Archive | September 2006

Before There Were Blogs

Nowadays for snippets of information, household tips, news analysis, and humorous and autobiographical stories, I go to the internet, usually to blogs. Ten or more years ago I had a subscription to Reader’s Digest. It served much the same purpose, “an article a day of enduring significance.”

Dewitt and Lila Wallace founded the Reader’s Digest Association in 1922.
Their vision for the company was based on a simple notion that people did
not have enough time to read all that was being published, and that people
needed a reading service that selected editorial material to inform, enrich,
entertain and inspire.

The result of the Wallaces’ vision was a pocket-sized magazine, sold at an
annual subscription that would provide an article a day of lasting
interest – and of enduring significance – in condensed form. Today the
magazine offers a mix of engaging original and republished content to appeal
to contemporary tastes. It is the largest-selling magazine in the world,
published in 48 editions and 19 languages, and sold in more than 60
countries.

So how much “enduring significance” did those Reader’s Digest articles contain? Well, it just so happens that I have a lot of those old magazines collecting dust on a top shelf in my bedroom. I thought it would be fun to look at one every now and then and see how significant and enduring it was.

Reader’s Digest, September, 1974.

Current events: a compilation of articles and opinions on the possible eminent impeachment of Richard Nixon (didn’t happen), another on the “rise and fall of the Symbionese Liberation Army” (whatever happened to Patty Hearst?), and still others on busing, Teamsters and the underworld, and the real cost of foreign aid. All of these pieces, while maybe of some historical interest, are dated, not enduring.

“The Colonies Must Be Punished!” by O.K. Armstrong is one of a series of articles, called Great Moments in American History: Bicentennial Feature; this particular article deals with the reaction in Britain and the colonies to the Boston Tea Party. I remember the Bicentennial celebration in 1976. On the Fourth of July, 1976, I was on my way to a youth evangelism conference in Dallas/Fort Worth. For a long time after that, through college, I had the T-shirt with bicentennial colors to prove it. Date yourself; where were you in July 1976?

Back to Reader’s Digest, September, 1974, there are some useful tips on how to make your houseplants behave, how not to get gyped by your auto-repairman, and how to reduce college costs. There’s the obligatory diet article, called “Beware the Diet Saboteur.” “Thousands of people are unable to reduce, obesity specialists find, because their kinfolk knowingly or unknowingly undercut their efforts.” The “psycho-analyze yourself” article is called “What Are You Afraid Of?” and gives us eight suggestions for coping with fear.

Merle Haggard and Sheik Ahmed Zaki al-Yamani get biographical profiles, not in the same articles.

The “special feature” at the end of the magazine is “Solzhenitsyn: Conscience of a Nation.” Enduring significance, yes.

He does not want his country remade in the image of the modern, free-enterprise West. In fact, to some of his admirers, this fierce clinging to everything Russian, including the old concepts of the Russian earth, Russian people, the spiritual values inherent in backward Russia, is one of his limitations as a man and a writer. But it is also one of his greatest sources of strength.

Finally, there’s a kidlit note:

Statement on the copyright page of Toolchest by Jan Adkins: “We have gone to considerable difficulty and expense to assemble a staff of necromancers, sorcerers, shamans, conjurers and lawyers to visit nettlesome and mystifying discomfort on any ninny who endeavors to reproduce or transmit this book in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including information storage and retrieval systems, without permission from the publisher. Watch yourself!”

By the way, Toolchest is a beautiful, old children’s book. It’s out of print, but available used from Amazon.

To this Great Stage of Fools: Born September 29th

He was born on this date in 1547, the son of a surgeon; his mother may have been of Jewish descent.

He was a soldier, wounded in battle by a shot to his left hand. Because of his wound, he gained the nickname, “El manco de Lepanto.”

He was captured by pirates and spent five years as a slave in Algiers. He was finally ransomed and returned home.

He wrote poems, plays, and novels and worked as a tax collector.

However, because of some dispute over money with the government, he was thrown into jail in Seville–twice. He was also jailed briefly as a murder suspect.

He died on April 23, 1616, the same date that is recorded for Shakespeare’s death. However, he actually died ten days before Shakespeare; they have the same date of death because England and Spain used different calendars in the seventeenth century.

“It seems to me,” said Sancho, “that the knights who did all these things were driven to them… but… why should you go crazy? What lady has rejected you…?
“That is exactly it,” replied Don Quixote, “that’s just how beautifully I’ve worked it all out – because for a knight errant to go crazy for good reason, how much is that worth? My idea is to become a lunatic for no reason at all…”

He is mad past recovery, but yet he has lucid intervals.

