Names

It’s a funny thing: in my work, I repeatedly see names of people whom I have never met.  Some are hysterical (I’d love to give some examples but discretion is the better part of valor), some are mellifluous, some are common, some are abrupt, some are odd in other ways… 

Do you ever think objectively about your name?

Carol is becoming the Edna of my youth–a dated name that says old lady.  Oh well!

When I was a bank teller in LA, a customer came to my window with a check made out to me.  I stammered and stuttered and protested that she should make the check payable to Cash or to Security Pacific but not to me!  She tilted her head, squinted her eyes, stared me down, and replied  “Whachuu talkin’ bout?  That’s mah nay-eem!”  

My real question is this: do you hear a name and form an idea of the person who owns the name?   Isn’t it weird how our preconception almost never matches reality?

 
Free TBOI (tasty bit of information):  Ecuador is named after the Equator.  How could I have just learned that for the first time today?

The Pinpricks of Life

I have a book review of Stephen Ambrose’s D-Day June 6, 1944 dangling loosely in my brain, waiting for the time to cinch it into readable form.  I took ten pages of notes in my journal. 

While I read this book I was thoroughly challenged (still am!) by the transition to a complex job.  It was helpful to read what was expected and executed by the soldiers on 6-6-44.  Let’s say it put my issues into perspective. 

Here are two quotes to launch my D-Day thoughts.

We don’t feel majestic at all at the moment.  There are too many little pinpricks in this life.  I have tried explaining to my own platoon that we’re about to make history and that one day their children will read of our deeds in the history books, but all I get are faint smiles.    ~letter before battle, Capt. Alistair Bannerman  p.162

All around him bombers were climbing, throttles wide open, using landing lights to avoid collisions.  There were some anyway; airmen said that night assembly created a high pucker factor on each seat.  p.243

A Firm Belief In the Value of Books

This, from my friend in Zimbabwe:
 

With my usual lack of wisdom and burst of energy, I have taken on yet another commitment. Senator [ ] the (not so new) Minister of Education, asked me to chair the National Libraries and Documentation Services Council, and I was persuaded to agree.

So I am now a beggar for books of any and every kind, any and every age, new and old, well thumbed and annotated. The council was launched on 1 July. The council oversees the development of all Government, school and public libraries in the country. As of now, we do not even know what the state of our libraries is. We need to start with an audit of all libraries, and sort out the infrastructure. We have to develop both the book libraries and electronic libraries, and patch up and secure existing buildings to house the libraries.

In a country where the school system is tottering, libraries will supplement what little there is
(though it will never be possible for libraries to substitute schools!) As a child, I spent many wonderful hours in libraries, and I am sure all that reading gave me an edge over my agemates.

Start saving up on your books and magazines, I will be begging for them soon!

Meantime the council that has been set up is made up of committed men and women who will not just work with nothing, but will use their own resources at the start. There is not a penny in it. We will be fundraising just for the initial activities, for the process of the audit, for secretarial staff to be employed, and then for the material and programs for the libraries.

We are basically starting from scratch, with nothing but Faith, Hope and Love (and in this instance, the greatest of these is Hope)!

And what possessed me, on top of my extra ordinary load of work, to take on such a task? Other than David’s Coltart plea a firm belief in the value of books and reading to the development of the human character and human skill.

And I believe God will provide the necessary resources through His children everywhere.

I’ll keep you informed about this.  I could see this becoming my pet project in the year to come. 

Books for Zim! 

Nerds

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this morning’s loaf – for a potluck lunch
It has nothing to do with the post below.

It strikes me that whenever you develop an expertise or advanced skill, you become fussy or nerdy about details that matter.   Perhaps “particular” is a nicer adjective.

My photographer friends care immensely about light.  That is what makes them good photographers.  Where amateurs will say “put your arm around your sister and smile” the nerdy one will swivel his/her head, scoping out all the options, whip out a light meter and set up a shot.

My decorator friends are nerds about color.  It is never green.  Oh no, my friend.  It is celery or asparagus; celadon or chartreuse; moss, myrtle or Persian.  And they walk into a room where the pictures are hung too high and suddenly develop facial tics.

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I can hardly name them, but I am a nerd about chords.  Why play I, IV, V chords continuously when a relative minor, a sustained or augmented chord gives texture, warmth and richness to the music?  When James Taylor sings and plays the National Anthem I go gaga over his gorgeous chords.

I’m a nerd about balancing to the penny.  But I’m a slob about stuffing receipts and change into my wallet.  You know people whose every bill faces the same direction in descending order?  Not me. But I admire them.

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my brother Dan, who loves coffee and photography, took this photo
Coffee nerds not only grind their own beans, ahem, but their coffee must come from a certain region of Colombia.

I am a minor nerd in the area of fonts.  Last week I saw a wedding program and immediately asked, “Which font is this?  It’s stellar!”  And Katie, an extreme font nerd, rattled off every font used. Trust me, there were no Arial, Comic Sans or Times New Roman.

