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Dorothy L. Sayers, (b. June 13, 1893) “I always have a quotation for everything – it saves original thinking.”
Dorothy Sayers quotations.
Jill Paton Walsh and Dorothy Sayers
Top Ten Mystery Writers
Biographical Sketch of Dorothy L. Sayers with a list of her published writings.

I like Dorothy Sayers. She was something of a character. She was one of the first women to graduate from Oxford with a degree in Medieval and Modern languages. She had an illegitimate son, Anthony, when she was thirty years old, and although she felt she could not raise him herself, she entrusted him to the care of a cousin and supported him financially and by writing him letters. She later married a war hero, Arthur Fleming, who was in poor health, and she took care of him until his death. She taught herself old Italian and translated Dante’s Divine Comedy She also translated Song of Roland from the French..

“The only Christian work is good work, well done”

“I am occasionally desired by congenital imbeciles and the editors of magazines to say something about the writing of detective fiction “from the woman’s point of view.” To such demands, one can only say, “Go away and don’t be silly. You might as well ask what is the female angle on an equilateral triangle.”

Dorothy Sayers was first of all a Christian, secondly a writer and a scholar, and her identity as a woman came in a distant third–or later.

National Rose Month

 A rose is a rose is a rose is a rose. –Gertrude Stein

'The rose has thorns only for those who would gather it' photo (c) 2009, Parvin - license: http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0/God gave us our memories so that we might have roses in December.–J.M. Barrie

Gather the rose of love whilst yet is time.–Edmund Spenser

I’d rather have roses on my table than diamonds on my neck.–Emma Goldman

Take time to stop and smell the roses, but not if you are being followed by an angry Samurai.–J. Collins

Some people are always complaining because roses have thorns; I am thankful that thorns have roses. –Alphonse Karr

Won’t you come into the garden? I would like my roses to see you. –Richard B. Sheridan

'Red Roses' photo (c) 2012, aussiegall - license: http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0/The rose is a rose,
And was always a rose.
But the theory now goes
That the apple’s a rose.
–Robert Frost

Oh, my luve’s like a red, red rose,
That’s newly sprung in June;
Oh, my luve’s like the melodie
That’s sweetly played in tune.
–Robert Burns

O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem
By that sweet ornament which truth doth give!
The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem
For that sweet odour which doth in it live.
The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye
As the perfumed tincture of the roses,
Hang on such thorns and play as wantonly
When summer’s breath their masked buds discloses:
But, for their virtue only is their show,
They live unwoo’d and unrespected fade,
Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so;
Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made:
And so of you, beauteous and lovely youth,
When that shall fade, my verse distills your truth.
–Shakespeare’s Sonnet LIV (What, may I ask, is a canker-bloom? It must not smell like a rose.):

'Roses & Sage' photo (c) 2012, Tony Alter - license: http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0/Roses in literature:

In Beauty and the Beast, Beauty’s father picks a single rose from the Beast’s garden, an act of ingratitude which marks the beginning of all their subsequent troubles.
Snow White and Rose Red is also by The Brothers Grimm.
In Lewis Carroll’s Alice in Wonderland, the not-so-bright gardeners painted white roses red to please the Queen of Hearts.
The Rose by Christina Rossetti
The Rose in the Deeps of His Heart by William Butler Yeats
Short story: The Rose of Dixie by O Henry
A Rose for Emily is a short story by William Faulkner with a gruesome ending.
The Nightingale and the Rose by Oscar Wilde
The Rose in My Garden by Arnold and Anita Lobel
Robert the Rose Horse by Joan Heilbroner
The Children of Primrose Lane by Noel Streatfield (What exactly is a primrose?)
O the Red Rose Tree by Patricia Beatty
Rose in Bloom by Louisa May Alcott Eight Cousins is my favorite LMA book, and this one is its sequel. Wonderful books., they’re not really about roses, but rather about a girl named Rose and her eight boy cousins.
The Black Arrow: A Tale of the Two Roses by Robert Louis Stevenson, set during the War of the Roses in England.

