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Let all things seen and unseen/ Their notes in gladness blend,

by chuckofish

For Christ the Lord hath risen,
Our joy that hath no end.
*

How was your weekend? We had a glorious (but windy) Saturday, followed by a rainy Sunday–par for the course this spring. Daughter #1 came home and we went to the Sappington House Country Craft Festival where we walked around their lovely grounds, checked out their library and perused the craft booths.

Junior fiddlers tuning up

We moved on to a couple of estate sales. Daughter #1 found a nice little “brown” table and when one of the guys helped us move it to my car, he asked, “Which car is yours?” I said, “The little green car over there.” “Oh, the Mini Coop!” he replied. “I remember you ladies! Have a blessed day.” Yes, we are that Mother-Daughter pair in the Mini Coop. My day was made.

We spent the remainder of the afternoon on the patio soaking up the vitamin D under the umbrella, which, thankfully, did not blow over.

We went to church on Sunday and heard a good sermon on shame from the text, Genesis 18:9-15. After church we celebrated my birthday (again) with a breakfast casserole and cake…

and more presents…

We played inside…

…but we also managed to spend some time outside…

We found a good spot for my new elephant…

Then everyone went home and I caught up with daughter #2 on FT.

Are those baby Crocs not the cutest?

Meanwhile, continuing on my theme of watching Akira Kurosawa films, I watched The Hidden Fortress (1958) last week, which stars Toshiro Mifune and Misa Uehara as the princess. The story follows two unlucky and rather stupid peasants who seemingly cannot do anything right. Bickering constantly, they end up in the middle of a war and become pivotal in helping a princess get over the border to safety in Hayakawa. Of course, Toshiro Mifune is there as the general tasked to escort the princess and do all the heavy lifting and thinking. The princess herself is a very interesting character–smart, dignified, courageous, kind, and beautiful. The bond forged between her and the bondswoman she saves is quite touching. (Boy, you can have all your Disney princesses–this is a great princess.)

There is a lot of action and we get to see Toshiro do some great stunt riding– standing in the stirrups and wielding a sword with both hands while screaming the Japanese version of a rebel yell. It doesn’t get much better than that.

A lot has been written about George Lucas being heavily influenced by this movie when developing Star Wars. This is not surprising since everything he has ever done is derivative of something else. (He has said that R2D2 and C3PO are based on the two peasants.) You can argue that Kurosawa was derivative of John Ford–okay. But the bottom line is that this is a very entertaining and insightful film. It also has something significant to say about kindness (what an overworked word these days) and friendship. The princess learns a lot and she isn’t ashamed to say so. Even on the verge of being beheaded, she can say:

I have enjoyed the journey. The happiness of these days, I would have never known living in the castle. I’ve seen people as they are, without pretense. I’ve seen their beauty and their ugliness with my own eyes.

Great, great movie–check it out. You can rent it on Amazon Prime or watch it here.

P.S. We also watched Paul Blart: Mall Cop II (2015)–one of our low-brow favorites. The OM was riveted, but apparently unamused. Sorry (not sorry) Kevin James is a laugh riot.

*The Day of Resurrection, John of Damascus, 749, tr. by John M. Neale, 1862

Let’s take another crazy trip around the sun

by chuckofish

What profit has the worker from that in which he labors? 10 I have seen the God-given task with which the sons of men are to be occupied. 11 He has made everything beautiful in its time. Also He has put eternity in their hearts, except that no one can find out the work that God does from beginning to end.

12 I know that nothing is better for them than to rejoice, and to do good in their lives, 13 and also that every man should eat and drink and enjoy the good of all his labor—it is the gift of God.

–Ecclesiastes 3:10-13

I realize it may seem trite and simplistic to say, but having had cancer followed immediately by the Covid pause, I know that it is important to wake up every morning and rejoice for the new day. It is important to live your life without fear and without anxiety. And I also know, along with Kenny Chesney, that “the second coming’s coming; it’s right around the bend.” So hang on.

Tomorrow is my birthday, so I’ve been thinking about that and I’m grateful to have taken another crazy trip around the sun! I hope to take many more.

I go to a church now where we all raise our hands in praise and blessing at the end of each service and it brings the tears to my eyes every time. We live coram deo–“before the face of God.” Indeed, our privileged purpose as Christians is to live humbly under God’s authority and to live joyfully to His glory.*

So count it all joy, my brethren, when you meet various trials, and know that it’s all good. Love your families and hold them close, stay loyal to your old friends, and don’t be afraid to try something new!

Glory! Glory! This I sing—

by chuckofish

Today is the birthday of precious daughter #2!