I’m scanning The Incredible Shrinking Critic, yet another diet memoir, and laughed aloud at this sentence:

I’m so good at ferreting out quackery I can tell when a book or website is not to be trusted simply by the typeface.  I’m not kidding!  Quacks seem to be drawn by unseen forces toward choosing ugly, fussy, confidence-killing typefaces!

You knew I’d ask, didn’t you?  What are you a nerd about?

After We Said “I Do”

 
This was the last photograph taken before we left on our honeymoon.

A lovely lady from the chapel had taken me shopping for my “goin’ away dress”.
It was at a high end store.
I stayed in the changing room and a shopper brought me outfits.
I loved that dress.
I loved those shoes.

I loved squeezing in next to my husband.
(Can you see the luggage in the front seat?)

I loved Curt’s arms around me.

31 years later, I still do.

7 Reviews for the Bookies in my Audience

 Grandpa Blakeslee marries a younger woman three weeks (!) after his wife’s death.  This charming story is told from his grandson Will Tweedy’s perspective.  In the same tone as To Kill a Mockingbird, this modern day classic offers sweet warmth without a trace of saccharine, laugh out loud lines followed by poignant pauses, and glimpses of early twentieth century Georgia.  Burns writes with wit, honesty and compassion. I highly recommend Cold Sassy Tree.

 
 When you’ve turned the final page of Cold Sassy Tree, you will want more of this quaint and quirky family.  Leaving Cold Sassy, the unfinished sequel, draws Will’s adult years with darker shades.  If Will Tweedy’s story is your motivation, prepare for disappointment.  If Olive Anne Burns’ personal story intrigues you–a late bloomer whose one published book was a sensation, a writer who worked in between cancer treatments– the reminiscence of her life is reason enough to read this book.

 
The Illumined Heart got on my nightstand because several friends have converted to Eastern Orthodoxy and Frederica Mathewes-Green is perhaps the most accessible writer on things Orthodox.  She uses  Anna and Theodore, fictional sixth century Christians, to contrast the ancient and modern mindsets in worship and faith.  Mathewes-Green sticks with the basics: repentance, the Jesus Prayer, fasting.  Many concepts are foreign to Western thought, but this book is a good beginning for understanding the Orthodox faith.

I loved the DVD Sweet Land so much I had to read A Gravestone Made of Wheat , the short story behind the film. All the stories are midwestern stories highlighting small towns, agrarian life, cows, doctors and cars.  Will Weaver is part Garrison Keillor, part Wendell Berry and part Leif Enger.  But what’s missing in most stories is redemption; there is the pain and agony of a farm auction, the ribald story of a bread-truck driver (a modern jolly tinker), the conflict between a trapper and an animal lover, the tug-of-war between a mom who takes her son to church camp and the unbelieving father who cautions his son to keep his feet on the ground.

As we cast our minnows into the shortening light, the shrinking depth of field, with each swing of our arms we threw off some thin layer of our bodies until an hour later only our voices were left in the dark.  After that we fished by the faint, reflected starlight, by the habits of our hands.  p. 134   

Susan Vreeland’s novel based on a painting was a sensation in the blog world two summers back.  While I enjoyed parts of Luncheon of the Boating Party , overall I was disappointed.  The art history was engaging and obviously well-researched.  Those bits kept me slogging through the romantic drama between the women vying for Auguste’s (Renoir) attention.  This book is among several I’ve read in the last year that bring the 1880s into clear view.  I’m willing to give Vreeland another go.

 
Pat Conroy lands a teaching job on Yamacraw Island, across from South Carolina.  The Water Is Wide is a study of island culture, race relations during the Civil Rights movement, and the troubles and triumphs of a first-year teacher in a unique educational setting.  His year culminates with a field trip to Washington D.C. and the introduction of the wide world across the waters.

 Head Over Heels in the Dales, the third in a series of books by the James Herriot of education is easily my favorite.  The narrative begins and ends with unsettling questions by curious children: “Could you tell me how to spell “sex” please?” (she’s trying to spell insects) and “Do you know how to mek babies, then?” (knock the ‘y’ off and add ‘ies’).   Phinn, a school inspector in Yorkshire, England, describes the worst and the best teachers. 

I had heard the story of the crucifixion a thousand times but, on this occasion, when that awesome silence fell on the class, I felt my heart begin to thump in my chest and tears pricking my eyes.  I glanced across at Dean.  He sat, mouth open like a netted fish, with real tears above the tattooed tears, totally captivated and moved by the saddest story of all time.  …  ~  ‘They took a crown of thorns-a crown of thorns-and they rammed it, yes, they rammed in on His head.’  In the deathly silence which greeted this, Dean turned to me and said with a curl of the top lip, ‘The bastards!’

