Sorry for the hiatus of the APUSH blog. I was being a blogging slob but it is back and in full affect! Hope you are all enjoying the current unit and you aren't getting too depressed. It is a time period that will try the nation but also bring families and communities closer together. As we end this unit, I would like you to look at one more important cultural "leader" from the time period, Woody Guthrie. Do some "googling" and figure out what this man was all about. What was his profession? Political beliefs? Topics he wrote about? If he were the final Jeopardy question, what would you need to know about him to win? Once you have done your research, post your interesting stories, random trivia, and other tidbits found about this man under the comment section. Let's see what you can dig up! Bragging rights, APUSH glory, and Student of the Week are at stake.
Good luck!
~Ms. Major
P.S. Here is a song of his to get you going. Read to find out what happened to his gal. Poor guy!
Dust Bowl Blues by Woody Guthrie
I just blowed in, and I got them dust bowl blues,
I just blowed in, and I got them dust bowl blues,
I just blowed in, and I'll blow back out again.
I guess you've heard about ev'ry kind of blues,
I guess you've heard about ev'ry kind of blues,
But when the dust gets high, you can't even see the sky.
I've seen the dust so black that I couldn't see a thing,
I've seen the dust so black that I couldn't see a thing,
And the wind so cold, boy, it nearly cut your water off.
I seen the wind so high that it blowed my fences down,
I've seen the wind so high that it blowed my fences down,
Buried my tractor six feet underground.
Well, it turned my farm into a pile of sand,
Yes, it turned my farm into a pile of sand,
I had to hit that road with a bottle in my hand.
I spent ten years down in that old dust bowl,
I spent ten years down in that old dust bowl,
When you get that dust pneumony, boy, it's time to go.
I had a gal, and she was young and sweet,
I had a gal, and she was young and sweet,
But a dust storm buried her sixteen hundred feet.
She was a good gal, long, tall and stout,
Yes, she was a good gal, long, tall and stout,
I had to get a steam shovel just to dig my darlin' out.
These dusty blues are the dustiest ones I know,
These dusty blues are the dustiest ones I know,
Buried head over heels in the black old dust, I had to pack up and go.
An' I just blowed in, an' I'll soon blow out again.
8 comments:
Oh, good 'ole Woody Guthrie, and his guitar, "This Machine Kills Fascists", survivor of the Dust Bowl and famous for hit songs like, "This Land is Your Land", a personal favorite, might I add.
making a good use of your sick time there aren't you joe?
Ms. Major, you're two years behind. Mr. Furbush taught me everything I need to know about Woodie Guthrie. I also learned a little English in his class.
"Woodrow Wilson Guthrie was born on July 14, 1912, in Okemah, Oklahoma. He was the second-born son of Charles and Nora Belle Guthrie. His father – a cowboy, land speculator, and local politician – taught Woody Western songs, Indian songs, and Scottish folk tunes. His Kansas-born mother, also musically inclined, had an equally profound effect on Woody."
http://www.woodyguthrie.org/biography/biography1.htm
The official Woody Guthrie website is the best source to find reliable information about your favorite performer, Woody Guthrie. It's on my bookmarks, is it on yours?
Bookmarked? Joe, the official Woody Guthrie website is my homepage.
Nice avatar, BTW.
I met Woody Guthrie once. It was back in Nam. Him and I were doin' some recon down by the Song Trabong when we met up with Bob Dylan. The three of us took up out guitars and rocked out. Sadly we spent to much time rockin' and not enough doin' recon. We were court marshalled. That was the last time I saw Woodie. After the army he ditched me and him and Bob joined up with a Craig Furbush and formed the band The Rolling Stones. Those were the good old days.
Oh man, APUSH class/blog has filled my head with fond memories. Friggin' Spain, Joe and the Statue of Liberty, Duck and Cover, TJ and his 'Nam Budz, and the list goes on. To Be Continued, we still have a couple of weeks to make more memories. *Sigh* The possibilities.
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