Archive | 11/20/2009

Giving Books: Audiobooks Are Books, Too

Bill at Thinklings spotlighted this new production from Focus on the Family Radio Theater:

You can purchase The Screwtape Letters (audiobook dramatized performance)here or here. I’ve definitely got this one on my list for someone who shall remain nameless. (If you’re on my giving list, and you want it, you’d better get your request in soon. Otherwise, I may give it to myself!)

We’ve been listening to lots of audiobooks around here since Z-baby (age eight) can’t read at anywhere near the level she can understand. A few of her favorites, played, repeated and almost memorized, have been:
The Complete Chronicles of Narnia, Focus on the Family Radio Theater production.
Because of Winn-Dixie by Kate DiCamillo, narrated by Cherry Jones. Read Aloud Thursday interview with Z-Baby.
Betsy-Tacy by Maud Hart Lovelace, narrated by Sutton Foster. Read Aloud Thursday Interview with Z-Baby.
From the MIxed-up FIles of Mrs. Basil M. Frankweiler by E.L. Konigsburg. Narrated by Jan Miner. Read Aloud Thursday Interview with Z-Baby and Betsy-Bee.
Anne of Green Gables by L.M. Montgomery. Focus on the Family Radio Theater.
Little Women by Louisa May Alcott. Focus on the Family Radio Theater.
The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett. Focus on the Family Radio Theater.

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Poetry Friday: Giving Thanks

We plow the fields, and scatter
The good seed on the land,
But it is fed and watered
By God’s almighty hand;
He sends the snow in winter,
The warmth to swell the grain,
The breezes and the sunshine,
And soft refreshing rain.

He only is the Maker
Of all things near and far;
He paints the wayside flower,
He lights the evening star;
The winds and waves obey him,
By him the birds are fed;
Much more to us, his children,
He gives our daily bread.

Refugee Thanksgiving


We thank thee, then, O Father,
For all things bright and good,
The seedtime and the harvest,
Our life, our health, our food:
No gifts have we to offer
For all thy love imparts,
But that which thou desirest,
Our humble, thankful hearts.

By Matthias Claudius in German, translated by Jane Montgomery-Campbell.

And that’s simple enough, plain enough, to do without any commentary on my part. Happy Thanksgiving!

Poetry Friday this week is hosted by Julie Larios at The Drift Record.