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Recognize this guy?

by chuckofish

Yes, it’s John Wayne–around 1930 when he made The Big Trail. Adorable.

Since I did not make a Friday recommendation (although some of you no doubt ran out to rent Kingdom of the Spiders), I recommend watching a John Wayne movie (any John Wayne movie) tonight. For myself, I think I will watch one of my favorites: The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance. John Wayne (at his very best) dominates this movie, despite Jimmy Stewart having a lot more screen time. It’s also John Ford’s last great movie. And there are lots of the usual character actors doing their best as well: Strother Martin, Edmund O’Brien, John Qualen, Andy Devine, and the impressive Woody Strode. Lee Marvin is very scary. This is the movie that even mentions the Picketwire River (The Purgatoire) in Las Animas County, southeastern Colorado, pioneered by our own ancestors. I can’t think of a better way to spend a Saturday evening.

And, yes, that is a picture of John Wayne (from Liberty Valance) on my kitchen wall. On occasion people have asked why I have a picture of John Wayne on my kitchen wall. I always say, “Doesn’t everyone?”

Not Halloween decor

by chuckofish

Remember “Kingdom of the Spiders” (1977) starring the inimitable William Shatner? “Investigating the mysterious deaths of a number of farm animals, vet Rack Hansen discovers that his town lies in the path of hoards of migrating tarantulas. Before he can take action, the streets are overrun by killer spiders, trapping a small group of towns folk in a remote hotel.” (IMDB.com)

Well, sometimes I wonder about my own home:



If you recall the final scene of this horror classic, the hotel is completely enveloped in spider webs! I feel sometimes like I will wake up and my own house will likewise be encased in cobwebs. Spiders work fast! I mean, I’ve had a soft spot for spiders ever since reading Charlotte’s Web, but really there are limits.

The Battle of Alma: belated 157th anniversary appreciation

by chuckofish

Scots Fusilier Guards attacking the Great Redoubt

Our great great grandfather, Daniel Cameron, was a Corporal in the Scots Fusilier Guards during the Crimean War. The Battle of Alma was the first battle of the war and a tough one for his unit, which was attacking uphill against a heavily defended position. Much of the fighting was at close quarters; the regiment almost lost its colors and the four men who managed to hold on to them were awarded the Victoria Cross. Daniel Cameron was shot or bayoneted “in the belly” — a bad place to be wounded. I believe the wound never healed properly and finally killed him when he was serving in South Africa in 1861. For a dreadful and impressive full list of the SFG wounded at Alma go here .

Happy birthday, Conrad Richter

by chuckofish

Today is the birthday of author Conrad Richter (October 13, 1890—October 30, 1968). Richter is one of my favorite writers, one I go back to over and over again. In fact, I just recently re-read The Waters of Kronos (1960) for the third or fourth time. He won the National Book Award for this book, and I highly recommend it. Unfortunately, Richter will probably be best remembered for A Light in the Forest because it was made into a movie by Walt Disney in 1958. It starred James MacArthur and Fess Parker.

They still teach this book in some middle schools, but he is not a “young adult writer” and he should not be relegated to that particular pigeon hole.

Louis Bromfield described Richter’s work this way: “He has that gift – the first and most important in a novelist – of creating for the reader a world as real as the one in which he lives, a world which the reader enters on the first page and in which he remains until the last.” (It should be noted that Louis Bromfield is not that kind a writer, but I’m glad he could recognize the gift in others.) Anyway, I whole-heartedly recommend The Awakening Land trilogy (The Trees, The Fields, The Town) as well as A Company of Strangers, The Free Man, A Simple Honorable Man, and The Waters of Kronos.

For a moment Sayward reckoned that her father had fetched them unbeknownst to the Western ocean and what lay beneath was the late sun glittering on green-black water. Then she saw that what they looked down on was a dark, illimitable expanse of wilderness. It was a sea of solid tree-tops broken only by a gash where deep beneath the foliage an unknown stream made its way. As far as the eye could reach, this lonely forest sea rolled on and on till its faint blue billows broke against an incredibly distant horizon.

–from The Trees (1940)

The rally squirrel

by chuckofish

The St. Louis Rally Squirrel and Ted Drewes frozen custard. We’re talkin’ baseball. Baseball in St. Lou…

The essence of fall

by chuckofish

Pumpkins, chrysanthemums, leaves, ivy, and wet pavement.

Ay, thou art welcome, heaven’s delicious breath,
When woods begin to wear the crimson leaf,
And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief,
And the year smiles as it draws near its death.

–from “October”, a sonnet by William Cullen Bryant

Famous last words from Beowulf

by chuckofish

When Beowulf is dying he has time for a few pithy words, including:

“I took what came,
cared for and stood by things in my keeping,
never fomented quarrels, never swore to a lie.”

If, when the time comes, I could sum up my life the same way, I’d be satisfied, wouldn’t you? I just love Anglo-Saxon poetry. The translation is, of course, Seamus Heaney’s.

Life is stranger than fiction department

by chuckofish

Did you know that although she was not credited by name, one of the executive producers of Buffy the Vampire Slayer was none other than Dolly Parton? Really. She had a production partnership (called Sandollar Entertainment) with Sandy Gallin, who had managed Dolly’s career. You gotta love it.

I wonder if that is why Buffy has the same birthday as Dolly? That’s January 19 for the uninformed, which, by the way, is also our mother’s birthday. Sometimes life just really makes perfect sense.

Antiques Roadshow

by chuckofish

I do love the Antiques Roadshow! Some people may like the treasure-hunt aspect of it, the maybe-I’ll-find-something-in-my-attic-and-I-can-retire quality of the show. But for me, it is wonderful to be reminded that other people value and have saved their family “heirlooms”. Frequently people say, when told the value of their “heirloom”, that it is not important since they will never sell it. That is a good thing.

What is an heirloom anyway? It is “a piece of property that descends to the heir as an inseparable part of an inheritance of real property.” Inseparable being the operative term.

On driving

by chuckofish

Road sign in Devon, England

As my sixteen year old son swerved violently drove around a sharp corner on a particularly scenic back road of northern NY (and I do mean northern), I remarked rather breathlessly that it was nice he didn’t have to learn to drive on the terrible narrow roads around his grandmother’s house in Devon, England. Tim, gripping the wheel more tightly said through gritted teeth, “yes, and our road signs are clearer too.” This put me in mind of one of our favorite English passtimes, namely finding strange road signs and attempting to interpret them.

What do you think this one means? Motorcycles should only jump over cars in order to get access to this road?

Then there’s the ever popular

I've really seen this

and the equally cryptic

but not this

Only the British…