dual personalities

Month: January, 2015

Meet Maureen

by chuckofish

Our new (2012) Honda Fit

Maureen the Honda Fit

It seemed appropriate to name her after another feisty redhead.

Maureen-OHara-8 What with my dual personality’s recent purchase, and the fact that our brother also bought a new car today (what a coincidence!), can you imagine what it would be like if we got together?

We might be fast and furious,

Fast and Furious

Fast and Furious

out for revenge (and money)

italianjob3or rebels in search of a cause (even at our age).

rebel without a car

In any case, we’ll have appropriately cool rides when we go “out for a rip” (as the Canadians say).

Have a great weekend!

WWDD

by chuckofish

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How is it that I missed this wonderfulness?

And this:

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Do you  have big plans for the weekend? My only scheduled event is an annual church dinner which raises money for the youth mission trip in June. It is billed as “The Elegant Italian Dinner,” but it is anything but that.

Last year's big event

Last year’s big event

They hang twinkly Christmas lights around Albright Hall, turn the lights down very low and serve lasagna. The youth group members wear bow ties and are the waiters. The cool dads serve as the bartenders. (This is an Episcopal Church–there is always a bar.) You get the picture. But it is always fun and the OM even goes.

I’m sure Dolly would too.

Besides this special event, I will be forging on with the basement clean-up. The OM cleaned off his workbench last weekend. Onward and upward.

Friday Movie Pick: Last night TCM featured movies starring Rod Taylor who died earlier this month.

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They showed The Time Machine (1960), The Birds (1963), The Glass-Bottomed Boat (1966) with Doris Day, and a few other movies of his. My favorite Rod Taylor movie is, of course, the original 101 Dalmations (1961).

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Rod Taylor was the voice of Pongo! I loved that movie! My friends and I in kindergarten “played” it during recess for a long time.  Everyone wanted to be Pongo. I would watch it tonight, but I only have a VHS copy!

Oh well. I have a solution. Rod, who was good friends with John Wayne, made one movie with him: The Train Robbers (1973).

Rod is the one in the red kerchief.

Rod is the one in the red kerchief.

It isn’t a particularly great movie, but it works for me! (And, yes, I have it.)

Have a great weekend, y’all!

This and that

by chuckofish

Today we raise a toast to actor Victor Mature, born on this day in 1913 in Louisville, Kentucky.

Not really my type, but not bad

Not really my type, but not bad, right?

Victor is not one of my favorite actors, but funnily enough, he is in two of my favorite movies:

John Ford’s My Darling Clementine (1946)

He played Doc Holliday to Henry Fonda's Wyatt Earp

He played Doc Holliday to Henry Fonda’s Wyatt Earp

and The Robe (1953).

Here he is being bought as a slave by Richard Burton.

Richard Burton buys a slave–Demetrius, the Greek.

In both movies he was given wonderful opportunities to flex his acting muscles in memorable scenes, such as the “Hamlet” scene in Clementine and the “Jungle Animals” scene in The Robe. Indeed, when given the chance (and the right director), we can see that Victor was pretty darn good.

Today is also the birthday of one of our favorite St. Louis Rams, Aeneas Demetrius Williams. He turns 47.

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Aeneas Williams, you will recall, had an illustrious 14-year NFL career with the Arizona Cardinals and St. Louis Rams that included eight Pro Bowls and four All-Pro selections. Last year he was inducted into the Pro Football Hall of Fame. Williams is now a regular on local TV as a color commentator during the football season–but all is secondary to his job as Pastor of The Spirit Church here in town where he has garnered respect as a leader and role model because of his tireless and extensive outreach in the community. He is married and has four children: daughters Saenea (Aeneas spelled backward ), Tirzah, Cheyenne, and a son, Lazarus. Who doesn’t love Aeneas Williams?

Today is also the anniversary of the day in 1907 when Charles Curtis became the first Native American U.S. Senator. A member of the Kaw Nation, Curtis served as a U.S. Representative and Senator from Kansas and then as Vice-President of the U.S. under Herbert Hoover.

curtisThe cool fact that a Native American has served as V.P. of the U.S. was news to me.

