Archive | March 2005

March 31st Birthdays

Rene Descartes, mathematician and philospher, b. 1596. Eldest Daughter read something by Descartes in one of her classes, and she’s added him to the list of historical characters for whom she has a strong antipathy. I’ll bet even she’d feel sorry for him after reading about his sad end:

In 1649 Queen Christina of Sweden persuaded Descartes to go to Stockholm. However the Queen wanted to draw tangents at 5 a.m. and Descartes broke the habit of his lifetime of getting up at 11 o’clock. After only a few months in the cold northern climate, walking to the palace at 5 o’clock every morning, he died of pneumonia. –

Franz Josef Haydn, musician and composer, b. 1732.

Edward Fitzgerald, translator and poet, b. 1809. It’s difficult to say how much of Edward Fitzgerald’s “translation” of the eleventh century poet, philosopher, and scientist Omar Khayyam’s Rubaiyat is Fitzgerald and how much is Khayyam. Although a rather free translation, his version or versions are said to be more true to the spirit of the original than any more literal translation. It was my old friend Dante Gabriel Rossetti who made Fitzgerald’s Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam famous when he commended it.

Some for the Glories of This World; and some
Sigh for the Prophet’s Paradise to come.
Ah, take the Cash, and let the promise go,
Nor heed the music of a distant Drum!

Mary Boykin Miller Chesnut, author of A Diary from Dixie, b. 1823. This diary is often quoted in the Ken Burns series on the Civil War. You can read it online. Mrs. Chesnut’s husband was a U.S. senator from South Carolina and then an aide to Jefferson Davis during the War.

Andrew Lang, poet, novelist, editor, folklorist, historian, biographer, scholar, and essayist, b. 1844. Of course, we know Lang for his multi-colored fairy tales books.

March 30th Birthdays

Anna Sewell, author of Black Beauty, b. 1820. “We call them dumb animals, and so they are, for they cannot tell us how they feel, but they do not suffer less because they have no words.” Black Beauty is, of course, the definitive horse story and the prime example of an argument in fiction for the humane treatment of animals. Anna Sewell was disabled at the age of fourteen when a sprained (or maybe broken?) ankle was treated improperly. For the rest of her life, she depended on a pony cart for transportation since she could no longer walk. She began writing Black Beauty when she was in her forties after a doctor told her she had only a year to live. The book actually took her more than five years to write, and she died a few months after its publication. Anna Sewell and her family were Quakers and believed in non-violence toward people and animals.
I wonder what Anna Sewell would say about Terri Schiavo?

“My doctrine is this, that if we see cruelty or wrong that we have the power to stop, and do nothing, we make ourselves sharers in the guilt.”
“Now I say that with cruelty and oppression it is everybody’s business to interfere when they see it.”

Also, Vincent Van Gogh, artist, b. 1853. Go here to view all of Van Gogh’s paintings, letters, and other works online. You can also purchase a Van Gogh poster or read what critics think about Van Gogh’s work.
Paul Verlaine, French Decadent poet, b. 1844. I don’t read French, so I can’t really comment on his poetry, but he seems to have lived a decadent life. Somewhere in the middle of all the decadence, he converted to Catholicism, but the conversion may have been just another experiment in tasting all the sensatons that life had to offer.
I can’t think that either Van Gogh or Verlaine would have been easy or pleasant to know or to love.

