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Things That Scare Me

I just linked to Michelle’s blog called Scribbit, and she’s having a writing contest for October. The idea is to write a post on the topic “Things That Scare Me.”

Time for true confessions. There are only three things that I can think of that really scare me: freeways, cockroaches, and dentists. All my other fears can be classified under one of those three general headings. I live in Houston so that I can pretend to confront my fears while practicing the same avoidant behavior I would anywhere else.

I’m afraid of freeways because I don’t merge well. I never have. I look back, and look in front of me, glance at the speedometer, and then freeze. “Get me safely off this ramp,” I pray, “and I promise I’ll never get on one again.” I haven’t been on a freeway since 2004, Hurricane Rita, when I had to drive during the evacuation. Since the traffic was only moving at about ten mph, I had my fear under control. I wasn’t really afraid of the hurricane. I do OK with weather. It’s merging onto freeways that terrifies me. Houston has lots of freeways. I don’t drive on them. I believe that’s a wise decision, and I’m sure that if you’re reading this piece and live in Houston, you will agree that we’re both safer with me off the on ramp.

Houston also has lots of roaches. Large flying roaches. I tell my husband, who to tell the truth isn’t too fond of the nasty little creatures either, that I’m not afraid of them, just respectful. Cockroaches and I maintain a healthy distance. Engineer Husband can kill them, pick them up, dispose of them. I woke up once in the middle of the night with something wet in my hand. You guessed it: I didn’t sleep soundly for a week. This fear of cockroaches is symbolic of the irrational fears that we all have. I know that a dead roach, or even a live one, won’t really hurt me, but it doesn’t matter. I can’t stand the little buggers.

Dentists. I’m not really afraid of dentists. A dentist at a party or a dentist visiting our church is not a fearsome thing. I’m really afraid of pain. A dentist once gave me what she called a “palatal,” a shot in the palate in the roof of my mouth. I have birthed eight babies, some without epidurals, and I have never experienced such pain. My teeth can rot out of my mouth before I will ever let a dentist give me a palatal again. This fear is emblematic of the fear of the unexpected, especially the unexpected suffering for which I’ve had no time to prepare myself. With babies, you have nine months to get ready, arrange for anesthesia if necessary, but you never know when you might get a shot in the . . . palate.

So there’s the fear that is the better part of valor. Don’t drive onto the ramp if you know you can’t merge. There is the fear that’s obviously irrational, but fairly harmless. Why pick up the roach if you have a husband who’s willing to demonstrate his manhood by doing it for you? And there’s the very real fear that something really bad will hit me in a soft spot, and I won’t be ready, won’t have the courage or the endurance needed to make it through. That last fear I know I can’t avoid forever or always pass on to someone else. No one can go to the dentist for me. The only way is to keep going and pray that I’ll have the strength if and when I need it. And protect that soft palate as best I can.

Children’s Fiction of 2007: Leepike Ridge by N.D. Wilson

N.D. (Nathan David) Wilson, the author of this adventure story, is the son of pastor Douglas Wilson. I read some of the younger Wilson’s satirical writing in Credenda/Agenda a long time ago, and I realized then that both Mr. Wilsons had a wicked sense of humor. This satirical streak shows itself in Leepike Ridge infrequently, but still appears at times.

I really liked the following exchange, so very representative of the conversations that take place every day between practical, reasonable husbands and totally frustrated wives. In this case, Elizabeth’s son, Tom, is missing, and her male friend, Jeffrey, has been called in to help find Tom:

“So,” Jeffrey said, “where do you want me to look?”
Elizabeth sighed. She was trying very hard not to yell. Jeffrey had come when she’d called, and he’d nodded while she’d described her early morning search along the stream and up the hill behind the house. But he had yet to look anywhere himself.
“You’re a guy, you tell me,” Elizabeth said. “Where would you have gone?”
“I hid in the basement once. But you don’t have a basement, do you?”
“No, Jeffrey, we don’t,” she said. “The house is on a rock. Most people don’t bother digging a basement into solid rock.”
Jeffrey stared out over the small valley floor with its stream and willows. And then he looked at the ridge on the other side and up at the ridge on the other side and up at the ridge behind the house with its small peak.
“Any more ideas?” Jeffrey asked.
“Jeffrey, why don’t you just start looking? I’ve already looked everywhere I could think of.”
“I think its important that we do this rationally.”
Elizabeth shut her eyes and took a long breath. “Jeffrey.”
Jeffrey reised her hands. “No, hear me out. I have an idea. Let’s walk through a number of theoretical options before we make an applied search..”
“Jeffrey,” Elizabeth said, standing up.
“Yes?”
“Let me know when you’ve figured it out. I’m going to follow the stream.” Elizabeth was already walking down the stairs.
“Do you want me to call the police or local radio stations or anything?”
“Wait till I get back.”
“What should I do?” Jeffrey asked.
“The laundry,” Elizabeth said.
Jeffrey watched her tromp through the tall grass toward the stream, and then he got up and went inside. He couldn’t find any laundry.

Wonderful. I had my two oldest daughters read that passage, and they both laughed appreciatively. I had Computer Guru Son read it, and he looked at me and said, “So? What?” Now you know why Leepike Ridge will appeal to moms and teachers. I don’t know how Mr. Wilson managed to Get It, but he obviously does.

This take-off on Tom Sawyer, Robinson Crusoe, and The Odyssey should also appeal to boys especially. It has caves, tunnels, hidden treasure, wild water rafting, and wilderness (sort of) survival. There are bad guys, good guys, dead guys, blood, raw food, and near-dismemberment. What more could a boy want in a book? Girls, too. After all, we girls can Get guy stuff, too.

The pacing is good, and although I had a little trouble believing that the foam insert from a refrigerator box would last through the kind of trip that Mr. Wilson describes in the novel, I was willing to suspend disbelief. After all what do I know about it? I’ve never ridden any kind of raft downstream. Some of the other events and circumstances in the book can only be described as inventive and imaginative. A house chained to the top of an enormous rock? A sarcophagus in a cave? In Idaho? Trust me, as strange as it sounds, it all works. At least it did for me. I’m going to read this one out loud to my son. I think we’ll have a great time with it.

Leepike Ridge, by the way, has been nominated for the Cybil Award for Middle Grade Fiction.

More reviews of Leepike Ridge:

From Kathy of Homeschool Buzz.

From Miss Erin.

From Shelf Elf.

Children’s Fiction of 2007: The Lemonade War by Jaqueline Davies

This book is about Evan. He is in the fourth grade this year and guess what? His sister, Jessie is too! You see, she always had been smarter than him. And she skipped a grade, because of that! He screamed and yelled, and I quote, “I hate you!”! He had always wanted an I-pod, but never had the money to get one. So he, as he and his sister always did when he wasn’t mad at her, made a lemonade stand! But the bad thing is, that so did his sister! Later that day they challenged each other to a…

      LEMONADE WAR!

This is when two or more people make two or more lemonade stands to make money with. Whoever makes a hundred dollars by the end of summer (that was five days from then), wins and takes all the money that the other made, too! If neither of them makes $100.00, then who ever has the most, wins! But remember, it has to be made from lemonade stands! Jessie’s motivation is she wants to get her old big brother back; Evan’s motivation… hmm… he just wants to prove that he is smarter than his sister!

This book is not only a good reading book, but it also gives some good ideas for your own lemonade stand. On the last page, they have “Ten Tips For Turning Lemons Into Loot!”, that is, a bunch of business ideas for making a successful stand! I really liked this book and I hope that you do to! So get it at a library and read it!

Code Orange by Caroline Cooney

After reading The Hot Zone back in August, and incidentally scaring myself silly since I read it IN the hospital emergency room, I’ve developed something of a layman’s interest in infectious disease and epidemic. Code Orange is the story of a rather annoying sixteen year old student at an elite private school in New York City. Mitty, short for Mitchell Blake, is a rich indolent kid who doesn’t care about school but does care about impressing Olivia, the smartest girl in his class. (“Mitty didn’t expect to be loved for his brain, but he didn’t want to be discarded for his total lack of brain either. . . “) He decides to look through some old books his mother bought from a doctor’s library and see if he can come up with a topic for his science report on infectious disease. Unfortunately, he finds something inside one of the books that is more than he bargained for —something that might make him the Typhoid Mary of New York City and a target for bioterrorists who want what he has.

