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Happy birthday, Lew Wallace

by chuckofish

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Lewis Wallace (April 10, 1827 – February 15, 1905) was an American lawyer, Union General in the Civil War, territorial governor and statesman, politician, and author. Wallace served as governor of the New Mexico Territory at the time of the Lincoln County War. He put the squeeze on Billy the Kid! 

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To me, he is a fine example of the classic American male: soldier, statesman, spiritual guy, and author of a best-selling novel! And he was from Indiana. And he wrote this:

“Men speak of dreaming as if it were a phenomenon of night and sleep. They should know better. All results achieved by us are self-promised, and all self-promises are made in dreams awake. Dreaming is the relief of labor,the wine that sustains us in act. We learn to love labor, not for itself, but for the opportunity it furnishes for dreaming, which is the great under-monotone of real life, unheard, unnoticed, because of its constancy. Living is dreaming. Only in the graves are there no dreams.” 

Wallace started writing after the war, and while serving as governor, he completed his second novel. This one made him famous–Ben-Hur: A Tale of the Christ (1880). It became the best-selling American novel of the 19th century, surpassing Harriet Beecher Stowe’s Uncle Tom’s Cabin. The book has never been out of print and has been adapted for film four times. 

In his autobiography he recounted a life-changing journey and conversation in 1875 with Colonel Robert G. Ingersoll, whom he met on a train. During the journey Ingersoll, a well-known agnostic, quizzed Wallace about the history and ideas of Christ. Wallace realized during the conversation how little he knew about Christianity. He wrote, “I was ashamed of myself, and make haste now to declare that the mortification of pride I then endured…ended in a resolution to study the whole matter.” Writing about Christianity helped him become clear about his own ideas and beliefs. Wallace developed the novel Ben-Hur from his studies. The historian Victor Davis Hanson has argued that the novel drew from Wallace’s life, particularly his experiences at Shiloh, and the damage it did to his reputation. The book’s main character, Judah Ben-Hur, accidentally causes injury to a high-ranking commander, for which he and his family suffer tribulations and calumny. He first seeks revenge and then redemption. (Wallace may have felt bitterly toward U.S. Grant, but I hardly think he modeled the character of Messala after him.) Well, Wallace may have worked through a few personal issues, but writing can do that.

After Wallace retired home to Indiana, he built himself a wonderful writing study. (I want one too!)

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His home in Crawfordsville, Indiana is on my bucket list of places I want to visit. I have been to Crawfordsville  (known as the “Athens of Indiana”) and to Wabash College, but I have not been to his home (yet).

Wallace also liked to write under his favorite tree, known fondly as “the Ben-Hur Beech”.

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I am with you, Lew!

“I know what I should love to do – to build a study; to write, and to think of nothing else. I want to bury myself in a den of books. I want to saturate myself with the elements of which they are made, and breathe their atmosphere until I am of it. Not a bookworm, being which is to give off no utterances; but a man in the world of writing – one with a pen that shall stop men to listen to it, whether they wish to or not.” 
― Lew Wallace

By the way, it is that time of year again–almost time to watch the 1959 version of Ben-Hur! I can’t wait!  But I will wait for daughter #1 to come home and watch it with me Easter weekend!

R.I.P. Mickey Rooney

by chuckofish

Well, Mickey Rooney has died–at age 93–one of the last of the great Hollywood stars.

Interestingly, he was born Joseph Yule, Jr., the son of a Scotsman and his American wife who hailed from Kansas City, MO. His parents were both in vaudeville and he began performing at the age of 17 months as part of his parents’ routine, wearing a specially tailored tuxedo.

So the freckle-faced, red-haired kid was not even Irish. Go figure.

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Love Finds Andy Hardy 1938

I have never been a particular fan of Mickey Rooney, but it is undeniable that he was a very talented and hugely successful star. He always gave 100% and seemed to enjoy what he was doing. In 1939 he was the biggest box office draw–more popular than Clark Gable or Errol Flynn or Cary Grant.