The Children of Men by P.D. James

Imagine a world in which there are no children.
Imagine a world in which the youngest people are twenty-five years old.
Imagine a world in which all the males are sterile, and therefore no babies can be conceived.
Imagine a world from which God has withdrawn the blessing of procreation.
The Children of Men by P.D. James pictures just such a dystopia in which the human race is only a short time away from extinction. It’s a sad world in which women lavish affection on dolls and kittens because they can no longer devote their love and attention to children. Men and women lose interest in sexual relations that have been stripped of meaning. The elderly commit suicide because they are no longer needed or useful to a younger generation.
There is a story, which starts out as a sort of 1984ish (Orwell) resistance against the dictatorship that has become the government of England in this dying world. Then, something unexpected turns the plot into fugitives running from the state police in an attempt to live long enough to save the world. Enough said. James is an excellent writer, and this novel, while different from her detective stories with Adam Dalgliesh the intellectual Scotland Yard detective, is thought-provoking and applicable to our time.
I wonder how it would affect the social behaviour of human beings to live in a society in which children are no longer valued or sought after? I wonder how Chinese people are changed by their “one child policy”? I wonder whether those parts of the world in which the birth rate has fallen below replacement are pushing themselves into the kind of world James describes?
We’ve already passed 1984 and we’ve seen some of the things Orwell describes come true: doublespeak, totalitarian dictatorships that use torture to control their people.
Similarly, James’s book contains some scary truths projected into a 2021 world from which all children have vanished. People in Western industrialized countries are having fewer children. The implications of this birth dearth are yet to be realized. P.D. James does not paint a pretty picture of a world without children.

He Is Risen!

cross on sunday

In addition to the Resurrection Sunday traditions I wrote about last year, we also:

Have our own Easter sunrise (sort of) worship. We eat breakfast outside, weather permitting, a breakfast made up of homemade cinnamon rolls, deviled eggs, and orange juice. This morning we had cranberry-orange juice inside because it was too wet and windy to eat outdoors.
We read the story of Jesus’s Resurrection from one of the gospels, and we usually sing a hymn. But we forgot to sing this morning.
We listen to Easter music, a motley collection of favorite CCM (Don Francisco, John Michael Talbot, 2nd Chapter of Acts) from the 70’s and Handel and whatever else seems appropriate and celebratory.
We hang our Easter flag out in front, and we enjoy worshipping the Risen Lord with our church family.
We’ll also have ham, green beans, and sweet potatoes for dinner.

Robert Frost, b. March 26, 1874

Poetry is a way of taking life by the throat.–Robert Frost

Last year on Frost’s birthday: A Prayer in Spring

And for this year:

A Time to Talk

When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
And shout from where I am, What is it?
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.

Ah, yes, I can always stop whatever for a visit with a friend–for better or for worse.

Also Born on March 26th

Nathaniel Bowditch, self-taught mathemetician, astronomer, and navigator, b. 1773. We’ve been reading Carry On, Mr. Bowditch by Jean Lee Latham for over a month, I think, and we’re about through it. He’s a very interesting character, a Yankee seaman and an extraordinary mathematician and ship’s captain. Let your boys read this one, and anyone who is interested in numbers and math.
Edward Bellamy, Utopian novelist, b. 1850. His very popular novel, Looking Backward, was set in the future in the year 2000, and in it Bellamy envisioned a socialist utopia. People have been trying, unsucccessfully, to make the novel come true ever since he wrote it.
A.E. Houseman, poet, b. 1859.
Betty MacDonald, author of Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle and its sequels, b. 1908. Mrs. MacDonald also wrote The Egg and I, which inspired the 1947 movie with Claudette Colbert and Fred MacMurray.

Good Friday

Today is Good Friday, the day of Jesus’s crucifixion. This year it’s also the day that Jewish people celebrate Purim, the commemoration of the deliverance of the Jewish people from genocide at the hand of a Persian official named Haman. The fact that the two holidays coincide is appropriate since Esther risked her life to deliver her people from their enemies, and Jesus gave his life to rescue us from Our Enemy.
This year Passover, however, the Jewish holiday that most closely relates to the holiday Christians are celebrating this weekend, isn’t until late April. I have never understood why Passover and Easter week don’t always come at the same time. If that’s not confusing enough, Orthodox Christians use different rules for determining the date of Easter, and one of the rules is that “Easter shall never precede or coincide with Jewish Passover, but must always follow it.”
Right.
Nevertheless, Jesus celebrated the Passover with his disciples on Thursday evening before he was crucified on Friday. And the Bible says that He became our Passover sacrifice, “the Lamb of God who takes away the sin of the world.” Because of His blood shed for our sin, death and Satan no longer have lordship over those who trust in the Lord Jesus Christ.
Hallelujah! It truly is a good Friday.

