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Caddy Ever After by Hilary McKay

I’ve decided after four books that I really love the Casson family. They’re totally bonkers, as the British would say, but I enjoy them anyway. Probably it’s the bonkers part that makes them fun. Anyway, I described the family and the first three books here.

Caddy Ever After, the latest installment in the Casson family saga, is only tangentially about Caddy, Cadmium Casson. Caddy is hardly mentioned until page 152, but all the things that happen to various family members in the first part of the book are leading up to the grand finale which does involve Caddy’s wedding. So I guess the book could be about Caddy, sort of. I’d suggest reading the first three books in this series, Saffy’s Angel, Indigo’s Star, and Permanent Rose, before you read Caddy Ever After because it took me that many books to suspend disbelief long enough to believe in the Cassons. Now I’m a believer.

The point of view in this book changes from Rose to Indigo to Saffy to Caddy and back to Rose, but Permanent Rose lives up to her name and supervises everything. She’s a permanent fixture in the Casson family books and as the series has continued, Rose has stepped up to center stage. She’s the one who makes things happen, good and bad, and she reminds me a bit of my fourth child, Organizer Daughter. Except Organizer Daughter would never be as uninhibited as Rose is because she (OD) has two uptight parents instead of just one.

Enough psychoanalysis, enjoy these books for the humor, and don’t try most of the stunts the Cassons get away with at home. Or maybe we should try a few Cassonities before things get too dull around here. (I just noticed that in the paperback edition of this book, Caddy’s half face is on the other side, the spine side, of the cover. How odd!)

Children’s Fiction of 2007: Do Not Pass Go by Kirkpatrick Hill

Deet’s dad is in jail. He’s been taking drugs to stay awake so that he can hold down a second job, and somehow he got caught. It’s a first offense, but nevertheless Dad gets sent to jail for a six month stretch. A first, Deet is humiliated, angry, and confused, but slowly he begins to see that having a parent in jail is not the end of the world.

Good story. Good characters. Deet is the super-organized, hyper-responsible, oldest child, and both of his parents are a little too loosey-goosey and disorganized for the family’s own good. Some of that irresponsibility is what gets Deet’s family into this mess. Deet has a great teacher at school in whom he can confide via a assigned “quotations journal.” (Deet writes his reflections on various quotations from his quotation book.) Deet also meets other people who visit their loved ones in jail, and he becomes friends with some of them. These are the good parts of the story.

However, all the way through the book, I felt as if I were trapped in a sociology lecture about prison reform. The author inserts comments on how many people the United States jails and how high the illiteracy rate is among prison inmates. I liked the story parts, but when the author “went to preachin'” I had the impulse to skim. And sometimes I did.

To This Great Stage of Fools: Born September 20th

Upton Sinclair, b. 1878, socialist author of The Jungle, a novel about the meat-packing industry that resulted in passage of The Pure Food and Drug Act (1906) and The Meat Inspection Act (1906)).

Upton Sinclair, letter of resignation from the Socialist Party (September, 1917)

I have lived in Germany and know its language and literature, and the spirit and ideals of its rulers. Having given many years to a study of American capitalism. I am not blind to the defects of my own country; but, in spite of these defects, I assert that the difference between the ruling class of Germany and that of America is the difference between the seventeenth century and the twentieth.

No question can be settled by force, my pacifist friends all say. And this in a country in which a civil war was fought and the question of slavery and secession settled! I can speak with especial certainty of this question, because all my ancestors were Southerners and fought on the rebel side; I myself am living testimony to the fact that force can and does settle questions – when it is used with intelligence.

In the same way I say if Germany be allowed to win this war – then we in America shall have to drop every other activity and devote the next twenty or thirty years to preparing for a last-ditch defence of the democratic principle.

I wonder what Sinclair would say about the war in Iraq were he alive today? Also, just out of curiousity, did anyone else become a vegetarian for a week or two after reading The Jungle in high school? I would strongly suggest that you NOT read Sinclair’s muckraking classic if you are squeamish or if you wish to remain comfortable in your meat-eating habits. Then again, if you want cheap motivation for a healthier diet . . .

Miska Petersham was born Petrezselyem Mikaly in Torokszentmiklos, Hungary, on September 20, 1888. He moved to London in 1911, to the United States in 1912. He married Maud Fuller, and the husband and wife team wrote and illustrated books for children. They are most famous for writing and illustrating The Rooster Crows, a book of American songs, rhymes, and games in the tradition of Mother Goose, which won the 1946 Caldecott Medal. Maud was the daughter of a Baptist minister, and she and her Hungarian husband also wrote and illustrated many retellings of Bible stories. However, my favorite of their books is the one pictured above, The Box With Red Wheels.

