Henrik Ibsen, Norwegian playwright, b. 1828. I’ve read several Ibsen plays: A Doll’s House, Ghosts, Hedda Gabler, An Enemy of the People. He’s fond of pittting an individual against the stifling rules and expectations of society. The individual rebels but is often killed or forced back into the mold. Ibsen saw the problem clearly: individuals must violate their own moral standards or live lives of suffering and mental anguish in order to comply with the expectations of others. Sometimes the individual’s suffering is caused by his own rebellion against what is right. Sometimes society’s rules and norms are actually wrong. Either way, anyone who breaks the rules is destined to experience difficulties at the least, great hardships perhaps. What Ibsen failed to see was that such suffering can have meaning only if it is placed under the Lordship of Jesus Christ. If I decide to violate the unwritten (or written) code of my culture in order to fulfill my own selfish desires, my consequent suffering has no meaning or purpose. I may be an individual, but then I die. If, however, I obey the call of Christ to follow Him whether or not my society approves of my course, then my dificulties and problems have meaning and serve a greater purpose; my suffering is redeemed by a God who has suffered Himself. Suffering in the service of self is meaningless (in spite of all the existentialists say); suffering in the service of Christ is a reflection of the image of God.

Mitsumasa Anno, picture book author and illustrator, b. 1926. He was a teacher of mathematics for ten years before he began to write and illustrate children’s books. His books show both a love of mathematics and puzzles and a love of travel.
Try Anno’s USA or Anno’s Mysterious Multiplying Jar.

I was once asked at a symposium, “Why do you draw?” I knew what they would have liked for an answer, “I draw for the children of Japan who represent our future, blah, blah, blah”. But what I actually wound up saying was, “I draw because that’s my work. I made it my work because it’s what I like to do”. Michael Ende then said, “The same goes for me. I’m just like Anno-san”, while Tasha Tudor said, “I do my work so that I can buy lots of flower bulbs”.
From a 2004 interview with Mitsumasa Anno.

I like Tasha Tudor’s answer.

Fred Rogers, b. 1928. I still say to my urchins, “Correct as usual, King Friday.” The younger ones don’t even know where the phrase comes from, but I used to watch MisterRogers’ Neighborhood with Eldest Daughter about sixteen years ago. I thought then, and I still think, that it was much better than Sesame Street or most of the other PBS children’s shows. It was slower, of course, more reminiscent of Captain Kangaroo, the TV show I remember watching as a preschooler.

Kate Greenaway, b. 1846. In the US we award the Caldecott Medal to the best illustrator of a children’s picture book each year. In Britain, they give the Greenaway Medal “for distinguished illustration in a book for children.” Many of the illustrators who have won the Greenaway Medal are unfamiliar to me, but I do know something of the work of Lauren Child, Helen Oxenbury, Alan Lee (Rosemary Sutcliff’s Black Ships Before Troy), Janet Ahlberg (Jolly Postman books), Jan Pienkowski, Pat Hutchins, Gail Haley, John Burningham, Pauline Baynes (illustrator of C.S. Lewis’s Narnia books), Brian Wildsmith, and the first medal winner in 1956 Edward Ardizzone (Tim All Alone). Kate Greenaway, the illustrator for whom the medal is named, died in 1901.

Frank Gilbreth, Jr., b. 1911, co-author with his sister Ernestine Gilbreth Carey of the childhood memoir Cheaper By the Dozen and its sequel Belles on Their Toes. The books are nothing like the Steve Martin movie, by the way, except for the fact that the Gilbreth family did have twelve children. All homeschoolers should read these books, especially Cheaper by the Dozen, because they have a lot to teach about education in general and about family life. The Gilbreth family didn’t homeschool; in fact, Frank Gilbreth, Sr., the dad, pushed his children through public schools, encouraging them to skip grades and graduate early. However, in another sense, Mr. and Mrs. Gilbreth were schooling their children constantly, teaching them everything from languages to typing to Morse code to swimming using a number of ingenious methods—some of which worked better than others. Bribery and the Tom-Sawyer-whitewashing-the-fence method were particularly effective.

