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Halloween alter-egos

by chuckofish

Mrs. Doubtfire, D’Artagnan and a Power Ranger (c. 1994). Clearly a lot of effort went into those costumes (and makeup!) But this was the Halloween when 4-year-old daughter #2 famously asked if next year she could have a “real” costume. In other words, one bought in a store. Somehow Halloween lost its luster after that. (See the Homemade Power Ranger vs. the “real” Power Ranger below right.)

I think she was a witch (wearing her sister’s oft-worn, hand-me-down costume) the next year.

P.S. Check out that store-bought Lion King!

Mid-week hero

by chuckofish

Matthew Brady's protrait of William Tecumseh Sherman

I’ve just been reading about Sherman and I admire him immensely. In particular, I think his letter to the mayor of Atlanta is priceless. Here it is in full — please read it and appreciate his amazing restraint. The Atlantans (?) are hypocrites and he suppresses his seething anger because he has more self-respect (and respect for his uniform and his country) than to be any less than a gentleman. Here it is:

HEADQUARTERS MILITARY DIVISION of the MISSISSIPPI in the FIELD
Atlanta, Georgia,
James M. Calhoun, Mayor,
E.E. Rawson and S.C. Wells, representing City Council of Atlanta.

Gentleman: I have your letter of the 11th, in the nature of a petition to revoke my orders removing all the inhabitants from Atlanta. I have read it carefully, and give full credit to your statements of distress that will be occasioned, and yet shall not revoke my orders, because they were not designed to meet the humanities of the cause, but to prepare for the future struggles in which millions of good people outside of Atlanta have a deep interest. We must have peace, not only at Atlanta, but in all America. To secure this, we must stop the war that now desolates our once happy and favored country. To stop war, we must defeat the rebel armies which are arrayed against the laws and Constitution that all must respect and obey. To defeat those armies, we must prepare the way to reach them in their recesses, provided with the arms and instruments which enable us to accomplish our purpose. Now, I know the vindictive nature of our enemy, that we may have many years of military operations from this quarter; and, therefore, deem it wise and prudent to prepare in time. The use of Atlanta for warlike purposes in inconsistent with its character as a home for families. There will be no manufacturers, commerce, or agriculture here, for the maintenance of families, and sooner or later want will compel the inhabitants to go. Why not go now, when all the arrangements are completed for the transfer, instead of waiting till the plunging shot of contending armies will renew the scenes of the past month? Of course, I do not apprehend any such things at this moment, but you do not suppose this army will be here until the war is over. I cannot discuss this subject with you fairly, because I cannot impart to you what we propose to do, but I assert that our military plans make it necessary for the inhabitants to go away, and I can only renew my offer of services to make their exodus in any direction as easy and comfortable as possible.

You cannot qualify war in harsher terms than I will. War is cruelty, and you cannot refine it; and those who brought war into our country deserve all the curses and maledictions a people can pour out. I know I had no hand in making this war, and I know I will make more sacrifices to-day than any of you to secure peace. But you cannot have peace and a division of our country. If the United States submits to a division now, it will not stop, but will go on until we reap the fate of Mexico, which is eternal war. The United States does and must assert its authority, wherever it once had power; for, if it relaxes one bit to pressure, it is gone, and I believe that such is the national feeling. This feeling assumes various shapes, but always comes back to that of Union. Once admit the Union, once more acknowledge the authority of the national Government, and, instead of devoting your houses and streets and roads to the dread uses of war, I and this army become at once your protectors and supporters, shielding you from danger, let it come from what quarter it may. I know that a few individuals cannot resist a torrent of error and passion, such as swept the South into rebellion, but you can point out, so that we may know those who desire a government, and those who insist on war and its desolation.

You might as well appeal against the thunder-storm as against these terrible hardships of war. They are inevitable, and the only way the people of Atlanta can hope once more to live in peace and quiet at home, is to stop the war, which can only be done by admitting that it began in error and is perpetuated in pride.

