dual personalities

And will this wind be so mighty as to lay low the mountains of the earth? *

by chuckofish

We’ve had some major wind storms in recent weeks — nothing like the tornadoes that they get in the Midwest, but destructive nonetheless. While I was away on my epic road-trip, one such storm dropped a tree right across the driveway at our cottage.

The same wind broke another tree, sending half squarely onto our newly finished sun-room.

Here’s another view.

Then it proceeded to rain for days and days, ruining the ceiling, walls, and floor of the room.

That’s an up-side-down boot rack with a foot-stool and antlers perched on top, in case you wondered. You can also see the leaking ceiling and sodden floor.

We finally got someone to put a tarp over the roof, so the leaking stopped, but we are still waiting for the insurance people to decide what the repairs are worth. It took weeks for the adjuster to come, but he had to drive all the way from Rochester, so the delay is (mostly) forgivable.

The whole episode has been something of a circus, what with driving back and forth, missed calls, and key exchanges, and we are frustrated to have the new work ruined. Yet, I know how lucky we are: the storm damaged camp, not home; no one was hurt, and we have insurance. It made me think about the devastation that wind causes.

Wind is scary.

“Voiceless it cries,
Wingless flutters,
Toothless bites,
Mouthless mutters.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Hobbit

Remember Joplin, Missouri?

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Unlike people who knowingly build houses in perilous locations vulnerable to flooding, mudslides, avalanches, or volcanoes, no one can avoid the wind. Next time you want to donate some money to a charity, you might consider giving to the Red Cross Tornado Relief Fund.

I know I will.

*”The End of the World” from Beyond the Fringe (1961).

Little feet along the floor

by chuckofish

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Daughter #2 asked me to find a vintage mother/daughter photo for her to post on Mother’s Day. I told her I would look. There are really very few and I’m sure the above example was not really what she had in mind.

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The other choices weren’t a whole lot better.

Oh well. It was sweet of her to ask.

Mother’s Day will be the highlight and raison d’être of the weekend. Daughter #1 is coming home and we will get together with the boy and his wee family for a barbecue on Saturday. Then on Sunday I’ll take the OM and daughter #1 to my faculty club for brunch/mimosas after church.

Lovely, lovely, lovely.

And to all the young mothers out there I say: don’t waste a minute complaining about being tired or bored or too busy. It all goes by in a flash and “there isn’t always someone who wants you singing to him or nibbling his ear or brushing his cheek with a dandelion blossom. Somebody who knows when you’re being silly, and laughs and laughs.” (Marilynne Robinson, Lila) Sooner than you can believe it, you’re a grandma and they’re giving you the side-eye, not so sure who this crazy lady is.

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So enjoy your kids. There is nothing like that feeling of being the most important person in the world to someone. It doesn’t last. They are God’s gift to you for a little while.

Have a great weekend. Call your mother!

 

E-I-E-I-O

by chuckofish

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To have grandchildren is not only to be given something but to be given something back.

You are given back something of your children’s childhood all those years ago. You are given back something of what it was like to be a young parent. You are given back something of your own childhood even, as on creaking knees you get down on the floor to play tiddlywinks, or sing about Old MacDonald and his farm, or watch Saturday morning cartoons till you’re cross-eyed.

It is not only your own genes that are part of your grandchildren but the genes of all sorts of people they never knew but who, through them, will play some part in times and places they never dreamed of. And of course along with your genes, they will also carry their memories of you into those times and places too—the afternoon you lay in the hammock with them watching the breezes blow, the face you made when one of them stuck out a tongue dyed Popsicle blue at you, the time you got a splinter out for one of them with the tweezers of your Swiss army knife. On some distant day they will hold grandchildren of their own with the same hands you once held them by as you searched the beach at low tide for Spanish gold.

In the meantime, they are the freshest and fairest you have. After you’re gone, it is mainly because of them that the earth will not be as if you never walked on it.

