dual personalities

A little Friday vent

by chuckofish

Is it Friday already?

Tonight the OM and I are loading up a rented truck with more stuff for daughter #1 and then driving it to Columbia tomorrow. Luckily the Mizzou freshmen moved in earlier in the week, so we are hoping we won’t run into too much traffic. When I checked to find out if this was the case (student arrival date) I found this:

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Check out that Electronics section. I must say times have changed since I moved into my college dorm back during the Punic Wars.

2012_gipe_Chapin_02.jpgI flew to Smith College from flyover country, so all I had were two duffel bags filled with clothes. I think I brought a clock

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and maybe one of these–

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(I never used it.) I didn’t even have a typewriter* when I was in college. My roommate and I shared a landline phone with other girls on our floor. There was a broken television set in the living room of our house. I didn’t watch tv for four years!

When my mother was a student at Middlebury College in Vermont back in the 1940s, she took the train. She sent her laundry home in a laundry bag on the train (in the mail?) for her mother to do back home in Worcester, Mass. And her mother sent her laundry back. She probably didn’t have a clock.

Ten years ago when my children were in college, times had changed, and I have no doubt my kids got tired of hearing about it. They had personal computers. However, daughter #1 is quick to remind me that she didn’t have a cell phone until she was a sophomore in college. Deprived, she was, deprived.

But really. Why do people go to college? To watch DVDs? Play computer games? In my day, we read books and studied! We spent a lot of time in the library.

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On the weekend we might go to a party, but during the week we studied. That was just the way it was.

Well, I didn’t mean to rant, and I know I sound like an old lady, but a little deprivation might do some college students a lot of good. You know what I mean?

Anyway, I hope I will get to see the wee babes this weekend. I can tell from pictures that they are getting bigger and growing hair since I last saw them a week ago!

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I wonder what college will be like in 2035? Maybe the twins won’t go to college. They’ll just be cowboys and ride the range…

Have a good weekend!

*A typewriter=one of these:

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Throwback Thursday

by chuckofish

Well, the dog-days of summer are upon us. Oh, to be back east in a nice cool lake. In this snapshot one little dual personality is treading water with two older cousins in Massachusetts back in the early 1960s.

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Sabrina fair,

Listen where thou art sitting

Under the glassy, cool, transluscent wave,

In twisted braids of lilies knitting

The loose train of thy amber-dropping hair;

Listen for dear honour’s sake,

Goddess of the silver lake,

Listen and save!

–John Milton, from Comus

By the way, I did watch Under the Rainbow (1981) the other night., As expected, it was not a great movie. A young subdued Chevy Chase and a skinny Carrie Fisher were under-whelming to say the least and the movie was amateurish, but there were some very funny sight gags involving “little people”–not to mention Asians–which today would be considered politically incorrect and definitely inappropriate. I have to admit, I laughed out loud once or twice.

 

Each mocking day

by chuckofish

Japonisme. William Merritt Chase (1849 - 1916) Japanese Print 1898

Silence again. The glorious symphony
Hath need of pause and interval of peace.
Some subtle signal bids all sweet sounds cease,
Save hum of insects’ aimless industry.
Pathetic summer seeks by blazonry
Of color to conceal her swift decrease.
Weak subterfuge! Each mocking day doth fleece
A blossom, and lay bare her poverty.
Poor middle-agèd summer! Vain this show!
Whole fields of golden-rod cannot offset
One meadow with a single violet;
And well the singing thrush and lily know,
Spite of all artifice which her regret
Can deck in splendid guise, their time to go!

–Helen Hunt Jackson, August

The painting is by William Merritt Chase (1849 – 1916)– “Japanese Print” (1898)

“There’s a storm blowin’ up – a whopper, to speak in the vernacular of the peasantry.”

by chuckofish

Seventy-eight years ago The Wizard of Oz (1939) premiered at the Grauman’s Chinese Theater.MPW-58072.jpeg

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I have always considered The Wizard of Oz to be one of the best movies ever made. It is definitely in my personal Top Five. It never disappoints.

Oh, but anyway, Toto, we’re home. Home! And this is my room, and you’re all here. And I’m not gonna leave here ever, ever again, because I love you all, and – oh, Auntie Em – there’s no place like home!

Everyone in this movie gives 100 percent. And this is still one of the scariest scenes ever.

You can watch it year after year and it never gets old. The test of a true classic.

Maybe I will watch it tonight. Or maybe this one:

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A Giant comedy–somehow I doubt it…

“The journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.”*

by chuckofish

Another weekend gone with the wind. I have been so busy lately, I sometimes don’t know whether I am coming or going. But I’m not complaining. My cup runneth over.

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I  had to include this photo from Friday night because it is so darn cute. I’m sorry I didn’t have one of the boy and the little guy in their dad and lad outfits–both were wearing Longboat Key t-shirts, blue shorts, mid-calf socks and gray Nikes. It was way too cute, even for this blog. I love the drool kerchief–it gives his outfit that cowboy je ne sais quoi.

