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This and that

by chuckofish

February is a month for catching up on dormant needlepoint projects,

Progress!

Progress!

organizing drawers,

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and reading

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I am almost finished with Wendell Berry’s Hannah Coulter and I highly recommend it.

“As I have told it over, the past visible again in the present, the dead living still in their absence, this dream of time seems to come to rest in eternity. My mind, I think, has started to become, it is close to being, the room of love where the absent are present, the dead are alive, time is eternal, and all the creatures prosperous. The room of love is the love that holds us all, and it is ours. It goes back before we were born. It goes all the way back. It is Heaven’s. Or is it Heaven, and we are in it only by willingness. By whose love…do we love this world and ourselves and one another? Do you think we invented it ourselves? I ask with confidence, for I know you know we didn’t.”

What have you been doing?

A good laugh

by chuckofish

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Let’s all have a good laugh in honor of the birthday of American cartoonist Charles Addams (January 7, 1912 – September 29, 1988)!

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Your wish is my command:

Are you laughing yet?

Don’t forget: “A merry heart doeth good like a medicine: but a broken spirit drieth the bones.” (Proverbs 17:22)

William and Mary loved of old

by chuckofish

On this day in 1693, the College of William and Mary in Williamsburg, Virginia was granted a charter by King William III and Queen Mary II.

William and Mary

Privately founded in 1693 by letters patent issued by King William III and Queen Mary, it is the second-oldest institution of higher education in the United States after Harvard University. (Some at W&M would argue that point.)

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U.S. Presidents Thomas Jefferson, James Monroe, and John Tyler were educated at William and Mary, as well as other key figures important in the development of the nation, including U.S. Supreme Court Chief Justice John Marshall, Speaker of the House Henry Clay, and 16 signers of the Declaration of Independence. And lest we forget, John Stewart is a graduate.

I have a Masters Degree (in history) from the College and spent a year living happily in Williamsburg.

Here is my dual personality in a Williamsburg garden when she visited me during her spring break at Smith.

Here is my dual personality in a Williamsburg garden when she visited me during her spring break at Smith.

I went back almost 30 years later when daughter #2 was visiting colleges in Virginia and North Carolina in 2007. A lot had changed, but much was the same. I was amazed by how little I actually remembered of the campus. Outside of the library and a few classrooms, I guess I didn’t spend a lot of time on campus. I think I had been much more engaged with Colonial Williamsburg, which was and still is a very cool place.

And now for the Interesting Family Sidebar!

Henry Compton, my husband’s ancestor, was the first chancellor of William and Mary (from 1693–1700 and again from 1707–1713). But this long-distance post was the least of his accomplishments!

Henry Compton was born in 1623, the 6th son of Spencer Compton, the Earl of Northampton. He and his brothers all served with their father during the English Civil War (on the Royalist side–boo). After the death of his father at the Battle of Hopton Heath, Henry left the army and made a career in the Church.

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He was made Bishop of Oxford in 1674, and in the following year was translated to the see of London. He was also appointed a member of the Privy Council, and entrusted with the education of the two princesses – Mary and Anne. Being a staunch Protestant, he had nothing but trouble with James II, so it is no surprise that at the Glorious Revolution, Henry Compton embraced the cause of William and Mary. Indeed, he was one of the “Immortal Seven” who invited William to invade England. He stepped up and performed the ceremony of their coronation when others would not. His old position was restored to him, and among other appointments, he was chosen as one of the commissioners for revising the liturgy. During the reign of Anne he remained a member of the Privy Council, and was one of the commissioners appointed to arrange the terms of the union of England and Scotland. However, to his bitter disappointment, his claims to the primacy were twice passed over. He died at Fulham on 7 July 1713 and is buried at Compton Wynyates.

The old family home

The old family home

My husband’s progenitor, however, was actually Henry’s adopted son, the son of his cousin John Compton, who died in battle. Typical. Another hero who is merely a cousin! Well, Henry adopted the 14-year old and it was this man, John Compton II, who went to Maryland where Henry had been given a land grant. From afar, Henry helped set up the Anglican Church in Maryland.

As you can see, the Comptons started off rather brilliantly in this country. Unfortunately they went to seed in Kentucky (not without good reason I’m sure) following the Civil War and for some generations were probably akin to some of our favorite characters on “Justified”.

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All families have their ups and downs! It keeps us humble, right?

“Here’s to the sunny slopes of long ago.”

by chuckofish

It snowed in our flyover town over the weekend!

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As an antidote to the cold winter weather (and because I had no real interest in the Super Bowl), I watched Lonesome Dove (1989) on Netflix Watch Instantly on Sunday and Monday nights. I had not seen it in a very long time. I read the book about two retired Texas Rangers who decide to take a herd of cattle on a 3,000-mile trek north to Montana in 1876 when it came out in paperback back in 1988 and loved it. The book won the Pulitzer Prize in 1985. (Various sequels and prequels by Larry McMurtry are, in my humble opinion, unequal to the original, due to their being way over the top in grossness and violence. But the original LD got it just right.)

