To This Great Stage of Fools: Born March 8th

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.”

To This Great Stage of Fools: Born March 6th

Elizabeth Barrett Browning, poet, b. 1806.

If thou must love me, let it be for nought
Except for love’s sake only. Do not say
I love her for her smile–her look–her way
Of speaking gently,–for a trick of thought
That falls in well with mine, and certes brought
A sense of ease on such a day–
For these things in themselves, Belovèd, may
Be changed, or change for thee,–and love, so wrought,
May be unwrought so. Neither love me for
Thine own dear pity’s wiping my cheek dry,–
A creature might forget to weep, who bore
Thy comfort long, and lose thy love thereby!
But love me for love’s sake, that evermore
Thou may’st love on, through love’s eternity
.


Gabriel Garcia Marquez
, Nobel Prize winning Colombian novelist, author of Cien Anos de Soledad (One Hundred Years of Solitude), b. 1928. I read this book in college in Spanish. I’ve never read it in English. My Spanish was pretty good back then for a non-native speaker, but this novel really threw me. I was “plunged, soul-forward, headlong” when it started raining flowers. I kept looking up words in my Spanish/English dictionary to see if I had missed something, read something wrong, but no, it was really raining flowers. Nobody warned me about “magical realism.”

Thatcher Hurd, author and illustrator of Cranberry Thanksgiving and other Cranberry books, b. 1949. Thatcher Hurd’s father was Clement Hurd, illustator of Margaret Wise Brown’s Goodnight Moon, and his mother was children’s book author Edith Thatcher Hurd. He says he “wanted to be a baseball player, then a rock ‘n’ roll star.”

To This Great Stage of Fools: Born March 3rd

William Godwin, founder of philosophical anarchism, b. 1756. Godwin was greatly influenced by Thomas Paine; however, William Godwin believed and wrote that government was a corrupting force and that it would become increasingly unnecessary and powerless because of the spread of knowledge. He believed also that one should always act for the common good no matter what the personal cost or feelings. His demonstrated this belief in a story that came to be called “the Famous Fire Case.”

. . . we are asked to consider whom I should save from a burning room if I can only save one person and if the choice is between Archbishop Fenelon and a common chambermaid. Fenelon is about to compose his immortal Telemaque and the chambermaid turns out to be my mother. Godwin’s conclusion that we must save the former relies on consequentialist grounds.”

(I’d save my mom and let Archbishop Fenelon go to be with the Lord.)
In a triumph of feeling over perfect rationality, he married Mary Wollstonecraft, the feminist author of The Vindication of the Rights of Women. She died soon after the birth of her daughter, also named Mary. Godwin was a friend and mentor to Byron and to Shelley, but his friendship with Shelley was strained when Shelley eloped with Godwin’s then sixteen (or seventeen) year old daughter (the same Mary). Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley later wrote Frankenstein.

John Austin, philosopher of law and jurisprudence, b. 1790.

Alexander Graham Bell, inventor, b. 1847. On March 10, 1876, Bell spoke to his asistant in the next room, “Mr. Watson, come here. I want you.” And the rest, as they say, is history, including the fact that I am using an electronically transmitted signal to communicate with you over the internet. A miracle, isn’t it?

Patricia Maclachlan, author of Sarah, Plain and Tall and other books for children and young adults, b. 1938. If you’ve never seen the movies with Glenn Close nor read the book, I strongly recommend either or both.

Classical Music

Phil at Brandywine Books asked a very long time ago: “What are seven classical music works you love?” I’ve had this list in my drafts folder for ages, and now that I’m on blogging hiatus is the time to post it. Sorry to take so long to answer, Phil.

1. Pachelbel’s Canon in D Major.

2. Gershwin’s Rhapsody in Blue.

3. Aaron Copland’s Hoedown from the ballet Rodeo.

“I don’t compose. I assemble materials.” Quoted in Aaron Copland: the Life and Work of an Uncommon Man.

4. Ferde Grofe’s Grand Canyon Suite. A lesson plan for teaching about the Grand Canyon Suite.

5. Handel’s Messiah.

6. Bach’s Jesu, Joy of Man’s Desiring.

7. Vivaldi’s Four Seasons.

I know. I’m not exactly a collector of esoteric and obscure musical works. I just like regular stuff.

