Archive | March 2004

Mitsumasa Anno

Children’s author and illustrator, sometimes known simply as Anno, was born on March 20, 1926 in Japan. He was a teacher of mathematics for many years before he began writing children’s books. This webpage has a list of his books and some suggested activities to go with them. I have a couple of Anno’s books, and I think I’ll get a couple more at the library tomorrow to read with the five year old and the seven year old.

American Literature

I’ve been busy today making up a list of American literature to recommend to my AP US History students next year. I’m telling them that they will probably learn a lot more if they study American Literature and American History together, but I’m just going to give them a recommended list for literature. We’ll be meeting for an hour a week fro the history class, and I’ll be making assignments, giving tests, etc. For the literature part they and their parents will be pretty much on their own. So far my American literature So far I have on the list: William Bradford, Anne Bradstreet, Jonathan Edwards, Benjamin Franklin, Thomas Paine, Peter Cartwright, William Cullen Bryant, Washington Irving, Edgar Allan Poe, Longfellow, Emerson, Thoreau, Hawthorne, Melville, Whitman, Emily Dickinson, Harriet Beecher Stowe, Mark Twain, Henry James, Edith Wharton, Booker T. Washington, Stephen Crane, Edward Arlington Robinson, Theodore Dreiser, Robert Frost, Carl Sandburg, T.S. Eliot, Edna St. Vincent Millay, e.e. cummings, Langston Hughes, Willa Cather. Fitzgerald, Hemingway, Faulkner, Steinbeck, Ralph Ellison, Malcolm X, Eugene O’Neill, Tennessee Williams, Chaim Potok, Arthur Miller, Thornton Wilder, Harper Lee, Flannery O’Conner, and Annie Dillard. These are probably way too many authors for a high school literature class, but does anyone have any other suggestions? Anybody you think I should leave off the list? Why? Any specific suggestions of which stories, novels, or poems by these authors I should suggest?

For such a time

Peggy Noonan writes this week toward the end of her column about the need for Republican officeholders to speak up for the president and on the issues that matter to Republicans:

“GOP senators and congressmen seem to me to be acting not like they’re excited by this moment in history but intimidated by it. As if they’re thinking, “Oh no, we’re in charge now and everyone will blame us when things go wrong!” They need a little spirit of 1994: “We’ll make the very dome of this Capitol vibrate with our energy.”

I agree. Where are the Republicans who are speaking out on the issues of “gay marriage” and immigration reform and how we are winning the war against terrorism and also how the events in Spain prove that Bush was right about this being a long war with many fronts and . . . Either I’m not reading, listening to and watching the right media outlets or the Republicans are strangely quiet. Are they afraid to take a stand now that they are in the majority in the Congress? An of course, it is an election year. Maybe an unpopular stand would mess up their majority. Or maybe we elected them to do what’s right whether or not it gets them votes. Maybe their vocal, articulate stand for what they truly believe in WOULD get them votes. Contrast Republicans knowing what they believe and where they want the country to go with Kerry’s cluelessness. Might be a winner. But it doesn’t matter whether it is or not. Do it because it’s right.

Arthur William Edgar O’Shaughnessy

This English poet lived from 1844-1881. I think Eldest Daughter sang these lyrics in choir:

We are the music-makers,
We are the dreamers of dreams,
Wandering by lone sea-breakers,
And sitting by desolate streams;
World-losers and world-forsakers,
On whom the pale moon gleams:
We are the movers and shakers
Of the world forever it seems.

Today is also the birthday of children’s author and illustrator Marguerite DeAngeli. In addition to writing The Door in the the Wall, she also illustrated a book of Old Testament stories and a book of favorite hymns. Both of these books are out of print, but it surely would be fun to see them.

Next ten movies

31. Gettysburg (1993) Is there anything sadder in all of history than Pickett’s charge at Gettyburg? It’s Aristotelian tragedy in the middle of an essentially tragic war.
32. Gone with the Wind (1939) Classic. “I’ll think about that tomorrow. Tomorrow is another day.” “I don’t know nothing about birthin’ no babies, Miz Scarlett.” “Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn.” You just have to get the accent right.
33. The Great Escape (1963) Steve McQueen is great as the American Cooler King. The rest of the cast is wonderful, too. This one is supposed to be based on a true story.
34. Harvey (1950) Jimmy Stewart plays a lovable eccentric with a friend named Harvey, a very tall rabbit that no one else can see.
35. Hello Dolly (1969) As I said before, I like Barbra Streisand in movies. This musical is one of the great Broadway musicals of all time, and Streisand is bold and brassy and funny as the matchmaker who wants a match for herself.
36. Henry V (1989) Kenneth Branaugh’s masterpiece. Henry V is inspiring, has great music, and even makes me laugh.
37. The Hiding Place (1975) Jeanette Clift George is the director of AD Players here in Houston, and she stars in this movie as Corrie Ten Boom, a middle-aged Dutch Christian who is caught hiding Jews in her home during the Nazi occupation of Holland. It’s an inspirational movie from a Christian worldview.
38. Homeward Bound (1993) Every body has to like at least one dog movie–even me, even though real dogs are not my best firends. I’ll take the ones on the screen and enjoy this story of faithful pets making their way back to their masters.
39. The Importance of Being Earnest (2002) Oscar WIlde was a mess, but he was funny. This story is so much fun and so ridiculous.
40.It Happened One Night (1934) Clark Gable is a reporter in this comedy.

