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Swiftly fly the years

by chuckofish

As you know, we are a family that loves our traditions. For the last twenty-five or so years, we have watched Planes, Trains and Automobiles (1987) every Thanksgiving.

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We will happily watch it this year.

We will watch (some of) the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day parade and probably Miracle on 34th Street (1947) at some point over the weekend.

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We might watch The Wizard of Oz (1939) which, when I was growing up, was always shown on television the night of Thanksgiving.

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We are not a family that brings out the musical instruments when everyone is gathered. (Sadly, we can’t do that.) And we don’t play games. We tend to open up the DVD cabinet. À chacun son goût.

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We will also celebrate the boy’s birthday this weekend and marvel at how that little tyke grew up into a fine young man.

Ah, sunrise, sunset!

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How to win friends and influence people

by chuckofish

Dale Harbison Carnegie (originally Carnagey) (November 24, 1888 – November 1, 1955) was an American writer and lecturer and the developer of famous courses in self-improvement, salesmanship, public speaking, and interpersonal skills. He was the author of How to Win Friends and Influence People (1936), a bestseller that remains popular today.

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You knew that, but did you now that he was born and raised in Missouri? Well, he was born in Maryville, Missouri, the son of a farmer. His family moved to Belton, Missouri (also the hometown of Harry Truman) when he was a small child. He graduated from the State Teacher’s College in Warrensburg, worked as a salesman, and moved to New York City. After failing as an actor (!), he taught a public speaking class at the YMCA. In his first session, he ran out of material. Improvising, he suggested that students speak about “something that made them angry” and discovered that the technique made speakers unafraid to address a public audience. From this 1912 début, the Dale Carnegie Course evolved.

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Most of what he said is just common sense.

“It isn’t what you have or who you are or where you are or what you are doing that makes you happy or unhappy. It is what you think about it.”

“Success is getting what you want..Happiness is wanting what you get.”

“When we hate our enemies, we are giving them power over us: power over our sleep, our appetites, our blood pressure, our health, and our happiness.”

“Actions speak louder than words, and a smile says, ‘I like you. You make me happy. I am glad to see you.”

“If you can’t sleep, then get up and do something instead of lying there and worrying. It’s the worry that gets you, not the loss of sleep.”

But that doesn’t make what he said any less true.

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Eminem who was born in nearby St. Joseph, MO, reading words of wisdom from his homeboy.

One more fun fact about Dale Carnegie: He worked as assistant to Lowell Thomas in his famous travelogue “With Allenby in Palestine and Lawrence in Arabia”. He managed and delivered the travelogue in Canada.

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Well, son of a gun. A toast to Dale Carnegie on his birthday and to T.E. Lawrence any old day!

“Let the ‘amen’ sound from His people again”*

by chuckofish

Sometimes we get caught up in all the things that are wrong with the world. And there are plenty. Like this. Sigh.

But we must remind ourselves how blessed we really are every day.

This past weekend I spent a  lot of time puttering around my house, taking stock of what I have squirreled away for Christmas and what I still need to get. I found the Christmas cards I bought after Christmas last year–that sort of thing.

I talked to my daughters and dual personality on the phone. The OM and I had dinner with some old friends. Indeed, it was a quiet weekend.

We watched The Russians Are Coming, The Russians Are Coming (1966) which never ceases to amuse me.

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The OM and I in a few years

We also watched Edge of Darkness (1943) a war movie about a small Norwegian fishing village rising up and revolting against the occupying Nazis.

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It was surprisingly edgy and well done I thought. I mean it is blatantly propagandistic and the sets are terrible, but dreamy Errol Flynn is ably supported by a good ensemble cast and you have to love a movie where the peaceful town minister comes through in a way that would make the Sons of Anarchy proud.

Anyway, I am counting my blessings this week and always.

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Some leaves are still hanging on in the ‘hood.

I am thankful for TCM and our DVR, not to mention Netflix and streaming cable television shows. I am thankful for old friends and good books and Coffee Nips and red wine. I am thankful for my laptop and online shopping and Christmas cactus and being able to turn the heat on when the temperatures go down. I am thankful for being able to go down to the basement and do my laundry when I want to and that we could just go out and buy a new refrigerator when the old one conked out last week. These are things I do not take for granted.