-Frederick Buechner, Beyond Words

[Love this “Portrait of Mrs Salisbury with her Grandchildren Edward and Elizabeth Bagot” by John Michael Wright, 1675-76. She was Welsh–thus the hat.]

What are you reading?

by chuckofish

Sometimes it seems I have nothing to read and sometimes I have piles of books demanding my attention. Feast or famine, you know? Right now I am in feast mode, having an abundance of reading material at my disposal. My DP gave me two Alan Furst novels for my birthday last month. I am currently reading The Polish Officer.

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While ploughing through that pile of 1940s New Yorker magazines, I became acquainted with Hamilton Basso, who was an associate editor there for twenty years. He also wrote 11 novels, The View From Pompey’s Head being the most well-known. It spent 40 weeks on The New York Times Bestseller List when it was published in 1954. I think they made it into a movie. Anyway, I bought a used copy online and am reading it now and enjoying it.

I also have books that have been given to me by people at work…

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…and books that I pick up at estate sales. I went to the used book sale last Saturday at Ladue Chapel, a prominent Presbyterian church in town, where I expected to find many treasures. However, I was disappointed with their selection. I did get a few things, including Nothing Daunted, the true story of two privileged Smith College grads who head west in 1911 and have their minds expanded by their experience teaching in a small Colorado school. I had been meaning to read it, so was happy to get a copy for 50 cents.

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Well, I have stacks of books to read, but no time to read them. In the evening I am just too tired. Quelle conundrum. I mean really.

It is also alarming to note that the year is speeding by with alarming alacrity! Classes will be ending soon! Zut alors!

Speaking of calendars, I loved this:

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Speaking of cartoonist, this about George Booth was interesting.

So what are you reading?

The Missouri Way

by chuckofish

Today is Truman Day in Missouri. It honors Harry S Truman, the only U.S. president who was born in Missouri.

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On April 25, 1947 Truman opened the first bowling alley at the White House. (What? No bowling shoes?)

State offices are closed in Missouri on Truman Day. However, schools, stores, post offices and other businesses and organizations are open and public transit services run to their regular schedules, so although I have lived here practically all my life, I never knew this was a holiday. Since daughter #1 works for the state of MO now, she has the day off, and that is how I found out about it.

You learn something new every day.

Truman did not change perceptibly when he became president. He still liked things the “Missouri way,” which extended to food served at the White House. I was not surprised to learn that Harry Truman was a “meat and potatoes” man–no arugula for him.

“Like the Roosevelts, the Trumans did not care for elaborate food, but, unlike their predecessors, they demanded it better-cooked. Mrs. Truman was a very good cook and she expected good cooking on her table…she brought with her to the White House Vietta Garr, the family cook from Independence, who would sometimes prepare special back-home dishes the family particularly liked…

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Vietta Garr and Leona Estes back in Missouri

The President’s breakfast menu remained nearly constant: orange juice, grapefruit, or tomato juice; hot cereal in winter and cold cereal other times; whole-wheat toast and milk–sometimes buttermilk. The staff had to learn how to make coffee for the Trumans…This attention to detail was typical of Bess Truman’s attitude toward food. She gained the reputation of serving the best of home-cooked food, even for guests…President Truman described himself as a “meat and potatoes man,” though he was actually a light eater…At one time when the White House was giving a luncheon for Prime Minister Churchill…the President ordered the menu…oyster soup, celery hearts, assorted olives, filet mignon with mushrooms, watermelon pickles, asparagus hollandaise, grilled tomatoes, hard rolls, hearts of lettuce salad with Roquefort dressing, strawberry shortcake…Special family “receipts” were guarded in the “Confidential File.”…Occasionally the Trumans would bring back from trips home to Missouri some sourghum molasses. It was a family favorite served on cornbread…Cornmeal Dumplings with Turnip Greens…was enjoyed many times at Truman family private suppers.”
—The Presidents’ Cookbook, Poppy Cannon and Patricia Brooks

Here is Bess Truman’s Ozark Pudding recipe. (This is the copy of the recipe as it was sent out to people who requested it. It comes from the Social Correspondence Office Files of the Truman Papers.)

