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Jeanette’s nine year old grandson could teach us all a lesson —do all the good you can do. Via The Anchoress.

After reading this post, I’ve decided that here at Semicolon, we’re Semi-schooling. Go read to find out what that is and why I like the idea –other than the euphonious combination of the two semis.

I have learned whatever state I am in therewith to be content. Relevant Girl in France learns to find her refuge and her home in Jesus.

“I realized a long time ago that I was never going to be the Cookie-Baking Mom or the Sewing Mom or the Better Homes and Gardens Mom or the Ma Ingalls Mom: I figured the best I could do was try to be the Fun Mom.”—Melissa In the Bonny Glen.
So what happens if I’m none of the above? I think I’m the Grouchy, Messy, Reader/Blogger Mom, but my Karate Kid still says I’m the best mom in the world—when he wants a cookie.

A Message from New Orleans

So, for those who are still living away, I want to say this. Come home as soon as you can. We will welcome you back. Drive through your city. It’s your home, make no mistake. You came back, you love this place, you have hurt in absentia, and now you’re going to hurt in person. You will shed some tears, and if I’m any judge, you will be depressed. It’s part of the price one pays for loving.

Joe McKeever, Director of Missions for Southern Baptists in New Orleans, has a blog. I’m finding it to be compelling reading: compelling me to think, to sympathize, sometimes to cry, to pray. He just writes about what’s going on in New Orleans, the rebuilding efforts, the continuing difficulties, the politics, the churches and their pastors, the work, the prayers. If you’re interested at all in reading about what God is doing in New Orleans these days, read Mr. McKeever’s blog.

Everywhere I go away from here, people come up to tell me they pray for us. Some say, “I’ve never met you, but I pray for you every day.” I am so touched and we are so honored, and I tell them so. But today, it finally occurred to me that this is the reason these Wednesday gatherings are so right. Christ is in this place and people are lifting us up.
We sincerely thank you. And we promise you this: when it’s all over, the miracle of the new New Orleans will be yours. I agree with Jeff Box. This is a great time to be ministering in this city. But the main reason is because of the lovely men and women of God who come to assist us. I’m 66 years old and started pastoring in 1962, and I have never had more fun, never shed more tears, never hurt more often or in a deeper way, and never prayed better than right now.

To This Great Stage of Fools: Born May 4th

John Dunton, b. 1659. English bookseller, journalist and writer. He wrote an autobiography called Life and Errors of John Dunton. He was Samuel Wesley’s (father of John and Charles) brother-in-law, married to Susanna Wesley’s sister, Elizabeth.

Horace Mann, b.1796. Educator and author known as the Father of Public Education in the United States. “A house without books is like a room without windows. No man has a right to bring up his children without surrounding them with books, if he has the means to buy them.” I’m not so enamored of Mr. Mann, but he’s got the right idea about books.

William H. Prescott, also b.1796. Historian and author of History of the Conquest of Mexico. He “suffered from failing eyesight after a thrown crust of bread was temporarily lodged in his eye.” This bread-in-the-eye incident occurred while he was a student at Harvard. Moral: Stay away from Harvard, or bread.

Thomas Henry Huxley, b. 1825. He was an early supporter of Darwin and his theories of natural selection and evolution. His grandsons, Julian and Aldous, carried on the twin family traditions of writing and scientific endeavor.

Summer Reading

Melissa Wiley In the Bonny Glen wrote about seasonal reading choices here. She asks the question, “How do the seasons affect your reading choices?”

Then later on in the post she says that Charlotte’s Web may be the best summer book ever. I agree that Charlotte’s Web is meant to be read in the summertime, and it may be the best. However, I thought I’d list a few other summer books; it may not be summer yet where you live, but it’s definitely headed that direction here in Houston. Karate Kid started swim team practice yesterday.

Picture Books
Roxaboxen by Alice McLarren. A group of children in Arizona or New Mexico, somewhere dry and desert-y, make a play town out of old woden crates, rocks, cacti and desert glass. The illustrations are by Barbara Cooney. This book remends me of the story Engineer Husband tells of making “towns” in the dirt in his backyard and then flooding them with the garden hose. Except I don’t think Roxaboxen ever suffered any floods.

Nothing To Do by Russell Hoban. I love this book. Unfortunately, it’s out of print. Walter Possum, a Frances-like character but related only by author, is bored and can find nothing to do. When he complains his father gives him a “magic stone” that will give him ideas if he will only rub it and think really hard and wait for the ideas to come. This one is just as good as the Frances books, and I wish I owned a copy.

The Moon Jumpers by Janice May Udry Illustrated by Maurice Sendak. Four children play together on a summer evening under the light of the moon.