We wish we could celebrate with her today, but we look forward to seeing her in May when she and Katiebelle are planning to visit. Daughter #2 did a fantastic job of filling in for me on the blog while I was traveling and I thank her. We managed, as usual, to keep our running text thread going throughout the week and she kept us up-to-date on Katie’s progress at daycare.

Be assured we will toast her tonight! (While we’re at it, we’ll toast Loretta Lynn who turns 90 today!)

This was a very interesting article. The author relates Saint Paul’s run-in with the mob in Ephesus to the screaming, wall-pounding, and chanting Yale students who shut down a scheduled speaker in March. “Free speech is not a virtue, because much of it is not virtuous. But free speech is necessary to a pluralistic society.” Amen.

I was happy to see that the National Cowboy and Western Heritage Museum taped the award ceremony at the gala event last Saturday night. I especially appreciated seeing Kurt Russell accept the award for his father Bing Russell who was inducted into the Hall of Fame.

There is a brief video about Bing where they talk about his life (He was from Vermont and went to Dartmouth!) and his career in baseball and the movies/television. However, they never mention that Bing was the guy that gets murdered at the beginning of Rio Bravo (1959) and gets the whole ball rolling. Neither do they mention that he’s there at the beginning of The Magnificent Seven (1960) or that he’s the poor dude who has his leg amputated without anesthesia in The Horse Soldiers (1959).

When I think of Bing Russell, I think of those great movies, not his recurring role on Bonanza!

Anyway, Kurt is very gracious and I love the end, where he gives this parting shot: “You guys are great. And if there’s ever a moment in your life–which I just feel some of the time and energy in this room–where you think that your values and your ways are not being listened to or in some way are forgotten, I promise you that’s not true.”

Finally, happy Easter. I hope you all have a wonderful weekend. Watch Ben-Hur (1959). Go to church!

Glory! Glory! This I sing—
Nothing but the blood of Jesus,
All my praise for this I bring—
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.

–Robert Lowry, 1876

In him we live and move and have our being

by chuckofish

Yesterday I caught up on all the stuff I do to keep the home fires burning. However, I also caught up on a new puzzle I was working on before I left and that took up an alarming amount of time.

Zut alors!

Tonight we will toast per usual our January 19th birthday girls–our mother…

and Dolly Parton,

who share a birthday with the fictional character Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Our three favorite role models.

This was an interesting article about the problem with leaving the Church. “We can’t comprehend the love of Christ individually. There may be a time to leave the local congregation but never a time to leave the church.”

Genesis 1.21: like I always say about elephants, evolution cannot begin to explain whales.

This is wonderful. (Thank you, Anne.)

And I loved this scene from the book of Acts (17: 22-31) which I read in my daily reading:

So Paul, standing in the midst of the Areopagus, said: “Men of Athens, I perceive that in every way you are very religious.  For as I passed along and observed the objects of your worship, I found also an altar with this inscription: ‘To the unknown god.’ What therefore you worship as unknown, this I proclaim to you.  The God who made the world and everything in it, being Lord of heaven and earth, does not live in temples made by man, nor is he served by human hands, as though he needed anything, since he himself gives to all mankind life and breath and everything.  And he made from one man every nation of mankind to live on all the face of the earth, having determined allotted periods and the boundaries of their dwelling place, that they should seek God, and perhaps feel their way toward him and find him. Yet he is actually not far from each one of us, for

“‘In him we live and move and have our being’;

as even some of your own poets have said,

“‘For we are indeed his offspring.’

 Being then God’s offspring, we ought not to think that the divine being is like gold or silver or stone, an image formed by the art and imagination of man. The times of ignorance God overlooked, but now he commands all people everywhere to repent, because he has fixed a day on which he will judge the world in righteousness by a man whom he has appointed; and of this he has given assurance to all by raising him from the dead.”

When I was going through an old file, I found this New Yorker cartoon, torn out of a magazine in 1979.

Don’t forget to stop and look out the window today (but brush your hair first). There is a lot of Life going on out there: squirrels and birds and weather and the UPS man stopping by.

A few toasts and a birthday

by chuckofish

Today is the 248th anniversary of the Boston Tea Party. You remember–when members of the Sons of Liberty dressed up like Mohawk Indians and dumped hundreds of crates of tea into Boston harbor as a protest against the Tea Act. A toast to these domestic terrorists of yore!