And what a long career! He kept working throughout his long life–he was even in a Full House episode. Remember Mr. Dreghorn in the classic Christmas episode “Arrest Ye Merry Gentlemen”?

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He was a trouper.

Into paradise may the angels lead thee and at thy coming may the martyrs receive thee, and bring thee into the holy city Jerusalem. (BCP, Burial of the Dead, Rite I)

Buon giorno, Principessa!

by chuckofish

The game starts now. You have to score one thousand points. If you do that, you take home a tank with a big gun. Each day we will announce the scores from that loudspeaker. The one who has the fewest points will have to wear a sign that says “Jackass” on his back. There are three ways to lose points. One, turning into a big crybaby. Two, telling us you want to see your mommy. Three, saying you’re hungry and want a snack.

My movie pick for this week is Life is Beautiful (1997)–written, directed and starring Roberto Benigni.

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“La Vita e Bella” is a wonderful movie about the power of love to overcome evil. It is one of my all-time favorite movies. I took my two older children to see it because I thought it illustrated, better than any other movie, the absurdity of the Holocaust and the dementia of the Nazis. The story is like a dream or a fairy tale and those critics who said it “trivialized” the Holocaust are crazy. I loved the central characters, the Italian family of Guido, Dora and Joshua. Their story is a personal tragedy which illustrates vividly the larger one. The lengths to which Guido goes to shield and protect his son are amazing, but relatable. His gentile wife, who chooses to go to a camp because that is where her husband and son are, rather than stay “safe” at home, I can identify with. I cried and cried at the end of this film, while Sophie’s Choice left me cold and hating the characters.

You will laugh until you cry and then you will cry for real. Great, great movie.

Here’s a bit of movie trivia for you: The wonderful actor who played the little boy (Giorgio Cantarini) has only appeared in two motion pictures. In both of these movies the actor playing his father won an Academy Award for best actor in a leading role. Can you name the other actor besides Roberto Benigni?

P.S. I always wanted my husband to call me Principessa.

What ever happened to predictability?*

by chuckofish

I have had a very busy week so today we are just going to ask the burning question: “Have you been watching Dancing With the Stars?”

I admit it–I have (it’s not like there’s anything else to watch on Monday night), and I must say there are a lot of good dancers this season.

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Those Olympic skaters are awesome. And what about the Paralympian girl with the prosthetic legs? She is really awesome!

But I have to say I am rooting for Candace Cameron Bure, aka D.J. Tanner.

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My kids grew up watching Full House (1987–1995)

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and daughter #1 always identified with Donna Jo Tanner, the oldest sister, who was a type-A good girl with big hair. They were like long-lost sisters. They even look alike.

D.J. Candace:

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and D.J. Daughter #1:

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So clearly we are on Team Candace Cameron. (I hope I haven’t jinxed her!) Who are you cheering for?

Also please note that today is the birthday of Doris Day ((born Doris Mary Ann Kappelhoff on April 3, 1922)! TCM will be showing 12 Doris Day films today so set your DVR! Check out the schedule here.

*Full House theme song–duh.

Like most things, I am nothing*

by chuckofish

Well, the highlight of my weekend was going estate sale-ing with the boy and having a diner breakfast with him.

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I didn’t find anything at the sale except a book (big surprise), but it was lots of fun nevertheless. We talked about movies we had watched recently. I told him I had just seen Trader Horn (1931)–the infamous movie filmed on location in Africa where two crew members were killed (by a crocodile and a charging rhino) and the leading lady contracted a dread disease which ended her career.

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I think it was the first movie my mother went to see as a child. Her parents had read that there were lots of animals in it and so they took little 6 year-old Mary and her 8 year-old sister Susanne to see it. I think it scarred my mother for life! It is pretty scary–lots of animals to be sure, but they are frequently seen eating each other! Also the natives are pretty scary too. Anyway, I had never seen it and I enjoyed it quite a bit. Considering it was made 83 years ago, it holds up rather well and looks pretty good. They hadn’t even had sound in movies for that long.

