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Such as do stand

by chuckofish

Sunday was the first Sunday in Lent so we read The Great Litany–Rite I, which I love. It is sure to knock some sense into us, right? One can only hope.

The readings were excellent…

“The word is near you, on your lips and in your heart” (that is, the word of faith that we proclaim); because if you confess with your lips that Jesus is Lord and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved. 10 For one believes with the heart and so is justified, and one confesses with the mouth and so is saved. 11 The scripture says, “No one who believes in him will be put to shame.” 12 For there is no distinction between Jew and Greek; the same Lord is Lord of all and is generous to all who call on him. 13 For, “Everyone who calls on the name of the Lord shall be saved.” (Romans 10:8b–13)

…later in the chapter Paul makes it clear that “…faith comes from what is heard, and what is heard comes through the word of Christ.” Context is everything.

The Gospel was Jesus being tempted by Satan. The rector’s sermon was the usual hodge-podge of quotes and stories, but he did make his point that we are not helpless against temptation. I don’t think he mentioned the word sin, but c’est l’église aujourd’hui.

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Besides going to church, I went to several estate sales, but didn’t find much. Just this little sterling picture frame…

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I went to Target as well, and it was jammed. I got out of there pretty darn fast. Then I straightened my house and puttered around. The usual.

The OM and I watched a couple of movies including McQ (1974) with John Wayne, a fish out of water playing a police detective on a personal mission in Seattle. I enjoyed it a lot even though the Duke folding himself into a Firebird is more like James Garner in The Rockford Files than Steve McQueen in Bullitt. He looked pretty uncomfortable.

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We also watched Get Carter (1971) with Michael Caine as a London gangster, who is trying to figure out who killed his brother in his hometown in the north of England. It is very gritty and violent and there is quite a bit of unsavory sex. If your idea of the English is purely based on watching Downton Abbey and reading Jane Austen books, this movie will cure you of that delusion forever.

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Guy Ritchie must have been influenced by this film, because it reminded me of all his movies. Anyway, I have to say I liked it, especially Michael Caine as the sociopath with a glimmer of character. He never looked handsomer.

Watching these two movies back to back reminded me of the fact that Michael Caine visited John Wayne many times in the hospital when he was dying in 1979. Caine would walk him up and down the hall and talk to him. They liked each other.

The wee babes came over for dinner with the boy on Sunday night. The wee laddie has glasses now to help fix his eye which still wanders a bit.

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Now all the kids in preschool will want them.

We had a lot of fun  watching the squirrels cavort in the front yard. Better than television!

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And now a new and busy week dawns. I’ll take it one day at a time.

Call it sad, call it funny But it’s better than even money…*

by chuckofish

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So what’s on the docket for this weekend?

I don’t have much on the docket and that is okay with me. It’s going to warm up around here (which is good) but it will probably rain (bummer). Estate sale-ing in the rain = no fun.

Last weekend when daughter #1 was home we watched Oklahoma! (1955) on a whim and I really enjoyed it. Gordon MacRae was super cute…

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…and there was a lot of good singing and dancing in it. Maybe I was just in the mood…

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…but it was a pleasant surprise. Perhaps I will continue down that musical trail…

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I also have plenty to keep me busy reading.

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And maybe I’ll get some hair-styling advice from little Lottiebelle.

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Have fun this weekend! Make good choices.

*Frank Loesser, “Guys and Dolls”

“Don’t cross the river if you can’t swim the tide”*

by chuckofish

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I can relate.

I had a busy weekend. The OM and I went to dinner with our old friends on Friday night. We had lots of fun, but, of course, we were home by 9:00 pm.

On Saturday daughter #1 and I went to a couple of estate sales. One was in an old friends’ wonderful home, but it was so packed with people that we hardly could look around. There were literally thousands of books, but we couldn’t really look. It was very frustrating.

I rescued a counted cross stitch sampler…

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…and daughter #1 got a great basket full of sewing projects and patterns. We would have gone back on Sunday but it snowed all Sunday morning so we stayed in.

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I went out and shoveled.

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The wee babes came over on Saturday night with daughter #3. The boy was working so he missed out on veggie burgers and tots.

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Lottiebelle arranges the ladies around the Party kitchen for a tea party.