Since today is Handel’s birthday, however, the list is timely in a different way.

George Frederic Handel, b. 1685, in Halle in the Duchy of Magdeburg.

Books Read February 2008

Wanted! by Caroline B. Cooney.

Eifelheim by Michael Flynn. Recommended by Elliot at Claw of the Conciliator.

Hit the Road by Caroline B. Cooney.

AngelMonster by Veronica Bennett. Recommended at Becky’s Book Reviews.

Winter Haven by Athol Dickson.

The Christie Caper by Carolyn G. Hart.

Children of Jihad by Jared Cohen.

Tamar by Mal Peet.

The Book of a Thousand Days by Shannon Hale.

The Hiding Place by Corrie Ten Boom. (re-read)

Prince Caspian by C. S. Lewis. (family read aloud)

Blood Brothers by S.A. Harazin.

The Optimist’s Daughter by Eudora Welty.

Al Capone Does My Shirts by Gennifer Choldenko.

The Case Against Adolescence by Robert Epstein. Quite thought-provoking. Recommended by MatthewLee Anderson at Mere-O.

Into the Wild by Sarah Beth Durst.

Best old Movies For Families—Burr Recommended by Mental Multivitamin.

You’ll have to wait a while for the reviews since I’m “not blogging” for Lent. However, I couldn’t resist leaving you this teaser/list. See you all after Easter.

To This Great Stage of Fools: A Celebration of Longfellow

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow was born in Portland, Maine, February 27, 1807. He’s rather unfashionable nowadays, but I introduced a high school class of homeschoolers to Longfellow a couple of years ago, and one of the guys in the class, a sixteen year old “cool dude”, fell for Longfellow and on his own memorized the poem, Psalm of Life. Never underestimate the power of poetry.

Links to a few Longfellow classics:

It Is Not Always May:
“Maiden, that read’st this simple rhyme,
Enjoy thy youth, it will not stay ;
Enjoy the fragrance of thy prime,
For O ! it is not always May !”

A Psalm of Life:
“Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.”

Paul Revere’s Ride:
“In the hour of darkness and peril and need,
The people will waken and listen to hear
The hurrying hoof-beats of that steed,
And the midnight message of Paul Revere.”

Evangeline, A Tale of Arcadie:
“Fair was she to behold, that maiden of seventeen summers.
Black were her eyes as the berry that grows on the thorn by the way-side,
Black, yet how softly they gleamed beneath the brown shade of her tresses!”

Travels by the Fireside:
“Let others traverse sea and land,
And toil through various climes,
I turn the world round with my hand
Reading these poets’ rhymes.”

More Longfellow from Journey Woman.

Tricia (The Miss Rumphius Effect) quotes from Longfellow’s The Fire of Drift-wood.

The Headmistress of The Common Room features Snowflakes.

Anyone else celebrating Longfellow today or in past posts? Leave a comment.

To This Great Stage of Fools: Born February 26th

Victor Hugo, b.1802. One of my Top Ten Favorite Authors of All Time. Les Miserables may be the best novel I’ve ever read. I certainly can’t think of a better one right now. I started re-reading it in december, got bogged down, need to get back to it. Right now books that require any great measure of concentration are beyond my abilities, what with everything else going on in my life. Oh, well, to everything there is a season.

Previous posts on Victor Hugo:
Christmas, 1823
February 26, 2005
February 29, 2004: Belated Birthday Wishes
Barbara Curtis (Mommy Life) on Les Miserables: Legalism and Grace

Book Recommendations for Eldest Daughter

I’m posting this rec list on Semicolon because Eldest Daughter seems to listen to me more attentively in print than viva voce. Also, I thought there might be some others out there with similar interests to those of Eldest Daughter who would enjoy the list of books I’ve found for her perusal. I haven’t actually read all of these, but they all sounded like something Eldest Daughter would like.

The Story of French by Nadeau et Barlow. Eldest Daughter spent nine months studying in Paris a couple of years ago, and she’s particularly interested in medieval French literature and the development of the French language. From the authors’ website:

When people think of the “French paradox,” they are usually thinking about how the French can eat rich foods and drink great quantities of wine yet somehow remain slim. But there is another French paradox, this one about the language: In spite of the ascendancy of English, French has held on to its influence. Where did this influence come from, and how has French retained it? These are the questions we set out to answer in The Story of French.”