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Why do you suppose he is not held up as an icon–because he was a Republican?

Well, high fives all around for Victor, Aeneas and Charles! And have a great day.

 

Way back Wednesday

by chuckofish

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Frequently we refer to daughter #2 as the neglected third child. We joke about it, but it really is a thing.

When I was going through all the boxes of my children’s school work and art projects, there was twice as much of daughter #1’s stuff saved than daughter #2’s. C’est la vie.

I could feel guilty about that, but the truth is, it just means there was less to throw away twenty years down the road.

We have plenty of good stuff for daughter #2 to store in a future attic.

mother_daughtertimeDo you think she was trying to tell me something?

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I think she knows we value her personhood. You go, girl!

 

Bull’s eye

by chuckofish

JOHN UPDIKE

“When I write, I aim in my mind not toward New York but toward a vague spot a little to the east of Kansas.

–John Updike

Today is the anniversary of John Updike’s death in 2009. So tonight I shall raise a glass to this acclaimed writer and fellow Episcopalian. How about you?

I went to see John Updike speak at my flyover university back in the nineties. I didn’t work there then, but I walked over from the church where I did work which was (and is) a few blocks away. Graham Chapel was packed and I was sitting pretty far in the back. He was unpretentious and generous. A good guy–I could tell.

We are all living history…right?

by chuckofish

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This weekend I went through a huge box of my children’s childhood artwork, school work and other stuff. I found items like the above Sunday School ephemera (and the boy was, indeed, special, wasn’t he?) and practically every greeting card that was ever received by my children.

It is heartwarming to read the notes written by my two aunts to my children, attempting to fill the void left when my mother died as best they could from faraway Massachusetts.

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(BTW Kirsten, Felicity and Samantha are American Girl dolls.)

And I love reading the school journal entries written by my children such as this one by daughter #1 in first grade:

If you were here on Friday I wasn’t here because my mom said I could stay home because my Uncle Chris was in town and we went to the transportation museum and it was fun.

Today we have to be on our best behavior because there are going to be people voting. I lost a tooth.

Then there are mounds of camp letters–to and from–classics!

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Am I a fool to save all these? Well, after I get all this organized and catalogued into color-coded (?!) bins, it will be someone else’s problem to go through again some day.

For now, I am amusing myself…as usual.

January…the breakdown month

by chuckofish

I’m not talking mental breakdown — at least not yet. I mean it literally; things break in January.  I came down one morning this week and the first two lights I tried to turn on blew. Then I drove to work and when I got out of the car, it looked like this. The mechanic can’t get to it until Monday.

picture this on a cold 7am with snow all around

picture this on a cold 7am with snow all around

Even my iron has gone kaput. None of this matters in the slightest because it’s customary for January. I’ve come to expect it. Car problems feature this month, but sometimes there’s variety: the pipes at the camp freeze or the dishwasher leaks. Packages I’ve been waiting for don’t arrive…you know, that sort of thing. There is a bright side to all this. I get to buy a new iron and maybe even a new(ish) car. I also take these mechanical breakdowns as a sign to be careful, slow down, and pay attention. After all, I don’t want to be next.

So… when I’m not trying to get the smoke smell out of my clothes or the hard water build up out of my iron, I’m enjoying January’s goodness. This week one of my son’s college friends has been visiting (and the wine has been flowing).

chicken curry and good conversation

chicken curry and good conversation. Bonus points to anyone who can spot the decor mistake (awaiting the arrival of a purchase to fix it)

We also got to see the first episode of (the last season of) Justified, the best show on TV. And although I wasn’t thrilled about (spoiler alert!) what happened to Dewey Crow, it was still awfully nice to see Raylan and his hat again.

Raylen All indications point to a particularly grim season. I just hope the body count of characters that I like isn’t too high.

Don’t let the January blues, bumps and breaks get you down. Count your blessings and enjoy the ride!