We don’t want your Negroes, or your horses, or your lands, or any thing you have, but we do want and will have a just obedience to the laws of the United States. That we will have, and if it involved the destruction of your improvements, we cannot help it.

You have heretofore read public sentiment in your newspapers, that live by falsehood and excitement; and the quicker you seek for truth in other quarters, the better. I repeat then that, bu the original compact of government, the United States had certain rights in Georgia, which have never been relinquished and never will be; that the South began the war by seizing forts, arsenals, mints, custom-houses, etc., etc., long before Mr. Lincoln was installed, and before the South had one jot or title of provocation. I myself have seen in Missouri, Kentucky, Tennessee, and Mississippi, hundreds and thousands of women and children fleeing from your armies and desperadoes, hungry and with bleeding feet. In Memphis, Vicksburg, and Mississippi, we fed thousands and thousands of the families of rebel soldiers left on our hands, and whom we could not see starve. Now that war comes to you, you feel very different. You deprecate its horrors, but did not feel them when you sent car-loads of soldiers and ammunition, and moulded shells and shot, to carry war into Kentucky and Tennessee, to desolate the homes of hundreds and thousands of good people who only asked to live in peace at their old homes, and under the Government of their inheritance. But these comparisons are idle. I want peace, and believe it can only be reached through union and war, and I will ever conduct war with a view to perfect an early success.

But, my dear sirs, when peace does come, you may call on me for any thing. Then will I share with you the last cracker, and watch with you to shield your homes and families against danger from every quarter.

Now you must go, and take with you the old and feeble, feed and nurse them, and build for them, in more quiet places, proper habitations to shield them against the weather until the mad passions of men cool down, and allow the Union and peace once more to settle over your old homes in Atlanta. Yours in haste,

W.T. Sherman, Major-General commanding

Calling the Fredbird hotline…

by chuckofish

From the official Cardinals website: “Are you looking to book Fredbird for your event? …You have three choices for your Fredbird appearance fees: 30 minutes for $150; 1 hour for $350; or 2 hours for $600. For any Fredbird appearance that is over 50 miles from Busch Stadium, please double the appearance fee. If you have any questions please call the Fredbird hotline at 314-345-9441.”

Clearly the fun never ends when Fredbird’s at the party.

Let’s hope that Fredbird can pump up the jam this week back in St. Louis and that those Fredbird-loving sisters can get the prayer hotline juiced! Go, Cards!

Happy birthday, Anne Tyler

by chuckofish

Doesn't she have nice squinty eyes?

Anne Tyler is another of my most favorite read-again authors. I have read all of her books and look forward to the next one, scheduled to be published in 2012:

If Morning Ever Comes (1964), The Tin Can Tree (1965), A Slipping-Down Life (1970), The Clock Winder (1972), Celestial Navigation (1974), Searching for Caleb (1975), Earthly Possessions (1977), Morgan’s Passing (1980), Dinner at the Homesick Restaurant (1982), The Accidental Tourist (1985), Breathing Lessons (1988), Saint Maybe (1991), Ladder of Years (1995), A Patchwork Planet (1998), Back When We Were Grownups (2001), The Amateur Marriage (2004), Digging to America (2006), Noah’s Compass (2010), The Beginner’s Goodbye (forthcoming April 2012)

My favorite is Dinner at the Homesick Restaurant (also the one she thinks is her best). Here is a passage:

He rifled through the pages, glimpsing buttonhole stitch and watermelon social and set of fine furs for $22.50. “Early this morning,” he read to his mother, “I went out behind the house to weed. Was kneeling in the dirt by the stable with my pinafore a mess and the perspiration rolling down my back, wiped my face on my sleeve, reached for the trowel, and all at once thought, Why I believe that at just this moment I am absolutely happy.”

His mother stopped rocking and grew very still.

