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Brief Bio

Prelude

Born: Robert Watts Handy, 2 December 1931, the second child, first of three sons parented by Albert Clinton & Gertrude Eolyn (Watts) Handy at Civil Bend Farm bordering the Missouri River in Southwest Iowa during great depression's lastin', dust bowl's blastin', winter's taskin', earth's everlastin'.

Kid Tag-Along

Among the vivid memories of incredible instances when a mere 'touting sprout tag-along' are comprehending contrastin', first askin's, answered factin', wilderness trackin', thunderstorm's crackin', rain's splattin', rainbow's ummaskin', tornado's ramsackin', snow's lastin', locust combatin', hand-claspin', hay barn's stackin', thingamajig collapsin', jump rope's slackin', flood amassin', levee gappin', rural electro's jackin', back slappin', swing sackin', pickup waxin', milking's fly zappin', hired man shackin', migrating ducks' quackin', side wheeler riverboat's tackin', lefty corn shuckin's impactin', baseball smackin', soap making's cracklin', tree house sappin', boxed-ringer matter-of-factin', river's shacklin', horse team rackin', motorized contraptin', brother sassin', chickens cacklin', foot-racing's gaspin', cookie jar snackin', diseased relapsin', aortic coarctation satisfactin', study abstractin', glove catchin', hoe hackin', rein whackin', tractor packin', egg batchin', caught nappin', birds hatchin', world war puberty enactin', wild game trappin', buddys' backin', fuddys' lackin', square dance tappin', chore's procrastin', ballgame shellackin', hurt actin', yellow school bus in-the-backin', pet dog pattin', swimming hole cattin', dad's straw hattin', mon's satin, crop mappin', hog house mattin', pickle vattin', skeeters attackin', asparagus patchin', girl attractin', high school factin', grad adaptin', weekend relaxin', goal satisfaction, and more.

College Student

Class of '49 graduate. College bound, tiger claws, freshman beanie, dorm life, standing in line, co-ed dining, studied, played around, cramming, exams, friendships a plenty, dating, sock-hops, big-name bands, convocations, varsity games, stop day, homecoming, fraternity, hell week, sports reporter, actor, athlete, yearbook editor, baseball coach, student senate pres, student recruiter. Class of '53 grad with BA degree.

Careered Family Man

Alma Mater job three years as adminssions counselor on the road. Post graduate studies aided by part-time assistantship for the college union. Withdrew to be campus program director. Married, parented two daughters and a son. Launched two decade career as director of university centers and student activities, planning consultant, international profession exec, baseball manager, youth sponsor and coach, church elder, community volunteer.

In 1974, relocated family, restored inherited former homestead at Civil Bend. Served two years as executive director of regional commission commemorating nation's bicentennial, followed by eight years as producer of world premiere stage dramas and expositions based on the rich heritage of aboriginal tribal cultures, four years as metro-area camping director, and three years as development and marketing director of regional performing arts companies.

Elder Handyman

During early spring 1992, then age 61 years, accepted opportunity to assist my son and his partner open their new restaurant in the Nethelands. Arrived for 30-day inkind effort. Stayed on two years as part-time second cook, prepper, dishwasher; reunified father and son worked, conversed, celebrated side-by-side. A rewarding experience. Haven't returned to America except for wonderful reunion with first family. Soon to be eight years in northern Europe as serene father of three adult children and their spouses, proud grandfather of six descendents, and happy "housespouse" of extended family while also enjoying research, writing, publishing, bicycling, and a bit of travel. Life for this refined elder is indeed grand.