The boy told me that he had recently re-watched Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon (2000). I thought that sounded like a great idea and so I watched it that night.

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It is one of the few movies I saw at the movies with my OM that I then took my children to see a few days later. (Another one was Life is Beautiful.)

It is a sensational movie. It is beautiful, exciting, romantic, and spiritual–and includes some of the best choreographed fighting ever filmed. How many movies can you say that about?

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As I sat in church on Sunday, it occurred to me that I had not gotten very far with my Lenten movie watching, so I determined to do better this week.

After church I did a lot of work in the yard and spring-cleaned the Florida room–my back is aching today! Well, onward and upward to spring!

What did you do this weekend?

* Li Mu Bai (Chow Yun Fat)) in Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon

Here’s mud in your eye!

by chuckofish

Monday is St. Patrick’s Day and a lot of people will be celebrating this weekend. However, besides watching The Quiet Man, which I blogged about here, I am not a great one for celebrating the feast day of old St. Patrick.

I must admit that I do have some Irish blood. My Irish ancestors–the Carnahans–hailed from County Antrim in Northern Ireland. Our great-great-great-great-grandfather, David Carnahan came to the U.S. in the mid-18th century, fought in the American Revolution and settled in Alleghany County, Pennsylvania. The Carnahans were staunch Presbyterians. One of our cousins, James Carnahan (below), a Presbyterian minister, became the President of Princeton University where he served from 1823 to 1854 (longer than any other President).

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His cousin James was married to my namesake Catherine Rand in 1857 by the Episcopal bishop of New Hampshire and had seven children in Ravenna, Ohio. They, of course, were brought up as Episcopalians.

My most favorite Irish thing is the Cuala Press which was established by Elizabeth Yeats, sister of William Butler Yeats and Jack Yeats, in 1908. It played an important part in the “Celtic Revival” in the early 20th century.

“In Each Gold Flower”, Text by Temple Lane and Illustration by Dorothy Blackham, Box 3, Folder 6, Cuala Press Printed Materials Collection, MS2005-35, John J. Burns Library, Boston College.

“In Each Gold Flower”, Text by Temple Lane and Illustration by Dorothy Blackham, Box 3, Folder 6, Cuala Press Printed Materials Collection, MS2005-35, John J. Burns Library, Boston College.

I have a framed print in my office and one at home that I bought in the Trinity College Bookstore in Dublin. I do love these woodcuts!

Up for auction in the past

Up for auction in the past

The real things go up for auction from time to time and are worth a pretty penny. If I had money to spare, I would have my own collection! Don’t you just love them?

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Of course, no discussion of favorite Irish things would be complete without mention of Errol Flynn. Although not strictly speaking Irish–he was born in Tasmania of Australian parents of English, Scottish and Irish descent and an Anglican–we can enjoy his movies on St. Patrick’s Day if we want to. And thanks to a good friend who sent me this DVD, I will be watching this classic Flynn opus:

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I also plan to watch The Sea Hawk (1940) which I DVR’d on TCM last week.

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It is a fun movie directed by the great Michael Curtiz. Unfortunately Olivia de Haviland is nowhere in sight. But it does have Flora Robson as Queen Elizabeth I, and if you ask me, she is 10 times better than Bette Davis as the Virgin Queen.

As for food, nothing Irish comes to mind. When we were growing up our mother would make corned beef and cabbage and boiled potatoes on March 17, mostly because she just liked them. I was never a fan of this meal. I preferred the corned beef hash she made the next day.

What is your favorite Irish thing?

Well, while you’re thinking about that, I’ll wrap this up with the words of Pat Cohan: “Ah, what a day for Innisfree! On a day like this, I can say only one thing – Gentlemen, the drinks are on the house!”

