Author: Angie Harris

Attacking adventures, searching for amazing food, and finding new friends.  Home in Branson, MO, or exploring Disney, I am searching for deals, finding new experiences, and sharing stories along the way.

The Pros and Cons of Using a Clothesline

Pros and Cons of Using a Clothesline

Why in the world would anyone hang their clothes on a clothesline?  I remember growing up and staying at my Grandma Ruby’s house.  She had a washing machine that had a wringer on the top of it.  My uncles would tell me horror stories about people losing arms, their head, and even their lives!!!!  I had tremendous respect for that machine and walked as far away from it as I could get.  When Grandma would finish the ‘wershing’ part, we would all go outside to hang the clothes up to dry.  (She had sunflowers near the clothesline that reached all the way up to the sky.  They were even taller than my grandmother!)

Hanging laundry still brings me some sort of peace and happiness inside.  But are there any benefits to hanging your clothes to dry?

Clothesline Pros

  1. Dryers beat your clothes up and reduce the life span  
  2. Energy savings = vacation bucks!
  3. Sun kills bacteria
  4. Staines get bleached out
  5. Smells like the sun
  6. Burns more calories to hang laundry on a clothesline than it does to dump them into the dryer
  7. Teaches your children that there is more than one way to accomplish a goal and to be more self-reliant.  

Clothesline Cons

  1. Even though the sun kills bacteria if it is humid outside and you do not let your clothes dry all the way you may have more bacteria.  They have to dry completely! 
  2. Bright colored clothes will fade if you put them in the direct sunlight.  They need to dry in the shade with a lot of wind.
  3. Pollen will stick to your clothes
  4. Smells like the sun
  5. Clothes are crunchy
  6. HOA says no

At our home, we hang clothes to dry inside on a drying rack in the winter, and it seems to add a little water back into the air.  We aim the air purifier on the clothes rack, and it helps the clothes dry out faster.   During the summer, we put that same rack on the deck for when the weather is iffy.  

My entire adult life, I have wanted a clothesline like my Grandma Rubys, and this spring, my husband and his friend made me one of my very own.   Ya, there are times I put the towels in the dryer to make them soft and so I can smell the dryer sheets.  But, mostly, I hang laundry out to dry just because it makes me happy. 

For more things that make me happy; read my blog about spring cleaning!

Shrek the Musical, Branson, MO

Shrek the Musical

It was nearly 20 years ago when Shrek, the monstrous ogre made his debut on the big screen and showed us what it meant to fall in love.   Today, there’s a new swamp in town, Shrek the Musical can be found at the beautiful Welk Theatre in Branson, MO and it’s bringing all the feels.  

Better out than in, I always say!

The musical version of Shrek answers many questions and takes a different path in the life of our favorite ogre and the community of characters that surround him.  It brings out a lot of emotions and character development for two of our favorite characters, Shrek and Princess Fiona.  The surprise is the emotional investment that expands to included many other lovable and annoying characters. 

We learn that the 7-year-old Shrek and Princess Fiona had similar horrific childhood experiences. The backstory of Lord Farquaad will take you deep into a mine where they unearth nuggets of information that explains many disturbing qualities of the little guy.  

Well, let me put it this way, Princess – men of Farquaad’s stature are in short supply.

There’s no doubt the main characters were fantastic and beyond expectations.  Shrek, played by Logan Edris, is believable and does a fabulous job both musically and acting. He lit up each time Princess Fiona, played by Aubrey Reece, took the stage.  Aubrey’s facial expressions, confidence, and enthusiasm is captivating and pulls the audience into the story.  The two together are a perfect match. 

My mouth was open and everything!

Donkey, oh my, Donkey!  Kenneth Washington takes Donkey to many levels of humor, and before a word comes out of his mouth, you can feel the laughter brewing in the audience.  

But for me, the biggest shocker was Lord Farquaad and Dragon.  I don’t want to spoil the experience for you but let it suffice to say, the ‘little’ Lord had tears rolling down my face, and it’s worth the price of admission to see any single scene that includes the spoiled young man. 

