Delectable Connections

It has been a week of delectable connections.  I read one book and see a reference to another that I’ve just read.  Or several authors (and Teaching Company professors) treat the same subject with interesting little twists.  It’s a worn out metaphor, but I’m looking at jewels turned by degrees.

My SIL and brother called last night from their cell phone after hearing the greatly esteemed David McCullough read.  Their was excitement throbbing in Kathie’s voice.  She had him autographed a John Adams addressed to me, an early birthday present. 

Forgetting for a moment that it was a reading, not a lecture, I asked, “And what did he talk about?”  He spoke about the thinking that is involved in the writing process, the same ideas I transcribed from a McCullough speech here. He laughed about college students asking him, “I know you’ve interviewed John Adams and Truman.  Are there any other presidents you’ve interviewed?”  His response was that he was old, but not quite that old!

Jim and Kathie both mentioned that he liked the beginnings of books and talked about beginning John Adams.  Last night was a girl’s night (except for my little grandson) and we picked up  Miss Potter (you need to watch this), and heard these opening lines from Beatrix Potter:

There’s something delicious about writing
those first few words of a story.
You can never quite tell where they will take you.
Mine took me here….where I belong.

What Summer Is Here For


Exquisite Afternoon   Sally Rosenbaum


Summer afternoon – summer afternoon; to me those have always been the
two most beautiful words in the English language.     ~Henry James


A book is like a garden carried in the pocket.     ~Chinese Proverb


Books – the best antidote against the marsh-gas of boredom and vacuity.  ~George Steiner


No man can be called friendless who has God and the companionship of good books.    ~Elizabeth Barrett Browning




My brother and SIL are going to an event in Maine tonight – they will hear David McCullough and his daughter Dorie McCullough Lawson speak.  In my mind, this ranks right up there with hearing Yo-Yo Ma play the cello in person.  I get many vicarious thrills through my siblings. 

What event have you been thrilled about attending?  Or which would you love to go to?

Lavransdatter and Learning

Buried in the end notes of Thomas Cahill’s Mysteries of the Middle Ages:

There is no single work that gives one a more intense and extensive understanding of the Middle Ages than Sigrid Undset’s astonishing three-volume novel Kristin Lavransdatter, set in Norway in the first half of the fourteenth century and covering the life of one woman from birth to death.  It has recently been republished (1997-2000) by Penguin in a much improved translation by Tiina Nunnally.  If an interested reader were to undertake but one more study of things medieval, Undset is your woman.  Her other medieval novels, The Master of Hestviken, a tetralogy and Gunnar’s Daughter, are almost as masterful.

This is the kind of thing which delights me on several levels.  When anyone enthuses about a book I love, I am ready to curl up into a ball and start purring.  When other books are mentioned in the same breath, I mark them on my ever expanding list of books to read.  But it is a particularly sharp jab of joy to learn something and soon after see a reference to it and recognize it. “Hey! We’ve just met!”  I’ve written about this synthesis here and here.

The process of learning can be compared to Velcro strips.  The loops of new information need little hooks to connect with.  This is a great reason to read a broad scope of material.  Every thing you learn is a new growth of little Velcro hooks that will snag some idea floating around.  In the absence of hooks, of connections, whatever you are learning won’t stick to you. 

I had the most hilarious Velcro moment while reading this sentence in Huizinga’s The Autumn of the Middle Ages, originally written in Dutch in 1919.  

“Beneath the medieval-satirical dress here is fully formed the mood of a Watteau and of the Pierrot cult, only without moonlight.” 

A month ago I would have read that sentence, shook my head and shrugged in ignorance.  Pierrot cult, without moonlight?  However, I’ve been listening to Professor Robert Greenberg’s How to Listen To and Understand Great Music, where he explained and played several portions of Arnold Schönberg’s 1912 composition Pierrot Lunaire [Moonstruck Pierrot].  Pierrot, a clown figure from French Pantomime, shows up in the music, poetry and art of the early twentieth century.  Europeans understand the connotations of Pierrot in the same way that we know what Uncle Sam or John Doe means.  Who knew there’d be a connection between such disparate studies?

