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Children’s books for Black History Month

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Amari Pearson and Laurie Heathcock show off children’s books for Black History Month in the Children’s Corner on February 13 (Rebekah Hawkins/The Chanticleer).

Rebekah Hawkins, Special to the Chanticleer

 

Five books sat posed on the stage that sits in the Children’s Corner of Houston Cole Library.

Every Tuesday is storytime in the Corner and librarian Laurie Heathcock says that although it’s a new thing, she hopes it will take off soon.

“We just finished the Children’s Corner not too long ago,” Heathcock said. “It’s a great chance for both the JSU students to read and the children who are read to.”

JSU students can volunteer or be invited to read to the children each week. Heathcock says Cocky has made a visit with the cheerleaders and that the JSU soccer and softball teams are scheduled to make an appearance.

Sophomore Amari Pearson made her second visit to the Children’s Corner for the special Black History Month reading.

“I got involved because I like kids,” Pearson said. “Kids like to find people that they can look up to, and when people read to them they can learn.”

Both Heathcock and Pearson took turns reading the four loose biographies and West African legend that made the book list for the week.

Heathcock says she has other special events scheduled for the children’s corner including a bilingual storytime in March. She says there will be movies in Spanish and English as well as readings.

“Children have so much distraction with technology now,” Heathcock said. “It’s important for children to not just read but to be read to. It helps with vocabulary and social skills and imagination. Plus I learn a lot from the books too.”

For Pearson it’s about helping to expose children to different cultures and ideas.

“It’s all part of history,” She said. “What got us here, different cultures and people. It keeps up realizing where we came from and why we’re all here.”

Find all the stories at the Black History Month storytime below:

 

20180213_194254.jpgBad News for Outlaws: The Remarkable Life of Bass Reeves Deputy, US Marshal by Vaunda Nelson

This biography tells the true story of Bass Reeves a former slave who became a deputy US Marshal and remained one for 32 years.

 

 

 

 

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Ananse and the Lizard by Pat Cummings

A West African legend about a spider named Ananse who seeks to become chief by learning the name of the chief’s daughter in order to marry her. When he accidentally discovers the name, he shares it with a lizard only to be betrayed.

 

 

 

20180213_194319.jpgMartin’s Big Words by Doreen Rappaport

A biography of Martin Luther King Jr. and the words that he used from when he was young to when he became a minister and changed the world for the people that followed him.

 

 

 

 

 

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A loose biography of musician Jimi Hendrix as he grew up in the boarding house drawing and learning how to play music.

 

 

 

 

 

20180213_194301.jpgBarack Obama: Son of Promise Child of Hope by Nikki Grimes

Young David sees a video of Barack Obama and asks his mother who he is. His mother spins a tale of the life of Barack Obama from his beginnings in Hawaii as Barry to his presidency in the present.

 

 

 

 

*All photos by Rebekah Hawkins/The Chanticleer*

Redbox and Chill?

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Rebekah Hawkins, Special to the Chanticleer

 

“Have you seen the new so-and-so movie yet?”

Actually Susan, no I haven’t been to the movies in a while. Thanks for reminding me that I never actually leave my house.

You have to admit, you honestly can’t remember the last time you went out for the evening to see a movie. Maybe it was because the last time you saw a movie the kid behind you kept his feet firmly planted in your back, or because the woman next to you insisted on peeing and getting refreshments for the entire duration of the two-and-a-half hour movie. There’s always Netflix, well when they add new things, which is almost never.

So what’s next? Sure, there are tons of streaming sites to choose from but not everyone has those options. But, there’s the next best thing. The nearest Redbox. For the low price of $1.50 a day, $2.00 for Blu-Ray, you can rent a new release movie or perhaps something else and return it the next day to any available Redbox kiosk.

But the biggest conundrum is what to rent. A horror movie? Comedy? Romance? Action? So many possibilities. Here are a few options to consider currently at Redbox.