Authored/Published Books


A Handy Family in America (family tree)
Homage Rhyme (versed memoir)
Consenting Victims (myth of reality)
The Kids In Us (children's trilogy)
Afina (fiction novel)
Someday - Civil Bend by the River (historical)
Footprints In Blood (historic trial of Standing Bear)
Great Plains Indian Arts (educational)

also unpublished manuscripts

Gina's Get-Away
Riverboat Nan
Michael's Seascape
Tears For My Father
Enemies
Aunt Inge's Cosy Knuffels



Premiere Productions


Have Talent, Will Travel (university performing artists)
Jesus Christ, Superstar (American Rock Opera Co)
Symbolic Americana (multi-media)
Black Elk Speaks (stage drama)
Footprints In Blood (stage drama)
Great Plains Indian Arts Expo (performing/visual arts)



Most Recent Completed Project


A HANDY FAMILY IN AMERICA
Pittsylvania, Virginia to Fremont County, Iowa
1720 to 2000
by
Robert Watts Handy
Hardbound Book - 3-volume, 550 pages
featuring genealogy of
Handy, Watts, Acord, Potter lineages
to commemorate the new millennium



My Family Bit

From where I sit
time has ticked
eight months quick
since begun unzip
of our family's bit
on humanity's trip.
Oh, the mystery of it.

Pick by pick, bit by bit
of lineage whiffed,
blipped, snipped,
saved on pc quick
for legacy's writ.
Oh, the discovery of it.

Sit by sit, hit by hit,
probing's dip, exposure's tip,
connecting's trick,
frustration's whip,
wit's end sip, didn't quit.
Oh, the neverending of it.

Let 'er rip, another submit;
look there quick, imput it.
Oh, the romance of it.

Bit by bit, our heritage lit
for wit's remit.
Draft after draft's fit
to knit facted picks.
Oh, the complexity of it.

Writing's needed quit,
editing's eye-blinding flips.
Regretted mistake's sick,
dim-wit authoring's admit.
Refining's again sit,
at last publishing's herewith.
Oh, the reprieve of it.

New millennium's itty-bit,
A Handy Family in America.
Quest's knip it,
book's promo kit,
zip-code's go get,
mailing's forthwith,
recipient's flip,
decision's git or yep.
Oh, the waiting's pit.

Ordering it,
publication's ship.
Got it!
Hopefully you'll
be happily reading,
absorbing it bit by bit.
Oh, the learning from it.

An now a tip
from where I sit
at desktop's windowed lit.
A Handy Family in America
is a start's submit
for future another's commit
to update, refine it.
Oh, the joy of it.



Epilogue


Inclined to express what's on my mind,
I authored and published
HOMAGE RHYME,
the three-volume book
highlighting three hundred sixty-five
Versed Scenes
lined on eve of the
new millennium time.

Verses inspired by good life's climb
from birthed mine to aged spine.
From dawning's lofty, lowly line
to ascent's goals, feats defined;
from resurgence's creative will refined
to plunge's mundane grind behind;
from rescue's miracled sublime
to second plunge's humiliating bind;
from second rescue's resolve redefined
to serendipity's serened soul,
fine state of mind.

Bits of divine's meditation fine,
bits of wisdom's refined vine,
bits of mellowing's savored wine,
bits of honesty's soured brime,
bits of anxiety's marvelous decline,
bits of giving's peaceful recline.



Memoir Excerpts


Here and now inkind
are refined for you
a few excerpts from
HOMAGE RHYME.
Ah, vivid memories of mine
in verse or worse aligned.
Envision each rhyme
as a live scene of a
play, film or television.
Of course, if inclined.



Divine Infinity


Before there was
there had always been
outer space's
boundless advance,
limitless expanse;

divine soul's
miraculous romance,
measureless mind's
creative enhance;

humankind soul's
wondrous chance;
mysterious mind's
awakened entrance;
marvellous body's
emancipated prance.

Quest inact,
probe vat,
discover facts,
scrutiny tact,
accept pack,
appraise impact,
ordain pact,
more than that.

Arc of time,
heavens aligned,
creative shine,
perfection refine;

hoop of mine,
lifetime prime,
faithed bind,
couraged spine,
aged vine,
wisdomed wine,
serenity's find;

changing sign,
departure fine,
glance behind,
journey climb,
merging kind,
eternal sublime,
blessed divine.

1996



Kid In Me


Instant of birth awareness grand;
youthful turf, seasons spanned;
adulthood worth, versed plan;
midlife girth, shifting sand;
elder mirth close at hand.