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The wee laddie (with a mouthful of Gardetto’s) wrecks havoc. [Impossible to catch him in focus.]

Meanwhile the amaryllis continues to put on quite a show. As the wee babes say, “BIG flowers!”

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And now it is Monday and it’s three degrees! Have a good week.

*America, “Don’t Cross the River”–a song that really got Lottiebelle shakin’ her bootie.

“Dear March, how are you?”*

by chuckofish

Well, we had a snow day yesterday–or make that an ‘ice’ day. We awoke to a thin sheeting of ice everywhere, so most schools were closed for the day.

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I would have preferred not to close, but, oh well, c’est la vie. It snowed in the afternoon.

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I had a very low-key day at home, puttering and reading, putting things away. I did a face mask.

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I watched The Rains Came, which is one of the top-grossing films of 1939–you remember, I blogged about that last week.

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Tyrone Power as an Indian doctor, Myrna Loy and George Brent

It is hard to believe that Tyrone Power had two  movies in the top five that year! Indeed, he was the second biggest box office draw in 1939–second only to Mickey Rooney! He has never been a favorite of mine, but to each his own. Anyway, the movie is quite a melodrama with a flood and a monsoon and an earthquake and the dam breaks and there’s a plague. Eye-roll.

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And now it is Friday and the first day of March! Daughter #1 is driving home today. We have a few things planned.IMG_3892.JPG

She hasn’t seen the wee babes in weeks!

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That’s my girl!

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Have a super-fun weekend!

*Emily Dickinson, ‘Dear March – Come in’

In the land of Goshen

by chuckofish

The OT lesson in church on Sunday was about Joseph (a hero of mine) revealing himself to his brothers.

Joseph said to his brothers, “I am Joseph. Is my father still alive?” But his brothers could not answer him, so dismayed were they at his presence.

Then Joseph said to his brothers, “Come closer to me.” And they came closer. He said, “I am your brother, Joseph, whom you sold into Egypt. And now do not be distressed, or angry with yourselves, because you sold me here; for God sent me before you to preserve life. For the famine has been in the land these two years; and there are five more years in which there will be neither plowing nor harvest. God sent me before you to preserve for you a remnant on earth, and to keep alive for you many survivors. So it was not you who sent me here, but God; he has made me a father to Pharaoh, and lord of all his house and ruler over all the land of Egypt. Hurry and go up to my father and say to him, ‘Thus says your son Joseph, God has made me lord of all Egypt; come down to me, do not delay. 10 You shall settle in the land of Goshen, and you shall be near me, you and your children and your children’s children, as well as your flocks, your herds, and all that you have. 11 I will provide for you there—since there are five more years of famine to come—so that you and your household, and all that you have, will not come to poverty.’  …And he kissed all his brothers and wept upon them; and after that his brothers talked with him. (Genesis 45:3-11, 15)

It is the climax of a wonderful lesson about trusting God when bad things happen. Of course, the rector did not mention it, but preached on the Gospel–which is appropriate, no doubt, but I wish he had at least mentioned it and how great it is. I wish I had been the reader–so much drama!

Speaking of drama, we had a very windy weekend here in flyover country. Saturday night the wind whistled and roared around our house (66 miles an hour!) and even set off the burglar alarm at 1:30 in the morning! The sun came out on Sunday, and although it was still quite windy, it was a beautiful day.

On Saturday, after I struck out at a couple of estate sales, the OM and I ventured down to the Eugene Field House to hear Harry Weber talk about his art and the process of making it.

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It was a fascinating talk by an engaging old fellow, who had many a story to tell about his life sculpting bronze statues of the rich and famous and of the more obscure subjects, including several in Nacogdoches, Texas. Locally, we love the one he sculpted for the Mississippi Riverfront, “The Captains’ Return,” which is submerged by flood waters regularly.

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We went to Steak ‘N Shake afterwards.

In other news, I discovered that one of my Christmas cacti is blooming again in a spare bedroom!

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Also the Christmas amaryllis has really gone to town–5 blooms so far.

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And did you hear that director Stanley Donen died? He directed On the Town and Singin’ in the Rain, with Gene Kelly, plus Royal Wedding, Seven Brides for Seven Brothers, Funny Face, Pajama Game, Indiscreet, and Charade. He had a light touch that others could never replicate. He never got an Academy Award nomination (typical), but he did get a special Oscar for Lifetime Achievement.