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Logan Lucky

Rated PG-13

Genre: Comedy/Crime

 The story of a devoted father named Jimmy Logan (Channing Tatum) who teams up with one-armed brother Clyde Logan (Adam Driver) and sister Mellie Logan (Riley Keough) to steal money from the Charlotte Motor Speedway during the biggest race of the year. With the help of incarcerated demolitions expert Joe Bang (Daniel Craig), they work to pull off the heist after a mix-up throws a dent in the plans.

Redbox and Chill Rating: 5 out of 5

I saw this movie in theaters, and would have seen it again because I loved it that much. It was funny, endearing, the characters were lovable and fleshed out. Also Daniel Craig is hilarious outside of his James Bond persona playing a jailed country bomber. If you’re looking for something light-hearted and not too hard to follow, this is the one for you.

 

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American Made

Rated R

Genre: Drama/Crime

Tom Cruise plays Barry Seal, a TWA pilot who ends up being recruited by the CIA to provide recon in Central America during the communist threat. In the process, the infamous Medellin drug Cartel is created and the Reagan White House nearly comes crashing down amid the lies and deception.

Redbox and Chill Rating: 5 out of 5

 I’ll be the first to admit that I am not a fan of Tom Cruise. He’s just a weird guy and all that has left a bad taste in my mouth when it comes to his movies. That being said, I saw this with my boyfriend, and loved it. It kept me on the edge of my seat and made me want to do more research into what actually happened and how much President Reagan was involved. This movie is full of action and has a solid story. It’s a little more hard-core than Logan Lucky, pretty violent and you need to pay attention to the story to follow it.

 

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It

Rated R

Genre Horror/Thriller

 Stephen King’s classic novel heads to the big screen in this adaptation starring Bill Skarsgard as the notorious Pennywise the Dancing Clown who terrorizes seven outcasts in the small town of Derry, Maine over the course of a summer. Together they must overcome their fears and work to destroy him.

Redbox and Chill Rating: 5 out of 5

 I promise I’m giving you my honest ratings on these movies. I’m a huge horror movie fan, so when I saw advertisements for the new It, I knew I would be first in line to see it. No one can replace Tim Curry in my heart as Pennywise, but Bill Skarsgard does a fine job of trying. He is frightening and convincing as the murderous clown, and the kids work well together as a group. The movie is full of jump-scares as well as regular scares, and the opening sequence is well-done and every bit as memorable as the original. It is intense, and obviously horror so this is a movie made for a cold, stormy evening at home.

 

So there you have it, a few options for a night in. Jacksonville has several Redbox locations. Dollar General on Nisbet St has one, the Walgreen’s has two kiosks, Winn Dixie has one and Wal-Mart has two indoor kiosks. If you need specific directions, check the Redbox site.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reflections of the Associate Editor

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Sports Editor Timothy Cash and Associate Editor Rebekah Hawkins high five in the Chanticleer office after finishing the last paper of the fall 2017 semester. Cash and Hawkins will both graduate with bachelor’s degrees in digital journalism on December 15 (photo by Alissa Camplin/The Chanticleer).

Rebekah Hawkins, Associate Editor

7 years.

And no, it’s not the beginning of some twisted college movie where a videotape kills you, it’s more like a twisted college existence and the thing killing you is your degree.

I’ve been in college for seven years. Two years in community college and five years at JSU to get one four-year degree, and I’ll be honest I’ve thought of quitting a lot over the years. I’ve worked multiple jobs, sometimes at one time, to put myself through school without loans, so school has been a steady progression taking what I can as I can afford it. Spoiler alert: I can never afford it.

But here we are. Seven and some odd years since I graduated high school and at the age of 25 I’m finally going to get to walk across that stage and get the thing I’ve wanted more than anything else. My Bachelor’s degree. To say I’m relieved is an understatement, to say I’m excited doesn’t even begin to cover it and to say I never thought this day would come doesn’t even come close.