  
Pablo Picasso’s Pierrot

Dress It Yourself, Part Two

I’ve been making salad dressings to have ready in the fridge when the dinner rush arrives.  Last week’s dressings are being consumed with gustatory enthusiasm.

This Ginger Sesame Dressing  from my friend Christi is a little more complicated and has some unusual ingredients.  But  this dressing is the most light, delicate, exquisite addition to a green salad.  The hotter the temperature outside, the more refreshing you will find this dressing.  Oh, my friend, you must try this one at least once!

Ginger Sesame Dressing
2 inches fresh ginger root (2 T minced)
2 T fresh-squeezed orange juice        
3 T fresh-squeezed lemon juice          
2 T dark sesame oil                           
1 T soy sauce                                    
1 T rice vinegar                                 
1 T honey                                        
3 T sesame seeds, toasted                
1/2 cup thinly sliced green onions      
      

Do you see in the first photo how the ginger has “fingers”?
I just broke one off and peeled it.
What do you do with the rest of the ginger, you ask.
Store it in the freezer (otherwise it gets moldy) and add it to your chai.

Mince ginger.
Combine all ingredients except sesame seed and green onion in blender.
Process until mixture is well blended and ginger is nearly pureéd.
The dressing will be very thin, very fluid.

If you are making it ahead, stop here.
Otherwise, toast the sesame seeds.

Just before serving salad add the sesame seeds and sliced green onions.
I doubled this recipe, using one orange and two lemons.

Two more quick recipes:

Deyette’s Basil Dressing

2 large cloves garlic
2 tsp sugar
1/2 cup olive oil
1/4 cup red wine vinegar
1/4 cup basil

I added 1/4 oregano because I had it

Sharon’s Lemon Poppy Seed Dressing

1/2 cup sugar
2 tsp finely chopped onion
1/2 tsp salt
1/3 cup lemon juice
1 tsp Dijon mustard
2/3 cup vegetable oil
1 T poppy seed

Place all ingredients except oil and poppy seed in blender.
With blender running, slowly add oil in a steady stream until thick and smooth.
Then add poppy seeds and process a few more seconds.


From the left: Glorious Green Dressing, Healthy Vinaigrette,
Basil Dressing, Ginger Sesame, and Lemon Poppy Seed.

I’d like to find a nice peanut dressing
similar to the house dressing of a local restaurant.
If you have any dressings that you’d like to share, please do!

Wednesday Words

All these words are from Thomas Cahill’s Mysteries of the Middle Ages.

marmoreal   pertaining to or like marble –  “marmoreal Rome”

pellucidly   transparent, translucent, admitting the passage of light, easily understood
per (= through)  + lucid (suffused with light)  Do you notice that the prefix is assimilated?
The last letter of

the prefix changes to match the first letter of the base word or root, i.e.
 ad

+ tend = attend.    “as the New Testament pellucidly states”

soupçon   a very small amount, a trace;   it comes from the Latin to suspect “soupçon of social dignity”

prolix    unduly prolonged or drawn out, given to verbosity  from pro = forward + liquere = to be fluid

divagations   wandering or straying from a course or subject

shat   past and past participle of the other word.  Brand new word for this magistra.  Well.

Photo credit and Wednesday Word originator: Seasonal Soundings

Introductions

Having
finished one book, I’m starting three. 

Three books, three introductions. 

Ursula
K. Le Guin’s opening paragraph to Buffalo
Gals and Other Animal Presences
resonated with me.  I, too, prefer to read the introduction after I’ve read the book, a behavior
I’ve never heard spoken of before.  Any
one else do this? 

Having done introductions before, I
have found that many readers loathe them,
reviewers sneer at them, and critics
dismiss them; and then they all tell
me so.  As for myself, I rather like
introductions, but generally read them
after reading what they were supposed to introduce me to.  Read as extra-ductions,
they are often interesting and useful. 
But that won’t do.  Ductions must be intro, and come first, like
salad in restaurants, a lot of  cardboard
lettuce with bits of red wooden cabbage soaked in dressing, so that you’re disabled for the entrée.

