Saturday, April 1, 2017

I Can't Watch When Calls the Heart

I first saw the incredible movie "Love Comes Softly" in 2003 not long after it was first released. I can't exactly pin point the day or the time. But oddly enough, I can vaguely remember where I was sitting in my family's double-wide mobile home that day long ago. I was lounging on the floor like every kid does and we happened to turn it to the movie. We had never seen it before. I had never even heard of Janette Oke before. But I can sincerely say that that moment in time changed my life forever. No, it wasn't in some drastic way. I wasn't immediately swept away into another realm. Rather, it was simple and slow. After seeing that movie, we eventually learned about the continuing movie series being made and purposed to keep up with the series. It wasn't long after that as I progressed through school and book reading that I took interest in the author who inspired the movies. So I began reading the "Love Comes Softly" book series by Janette Oke through my book report years. Every chance I got it was a given. I'd be reading an Oke book whenever A Beka let me read a fiction title of my choice. It was my first real experience in the world of fiction.

Fast forward a few years to my mid-teenage years. One day I decided to sit down and start writing a story. I don't know why I did it. But I did. It was something that had been on the inside of me that had finally begun to surface. Truth be told, I didn't know squat about how to write a story. Looking back on that time, I can laugh. But every writer starts somewhere. Along with my growing passion for the art of writing came the love for storytelling. Eventually I began falling in love with characters and their stories and the struggles of life that make up the greatest stories ever told. The grit. The raw emotion. Not the drama. The stories. Not the romance. But the love. Not the perfect scene. But the messed up scene. The scene that made me relate to it. Because in this world I began to discover an appreciation for real life as it has progressed, changed, and developed over centuries passed until today.

Somewhere around 2008 or so (don't quote me on that), I found out that Janette Oke's book series "When Calls the Heart" was set to be made into a series of movies much like the "Love Comes Softly" series. I was ecstatic. I couldn't wait! And as footage began to emerge of this first taste of the new film about Elizabeth Thatcher and her journey into the Canadian wilderness, I could not wait until I could see the entire movie. Yet time marched on and so did any sign that this movie was to be released. They blamed the abrupt cancellation of the movie on the spiraling economy of that time. But for the longest time, I continued to support and search and try to keep up with this film series with the strongest of hope in my heart that it would happen someday. But it never did. Instead, when the economy got back up (supposedly) and Hallmark got into the original series business, they created an entirely different story for display on the little screen. In this newly revamped WCTH pilot movie, we see this other Elizabeth Thatcher live her aunt's journey of becoming a school teacher on the Canadian prairie. Despite my utter disappointment of not seeing Elizabeth and Wynn's story unfold in full, I greatly enjoyed this movie. So again I held to my hope that there was a decent future for this upcoming series. But again my hopes were dashed when they recast the lead roles AND changed the Mountie. (Count em. We've been through three Mounties so far since this thing began.) But being the faithful supporter of faith and family drama that I was, I stuck it out and gave it a chance. In so doing, I was very pleased with the first season of the program. There was no soap opera feel. The stories were not injected with frivolous drama. And the actors were good. At the end of season one, I was looking forward to season two. But that is when everything changed. And not for the better.

Season two began a downward trend, taking a complete turn away from and slap in the face of what "When Calls the Heart" is as Janette Oke originally wrote it. As the original Elizabeth and Wynn would have lived during the 1910s. The sad part is, the entire perspective of making television and the audience reception has changed these days in just a short decade to where people and the creators of the shows just really don't care! All they want is a good, juicy story for entertainment and appeasing their flesh. They no longer care about enriching their spirits with hope. Sure they say they fill each episode with hope. But what they don't realize is that the more fake you make a production, the more false hope you are giving your audience. The audience deserves a raw, realistic look into that character's life. How else can he truly relate to a character that is completely opposite from the way they would have been in the 1910s? Oh wait that's right. They can relate to the character. Why? Because the character is straight out of 2017. At least that's what I see when I look into their face to see a modern makeup job, a modern hairdo, and a modern way of carrying themselves. (Takes a deep breath)

I was told recently by someone involved with the show that no one wants to see a show where the characters look dirty and haven't bathed for a week. That if I wanted to see something out of history I should go watch a documentary or read a book. Their show doesn't aim to replay history but to entertain. And to these rude comments I shook my head thinking to myself how arrogant it was for someone to say this to a young woman who has seen far too many historic dramas to count that accurately displayed their historic setting AND entertained me very well. No, they never got everything right. I'm the first person to give any show grace in this area. But as producers of entertainment, you automatically have a responsibility to live up to. As soon as you state your drama is set in 1910, 1792, or 2002, you automatically have a responsibility to portray the world your character lives in as accurately as you possibly can. What if in a couple hundred years from now they make a movie set in the year 2017. When the producers gather around the table they say, "We are going to leave out all cell phones and iPads from this movie because no one wants to see people using such primitive technology compared to what we are using today! Besides, it had such a negative effect. We are just here to entertain people. So no cell phones. People don't want to see that." You as a person living in 2017 would automatically feel insulted. Why? Because the world you live in has cell phones and such technology. Why would anyone portray our world differently?? It doesn't matter what you want as a writer or producer. If you say your show is set in 1910, give your viewers 1910. If you say your movie is set in 1983, then give me 1983. NOTHING ELSE WILL DO! Anything short of that is disrespectful and a slap in the face of those that lived before us. Not to mention it is exceedingly rude to the author of these wonderful stories.

