Ronda, Grandma Barb and the Long Way Home: A Miracle of Poetry: Everyday Magic, Day 525

Why the poetry caravan went to St. Francis for a reading had everything to do with one of the town’s prodigal daughters, Ronda Miller. Ronda and her sister mostly grew up here, living with grandparents outside of this extreme Northwest Kansas town after horrendous losses in their childhoods, first with the suicide of their mother, then with the loss of other family members (including their brother, who was ripped out of their arms and sent to live with other family members).

Ronda's sister and her husband, and a cousin, all flown in from far-off places for the reading

Arriving in St. Francis at age seven, heartbroken and afraid, Ronda encountered great kindness in Grandma Barb, who was Ronda’s teacher at the one-room school house. “I just remember a beautiful little girl,” Grandma Barb told us over breakfast at the Majestic gas station/cafe. “And I did with her what I did with all the kids: I wrapped her in love.” She also encouraged Ronda to read and write as did other teachers later on.

Fast forward over 40 years, and here we are: Ronda’s sister and husband flew in from Virginia to surprise her, a cousin came from the Northwest, and many family members from near and far converged for the Poetry Caravan reading and release of Ronda’s first book of poetry, aptly titled, Going Home. Grandma Barb, after being up on the band shell with us during the reading so that Ronda could honor her (along with a high school English teacher), joined us for fried chicken dinner at the Majestic and breakfast there the next morning.

Over tasty fried food, Grandma Barb shared her secrets for a life of meaning and joy: “Honey, I don’t like to cook or bake. I like to dance!” she told us, explaining how she learned the Charleston as a girl and has been dancing ever since, sometimes driving 80 miles to a local (local in Western Kansas is less than 100 miles) dance although she’s “90 and holding.”

Grandma Barb and Forest

This kind of spirit speaks volumes about what difference a loving mentor can make and did make and still makes. I was so inspired by Grandma Barb’s life — attending all kinds of events and groups, gardening, helping others, and planting joy wherever she goes — that I told her I wanted to be like her when I grew up.

I’m just as dazzled by Ronda’s spirit, strong enough to thrive in unlikely places and carry her through a bevy of vocations (police officer, fashion model, child care provider) to her poetry, which she returned to its source here in St. Francis. Poetry not only brought together her extended family for a variety of pie at the local gas station, but it brought us together to learn the secrets of healing that happened and are still happening all the time all around us.

(Thanks to Ronda for arranging this trip, and fellow poets of the caravan: Nancy Hubble, Karen Ohnesorge, Lee Mick, Rick Nichols. Special thanks to a special patron saint for underwriting our trip.)

 

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6 responses to “Ronda, Grandma Barb and the Long Way Home: A Miracle of Poetry: Everyday Magic, Day 525

  1. Beautiful and inspiring! Here’s to Ronda, Grandma Barb, you and the poetry of your lives.

    • Thanks, Kelly!

      Thanks, Caryn, for making this dream of ‘Going Home’ come to fruition in a manner I could be proud of. It was absolutely cathartic for me. Seeing my family with fellow poets will be a memory I carry close to my heart forever.

      Your loving spirit encouraged it from the beginning when I first learned of your desire to share voices of poetry across our entire, wondrous and beautiful state. We did it!!!!

  2. Ronda,

    I so much enjoyed being there with you, and for you. Thank you for letting me be a small part of your inspiring life. I owe you so much.
    -Lee

    • Lee, it works both ways. You’re a poet who was just waiting to be discovered. I’m so honored to be of assistant. Here’s to many readings throughout our future years. Keep inspiring us all with your poetic words. I can’t think of anyone else I’d rather take home to meet the family than yourself and Denelle.

  3. Thank you for sharing. I love the cover of your book. I put my poetry to music but it’s not very good. Murray.

    • Thanks Murray. I’m still looking forward to hearing your music. Perhaps at our upcoming retreat!