Kid in me
faithed by lamb, nouished by clan,
rooted in land, inspired by
woman, man.
Am who I am, know I can;
worked my plan, upbeat stand;
gave a hand, toughed jams;
willed fan across the land.

Romance viewpoint, cheerful outlook,
lifetime labor anoint.
Opportune hook, baited point,
morsel shook, mission took.

Kid in me
wondered why;
spirit free, ventured high,
believed, trusted, gleed.
Distant cry, winged to see,
great plain pry, sacred tree,
rooted vie, canopy relieve,
sheltered lie, another try.

Kid in me
busy bee, humored be,
creeded seed;
attitude keyed, took lead,
heeding needs, soul's feed.

1931-2000



Parable


Today's raft of happiness
is bouyed near
by benevolence's reservoir
of forgone tears.
Tomorrow's waft of happiness
will swamp from
selfish surge of greed indeed
unless bailed by
selfless loss of need.

1996



Clan At Hand


Long before was I to try,
uneasy clans set to vie
aboard cryptic ships relied
from obscure ports glide
across ocean, beneath sky,
until shore of dreams nigh.

Hearts swelled, tears welled,
fears quelled, hopes jelled,
immigrant ancestors beheld...
bonny-skinned Acords of Scotland
landed at Jamestown;
dusky-haired Potters of England
settled New Haven, Connecticut;
freckle-faced Watts of Ireland
homed Northumberland, Ontario;
hazel-eyed Handys of South Wales
pioneered Pittsylvania, Virginia;
determined people of the soil
on quests of promised toil.

Faith in God,
their common bond;
demeaning poverty
their cumulative circumstance;
exacting farm labor,
their composite adeptness;
opportune freedom,
their primary goal.

They embraced new reality,
probed magnificent reaches;
hindered by ignorance,
overcame rabid persecution;
ardently searched for jobs,
found back-breaking work.

Most of them eeked out livings,
many survived strife;
others prevailed misgivings,
a few despaired life.

My ancestors moved on;
marvelled, condoned, persevered
spring's rampant flooding,
summer's blistering drought,
autumn's frosty mud,
winter's frigid clout.

Eventually, the clans romanced
rich floodplain expanse
where merging rivers advanced;
converged happenstance,
rooted begin enhance.

1575-1840





Share-Cropper Roots


Frugal ancestors concluded
seclude of log shacks suits
where virgin forest,
tall prairie grass
wed river-bend flow,
distant bluffs include.
Adults sole-hole boots,
sibblings barefoot scoot,
passing steamboats toot;
roosting owls hoot,
insecure feelings muted.

The handsome dandy,
Robert Walter Handy,
horsebacked from shanty home,
trail west alone.
Short-distance alluvial flats
at Civil Bend in fact,
where hired as helping hand
farming loam sand.

Fortune struck that fella
when smitten by pretty Della;
Greenberry & Martha Acord's
flaming-hair daughter adored.
Robert and Della wed;
rented gumbo acreage bed.
An eldest son was born;
my future father lorned.

Meanwhile
at gully of nearby duning bluffs,
Steth Watts gruffed erosion cuffs;
replanting grains as he must
to retain rented farm in trust.

When in town one rainy day
withdrawing meagre savings pay,
the sad man suddenly raved
Flora Potter coming his way.
Steth and Flora marry, laid,
alone no longer farming clay.
Years after first child's display
birth of Gertrude sacred way;
my future mother say convey.

Grandfathers Robert and Steth passed on
long before I came bouncing song.
Grandmothers Della and Flora stayed on
long after my birthing song.

1901-1931



Cycles


Good earth's wisdom rooted in the soil,
her simple earthworms' ceasless toil.
Rimmed with fungi, bacteria loyal,
legume and nitrogen nutrients royal.

My father leaned to hear the sounds
whispered as to how land crowned;
Learned rotation of crops around,
seasons of plenty market bound.

Planted alfalfa for barned hay feed,
harvest roots left for nurturing need.
Sown corn shucked as autumn's deed,
rye seeded for winter cover lead.