It is also the 210th anniversary of the first two in a series of four severe earthquakes which occurred in the vicinity of New Madrid, Missouri. The New Madrid zone experienced four of the largest North American earthquakes in recorded history, with moment magnitudes estimated to be as large as 7.0 or greater, all occurring within a 3-month period between December 1811 and February 1812. At New Madrid, trees were knocked down and riverbanks collapsed. This event shook windows and furniture in Washington, DC, rang bells in Richmond, Virginia, sloshed well water and shook houses in Charleston, South Carolina, and knocked plaster off of houses in Columbia, South Carolina. In Jefferson, Indiana, furniture moved, and in Lebanon, Ohio, residents fled their homes. There was renewed concern in the 1990s of imminent earthquake activity and I remember putting away my antique china for fear it might be broken. We may have had some water in reserve in the basement too as a precaution…but nothing happened and I don’t worry about such things anymore.

Today is also the birthday of George Santayana (1863-1952), philosopher, essayist, novelist, poet, and legendary Harvard professor. Here is one of his poems, A Toast, in keeping with the situation:

See this bowl of purple wine,

Life-blood of the lusty vine!

All the warmth of summer suns

In the vintage liquid runs,

All the glow of winter nights

Plays about its jewel lights,

Thoughts of time when love was young

Lurk its ruby drops among,

And its deepest depths are dyed

With delight of friendship tried.

Worthy offering, I ween,

For a god or for a queen,

Is the draught I pour to thee,–

Comfort of all misery,

Single friend of the forlorn,

Haven of all beings born,

Hope when trouble wakes at night,

And when naught delights, delight.

Holy Death, I drink to thee;

Do not part my friends and me.

Take this gift, which for a night

Puts dull leaden care to flight,

Thou who takest grief away

For a night and for a day.

I will be toasting my dual personality on Saturday, because it is her birthday.

Here is a snapshot of the siblings a week after her 2nd birthday on Christmas morning. Our brother is 9, she is 2 and I am 4 1/2. I loved the dress I was wearing. Another girl in my class had it and I felt very cool. In fact, there might have been three of us in my small junior kindergarten class with that dress. It was red. The things that stay in your mind!

Anyway, here’s to my lovely and much-loved sister on her birthday.

(Long distance toasting!)

Now it’s time for tree-trimming…

The painting at the top is by Ernest Lawson (1873 – 1939) who studied at the Art Students League, New York, with J. Alden Weir and John Twachtman, and later in Paris at the Académie Julien. Upon his return to the United States he produced his famous impressionistic urban landscapes that linked him to the Ashcan school.

“Holy Jesus, ev’ry day keep us in the narrow way”*

by chuckofish

Well, as you’ve no doubt heard, we had quite a storm on Friday night in our neck of the woods. We were watching the Alistair Sim A Christmas Carol (1951) when the tornado sirens went off. We quickly paused our movie and tuned in to the local news where the weather dudes were very excited. We listened attentively and when they said seek shelter in your basement, we did so. We have learned through the years not to mess around. Eventually we came back upstairs and finished our movie, but we did have quite a windy night and there was a lot of detritus in our yard in the morning. Also, daughter # 1’s car was damaged in our driveway.

However, the real damage occurred across the river in Illinois…

…and, of course, in Kentucky.

Very scary indeed. In the Midwest, we never underestimate the wrath and power of nature.

On a happier note, the wee twins came over on Saturday afternoon so we could give them their birthday present, which was a joint present from daughters #1 and #2, DN, Pappy and Mamu.

“It’s a Raptor!” cried the wee Bud. They both took it for a spin and then he just wanted to park it in the garage where he inspected every inch of it (under the hood, how the tailgate worked, etc.).

He then proceeded to load the flatbed up with items from the garage.

(Just like Daddy’s)

Lottie went inside (it was cold) and enjoyed wearing her unicorn headband (which I had bought at the Dollar Store) and played with the old nativity set. The Bud came in too after awhile and they played inside, before he got up the nerve to drive it again, which he did like a pro.

Human beings are amazing, aren’t they? I mean, a five-year old who weighs 28 lbs. can actually handle driving a battery-powered vehicle on the road around the cul de sac and into the driveway like Steve McQueen. Later Lottie decided she would try too and she drove and waved simultaneously like the Queen.

As you know I am reading the book of Luke, one chapter a day, through December. This weekend I read chapters 11 and 12, and let me tell you, they left me shaking in my boots like the Scarecrow in front of the Wizard of Oz. Let your loins be girded about, and your lights burning…

This weekend surely reminded us that, although we humans are pretty amazing, we are not in control.

We are never in control. “Ye hypocrites, ye can discern the face of the sky and of the earth; but how is it that ye do not discern this time?”