“The Bedloe girl’s piano scales were floating out her window,”
he read, “and a bottle fly was buzzing in the grass, and I saw that I was kneeling on such a beautiful green little planet. I don’t care what else might come about, I have had this moment. It belongs to me.”

That was the end of the entry. He fell silent.

“Thank you, Ezra,” his mother said. “There’s no need to read any more.”

This is a bad thing…

by chuckofish

…and I think you know what I mean.

And the baseball game goes badly…

Vexing translations…

by chuckofish

One of my favorite quotes from Paul is 1st Corinthians 13:

Be on guard. Stand firm in the faith. Be courageous. Be strong. And do everything with love.

That’s from the New Living Bible (which, I admit, I do not have). Compare it to the King James Version, which says, “Watch ye, stand fast in the faith, quit you like men, be strong. Let all your things be done with charity.” I’m assuming that the New Living Bible felt the need to be gender neutral, but beyond that, there is the difference between acting out of love and acting out of charity. Usually the eradication of gender distinction in translations irritates me a lot, but in this instance I don’t mind it. Actually, I like both versions, though the King James is probably closer to the original Greek (I should check). My point is that it’s good to remember that every version of the Bible is a translation and therefore another person’s interpretation. Be on your guard, indeed!

‘Tis the last rose of summer

by chuckofish

Behold the last rose of summer. (There are actually two others close by.) It got quite cold last week. Brave roses! I had to bring all my plants in from the “Florida Room” (see below). They are piled in and on and around the dining room. The rubber plant has grown a LOT and will need to be re-potted. Yikes.

And the geraniums soldier on bravely.

‘Tis the last rose of summer
Left blooming alone;
All her lovely companions
Are faded and gone…

F. Buechner: He da man

by chuckofish

“Stop trying to protect, to rescue, to judge, to manage the lives around you . . . remember that the lives of others are not your business. They are their business. They are God’s business . . . even your own life is not your business. It also is God’s business. Leave it to God. It is an astonishing thought. It can become a life-transforming thought . . . unclench the fists of your spirit and take it easy . . . What deadens us most to God’s presence within us, I think, is the inner dialogue that we are continuously engaged in with ourselves, the endless chatter of human thought. I suspect that there is nothing more crucial to true spiritual comfort . . . than being able from time to time to stop that chatter . . . ”
― Frederick Buechner, Telling Secrets

A marvelous house

by chuckofish

An illusionistic interior painting by Samuel van Hoogstraeten seen at the end of an enfilade at Dyrham. ©NTPL/Andreas von Einsiedel

Dyrham is a house I would love to explore and would probably enjoy getting lost in. Living in such a place does not attract me — far to big and cold — but give me a day or two to poke around and I would be in heaven.

Writing cabinet in a closet at Dyrham

And wouldn’t such a writing desk guarantee great romance or at least deathless prose?
If you want to find our more about this house, visit the National Trusts’ blog http://nttreasurehunt.wordpress.com/

Friday’s movie pick

by chuckofish

This picture of Kermit and Vincent Price in Halloween mode appeared on daughter #1’s blog here a few days ago, and I was reminded that there was definitely a lighter side to Vincent Price, who, by the way, grew up in St. Louis and was one of the more illustrious graduates of the Saint Louis Country Day School.

This line of thought led me to this Friday’s film pick: His Kind of Woman (1951) produced by Howard Hughes and directed by John Farrow. This noir film is about “a deported gangster’s plan to re-enter the USA involv(ing) skulduggery at a Mexican resort.” Gambler Dan Milner, played by sexy Robert Mitchum (see below), is caught in the middle.

His kind of woman is played by Jane Russell and the villain, Nick Ferraro, is played by Raymond Burr. Quite a cast–but the whole show is stolen by Vincent Price, playing Mark Cardigan, a swashbuckling film star on vacation who believes he really is who he plays. He sets out to help our real hero, Mitchum.

Vincent Price is truly priceless in this part. You’ll have fun watching this one!