If you want to continue writing these fantasy stories, go ahead. Be my guest. But do me a favor. Take off the name "When Calls the Heart." Don't put Janette Oke's name in the credits. She had nothing to do with these stories you are writing. If you were inspired by her writing, then it was very loosely. For you failed to truly see her beautiful work for what it is. She did not write these soap opera stories. Instead, she wrote the story of Elizabeth Thatcher and Wynn Delaney. This Elizabeth was a weakling who became strong. A polar opposite of Miss Krakow's representation. I no longer see a woman who gave up her convenience. To me, she brought her convenience with her. A mark of a strong woman would be one who dares to live without convenience for the sake of the greater good. The original Elizabeth gave up an easy life for the hard life. The hard life where she couldn't go back to her home on a whim as if this whimsical Hamilton was a quick ride down the road. Instead, she was thrust into a hard life on the prairie in the middle of nowhere. There wasn't even a town! Just a schoolhouse and a little shack to call home. She was alone for much of the time, preparing lessons and choring. There wasn't a swarm of drama around her. She got dirty. She had struggles. She suffered. She didn't have makeup, fancy clothes, a curling iron, or indoor plumbing. And she sure as heck didn't wear low cut v-neck blouses. Her world didn't revolve around some supposedly drop-dead gorgeous Mountie that leaves her in tears and a pouty face when he rides off after asking her to marry him. No, the real Elizabeth went with Wynn. They struggled and trudged through life at his posting in the Northwest Territory together. But of course that doesn't help television show ratings rise of course. Supposedly. Well, at least it used to.

I could say much more on this subject, but I won't for now. I might in the future. All I can say is, the "When Calls the Heart" television series has lost a viewer. A viewer who loves true raw wholesome storytelling. Not the fantasy wannabe family-friendly picture portrayed by this show. As a person aspiring to write television, I feel like WCTH is an insult to the industry I love that has given us dozens of successful, real, and meaningful television classics. Yes, I do want to see people getting dirty. Why? Because that's how they lived back then. And it's how I live today. They were real people doing real things to survive. Maybe our world would be a better place if a few more people would be willing to get dirty and sweat for what they want in life instead of keeping their heads buried in the fantasy sands that WCTH has become, wishing their life into success. Suck it up. Use some elbow grease. From now on, this is my Elizabeth Thatcher. Thank you, Janette Oke, for writing Elizabeth and Wynn's story. You have been and will always be my hero and inspiration for why I pursued being a writer. Thank you for writing this story. It will always be what "When Calls the Heart" truly is for me. This is the heart and soul of the true "When Calls the Heart." 💕

Thursday, January 5, 2017

Drown It Out

Talk with me for just a few minutes to try to get to know me better, and you will quickly find out that I could not live without music. Just ask my parents. My attachment to headphones is probably slightly unhealthy. But I love music. I won't deny it for one second. Anywho, let's get off of that rabbit trail. Believe me...I could talk about music for days. It's the heart's voice and the spirit's universal language. Okay, I promise I'll stop for now.

On the other side of this personality survey spectrum study is my track record with storms. I have never liked them. But as I have matured, I realize they are nothing to be afraid of. What's a little lightning, eh?? Okay, it can be dangerous. But I've developed a sense of courage and appreciation that feels so good. God's got me, and I enjoy nature. But I won't lie. I have had some nerving moments when there's a tornado warning or such in our area. When the siren wails and lightening rips threw the sky. Eek! But even with those I've learned not to let it bother me too much. And it was precisely this past Monday that I discovered just where I place my value and how much I've conquered fear.

Typical of the Bowmans, we usually get around to putting up our Christmas decorations within days of New Years. The quicker the better in my opinion. But we are not here to argue this. Anyways, while my dad was taking a chunk out of getting the tree put up (yes we use an artificial one that's been in the family since I was two), I was busy doing some kitchen duty and laundry. Hey, somebody's got to do it. And while I was doing the laundry, it was storming like heck outside. Funny thing is, I never really knew it. Why? Yep, you guessed it. I had my headphones on. Man, I was having a good time dancing around the kitchen and sashaying around with the laundry. I then waltz through the living room and see my dad's lips moving. So, I stop and take my headphones off, and he proceeds to announce that the tornado siren is going off. With an expression of "Oh, well that's nice" gracing my now solemn expression, I replace my headphones and continue on with my chores. Now before you go thinking I was in denial, one thing you have to understand is that when our siren goes off, it doesn't necessarily mean a tornado is in our backyard. Most of the time, it's south of us. For some reason they feel need to invoke fear in us too. But I get it. They're just keeping folks safe.