1 egg
3/4 cup sugar
2 Tablespoons flour
1 and 1/4 teaspoons baking powder
1/8 teaspoon salt
1/2 cup chopped nuts
1/2 cup raw apples, finely chopped
1 teaspoon vanilla
Beat egg and sugar a long time until very smooth. Mix flour, baking powder, salt, and stir into sugar-egg mixture. Add apples, nuts, and vanilla. Bake in a buttered pie pan in a 350 degree over for 35 minutes. Serve with whipped cream or ice cream.

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What do you say we whip up some Ozark Pudding for Truman Day? Cornbread with sourghum molasses sounds pretty good to me as well…

Sing a song of sixpence

by chuckofish

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How was your weekend? Mine flew by. I was busy, busy with a social event, estate sale-ing, church–the usual–culminating with the wee babes’ visit on Sunday night.

We played in the grass.

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The wee laddie polished his soccer skills, while little Lottie practiced walking…

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They have mad skills. We had tacos and everyone was happy. The wee laddie liked his new engineer OshKosh overalls. Loose and unbinding–don’t we all wish we could wear them?

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After they all went home, we had a thunderstorm. Life is good.

And, by the way, how about jockey Mike Smith, the oldest rider in the field at 52 years old, winning the Kentucky Derby this year on Justify. Impressive. Also, I was glad to hear him thank his Lord and Savior Jesus Christ first thing after the win.

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AP photo

Let us go forth into the world,
rejoicing in the power of the Spirit.

Bad hair day or personal statement?

by chuckofish

Hairdo fashions come and go, and they are often quite terrible, but the recent (re)-emergence of the man bun invites comment. Thankfully, the style has not been widely adopted, though one does come across it. In fact, a recent visitor to my north country campus looked a lot like this man:

In a job applicant, the look felt a little aggressive, but he was a nice guy.  I find it difficult to interpret hair these days, since I gather that each detail sends a message to those in the know. It’s all about personal expression, right? Four thousand years ago the man bun signaled kingly power.

Sargon or Naram-Sin of Akkad (3rd millennium BC)

Japanese samurai sported a similar look, but with the added nuance of the shaved forehead.

One recognizes a certain practicality in the style. For the warrior or athlete, long locks can be dangerous. An opponent can grab loose hair and it can obstruct one’s view. The top-knot offers a practical solution to the problem for Welsh soccer star Gareth Bale.

Hair-styling and personal adornment have played important roles throughout history, and the media has misrepresented just about all of them. Remember Richard Basehart’s outstanding hair in Kings of the Sun?

I crown thee, King Bad-hair Shorty-shirt!

That is one mighty man-bun wig, and it’s gray, so we know that the character is wise. That hair added a certain je ne sais quoi to the film, but left leading man Yul Brynner wondering why he didn’t get an elaborate up-do.

where’s my big hair?

At least those designers attempted period accuracy (as they understood it anyway). Nowadays, they just do whatever they think looks cool, with quite outrageous results. Do they really think the Vikings looked like this?

Weren’t Vikings scary enough without the pseudo-Dreadlocks, shaved sides, and head tattoos? Apparently historical accuracy should not intrude on our entertainment.

The lesson in all of this? Don’t take personal  grooming too far. Keep the hair simple and classic, gentlemen. Let your good looks and personality shine for themselves. And keep laughing!

Just in case anyone wonders, this post evolved from my reaction to a photo I came across of a young Daniel Craig sporting a period hairdo in the 1996 Moll Flanders mini series.

Words fail me.

One thing led to another, and presto, here we are discussing bad hair.

*all photos found on Google image.