Poetry Friday: This is the forest primeval . . .

Lost - Kate (Advance)
We’re reading Longfellow’s Evangeline for American literature class this week. I wonder if my high school students will appreciate it; i wonder if they’ll even get through it. Maybe if I tie the story to somethng or someone nowadays . . . (Just kidding, guys.)

But a celestial brightness—a more ethereal beauty—
Shone on her face and encircled her form, when, after confession,
Homeward serenely she walked with God’s benediction upon her.
When she had passed, it seemed like the ceasing of exquisite music.

Hawthorne had a different reaction to the illustrations (1860 Edition of Evangeline, illustrated by Jane Bentham). After Fields sent him a copy of the deluxe edition, he wrote back to say that Benham’s “representations of the heroine have suggested to me a new theory” about the poem: “Evangeline is so infernally awkward and ugly . . . that Gabriel was all the time running away from her, . . . when she at last caught him, it was naturally and inevitably the instant death of the poor fellow.”

I think Hawthorne’s interpretation unlikely in light of the plain words of the poem itself, but I also can’t imagine anyone so beautiful that when she passed by it would seem as if exquisite music had ceased. Wouldn’t that be a delightful effect to create? Exhausting, perhaps, but fun for a while.

Benedict Bellefontaine, thou hast ever thy jest and thy ballad!
Ever in cheerfullest mood art thou, when others are filled with
Gloomy forebodings of ill, and see only ruin before them.
Happy art thou, as if every day thou hadst picked up a horseshoe.

Now I do know people who seem to be unfailingly cheerful. Not me.

Feeling is deep and still; and the word that floats on the surface
Is as the tossing buoy that betrays where the anchor is hidden.
Therefore trust to thy heart, and to what the world calls illusion.

Evangeline, like Don Quixote or Abraham in the Bible, has only faith to sustain her, faith in God and faith in her quest to find Gabriel. I was discussing characters like Abraham and Don Quixote, characters of faith, with someone yesterday. We couldn’t think of any female literary characters who qualified as “White Knights of Faith.” Perhaps Evangeline, Bellefontaine, not Lilly, qualifies. No one on LOST, it seems so far, has a true faith, faith in something real that “the world calls illusion,” faith that’s not tinged with superstition and romanticism. Maybe Mr. Eko—or Rose.

Book-Spotting #20

Krakovianka found a book in a thrift store in Poland, an English book, a book she and I have been wanting to read. I love stories about book finds.

I’m reading Moby Dick this month–via email. I signed up at Daily Lit, a website that sends subscribers a daily portion of a selected work of literature. I don’t usually like to read books on the computer, but since I have to read Moby for the American Literature class I’m teaching at co-op, I think I’ll make an exception. The Great White Whale might be more digestible in small daily portions. Thanks to Beck at Frog and Toad Are Friends for the link and information for Daily Lit.

On Stephen Lawhead’s new book, Hood, a reinterpretation of the Robin Hood story that I hope to read soon:
Robin Hood Was Welsh and Never Went to Nottingham Claims Book

Back to an old favorite, Pride and Prejudice. Tex, at Mere Orthodoxy demonstrates the tangled web that Miss Austen weaves when she invites us to laugh at the foibles of the Bennett family, their friends and aquaintances.

“Miss Austen invites her readers to participate in the very behavior which she is at work to moralize against–vanity and prejudice. . . . The diversion of picking motes of dust out of the eyes of one’s brothers might be quite harmless and forgiveable if it were not for the portrait of love found in the character of God and most forcefully presented in the person of Jesus. If all the world is my toy and a stage on which every character moves simply to delight and entertain my Self, then there is perhaps even a nobleness in using people for one’s own pleasure. However, the Christian notion of love destroys this very cavalier and flippant attitude.”

Ouch! And on that rather uncomfortable, but nevertheless edifying, note, I’ll end this edition of Book-Spotting. May your pleasures be at once educational, enjoyable, and honoring to the God who made us and loves us.

To This Great Stage of Fools: Born September 28th

William Mickle, b.1735. Scots poet. I can identify with the theme of this poem, There’s Nae Luck about the House. Engineer Husband doesn’t have to travel too often, but when he is gone, there’s no luck about the house at all.