Brown Bear Daughter warns that Cheaper By the Dozen has some bad language, and if you’re reading it to younger kids you should skip the bad words. She liked it because it was about real people and the family was interesting. She would like to live in a family like the Gilbreths, but she would want her daddy to go to church. She says it would be cool if her mom and dad were famous like the Gilbreths—not just a famous blogger, like her mom, but really famous.

Arthur William Edgar O’Shaughnesy, English poet, b 1844.

Albert Einstein, scientist, b. 1879. In one year (1905), he created the Special Theory of Relativity and the quantum theory of light, explained in one paper Brownian motion and in another how to determine the size of atoms or molecules in space, and extended the theory of relativity to include the famous equation E=mc squared. He did all this while working forty hours a week in a patent office. I don’t have a clue what any of these discoveries really mean, but I’m impressed with Einstein’s “miracle year”.

I know quite certainly that I myself have no special talent; curiosity, obsession and dogged endurance, combined with self-criticism have brought me to my ideas.” Albert Einstein

Marguerite DeAngeli, author of 1950’s Newbery-award winning book,The Door in the Wall, b. 1889. In this favorite quote from The Door in the Wall, Brother Matthew is speaking to Robin, a boy who has been crippled, probably by polio:

Whether thou’lt walk soon I know not. This I know. We must teach thy hands to be skillful in many ways, and we must teach thy mind to go about whether thy legs will carry thee or no. For reading is another door in the wall, dost understand, my son?”

Wanda Gag, author of Millions of Cats and Gone Is Gone, or The Story of a Man Who Wanted To Do Housework, b. 1893. She also wrote The ABC Bunny, in which the aforesaid bunnies crash and dash and meet up with all kinds of other forest creatures all the way to “Z for ZERO, Close the Book.”
While looking around, I found this autobiographical book by and about Wanda Gag, Growing Pains: Diaries and Drawings from the Years 1908-1917. I’d like to read it but haven’t been able to find a copy in any of the nearby libraries.

Ezra Jack Keats, author of Whistle for Willie and Peter’s Chair and many more delightful picture books, b. 1916. Oh, he also wrote A Letter for Amy in which Peter invites his friend Amy to his birthday party but then worries that the other boys will laugh at him for having a girl at his party. I always assumed that Ezra Jack Keats was a black man, I guess because many of the children in his books are African-American, but he was Jewish.

And Happy Birthday to Antonin Scalia Associate Justice of the Supreme Court of the United States. He was born in Trenton, NJ in 1936.

Nino says:

In my view, a right of parents to direct the upbringing of their children is among the “unalienable Rights” in the Declaration of Independence.
Source: Supreme Court case 99-138 argued on Jan 12, 2000.

We believe that Roe was wrongly decided, and that it can and should be overruled consistently with our traditional approach to stare decisis in constitutional cases.
Source: Supreme Court case 92-1 argued on Apr 22, 1992

Kenneth Grahame, author of The Wind in the Willows, b. 1859.

“The Mole had been working very hard all the morning, spring cleaning his little home. First he swept; next he dusted. Then it was up on ladders and steps and chairs, with a brush and a pail of whitewash. Finally he had dust in his
throat and eyes, and splashes of whitewash all over his black fur, and an aching back and weary arms. Spring was moving in the air above him, reaching even into his dark little underground house. Small wonder, then, that he suddenly threw his brush down on the floor, said “Bother!” and “Oh dash it!” and also “Hang spring-cleaning!” and bolted out of the house without even waiting to put on his coat.”

A.A. Milne on 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.”

Willows links:

Inspiraculum: “I’ve just read ‘The Wind in the Willows’ by Kenneth Grahame for about the fourth time.”

Ahab’s Quest: The Wind in the Willows is Charming. “Willows is a sensuous experience because Grahame so deliberately takes the reader through the small, pleasant things that fill our days. Every meal is described in detail, such that one tastes the picnic along with Mole and Rat.”

Britannica Blog: The Wind in the Willows Turns 100. “Grahame wrote The Wind in the Willows as a gift for his young son, who had asked for a tale about moles, rats, and giraffes. Grahame excused himself from having to include the last, perhaps on the grounds that they weren’t found in the English countryside, but he more than made up for it with the addition of Toad and Badger.”