Archive | December 2005

December 7, 1941

Every year on this date, my mom would ask me, “Do you know what today is?”

“Christmas? Almost Christmas? The beginning of Christmas?”

I eventually learned that December 7th has nothing to do with Christmas. Go here for an article by Maggie Hogan on commemorating this “date which will live in infamy” in your homeschool.

The book Early Sunday Morning: The Pearl Harbor Diary of Amber Billows, Hawaii, 1941 by Barry Denenberg is one of the Dear America series from Scholastic. Go here for more information on the book and some activities to accompany it.

DINK?

A new study shows that nearly half the young families who live in San Francisco are planning to move within the next three years. The city already has the lowest population of children per capita of any big U.S. city. From All Things Considered, NPR, December 6, 2005

No comment.

Sharing Books

You may have heard of Book Crossing, a website which tracks books that you “release into the wild,” hoping that someone will claim and love them as much as you did.

Pass the Book is similar, but different. With this book giveaway plan, you give the book to a friend who agrees to read the book and pass it on to someone else. Eventually, if you put your name and address in the book, you get it back with comments and a list of the names of all who have read it and passed it. It sounds like fun to me.

Bookins is a book trading site. List the books you’d like to trade and list the books you’d like to get. Registration is free, and all it costs to trade is the postage. I haven’t signed up yet, but I think I’m going to do it and see how it works. Oh, and if you sign up, put my email (sherry DOT early AT gmail DOT com) in as your referrer, and I’ll get extra points.

Operation Paperback is a non-profit, grassroots program founded in 1999. They collect gently used books and send them to American troops deployed overseas.

I think it’s time for me to share some books –and make room for my Christmas gifts???

December 25, 1843

He dressed himself all in his best, and at last got out into the streets. The people were by this time pouring forth, as he had seen them with the Ghost of Christmas Present; and walking with his hands behind him, Scrooge regarded every one with a delighted smile. He looked so irresistibly pleasant, in a word, that three or four good-humoured fellows said, “Good morning, sir! A merry Christmas to you!” And Scrooge said often afterwards, that of all the blithe sounds he had ever heard, those were the blithest in his ears.
* * * *
He went to church, and walked about the streets, and watched the people hurrying to and fro, and patted children on the head, and questioned beggars, and looked down into the kitchens of houses, and up to the windows: and found that everything could yield him pleasure. He had never dreamed that any walk — that anything — could give him so much happiness. In the afternoon he turned his steps towards his nephew’s house.

A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens

Scrooge went to church. I know that Catholic, and I assume Anglican, churches have a tradition of midnight Mass on Christmas, and I imagine other masses are held on Christmas Day. Most evangelical churches don’t have a tradition of holding worship services on Christmas morning. Some have some kind of Christmas Eve service. Our old Southern Baptist church had a Christmas Eve Candlelight Lord’s Supper service at about 6:00 P.M. on Christmas Eve so that people could still get home in time for family festivities. Another Southern Baptist church we attended a long time ago had a silent Christmas Eve service. Signs at the doors enjoined silence upon entering the church and asked that worshippers maintain that silence until they went out the doors. Each person was given a candle, and the church was lit with candles. There was music, and the Word was read from the pulpit, but the worshippers were silent. It was quite refreshing.

Since Christmas falls on a Sunday this year, we will be attending worship on Sunday morning as we do every Sunday. I don’t know yet what other opportunities for worship there will be. I’m really looking forward to worship with my church on Christmas morning. What will your church be doing on Christmas and on Christmas Eve? How will you celebrate the day of worship and Christmas Day together?

Bah! Humbug!

I don’t want to be a Scrooge or ruin anyone’s Christmas spirit, but are there any Christmas songs that simply annoy you? Maybe it’s just me, but for the encouragement of those, who like me, enjoy Christmas and Christmas music but just can’t stand a few of the holiday stand-bys, here are my Six Least Favorite Christmas Songs:

6.. Santa Baby (sung by anyone, but especially bad by Madonna)

5. Here Comes Santa Claus “He doesn’t care if you’re good or bad/Cause he loves you just the same/Santa knows we’re all God’s children/That makes everything right????” Bad. Bad. Bad.

4. Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer. Once is sort of funny; more than once is torture.