 

 

Friday movie pick: “Well, they’ve got a very good bass section, mind, but no top tenors, that’s for sure.”*

by chuckofish

On this day in 1879 the Battle of Rorke’s Drift ended.

The Defense of Rorke'e Drift by Alphonse de Neuville

The Battle of Rorke’e Drift by Alphonse de Neuville

Just over 150 British and colonial troops successfully defended the garrison in Natal, South Africa against an intense assault by 3,000 to 4,000 Zulu warriors. The Battle of Rorke’s Drift lasted 10 hours, from late afternoon till just before dawn the following morning. The massive Zulu attacks on Rorke’s Drift came very close to defeating the tiny garrison. By the end of the fighting, 15 soldiers lay dead, with another two mortally wounded. Surrounding the camp were the bodies of 350 Zulus. Eleven Victoria Crosses were awarded to the defenders, along with a number of other decorations and honors.

You can read all about it here. I am more interested in watching the movie Zulu (1964), which is one of our all-time favorites.

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My dual personality and I were, of course, too young to see it when it came out, but my parents did and so did my older brother. They all loved it and we heard all about it in vivid detail. When we eventually got a chance to watch it on television, we were not disappointed.

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My heroes: Bromhead and Chard

It has all the elements of a great battle yarn. As Victor Davis Hanson writes, “…in the long annals of military history, it is difficult to find anything quite like Rorke’s Drift, where a beleaguered force, outnumbered forty to one, survived and killed twenty men for every defender lost.”

So my movie pick for this Friday is Zulu (1964). The film stars Stanley Baker and introduces Michael Caine (“Well chin-chin…do carry on with your mud pies.”)–in his first major role, with a supporting cast that includes Jack Hawkins (“You’re all going to die!”), James Booth (“I’m excused duty.”), Nigel Green (“Because we’re here, lad. Nobody else. Just us.”), and Patrick Magee–a veritable who’s who of 1960s English actors. The film begins with a narration by the famed Welshman Richard Burton and ends with his reading a list of the eleven defenders who received the Victoria Cross for the defense of Rorke’s Drift, the most awarded to a regiment in a single action up to that time.

I should also note that the soundtrack by John Barry is one of the greatest. We had the LP when I was a child and we loved it. It includes the narrated parts by Richard Burton.

Zut alors! This movie is over 50 years old! Can you believe it? Well, chin-chin, have a good weekend!

*Private Owen

Valuing the poet

by chuckofish

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Therefore we value the poet. All the argument and all the wisdom is not in the encyclopedia, or the treatise on metaphysics, or the Body of Divinity, but in the sonnet or the play. In my daily work I incline to repeat my old steps and do not believe in remedial force, in the power of change and reform. But some Petrarch or Arisoto, filled with the new wine of his imagination, writes me an ode or a brisk romance, full of daring thought and action. He smites and arouses me with his shrill tones, breaks up my whole chain of habits, and I open my eye on my own possibilities. He claps wings to the sides of all the solid old lumber of the world, and I am capable once more of choosing a straight path in theory and practice.

–Ralph Waldo Emerson, Circles

 

Way Back Wednesday

by chuckofish

I think I mentioned that last weekend the OM and I planned to get started with our big basement clean-up. Well, we did!  We moved a lot of stuff out of the storage area into the “finished” area, so we could go through stuff in order to get rid of a lot of it.

You know how that works.

Anyway, I started going through boxes full of my children’s elementary school artwork. Enough time has gone by so that I can begin to be ruthless., separating the keepers

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from the we-can-live-without its.

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Although that little vignette of the boy holding his hands up and saying, “No!” is pretty great…as is that “S” made out of a cigarette…

I have also been going through boxes of letters (remember those?) and cards. It is lovely to read them and remember the relatives and dear friends who took the time to take pen to paper to write. I’m keeping these this go-round.

Also, a lot of snapshots have turned up–such as this classic from Halloween circa 1982.

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I mean, I’m pretty sure it was a Halloween party we were going to, right?

Anyway, you can look forward to more treasures like these in the future.