On Saturday we got up early and packed up daughter #1’s new car.

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Then we waited around for the boy to come over 😤 and then we packed up his truck with furniture. (We didn’t fit everything in the monster truck so the OM and I will probably be heading back to Columbia next weekend, but what the heck.)

We set off in a mini convoy and made it to her new apartment by 10:30.

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#hillbillymovers (all due respect to hillbillys)

We unloaded and then headed off to Steak ‘N Shake ’cause we were mighty hungry (and we were not dressed for fine dining).

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Her t-shirt says: NOT TODAY SATAN.

Then we set up some of the stuff we had brought in her apartment.

IMG_2827.JPGWhat a difference from her tiny studio on the Upper West Side! Most of her stuff won’t arrive from NYC for a couple of weeks, but she’ll have plenty to do settling in and luxuriating in all the space, not to mention the lovely pool.

We left around 2:00 so the boy could be back for some lacrosse event he had to go to later. He is so busy and working so hard, it makes me tired thinking about it. Indeed, I fell asleep that night watching Sing (2016)

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On Sunday I went to church because I was reading–a long passage from I Kings 19: 9-18 which included:

Now there was a great wind, so strong that it was splitting mountains and breaking rocks in pieces before the Lord, but the Lord was not in the wind; and after the wind an earthquake, but the Lord was not in the earthquake; 12 and after the earthquake a fire, but the Lord was not in the fire; and after the fire a sound of sheer silence. 

So great to read! I came home and cleaned up my house which I had neglected in all the recent activity. I did laundry and thought of daughter #1 who has a washer/dryer room in her apartment for the first time. If you have ever done without them, you will never take for granted having ones of your own. I know I don’t.

I did manage a little R&R on the patio. And more Longmire.

It was a good weekend. Have a good week!

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*Lao Tzu

Moving time, part 2

by chuckofish

While my DP’s daughter was packing up her UWS apartment and moving back to her home state this week, my son #3 moved to Indiana. It was a hectic week. First, Tim had to find an apartment and sort out all the paperwork, etc. This was no mean task, even though the internet proved handy, but he got it done. Then there was the packing, which exhausted both man and beast.

conked out after a long day hauling boxes around

Next the specialist, the DH, with helpers Abbie, Tim, and yours truly, played UHaul tetris.

Is there room for a piano?

Finally, we played ‘capture the cat’, who seemed to sense her future incarceration and escaped at the first opportunity. Tim caught her but Eve wasn’t happy — and, gosh, she has sharp claws!

Not a happy camper…

When everyone was all set, they drove off, Tim in the UHaul and Abbie driving Eve in the still nameless car.

I’m delighted to say that they made it to Indiana in two days, and got the apartment squared away in record time. Tim starts work on Monday.

All this moving and organizing is inspiring. After they left, I started working on another box of letters that the DH found in the attic. This one is full of gems from the 1980s and — fair warning my nieces and nephews — some truly wonderful anecdotes about tiny children. And did I mention artistic juvenalia? I’m saving these for a future post, when everyone has settled into their new digs.

Have a wonderful week full of good adventures — you know what I mean, the stuff of which memories are made.

 

Well, I’ll be a brown-eyed beagle

by chuckofish

Another big weekend ahead! The OM and I will be driving to Columbia with daughter #1 in her new car and the boy in his new truck–both packed to the gills with her stuff.

Life in the fast lane, right?

Meanwhile, it is the “Summer Under the Stars” month on TCM, so each day the schedule is devoted to a different star. Tomorrow is John Wayne day, so set your DVRs!

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Screen Shot 2017-08-10 at 1.40.09 PM.pngHappy belated birthday to Snoopy whose birthday was yesterday. Perhaps you will recall that this was revealed in a comic strip on 8/10/1968. I did not remember that, even though I was a huge fan of Peanuts back in the day.

Speaking of birthdays, tomorrow is the birthday of one of our favorites, Mark Knopfler. He’s turning 68!

Mark has played with all the greats from Bob Dylan to Chet Atkins and Eric Clapton. He’s the greatest and we love him.

Have a good weekend! Listen to some good music, watch a good movie, read a good book, enjoy the great outdoors! Smell the pine in your nostrils.

This and that and border ruffians

by chuckofish

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Apparently ever since the little guy wore his Fredbird onesie the other day the Cardinals have been on a hitting streak.

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Coincidence? “If we could figure out what that key is, we’d never put the key away,” manager Mike Matheny said. “We’re fortunate to be riding it as long as we are, and there’s no reason to stop now.” (PD, 8/9/17)

Well, keep that onesie handy, Little Boy! The Cards are in second place!

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Onesie or RallyCat? You decide.