I wanted to talk about a lot of things in this piece. I wanted to talk about my time at JSU and how awful some parts of it were. About feeling like a number and not a person, about crying every single time they raised tuition and again when they cut my financial aid in half. I wanted to write about my frustrations and anger, about my sadness and tribulation, but then I decided not to. I decided instead to write about what became my saving grace, my joy and happiness and the brightest of the bright spots during my time as a Gamecock: my year as the Chanticleer Associate Editor.

I’ve been a writer for the Chanty since I got here and I’ve seen three different sets of editors come through, written for all of them but only really made true friends with the ones that are there now. Friendships I never expected, and didn’t know how badly I needed.

To Katie: Our fearless leader. You have been my friend from the beginning. From the first time I walked through that door and sat down at the desk beside yours. We’ve joked about how slow the computers are, accidentally got new ones, eaten lots of chocolate, told story after story, decorated for Christmas and so much more. For all of those things I thank you so much. Thank you for all the love that you’ve given me and shown me, thank you for teaching me things when you didn’t have to and being patient when I asked questions over and over. Thanks for listening to me ramble and go off on tangents about politics and religion and for always being there when I needed you. I love you and will miss you so much and I look forward to reading whatever you write from now until forever!

To Alissa: The one person who loves her dog as much as I love mine. You are so amazingly wonderful and beautiful with a solid heart of gold. I remember when you found Liberty and then I remember when you decided to adopt her. I remember all the fun stuff you bought for her. I loved getting to do stuff with you and Liberty and Milo, I hope we can still do all that. Thanks for always making me laugh, for making me feel loved and pretty, for being silly and making fun of Tim and for doing my make up for my pictures with Ethan. Thanks for eating all the candy that I bought for the office and thanks for laughing with me when the picture frame broke during staff photos. I’ll always remember that. You’re a rock and a star and I can’t wait to see how far you go with Lib by your side! I love you!

To Tim: My BFF. I’ve known you longer than Katie and Alissa. You were my third sports editor. I only knew you through the computer and text messages before we actually met when I became Associate Editor. You were the first sports editor to actively tell me when my writing needed work and to tell me how to fix it. I’ll always appreciate the constructive criticism, even if I joke and tell you that you a mean dictator. Thanks for talking sports with me, for enduring my jabs about the Dodgers, for being my pal at the Anniston Star after we finished writing and for letting us meet Diana. I know that was hard for you (hee hee). You are hilarious and so much fun, I’ll miss our Tuesday afternoons just hanging out. Don’t forget us when you’re a big sports writer somewhere. Oh yeah, and I love ya.

Thanks JSU for giving me my friends. Friends that I never would have met anywhere else. I guess I owe you that much.

Goodbye JSU, I kind of hate to love you and you suck sometimes, but I’ll miss you.

Pictures on the Mantle: Memories of Thanksgiving

Rebekah Hawkins, Associate Editor

There’s a lot of argument as to whether or not we transition too fast between Halloween and Christmas.

And to be fair, there’s some merit in those statements. When Halloween has barely ended and I’m already hearing “Holly, Jolly Christmas” on the radio, or seeing Christmas trees gracing the Garden Center in Wal-Mart, maybe it IS too early for all that.

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An early family Thanksgiving. Back row: Steve Hawkins, Harold Lipscomb, Dan Norton. Middle row: Paula Hawkins, Micki Lipscomb, Selina Norton and Brenda Norton. Bottom row: Jack Norton holding baby Kacee, Janie Sue Norton holding baby Ashleigh (photo courtesy of Rebekah Hawkins).

Personally, I’m one of those people that starts planning for Christmas when Halloween ends. I spend all of October planning a perfect Halloween, then when November starts you might as well call me St. Nick and dress me all in red because I am ready for Christmas.

I love the trees and the lights and the decorations. I love the corny Christmas music and cheesy Christmas specials. I love the movies and the caroling. All of it. And I aim to start it as soon as possible so I can enjoy it longer. But sometimes I do wonder if I’m forgetting about Thanksgiving.