The miniseries I associate with the year after my mother died when solace in any form was welcome and hard-to-come-by.

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Gus McCrae and Captain Call were a balm to me–at least for the four days in February 1989  the series aired. Gus was even a bit of a philosopher, handing out good advice right and left, such as this:

Lorie darlin’, life in San Francisco, you see, is still just life. If you want any one thing too badly, it’s likely to turn out to be a disappointment. The only healthy way to live life is to learn to like all the little everyday things, like a sip of good whiskey in the evening, a soft bed, a glass of buttermilk, or a feisty gentleman like myself.

Thank you, Gus and Woodrow. And thank you, Pea and Dish and Deets and Newt and July and Roscoe and Lorena and all the rest. It was nice to see you again.

As Valentine’s Day approaches…

by chuckofish

I recently saw a post on another blog about the best screen kisses. This got me thinking, because, of course, I didn’t agree with the ones they had chosen. I won’t get into that, but I did think it was a good idea for a post, especially with Valentine’s Day fast approaching. You’ll want to line up your DVD viewing for February.

John Wayne and Maureen O'Hara about to lock lips in "The Quiet Man".

John Wayne and Maureen O’Hara about to lock lips in “The Quiet Man”.

So here are the best screen kisses (in my opinion):

1.

"The Adventures of Robin Hood"

“The Adventures of Robin Hood”

The BEST: Errol Flynn and Olivia de Haviland in The Adventures of Robin Hood (1938). When Robin challenges Marian, “Then you do love me, don’t you? Don’t you?” we are right there with her answering, “You know I do.” It’s been 75 years since this great movie was made, and nothing surpasses it for its romance and handsome leading man and lady! Captain Blood (1935)–also with Errol and Olivia–is equally wonderful, but they only kiss once and she slaps him!

2.

John Wayne and Maureen O'Hara in "The Quiet Man"

John Wayne and Maureen O’Hara in “The Quiet Man”

The Quiet Man (1952) actually features several world-class kissing scenes, but John Wayne and Maureen in the rain is pretty special. You can tell they really enjoy kissing each other. John and Maureen were always a good fit.

3.

"Breakfast at Tiffany's"

“Breakfast at Tiffany’s”

Another kissing-in-the-rain scene, this time with Audrey, George and Cat. Eat your heart out, Ryan Gosling.

4.

"Philadelphia Story"

“Philadelphia Story”

Jimmy Stewart and Katharine Hepburn in The Philadelphia Story (1940). Who knew that Jimmy Stewart would steal the sexy-show from co-star Cary Grant? I remember my mother pointed this out to me many years ago–something about his hands and what he was doing with them. Hmmm. It’s always the quiet ones, right?

Honorable mention:

"North By Northwest"

“North By Northwest”

Okay, we’ll give Cary Grant a hat tip for North By Northwest (1959) with Eva Marie Saint. He doesn’t look too uncomfortable in this one.

"Gone With the Wind"

“Gone With the Wind”

And even though Gone With the Wind (1939) is not one of my favorite movies, who can deny that Clark Gable knew how to kiss? Atlanta is burning and he is parting with Scarlett on the bridge–wow. Back then they really knew how to set up the scene and stage the actors to optimal effect. He looms over her, powerful and manly; they kiss. And then he leaves!

Best acting while kissing:

"Pillow Talk"

“Pillow Talk”

Rock Hudson, God love him, and Doris Day in Pillow Talk (1959) go away for the weekend–so risque, so great. And then she finds out who he really is. Ooooooh!

So what have I left out?

Because I felt like I should have something since 1961, but nothing came to mind, I decided to check out one of the kisses that was mentioned several times in the comment section of the other blog. The blogger had asked for readers’ suggestions, and several people mentioned North and South. I did some checking and discovered it is a BBC four-part adaption of the 19th century novel by Elizabeth Gaskell (not the Civil War soap opera from the 1980s). I watched it last weekend (4 episodes) and, boy oh boy, what a find!

Hello, Richard Armitage!

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Let’s just say he is totally wasted as Thorin Oakenshield in The Hobbit.

In conclusion, I give you the famous Montage of Kissing Scenes from the wonderful Cinema Paradiso (1988), which includes Errol and Olivia at least twice!

Of intrepid ancestors…part II

by chuckofish

Last week when I blogged about our great, great grandmother I set the stage for a tale of adventure, hard work, and a great deal of woe. Soon after Ann married and delivered her bouncing baby son, Daniel Herbert Hilton Cameron, they joined her husband, Daniel, and his regiment and embarked for Fort Beaufort, South Africa. Today this outpost of the British Empire is a modest spot for the historically minded tourist.