As I proceeded with my afternoon, I began thinking about that moment and how the news had hardly fazed me. Sure I was a bit on edge after my dad told me that. But at the same time, all I wanted was to get back to my music and put a smile on my face as I got back into my zone. And the more I thought about it, the more I started thinking about how much we could learn from that. Moreover, I wondered just how much unnecessary worry we let creep into our lives and choke out our happiness every day. No, I'm not saying that you shouldn't heed the warnings of weather wisdom. But at the same time, why worry? And this applies to much more than just bad weather. When life throws things at you that you don't care for, choose joy. Choose happiness. Choose life. Choose to make the best of it. But most of all, drown out the negative with the positive. Tell yourself and your mind to look at the bright side. I know, it can be very hard. But it's all worth it to overcome our fears and worse case scenarios we numbly rehearse in our mind and discover that epiphany of divine comfort that can only come from God. For me, music hits that spot. So try it sometime. It may not be music for you. It may be something else. But you never know what awesome moments await you when you choose joy over fear. Believe me. It's worth it.

"...casting all your care upon Him; for He cares for you."  - 1 Peter 5:7

Saturday, September 24, 2016

Country vs. Southern

There are many phases we go through in this life. There are the bad ones and even the good ones. Some help us grow. And some are downright embarrassing to look back on. Even so, all of them help us grow and become the person we are as adults. Now I've been through my share of "phases" and dream rabbit trails throughout my childhood. Lord knows I've been down so many life roads in my head since I was a kid. I don't think I have enough room in this post for all the embarrassment. But I think we all go through that as we search for a home. Not a physical home or even a home as in a specific geographic location. But rather a state of mind, a place of comfort, perhaps a calling, a way of life. And I think most recently I have found mine.

I love history. I love western history. I love westerns. But I think there was always something holding me back from truly embracing my love of the modern western (emphasis on western) lifestyle. The plaid, the boots, and etc. I think it had a lot to do with what I've grown up seeing in my home state of Mississippi. No offense to my fellow Mississippians, but you have it all wrong! For pity's sake quit calling yourself country folk because you wear Justins with your country chic style clothes and go mudding and hunting every weekend. You ain't country! You are SOUTHERN.

There's a fine line when it comes to country folk that separates the wheat from the chaff and the country folk from the southern folk. I once complimented someone on their nice western boots only to have them tell me they aren't really into western stuff. Excuse me?!? Okay, deep breath. I know the shoes don't make the man, and your style of clothes doesn't necessarily reflect your lifestyle...Oh, no, wait. I think it does. At least it should. I mean, I'm not saying you have to live on a ranch to dress like a cowboy these days. But goodness gracious, if you aren't at least somewhat in love with the way of life, please quit giving the style a bad name. All I ask from the southern states outside of Texas is this... Quit trying to be country when you don't have a sense of western culture whatsoever. It's confusing. And to be honest, it's ruining the real definition and personification of the cowboy way of life. It's okay I suppose if you want to embrace a southern way of life. Just quit mixing western culture in with it while dubbing yourself country folk. Please.

Oh, yeah, and while we're at it, country music these days IS NOT country music. It's a mix of perverse values and southern pop rock topped with a fedora and skinny jeans trying to pass as western flair with little ode to the cowboy and the way of the west. It just ain't. Country music used to speak of life and real issues set to the backdrop of heart-tugging stories of strength and faith. Now days, without the influence of the true cowboy spirit, country music sounds more like a northerner trying to make it down here with little knowledge of the genre. Meanwhile, they've got plenty of hot girls, pickup trucks, and who knows what else. And they look like hipsters. Ugh. Here's a brief lyric study...

Upon getting my Googling fingers worked, I decided to put two country songs side-by-side. One from previous years and one that's topping the charts right now. I've never heard the latter, but I have heard the former. Just see if you can tell the difference between these two country choruses:

Year: 1994
One will get you where you're going
When you haven't got a prayer
And one will bring you back son
If you're dreams ain't waiting there
You're out on your own now
We won't be there to fall back on
But you know we're never farther
Than a Bible and a bus ticket home.

Year: 2016
You're holy, holy, holy, holy
I'm high on loving you, high on loving you
You're holy, holy, holy, holy
I'm high on loving you, high on loving you

I have no words. Well, I may have a few. But anyways. And I'm pretty sure the first one sounds a bit more country western worthy musically than the latter. I'm willing to bet on that one. Oh yeah and go figure country artists used to sing about Jesus a little bit too. Shocker. Why? Let's see...The true cowboy spirit is about faith, family, and patriotism. Loving your country. Embracing those you love. And honoring the faith and values you were brought up to respect. I don't know about you. But somewhere along the line, that was forgotten along with the fact that artists have completely ignored the roots of the music of their predecessors and started calling their own version of music by a name it doesn't deserve. It's sad. Maybe I'll help do something about it one of these days.

Oh, and lastly...