Watch one of his movies! You’ll be glad you did.

And, of course, what would a weekend be without a visit from those wee babes? I found some more old toys in the basement and they were thrilled…

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Life is good.

Sometimes I just guess

by chuckofish

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Ah, the weekend approacheth. Thank goodness. Hopefully nobody will ask me any questions. I get enough of that during the week.

I have a few plans, but it will be another quiet weekend, probably with a good amount of time spent on my blue sofa (see yesterday’s post.)

I have a bunch of books to read.

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Depending on the weather, I may venture out to a couple of estate sales.

Plus, there is an event at the Field House on Saturday afternoon…

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…and those wee babes will be coming over.

 

Also, don’t forget that the liturgical calendar of the Episcopal Church remembers Eric Liddell, Protestant missionary to China and Olympic gold medalist, with a feast day today.

God whose strength bears us up as on mighty wings: We rejoice in remembering thy athlete and missionary, Eric Liddell, to whom thou didst bestow courage and resolution in contest and in captivity; and we pray that we also may run with endurance the race that is set before us and persevere in patient witness, until we wear that crown of victory won for us by Jesus our Savior; who with thee and the Holy Spirit liveth and reigneth, one God, for ever and ever. Amen.

Have a great weekend!

I sing the sofa

by chuckofish

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sing the Sofa.  I, who lately sang
Truth, Hope, and Charity, and touched with awe
The solemn chords, and with a trembling hand,
Escaped with pain from that advent’rous flight,
Now seek repose upon a humbler theme:
The theme though humble, yet august and proud
The occasion—for the Fair commands the song.*

I have been fighting a cold all week. I have gone into work, done my duty, and crawled home to my spot on the sofa where I curl up in front of the telly until 8:30 p.m. when I retire for the evening. It is not exactly an exciting life I live under normal circumstances, but with a cold…zut alors!

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Anyway, I am grateful for my Puffs with Lotion…

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and my blue sofa…

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And the Christmas amaryllis has bloomed! Huzzah!

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Certainly a cheering sight in the face of unending gray, cloudy days!

*From “The Sofa” by William Cowper. You can read the whole poem here. The paintings are by Sargent, Chambiniere, Liotard.

“Old Year! upon the Stage of Time…A moment, and the prompter’s chime…”*

by chuckofish

On Monday, you may recall, I mentioned the great (maybe the greatest) year in movie-making history–1939. This got me thinking that, indeed, this is its 80th anniversary!

Just look at the top-grossing films of the year:

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…and the ten movies nominated for Best Picture at the Academy Awards:

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I plan to be thorough about watching as many movies from 1939 as I can this year. I have already checked a couple off my top twenty-one list…(a better list than the top-grossers!)

✔️ Young Mr. Lincoln

Drums Along the Mohawk

Stagecoach

The Wizard of Oz

Gone With the Wind

Gunga Din

Ninotchka

Goodbye Mr. Chips

Wuthering Heights

Mr. Smith Goes to Washington

Dark Victory

Beau Geste

Destry Rides Again

Only Angels Have Wings

✔️ Allegheny Uprising

The Private Lives of Elizabeth and Essex

The Hound of the Baskervilles

Dodge City

The Four Feathers

Intermezzo

The Little Princess

I like to think of my mother, who turned thirteen on January 19, 1939, going to the movies on most Saturdays that year. I’m sure she saw all the movies on my list. Some, like Ninotchka and Stagecoach, became all-time favorites of hers. She was always and forever a fan of John Wayne after this:

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And she loved her Errol Flynn movies.

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Screen Shot 2019-02-19 at 10.32.37 AMShe saw Wuthering Heights when her family was spending the summer in New Hampshire with her “Aunt Laura”–not really her aunt, but an aged ancestor who owned “The Farm”. Stern old Aunt Laura took pity on Mary, when everyone went swimming, but left her at home because it was “her time of the  month.” She drove her to town to see Wuthering Heights. It was a momentous occasion for my mother, because: 1. She loved the movie; and 2. Aunt Laura had done something really nice just for her. She never forgot and passed that tidbit on to me.