Mitty was such a believable character. He’s an irresponsible, somewhat charming, sixteen year old as the story begins, and as a mom, I wnted to slap him and tell him to wake up, grow up. (OK, I’ve never slapped anyone in my life, but I wanted to figuratively slap him.) But the point of the story is that Mitty is sixteen, not grown up, forced to confront a problem that is so much bigger and more serious than he is at all prepared to encounter or resolve. And Mitty does it. He bumbles around on the internet, figures out possible alternatives, refuses to panic (partly because he doesn’t realize how much there is to panic about), and eventually becomes a hero, a very unlikely hero, but a hero nevertheless.

I thought this YA title, published in 2005, was fascinating and a little scary in its own right. It’s sobering to think how easily terrorists with the right knowledge and the wrong bacteria or viruses could attack the U.S. or other countries with something that would be very difficult to fight: a disease. Other than the fact that it’s not so dramatic as a bomb or a gun, I don’t know why bioterrorism on a large scale hasn’t been tried successfully already. I suppose it would be harder than one might think to “plant” a deadly virus without infecting oneself and with a likelihood of infecting large numbers of other people.

Anyway, if you have an interest in disease, viruses, smallpox, terrorism, or adventure, Code Orange is a great story. I’ve never read any books by Ms. Cooney although she’s quite a prolific author having published more than 70 books for young adults. I have another of her books in my reading basket, Enter Three Witches, published this year. It’s about Macbeth, and I’m looking forward to reading it.

Caroline Cooney: Teacher Resources

Epidemic, Pandemic, and Plague in Children’s Books: An Annotated Bibliography by Semicolon.

1904: Music

George M. Cohan published Give My Regards to Broadway and Yankee Doodle Boy both in 1904. My students had never even heard of Cohan, and one of them had never even heard of any of his songs. Not the two above. Not You’re a Grand Old Flag. Not Over There. Someone has neglected these urchins’ musical education.

Go here for an NPR profile of Cohan and his music.

My family watched the movie Yankee Doodle Dandy with James Cagney as George M. Cohan. Cagney won an Oscar for Best Actor for his portrayal of the song and dance man, and I thought it was delightful film.

Gleaned from the Saturday Review

Reluctant Fundamentalist–Hamid. Recommended by Laura. Laura says this book is both suspenseful and thought-provoking as a nervous American interviews a Pakistani man in a cafe. The two discuss Muslim perceptions of Amerians and American life.

Chris at Book-a-rama read The House on the Strand, a Daphne du Maurier story about time travel into the Middle Ages. I think I could stand some du Maurier right now, seems sort of fall-ish.

This dystopian novel by Gemma Malley reminds me of Children of Men by P.D. James or the Hidden series by Margaret Peterson Haddix. Thanks, Becky, for the review.

What Would Barbra Do?: How Musicals Changed My Life by Emma Broches. Recommended at Moomin Light. Sounds delightful. I love movie musicals. I left a comment at Moomin Light about my favorite musicals. What are yours?

Sophie Scholl and the White Rose is also nonfiction, but rather more on the serious side. I think I would be as inspired by this story of resistance to the Nazi regime as was Krista at Musings of a Lady.

What did you find in the Saturday Review that piqued your interest?

Children’s Fiction of 2007: The Thing About Georgie by Lisa Graff

The thing about Georgie Bishop is: he’s a dwarf. Well, that’s one thing about Georgie. The point of the book is that there’s a lot more to Georgie than just his being a dwarf, even though that’s definitely part of who he is. Georgie is also a dog walker, an actor, a song writer, Andy’s best friend, and he’s about to become a big brother.

If I were pairing books, something I have a tendency to do, I would pair this first novel by NYC author Lisa Graff with The Lemonade War by Jacqueline Davies, a book I wrote about a few days ago. Both books feature a fight between best friends and business partners, sibling ribalry, and an emphasis on capitalizing on your own gifts and talents. Add a good plot and interesting characters in both books and just the right tone and vocabulary for upper elementary grade readers, and you have a couple of winning stories.