The Summer Night and The Storm Book by Charlotte Zolotow One’s about a summertime walk at night, and the other’s about a summer thunderstorm. Both are beautiful and delightful, perfect for summer’s day or evening. Charlotte Zolotow wrote gentle, easy-to-digest stories about normal everyday occurrences. These make good bedtime stories, too.

Harry by the Sea by Gene Zion. Harry, a white dog with black spots, tries to find a way to cool off at the seashore.

For children and for reading aloud
The Penderwicks: A Summer Tale of Four Sisters, Two Rabbits, and a Very Interesting Boy by Jeanne Birdsall. I wrote about our reading this book aloud here. Suffice it to say, we enjoyed this one very much, and I wouldn’t be surprised if the urchins picked it up and re-read it this summer.

Thimble Summer by Elizabeth Enright. Garnet finds a silver thimble, the summer on her family’s farm becomes a magical one in which fun and interesting things happen to Garnet and her family. This book reminds me of Charlotte’s Web in a way; I guess its because of the fair in which Garnet’s pig wins a prize. Gone-Away Lake by the same author is also a summer time book.

Swallows and Amazons by Arthur Ransome. A group of children sail boats and camp and have adventures, the Swallows versus the Amazons. There’s a whole series of these books, and we haven’t read them all. However, this summer may be a good time to make a start on the list.

Young Adult Books:

The Moon By Night by Madeleine L’Engle. One really ought to read Meet the Austins before reading this one and Ring of Endless Light afterwards. But this one is the summer book. The Austin family goes on a cross-country camping trip, and Vicky, age 15, meets some interesting characters, including Zachary, a poor little rich boy who’s alternately fascinating and alarming.

Summer of My German Soldier by Bette Greene. A 12 year old Jewish girl from Arkansas meets a German prisoner of war and helps him to escape. As her family life deteriorates, her emotional involvement with her German friend grows. Rebecca of Bec’s Book Blog reviews Summer of My German Soldier.

Grown-up Books

Cold Sassy Tree by Olive Ann Burns. Maybe it’s just that Southern books feel like summer books. Summer is a a big part of the setting in lots of Southern fiction. It’s just so hot down here; the heat affects the brain and makes us think and act differently than we do in the winter or than they do Up North. I can’t remember whether it’s summer or spring, but Grandpa Rucker in Cold Sassy Tree goes a little bit crazy and runs off with a woman half his age way too soon after the death of his first wife. My pastor’s wife recommended this book to me a long time ago, and I am indebted to her for the enjoyment and lessons learned.

To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee. Of course, not all this book takes place during the summer, but it’s definitely a summer book. Atticus proves himself as a deadly shot during the dog days of August. The trial takes place in the summer in a hot, unair-conditioned courtroom. The children’s games and encounters with Boo Radley are mostly the result of a long summer with nothing to do but get into mischief. Oh, I wish I could read To Kill a Mockingbird again for the first time.

The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald. Rich careless people while away a long hot summer playing at life without the energy or attention span to really focus on much of anything.

Madeleine L’Engle’s adult books: Certain Women or A Severed Wasp or, my favorite, The Love Letters, the story of a woman who is running away from a difficult marriage. She runs to Portugal, of all places, where she learns about love and responsibility and commitment from a 17th century Portuguese nun who broke her vows for the sake of a handsome French soldier. All of these books have a summer-y atmosphere.

So, what do you read in the summer? Does the season affect your reading choices?

I noticed that many of the books that felt like summer to me were set in the South. Are Southern novels particularly appropriate for summer because it’s almost always hot down here?

Are there movies that are especially suited for summertime viewing? Maybe that’s another post.

To This Great Stage of Fools: Born May 2nd

Quiz Time:

Henry M. Robert, b. 1837. He was a general in the U.S. Army and served with the Army Corps of Engineers. After his retirement and after the devastating Galveston hurricane of 1900, Henry Robert led a group of engineers to design and construct the Galveston seawall upon which Galveston, Texas is still dependent for protection from tropical storms and hurricanes. What book did Mr. Robert write that he is most famous for?

Benjamin Spock, b. 1903. He was the eldest of six children. He attended Yale University and then medical school to become a pediatrician. What is the title of his famous book that sold initially for a mere twenty-five cents?

Ken Gjemre, b. 1921. Who is he, and why is he important to book-lovers in Texas, Illinois, Missouri, Arizona, California, Indiana, Iowa, Kansas, Kentucky, Minnesota, Ohio, Pennsylvania, Washington, and Wisconsin? (My sympathies to the rest of you.)

A book that changed the English-speaking world was published on May 2, 1611. What was the book?