Have a good week–only 2 1/2 days of work–and don’t forget to count your blessings!

*Joachim Neander,  hymn #390 “Praise to the Lord the Almighty”

“This gentleman has been standing alone against the world!”*

by chuckofish

Last week son number 3 made his acting debut as juror number 9 in “12 Angry Men” (hey! 9 + 3 = 12 Is that significant?). His brother described juror number 9 to his mom, who has not read the play or seen the movie, as “the wise and observant, elderly one.” So here’s a pic of my very own wise, observant and elderly son:

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I gather they colored his hair and beard to make him look older. It’s funny, but with light hair he looks a lot like brother #2. I can’t imagine how he managed to fit a play in with all the other things he does. He is so much better organized than I am!

By contrast, I have no turkey or Thanksgiving decorations yet.  Still, I’m very excited that two of my boys are coming home for a few days and I will make every effort to feed them plenty of holiday appropriate food. I like Thanksgiving. It’s not a big deal in our house, but it’s not the dreaded family get together of lore. What can I say? We like each other.  But if you need something to liven a boring Thanksgiving up, maybe this poem by Alfred Noyes will give you some ideas:

Everyone grumbled. The sky was grey.
We had nothing to do and nothing to say.
We were nearing the end of a dismal day,
And there seemed to be nothing beyond,
THEN
Daddy fell into the pond!

And everyone’s face grew merry and bright,
And Timothy danced for sheer delight.
‘Give me the camera, quick, oh quick!
He’s crawling out of the duckweed.’
Click!

Then the gardener suddenly slapped his knee,
And doubled up, shaking silently,
And the ducks all quacked as if they were daft
And is sounded as if the old drake laughed.

O, there wasn’t a thing that didn’t respond
WHEN
Daddy fell into the pond!

 

Have a Happy Thanksgiving, with or without aquatic high-jinks!

*”12 Angry Men”

Hello, Friday!

by chuckofish

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This is one of those event-packed Fridays when I think, if I can just get through today, I’m going to take it easy this weekend! That is my plan.

In the meantime, here are some postcards from my week.

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The Ginko trees at my flyover university are awesome.
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The Christmas cactus is blooming right on schedule!

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And someone brought me cookies at work! 420 calories per 3-bite serving! Oh mein Gott!

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And one reminder! Turner Classic Movies: TCM has revised its schedule to showcase a 24-hour tribute to Maureen O’Hara starting today, Friday, November 20. The 12-movie marathon begins at 6 am ET.

Now feel free to

Go forth into the world in peace; be of good courage; hold fast that which is good; render to no one evil for evil; strengthen the fainthearted; support the weak; help the afflicted; honor everyone; love and serve the Lord, rejoicing in the power of the Holy Spirit; and the blessing of God almighty, the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, be among you and remain with you always. Amen.’ (from the service for Remembrance Sunday SPCK)

Blue moon of Kentucky keep on shining*

by chuckofish

Over the weekend I went to a couple of good estate sales where I picked up several good books.

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I was happy to see the book by Janice Holt Giles. Chances are you have never heard of her, but she was a popular mid-range author in the 1950s-70s. She never got rich from her writing, but she was able to support herself, and that is saying something.

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Janice Holt was born in Arkansas in 1905. As a child she moved to Indian Territory (Oklahoma) where her parents were both teachers. She grew up with books and music and went to college. When her first marriage ended, she and her daughter moved to Louisville, Kentucky where Janice worked for Dr. Lewis Sherrill, Dean of the Presbyterian Seminary.

On a trip to visit family in 1943, Janice happened to share a 40-hour bus ride with Henry Giles, a soldier on his way to a new assignment. In two days on the bus they became such good friends that they corresponded throughout the rest of the war while Henry was in Europe. When he returned from active duty in 1945—although they had not seen each other since the bus ride—they married immediately. Henry was 11 years her junior.

After a year in Louisville, Henry could not bear the big city any longer, and the couple moved to Adair County, KY, living on Henry’s family land. Janice, as I recall, had quite a lot to adapt to–no indoor plumbing for one thing–but love will conquer all. Janice wrote and Henry farmed.

I always thought they must have been a very interesting pair. Their unusual romance and life together is the stuff of good fiction. Indeed, some of her earliest books have a strong autobiographical flavor.