Sláinte to all Carnahans!

Sometimes nothin’ can be a real cool hand.*

by chuckofish

I am looking forward to some good Lenten movie viewing! Are you? In the past we have watched a combination of straightforward religious films such as:

The Robe (1953)

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Franco Zeffirelli’s Jesus of Nazareth (1977)

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and, of course, Ben Hur (1959) on Good Friday/Holy Saturday.

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We also watch movies with a general theme of sacrifice, such as:

Cool Hand Luke (1967)

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Chariots of Fire (1981)

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Shane (1953)

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and The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance (1962)

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I have been trying to come up with some new ideas: Sling Blade (1996)?

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Star Trek: The Wrath of Khan (1982)?

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Buffy, season 5?

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This is harder than you think. Just google “films about sacrifice” and see what you get! Titanic! And, no, you will not find me watching Son of God (2014) with the “hot” Jesus, put together by those people responsible for the unwatchable “The Bible” TV miniseries.

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Suggestions please!

*Cool Hand Luke, screenplay by Don Pearce and Frank Pierson

At your command all things came to be: the vast expanse of interstellar space, galaxies, suns, the planets in their courses…*

by chuckofish

During Epiphany at my church we are using Eucharistic Prayer C, which is the one that includes all that jazz about “from the primal elements you brought forth the human race”, not to mention this fragile earth, “our island home.” One wonders if most of our clergy even believe this anymore. Well, I do and so I don’t really mind all this post-modern verbage, although it sounds like something Dr. McCoy would say and not Dr. Cranmer. C’est la vie.

It is appropriate to pray thusly, moreover, having just viewed Gravity, a movie with absolutely no spiritual dimension to it. It is all about science and apparently was not written by Episcopalians**.

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I like Sandra Bullock, but she is not believable as a medical doctor on a space station. What is a medical doctor doing walking in space and making technical changes to a space station anyway? It is difficult to imagine Sandra passing her basic training. Of course, none of the men hyperventilate when things go wrong. But when things go badly, she does not know what to do. Being a modern woman, she never even prays. She explains at one point that no one ever “taught her.” Oh please. You know what they say about no atheists in foxholes. There is no one to help her, but luckily an imaginary man comes to her aid and tells her what to do. Thank goodness.

There is a bit of backstory explaining that she is sad because her young daughter has died back on earth and we suppose this is why she is on a space station in the first place. She has no one on earth to keep her there. Why then she tries so hard to get back, I don’t know. Once I had managed to get back to the space station after the initial separation, I would, I think, be happy to make it my comfortable coffin and go to sleep. Especially if I had no one back on earth.

This movie made no sense to me. It was crazily implausible. Please. Why did I watch it?

Meanwhile back at church, I am still getting used to my new pew. The handicapped-accessible space which has displaced several of us caused my friend Mike and me once again to chuckle good-heartedly at our surroundings. Another man suggested Mike try the “other side” and he replied fervently, “Oh, good God, no!” He went on to say that this was the “Republican side” anyway, which really made me chuckle. As if there are enough Republicans in my church to make a “side”! I had never heard that one. He said that was what his father-in-law had always said.

The Olympics are over and I can’t say I care. Too many professionals and not enough American team spirit. I like the American ice dancing pair, the ones that looked like Owen Wilson and a Disney princess. They were exceptional. I enjoyed seeing Bode Miller ski again and win a bronze. I loved watching the Norwegian biathletes masochistically ski for miles at top speed and stop and shoot.

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What a great sport!

In other news, I worked in the yard on Saturday as the temperatures soared into the sixties. It was positively warm. I filled up three bags of leaves. (An outward and visible sign of an inward and spiritual grace.)

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And the Christmas Amaryllis from my brother’s family continues to put on quite a show.

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It is getting cold again, but as we head into March, these over-the-top flowers seem to herald the coming of spring, don’t you think? Have a great week!