'Bright Yellow Center Rose' photo (c) 2007, kazandrew - license: http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0/Songs about roses:

Rose of Tralee
The Last Rose of Summer
Red Roses for a Blue Lady The lyrics page cites Vaughan Monroe as the artist who had a hit with this song in 1949, but I’m pretty sure I remember Andy Williams singing it.
Everything’s Comin’ Up Roses Anybody else remember the musical Gypsy about Gypsy Rose Lee?
Ramblin’ Rose I think this is one of my daddy’s favorite Nat King Cole tunes.
Moonlight and Roses
Primrose Lane
My Wild Irish Rose
Only a Rose
Yellow Rose of Texas
San Antonio Rose
Second Hand Rose
Rose of Washington Square From the musical Thoroughly Modern Millie.
Days of Wine and Roses From the very sad movie of the same title with Jack Lemmon and Lee Remick.
I Never Promised You a Rose Garden
Mexicalli Rose A cowboy song recorded by Gene Autrey and by Bing Crosby.

Coloring Pages, Crafts, and Recipes:
Painting the Roses Red
Rosa Eglanteria by Pierre Joseph Redout.

Born May 29th

An unlikely trio of birthdays today: Patrick Henry (b. 1736), G.K. Chesterton (b. 1874), and John Fitzgerald Kennedy (b. 1917).

Brown Bear Daughter memorized the last part of Patrick Henry’s famous speech before the Virginia House of Burgesses this year for school. I wish you could hear her stirring rendition. However, you can go here to hear Richard Schumann give the speech.
Did you know that Patrick Henry’s first wife, Sarah Shelton, was mentally ill and in danger of harming herself and that he made a room for her in his basement since there were no appropriate facilities in the colonies for the confinement of the mentally ill? Sarah died in the same year, 1775, that her husband gave his Liberty or Death speech. However, she and Patrick had six children, and Patrick Henry later married Dorothy Dandridge who was twenty- one years younger than he. The couple had nine children. (Total: 15 children. Talk about a full quiver!) He served four terms as governor of Virginia, and he turned down appointments as Washington’s Secretary of State, Chief Justice of the Supreme Court, and Adams’ envoy to France.

“Gentlemen may cry ‘Peace! Peace!’ but there is no peace. The war is actually begun! The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms. Our brethren are already in the field! Why stand we here idle? What is it that gentlemen wish? What would they have? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take, but, as for me, give me liberty, or give me death!”

Gilbert Keith Chesterton was nothing if not quotable. He wrote detective stories, other short stories, poetry, rather odd novels and 1000’s of essays, apologetics and literary criticism. He was a large man with a large personality. In contrast to Patrick Henry, he and his wife had no children. Chesterton was a Catholic Christian, and he was somewhat prophetic, as you can see from these timely quotations.

“Let all the babies be born. Then let us drown those we do not like.” – Babies and Distributism, GK’s Weekly, 11/12/32

“Religious liberty might be supposed to mean that everybody is free to discuss religion. In practice it means that hardly anybody is allowed to mention it.” – Autobiography, 1937

“The position we have now reached is this: starting from the State, we try to remedy the failures of all the families, all the nurseries, all the schools, all the workshops, all the secondary institutions that once had some authority of their own. Everything is ultimately brought into the Law Courts. We are trying to stop the leak at the other end.” – ILN, 3/24/23

If you are old enough to remember, where were you when you heard about the assassination of JFK? FYI, not only was John F. Kennedy born on the same day of the year as Patrick Henry and G.K. Chesterton, he also died on the very same date, November 22, 1963, as two other famous men, C.S. Lewis and Aldous Huxley. Peter Kreeft’s book, Between Heaven and Hell, imagines a post-mortem philosophical discussion between these three men as to the realtive merits of humanistic modernism (Kennedy), Eastern mysicism (Huxley) and Christianity (Lewis). I highly recommend the book.

Oh, I was in my second grade classroom, and I remember my teacher, Mrs. Bouska, crying. The only problem with that memory is that, as best I can figure out, I was in the first grade in November 1963. I don’t get it either.