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The fort boasted a Martello tower, which was built in the 1830s when such things were popular, though usually for coastal defense (Fort Beaufort lies inland at the confluence of a couple of rivers and not on the coast).

Fort Beaufort martello tower

The eastern cape is a beautiful area with spectacular scenery, and by the 1860s it was really quite peaceful. The young family seemed to thrive.

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Ann and Daniel had another child, a girl named Ann, but then Daniel fell ill with some sort of stomach ailment exacerbated by a wound received at the Battle of Alma during the Crimean War. Daniel lingered for three painful months before expiring in 1861.

Exactly what happened next is something of a mystery. Ann Hilton Cameron had two more children, Kenneth and Thomas, both born after Daniel’s death, and then she apparently also died. The orphaned children resurfaced in Scotland in 1871. The census identifies Ann, Kenneth, and Thomas, who were born in “the Cape of Good Wood” — presumably an erroneous transcription of the Cape of Good Hope — as minors ages 10, 8, and 6, living with two spinster sisters, Elizabeth and Mary McColl, in Killmallie Argyll. I’m sure of the identification because later letters from Kenneth to my great grandfather identify a brother,Thomas, and sister, Ann. There is also a family connection with Killmallie, which Daniel senior gave as his birth place in his enlistment papers, and of course, the children’s South African origins. But where, you might ask, was our great grandfather, Daniel H.H. Cameron?

As was usual at the time, poor Daniel was deemed too old for the spinster sisters — after all he was a teenaged boy and therefore potentially dangerous. Since he was still too young to be on his own, he was sent to the ‘orphan hospital’ that was part of the St. Cuthbert’s poor house in Edinburgh — an imposing place after the Cape sunshine.

Craigleith poor house in c. 1914

Craigleith poor house in c. 1914

According to a contemporary description of the then new poor house,

The accommodation for the male inmates, which is on the west side of the building, is subdivided into four classes — very decent, decent, depraved, and boys.

The description conjures up dreadful images a la Oliver Twist. I’m not sure how long DHHC was there, but it must have been at least two or three years. I shudder to think. As the oldest child he would have been acutely aware of the loss of both his parents and his siblings as well as his freedom. The military community at Fort Beaufort had probably been close-knit and fairly pleasant for children. How traumatic it must have been to leave everything familiar and undertake a long, uncomfortable journey to cold, unfamiliar Scotland only to be separated from his siblings and stuck in a dingy big-city poor house.

Despite the tremendous challenges, however, Daniel survived and thrived…but that story is for next week. In the meantime, let us remember those who went before us and whose struggles made us possible!

Here’s the plan

by chuckofish

“Do well, and right, and let the world sink.”

George Herbert, from The Country Parson

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TGIF, right?

Ravenstown

by chuckofish

I am not a big professional sports fan, and I certainly could not care less about the Super Bowl unless the home team is playing. Even the ads of late have been disappointing.

But who can’t root for the Ravens when they have fans like this:

According to Pigtown*Design, the “mother church of Episcopalianism” got into the act here. You gotta love it. Watch the whole thing; it is hilarious.

Fight! Fight! Fight! for Baltimore!

Hipster dad

by chuckofish

It occurred to me that we haven’t posted an embarrassing picture in quite a while, so it behooved me to do so. Inspired by the tumblr Dads are the Original Hipsters, I give you this:

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Here is a real ’80s hipster in a Canadian leisure suit, complete with Mini-Me. Bad ass times two.

A hat tip to Jane

by chuckofish

Sunday, January 27 marked the 200th anniversary of the publishing of Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen. My how time flies!

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I first read this book in the sixth grade. It is the first book I remember reading all day with only minor interruptions. It is really saying something that this 200 year old book (and many of the author’s other books) still can rivet a 12-year old to that degree and also interest that same girl 40 years later. Well, that’s how it is, right, with great literature?

You can check out the Wikipedia page here to read about the many film versions and theatrical adaptions that have been made and the rip-offs that have been perpetrated on this excellent book over the years. Amazing. I think she would be pretty horrified by some of them. So many sequels by other authors. There should be a law.

I will leave you with this.

Elizabeth, feeling all the more the common awkwardness and anxiety of his situation, now forced herself to speak; and immediately, though not very fluently, gave him to understand that her sentiments had undergone so material a change, since the period to which he alluded, as to make her receive with gratitude and pleasure his present assurances. The happiness which this reply produced, was such as he had probably never felt before; and he expressed himself on the occasion as sensibly and as warmly as a man violently in love can be supposed to do. Had Elizabeth been able to encounter his eye, she might have seen how well the expression of heartfelt delight, diffused over his face, became him; but, though she could not look, she could listen, and he told her of feelings, which, in proving of what importance she was to him, made his affection every moment more valuable.

They walked on, without knowing in what direction. There was too much to be thought, and felt, and said, for attention to any other objects.