The Legendary Apple

The Greek hero Heracles, as a part of his Twelve Labours, was required to travel to the Garden of the Hesperides and pick the golden apples off the tree growing at its center.

The Greek goddess of discord, Eris, became disgruntled after she was excluded from the wedding of Peleus and Thetis. In retaliation, she tossed a golden apple inscribed Kallisti (‘For the most beautiful one’), into the wedding party. Three goddesses claimed the apple: Hera, Athena, and Aphrodite. Paris of Troy was appointed to select the recipient. After being bribed by both Hera and Athena, Aphrodite tempted him with the most beautiful woman in the world, Helen of Sparta. He awarded the apple to Aphrodite, thus indirectly causing the Trojan War.

Atalanta, also of Greek mythology, raced all her suitors in an attempt to avoid marriage. She outran all but Hippomenes, who defeated her by cunning, not speed. Hippomenes knew that he could not win in a fair race, so he used three golden apples (gifts of Venus, the Goddess of love) to distract Atalanta. It took all three apples and all of his speed, but Hippomenes was finally successful, winning the race and Atalanta’s hand.

The Irish say that if an apple is peeled into one continuous ribbon and thrown behind a woman’s shoulder, it will land in the shape of the future husband’s initials.

Snow White is killed, or put into a deep sleep, by choking on a poisoned apple given to her by her stepmother. She is awakened by the kiss of the prince.

In Arthurian legend, the mythical isle of Avalon’s name is believed to mean ‘isle of apples’.

The Swiss hero William Tell is supposed to have shot an apple off his son’s head.

Any more apples in myth or legend?

Constitution Titles for Constitution Day

This year Constitution Day is Monday, September 17. Educational institutions receiving funding through the Department of Education are required to participate by holding educational programs pertaining to the U.S. Constitution. I think this particular instance of unwarranted interference by the federal government in educational affairs is probably unconstitutional, but well-meaning and perhaps helpful. At any rate, if you want to introduce students to the U.S. Constitution and its meaning, here are some titles to help you to do so:

Miracle at Philadelphia by Catherine Drinker Bowen. Subtitled “The Story of the Constitutional Convention May to September 1787,” this book is the one that gave me the story of the US constitution. It’s suitable for older readers, at least middle school age, but it’s historical writing at its best. I loved reading about Luther Martin of Maryland, whom Henry Adams described as “the notorious reprobate genius.” Elbridge Gerry of Massachusetts who was”always satisfied to shoot an arrow without caring about the wound he caused.” (Both Gerry and Martin refused to sign the final version of the Constitution.) Of course, there were Madison, known as the Father of the Constitution, George Washington, who presided over the convention in which all present knew that they were creating a presidency for him to fill, and Ben Franklin, the old man and elder statesman who had to be carried to the convention in a sedan chair. Ms. Bowen’s book brings all these characters and more to life and gives the details of the deliberations of the constitutional convention in readable and interesting format.

A More Perfect Union: The Story of Our Constitution by Betsy Maestro; illustrated by Guilio Maestro.

If You Were There When They Signed the Constitutionby Elizabeth Levy; illustrated by Joan Holub.

Shh! We’re Writing the Constitution by Jean Fritz; illustrated by Tomie dePaola.

We the Kids: The Preamble to the Constitution of the United States Illustrated by David Catrow.

We the People: The Story of Our Constitution by Peter Spier.

Great Little Madison by Jean Fritz.

Cobblestone: Celebrating Our Constitution. Cobblestone Publishing, September 1987. (magazine for kids)

Cobblestone: The Constitution of the United States. Cobblestone Publishing, September 1982. (magazine for kids)

Constitution Day resources for libraries from the Colorado Department of Education.

Celebrate the Constitution game.

Announcement of federal legislation concerning Constitution Day from The Federal Register.

Anne Bradstreet Day: September 16

Anne Bradstreet, a 17th century Puritan, is widely considered to be the first American poet. Her exact birth date is not known; September 16th marks the day of her death in 1672.

I posted this part of a poem by Anne Bradstreet last September, but no one has volunteered to set it to music yet.

As for this poem, I imagine many authors may feel this way when sending forth a book into the world:

The Author To Her Book by Anne Bradstreet

Thou ill-formed offspring of my feeble brain,
Who after birth did’st by my side remain,
Till snatcht from thence by friends, less wise than true,
Who thee abroad exposed to public view,
Made thee in rags, halting to th’ press to trudge,
Where errors were not lessened (all may judge).
At thy return my blushing was not small,
My rambling brat (in print) should mother call.
I cast thee by as one unfit for light,
The visage was so irksome in my sight,
Yet being mine own, at length affection would
Thy blemishes amend, if so I could.
I washed thy face, but more defects I saw,
And rubbing off a spot, still made a flaw.
I stretcht thy joints to make thee even feet,
Yet still thou run’st more hobbling than is meet.
In better dress to trim thee was my mind,
But nought save home-spun cloth, i’ th’ house I find.
In this array, ‘mongst vulgars may’st thou roam.
In critic’s hands, beware thou dost not come,
And take thy way where yet thou art not known.
If for thy father askt, say, thou hadst none;
And for thy mother, she alas is poor,
Which caused her thus to send thee out of door.

