraph" style="text-align:left;display:block;"><font color="#040404">When I first heard the name Kara Rogers, my youngest son Aaron, was calling home from college to say hello, but that was a guise for what he eventually got around to as the real reason he called.&nbsp; I suspected that something else was coming even though I did not know what that was.</font><br /></div> <hr style="width:100%;clear:both;visibility:hidden;"></hr>  <div>  <!--BLOG_SUMMARY_END--></div>  <div class="paragraph" style="text-align:left;"><font color="#010101">&ldquo;I&rsquo;ve met somebody,&rdquo; he said, with a sense of I want to tell you that I have a girlfriend. &ldquo;Oh, tell me more.&rdquo;&nbsp; I relaxed in my chair waiting for the deets! &ldquo;Well, he said, I&rsquo;ve been dating her for a few weeks now and I really like her.&nbsp; Her name is Kara Rogers.&rdquo;&nbsp; He continued with a few details about her major, her hometown and the usual other background info.&nbsp; I knew that Aaron had had a serious relationship that had ended the summer before, and I didn&rsquo;t think he had been dating much.&nbsp; He was working a lot and was trying to finish up his last semester of school and was very active in his Social club that he was instrumental in starting just three years earlier.&nbsp; He was also starting to look for a youth ministry job for when he finished school in May.<br />&nbsp;<br />Then the most surprising and exciting bit of information was passed along to us.&nbsp; &ldquo;How did you guys meet,&rdquo; I asked? &ldquo;We met on a blind date,&rdquo; Aaron said. It was a club function for one of the women&rsquo;s social clubs on campus.&nbsp; Delta Gamma Rho, a social club with about 100 young college co-eds, planned a blind date function!&nbsp; First they gathered all of the names of the girls in their club who was willing to go on a simple group event where they met their dates for the evening at the first of many locations for which the event would take place.<br />&nbsp;<br />Aaron got the invitation to the blind date function through campus mail. he received an anonymous postcard with just a box number on it with a sandwich bag attached. He then put his tie in the bag and mailed it to the box number on the card.&nbsp;<br />&nbsp;<br />Megan Hitt, now Meghan Jones, gathered the willing club member&rsquo;s names and went out asking guys on the campus that she knew if they too would be willing to go on a blind date? If they responded yes, they were to bring her one of their neck ties (remember neck ties?). After collecting all the ties Megan sat down and got to do what a lot of young women would love to be able to do - play matchmaker, deciding which girl would be handed each boys tie.&nbsp; The girls didn&rsquo;t know who&rsquo;s tie they received and the boys didn&rsquo;t know who would be receiving their ties!&nbsp;<br />&nbsp;<br />As the blind date event got started, all the participants were to gather in one of the large classrooms on the Harding campus, McInteer 150. There were probably 75 girls that were willing to participate and Megan had a guy lined up for each one of them.&nbsp; The guys would come in, find the girl that was wearing his necktie, walk up to her and introduce himself.&nbsp; For the rest of the evening that young lady was his date. The event was a progressive dinner where the group would travel from their starting location to a variety of different locations for the different courses of the meal.<br />&nbsp;<br />As the event unfolded for the introduction part of the evening the many young men came in a few at a time, found their dates and starting meeting each other.&nbsp; As fate would have it, Aaron got stuck at work, while Kara waited, and waited&hellip; I&rsquo;ve never been stood up for a blind date (I only went on one in my life and it was a good experience), but I think we&rsquo;ve all heard stories of such nightmares. Aaron called Meghan and told her he would be late so while Kara was probably anxious, she wasn&rsquo;t worried that she wasn&rsquo;t going to be stood her up.&nbsp; She had never had a boyfriend although she certainly was girlfriend material! Kara was cute, sweet and she exuded personality! A few weeks later when I first met Kara I immediately gave Aaron the two-thumbs up sign.&nbsp; But back to the blind date event&hellip; As the different participants arrived and paired up Aaron was nowhere to be found.</font><br /><br /><font color="#050505">Aaron had got held over at work.&nbsp; He worked at the Bible House, a local Christian bookstore in Searcy, and for whatever reason couldn't get out the door even though he knew he had a date.&nbsp; Finally, he was able to hurry home, hop in the shower and rush over to McInteer 150.&nbsp; There was Kara, standing all alone wearing his tie! Aaron was very embarrassed and very sad that Kara might have been worried.&nbsp;<br />&nbsp;<br />&ldquo;I&rsquo;m so sorry!&rdquo; Aaron exclaimed again and again!&nbsp; Kara was too nice to say anything other than, &ldquo;No worries, let&rsquo;s have fun this evening?&rdquo;&nbsp; And off they went on the progressive dinner making stops at various locations for the next course of their meal as they had different games and activities at each stop.&nbsp; They exchanged the normal stories about each other as anyone would that was on a blind date.<br />&nbsp;<br />Throughout the evening Aaron felt bad about being so late&hellip;&nbsp; They had a lot of common friends. During the next two weeks they had a couple of group activities together before Aaron asked Kara out for a one-on-one date. And the rest, as they say, is history!