Born May 28th

Frederic WIlliam Maitland, b. 1850. English lawyer, historian, lecturer, and jurist. I always go for the personal: one site noted that Maitland was a great friend of Virginia Woolf’s father.

Ian Fleming, b. 1908. Creator of James Bond, the famous fictional spy, but I prefer Chitty Chitty Bang Bang.

Walker Percy, b. 1916. American Southern novelist and essayist. He was Catholic, died in 1990. I read one book by Percy because I kept hearing what a great novelist. I can’t remember the title even when I look at a list of his books. I only remember that someone in the book was sitting in a tree for a very long time (maybe trying to break some kind of record?), and someone else was putting stuff (drugs?) into the water supply. Oh, and the setting was southern Louisiana or Mississippi or somewhere similar. Obviously, I didn’t get much out of it. The people in the novel seemed to me to all be crazy. Maybe I was too young when I read it. Or maybe not.

Rudolph Giuliani, b. 1944. Good mayor for NYC, bad presidential candidate for Republicans.

Born May 20th

Margery Allingham (b. 1904) wrote mystery novels featuring detective Albert Campion and his manservant Lugg. She was another one of those “British lady mystery writers of the 1920’s through the 40’s” like Dame Agatha, Dorothy Sayers, and Josephine Tey. I read one of her books a long time ago, The Fashion in Shrouds, but I remember being very puzzled as to what exactly was happening in the novel. I think I’ll try another and see if I remain confused or become a fan. Official website of the Margery Allingham Society.

Sigrid Undset (b. 1882) wrote Kristin Lavransdotter, a trilogy of novels set in the Middle Ages in Norway about a woman’s life, mariage, and death and her relationship to God and to the church. A good friend recommended this set of novels to me long ago, but I have never gotten around to reading them. They’re on my list. Undset “wove religious themes into most of her works” and believed that “motherhood is the highest duty to which a woman can aspire.” She sounds like my kind of gal. Sigrid Undset won the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1928. She also joined the resistance when Norway was occupied by the Nazis and was eventually forced to flee to the United States where she lived in exile until the war was over.

Born May 18th

Omar Khayyam, b. 1048. Last year’s post on the Persian poet.

Dame Margot Fonteyn, b. 1919, d. 1991. Celebrated British ballerina, her most famous role was Aurora in The Sleeping Beauty. (For Dancer Daughter–and anyone else who might be interested in The Dance.)

Pope John Paul II, b 1920, d. 2005. Karol Wojtyla was born in Wadowice, Poland. He was the first Polish pope. I like this papal quote: “Do not abandon yourselves to despair. We are the Easter people and hallelujah is our song.” And this one should be posted above my door because we all have much work to do in this regard: “To maintain a joyful family requires much from both the parents and the children. Each member of the family has to become, in a special way, the servant of the others.”

Lillian Hoban, b. 1925. Last year’s post on Lillian Hoban.

Born May 17th

Conversation may be compared to a lyre with seven chords — philosophy, art, poetry, politics, love, scandal, and the weather.
Anna Brownwell Jameson (May 17, 1794-1860), Irish/English art critic, author; from Conversations, Visits and Sketches at Home and Abroad; With Tales and Miscellanies, 1834

What strings would you add to the lyre? What do people really converse about? Men talk about sports. Perhaps that should be added, although not for my conversational tastes. Do people discuss poetry very much anymore? Maybe that “chord” should be changed to literature. I do think people talk about books. At least I do. What else? News? Celebrities? What would your seven chords of conversation be? How do you start a conversation with someone you’ve just met? What do you talk about after the introduction is completed?

Gary Paulsen, b. May 17, 1939, is the author of several wilderness survival and other novels for young adults, including Hatchet, Dogsong, and Brian’s Winter. According to his website, these are the things you really need to survive on your own in the wilderness:

The Essentials of Wilderness Survival
Don’t leave home without them!

• Matches (preferably waterproof)
• Food and water (make sure you have plenty for any emergency)
• Extreme weather clothing, such as a hat and mittens
• Waterproof outer layer
• Flashlight and extra batteries
• Compass

Hey, adventurous types, what, if anything would you add to this list? I wouldn’t have a clue since a walk around the block is about as adventurous as I get. I have a friend who calls me a “greenhouse plant.”