Summer’s Simple Pleasures

 

~  A June evening: flowers, fading light,
hand shovels, mosquitoes,
grandsons and daughter-in-law

 

~  In praise of perennials,
SO worth the extra money up front.

This purple and yellow plant was a 2008 Mother’s Day
gift from our church.  It  came back!  happy sighs…

~ While we’ve been pottering with perennials,
our guys have been getting wood for the winter.
They came across a nursing fawn.
Alas, the picture size was too large to post.

~  My vote for Salad of the Summer
I’ve made it a dozen times already this year.
Refreshing, tasty, a twist of heat, crunchy cashews.
Yum!

~ Coming down the home stretch of
D Day: June 6, 1944: The Climactic Battle of World War II.
Two things about this book:
1. I’m relieved that even though I’m working FT,
I can still get through weighty books. Just takes more time.
2. However difficult or thorny a challenge may present itself,
my life is easy compared to the soldiers of D-Day.

~ Remember the Six Panel Door aka the Christian Door?
How about this architecture feature (front upper windows)
in my friend’s new house?

~ Last year I joined the 100 Species Challenge.
This is a *life* project, folks.
Jessie gave me cute little copper garden tags
which help my wispy, lacy memory.

     

Summer Reading Challenge

Janie, one of my heroes, introduced me to reading challenges.  She persuaded me to make a plan.  And my reading has been strongly influenced by her recommendations.  With great interest I’ve watched her transition from homeschool mom to full-time teacher. 

I can commiserate with Janie more now that I’m also working full-time.  I cannot “not read”.  Unthinkable.  Right now, though, I cannot read my daily quota of 50 pages before I’m drooling and nodding and waking with a jolt. 

I had thought this would be my Summer of Southern Literature.  It sounds grand and glorious–like something Scarlett would say–, but I think I need to wait until the season of staying home returns when I can sit in an Adirondack chair and sip iced tea on my yet-to-be-built patio.      

Since I’ve joined PaperBackSwap.com - Book Club to Swap, Trade & Exchange Books for Free.  I’ve filled my Wish List to the maximum 200 books and get a new book or two every month.  But I have too many books in my house right now!  How I hate to admit this (I am my father’s daughter), but…..I’m double shelving. 

So my first rule for the Summer Reading Challenge 2009 is:

1.  Read books on my shelves.

The good thing is that I have several books which I want to read, but I don’t necessarily want to keep.  Paperbackswap indicates books I have that are also on other people’s wish lists.  So I can read and release.  Which means more shelf space.  Thus, the next rule which is a general principle, not an exclusive rule:

2.  Read books I’m willing to release.

My shelves have dozens of worthy books which I began but did not finish.  I know that it is unrealistic (and foolish) to vow not to read any new books until I’ve finished all the books I’ve started.  Especially since


  and     are due to arrive next week. 


And our dear friend sent us      and   

But I’m willing to live within the ratio of 2 finishes to 1 new.  Currently I am reading D-Day June 6, 1944: The Climatic Battle of World War II, which I had hoped to finish before June 6th!   Which gives me three easy rules.

3.  Finish two partially-read books for every new book I read.

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Summer Reading Challenge 2009

    

   

Happy Summer Reading, Friends!

Delight

Out of his past came the voice of Gounod, his choir director:

A singer can’t delight you with his singing
unless he himself delights to sing.

~ from Luncheon of the Boating Party

Can any verb be substituted for singing in this sentence?

The arts–dancing, acting, painting, sculpting, photography–make sense
because part of their purpose is to delight.

Writing, yes.
Gardening, sure.
Loving (blush).

Then we get into areas that, perhaps, don’t have delight as their first goal.
Teaching.  It can be delightful.  If it’s *not* delightful, is it effective?
Accounting? 
A stretch, you say?

But the principle fits, doesn’t it? Or does it?

What delights you today?

Eric Bibb Again!

 
Seeing Eric Bibb in concert was one of the great moments of 2008, a magical evening.  We still reference it often, it was that engaging.  My 18 yr old Collin checks Eric’s schedule on a regular basis to see if we could see him again before we die .  Eric spends more time in Europe than he does in America.  The snowy January night in Sandpoint was such a gift, it seems greedy to want more.  But a gig at the Sweet Onion Festival in Walla Walla, WA  (I do love how that flows off the tongue…Walla Walla) popped up on Eric’s schedule and we. are. going. 

This is what you need to do.  Go to Eric Bibb’s website and you can hear seven tracks from his latest album.  If unaccompanied acoustic guitar rocks your socks, listen to Track 6: I Shall Not Be Moved.  I particularly like the gospel-ish arrangement of If Our Hearts Ain’t In It and the love ballad Pockets.

Evening with Eric Bibb remains our favorite Bibb CD, with Diamond Days running a close second.  The train of Bibb fans is picking up speed and gaining more passengers daily.  Get on board!