Rise, lass, and mak a clean fire side,
Put on the muckle pot,
Gie little Kate her button gown,
And Jock his Sunday coat;
And mak their shoon as black as slaes,
Their hose as white as snaw,
It’s a’ to please my ain gudeman,
For he’s been lang awa.
For there’s nae luck about the house,
There’s nae luck at a’,
There’s little pleasure in the house
When our gudeman’s awa.

Sir WIlliam Jones, b. 1746. Philoligist and student of Indian history.

The Sanscrit language, whatever be its antiquity, is of a wonderful structure; more perfect than the Greek, more copious than the Latin, and more exquisitely refined than either, yet bearing to both of them a stronger affinity, both in the roots of verbs and the forms of grammar, than could possibly have been produced by accident; so strong indeed, that no philologer could examine them all three, without believing them to have spring from some common source, which, perhaps, no longer exists: there is a similar reason, though not quite so forcible, for supposing that both the Gothick and the Celtick, though blended with a very different idiom, had the same origin with the Sanscrit, and the old Persian might be added to this family, if this were the place for discussing any question concerning the antiquities of Persia.


Kate Douglas Wiggin, b. 1856, author and educator. She wrote Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm and The Birds’ Christmas Carol. Eldest Daughter always thought Rebecca compared rather unfavorably to L.M. Mongomery’s Anne of Green Gables, but I remember enjoying both books and both heroines.
Read Rebecca online.
Wiggin also wrote an autobiography, My Garden of Memories, and an adult novel, The Village Watchtower. I added both to The List last year, but I haven’t found copies of either one yet.

Edith Mary Pargeter, b. 1913. She wrote several fine historical fiction novels, including The Heaven Tree Trilogy about a thirteenth century family of British stonecarvers. Of course, Pargeter’s more famous series of books takes place a century before the Heaven Tree books, and she wrote them under a different name. If you’ve never read these and if you have a morbid taste for bones, you should go immediately to your nearest library and check one out. An excellent mystery.

Two Books by Nevil Shute

On the Beach by British author Nevil Shute was published in 1957, the same year I was born. It tells the story of the last survivors of a nuclear war that has left enough radioactive fallout to eventually blanket the entire globe and annihilate all humankind. Almost the last inhabitable places are near Melbourne in southern Australia. The book is set in and near Melbourne and begins with T.S. Eliot’s famous words:

In this last of meeting places
We grope together
And avoid speech
Gathered on this beach of the tumid river . . .

This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.


On the Beach may be the saddest book I’ve ever read. I’d add it to my list of Best Tear-Jerkers, but it’s not exactly a tear-jerker. It’s just ineffably sad. The world is ending with a whimper, and Shute describes the effect of that sort of hopeless situation on a group of rather ordinary people. I have a few quibbles with the way he describes it all; I think there might be more religion, and more violence at the same time, in such a world, but maybe it would be just as Shute says. I hope I never live in such a time and place to find out. This book was fascinating, in a morbid sort of way, but it’s as close as I want to get to the edge of hopelessness.

Nevil Shute Norway was an aviation engineer who started his own aircraft company and worked on the development of secret weapons for the British during World War II. Before and after the war, he worked as a novelist and wrote a total of twenty-four novels. He’s said to be better at plots than at characterization, but I found his characters in On the Beach and A Town Like Alice, the other of his books I read, to be quite memorable. Commander Dwight Towers of the U.S. Navy is a law-abiding faithful Dobbin of a ship’s captain who nevertheless is attracted to Moira, an Australian party girl. Jean Paget, in A Town Like Alice, is a heroine of uncommon depth and character although it takes a war and the Australian outback to bring out all the resources she finds within herself.

I must say something more about A Town Like Alice, especially since it was my favorite of the two books by Nevil Shute that I read. If the the two books have a common theme it’s that of ordinary people responding to extraordinary circumstances with courage and ingenuity. Much more upbeat than On the Beach, A Town Like Alice is a novel in two parts. The first part is about Jean Paget, one of eighty women captured by the Japanese on the Malay pennisula and then marched from place to place because their captors don’t know what to do with them. (This first part of the novel is based on a true event that happened in Sumatra rather than Malaya.) The second part of the story takes place in Australia as Jean comes to see that she is more than just a survivor; she’s also a builder, able to grow and thrive in the Australian desert.

Engineer Nevil Shute Norway does know how to tell a good story. I recommend both of the books I read. Just don’t choose On the Beach for a day when you’re already depressed about life and the world in general. It’s more appropriate for the times when you’re feeling a little cocky and need a bit of a sobering reality check. A Town Like Alice is useful for inspiration and a good, decent story.