3. Little Drummer Boy. Any version. Any time.

2. The Twelve Days of Christmas. It keeps going and going and going and going. Just buy me an energizer battery and turn off the song.

1. My Grown-Up Christmas List. I heard a version of this one on the radio this afternoon by Amy Grant. I used to like her, but if she’s the one who started that song’s popularity, I’m definitely disenchanted.

I was going to make a list of my ten least favorite Christmas songs, but I realized there are really only six I can’t stand. I guess I like most Christmas music. Just don’t send me any drummer boys, relativistic Santa babies, or roadkill. And don’t sing about any of it for twelve solid days. This is MY grown-up Christmas list.

P.S. If you need something uplifting after that crabby post, Cindy writes about her favorite Christmas music. She even likes a version of Little Drummer Boy!

Picture Book Preschool: Week 49

Picture Book Preschool is a preschool/kindergarten curriculum which consists of a list of picture books to read aloud for each week of the year and a character trait, a memory verse, and activities, all tied to the theme for the week.

WEEK 49 (Dec) READING
Character Trait: Humility
Bible Verse: Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven. Matthew 5:3

1. Andersen, Hans Christian. The Emperor’s New Clothes. Word, 1987. (many other editions)
2. Duvoisin, Roger Antoine. Petunia. Knopf, 1950. OP
3. Hoban, Lillian. Arthur’s Prize Reader. Harper, 1978.
4. Hoban, Tana. I Read Signs. Greenwillow, 1983.
5. Hoban, Tana. I Read Symbols. Greenwillow, 1983.
6. Gag, Wanda. The ABC Bunny. Putnam, 1933.
7. Rey, H.A. Curious George Learns the Alphabet. HoughtonMifflin, 1963.

Activities: Make an alphabet book together. Write one large upper case letter on each page of you homemade book, and then cut out things that begin with that letter to glue on the page with the letter. Help your child decide which pictures belong with which letter. You may want to extend this activity over several weeks; do a letter a day or a letter a week.

This season would be an excellent time to purchase a copy of Picture Book Preschool either for yourself or for someone you know who has a preschooler or a kindergartner. Although you can begin the curriculum at any time of the year, the booklet actually starts with the first week of January. So get yours now in preparation for a new year of reading together.

Picture Book Preschool is a preschool/kindergarten curriculum which consists of a list of picture books to read aloud for each week of the year and a character trait, a memory verse, and activities, all tied to the theme for the week. You can purchase a downloadable version (pdf file) of Picture Book Preschool by Sherry Early at Biblioguides.

Blood and Judgment by Lars Walker

“If I could show you a way back to your friends from the theater, what would you do?”

“I’d hold–I’d do–I wouldn’t do–oh damn. You want me to tell the truth, don’t you?”

“Very much.”

“I don’t know what I’d do. I want to say I’d be a different man; that I’d care for people and keep them close and keep Christmas in my heart every day of the year. I want to do that. But I’m not sure I can. I’m still Will Sverdrup, who’s terrified of commitment.”

“That is the right answer. If you’d made promises you couldn’t keep, you’d have stayed in this passage for a very long time.”

“I can promise even less if you like.”

“The point is to recognize that you cannot rescue yourself.”

“I can’t.”

“Then you must turn to the One who can rescue you.”

Blood and Judgement by Lars Walker is a really weird mythology/fantasy novel with flashes of profound insight–like the one above. To tell the truth, as much as I hate to admit it, I got lost several times during this novel, almost as lost as the characters in the story, but I loved the flashes. I’m not sure whether my getting lost was due to the complicated nature of the plot and its philosophical, literary, theological, and scientific premises or whether there were real gaps in the logic of what was happening, causing me to lose the the thread of the narrative. I’m not even sure if the preceding sentence made any sense.

However, I’m still thinking about this book and trying to figure out everything that happened and why it happened and what it means, so there must be a lot of stuff there. Let’s see if I can explain a little of it. Will Sverdrup, an amateur actor who’s afraid of commitment and love and getting close to people, falls through a trapdoor in the theater where he’s practicing to be the title character in Shakespeare’s Hamlet. He ends up in Denmark in the 6th century, and he’s inhabiting the body of the original Hamlet whose name is actually Amlodd. Amlodd, on the other hand, has exchanged his warrior body for Will’s weak twenty-first century body, But he’s not in the twenty-first century. He’s in some kind of alternate universe along with the other actors from Will’s play. (Are you confused yet?) The other actors and Amlodd are supposed to be re-enacting Shakespeare’s Hamlet, but they’re not sure they want to do that since they all die in the end. Will, back in Denmark in Amlodd’s body, is re-enacting his own saga–an ancient version of the Hamlet story that comes out of some source story by a guy named Saxo.