*BCP, p. 369

** Alfonso and Jonas Cuaron

“You can praise God by peeling a spud if you peel it to perfection.”*

by chuckofish

The liturgical calendar of the Episcopal Church (USA) remembers Eric Liddell with a feast day on February 22. Isn’t that nice?

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You remember Eric Liddell. He was the Scottish athlete and devout Christian, who refused to run in a heat held on Sunday at the 1924 Olympics in Paris and was forced to withdraw from the 100-metres race, his best event. However, he won the 400 metres. They made a movie about him and Harold Abrahams called Chariots of Fire in 1981. Remarkably it won the Best Picture Oscar. (I blogged about it here.) It is one of my favorite movies.

Anyway, I was unaware that we Episcopalians recognize this worthy missionary on our calendar. I can’t say I approve of all the “saints” so celebrated, but I approve of him.

God whose strength bears us up as on mighty wings: We rejoice in remembering your athlete and missionary, Eric Liddell, to whom you gave courage and resolution in contest and in captivity; and we pray that we also may run with endurance the race set before us and persevere in patient witness, until we wear that crown of victory won for us by Jesus our Savior; who with you and the Holy Spirit lives and reigns, one God, for ever and ever. Amen.

–Collect for the day

* Chariots of Fire (1981); screenplay by Colin Welland

There we two, content, happy in being together, speaking little, perhaps not a word*

by chuckofish

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How was your weekend? Did you have a nice Valentine’s Day?

I asked my valentine for a new shower head and my husband went out and bought one for me. I was pleased. He had to buy a special wrench as well (par for the course) but he installed it with a minimum of cursing.

Later in the weekend I found a box with old cards in it. Some were Valentines. This one from the Green Tiger Press

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was sent to my one-year-old daughter #1 by her aunt, my dual personality, who was a first year doctoral student living in a dorm at Yale at the time.  She wrote a long note inside. Here is a wee bit of that note:

Well, sweetie-poops, I have to make this short because I need to mail it and then take a nap. My neighbors kept me awake last night with their talking and I had to get up really early to do my Hittite and Akkadian, so I am tired. Otherwise, I’m doing okay and working hard and eating right and learning French and thinking about you all the time!

Isn’t that a riot? It was fun to go through all the cards and read what my friends wrote back in the day when our children were tiny and we were young and lighthearted.

I saw Inside Llewyn Davis. I really liked it. I thought Oscar Isaac was excellent. I had been listening to the soundtrack all week and so I was well prepared for the music to be great. But the film is more than just the music. And I liked the marmalade cat a lot. It made me want another Cat. But I am allergic, so that won’t happen. Sigh. Of course, the movie wasn’t nominated for Best Picture and Oscar got no Oscar nod. Typical.

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I went to a couple of estate sales, but didn’t get anything except a few odd books.

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I have been reading Missouri Bittersweet by MacKinlay Kantor and it is wonderful. I had no idea Kantor, whom I have always admired as a novelist, was such a fan of my flyover state. He and his wife revisited many small towns and counties in order to write this book and there is a lot of interesting stuff about the fascinating people who have lived in this state, such as Jesse James, Mark Twain and Daniel Boone, and also the regular people who still do.  It was published in 1969.

I was the Intercessor at church Sunday morning. In the Prayers of the People we always pray for the diocese of Lui in the Sudan and some of those African names can be a challenging mouthful, but I managed to stumble over “Albert”. Sometimes my brain just freezes. But afterwards the associate rector complimented me on my reading of the names on the prayer request list. I gather I kept the pace up nicely. Well, compliments are always appreciated.

And the amaryllis finally bloomed!

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It seemed like it took forever and they still haven’t quite burst forth completely.  Our patience has been tested! They are indeed a welcome sight in the midst of our arctic winter–as are all our green friends which I move around the house to sunny spots.

A sunny window at home

A sunny window at home

Have a good week!

* from “A Glimpse” by Walt Whitman (1819 – 1892)