On the Beach and A Town Like Alice have both been made into movies, each one twice in fact. The 1959 version of On the Beach starred Gregory Peck, Ava Gardner, Fred Astair, and Anthony Perkins. Nevil Shute hated the movie, but it made him famous and probably scared the heck out of a whole bunch of people.

Links:
Nevil Shute Norway Foundation.
Will Duquette at View from the Foothills has reviewed several of Nevil Shute’s novels.

Visit Semicolon’s Amazon Store for more great book recommendations.

Favorite Fall Recipe

An Illustration of an Onion

1015 Surprise Casserole
Best made with Texas 1015 super-sweet onions, so-named because they are planted Oct. 15.

2 eggs
1/4 cup butter
3/4 cup light cream (or half-and half)
3 medium 1015 super-sweet onions, chopped
1 teaspoon salt
2 cups grated Swiss Cheese, divided
1/8 teaspoon freshly ground black pepper
1 cup crushed saltine crackers, divided
2 tablespoons melted butter

Melt 1/4 cup butter in large skillet and saute onions until tender. Place half the onions in a 1 1/2-quart deep-dish pie pan. Sprinkle 1 cup Swiss cheese and 1/2 cup cracker crumbs over onions. Repeat layers of onions and cheese. Beat eggs with cream, salt and pepper. Pour evenly over onion mixture
Melt 2 tablespoons butter in skillet and stir in remaining creacker crumbs. Lightly brown, then sprinkle crumbs over casserole. Bake at 350 degrees 25 minutes. Makes 6 to 8 servings. An excellent accompaniment to roast beef or ham.
Enjoy!

Week 7 of World Geography: Japan


Music:
Franz Peter Schubert—C Major Symphony
A Little Schubert–Goffstein
Franz Schubert and His Merry Friends–Wheeler

Mission Study:
1. Window on the World: Japan
2. Bold Bearers of His Name: Kanzo Uchimura
3. WotW: Buddhism

Poems:
Haiku

Science:
Atoms and Molecules

Nonfiction Read Aloud:
Commodore Perry in the Land of the Shogun–Blumberg

Fiction Read Alouds:
Li Lun, Lad of Courage–Treffinger
Born in the Year of Courage–Crofford

Picture Books:
Take a Trip to Japan—Ashby
Hachiko, the True Story of a Loyal Dog—Turner
The Bicycle Man—Say
The Funny Little Woman—Mosel
Crow Boy—Yashima
Umbrella–Yashima

Elementary Readers:
The Master Puppeteer-Paterson
The Big Wave–Buck
Takao and Grandfather’s Sword–Uchida
Sadako and the 1000 Paper Cranes–Coerr
Easy Origami–Montroll

Movies: Are there any good (English) family movies set in Japan? I’m coming up blank. I don’t really want WW 2 because that would probably present an American point of view.

Stay tuned for more on Japan next week. . . .

Banned Books Week: Celebrate Freedom


“In Libya, there are no independent broadcast or print media, an anachronism even by Middle East standards.”

“Equatorial Guinea has one private broadcaster; its owner is the president’s son . . . The U.S. State Department reported in 2005 that foreign celebrity and sports publications were available for sale but no newspapers, and that there were no bookstores or newsstands.”

“In Burma, citizens risk arrest for listening to the BBC in public.”
—From Committee to Protect Journalists List of 10 Most Censored Countries.

Banned in Iran
Not Without My Daughter by Betty Mahmoody

Banned in Cuba:
Diary of the Cuban Revolution by Carlos Franqui
A Way of Hope by Lech Walesa
Sakharov Speaks by Andrei Sakharov
El Pasado de una Iilusion by Francois Furet
Living in Truth by Vaclav Havel
The Country of 13 Million Hostages by C.A. Montaner
The Magic Lantern by Tomothy Garton Ash
The Art of the Impossible by Vaclav Havel
Toward a Civil Society by Vaclav Havel
Cuba’s Repressive Machinery by Human Rights Watch
L’ile du Docteur Castro by Corinne Cumerlato and Denis Rouseau
1984 by George Orwell
Letter to the Soviet Leaders by Aleksandr I. Solzhenitsyn
Castro’s Daughter by Alina Fernandez
Persona non Grata by Jorge Edwards