The purpose of all this is to talk about, explore as they say, purpose and pain and revenge and forgiveness and blood and judgment. One of the chapters toward the end reminded me of C.S. Lewis’s The Great Divorce. The whole book reminded me of the TV series LOST, probably partly because the entire Semicolon family is absorbed in LOST right now, but also because of the multiplicity of overlapping themes and the fact that the characters in the book are stranded in an alternate reality sort of like the people in LOST. It would have been interesting to have developed some of the other characters in the book besides Will Sverdrup a little more, but maybe each one would have required his or her own book–or TV series. Also like with the people in LOST, the future of the characters in this story depends to some extent on how they deal with their past sins and issues.

If you like Hamlet or LOST or medieval historical fiction or action swords and sorcery or Norse sagas or some combination of all the above, you’ll probably like Blood and Judgement–unless you don’t like them all mixed together. For what it’s worth, Hamlet will never be the same.

And I always did wonder if Scrooge really would be able to keep Christmas in his heart from then on.

To This Great Stage of Fools: Born December 5th

Today is the birthday of Joan Didion, b. 1934, who won the National Book Award this year for her book The Year of Magical Thinking. I’ve added it to The List, largely on the recommendation of Ms. Mental Multivitamin. If I like it, I may add some others of Didion’s books to The List for I must admit that I’ve never read anything by this particular author.

Today is also the day to honor and remember the birth of Christina Rossetti. She was a thoroughly Catholic Christian poet, and she wrote several Christmas poems/carols. Most people are familiar with In the Bleak Mid-Winter, especially the last verse. The following poem, also by Rossetti, is not as familiar although I think I have heard it put to music:

Love came down at Christmas,
Love all lovely, Love Divine;
Love was born at Christmas;
Star and angels gave the sign.

Worship we the Godhead,
Love Incarnate, Love Divine;
Worship we our Jesus,
But wherewith for sacred sign?

Love shall be our token,
Love be yours and love be mine,
Love to God and all men,
Love for plea and gift and sign.

Love is our plea, our gift, and our sign–that which we need, that which we receive, that which we give. May it be so.

Christmas Dinner: December 25, 195?

It was Christmas when we awoke. Breakfast was light–acorn pancakes, jam, and sassafras tea. Bando went for a walk. I lit the fire in the fireplace and spent the morning creating a feast from the wilderness.

Bando rinsed Dad’s soup bowl in the snow, and with great ceremony and elegance–he could really be elegant when the occasion arose–poured him a turtle shell of sassafras tea. Quoting a passage from one of Dickens’s food-eating scenes, he carved the blackened steak. It was pink and juicy inside. Cooked to perfection. We were all proud of it. Dad had to finish his tea before he could eat. I was short on bowls. Then I filled his shell. A mound of sort of fluffy mashed cattail tubers, mushrooms, and dogtooth violet bulbs, smothered in gravy thickened with acorn powder. Each plate had a pile of soaked and stewed honey locust beans–mixed with hickory nuts. The beans are so hard it took three days to soak them.
It was glorious feast. Everyone was impressed, including me.

My Side of the Mountain by Jean Craighead George

We’re currently reading this Newbery Honor Book for our read aloud time. Did you know that E.P. Dutton (publishers) initially refused to publish Ms. George’s story of a boy who leaves home to live off the land in the Catskill Mountains because they were afraid it would encourage children to run away from home?

Narnia Buzz

The new Narnia movie, The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe, is being advertised and merchandised in all the stores, and people are talking. While I was out shopping today, I first heard a clerk at the Christian bookstore rehearsing the entire plot line of the book for an attentive customer who wondered what all the Narnia stuff was. Then I went to Half-Price Books where I saw more Narnia posters, calendars, and paraphernalia, and the two college age guys next to me in the children’s section were looking for “some witch book by C.S. . . . uh . . . uh. . . ”

“Lewis,” I said helpfully. But the books were all gone.