dual personalities

Month: April, 2013

No time to read?

by chuckofish

“Once upon a time in the dead of winter in the Dakota Territory, Theodore Roosevelt took off in a makeshift boat down the Little Missouri River in pursuit of a couple of thieves who had stolen his prized rowboat. After several days on the river, he caught up and got the draw on them with his trusty Winchester, at which point they surrendered. Then Roosevelt set off in a borrowed wagon to haul the thieves cross-country to justice. They headed across the snow-covered wastes of the Badlands to the railhead at Dickinson, and Roosevelt walked the whole way, the entire 40 miles. It was an astonishing feat, what might be called a defining moment in Roosevelt’s eventful life. But what makes it especially memorable is that during that time, he managed to read all of Anna Karenina. I often think of that when I hear people say they haven’t time to read.”

― David McCullough

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They sure don’t make ’em like him anymore.

“You know, Hobbes, some days even my lucky rocketship underpants don’t help.”

by chuckofish

I had a bad day on Friday and it carried into my weekend. I’m afraid I am not spiritually advanced enough to power through those bad days. I disappoint myself, but it’s the truth.

It takes some work you know. I won’t go into all the details, but I finally had a breakthrough when I watched Awakenings (1990) on Saturday night.

No, that is not Robert De Niro in the car with my brother! That's Robin WIlliams.

No, that is not my brother in the car with Robert De Niro! That’s Robin Williams.

Leonard Lowe, De Niro’s character, who has been “awakened” from a 30-year catatonic state, tells us:

Read the newspaper. What does it say? All bad. It’s all bad. People have forgotten what life is all about. They’ve forgotten what it is to be alive. They need to be reminded. They need to be reminded of what they have and what they can lose. What I feel is the joy of life, the gift of life, the freedom of life, the wonderment of life!

It is important to be reminded of this frequently. I highly recommend this wonderful movie, although be prepared to cry off-and-on for two hours. This also is a good thing (see here.)

I went to church on Sunday and was under-whelmed by the service and the sermon, but was gladdened by the display of new spring growth evident in the church grounds.

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There was plenty of spring bounty at the grocery store as well.

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Back in my yard, there is plenty of work to be done already.

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But I’m feeling better already. Aren’t you?

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And for you doubters out there who don’t believe that Robin Williams is my brother’s doppelganger…here’s proof!

Here he is (on the right obviously) in 1989 with his bro-in-law.

Here he is (on the right obviously) in 1989 with his bro-in-law.

Born a few weeks apart in 1951, the only way to tell them apart is that Robin is a LOT more hairy.

Have a great week!

A continuation

by chuckofish

of yesterday’s post, but from the perspective of the other dual personality…
My sister is so right. What would we do without our books and our things? They give us comfort, transport us beyond the dull/frenzied routine of our daily lives, and remind us of what makes it all worth while — and of the people we love.

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The objects tell stories. Back in the early 70s my brother rescued the 19th century bottle of embalming fluid from an old store attic in Athens Georgia. Somehow, I ended up with it. And somehow it just belongs in with the books. On my first trip to the British Museum back in the 80s I picked up the Lewis chess set bishop for my mother. Of course, the books also speak volumes (pun intended!).

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Note, for example, my dear sister’s books nestled between Joseph Conrad and Shakespeare, who are in turn flanked by Kipling and Du Maurier — all my favorites together! The only organizational principle in this house is that we put things where we like them to be, or sometimes (to paraphrase Shirley Jackson) where they insist on going.

How do you manage your library?

She dwelleth and abideth on the rock

by chuckofish

“Your house, being the place in which you read, can tell us the position books occupy in your life, if they are a defense you set up to keep the outside world at a distance, if they are a dream into which you sink as if into a drug, or bridges you cast toward the outside, toward the world that interests you so much that you want to multiply and extend its dimensions through books.”

― Italo Calvino, If on a Winter’s Night a Traveler

Or all of the above, right?

Furthermore, there are plenty of people who read, but do not have books in their home. Books, after all, gather dust and some people never read a book twice, so why would you want to own it? It is just entertainment. But for some of us, books are old friends whom we visit and re-visit.

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The world can always be divided in two. You know, between people who collect and people who don’t. People who buy books and people who never buy books. People who buy a house and furnish it and never think of it again and those who are continually feathering their nests.

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I spend a lot of time in my nest. Having my things around me (and my mother’s things and her mother’s things and so on) makes me happy. I appreciate them and enjoy them.

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This is not to say, I don’t believe whole-heartedly in “editing” and being organized. But I had a friend once who lived like she might have to move out of her house overnight and she wanted to be ready. That meant no extraneous possessions–like last month’s magazines. The minute her son outgrew something, she got rid of it. If he didn’t play with a toy for some designated time, out it went. (This begs another question–Are children allowed to have their own things and should their mother be getting rid of them?) I could not live that way, but to each his own. You do what you have to do.