March 25th Birthdays

It’s Catholic and large family day!

Catherine of Sienna, b. 1347. Catherine was the 23rd child born to the Benincasa family. She preached to both Pope Gregory and to Pope Urban, working all her life to heal the Great Schism that had split the papacy between Avignon and Rome. She also wrote many, many letters of which over 400 survive.
Lady Anne Fanshawe, b. 1625. English memoir writer who lived during the Restoration under Charles II. She had fourteen children.
Flannery O’Connor, author, b. 1925. I’ve never read anything by O’Connor, but we’re supposed to read a short story, The Violent Bear It Away, for my American Literature discussion group sometime in April. Tell me, am I going to be able to explain this story to high school students, or will they have to explain it to me?

Fanny Crosby, b. 1820

Pass Me Not O Gentle Saviour
Blessed Assurance, Jesus Is Mine
Rescue the Perishing
My Saviour First of All
Praise Him! Praise Him! Jesus our Blessed Redeemer
Tell Me the Story of Jesus
All the Way My Saviour Leads Me
He Hideth My Soul
Jesus Is Tenderly Calling
Jesus, Keep Me Near the Cross
I Am Thine, O Lord
Redeemed, How I Love to Proclaim It
Though Your Sins Be As Scarlet
To God Be the Glory

These are just a few of the thousands of hymns she wrote in her lifetime. She was accidentally blinded by an incompetent doctor when she was only six weeks old. When she was a year old, her father died. Her grandmother read the Bible to her as she grew older, and she knew the Pentateuch, the Gospels, Proverbs, the Song of Solomon, and many of the psalms by heart. When she grew up, she was first a teacher of the blind and then a hymn writer. Sometimes she would write six or seven hymns in one day, but she said she always prayed for guidance from the Holy Spirit before writing a hymn. She knew Presidents Van Buren and Polk, but she and one US president were close friends. On the occasion of her eighty-fifth birthday in 1905, he wrote her this letter:

My dear friend:

It is more than fifty years ago that our acquaintance and friendship began; and ever since that time I have watched your continuous and disinterested labor in uplifting humanity, and pointing out the way to an appreciation of God’s goodness and mercy�. As one proud to call you an old friend, I desire to be early in congratulating you on your long life of usefulness, and wishing you in the years yet to be added to you, the peace and comfort born of the love of God.

Yours very sincerely,

Grover Cleveland

She died at the age of 95, still serving her Saviour by writing hymns and praising Him. I found this hymn at CyberHymnal (along with 296 others).

How sweetly o’er the mountain of Zion, lovely, Zion,
The anthem of ages comes sweeping along;
The anthem of the faithful, we hear, and, rejoicing,
Our hearts in glad measure keep tune with the song.

Refrain:
O the Lion of Judah hath triumphed forever,
O the Lion of Judah is mighty and strong.

O happy, happy tidings, the kingdom now is opened,
The seals are all broken; proclaim it afar;
From bondage and oppression by Him we are delivered,
The Lion of Judah, the bright Morning Star.

Hosanna in the highest, all glory everlasting,
The cross and its banner triumphant shall wave;
Hosanna in the highest, all glory everlasting,
The Lion of Judah His people will save.

March 21st Birthday

Phyllis McGinley, poet and author, b. 1905. She won the 1961 Pulitzer Prize for her poetry.

The thing to remember about fathers is, they’re men.
A girl has to keep it in mind:
They are dragon-seekers, bent on improbable rescues.
Scratch any father, you find
Someone chock-full of qualms and romantic terrors,
Believing change is a threat-
Like your first shoes with heels on, like your first bicycle
It took such months to get.

The other thing to remember, of course, is that fathers are often right. Change is often a threat. Daughters are sometimes not ready for high heels or for their first bicycle. Sometimes fathers see the sign: “Here be dragons.” And sometimes daughters are blind.