Sometimes when I look deep into my childhood memories I can’t remember a lot of Thanksgivings. They seem like a blur that turns into Christmas. I see a lot of pictures from Christmases past, but we don’t often take pictures on Thanksgiving. It’s mostly just a, “Hi, how are you? Haven’t seen you all year. Oh yay food! Okay, bye. See you in a month at Christmas.”

Thanksgiving and Christmas are two of the only days of the year that I see all of my family. I see my grandparents on my dad’s side more because they live right around the corner from me, but the rest of my family, on both sides, I’m lucky if I see more than just those two designated days in the winter.

It’s sad isn’t it?

I was always taught that Thanksgiving was a time to be grateful for all the things that we have. All the things that we share. I wish that I had more memories of Thanksgiving than just the ones that blur into Christmas. But there are some memories that stand out.

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Rebekah’s family with her grandparents, from left: Paula, Dean, Janie Sue, Micki, Jack and Brenda (photo courtesy of Rebekah Hawkins).

I do remember the table cloth with the leaf pattern that draped over the long table. I remember how it used to just be just one long table, then it became two as the family grew. I remember the sausage balls carefully placed into a basket with an orange napkin, festive as my grandmother is, and I remember being told by my mother not to eat too many before lunch.

I remember my grandfather falling asleep in his chair and pretending like he wasn’t.

I remember being disappointed that the only dessert offered on Thanksgiving was a jam cake, and I hated jam cakes. I remember my dad hiding out in the corner by the TV so he could watch the Thanksgiving NFL games.

I remember going to my dad’s parents’ house and getting what was left over of Thanksgiving dinner before going home. I remember dad always saying that he was full and then standing in the kitchen and making himself a plate anyway.

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Rebekah’s parents, Paula and Steve (standing) with her grandfather, Jack (seated) (photo courtesy of Rebekah Hawkins).

I remember my grandfather standing in front of the small kitchen window, him as tall as the window itself, and scrubbing the dishes carefully and methodically like he always has.

I remember my grandmother asking my dad if he wanted her to wrap up anything for him, and him always saying no before changing his mind and asking if she wouldn’t mind.

I remember my mom reading the Black Friday ads that were strewn on the couch and wondering aloud to my grandmother why anyone would bother getting out in all that mess.

And the sweet tea. I remember the Red Diamond sweet tea.

There are memories like those that make me smile. Memories that I can clearly see, and that still go on to this day. And there are others that I sometimes wish I could forget.

I remember the first Thanksgiving after my grandfather died. He had died on November 1, and everyone was still processing it when our first holiday without him came. I remember the house decked out in its usual Thanksgiving décor, yet slightly sad and less than. I remember his pictures being up all over the house, a reminder of him so we wouldn’t forget. As if we could.

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Rebekah’s grandfather, Jack Norton, who died on November 1, 2014 (photo courtesy of Rebekah Hawkins).

I remember his chair being empty for most of the night, until my grandmother sat in it herself, as if to say, “This is where he would have been. This is where I wish he still was.”

I remember the tears when my dad said the prayer. When he said, “This family is hurting right now. Because we lost someone important. But we’re still here. We’re still a family.”

I remember all that.

I remember all the Thanksgivings after. How the house has lightened, how we’ve processed and how we’ve done our best to move on. How life has changed for us all, but how those pictures still remain where they were that first Thanksgiving without him. How he remains.

I remember Thanksgiving.

In the midst of planning for Black Friday shopping or planning for Christmas as early as I can because life is so busy, I’m going to try to remember Thanksgiving. Remember the memories I have, and the ones that are still to come. Remember that leaf covered table cloth, the jam cake and sausage balls, my grandfather washing dishes in the kitchen, the leftovers dad swore he didn’t want and those pictures on the mantle.

Not sugar-coating it

**Editor’s Note**: November is Diabetes Awareness Month. One in 10 Americans have diabetes while another 84 million adults in the U.S are at risk of developing type two diabetes. The Chanticleer sat down with two people that have diabetes and asked them a series of questions about life as life as a diabetic, when they were diagnosed and how it has changed their lives. One is in their twenties, one is in their sixties, one has type 1 diabetes and the other has type 2. While their stories and lives are different, in the end they must do a lot of the same things in order to keep themselves healthy and well.