“No one ever said that you would live to see the repercussions of everything you do, or that you have guarantees, or that you are not obliged to wander in the dark, or that everything will be proved to you and neatly verified like something in science. Nothing is: at least nothing that is worthwhile. I didn’t bring you up only to move across sure ground. I didn’t teach you to think that everything must be within our control or understanding. Did I? For, if I did, I was wrong. If you won’t take a chance, then the powers you refuse because you cannot explain them, will, as they say, make a monkey out of you.”

__Mark Helprin, Winter’s Tale

Trust God. Keep in the narrow way.

*Hymn #226, William Chatterton Dix, 1860

“Crown him as your Captain”*

by chuckofish

We celebrated daughter #1’s birthday by going to our favorite winery in Hillsboro. Now that we are experts, we know what to bring and how to set up for a picnic.

Accommodations were made for the small fry.

Pappy and the wee laddie went for a walk to check out the excavator down the hill and the pond around the bend.

When we had enough lovely sunshine and live music (and wine)…

…we packed up…

…and headed back to our flyover hometown where we ate “donut cake” and Aunt Mary opened presents.

It was a fun day.

I went to church in the morning after daughter #1 headed back to mid-MO. I was reminded once again that worship is a restorative act. It really is. Our clergy team is starting a new sermon series on the Letter to the Romans and I am looking forward to it. No one does exegesis like the Presbyterians.

For I am not ashamed of the gospel, because it is the power of God that brings salvation to everyone who believes: first to the Jew, then to the Gentile. For in the gospel the righteousness of God is revealed—a righteousness that is by faith from first to last, just as it is written: “The righteous will live by faith.”

Romans 1:16-17

In closing I encourage you to watch this video about a fine young man who lost his life on 9/11 helping to save people in the south tower. He reminds me of the boy, a lacrosse player who had an eerily similar name and the same initials. (Kleenex essential)

Have a good week. Pray that you might bring glory to God in thought, word and deed.

In your hearts enthrone him; there let him subdue

All that is not holy, all that is not true;

Crown him as your Captain in temptation’s hour:

Let his will enfold you in its light and pow’r.

–Hymn #163, Caroline M. Noel, 1870

“Little by little, the look of the land changes by the men we admire.”*

by chuckofish

Recently I watched the movie Hud (1963) for the first time in a long time. I was really impressed. Based on a book by Larry McMurtry (his first), it is directed by Martin Ritt and stars Paul Newman, Brandon de Wilde, Melvyn Douglas and Patricia Neal.

It’s a story about people and relationships. There are no explosions, no psychopaths, no CG special effects. It’s kind of a perfect movie in that it is a good story, well-written, beautifully filmed in black and white by James Wong Howe and intelligently directed. The actors are all pros–even 20-year old de Wilde had been acting for 10 years–well cast and believable in their roles.

Patricia Neal, who won a Best Actress Oscar for her part as Alma and who is not a favorite of mine, is really good. Paul Newman is terrific.

The only problem I had was that Newman, who plays a “cold-hearted bastard,” cannot really play one. I think you are supposed to admire his father (Melvyn Douglas)–and you do–but when his father asks him how he ever ended up with a son like Hud, you see pain register in Hud’s eyes. When Hud says sarcastically, “My momma used to love me, but she died,” you can’t help feel the probable truth in the statement.

You’re also supposed to sympathize with the de Wilde character, Hud’s nephew, who comes to realize what a “cold-hearted bastard” his hero is, and cheer him on as he leaves home at the end. But I felt sorry for Hud.

According to IMDB, Newman’s intention was to play the part as a bad guy, and he was later stunned that so many young moviegoers had a poster of Hud and viewed him as their hero. This is the main failure of the movie I think and also what makes it memorable. Well, I’ll have to read the book and see what McMurtry was trying to say.

Anyway, I am kind of in the mood to revisit some more Paul Newman films from his heyday in the 1960s. He really was something.

The Elmer Bernstein score is also excellent.

I also watched Ten Who Dared (1960), a Disney movie from the olden days, which I originally saw on the Sunday night “Wonderful World Of Disney” show.

The film, starring John Beal, Brian Keith, Ben Johnson et al, tells the true story of Major John Wesley Powell, who in 1869 is sent by the U.S. government to map and chart the Colorado River region. Powell is a geologist and ex-Union Army Major who lost a hand in the Civil War. He needs assistants but trustworthy skilled men are hard to find after the war. The Major has to accept any volunteer he can find and he assembles a diverse team of nine men. The movie is full of action and beautiful scenery–like most Disney movies of that era. I loved those movies back in the day–movies without an agenda beyond teaching about another fascinating footnote to American history. As a result, I learned, as a child, about the one-handed John Wesley Powell, trilobites and Andersonville Prison, among other things. Back in the day, Disney set kids up to enjoy history and fostered a lifelong interest in learning.