It is never a good thing to get too attached to our things. They are, after all, just things–not people.

But I always told my children: in case of a fire, someone grab the sampler!

It went without saying that the priority was getting oneself out the door!

The key, of course, is enjoying what you have. Don’t you agree?

Happy birthday, Oliver Cromwell!

by chuckofish

Well, this week we celebrate the birthdays of many worthy souls, but I have to say, none so worthy as Oliver Cromwell (25 April 1599 – 3 September 1658). I do love old Oliver, great-great-great-nephew, by the way, of another favorite, Thomas Cromwell. As an American and a member of the “rabble,” a lover of liberty, as a believer in public education for all and a Puritan at heart, I certainly sympathize with this Roundhead who rebelled against the absolute power of the monarchy and the divine right of kings.

“I had rather have a plain russet-coated captain that knows what he fights for, and loves what he knows, than that which you call a gentleman and is nothing else.”

–Letter from Cromwell to Sir William Spring. Sept. 1643

Indeed.

“I confess I have an interest in this Mr Cromwell; and indeed, if truth must be said, in him alone. The rest are historical, dead to me; but he is epic, still living. Hail to thee, thou strong one; hail across the longdrawn funeral-aisle and night of time!…”

Thomas Carlyle, Historical Sketches

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You either love him or hate him. But even those who despise him, have to admit he was a good Protector of England.

“To give the devil (Cromwell) his due, he restored justice, as well distributive as comutative, almost to it’s ancient dignity and splendour; the judges without covetousness discharging their duties according to law and equity…..His own court also was regulated according to a severe discipline; here no drunkard, nor whoremonger, nor any guilty of bribery, was to be found, without severe punishment. Trade began again to prosper; and in a word, gentle peace to flourish all over England.”

Physician to the Cromwellian Court, George Bate, Post-Restoration indictment of his master Oliver Cromwell.

There seems to be little middle ground.

“He was a practical mystic, the most formidable and terrible of all combinations, uniting an aspiration derived from the celestial and supernatural with the energy of a mighty man of action; a great captain, but off the field seeming, like a thunderbolt, the agent of greater forces than himself ; no hypocrite, but a defender of the faith; the raiser and maintainer of the Empire of England.”

Lord Rosebery, in W.C. Abbott, The Writings and Speeches of Oliver Cromwell

I can relate to that “practical mystic.”

Anyway, I think this is a perfect occasion to watch Cromwell (1970) starring Richard Harris as Cromwell and Alec Guinness as Charles I. This is actually a really good movie, and I think Harris, although an Irishman and raised to be a hater, gets Cromwell just right. It is, indeed, one of his best film roles. Alec Guinness looks eerily like the King and manages to make him real and sympathetic.

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Here’s a clip to whet your appetite:

She’s a pilgrim living in the modern time

by chuckofish

Oh my goodness. I got some good new music for my birthday! Thank you to my dual personality who gave me This Empty Northern Hemisphere by Gregory Alan Isakov.

Gregory Alan Isakov is a singer-songwriter. Born in Johannesburg, South Africa, he emigrated to the United States as a child, and was raised in Philadelphia. I sure do like him!

Meanwhile Calhoun County has been declared a disaster area. (Flooding on the line.)

And this guy is under water again:

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Here is the statue of Lewis and Clark and their big ol’ dog when the river is not flooding:

"Captain's Return," by Harry Weber

“Captain’s Return,” by Harry Weber

Ah, but where was I? Good music for my birthday. But don’t worry–I will tie it all together:

“The world is so empty if one thinks only of mountains, rivers and cities; but to know someone who thinks and feels with us, and who, though distant, is close to us in spirit, this makes the earth for us an inhabited garden.”

― Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Happy birthday, Shirley Temple!

by chuckofish

Shirley Temple, as you know, is an American film and television actress, singer, dancer, and former U.S. ambassador to Ghana and Czechoslovakia. She began her film career in 1932 at the age of three, and in 1934, found international fame in Bright Eyes. She was the top box-office draw four years in a row (1935–38) and is No. 18 on the American Film Institute’s list of the greatest female American screen legends of all time, making her the highest-ranked living person on the list.

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I have been a big fan of the amazing Shirley since I was a child and watched her movies on “Shirley Temple Theater,” which was on TV on Saturday or Sunday afternoons. Our mother, two years older than Shirley, had grown up with her movies and loved her too. We always liked what our mother liked, so it was a no-brainer that we would be Shirley fans.

When my own children were little, we bought a lot of Shirley Temple VHS tapes, which, I think, my kids enjoyed a lot and watched over and over. Her films may have been in black and white and seemed somewhat dated, but Shirley herself never did. She was always the genuine article.