Answers accepted in the comments. Prizes include a cheer and a virtual bouquet of May flowers.

To This Great Stage of Fools: Born (or Celebrated) May 1st

Joseph Addison, b. 1672. “Books are the legacies that a great genius leaves to mankind, which are delivered down from generation to generation as presents to the posterity of those who are yet unborn.”

Elizabeth Marie Pope, b. 1917. Author of the Newbery Honor book The Perilous Guard. I haven’t read this book since I was a kid of a girl, so I’m not sure how well I’d like it now. I might enjoy it very much IF the pagan, fairy elements are truly pagan and in opposition to Christianity instead of melded into some sort of vague benevolent spirituality. This book uses the legend/ballad of Tam Lin as a sort of of jumping-off place, according to reviews at Amazon. Interesting, because I read Tam Lin, a novel by Pamela Dean based on the same ballad, and I’m still not sure what I think about it. Dean’s novelization of Tam Lin is set on a modern day college campus that is “haunted” or maybe invaded by faery folk disguised as professors and students. The students themselves are rather pagan, with very little hint of even the vestiges of Christian thought to inform their decisions. And to add to the theme, I’m now reading I, Coriander by Sally Gardner, a YA book about a girl in the time of Cromwell whose mother came from fairy land and who is caught between that place outside of our world and the world of Cromwell’s London. All these faery/fairy tales with realistic human-size fairies are making me think about fairy tales and paganism and the relationship of pagan tales of evil and malicious beings to the freedom that’s found in Christ. Could today’s neo-paganism easily turn dark and savage (as those tales often are), and does contemporary Christianity have the insight and power to counter that darkness?

May 1 is also Mother Goose Day.
From last May 1st: My favorite nursery rhyme is one that Organizer Daughter altered when she was little:

Mary, Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?
With silver bells and taco shells,
And pretty maids all in a row.

The Mary in the rhyme was either Mary, Queen of Scots or Bloody Mary (Elizabeth I’s half-sister) or Mary Magdalene. And the silver bells and cockle shells are either decorations on a dress or instruments of torture. The pretty maids? Mary’s ladies in waiting or the guillotine. Take your pick. Admit it. Don’t you like our version better than the original? Taco shells are so harmless, and they have no hidden symbolic meaning as far as I know.

For more information on how to celebrate Mother Goose Day, go to the Mother Goose Society website.
For recipes, crafts and coloring pages, try mother goose.com, or go to this Nursery Rhyme page for more educational links.

A Celebration of Heart and Home

The “Celebration of Heart and Home” is a blog carnival to showcase posts on mothering and making the house a *home*, i.e. homemaking! This along with our faith is the heart and soul of a loving home. Let’s share our joy and widsom.

Amyable at Among Women is starting this new blog carnival, and you can enter your post on the subject of making a home. Details here. The plan is to post the carnival in time for Mother’s Day.

Snow by Orhan Pamuk, Running Commentary

*I’m sure this is a first for me; I’ve never read a novel translated from the Turkish before. In fact, I can’t even name a Turkish novel or a Turkish poet or writer. Can you?

* (p. 4) The beginning is a little disconcerting. We have a narrator (I) who calls himself a long-time firiend of Ka, the seeming main character. Who is this narrator? The author? How does he come to write such a story in which he tells us the thoughts of Ka the poet-protagonist?

*(p. 30) Head-scarves: Are they a symbol of subjection and slavery, or of rebellion and Islamic faith and fundamentalism? Eldest Daughter and I discussed the head covering controversy as it was publicized in France last year. The French see wearing head-scarves as a statement about being different, being non-French, whereas to me, as an American, it seems to be an issue of religious liberty. If Muslim girls want to wear head-coverings, why shouldn’t they be allowed to do so? I guess the question is whether or not they really want to wear the head coverings, or whether they’re being forced to do so. In Snow the girls want to wear head coverings, and the government and their parents and the schools are opposed to the practice.

*(p. 87) This book reads like a Russian novel, Dostoyevsky or Tolstoy. It has the deep foreboding atmosphere, the introspection and fascination with philosophy and religion, the seemingly irrelevant details that combine to create a memorable setting. If the conflict in the novel is between East and West, I think the East is the victor, at least in terms of writing style. Turkey itself is caught between East and West, I suppose. But I never thought of Turkey’s being caught between Russia and Western Europe, more between Islam and Byzantium. Islam has won, though.

*(p. 100) I’ve decided to substitute the word “Allah” for the (translated) word “God” as I read. I’m sure that the original text referred to Allah, and I’m also sure that “God” in a Western (Christian) sense is not a good translation. They’re not the same, are they?