Dragon had a different situation because she is a giant and stunning puppet.  When Mesa Mitchel stepped up as the fire-breathing love interest of Donkey, both visually and vocally, I was stunned.  WOW!  Mesa had the hardest job in the entire show and BAM!!!  She owned it!

The fairy tale misfits were delightful.  The powerful voice of Gingerbread Man, the curious growing nose of Pinocchio and the darling three bears are just a few of the smashing ‘extra’s in the performance.  I was not expecting to connect with dancing pigs or the tooth fairy, but it was just another layer of surprise in a night full of parfaits.  

What’s up Duloc?

The song, ‘What’s up Duluc?’ is a perfect example of musical numbers in the performance that added understanding too many characters. Even the citizens of Duloc that served the hypocritical master, Lord Farquaad are developed during a song.  

There are many numbers that you will want to hear over and over.  Your children will go home singing one specific little diddy for sure, and they will peal with laughter every time they sing it.  (No spoilers)

Music provides an opportunity for the cast to be more playful and creative and develop their characters’ quirks and flaws. 

I like that boulder; it’s a nice boulder!

The sets were not massive or overwhelming but pleasant.  They were relatively simple, but they helped to set the scene.  The story was able to progress without much distraction and allowed me to focus on the backstory of the characters.   

There are 25 cast members who all have unique to their character costumes.  Each piece seemed to tell part of their story and made me want to know more about them individually.  

This is the part where you run away!

Run, don’t walk to get your tickets to see this show.  Shrek, the Musical in Branson, MO, is like a parfait.  Many levels of delightfully unexpected, thought-provoking, one-of-a-kind flavors. 

Shows are during the summer through August 10, 2019.

p.s.  Be sure and stay in your seat for the wedding party.  I’m a believer! 

It’s Complicated: Lines in the Sand

Dad and daughter in the 1960s in front of red Comet

There’s never been a bigger understatement than the social media status ‘it’s complicated’. When it comes to men in my life ‘it’s complicated’ started earlier than I have memories.  When I look back over the years, I can draw lines in the sand at the events that changed the trajectory of my world.  The lines did not stand out for me until after I was 50 years old.  

The First Line in the Sand

I was born Angie Roberts in a little town of Van Buren, Arkansas in the early 1960s.  It didn’t take my mom, a teenage bride,  but just a couple of years to figure out she had made a huge mistake and the best thing for her baby girl was to get a D-I-V-O-R-C-E.  WOW.  In the early 60s that took some guts.

In addition to the environment of the 1960s, my moms family did not have money, education, and didn’t own a home.  This combination shows the strength she had to be able to walk away from an abusive situation at such a young age without much support.

Mom was the oldest of 7 children, and I was blissfully happy growing up as the 8th child, in addition to being loved by my mother and grandparents I was cherished by my Aunt Charlene and adored by my five uncles.

Another Line in the Sand

One sunny day a very handsome man by the name of Fay Blount was discharged from the Army.  The bus took him to his home town of Van Buren, Arkansas and dropped him off at the Nations Drive-In where my mom was waitressing and caught his eye. The minute he stepped foot on the ground he was wrapped around her finger.

This handsome, dirt poor factory worker chose to have an instant family.  There was not enough money for legal adoption, so they just called me Angie Blount.   I felt safe, supported, and loved.

The Lines Get Deeper

One day, when I was seven years old, I was at my grandparent’s house and was playing with the little girl next door.  She had a TON of toys!   When I questioned my mother about why she had so many toys, she responded that she has two daddies.  I immediately wanted two daddies!  That’s the day my mother broke the news to me.  I had another daddy!  She reached out to him, but he said: “he did not have a child and wanted nothing to do with me.”   She, of course, did not tell me that part. It was after I became a grandmother that I learned the fact that he didn’t want to see me.

Blurred Lines

 When mom was 27, she had a complete hysterectomy.  This event meant I would never have a sibling.  But the awful part of that event was that they did not give this 27-year-old woman any hormones.  This same period was punctuated with the fact that my grandparents got a divorce.   