Banned in Malaysia:
Mona Johulan, The Bargaining for Israel: In the Shadow of Armageddon (Bridge-Logos Publishers,
United States)
Mathew S Gordon, Islam (Oxford University Press)
Trudie Crawford, Lifting the Veil (Apple of Gold, United States)
Bobby S Sayyid, A Fundamental Fear of Eurocentrism and the Emergence of Islamism (Zed Books
Ltd, United Kingdom)
Dr Anis A Shorrosh, Islam Revealed – A Christian Arab’s View of Islam (Thomas Nelson Publishers,
USA)
John L Esposito, What Everyone Needs to Know About Islam (Oxford University Press)
Christine Mallouhi, Mini Skirts Mothers & Muslims (Monarch Books)
Karen Armstrong, The Battle for God: Fundamentalism in Judaism, Christianity and Islam (Harper
Collins, UK)

I realize that many of my readers are not going to like my take on Banned Books Week. I do not believe that there are any “banned books” in the United States of America in 2006.

The American Library Association website for Banned Books Week does not list one single book that has been banned by any government entity in the United States of America in 2006. Some books are challenged every year, usually by parents who are concerned that a particular piece of literature is not appropriate for the children or young people to whom it is being taught or made available in the library. Some of these challenges are ridiculous; others have some merit. Saying that a book is not appropriate for a particular age group or even actually removing a book from an elementary school library is not the same as “banning” that book. ALA defines “challenged” as an attempt to ban.

If I say publicly that it is not appropriate to teach Hamlet or Lolita to fourth graders or not appropriate to have those works in an elementary school library, am I attempting to “ban books” or am I suggesting that the selection criteria of the librarians and teachers are poorly suited to the children they are serving? (Actually, I think Hamlet would be fine for kids although some portions of the plot and thematic material would be over the heads of most fourth graders. I’m just picking somewhat random examples.) I attended library school and heard librarians say, with a straight face, that when they chose to not purchase Nancy Drew books or comic books, the process was called “selection,” but when parents or citizens tried to voice their opinions about what should or should not be purchased by the libraries that they support with their taxes, it was “censorship.” Librarians were an elite group of educated professionals who knew how to “select ” library materials; others were yokels who were out to keep information out of the hands of the people, book-banners.

“Censorship occurs when expressive materials, like books, magazines, films and videos, or works of art, are removed or kept from public access.” The truth is, if you use the ALA definition of censorship, librarians “ban” books every day because they cannot purchase every book that is published. They keep those books they cannot or will not purchase from public access. The only difference is that the librarians are assumed to have good motives, to provide as many materials as possible to the lbrary’s patrons, and the public citizens are assumed to have bad motives, to keep materials out of the hands of others. Could we possibly judge each case of citizens questioning or challenging the purchase of certain books or materials on its own merits instead of lumping them all together as instances of book banning?

Truly, no one in the U.S. is completely denied access to any piece of information or literature that he or she wants to read, except in cases of parental oversight or obscenity or financial limitations (can’t afford to buy everything I want to read). Citizens of other countries are not so blessed. Perhaps we should focus on those places where there is true government censorship and attempt to shame them into granting the freedom that we already enjoy here in the U.S.

Goodbye Summer; Hello Autumn: A Potpourri

Lots of my fellow bloggers have been saying good-bye to Summer and greeting Autumn with lists and plans and fond farewells. Here in Houston, we may wish for autumn to come, may long for the sweet relief of cooler weather and lower electricity bills, but pretending that the end of August or the beginning of school or the day after Labor Day is really the beginning of autumn is farcical. We can only start pretending on the first official day of fall: September 23rd, the autumnal equinox. Mind you, the weather hasn’t arrived yet, but we can start pretending. Let the longing for autumn begin! After all, Autumn is only a state of mind.

****NOTE: SCROLL DOWN TO THE NEXT POST TO ADD YOUR REVIEW TO TODAY’S SATURDAY REVIEW OF BOOKS*****

Here’s my favorite autumn poem:

Vagabond Song by Bliss Carmon
THERE is something in the autumn that is native to my blood–
Touch of manner, hint of mood;
And my heart is like a rhyme,
With the yellow and the purple and the crimson keeping time.
The scarlet of the maples can shake me like a cry
Of bugles going by.
And my lonely spirit thrills
To see the frosty asters like a smoke upon the hills.
There is something in October sets the gypsy blood astir
We must rise and follow her,
When from every hill of flame
She calls and calls each vagabond by name.