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Anyway, I was interested to discover, while checking Holt out on the internet, that the Janice Holt Giles and Henry Giles Society was established in 1996 to preserve the literary legacy of Janice and Henry Giles and to restore their log home.

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Their home is now open to the public, June-October on Saturday and Sunday.

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Every year there is an arts and crafts fair in early October, and I am thinking of adding this event to my calendar for 2016. The OM’s family is from Kentucky and I have long wanted to investigate the Bluegrass State.

In the meantime I am reading The Six-Horse Hitch and enjoying it very much. She is a thorough researcher and she always knows her subject. If you are interested, I recommend you check out some of her other books. The Piney Woods trilogy, consisting of The Enduring Hills (1950), Miss Willie (1951), and Tara’s Healing (1952), though not as famous as, say, Catherine Marshall’s Christy, is just as good. I have not read all of the Kentucky trilogy, but I have read Hannah Fowler (1956) and thought it excellent.

Reading historical fiction, especially about American pioneers, is for me a good escape from today’s Modern Problems.

(Photos are from the Janice Holt Giles and Henry Giles Society website.)

*Blue Moon of Kentucky by Bill Monroe

“Remember, remember the 5th of November,

by chuckofish

Gunpowder, Treason and plot. I see no reason why gunpowder treason should ever be forgot!”  So goes the children’s rhyme commemorating the foiling of Guy Fawkes’s plot to blow up British Parliament in 1605. As you can imagine, it was a big deal in England and celebrations started a lot of traditions, especially bonfires at which Guy Fawkes and the Pope (or villain of the moment) were burned in effigy.

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Down in Devon, where my in-laws live, they not only celebrate with a huge bonfire, but also by piling tar barrels onto a sledge, setting them on fire, and dragging them burning through town. Time was when they simply lit the barrels at the top of one the many hills in the village and sent them careening down, but parked cars and other fire hazards eventually called for the sledge modification.

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The tar barrel carnival is this weekend and son #2 will be there working with a team of photographers and filmmakers (including his step-granddad) to capture the conflagration. Exciting as Hatherleigh’s tar barrels look, they have nothing on nearby Ottery St. Mary’s tar barrel tradition. Follow this link and watch the short documentary (be sure to watch the whole thing). It’s priceless.

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Can you imagine anyone doing that here? Call the fire department! Call social services! Oh, my. Let this be a lesson for us this Saturday. Traditions are important to maintain. It is also important to let our kids test themselves. And, yes, a certain amount of risk is fine. Let us also respond to terrorism with the same united will and assurance that the English did in 1605.

Vive la France!

Have a nice weekend

by chuckofish

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Middle age is when you’re sitting at home on a Saturday night and the telephone rings and you hope it isn’t for you.  ~Ogden Nash

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Maybe I’ll see what the boy’s up to.

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What are you up to?

Old man take a look at [your] life

by chuckofish

Okay, get this–today is Neil Young’s birthday

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and he is seventy years old!

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Well, the fact that he is old, makes me feel old. Zut alors, look at how the time goes past!*

Harvest, you will recall, was the #1 best-selling album in the U.S. in 1972 when I was in the 10th grade. Even I owned it, which is saying something.

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So cut me some slack.

Happy birthday, Neil. You’re kind of a tool and a preachy one at that, but I’ll toast you tonight anyway and your survival to the ripe old age of 70.

 *Clever inclusion of NY lyric

“Drawing no dividend from time’s to-morrows”*

by chuckofish

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Today in 1921 the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier was dedicated by President Warren G. Harding at Arlington Cemetery.

And today is Veterans Day. So we remember American veterans, known and unknown.

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Guy Russell Chamberlin and Arthur Newell Chamberlin at home in Burlington, Vermont pre-WWI

Here’s to two brothers who went to war–one came back and the other did not.

We’ll toast our grandfather Arthur and his brother Guy, our father Newell,  all our other ancestors who served their country, and indeed, all veterans.

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O Lord God of Hosts, stretch forth, we pray thee, thine almighty arm to strengthen and protect the [military] of our country. Support them in the day of battle, and in the time of peace keep them safe from all evil; endue them with courage and loyalty; and grant that in all things they may serve without reproach; through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.

–BCP, 1928

Let’s all take a moment.

*Siegfried Sassoon, “Dreamers”