I liked the little notes at the beginning of chapters in The Thing About Georgie about what Georgie can and can’t do. I liked the surprise at the end of the book when it’s revealed just who is narrating at least part of the story. I liked the fact that Georgie’s parents are involved in the story and in his life, unusual for children’s fiction. (I suppose it’s easier to get rid of the adults and just write about kids) I also liked Georgie, a normal kid, who still knows that he has special challenges and is determined to just get on with it.

One part of the book was a little odd. Georgie’s friend’s grandmother, who speaks only Italian, takes Georgie and another kid out into the country, and they get lost. I was never sure where the grandmother thought she was driving them in the first place, nor why an Italian grandmother who spoke no English would have a driver’s license. Or maybe she didn’t have one. Anyway, that section was strange, but designed to show that Georgie was resourceful and good at solving problems in spite of his physical limitations.

Lisa Graff has written a fine book for all children who are curious and who are thinking about what it means to grow up. The dwarfism thing, if you’re interested in that, is a bonus.

From Lisa Graff’s website:

Q: Are you a dwarf?
A: Nope

Q: Do you know any dwarfs?
A: I do now, but I didn’t when I began writing about Georgie.

Q: Why did you decide to write about a dwarf?
A: I wanted to write about someone who was different from everyone around him, in an obvious, physical way. Dwarfism is a particularly unsusual condition in that many dwarfs are born to parent of average height, which meant that Georgie would be unique not only within his community but within his family as well.

Lisa Graff’s blog.

Other reviews of The Thing About Georgie:

Shelf Elf

MotherReader

Kelly at Big A little a

Children’s Fiction of 2007: Miss Spitfire by Sarah Miller

What is it about Annie Sullivan and Helen Keller that is so fascinating to children, especially, but also to many adults? I remember being intrigued with the idea of a girl who could neither hear nor see, who was completely cut off from communication with even the members of her own family. I suppose the whole area of communication and perception is compelling since so much of what it means to be human is bound up in the ability to communicate and to make connections with other people. (It’s the same reason that I’m always interested in reading about the lives and experiences of those who are caught in the world of autism.)

Miss Spitfire is the fictionalized story of how Annie Sullivan taught Helen Keller to communicate, to understand words through finger-spelling and then to understand meaning. Annie, whose background with an alcoholic father and a tubercular brother has made her stubborn and resilient if nothing else, needs all her strength and tenacity to teach Helen, a child who has been indulged and babied and taught nothing. When Annie comes to teach her, Helen doesn’t even understand that there is a world of words and ideas to which she has been denied access. The story moves slowly, as Helen’s awakening came slowly, but inexorably toward the climactic scene where Helen finally understands that the motions of her teacher’s fingers in her hand have meaning, that she can ask questions and give answers and relate to others through the magic of words.

The book is based on primary documents, Annie Sullivan’s letters, Helen’s autobiography, a biography of Annie Sulllivan written by a friend three years before her death. Although the author, Sarah Miller, has added thoughts and feelings to the story that are not recorded, the book remains true to the factual events and to the personalities of the two protagonists. Annie Sullivan was a spitfire, and her pupil was a spoiled and wild hellion of a child. The methods that Annie Sullivan used to reach Helen Keller and give her the gift of communication were not exactly violent, but would never be countenanced nowadays. Miss Sullivan’s goal for Helen was first obedience so that she could then begin to learn, and since teacher and student could not communicate through words or even pictures, the only way to make Helen obedient was to physically force her to behave. As I said, Miss Sullivan’s methods wouldn’t go over too well in our love-means-permissiveness culture.

I think kids might be disturbed by how angry and passionate Annie Sullivan became with her pupil, Helen Keller, but they might also learn that anger can sometimes be channeled and controlled and its energy used to bring about change. The book uses a rich vocabulary, and it isn’t written with slow readers in mind. But for those children, girls especially, who become enthralled with the story of Helen Keller and want to read all there is to read about her, Miss Spitfire: Reaching Helen Keller is a fine choice.

Miss Spitfire has been nominated for the Cybil Award for Middle Grade Fiction.

Where Have They Been All Their Lives?

My three youngest children, ages 10, 8, and 6, just discovered a movie that they’ve never heard of or seen: The Sound of Music.

I find it difficult to believe that they’ve never seen The Classic Movie Musical of all time. Are they homeschooled or something?