Our family was emotionally comprised most of the time that year.  It was tough.  Faye Blount stayed by my side, being the father figure that I would always know and remember. He would say,  “I’m going out the door.  Who’s going with me?” We would fish on Clear Creek or the Arkansas River, go to Pauls Bakery for maple bars and visit family all around town.  I loved going anywhere with that man! My favorite summer memories were spent at Blue Mountain Lake camping, swimming and fishing with the man who was always showing me how to live by going out the door.

The Canyon in the Sand

Less than two years later, when I was 12 years old, the deepest line was drawn in the sand that would forever change my life.  My daddy worked for General Tire and Rubber Company.  It was a company picnic, and we were playing baseball.  He and I were in the outfield when he said, “Go get your mother.”  As I headed towards mom, I heard a scream and turned to see him on the ground.  At 31 years old, he had dropped dead of a massive heart attack. My poor mother was a widow at 29.  

During the 1970s, people did not talk about depression and did not get involved in anyone’s business, so she and I did the best that we could.  Looking back, I can see where we were surrounded by people who were trying to help us from a distance.  It was a hard time.

The Line That Led Down the Street

The day finally came when I got to meet my ‘real’ grandparents, the Roberts family.  They lived just down the road and had my entire life.  My friends at school went to church with them, their parents grew up with my real dad, and everyone knew them except me.

I remember the first day I knocked on the door of the little house with the green shingles on 9th street.  The house I had passed and looked at my entire life, not knowing who was behind the door.  They were quite surprised to see me at their door but very sweetly invited me inside.  That is when I got a glimpse of him, he was in the kitchen, the man who was once married to my mother and was my birth father locked eyes with me and immediately headed out the back door.  I could see the pain in my grandmothers face, but she presented a smile and visited with me as if nothing had happened.

Many times I would stop out of the blue to visit with my grandparents.  Every time I walked through that front door, I could see into the kitchen, and he would walk out the back door.  Over the years, I have been able to build beautiful relationships with many family members from that side.  My grandmother was a saint and one of the most amazing people I have ever met.  Our time together was brief, but I will always cherish the memories. 

Crossing Lines

Growing up, I thought I had a remarkable life.  Picking blackberries, riding bikes, fishing, playing sports with my uncles all seemed like a child’s’ dream.  It never occurred to me that things were not good, because so many people loved me. Thus, a few months ago when a dear friend that went to school with my ‘real dad’ said to me,  “I am sorry he disowned you, you didn’t deserve that.”  I did not hesitate to respond, “My life was awesome without him.  If he would’ve been around, no telling how messed up I would’ve been.”  

The little house with the green shingles has been torn down.  Mr. and Mrs. Roberts have passed on, and the family was never whole.  The man who shall not be named still exists.  He still denies I was ever born even though our paths cross from time to time.  Through the efforts of several amazing people, I was able to get the front door that hung on the house on 9th Street while they were tearing it down.  My heart is pierced with love for the man who chose to be my daddy.  Daddy, Fay Blount,  taught me to fish, cherish family, and look forward to going out the door.  I am thankful for all the devoted people in my life who have stood up and stepped up, teachers, preachers, friends, fathers of friends and mostly to my amazing uncles.

No More Lines

I am equally as thankful that a man that was ‘supposed’ to be there for me was always going out the door when he saw me. His absence has been a tremendous blessing, and I cannot imagine my life had he stayed in it.  My mother never spoke ill of him, and I have been allowed to love everyone.  

Growing up without a birth father around does not have to be a bad thing.  I grew up surrounded by love by so many people that it never occurred to me that I was missing out on something.  (Other than more toys)  Each Father’s Day as I think about my childhood, I think about the mother who allowed me to love and thankful for two men who were going out the door.  One because he wanted nothing to do with me and one because he wanted to show me the world.

Going Out The Door was the best thing that could’ve ever happened to me.  

P.S. The Door is now being refurbished and will find a new home on the wall in my office of