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Anyway, this is a trustworthy saying, worthy of full acceptance: take a look back at 1939. You might want to make a list for yourself. And pay attention to the movies when you watch them! Give them their due.

And in honor of the passing of the great (and eccentric) Karl Lagerfeld, I give you this. Not surprisingly, he had good taste in  movies. He also said recently: “I don’t watch movies because…I don’t want any ready-made images to invade my imagination. I tell my godchild [Hudson Kroenig] all the time, “Don’t look at videos too much, your brain has to invent images.” You cannot only look at second-rate images made by other people. You have to build up your imagination, because imagination is like a muscle—you have to work on it.” He makes a very good point.

*Robert Service, “The Passing of the Year”

Holding firm to the good news of salvation

by chuckofish

I came home early Friday afternoon because it was snowing and because I didn’t feel great. I went to bed and took a nap as the snow came down. I took it easy for the most of the weekend and watched several movies.

I watched Young Mr. Lincoln (1939) directed by John Ford and starring Henry Fonda.

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In my opinion, Henry Fonda was never better than when directed by John Ford, who managed to pull something out of Fonda that no one else got. He was terrific as young Mr. Lincoln. Why wasn’t he Oscar nominated? Well, this was 1939, remember, and so there was a LOT of competition.

I watched Titanic–the 1953 version starring Clifton Webb and Barbara Stanwyk. I really like this movie.

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It has a clever plot centering on a runaway wife and her snob of a husband on the ill-fated maiden voyage of the Titanic. The minor characters are all well-played. The selfish, elitist jerk rises to the occasion and dies a hero in very believable circumstances. I loved Clifton Webb in this. Barbara Stanwyk turns in her usual polished performance. (You can always count on her, given good material.) Robert Wagner plays a 20-year old Purdue tennis player. In the scenes leading up to the ship hitting the iceberg, Wagner and his college friends are singing college fight songs in the bar. Guess which one they are singing at the moment of impact? Yard By Yard–the Williams College fight song! File that one away for trivia night.

I have never seen the 1998 blockbuster version of the Titanic story and I probably never will. I prefer this more modest, but nevertheless impactful, black and white version which won the Oscar for best original screenplay. It is a good story–climaxing with all those gentlemen on the deck of the sinking ship singing Nearer My God to Thee as their wives and children row away. You can’t beat that.

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If that wasn’t drama enough, I also watched The Vikings (1958) with Kirk Douglas, Tony Curtis and Ernest Borgnine as fighting norsemen.

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Produced by Kirk himself, because he had wanted to play a viking since childhood, it is a technicolor spectacle of pagan manhood–rape, wreckage and ruin. There is a lot of violence in this movie–men are torn apart by wolves, staked and eaten by crabs, have their hands cut off and their eyes plucked out by hawks–but it is all done with lusty viking enthusiasm. Kirk gives it 110% as usual and (spoiler alert) dies with sword in hand. I have to say I enjoyed it, although Tony Curtis in hot pants is really no match for one-eyed Kirk and not all that believable/convincing as an Odin-worshipping warrior.

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But I chose to suspend belief for the sake of enjoyment. The best part of the movie was the titles:

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Very well done.

So from the sublime to the somewhat ridiculous, that was my weekend!

(By the way, I did drag myself to church on Sunday so that I could read the second lesson. It was a good one from Paul’s first letter to the Corinthians: But in fact Christ has been raised from the dead, the first fruits of those who have died.)

Huzzah.

And the wee babes came over for dinner. They are more fun than a barrel of monkeys and just as exhausting.

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“On Wednesdays we wear pink!”

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Now we’re off to the races again…the rat race! If you have the day off (I do not)–enjoy! Have a good week!

“Step down off your high horse, mister”*

by chuckofish

On Wednesday my copy of Rude Pursuits and Rugged Peaks, Schoolcraft’s Ozark Journal 1818-1819 arrived.

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Included in this edition, besides Schoolcraft’s journal of his and Levi Pettibone’s expedition from Potosi, Missouri, to what is now Springfield by way of Arkansas, are an introduction, maps and appendix by Milton D. Rafferty. Rafferty was a professor and head of the Department of Geography, Geology and Planning at Missouri State University in Springfield. These additions are very helpful.

I will read the whole thing, but I know you are all wondering what I found out about the Matneys, so I will tell you.

