Author Archive: Ken White
It’s Opening Day
“On Opening Day, the world is all future. There is no past.” – Lou Boudreau, American League Player and Manager The Giants finally looked like the Giants yesterday. And today is their Opening Day. To celebrate, treat yourself to a copy of my coming-of-age novel, Getaway Day, and take a nostalgic look back at Opening […]
AuthorView – Framing Reality
AuthorView By Ken White “Framing Reality” January 13-22, the Prospect Theater Project is presenting a full production of my play, Migrant Mother: A Legend of the Strength of American Motherhood. It tells the story of the encounter between Dorothea Lange and Florence Owens Thompson that led to the iconic photograph, “Migrant Mother.” The subject is […]
Migrant Mother at the Prospect
Migrant Mother at the Prospect By Ken White “There are moments when time stands still and all you do is hold your breath and hope it will wait for you.” – Dorothea Lange March 1936. On an overcast, drizzly morning in a frozen pea field near Nipomo, California, the paths of two vastly different […]
Wendell White Memorial CD Available
First and Last By Ken White My younger brother Wendell passed away on January 2nd. http://www.legacy.com/obituaries/modestobee/obituary.aspx?pid=168933023 With a little help from his friends, his wife Penny and engineer Lucky Lew were able to complete the CD of original songs he had been working on for the past few years. The CD was released during his […]
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AuthorView By Ken White “What Are Little Boys Made Of?” What are little boys made of, made of? What are little boys made of? ‘Snaps and snails, and puppy-dogs’ tails; And that’s what little boys are made of. What are little girls made of, made of? What are little girls made of? Sugar and spice, […]
AuthorView – “About Time”
AuthorView By Ken White “About Time” “How did it get so late so soon? It’s night before it’s afternoon. December is here before it’s June. My goodness how the time has flewn. How did it get so late so soon?” ― Dr. Seuss It’s about time. Slipping away. Being wasted. Running out. Standing still. Flying. […]
AuthorView – White Christmas
“White Christmas” November 22, 2013 In the movie, The Bishop’s Wife, there is a scene between the Professor and Julia inside Maggenti’s flower shop. The Professor becomes wistful and says, “I like to have a Christmas tree because it reminds me of my childhood. I find, for some good reason, that this is a good […]
AuthorView – Ball Dudes
“Ball Dudes” By Ken White On the television, Barry Bonds shoots a line drive foul that nearly decapitates old Mike Walt. Mike is a ball dude, one of two old farts hired by the Giants to patrol the foul lines chasing balls and tossing them to the fans before the fans fall out of the […]
AuthorView – The Peach
Author View By Ken White “The Peach” Dedicated to my pal Si. Kevin and his friend, Phil, both ten years old, walked along Old Oakdale Road. Back then, this part of Modesto was mostly peach orchards, grape vineyards, and flat, open fields. The side of the two-lane blacktop was dusty and debris-strewn. The two boys […]