(I rented it on Amazon Prime. The print is not great, but I did not care. It was just fun to see it again. There are other such Disney movies available to rent on Prime, ones that Disney Plus does not include.)

I will note that Saturday is the OM’s birthday. We will toast Pappy and order pizza and hope that his grandchildren do not start pushing random buttons. We will have cake. Even though he already got his big present, there will be a few more to unwrap.

Circa 2000

And this is a good reminder for all of us. “There is no circumstance in which God has nothing for us to do, no situation in which we cannot be faithful to his calling on our lives. He calls none of us to uselessness and calls none of us to another man’s life or ministry. He calls each of us to be obedient in the context he has ordained for us.”

*Homer Bannon in “Hud”

“Would you like to swing on a star/ Carry moonbeams home in a jar”*

by chuckofish

I do love a three day weekend!

I will note that yesterday was Clint Eastwood’s 91st birthday. Do you have a favorite Clint Eastwood movie? Well, do you, Punk? I actually do not, but this one will do.

We watched Run Silent, Run Deep (1958) in honor of Memorial Day. It is my favorite submarine movie and features a great performance by Clark Gable. Don Rickles is also in the movie. (He actually served in the U.S. Navy during World War II, on a motor torpedo boat tender.)

This article makes a strong point. “And in this way we see the challenge before us. There may have been times in the past when it took concerted effort to see and experience immorality; today it takes concerted effort to avoid seeing it. “

Tomorrow I am taking a few days off and heading east to visit daughter #2 and this little gal.

We will be celebrating her first birthday! Unbelievable, c’est vrai?

My heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky:
So was it when my life began;
So is it now I am a man;
So be it when I shall grow old,
Or let me die!
The Child is father of the Man;
And I could wish my days to be
Bound each to each by natural piety.

–William Wordsworth

Wish me luck on my travels. I haven’t flown since 2018. Yikes.

*Johnny Burke / Jimmy Van Heusen

“Baby sister, I was born game and I intend to go out that way.”

by chuckofish

Tomorrow is the birthday of John Wayne (1907-1979), so I thought another Pop Quiz was in order. Can you name the movie from which each J.W. quotation below comes? List your answers in the Comments section and I’ll post the answers later today.

Well, I used to be a good cowhand. But, things happen.

You’re not quite “Army” yet, miss… or you’d know never to apologize… it’s a sign of weakness.

Pilgrim, hold it. I said you, Valance; *you* pick it up.

SADDLE UP.

Get a shovel and my Bible. I’ll read over him.

The Apaches, sir, are neither to the north nor the east. Nor are they in their encampment. But if you’da been watching the dust swirls to the south, like most of us, you’d see that they’re right there! [points to the Apaches coming over the rise]

–Always liked that poem too. Makes me wanna…

–Ride, boldly ride? Well, it don’t work out that way.

Listen Brick, for years I’ve been taking your fatherly advice, and it’s never been any good. So from now on, I’m strictly a one man band!

Injun will chase a thing till he thinks he’s chased it enough. Then he quits. Same way when he runs. Seems like he never learns there’s such a thing as a critter that’ll just keep comin’ on. So we’ll find ’em in the end, I promise you. We’ll find ’em. Just as sure as the turnin’ of the earth.

–You’re a rich man, Burdette… big ranch, pay a lot of people to do what you want ’em to do. And you got a brother. He’s no good but he’s your brother. He committed twenty murders you’d try and see he didn’t hang for ’em.

–I don’t like that kinda talk. Now you’re practically accusing me…

–Let’s get this straight. You don’t like? I don’t like a lot of things. I don’t like your men sittin’ on the road bottling up this town. I don’t like your men watching us, trying to catch us with our backs turned. And I don’t like it when a friend of mine offers to help and twenty minutes later he’s dead! And i don’t like you, Burdette, because you set it up.

If you say “three,” mister, you’ll never hear the man count “ten.”

Well, Perlie, you old hayshaker… looks like you got me…

I won’t be wronged, I won’t be insulted, and I won’t be laid a hand on. I don’t do these things to other people, and I require the same from them.

P.S. In other news, yesterday was the 80th birthday of one of my other heroes, Bob Dylan.

God loves you and I love you, Bob. Happy birthday! Did you know that there is an Institute for Bob Dylan Studies at the University of Tulsa? Neither did I. Anyway, I feel a good long BD sing-a-long coming on. I contain multitudes.

Today, by the way, is the birthday of Ralph Waldo Emerson (May 25, 1803 – April 27, 1882) and I will toast him tonight. Have a great day and “write it on your heart that every day is the best day of the year…”