Poetry Friday: Indwelling by T.E. Brown

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Although Madeleine L’Engle was a fine poet, her works are most likely still protected by copyright. So instead of one of her poems, I give you a poem by Thomas Brown that formed a significant anchoring thematic element in the book A Ring of Endless Light.

Concholigia Iconica, 1843-1878

If thou could’st empty all thyself of self
Like unto a shell dishabited
Then might He find thee on the ocean shelf
And say, ‘This is not dead,’
And fill thee with Himself instead.

But thou art all replete with very thou
And has such shrewd activity
That when He comes He says, ‘This is enou
Unto itself–’twere better let it be.
It is so small and full, there is no room for me.”
–Thomas Brown

The poem was written, by the way, by Thomas Edward Brown, b. 1830, not by the Sir Thomas Browne, b. 1605, who wrote Religio Medici and Urn Burial.

To This Great Stage of Fools: Born September13th

Carol Kendall, b. 1937. I loved The Gammage Cup by Carol Kendall (b. September 13, 1917) when I was a child, and I still remember images and ideas from it. For instance, I’ve always had a desire to paint my front door red or orange or yellow. And I sort of like being different–sometimes just for the sake of difference. The Gammage Cup was published in 1959. The story of five non-conformist Minnipins who become unlikely heroes probably hit a nerve in the non-conformist sixties, but it’s still a great story. The Periods, stodgy old conservatives with names such as Etc. and Geo., are wonderful parodies of those who are still caught up in the forms and have forgotten the meanings. And Muggles, Mingy, Gummy, Walter the Earl, and Curley Green, the Minnipins who don’t quite fit in and who paint their doors colors other than green, are wonderful examples of those pesky artistic/scientific types who live just outside the rules of polite society. One of them, Muggles I think, isn’t consciously a nonconformist nor an artist; she just gets caught up in the adventures of the others and finds out that she, too, has her own desires and dreams and talents.

Today is also the birthday of Else Holmelund Minarik, b. 1920, author of the Little Bear stories for beginning readers. What is your favorite Little Bear story? I really like A Kiss for Little Bear in which Little Bear’s grandmother gets some friends to deliver a kiss to Little Bear. The kiss unfortunately gets “all mixed-up” when a pair of lovestruck skunks keeps exchanging the kiss instead of delivering it, but everything turns out all right in the end. I also like the quote from Little Bear’s grandfather when Little Bear suggests that Grandfather might be tired and need a rest. “Me–tired? How can you make me tired? I’m never tired,” says Grandfather, just before he falls asleep in his lawn chair. Then, there’s the story of how Little Bear visits the moon and comes back in time for supper. Oh, yes, and I love Little Bear’s Friend about Little Bear’s friendship with Emily. Little Bear is about as fun and as profound as Frog and Toad. Who ever said that children’s books were boring or unchallenging? They have to be better than adult books so that we can enjoy reading them over and over again until they’re memorized.

Also born on this date in 1916 was Roald Dahl, author of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory and James and the Giant Peach. To tell the truth, Dahl is too gross-out icky for my tastes, but lots of kids and adults love his books.

Finally, Mildred Taylor, b. 1943, is the author of Roll of Thunder, Hear My Cry which won the Newbery Award in 1977. It’s the story of Cassie Logan, a black girl growing up in Mississippi in the 1930′ during the Great Depression.

Remembering Madeleine

John Podhoretz: “. . . she had about her an almost supernatural grace, suitable to someone who was a very serious churchgoing Episcopalian and the author of several novels for adults about the difficulties and joys of faith.”

Dan Wilt: “We will miss you, Madeleine. May the doors of heaven open to you more gloriously than any of the pictures you painted with words. You’ve been an artful Healer and Tender Of Souls, a Raiser Of Imaginations and Blender Of Worlds. Thank you for giving us your very best.”

Ann Bartholomew: “When I look back on my childhood reading, it’s her books I see stacked on my shelf within easy reach. I read and read and re-read the stories of Meg and Charles Wallace Murry (and, of course, Calvin O’Keefe) more times than I can recall.”

Magistramater: “When something reminds me of Madeleine, I call it L’English. It’s one of the most delightful words in my personal lexicon.”