Pattern repeated the second year,
oats, clover replaced corn and rye.
Cycle duplicated every third year;
years four, five alfalfa's monthly dry.

Alfalfa and grasses fed to cattle,
sprawing fertilizer for nature's mantle.
Plant residue helped fuel the mantle,
baffling insect pests battled.

No insecticides, herbicides bleeding silt,
seaping far below as toxic boil.
No insecticide, herbicide airy wilt,
falling to earth as tainted spoil.

Purer rivers, drinking water for all,
cornucopia of organic produce hauled.
Many buyers drawn to market's call,
responding to natural farming's law.

1936



Touting Sprout



Tub bath near stove's open oven;
early to bed, important day comin'.
Wild dreaming being trapped inside,
no way out or place to hide.

Arose early before rooster-crow;
new clothes adorned lean body flow;
blue shorts, red 'n black checker shirt,
white cotton socks, high-topped shoes,
bib-overalls, pocket handy too.

Doused face, brushed teeth with care,
primed, slicked short mopped hair.
Descended stairs, rush of excited flair,
downed breakfast seated on tilted chair.

First year's first day at school,
fear of supposed imposed cruel rule.
First year's first day at school,
haunting fantasy of dunce's stool.

Stuffed wrinkled sack with things anew,
Little Beaver pencils, Elmer's glue,
Big Chief tablet, Rub's eraser hued,
Reliable ruler, Pal scissors viewed.

Busy-Bee bucket packed for lunch,
peanut-butter sandwich, raisins bunched,
thermos of milk, cookies crunched,
latched, strapped to be munched.

Yellow bus rounded road-bend,
cloud of dust trailed its rear end.
Shied from house, entered in,
scooted on seat, anxieties to fend.

First year's first day at school,
frayed stance of stubborn mule.
First year's first day at school,
nearly fainted trying to stay cool.

Stepped from bus midst huge crowd,
little, big students wowed.
Stood around afraid less endowed;
saved by large bell's clanging loud.

Miss Hellmik urshered me to desk
where coped as peers at best.
She introduced principled guest;
pep-talk of study's great quest.

Being a lefty prompted huge setback
developing writing skill I lacked.
Positioned paper slant to track,
wrongly trying right-hander knack.

First year's first day at school,
scared squirt braving the gruel.
First year's first day at school,
avoiding to be someone's fool.

Recess offered new games of play,
learning to participate in the fray.
Fumbling hands, feet of heavy clay,
absorbing the many rules relayed.

Tag ball, hotter-colder,
shootin' marbles, cross-over,
skipping rope, blind-folder,
teeter-totter, lone-rover,
pump-swings, four-clover,
hide-seek, shoulder-holder,
blind-bluff, gettin' older.

Whirl, swirl, blurred hustle;
confused relate, classroom bustle.
Scolding for an angry tussel
when sandbox-castle muscled.

First year's first day at school,
getting used to teaching tools.
First year's first day at school,
reading, writing, arithmatic fueled.

Excused class, reload bussing;
stayed behind, lost child fussin.
Entered town's service station alone;
remained til concerned parents known.

Tired enough to drouse a week,
coaxing not required to sleep.
Happy visions, awaken leap,
excited await yellow bus-beep.

First year's first day at school;
retrieved boy, felt silly fool.
First year's first day at school;
stung squirt had braved gruel.

First year's second day at school;
anticipated wonder's renewal.
First year's second day at school;
study 'n play, sure win duo.

1936



Water Spout & Sugar Cookies


Hiked fast to
Grandma Handy's house
one real hot day;
sweltering stilled air,
sweated along way.
Heartfelt overflow of
greedy need for her
scrumptious sugar cookies
without delay.

Grandma bent low tending
garden pretty;
paused in greeting me
a little bitty.
Charmed by her
witty pity;
too less rain,
too many danged bugs
nitty gritty.

Grandma stood to crink
her aged hardy back;
peered down smiling
at my short-kid stack.
Tilted up her umbrella
brim-straw hat;
glove-wipe wrinkled face
simple as that.