“Ah, but I was so much older then; I’m younger than that now.”*

by chuckofish

Do you have one of those friends who is always sending you jokes and strange pictures of nature from the internet? Well, I do too. Here is something he sent me that Will Rogers

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allegedly said about growing older …

1.   Eventually you will reach a point when you stop lying about your age and start bragging about it. 

2.  The older we get, the fewer things seem worth waiting in line for.

3.   Some people try to turn back their odometers.  Not me.  I want people to know ‘why’ I look this way.  I’ve traveled a long way, and some of the roads weren’t paved.

4.  When you are dissatisfied and would like to go back to your youth, think of algebra …

5.   You know you are getting old when everything either dries up or leaks.

6.   I don’t know how I got over the hill without getting to the top. 

7.   One of the many things no one tells you about aging is that it’s such a nice change from being young.

8.   One must wait until evening to see how splendid the day has been.

9.   Being young is beautiful, but being old is comfortable and relaxed.

10. Long ago, when men cursed and beat the ground with sticks, it was called witchcraft.  Today it’s called golf.

He makes some good points I think. Food for thought anyway.

This weekend I am going to go with “comfortable and relaxed.” I may go to an auction or I may stick to estate sales. I may clean the garage. Also, lest I forget, Pottery Barn is delivering a new sofa for our den on Saturday, so that will generate/necessitate some activity in that room. I do not buy “new” furniture very often, so comme c’est excitant!

Tonight is the preview party for the Print Fair at the Mercantile Library here in town.

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Old books, prints, wine, a silent auction–my kind of fun. On the other hand, the OM’s 45th high school reunion is this weekend, but I am begging off. I prefer to be comfortable and relaxed at home. Of course we’re never too chill to see the wee babes and their parents!

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And is there anything better than a picture of these two guys together?

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I think not. (Thanks to the @johnwayneofficial Instagram page.)

Have a good weekend!

*Bob Dylan, “My Back Pages”

Last man standing

by chuckofish

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We missed Willie Nelson’s birthday last weekend. He turned 85, so Garden & Gun made a playlist of 85 of his hits. Wow.

You may recall that Willie had a go at an acting career back in the late 1970s-early 1980s when he made a couple of pretty good movies: The Electric Horseman (1980), Honeysuckle Rose (1980), Barbarosa (1982). Things petered out though, probably because he lost interest–writing music and touring were where his real interests lay obviously. After that, he would appear with friends in movies and on television, and, no doubt, to make a quick buck, from time to time.

My favorite Willie Nelson acting effort is the “El Viejo” episode of Miami Vice (1986) where he plays an aging Texas Ranger bent on revenge. It’s a good one.

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I may watch it tonight.

Oh, and by the way…

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Way to go, Big Mike.

Curse you, Red Baron!

by chuckofish

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Today is the birthday of Manfred Albrecht Freiherr von Richthofen (May 2, 1892 – April 21, 1918), also known as the “Red Baron” and Snoopy’s nemesis.

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A fighter pilot with the German Air Force during WWI, he was considered the ace-of-aces of WWI, being officially credited with 80 air combat victories.

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The Red Baron’s all-red Fokker

Charles Schulz introduced Snoopy as the WWI Flying Ace in 1965, and over the decades the Flying Ace became one of Snoopy’s most recognizable personas.

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He was even on a stamp!

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I was always a Peanuts fan and I loved Snoopy as the WWI flyer. Our pater, whose own father had been a pilot in WWI, was also a fan. His father had been shot down and pulled from the wreckage of his plane by members of the Royal Tank Corps. Our father corresponded with one of them for many years.

Well, FYI, there is actually a new traveling exhibit called “Snoopy and the Red Baron” from the Charles M. Schulz Museum and Research Center in Santa Rosa, CA. It made it’s national debut at the Elmhurst History Museum–that’s in Elmhurst, Illinois in flyover country. It moves on to Virginia Beach, VA. in July. So if you’re interested, start planning your road trip!

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