 


Thomas
Cahill’s latest book in his Hinges of History series, Mysteries of the Middle Ages, The Rise of Feminism, Science, and Art
from the Cults of Catholic Europe
, is a lush, beautiful book.  The type, sidebars, illustrations, yea, even
the paper announce: this book is special. 
I’m unsure of his premises and am feeling a bit reserved about the book.  But these words warmed me:

 

All across Europe,
a pilgrimage in company with others was a life-defining event and one of the
principal satisfactions of a well-tuned life. […]  I invite
you on a pilgrimage, dear Reader.  Come
along with me (and many others) to places
we have never seen before and to people we could  otherwise never have expected to know. We are surely
sundry folk, as Chaucer would have
called us, and we shall meet sundry folk even more exotic than ourselves.  “By
adventure”—by happenstance—we have fallen into
fellowship.

 

Barbara
Tuchman’s introduction to A Distant
Mirror, The Calamitous 14th Century
  provided the best reason I’ve
ever read for learning historical dates– in one short sentence.  Oh man, this revved my engine.

Dates may seem dull and pedantic to
some, but they are fundamental because
they establish sequence—what precedes and what follows—thereby leading toward an understanding of cause and effect.

Here’s a sequence I’ve pondered, one I’ve never seen mentioned in
print.  What does The Fall of Constantinople
to the
Ottoman Empire in 1453 have to do with
Luther’s Reformation of 1517?  Have you
ever wondered why Martin Luther died from natural causes at the age of 62, when
many reformers/heretics were burned at the stake before and after him?  Charles V wanted to deal with Luther, but the
Ottoman Turks were knocking at the door of
Vienna
Hmm.  So the threat of Islam gave
the Reformation a small period of incubation. 
I talked to a missionary to Turks living in
Germany and posited this
theory.  He nodded vigorously and said
that the connection is something many Moslems are aware of.

 

Quote Poetry, Value Fidelity

Touch of Class online catalog

When this gift came around at the bridal shower I was enamored.  Pen and notebook came out of my purse and I copied the information on the back.  House Parts makes the plaques; Touch of Class sells them.  In case anyone has eyesight as bad as mine, here’s a more readable version of the text.

ABANDON DOUBT    BE MINE   CALL IF YOU’RE LATE  DANCE AT WEDDINGS   EAT DESSERT FIRST   FLIRT   GAMBLE ON FOREVER   HARBOR A CRUSH   INITIATE ROMANCE   JUST SAY “YES”   KISS LIKE YOU MEAN IT   LOVE MY DOG   MAKE OUT MORE   NOT IN PUBLIC   OPEN YOUR HEART   PRETEND IT’S PROM NIGHT   QUOTE POETRY   RECIPROCATE   SHARE YOUR TOYS   TRUST   UNCORK CHAMPAGNE   VALUE FIDELITY   WRITE LOVE LETTERS   EXPECT HONESTY   YIELD TO CHOCOLATE   RENDEZVOUS

What is your favorite letter?  I love the M-N combination!  Do you dance at weddings?  My husband and I are shy dancers but we moved our shoulders and tapped our toes as we stood on the sidelines at the wedding this weekend.

Soul Weariness

After a full wedding weekend we had a glorious worship service. Two other churches joined our congregation. The singing, my friendly reader, was lusty and loud.  The sermon was on depression or soul weariness.  Not a typical sermon for Father’s Day, but it’s where we are in the text (Hebrews 12:3-4).  “Consider Him who has endured such hostility by sinners against Himself, so that you may not grow weary and lose heart.”

Here are a few snippets I wrote down:

People often drown in despair with their makeup on.
[The idea being that people in our midst look fine on the outside, but are truly discouraged.]

People chew pills that God intended them to swallow.

Sometimes our lives are like cheap cheese.
[I whispered to my dear friend, “Velveeta.”  She whispered back, “It’s not Gouda.”]

If you are going to doubt God, be sure to also doubt your doubts.

Build your happiness on reality – not simply on diversions.

At one point in the sermon my husband leaned to me and whispered, “Gollum.” Three seconds later our son leaned to him and whispered,  “Smeagal.”

Our pastor highly recommends this book by Martin Lloyd-Jones.