Wishing's waitin' for
Grandma's sugar cookies;
mouth-watering puffed,
delectable goodies.
Praying's hopin' for
Grandma's sugar cookies;
restless wait for
munching by stunted rookie.

Grandma politely promised
to finish real fast;
waiting around for her
would end at last.
She stooped low again,
resumed her task
just as I noticed
an unusual shadow cast.

Spun instinctively,
gazed at weird sky;
nothing as eerie had
ever caught my eye.
A gigantic funnel plunged
from cloud's high,
turbulent dark snout
snaking to earth nigh.

That onrushing monster
kicked up debris;
revolved wildness even
toppled big trees.
That awe-inspiring spectacle
surely captivated me,
so much forgot
Grandma weedin' on knees.

That funnel grew larger
the nearer it came;
no way believed
could the thing be tamed.
It whirled to stir
neighboring soil claimed,
gained jump close
by slough in rain.

"Grandma!" I pointed,
"What's comin' there?"
Not bothering to
rear or glare, she blared,
"Oh, that's just an
ol' water spout's flare.
Don't worry, it'll go away,"
Grandma declared.

As she had predicted
that huge water spout,
or whatever it was,
receded out of sight;
birds quit darting
here, there in flight.
Nice cooling breeze,
sprinkles felt right
as the storm moved on,
sun broke bright.

Grandma uprooted
the last pesky weed;
raised up to survey
garden needed deed.
At last she paid heed to me,
clasped my hand to lead
inside snug rustic cottage
of a widow's need.

Washed dirt clean
after her soapin',
toweled dry, put on,
tied apron ropin'.
Wood-burning stove's
oven was opened;
still warm cookies removal
eased my copin'.

Devoured several cookies
as Grandma stowed
sugared delicacies for
small bucket's savory load.
She hammered lid shut
to prevent break-in code;
hugged, kissed, waved me
clasping secured bucket
homeward up dusty road.

Waitin' was over for
Grandma's longed-for cookies;
mouth-watering puffed,
delectable goodies.
Prayin' had been answered
for Grandma's sugar cookies;
scented taste, stuffed tummy
of seasoned kid rookie.




Puberty's Farmer


Every young man and woman
of the township and community,
good-spirited, able-bodied, sound-mind,
departed for World War II action,
risked unique lives for allied-offensive grind.
Elders, middle-age farmers, kids, 4-F'ers,
a few alleged draft dodgers stayed behind;
supported important effort to bring
courageous soldiers home again in time.

The man-power shortage nudged me
at tender age into agriculture's gambit
of hired-hand aid.
Quick learner for farming's inact;
mind, body, horses,
horses, tractors, equipment, tools of fact.

Harness-reined horses, engine-driven F-12;
barnyard, field duty two years before twelve
plowin', diskin', harrowin', plantin', cultivatin',
rackin', hoein', mowin', rakin' , stackin' prevaded,
shuckin', pickin', pluckin', tater-excavated,
fencin', benchin', wrenchin', trench-vacated.

Sweat-spiced by daily chores...
cow-milkin', cream seperatin', egg-gatherin',
meal-cookin', dish-washin', room betterin',
walk-sweptin', wood carryin', climate-weatherin.

Tractor-attached implements towed,
horse-drawn roller impacted corn sowed;
cuckleburs, pigweeds, crabgrass hoed,
ground feed stowed, windmill-water flowed,
buzz-sawed firewood wagon load,
cut alfalfa, corn-stubble wind-rowed,
threshing-machine residue blowed;
adapted to nature's changing mode,
inkind labor for neighbors owed.

Harvest season's favorite task,
operating blower's blast
atop threshing machine's mass.
Bare-chest, face-masked,
wheel cranked, spouted cast,
residue stacked to last.

Four years and more of wartime dread,
headlines of faraway battles read.
read.
Making darn sure our brave warriors fed
by working fields and lots instead.

Four years of pubescent labor tred;
premature boy-man's good life led
helping to produce victory's bread.

1941-45



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