&nbsp; They never dated anyone else and remained a couple during the next 21 months before they got married.<br />&nbsp;<br />Aaron finished college in May of 2007 and promptly went on an 8-week Mission Internship to Mozambique before returning to the states and leaving the next day for our family&rsquo;s only all member mission trip as we went to Belize for a week. Soon after, Aaron was off to start his first professional post college job as the youth minister of the Bayside Church of Christ in Virginia Beach, Virginia.<br />&nbsp;<br />Kara had another year of college left so they started a long distance relationship, making as many trips back and forth as their finances and schedules would allow. As graduation 2008 approached they decided that Kara should move to Virginia Beach so could continue their relationship in the same town before making any decisions about forever more.<br />&nbsp;<br />Upon one of the visits to Virginia Beach Kara made some connections with a few school teachers and soon was offered a job teaching Middle School English and Honors classes.&nbsp; Just the fact that she was skilled at teaching Middle Schoolers, seventh and eighth grade students, gave me a higher admiration for her than I already had.&nbsp; I often quipped when telling others about my son&rsquo;s girlfriend that she got a &ldquo;Go-Directly-To-Heaven&rdquo; scholarship and surely would receive a few extra stars in her crown for teaching this age group!<br />&nbsp;<br />A few months later Aaron was proposing marriage.&nbsp; (I&rsquo;ll let them tell that story in another post.) On December 18th 2008 they got married.&nbsp; They had &ldquo;the tie&rdquo; from their blind date in a frame and a bit of copy telling the story of their blind date&hellip; And I got to officiate while they &ldquo;Tied the Knot!&rdquo;</font><br />-30-<br /><span style="color:rgb(5, 5, 5)"></span><strong>&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt; Previous Story &lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; Next Story &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;</strong><span style="color:rgb(5, 5, 5)"> </span><br></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[The leader of the band]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.lifeatshutterspeed.net/shaner-hines-stories/post-title-here]]></link><comments><![CDATA[https://www.lifeatshutterspeed.net/shaner-hines-stories/post-title-here#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Mon, 22 Jun 2020 16:41:14 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.lifeatshutterspeed.net/shaner-hines-stories/post-title-here</guid><description><![CDATA[Ashley is a pretty and sweet 2nd cousin of mine. Or, is she a 1st cousin once removed? She is the daughter of my 1st cousin Jennifer. Ashley has always had a love for all thing&rsquo;s music. She is a guitar player, a mandolin player and plays the piano. Truth be known she could probably play anything she wanted to. And she sings! Did I say how good Ashley is at singing? She&rsquo;s amazing!       Ashley loved her grandmother Joyce. Joyce was my dad&rsquo;s sister, my aunt.&nbsp; Ashley and my a [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="paragraph" style="text-align:left;"><font color="#2a2a2a">Ashley is a pretty and sweet 2nd cousin of mine. Or, is she a 1st cousin once removed? She is the daughter of my 1st cousin Jennifer. Ashley has always had a love for all thing&rsquo;s music. She is a guitar player, a mandolin player and plays the piano. Truth be known she could probably play anything she wanted to. And she sings! Did I say how good Ashley is at singing? She&rsquo;s amazing!</font><br /></div>  <div>  <!--BLOG_SUMMARY_END--></div>  <span class='imgPusher' style='float:left;height:0px'></span><span style='display: table;width:400px;position:relative;float:left;max-width:100%;;clear:left;margin-top:0px;*margin-top:0px'><a><img src="https://www.lifeatshutterspeed.net/uploads/1/1/2/9/112919981/published/the-leader-of-the-band.jpg?1619816260" style="margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 10px; border-width:1px;padding:3px; max-width:100%" alt="Picture" class="galleryImageBorder wsite-image" /></a><span style="display: table-caption; caption-side: bottom; font-size: 90%; margin-top: -10px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: center;" class="wsite-caption"></span></span> <div class="paragraph" style="text-align:left;display:block;"><font color="#2a2a2a">Ashley loved her grandmother Joyce. Joyce was my dad&rsquo;s sister, my aunt.&nbsp; Ashley and my aunt Joyce were really kind of kindred spirits when it came to music.&nbsp; My Aunt Joyce could sing and play a variety of instruments.&nbsp;<br />&nbsp;<br />Shortly before she passed away, I found out that my Aunt Joyce would sing at County Fairs while playing the mandolin or banjo back in her town area of Peoria, Illinois. During high school my Aunt Joyce entered many singing contests and was a prolific high school band member back in the late forties and early fifties.<br />&nbsp;<br />One of cousin Ashley&rsquo;s favorite songs, (mine too), is a song called The Leader of the Band. Dan Fogelberg wrote, performed and recorded this song in 1979 but felt it was too sentimental for the current album he was working on, so he didn't release it until 1981. His father, Lawrence Fogelberg, died the following year. The Leader of the Band, is a soulful and warm recollection of his father whom many called, the Leader of the Band. The senior Fogelberg had this nickname because for many years he was the high school Band teacher at Peoria-Woodruff High School in Peoria, Illinois. Additionally, during his career, Fogelberg lead the band programs at Pekin High School, and Bradley University. Thousands of students went through his band programs including my father, and his younger sister, my aunt Joyce (and Ashley&rsquo;s grandmother).