A Tribute to Banjo Fred

Today I received sad news that a dear member of the hobo family “Caught the Westbound.” Musician Fred Starner, also known as “Banjo Fred,” brought many a happy tune to hobo gatherings.

Banjo Fred, like others with a quest to give the American hobo a home in U.S. history, told their stories through song. Ten years ago, I set out to research the American hobo, interviewing the rail-riding men and women of the Great Depression to the present day railriders. I, too, learned that there is so much more to their stories–often found in the music the hobos compose and perform, the poems and stories they write, the art and carvings they craft. Banjo Fred understood that, and used his music to keep alive the stories of the American Hobo. We shall miss you, Fred.

From Queen to Area Governor

dubbing-karin-vI have finally resurfaced after relinquishing my hobo queen crown, and months of wonderful, beautiful family events. Added to that was the fun of our five-week houseguest and hobo brother, FROG. Life is never dull in the De Young home! Most recently, I became an Area Governor in Toastmasters. From Queen to Governor, hmmm, is that considered a lateral move? Truth be told, I have been a member of Toastmasters International for ten years, which enables me to present myself in a royal manner–most of the time. Both positions led, and continue to lead me down unique pathways. As the saying goes, “Once a queen always a queen,” I make use of every rare moment life offers. I recently dubbed Immediate Past District 53 Governor, Karin von Kaenel, as an honorary hobo. Her moniker is “Countess Butterfly” due to her background as a statistician, the logo of butterflies and accompanying motto of “Be the Change You Want to See” she used to inspire all Toastmasters in our district. She also received a walking stick signed by King Stretch and myself, seen in the accompanying photo. Ciao for now, I am off to the next adventure.

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Once A Queen Always A Queen

In less than two weeks, I relinquish my title as 2008-09 National Hobo Queen. This has been quite a busy year and one that I have thoroughly enjoyed. My deepest gratitude goes to both the town of Britt, Iowa and the Hobo Family for electing me as their ambassador and queen. Many speaking opportunities opened up for me, as well as the opportunity to support our soldiers, veterans, and educate the general public about hobo and tramp art, and the hobo culture of then and now. I shall miss the reaction of others when I tell them that I am the hobo queen. Now that could be another book! However, I will endeavor to ever be a good ambassador for both Britt and the hobos of America–after all “once a queen always a queen.”

With CBS cameras on hand, Stretch and I were dubbed the 2008 National Hobo King and Queen.
With CBS cameras on hand, Stretch and I were dubbed the 2008 National Hobo King and Queen Photo Credit - Mary Loden for The Globe Gazette

Photo courtesy of Mary Loden for The Globe Gazette

Pearly words from King Stretch!

Pearly words from King Stretch

Photo compliments of NY Maggie and Connecticut Shorty

Headed to Bucyrus, Ohio

Once again, I am looking forward visiting Bucyrus, Ohio over Memorial Day Weekend. Of important news, the Lincoln Funeral Train bell will be at Bucyrus Hobo Day on Saturday, May 23rd.

Many locomotives pulled this famous train through 168 stops from Washington D.C. to Springfield, Ill. However, a locomotive from the Ashtabula shops pulled the train that passed through Crestline, Galion, Iberia, and Columbus. Iberia was where thousands of fleeing slaves were conducted to Oberlin, Sandusky and six Ohio lake ports. The ability to display this bell on Lincoln’s 200th birthday year along with the information surrounding it is patriotic and newsworthy.

Educators Everywhere

This morning I’ve been thinking about my two sisters in Pennsylvania and my son-in-law here in Connecticut. All are wonderful educators. As one who is no longer a full-time teacher but still spends a great deal of time visiting classrooms across this great country, I want to send out a note of gratitude. To all educators everywhere, all grade levels and all subjects–thank you. This time of the school year becomes a bit hectic. Just remember that you are a beacon of hope for our future, our children. Keep the faith.

St. Patrick Meets the Blue Star Mothers and Toastmasters

Yesterday my fellow Blue Star Mothers and I marched in the St. Patrick’s Day Parade in Danbury, Connecticut. On a float directly in front of us was St. Patrick himself standing next to the Blarney Stone. According to legend, kissing the stone endows the kisser with the gift of gab! Directly behind the Blue Star Mothers marched my fellow Toastmasters from Danbury, Ridgefield, and Bethel clubs. Try as I might, they would not allow me to flee to the float in front and kiss that stone. They insisted that I already talk too much! However, I did appreciate that they understood my priority–to march with the Blue Star Mothers and honor my daughter’s deployment to Iraq, and to honor all of our military men and women, present and veteran. I’ll catch up with the Blarney Stone next year!

Kick for Nick

Dear Friends,
As a Blue Star Mother and mother of a female soldier, I have enlisted the help of approximately 100 people in Connecticut to write a letter in support of a Veteran’s Home for Female Soldiers here in Connecticut. You can read more about it at http://www.kickfornick.org/FemaleSoldiersForgottenHeroes. As you will see, there are some startling statistics concerning our female soldiers. I ask that you also take time to read about a precious fallen hero, Nick Madaras. What a beautiful tribute in his name.

God bless our beloved country and the brave men and women who protect us.

Hearts a Stewin’

Here I sit in Connecticut surrounded by 12 inches of snow. The cold blustery air made me hungry for stew, which is now cooking in a pot on the stove. The hearty smell got me to thinking about the National Hobo Convention in five months, the first week of August. The good people of Britt feed thousands with their delicious Hobo Stew–made in huge vats starting with 425 pounds of beef. You just have to come see it!

Mail, Mail, and More Mail!

Today the postal carrier brought our mail to the door. I could tell she had something on her mind. On top of the mail in her hand was a letter addressed to me as Hobo Queen Connecticut Tootsie. When I asked if all was well she blushed then asked, “Are you really a hobo queen?” This led to an at-length discussion. I then told her about hobo postcards. I can only imagine what other postal carriers are thinking when delivering hobo postcards across the country–from the queen!