*(p. 245) I don’t like any of the people in this book. The main character, Ka, is dishonest and manipulative, and he can’t decide who he is or what he wants. He wants happpiness, and then hewants to be unhappy. The suicide/head scarf girls also come across as manipulative and unsure of their goals or desires. Ipek, the woman Ka is supposedly pursuing, is alternately a seductress or a coy schoolgirl-ish kid, even though she’s already been married once. And everybody is poor and hopeless and aimless. Maybe the author is trying to show how poor and hopeless and aimless life is in the Turkish countryside. If so, it’s not good PR, but I’m convinced.

* (p. 249) The “love” scene—Yuck!!!!!! “According to the notes Ka made about his lovemaking . . .” Either things are really different in Turkey, or I’m a prude.

* (p. 250) I was wondering if someone died at the end of this book, and now it is revealed. Why does Parmuk write in such a cryptic, detective-novel fashion? Is this style supposed to sustain the reader’s interest?

* Symbols: snow, of course, Ka’s coat, the head scarves, hair, writing poetry, the drink that’s supposed to be poisonous only to Turks. The snow makes Ka think of, even believe in Allah. Ka’s coat is his Western protective covering, the opposite of the girls’ head scarves. Hair, a girl’s hair uncovered, is a symbol of wantonness and Westernized rebellion and atheism. “The only thing Turkish families teach their daughters here is how to be hairdressers . . . There are hundreds of Turkish hairdressers in Frankfurt.” Ka’s poetry comes to him in the midst of noise and confusion; he can’t write any poetry in Frankfurt where he’s alone and there is silence. Salvation through poetry? Poetry reveals the meaning of life? What is the meaning of the drink that may or may not be poisonous?

*Ka’s poems come to him like epileptic seizures. He is seized with a poem and must drop everything to commit his poem to paper. Does poetry really get written this way? Are Ka’s poems really any good? Or is he as crazy as Sunay, the actor, and the rest of the residents of Kars? If I believed that common people in Turkey really thought and acted as the characters in this novel do, I would be further estranged from the Islamic world and the adherents to Islam, not not more inclined to understand and believe in the possibility of reconciliation between East and West. Is it Parmuk’s intent to convey this hopelessness concerning understanding between East and West? The characters in this novel are deeply disturbed and caught up in a totally hopeless situation. The author says at one point that Ka’s fate is not determined, that he has opportunities to choose, to escape his fate, but everything in the novel points to the opposite conclusion: the newspaper that is written and printed before the events take place, Ka’s own pessimism and his end which is revealed long before the end of the novel, the Islamic submission to the will of Allah, the emphasis on play-acting as if we’re all unwilling actors in a play written by someone else (a madman?).

I’m going to post these rambling thoughts on the novel, Snow by Orhan Pamuk, even though I haven’t quite finished the novel, because the discussion starts today at Reading Matters. Go there for more discussion of the novel. I may post some more cohesive reflections on Mr. Pamuk’s book after I finish it.

Book-Spotting #10, International Flavor

Susan Wise Bauer’s new book, The History of the Ancient World: From the Earliest Accounts to the Fall of Rome, is available on Amazon for preorder. It’s due out next February (2007).

Stefanie hears voices, a multiplicity of voices telling her to read multiple books. Oh, that I could blame it all on my voices!

Amardeep Singh gives an overview of a discussion in the Indian blogosphere about how to review a book. That’s Indian, as in India. I’m still just amazed that I can sit at my computer in Houston, TX and read the opinion of an Indian reviewer on the latest book or political event or ….. What a wonderful world!

Mr. Dawntreader tells us why men hate Pride and Prejudice. I think he’s got it about three-quarters wrong, but then, he’s a man. You read it and judge for yourself. And if you think he should now be required to READ Pride and Prejudice, leave him a comment.

This series of Russian detective novels sounds interesting. Have any of you read any books by Boris Akunin?

Reasons We Homeschool, #974

From the blog amy loves books, an actual question from a sample ninth grade standardized test:

45Which would be the BEST method for
reading the directions for playing a new
board game?
A skim the directions
B look for a summary or list of key points
C slowly read all of the directions
D read the first few paragraphs only

If you are in any grade or no grade and know the correct answer to that question, you get a prize. But first you have to tell me why your answer gives the “BEST method.” Surely, not all the questions on the test are this stupid. At least at home, if my students must take a standardized test, I can tell them it’s a game and that they just have to learn how to jump through the hoops in order to get from where they are to where they want to be. (SAT college aptitude tests, for example.)

By the way, Amy sounds like a wonderful teacher, and she’s already had the discussion at her blog about public schools vs. homeschooling. SO don’t bug her about it. But really, what are they teaching the children in schools these days?