 Name: Katie

Age: 21

What type do you have? Type 1

What exactly does that mean? Type 1 Diabetes (or T1D) means that my pancreas’ beta cells do not produce any insulin at all. They shut down for no discernable reason.

How long have you had it? I was diagnosed on April 18, 2012. I was 16 and a sophomore in high school, which is pretty old for T1D. T1D used to be called Juvenile Diabetes, because it almost always appeared exclusively in young children. People still use the term Juvenile Diabetes (it’s not “wrong”), but we’re finding out that older teens and young adults can be diagnosed with T1D, too, and that it’s not so much an age factor as a “what’s going on with my pancreas” factor.

With your type, what are you supposed to do as far as regulating? I check my blood sugar 3-4 times a day and inject myself with two types of insulin (the stuff my pancreas should be making, but isn’t). Novalog is the insulin I take when I eat. It’s fast-acting and breaks down the carbs in the food I eat so that my body can process it. The amount of Novalog varies by what I’m eating at that meal as well as what my blood sugar level is. Before I eat, I check my blood sugar. A “good” blood sugar level is generally between 80 and 120, but that number varies for every diabetic. Ithe insulin I take for the carb content of my food. As far as that goes, I my ratio (ratios vary for everyone!) is one unit of insulin per every five grams of carbs. If my blood sugar is low (below 80), I take less insulin or I only do insulin for the food I’m eating, and then I eat or drink something extra like a small candy bar or apple juice. Then, every night I take Lantus, another insulin. I take the same amount of Lantus every night. It’s a long-lasting insulin that keeps my blood sugar stable throughout the day. Sometimes, despite all my efforts to “regulate” it, my blood sugar still doesn’t cooperate. So, sometimes, you just accept the number and correct for it.

With diabetes is it strictly about controlling sugar or is it other levels as well that need regulating? Well, yes and no. But, to put it simply, if I’m sick, my blood sugar will probably be high. When I’m on my period, my blood sugar will probably be high. If I’m really stressed, my blood sugar will be high. (It’s kind of like blood pressure in that sense.) For some people, exercising brings their blood sugar down. For me, it tends to send it up….and then down some. Alcohol, too, does weird things. So all those things are things that I need to understand about my body before I do something. It doesn’t mean I can’t do those things. It just means that I have to prepare a little in advance.

Is it difficult to go without things that you know you shouldn’t have? At first, yes. For about six weeks after my diagnosis, I refused to eat any carbohydrates. (I’m talking no bread or pasta or potatoes or candy or cake or ice cream or anything!) I was so afraid of the needles and so afraid of ending up in the hospital again that my solution was to ignore my diabetes. And it was miserable. I was so tired all the time. But after a while, I decided that I loved bread and pasta and potatoes and candy and cake and ice cream more too much to give it up. And, honestly, it’s not healthy to not eat carbs. They literally give you energy. So that adjustment period was really hard, but my parents never told me I couldn’t have any of those things. They never “deprived me” of being a normal teenager. Anything like that was self-imposed because I needed to figure some things out for myself.

Do you sometimes cheat? Sometimes? Ha, depending on who you ask, I cheat every day! I love food, so I do tend to eat whatever I want. I’ve come to the point now that I eat whatever and do insulin for it. I will say that I’m very bad about checking my blood sugar. I usually just eat food, guesstimate my carbs and do insulin for that. And I’ll admit that that’s not normal. I’m very “stable” as far as diabetes goes. I’ve known diabetics who have to know exactly how many carbs they’re eating, and they have to eat at the same time every day. I’m not like that, thank God. I’m very, very lucky.