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Schoolcraft and his partner arrived at dusk at their cabin, “wet and chilly” from swimming across the White River, on January 14.

Compelled, by the non-arrival of our canoe, to spend the day at this spot, I determined to improve the time by a ramble through the adjacent country, and to seek that amusement in the examination of rocks, and trees, and mountain-scenery, which was neither to be found in conversation with the inmates of the house, nor in any other way.

How rude.

With such an assemblage of interesting objects around me, I sauntered out to take a nearer view of the face of nature, and spent the day along the shores of the river, in the contiguous forest, or on the naked peaks of the neighboring hills.

After spending the day taking notes on the flora, fauna and mineral deposits in the area, Schoolcraft returned to the Matney Cabin to find that the hunters had not yet arrived with their canoe, but finally made their appearance at dusk…

accompanied by several neighbors and friends in their canoes, who also came down to trade, making a party of twelve or fourteen in all. Whisky soon began to circulate freely, and by the time they had unloaded their canoes, we began plainly to discover that a scene of riot and drinking was to follow. Of all this, we were destined to be unwilling witnesses; for as there was but one house, and that a very small one, necessity compelled us to pass the night together; but sleep was not to be obtained. Every mouth, hand, and foot, were in motion. Some drank, some sang, some danced, a considerable proportion attempted all three together, and a scene of undistinguishable bawling and riot ensued. An occasional quarrel gave variety to the scene, and now and then, one drunker than the rest, fell sprawling upon the floor, and for a while remained quiet. We alone remained listeners to this grand exhibition of human noises, beastly intoxication, and mental and physical nastiness. We did not lie down to sleep, for that was dangerous. Thus the night rolled heavily on, and as soon as light could be discerned in the morning we joyfully embarked in our canoe, happy in having escaped bodily disfiguration, and leaving such as could yet stand, vociferating with all their might like some delirious man upon his dying bed, who makes one desperate effort to rise, and then falls back in death.

What a picture he paints! Clearly he was not amused by their behavior, but I surely was, reading about it. Prof. Rafferty explains Schoolcraft’s sometimes disdainful appraisal of frontier life by asking us to consider his youth (he was only 25) and that he was “freshly indoctrinated with a church upbringing, including a strong emphasis on Christian dutifulness and temperance…”

I have to say, I can relate to young Schoolcraft. I remember going on a school-sanctioned float-trip back in high school–on some river in Missouri–where everyone got drunk, including the two male, gym-teacher chaperones! One other girl and I stayed awake most of the night watching out for our classmates and making sure they didn’t drown while relieving themselves. (Seriously) It was not fun, but nobody died or anything.

Matney and his companions remind me of Mac MacPherson, the wild Scotsman played by Wilfred Lawson in Alleghany Uprising (1939).

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Another literary evocation of this type is Worth Luckett in The Trees by Conrad Richter, who provides for his family by hunting wild animals for food and trading their pelts for other commodities they need. When Worth notices that the wild game is leaving the woods near their settlement in Pennsylvania, he convinces his wife and family to move where the animal population is more plentiful–further west.

These men were the hardiest of woodsmen, cut from the same cloth as Daniel Boone and his sons, who settled along the interior streams, hunting and trading. Schoolcraft “admired their stoic courage and tenacity, but could not conceal his disdain for their lack of education and rude lifestyle. He noted that men and women alike could talk only of bears, hunting, and the rude pursuits and coarse enjoyments of hunters.” (Rafferty) He had to admit they were hospitable.

I have always been oddly drawn to this type and I guess now I know why. It runs in my blood. Come the apocalypse, I want to be on their team. I am pretty sure this is how my great-great grandfather John Simpson Hough felt. He went west to get away from Philadelphia and all his well-meaning, upstanding Quaker relatives. He was smitten with all the old rough types he met in Missouri and Kansas and in his travels westward: Uncle Dick Wooten, Seth Hays, Kit Carson. I am sure he would have liked his freedom-loving grandfather-in-law, Mr. Matney.

Funnily enough, I have just been reading about Conrad Richter and had already resolved to re-read The Trees. Now I will for sure.

And this weekend I’ll find something to watch where the men wear buckskin suits.

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You betcha.

*Davy Crockett (John Wayne) in The Alamo (1960)