It is amazing how she could hold her own with the likes of Gary Cooper

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and Bill Robinson

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and Victor McLaglen.

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But she was one of a kind. Gloria Stuart, who worked with her in Poor Little Rich Girl (1936) and Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm (1938), said, “She was a miracle to work with. If you forgot a line, she gave it to you. She was polite, she was sweet, she was professional, she always knew her lines. She was a darling.”

Here she is in one of her last films, John Ford’s Fort Apache (1948) with John Wayne and Henry Fonda.

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You have to hand it to her–she knew when to throw in the towel. She retired from movies at age 22. Since then she has lived a long, eventful life, contributing meaningfully to her country and the world.

Watch this clip from The Little Colonel (1935) with the wonderful Bill “Bojangles” Robinson. When he says, “Say, you catch on quick,” it is the understatement of the world!

We wish her well on this, her 85th birthday! What is your favorite Shirley Temple movie?

Time like an ever rolling stream

by chuckofish

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I had a lovely birthday weekend filled with good meals, yummy treats, red wine, new books, DVDs and CDs, friends and family.

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By the end of the weekend I was exhausted and really need another day to recover…but, alas, it’s off to the salt mines for me this morning.

I will leave you with this picture of the boy and his bride, chaperoning the high school prom! Although they have known each other since they were three years old, they never went to a prom together…until Saturday. Aren’t they cute? The boy is a regular 007!

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How was your weekend? Happy Monday!

It’s your birthday!

by chuckofish

Today my older sister and dual personality turns 50-something (it would be rude to be exact). Let’s celebrate with a blast from our past!

My dual personality has always been my role model. She’s witty and steadfast like Nora Charles,

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though perhaps not quite as serene or free with martinis.

She’s as chic and ladylike as Audrey Hepburn

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and as down-to-earth and wise as Dolly Parton.

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She’s also as cool as Teddy Roosevelt riding a moose

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and she’s the best sister ever!

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Have a wonderful birthday, dear sister. Here’s hoping we see each other soon!

You don’t say!

by chuckofish

Here’s something very interesting I found on the wonderful Design Mom blog. This article in The New York Times tells us that new research shows that “the single most important thing you can do for your family may be the simplest of all: develop a strong family narrative.”

Well, duh.

Kids who know a lot about their families “tend to do better when they face challenges.”

This does not surprise me, but it’s nice, I suppose, to have it officially validated.

The Camerons were a devout family who kept the sabbath.

The Camerons were a devout family who kept the sabbath.

The more children know about their family’s history, the stronger their sense of self-control, the higher their self-esteem. The researchers were “blown away” by this. Not I.

We agree with this ancestor who famously said, "God grants liberty only to those who love it, and are always ready to guard and defend it."

We agree with this ancestor who famously said, “God grants liberty only to those who love it, and are always ready to guard and defend it.”

The “oscillating family narrative” is the healthiest, the article goes on to say. You know, we’ve had our set-backs, but this family has always stuck together through thick and thin…That kind of thing.

Pretty Ida Mae Hough died when she was nineteen.

Pretty Ida Mae Hough died when she was nineteen.

The key is really just talking to your kids. It’s hard to imagine that people don’t actually do that, but I guess they don’t.

The article goes on to advise that families work on ways to convey a sense of history: holidays, vacations, big family get-togethers. This got me thinking about our own little family traditions, such as “Compton Family Fun Night,” which consisted of every Friday going to Steak ‘N Shake for dinner and then on to Sam’s Club to buy groceries in bulk. We got the idea for the name from “Tanner Family Fun Night” on Full House, of course.

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The Tanners would always do something super-fun like going roller skating or to an arcade. But it just goes to show you that all that is unnecessary–a trip to the big box store, if labeled “Fun Night”–can be just that. Good times, man!

Well-adjusted kids with plenty of self-esteem...

Well-adjusted kids with plenty of self-esteem…

You can see how this works in an elementary school child’s psyche. It gives a positive and fun spin to routine activities that thereby become special to your family. All is okay in the world.

Another “tradition” in our family is that when pulling into our street and/or driveway I would always say “Home again, home again, jiggety jig!” I did this because my mother always did. I think she did because her mother did. (I still think it every time I get home. Yes, I am that crazy old lady.) I have no doubt that at least one of my children will unconsciously do it as well.

In our family we have always loved our ancestors. Anyone who reads this blog knows that! It’s not that our ancestors are better than anyone else’s. It’s that they are ours. In all their eccentricities, they belong to us.

An elderly John Simpson Hough wearing Kit Carson's hunting coat which he willed to John back in the good ol' days.

An elderly John Simpson Hough wearing Kit Carson’s hunting coat which he willed to John back in the good ol’ days.

We do know where we come from. And, see, that’s a good thing!