What advice would you give to other young diabetics? Don’t let anyone else dictate what you do or eat. Everyone will think they understand diabetes because they vaguely know someone who is diabetic. And they all mean well, but the fact of the matter is that you know your body the best. You know when you’re feeling low. And you are not just “a diabetic.” Diabetes is as unique as every person it affects, so no one else can really say they “understand you.” Don’t let wannabe-know-it-alls put you in a bad mood. You can have your chips and salsa and margaritas or your cake and ice cream or your bowl of spaghetti. Or you don’t have to. The point is, it’s up to you. And, just a personal thing, go listen to “A Little Bit Longer” by the Jonas Brothers. Nick Jonas wrote it about being diagnosed with T1D, and even though I loved the song long before I was diagnosed, it had a completely new meaning for me after 2012.

Any diabetes myths you want to dispel? How many pages are in this paper again? Yes. So many myths. First, it’s not just sugar that affects your blood sugar. It’s carbs. Carbs are just complex sugars. To your body, a dinner roll and a candy bar break down into the same substances. Secondly, I did not get diabetes for being overweight or for eating too much candy as a kid. This is probably the most hurtful comment I’ve heard. T1D is an autoimmune disease. With T1D, my body attacked itself and stopped producing insulin for reasons still unknown to science. It is not my fault for “being overweight,” and it is not my parents’ fault for “giving me too much candy,” so please don’t say things that imply that it is.

And, just for fun (because I can still have fun in-between counting carbs), I’ll give you a fun fact: my pancreas’ name is Barbara, and I jokingly say that she quit working to focus on her career as a world dictator.

Name: Steve

Age: 64

What type do you have? Type 2

What exactly does that mean? Type 1 is the one where you take the shots. Type 2 is where you take pills.

How long have you had it? I would say 25 years.

With your type, what are you supposed to do as far as regulating? I’m supposed to watch what I eat. It’s not just about sweets. It’s about what you eat. Fried foods, carbs, stuff like that. You have to eat certain things, and there’s lots of things you’re not supposed to eat because it will raise your sugar level.

With diabetes is it strictly about controlling sugar or is it other levels as well that need regulating? It’s really about maintaining your sugar level that can come from many sources. Not necessarily just sugar and candy and sweet tea. You have to eliminate carbohydrates and lots of fried stuff and naturally it doesn’t help to eat a lot of sweets and stuff like that. To be honest with you, even though I don’t do it like I’m supposed to, your diet totally changes when you become a diabetic.

Is it difficult to go without things that you know you shouldn’t have? It’s hard to do without them that’s why I still do it. But you pay for it when your sugar’s up because you’re tired all the time, you’ll go to the bathroom every couple of hours. You rarely ever feel good when your sugar is up. Not to mention the health issues that can shut your kidneys down, it can be bring bad things on your heart. Can cause heart disease quicker, it’s just a totally different lifestyle that I need to be on and that I’m really not doing.

Do you sometimes cheat? Oh yes I admit that I don’t do well at all. That’s why the doctor gets onto me because my sugar is out of whack. But I need to learn to do better.

What advice would you give to young diabetics? Don’t do like I do. Don’t continue for 15 or 20 years not paying attention to what you eat but get it under control. The younger you are that you get it under control, the less worse it will get and chances are you can control it. If you don’t get it under control and it gets out of hand then the next thing is that you have to take shots. Get it under control while you’re young.

Any diabetes myths you want to dispel? Diabetics can live a normal life. There’s lots of people, many great athletes that are diabetics that live a normal life. But you have to pay attention to it. You can’t take it for granted that you pig out and eat what you want and not take care of your body. You have to get t under control. Diabetes isn’t going to heal itself I can tell you that. If you don’t eat the proper foods and you’re diagnosed as a diabetic it’s only going to get worse. I regret not taking care of myself. By not taking care of myself it only gets worse. I regret that I didn’t catch it when I was younger.

 

For more information on Juvenile Diabetes (or Type 1 Diabetes), visit the Juvenile Diabetes Research Foundation (JDRF).

For more information on diabetes in general, and specifically Type 2 Diabetes, visit The American Diabetes Association.