The June 17th sermon isn’t up loaded yet; it’s a great one.  If you are interested, message me and I’ll forward the two page outline of the sermon.  That’s a quick way to get the gist of it.

Catwings


I’m looking forward to a Ursula Le Guin  visit to our small town.  My SIL, the children’s librarian, suggested I start with Catwings, in my get-up-to-speed Le Guin reading.  What a lovely, warm allegory-fantasy about four cats who have wings. When I read the first two sentences I knew I would enjoy these books.

Mrs. Jane Tabby could not explain why all four of her children had wings.  “I suppose their father was a fly-by-night,” a neighbor said, and laughed unpleasantly, sneaking around the dumpster.

This book is a great read aloud, a wonderful first chapter book, the perfect gift for cat lovers of all ages.  It would be a lovely gift to tuck under the arm of  a mother of a graduating student.  One more quote from this charmer: “The fish in the creek said nothing.  Fish never do.  Few people know what fish think about injustice, or anything else.”


In Catwings Return, we follow the story of four cats (two brothers and two sisters) who can fly. They have a lovely life in the country, but they want reassurance that their mother is well since she has married Mr. Tom Jones.  Back in the city they find a little black kitty who has been traumatized whom they discover is their sister Jane.  They rescue her and bring her home, taking turns carrying her on their backs as they fly.

“They half closed their eyes.  And they waited.  Cats are patient.  Even when they are anxious and frightened, they will wait quietly, watching to see what happens.”


“Alexander was the oldest kitten, the biggest, the strongest, and the loudest.  His little sisters were quite tired of him…[Mr. and Mrs. Furby said] “He’s not even afraid of dogs! Alexander is wonderful!”  Alexander was sure they were right.  He liked to think of himself as Wonderful Alexander. And he intended to do wonderful things.”

This is, paws down, my favorite Catwings book.  Alexander is a normal conceited cat (no wings) who wanders away from his adoring family.  When he gets stuck in a tree, Jane rescues him, not by flying away with him on her back, but by walking down the tree step by step, showing Alexander the way.  Who can resist this cat?

“I wish I could fly,” Alexander said.  “Because although I am a wonderful climber up, I am not a wonderful climber down.”

Jane has thrived with her siblings in the country.  She wants to know why she has wings if they only stay in their protected spot.  She takes an adventure, flying to the city, where she ends up with a doting “Poppa” who pampers Jane to pieces but keeps the window closed.  The illustration of Jane’s escape from Poppa’s prison home is rich.  

Jane finds her mother, the wingless Mrs. Jane Tabby, who washes Jane’s ears and makes a home for her with Sarah Wolf, an understanding old woman who leaves the windows open.

These warm, funny, charming books are worth a trip to the closest children’s library.  You may decide they need a place on your own bookshelf.

Simple Pleasures in June

~ Curves
For two decades we lived with strict symmetry,
straight lines and angles,
and lots of green grass.

~ We decided to steal some space from the straight-angled grass
and put in a flower garden.
I wanted curves.
The picture below is from four (or five?) years ago. 
I think the spot looks the the state of Illinois with an extra hump.
I started with flowers you would always find at WalMart.

Then my son became interested in a floral-designer girl.
She steered me towards perrenials and introduced me to new plants.

~ Bellfowers (Campanula)

~ Lavender, I discovered, is really easy to grow.

~ Living next door to a Master Gardener is one of the bonuses of my life.
Shelly grows roses on the border of our property.

~ First Fruits
Last evening I harvested our first strawberries.
I be jammin’ today, baby!

Please understand: I am not a natural green thumb. 
Flowers and gardens
were not interesting to me until about ten years ago.
I saw what some friends had,
which was a little piece of paradise,
a paradise I wanted to transplant  to my property.

It has been a slow transition.
The berry plants (straw and rasp) have come from the gardens of friends.

I’m still learning.

But I’m reaping the rewards
of a tiny rural-suburban-agrarian lifestyle.
Truth, beauty and goodness.
The good life.
Thank you, Lord.

Though we travel the world over to find the beautiful,
we must carry it with us or we find it not.
~ Ralph Waldo Emerson