In memory of Glen Campbell, we thought we’d treat you to this montage of his variety show from the late sixties/early seventies. Remember The Glen Campbell Goodtime Hour? Steve Martin was one of the writers and the Smothers Brothers were frequent guests. It was pretty darn hip. I was a big fan.

I was in the eighth grade and I had a major crush (okay, minor crush) on Glen’s banjo player Larry McNeely, who was very shy and so cute.

He never spoke, but, boy, could he play!

Daughter #1 is now back in flyover country. She bid farewell to NYC yesterday and had drinks at Bemelmans Bar at the Carlyle Hotel on Tuesday night.

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Screen Shot 2017-08-09 at 2.12.41 PM.pngBy the way, on this day in 1821 President James Monroe issued a proclamation which concluded with the words: “The admission of the said State of Missouri into this Union is declared to be complete.” Behind that declaration lay years of struggle and a series of complicated maneuvers designed to maintain the delicate balance of power between the free states and those which permitted slavery.

In case you were wondering, the state is named for the Missouri River, which was named after the indigenous Missouri Indians. They were called the ouemessourita (wimihsoorita), meaning “those who have dugout canoes”.

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Thomas Hart Benton, of course

So have a happy and productive Thursday! The weekend is almost here!

The thing to do or Ewa-yea! my little owlet!

by chuckofish

a1b37e48335d670173b40d9cebd6d37c.jpgLast week when daughter #1 was home for a few days and we were sitting out in the Florida room on an unseasonably cool evening, we saw a huge owl swoop down and fly through our yard. He perched on the neighbor’s basketball hoop and we sat and watched him.

After awhile he swooped down again into the grass where he sat for a bit. We couldn’t see if he had caught some poor unfortunate creature. From a distance and in the near dark he looked like a big chicken on the ground. We went outside to get a closer look, but he flew off.

It was an awesome experience. I have been out several evenings since then but I haven’t seen the owl again. I have heard some hooting, but that is all. Anyway, this all reminded me of this bit from Hiawatha’s Childhood:

When he heard the owls at midnight,

Hooting, laughing in the forest,

‘What is that?” he cried in terror,

“What is that,” he said, “Nokomis?”

And the good Nokomis answered:

“That is but the owl and owlet,

Talking in their native language,

Talking, scolding at each other.

Then the little Hiawatha

Learned of every bird its language,

Learned their names and all their secrets,

How they built their nests in Summer,

Where they hid themselves in Winter,

Talked with them whene’er he met them,

Called them “Hiawatha’s Chickens.”

–Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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By the way, on the way home from work yesterday I had to stop my car as a doe bounded across Warson Road. Three little fawns came crashing out of the woods following their mother one after the other.  None of them stopped to look both ways.

So much nature in such a short time!

At the door on summer evenings
Sat the little Hiawatha;
Heard the whispering of the pine-trees,
Heard the lapping of the waters,
Sounds of music, words of wonder;
‘Minne-wawa!” said the pine-trees,
Mudway-aushka!” said the water.
Saw the fire-fly, Wah-wah-taysee,
Flitting through the dusk of evening,
With the twinkle of its candle
Lighting up the brakes and bushes,
And he sang the song of children,
Sang the song Nokomis taught him:
“Wah-wah-taysee, little fire-fly,
Little, flitting, white-fire insect,
Little, dancing, white-fire creature,
Light me with your little candle,
Ere upon my bed I lay me,
Ere in sleep I close my eyelids!”

The illustration from Hiawatha’s Childhood is by N.C. Wyeth.)

“Nothing for nothing, kid.”

by chuckofish

The other night I watched Dead End (1937) which I had not seen in years. I was quite struck by it. Based on the Sidney Kingsley play, the screenplay is by Lillian Hellman and it is directed by William Wyler. dead-end.jpgIt stars Joel McCrea, Sylvia Sidney and Humphrey Bogart, who are all first-rate, especially Bogart who is remarkably vulnerable as the vicious gangster whose heart is broken twice in one day.

Furthermore, the character actors really impressed me. Marjorie Main (Bogart’s mother) and Claire Trevor (Bogart’s former girlfriend)

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each have one scene and they steal them impressively. The young boys in the movie are all good too–they must have impressed someone, as they got their own movie franchise–the Dead End Kids–as a result.

It’s a simple story about haves and have-nots, which takes place in an East Side slum, overlooked by the high-rise apartments of the rich.  Although nobody is preaching anything, we all get the point. It is realistic and gritty and violent–but the grit and the violence are mostly inferred, suggested…

Hugh “Baby Face”: Why didn’t you get a job?

Francey: They don’t grow on trees.

Hugh “Baby Face”: Why didn’t you starve first?

Francey: Why didn’t YOU?

A strong screenplay, a great director and a terrific cast equals a classic movie that never becomes dated, because the feelings that are evoked are still the same eighty years later.

By the way, today is Sylvia Sidney’s birthday, so why not toast her, and, if you have the chance, watch this fine film!