Bloggers Celebrate Autumn

Dawn lists her autumn delights, in many of which I share her joy.

Queen Shenaynay says goodbye to summer and lists her accomplishments for the season past. She says she didn’t do as much as she would have wished, but I’m totally impressed by what she did do. How would you like to come over and clean out my closets, O Queen of the Beehive?

Fa-So-La-La. also of the Beehive, has an equally impressive list and farewell to summer.

MotherReader lists the accomplishments of the summer and wishes everyone a Happy School Year.

Lars Walker says that September 8th was the first day of fall in Minnesota “in terms of the nuance in the air.”

Cindy of Dominion Family is looking forward to fall.

Kim’s Hiraeth: Autumn Harvest Soup

Steve at Flos Carmeli asks all poet-bloggers to join in his linked haiku with an autumn theme in the post, An Invitation to Versify.

Journey Woman associates fall with Robert Frost’s Mending Wall. I agree that Frost is a fall/winter poet. Snow, New England, fall work on the farm, trees–these are the images that I think of when I think of Frost. I like Robert Frost. Is he out of fashion now?

And the Seventh Carnival of Children’s Literature at Wands and Worlds has a fall harvest theme. Sheila Ruth has lots of good, fall, bookish links for lovers of children’s literature to enjoy.

As Ichabod jogged slowly on his way, his eye, ever open to every symptom of culinary abundance, ranged with delight over the treasures of jolly autumn. On all sides he beheld vast store of apples; some hanging in oppressive opulence on the trees; some gathered into baskets and barrels for the market; others heaped up in rich piles for the cider-press. Farther on he beheld great fields of Indian corn, with its golden ears peeping from their leafy coverts, and holding out the promise of cakes and hasty pudding; and the yellow pumpkins lying beneath them, turning up their fair round bellies to the sun, and giving ample prospects of the most luxurious of pies . . . The Legend of Sleepy Hollow by Washington Irving



Question: Why are used copies of Mousekin’s Golden House selling for over $50.00 on Amazon, but the rest of the Mousekin books are available at reasonable prices?

Fall Curriculum Helps
Preschool Activities for Fall

Pumpkin Poems and Songs

Why do leaves change color in the fall? An explanation and two related science experiments.

In Living Color: Fall Leaves, a homeschool fall unit study.

It was, as I have said, a fine autumnal day; the sky was clear and serene, and nature wore that rich and golden livery which we always associate with the idea of abundance. The forests had put on their sober brown and yellow, while some trees of the tenderer kind had been nipped by the frosts into brilliant dyes of orange, purple, and scarlet. The Legend of Sleepy Hollow by Washington Irving

Fall Book Lists:

Seasonal Soundings’ Autumn Reading Challenge, a delightful collection of lists of what various participating bloggers plan to read this autumn.

New York Daily News

Washington Post

Autumn Unit Study from Seven Pillars Booknook
Autumn Booklist from the same source

Top 10 Books About Fall Literature

Librarian Pam Miech writes in the Providence (RI) Journal about fall food books, specifically books about pumpkins and apples. Someday, I’d like to do a whole year of homeschool in which we just do unit studies on different foods: apples, pumpkins, pecans, bread, rice, peanuts, beans, etc. In fact, a series of blog posts outlining unit studies on those foods and presenting resources for such a study would be fun, too. But Ms. Miech has already done apples and pumpkins for me.

field_day_button_2_5
Don’t forget to contribute to Dawn’s (By Sun and Candlelight) Early Autumn Field Day. Any posts or pictures about nature of any kind are welcome, and the deadline is Monday, September 25th.

SEPTEMBER MORN
Written by Neil Diamond and Gilbert Becaud

Stay for just a while
Stay, and let me look at you
It’s been so long, I hardly knew you
Standing in the door
Stay with me a while
I only wanna talk to you
We’ve traveled halfway ’round the world
To find ourselves again

September morn
We danced until the night became a brand new day
Two lovers playing scenes from some romantic play
September morning still can make me feel that way

Look at what you’ve done
Why, you’ve become a grown-up girl
I still can hear you crying
In a corner of your room
And look how far we’ve come
So far from where we used to be
But not so far that we’ve forgotten
How it was before

September morn
Do you remember how we danced that night away
Two lovers playing scenes from some romantic play
September morning still can make me feel that way

1979 Stonebridge Music (ASCAP)

In addition to Robert Frost, I also like Neil Diamond. I have eclectic tastes.