Lavinia by Ursula Le Guin. Blurb at Amazon:

“In The Aeneid, Vergil’s hero fights to claim the king’s daughter, Lavinia, with whom he is destined to found an empire. Lavinia herself never speaks a word in the poem. Now, Ursula K. Le Guin gives Lavinia a voice in a novel that takes us to the half-wild world of ancient Italy, when Rome was a muddy village near seven hills. Lavinia grows up knowing nothing but peace and freedom, until suitors come. Her mother wants her to marry handsome, ambitious Turnus. But omens and prophecies spoken by the sacred springs say she must marry a foreigner—that she will be the cause of a bitter war—and that her husband will not live long. When a fleet of Trojan ships sails up the Tiber, Lavinia decides to make her own destiny, and she tells us what Vergil did not: the story of her life, and of the love of her life.”

Maybe this one would be of interest, too, although I don’t know as much about it: Jo Graham, Black Ships, Orbit, a retelling of The Aeneid; historical fantasy about a slave girl, an oracle, who guides Aeneas on his quest, due out March 2008.

Leif Enger’s new novel: So Brave, Young, and Handsome, due out May 14, 2008.

A Natural History of Latin by Tore Janson. Recommended by Carol at MagistraMater. “This book is for everyone who wants to know more about Latin, about the language and about its influence on the culture and history of Europe.”

The Baylor Project by Barry Hankins and Donald Schmeltkopf. St. Augustine’s Press, 2007. The book asks the question, “Can a Protestant university be a first class research institution and preserve its soul?” Since Eldest Daughter just graduated from Baylor, I thought she might be interested in the authors’ answers to that question.

Poetry and Fine Art Friday: George Washington

Today is George’s REAL birthday as opposed to that amalgamation of a President’s Day that we celebrated a week or two ago. So I thought you might enjoy a couple of selections of Washingtonian poetry:

From James Russell Lowell:

“Dumb for himself, unless it were to God,
But for his barefoot soldiers eloquent,
Tramping the snow to coral where they trod,
Held by his awe in hollow-eyed content;
Modest, yet firm as Nature’s self; unblamed
Save by the men his nobler shamed;
Not honored then or now because he wooed
The popular voice, but that he still withstood;
Broad-minded, higher-souled; there is but one
Who was all this, and ours, and all men’s,
Washington.”

By John Greenleaf Whittier:

“Thank God! the people’s choice was just,
The one man equal to his trust,
Wise beyond lore, and without weakness, good,
Calm in the strength of fearless rectitude.
His rule of justice, order, peace,
Made possible the world’s release;
Taught prince and serf that power is but a trust,
And rule, alone, that serves the ruled, is just,
That Freedom generous is, but strong
In hate of fraud and selfish wrong.

To accompany the famous picture of Washington Crossing the Delaware by Emmanuel Gottleib Leutze, here’s a set of words to the tune of “Yankee Doodle”, author anonymous, found in my book, The Year’s Entertainments, compiled and selected by Inez McAfee:
Washington Crossing the Delaware, c.1851

Washington’s Christmas Party

Come, all who love a merry tale
With joke both true and hearty,
We’ll tell you how George Washington
Once made a Christmas party.
Across the Delaware quite plain
The British flag was vaunted,
His troops ill-clad, the weather bad
And yet he was undaunted.

“Come boys,” he said, “we’ll go tonight
Across the raging river;
The troops will be at Christmas sports
And will suspect it never,
The Hessians all will keep this night
With games and feasting hearty;
We’ll spoil their fun with sword and gun,
And take their Christmas party.”

And so they row across the stream,
Though storms and foe pursue them,
The fishermen from Marblehead
Knew just how to go through them.
Upon the farther shore they form
And then surround the city,
The Hessians all after their ball
Were sleeping, what a pity.

And when at last at call, to arms!
They tried to make a stand, sir,
They soon took fright and grounded arms
To Washington’s small band, sir.
Across the stream they took that day,
One thousand Hessians hearty,
Their fun was spoiled, their tempers roiled,
By this famous Christmas party.

Finally, here’s a link to my favorite Washington poem, a poem I posted a few years ago, Leetla Giorgio Washeenton by Thomas Daly.