<br /><br />In 2010, while having dinner in my aunt Joyce&rsquo;s apartment in Virginia Beach, I was visiting with Ashley and discussing our common love for music.&nbsp; My aunt Joyce was in the kitchen cleaning up after a wonderful meal. When the topic of music came up, for some reason that I don&rsquo;t remember, the song, The Leader of the Band, was dropped. She swooned how much she loved that song. I told her, &ldquo;I love that song too. And, I am going to tell you something that you probably don&rsquo;t know!&rdquo;&nbsp; &ldquo;What,&rdquo; she asked with anticipation? I proceeded to explain the significance of Dan Fogelberg&rsquo;s father being called the Leader of the band. I then told her that Dan Fogelberg&rsquo;s father, the Leader of the Band, was her grandmother&rsquo;s high school band teacher!<br />&nbsp;<br /><em>(Side-story of relevance), I knew my aunt Joyce played the Mandolin, and my cousin Jennifer recently told me that she also played piano (taught by our grandfather Shaner) and that Lawrence Fogelberg taught her the drums in high school and that&rsquo;s what she played on his band. According to Jennifer, Mr. Fogelberg also taught her how to twirl a baton!</em><br />&nbsp;<br />Back to my story - Ashley&rsquo;s response was, &ldquo;No, stop teasing me like that!&rdquo; (as I am prone to do).&nbsp; I assured her that as much as I love teasing her that this was in fact true, but she still didn&rsquo;t believe me.&nbsp; So, I stopped and hollered into the kitchen, &ldquo;Aunt Joyce, would you come in here for a moment? Upon her arrival I asked, (without tipping my hand as to why I was asking), &ldquo;Do you remember the name of your high school band teacher?<br />&nbsp;<br />&ldquo;My high school band teacher?&rdquo; she repeated, with a look and tone of why in the world are you asking me that? &ldquo;Yes, your high school band teacher. Do you remember his name?&rdquo; She looked down, scrunched her face for a few seconds, and said, &ldquo;Do you mean Mr. Fogelberg?<br />&nbsp;<br />Cousin Ashley screamed with delight and almost rolled off the couch in disbelief!&nbsp; One of her favorite songs was written about the protagonist in the story of the song, the Leader of the Band, and that man Larry Fogelberg, was Ashley&rsquo;s grandmothers high school band teacher&hellip; The Leader of the Band!<br />&nbsp;<br />I few years later, as I heard this song on my playlist while on a road trip, I was reminded of this wonderful family story.&nbsp; I sent Ashley a message telling her I was thinking about her and asking her if she remembered this story?&nbsp; Her reply, &ldquo;Yes, it still blows my mind!&rdquo;<br />&nbsp;<br />Friends, this is why we tell family stories and pass the joy of &ldquo;Life at Shutter Speed&rdquo; down through the generations!<br />&nbsp;<br />Here are the lyric&rsquo;s (if you know this song, I&rsquo;m sure you will be singing along as you read)<br /><strong><em>Leader of the Band</em></strong><br /><em>An only child alone and wild, a cabinet maker's son<br />His hands were meant for different work<br />And his heart was known to none<br />He left his home and went his lone and solitary way<br />And he gave to me a gift I know I never can repay</em><br /><br /><em>A quiet man of music denied a simpler fate<br />He tried to be a soldier once, but his music wouldn't wait<br />He earned his love through discipline, a thundering velvet hand<br />His gentle means of sculpting souls took me years to understand<br /><br />The leader of the band is tired and his eyes are growing old<br />But his blood runs through my instrument and his song is in my soul<br />My life has been a poor attempt to imitate the man<br />I'm just a living legacy to the leader of the band<br /><br />My brother's lives were different for they heard another call<br />One went to Chicago and the other to St Paul<br />And I'm in Colorado when I'm not in some hotel<br />Living out this life I've chose and come to know so well<br /><br />I thank you for the music and your stories of the road<br />I thank you for the freedom when it came my time to go<br />I thank you for the kindness and the times when you got tough<br />And papa, I don't think I said I love you near enough<br /><br />The leader of the band is tired and his eyes are growing old<br />But his blood runs through my instrument and his song is in my soul<br />My life has been a poor attempt to imitate the man<br />I'm just a living legacy to the leader of the band<br />I am a living legacy to the leader of the band </em><br />&nbsp;<br />Writer/s: DAN FOGELBERG / Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC / Lyrics licensed and provided by <a href="https://www.lyricfind.com" target="_blank">LyricFind</a><br />&nbsp;<br />P.S. One of the cool things about Dan Fogelberg&rsquo;s original rendition of this song is in the last 20 seconds of the song. The song concludes with part of a performance by the UCLA Band of the John Philip Sousa march "The Washington Post" arranged by Fogelberg's father.<br /><strong>-30-</strong><br /></font><strong>&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt; Previous Story &lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; Next Story &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;</strong><br><br></div> <hr style="width:100%;clear:both;visibility:hidden;"></hr>]]></content:encoded></item></channel></rss>