Wanda Gag

Wanda Gag, children’s author and illustrator, was born on this day in 1893 in Minnesota. She was the eldest of seven children born to parents of Bohemian descent (where exactly is Bohemia?). My favorite book of hers is called Gone is Gone: The Story of a Man Who Wanted to Do Housework, but she is most famous for the book Millions of Cats. I like the comedy of the Scandinavian man trying to do the housework and getting it all wrong.

The Sand-Reckoner by Gillian Bradshaw

It’s not The Wind in the Willows, but I just finished this book about Archimedes. It’s fiction, about Archimedes’ young adulthood. In the book he builds catapults, does geometry, and courts a princess. I liked the depiction of a genius trying to fit into society and remain true to the gifts God had given him.
Bradshaw has written some other historical fiction about ancient Rome that I’ll have to look into.

Kenneth Grahame judging us

Today is Kenneth Grahame’s birthday (1859-1903) . I tend to have the following attitude about Tolkien and C.S. Lewis; however, here’s what a fellow author thought of Grahame’s book:

“One does not argue about The Wind in the Willows. The young man gives it to the girl with whom he is in love, and, if she does not like it, asks her to return his letters. The older man tries it on his nephew, and alters his will accordingly. The book is a test of character. We can’t criticize it, because it is criticizing us. But I must give you one word of warning. When you sit down to it, don’t be so ridiculous as to suppose that you are sitting in judgment on my taste, or on the art of Kenneth Grahame. You are merely sitting in judgment on yourself. You may be worthy: I don’t know, But it is you who are on trial.”
A. A. Milne

I think of Wind in the Willows and I picture several scenes: Mole and Rat boating down the river, Toad in his motor-car, Mole spring cleaning, the carolers coming to sing to Mole on Christmas Eve, Toad in jail, Toad dressed up as a washer-woman, poor Mole missing andd searching for his own home. If the book is judging me as to whether I have the good taste to appreciate its stories and characters, I think I pass the test.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

I read yesterday that it was the birthday of Elizabeth Barrett Browning, and I was idly wondering this morning why she called her book of love sonnets Sonnets from the Portuguese. As far as I knew she had nothing to do with Portugal nor are the sonnets translations from the Portuguese language as far as I know. So I just found out: “the ‘Portugese’ being her husband’s petname for dark-haired Elizabeth, but it could refer to the series of sonnets of the 16th-century Portuguese poet Luiz de Cames.” What a sweet nickname!

How’s this for a “homeschooled prodigy”?(from Victorian Web)
“Elizabeth, an accomplished child, had read a number of Shakespearian plays, parts of Pope’s Homeric translations, passages from Paradise Lost, and the histories of England, Greece, and Rome before the age of ten. She was self-taught in almost every respect. During her teen years she read the principal Greek and Latin authors and Dante’s Inferno–all texts in the original languages. Her voracious appetite for knowledge compelled her to learn enough Hebrew to read the Old Testament from beginning to end. Her enjoyment of the works and subject matter of Paine, Voltaire, Rousseau, and Wollstonecraft was later expressed by her concern for human rights in her own letters and poems. By the age of twelve she had written an “epic” poem consisting of four books of rhyming couplets. Barrett later referred to her first literary attempt as, “Pope’s Homer done over again, or rather undone.”

More EBB trivia:
The Barretts had 12 children, and Mr. Barrett forbade all those who grew to adulthood to marry. Elizabeth had to elope to marry Robert Browning.
Elizabeth began taking opium for pain relief at age 15, and she remained addicted to it for the rest of her life.
Robert and Elizabeth Browning lived in Italy for most of their marriage–which was apparently very happy and mutually beneficial. They had one child, a son.
The ‘epic poem” she wrote at age 12 was called The Battle of Marathon–a battle we just finished reading about in our homeschool with my nine year old and my six year old. I don’t see any signs of epic poetry spilling forth from either of them yet.
Romantically, Elizabeth Barrett Browning died in Italy “in her husband’s arms.”