Shakespeare + Poetry = Sonnets

Happy Birthday, William Shakspeare or Shakesper or Shakespeare !

Sonnet: poem of 14 lines, usually in iambic pentameter, restricted to a definite rhyme scheme. There are two prominent types: the Italian, or Petrarchan, sonnet, composed of an octave and a sestet (rhyming abbaabba cdecde), and the Elizabethan, or Shakespearean, sonnet, consisting of three quatrains and a couplet (rhyming abab cdcd efef gg). Variations of these schemes occur, notably the Spenserian sonnet, after Edmund Spenser (rhyming abab bcbc cdcd ee).

My favorite Shakespearean sonnet (because I have an odd sense of humor):

My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips’ red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask’d, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.

My favorite set of lines memorized from a Shakespeare play (for membership in the 600 Club):

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle!
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.

Lee Bennett Hopkins and Poetry for Children

Don’t dissect poetry, enjoy it every day! There shouldn’t be a day without poetry – it fits into every area of the curriculum, every area of life. It’s very important. –Lee Bennett Hopkins


Lee Bennett Hopkins, collector of poems, teacher, anthologist, poetry promoter, has written and published over 50 books, mostly books of poetry for children. He’s collected books of Christmas poems, Thanksgiving poems, Halloween poems, and Valentine poems. He’s published short anthologies of baseball poems, animal poems, weather poems, school poems, space poems, and poems about famous Americans. And I missed his birthday on April 13th.

And these are my favorite classic poetry books for children:

I Can’t Said the Ant by Polly Cameron
Hailstones and Halibut Bones by Mary O’Neill
If Wishes Were Horses and Other Rhymes illustrated by Susan Jeffers (out of print)
Lavender’s Blue: A Book of Nursery Rhymes compiled by Kathleen Lines
The Important Book by Margaret Wise Brown
Over in the Meadow illustrated by John Langstaff

I also recommend Mr. Hopkins’ subject anthologies. Find a subject that interests you or your children, and Lee Bennett Hopkins has probably edited a book of poems on that subject.

April 7–William Wordsworth

Poetry is the breath and finer spirit of all knowledge. –William Wordsworth, b. April 7, 1770.

I began calling him WordsWords back in high school because of his interminable poems, and I must admit that I have never enjoyed Wordsworth as much as just about any of the other Romantic poets. Lord Byron was so dashing and disreputable. Coleridge had an interesting (drug-induced?) imagination and was a great storyteller. Shelley and Keats lived large and died young and wrote shorter poems. Wordsworth just always seemed like the least interesting and most pedantic of all the Romantics. And I must also admit to loving Nature more from a distance than up close and personal.
Nevertheless, now that I have discouraged any interest anyone might have had in reading one of Wordsworth’s poems, I did rather like this one that I found in an old English literature textbook — although I probably won’t take the advice of the poet, nature-avoider that I am:

THE TABLES TURNED

Up! up! my Friend, and quit your books;
Or surely you’ll grow double:
Up! up! my Friend, and clear your looks;
Why all this toil and trouble?

The sun above the mountain’s head,
A freshening lustre mellow
Through all the long green fields has spread,
His first sweet evening yellow.

Books! ’tis a dull and endless strife:
Come, hear the woodland linnet,
How sweet his music! on my life,
There’s more of wisdom in it.

And hark! how blithe the throstle sings!
He, too, is no mean preacher:
Come forth into the light of things,
Let Nature be your teacher.

She has a world of ready wealth,
Our minds and hearts to bless–
Spontaneous wisdom breathed by health,
Truth breathed by cheerfulness.

One impulse from a vernal wood
May teach you more of man,
Of moral evil and of good,
Than all the sages can.

Sweet is the lore which Nature brings;
Our meddling intellect
Mis-shapes the beauteous forms of things:–
We murder to dissect.

Enough of Science and of Art;
Close up those barren leaves;
Come forth, and bring with you a heart
That watches and receives.