Sundial Girl: “I come back to the novels at least once a year to pay homage to the woman who opened my eyes to the magic outside the boundaries of this world, who taught me that science and fantasy can exist in one world. She taught me the meaning of words, of names, of the act of naming.”

LD Wheeler: “I appreciated her as a woman of deep (specifically, Christian) faith who acknowledged deep doubts; who saw something almost sacramental in the little things and tasks of life, like cooking a meal or making music.”

Laurel Snyder, Slate: “Nothing was enough for L’Engle. As an author, she danced with demanding philosophical questions and toyed with quantum physics. She wrote about faith with devotion, dabbled in ethics, psychology, myth, art, politics and nature. And she blended everything into stories that describe the crushing complexity of a child’s life in this century.”

Darla D. at Books and Other Thoughts: “As I child I loved to lose myself in stories about the Austin family because it was the kind of family I longed to have, and those books were a safe but stimulating place to think and learn about life.”

BooksforKidsBlog: “Like C. S. Lewis before her, L’Engle brought a hard-headed Christian mysticism to the task of writing for children. She was not afraid to draw upon religious and mythical symbols to tell her stories . . . ”

Jeffrey Overstreet: “On Thursday night, at the age of 88, Madeleine L’Engle made her journey through a wrinkle in time and space. And I feel that I lost a grandmother and a mentor.”

Thom at The Culture Beat: “Her words of wisdom will continue to impact future generations of artists, and no one articulated the relationship between faith and art better than she.”

Left Coast Mama: “Of all the books I own, my Madeline L’Engle Collection is very tired looking and dog-eared. I have lost count of how many times I have re-read all of them.”

Melissa Hart: “Spirituality informs all of L’Engle’s books, but I suspect that she, like her characters, had a horror of the word “pious.” To the people who frequented her books, religion meant something other than showing up at church once a week. It meant living a life infused with gratitude.”

Leigh: “One of the books that most changed my life is Madeleine L’Engle’s A Wrinkle in Time. (It also, apparently, did so for Sawyer in LOST. Woo!)”

D.W. Congdon: “My favorite works by L’Engle are her books of nonfiction, particularly Penguins and Golden Calves, The Rock That Is Higher: Story as Truth, and Walking on Water: Personal Reflections. These books reward multiple readings. L’Engle’s wisdom and spiritual insight is on full display in these works, as she discusses art, literature, faith, Scripture, worship, and love in ways that are both deeply moving and profoundly theological.”

LivingSmall: “It’s been years since I’ve looked at any of these books, but I remember them vividly as a series that glowed like a beacon, gave me hope that perhaps it was actually possible to live a good life, to raise kids, write, build a marriage, and find some sort of faith that wasn’t blind, but was a faith that required all of one’s intellect.”

Gina at AmoXcalli has more links to media coverage, obituaries, and blogger reaction.

And this discussion of L’Engle’s life and work at Phantom Scribbler isn’t a remembrance; it was posted a year and a half ago. Nevertheless, it’s a good meeting of Madeleine L’Engle fans and readers. I think you’ll enjoy the discussion if you read through the comments.

Speaking of Apples

Anyone can count the seeds in an apple, but only God can count the number of apples in a seed.
Robert H. Schuller

Even if I knew that tomorrow the world would go to pieces, I would still plant my apple tree.
Martin Luther

The sweeter the apple, the blacker the core. Scratch a lover and find a foe!
Dorothy Parker

Let the public mind become corrupt, and all efforts to secure property, liberty, or life by the force of laws written on paper will be as vain as putting up a sign in an apple orchard to exclude canker worms.
Horace Mann

Millions saw the apple fall, but Newton was the one who asked why.
Bernard Baruch

One mustn’t ask apple trees for oranges, France for sun, women for love, life for happiness.
Gustave Flaubert

It is remarkable how closely the history of the apple tree is connected with that of man.
Henry David Thoreau

Picking Apples

Picking Apples by Arthur John Elsley

Good apple pies are a considerable part of our domestic happiness.
Jane Austen

My apple trees will never get across
And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.
He only says, “Good fences make good neighbors.”
Robert Frost

What a healthy out-of-door appetite it takes to relish the apple of life, the apple of the world, then!
Henry David Thoreau

Surely the apple is the noblest of fruits. Let the most beautiful or the swiftest have it. That should be the “going” price of apples.
Henry David Thoreau

Thoreau wrote an entire essay entitled “Wild Apples,” extolling the virtues of wild apples found by the roadside in early nineteenth century New England. But when he speaks of wandering among the wild apple trees, even in his time, he says he speaks “rather from memory than from any recent experience, such ravages have been made!”

No wild apples for me down here in Semi-Tropical Texas! Ah, well, it’s wandering among the grocery store aisles for me.