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Worthy of consideration

by chuckofish

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“Every man is more than just himself; he also represents the unique, the very special and always significant and remarkable point at which the world’s phenomena intersect, only once in this way, and never again. That is why every man’s story is important, eternal, sacred; that is why every man, as long as he lives and fulfills the will of nature, is wondrous, and worthy of consideration. In each individual the spirit has become flesh, in each man the creation suffers, within each one a redeemer is nailed to the cross.”

–Hermann Hesse

Everything will be all right

by chuckofish

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“Above all, do not lose your desire to walk. Every day, I walk myself into a state of well-being and walk away from every illness. I have walked myself into my best thoughts, and I know of no thought so burdensome that one cannot walk away from it. But by sitting still, and the more one sits still, the closer one comes to feeling ill. Thus if one just keeps on walking, everything will be all right.”

― Søren Kierkegaard

Søren-Kierkegaard-Statue im Garten der Königlichen Bibliothek in Kopenhagen.

Søren-Kierkegaard-Statue im Garten der Königlichen Bibliothek in Kopenhagen.

I have been a big fan of Kierkegaard since I was in college and read:

“I have just now come from a party where I was its life and soul; witticisms streamed from my lips, everyone laughed and admired me, but I went away — yes, the dash should be as long as the radius of the earth’s orbit ——————————— and wanted to shoot myself.”

(Journal, 1836)

His writings about the authentic individual and his criticism of modern Christendom appealed to me.

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Yes, he was an existentialist and a Christian. I could relate.

“It is the duty of the human understanding to understand that there are things which it cannot understand, and what those things are. Human understanding has vulgarly occupied itself with nothing but understanding, but if it would only take the trouble to understand itself at the same time it would simply have to posit the paradox.”

(Journal, 1847)

I think I’ll take a walk now. How about you?

Just a reminder

by chuckofish

Hippopotamus, Egypt, Middle Kingdom, Dynasty 12

Hippopotamus, Egypt, Middle Kingdom, Dynasty 12

A pop of turquoise is always welcome in any decor. I like my hippo.

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Blue foo dogs work well too.

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blog.thepinkpagoda.us

Or a needlepoint pillow.

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It is the unexpectedness of the color.

But I like my hippo. Isn’t he great?

This hippo moves around.

This hippo moves around.

“Have nothing in your houses which you do not know to be useful or believe to be beautiful ” William Morris

The Enigma of August

by chuckofish

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“The summer ended. Day by day, and taking its time, the summer ended. The noises in the street began to change, diminish, voices became fewer, the music sparse. Daily, blocks and blocks of children were spirited away. Grownups retreated from the streets, into the houses. Adolescents moved from the sidewalk to the stoop to the hallway to the stairs, and rooftops were abandoned. Such trees as there were allowed their leaves to fall – they fell unnoticed – seeming to promise, not without bitterness, to endure another year. At night, from a distance, the parks and playgrounds seemed inhabited by fireflies, and the night came sooner, inched in closer, fell with a greater weight. The sound of the alarm clock conquered the sound of the tambourine, the houses put on their winter faces. The houses stared down a bitter landscape, seeming, not without bitterness, to have resolved to endure another year.”

–James Baldwin

“The world was hers for the reading.”*

by chuckofish

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One of the great things about traveling is discovering new used book stores. We went to four used book stores–one in Denver, two in Laramie and one in Boulder. And, of course, I bought some books!

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They usually look like this one in Laramie. One of the small pleasures of life.

Another small pleasure? College/University bookstores!

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Don’t you love used books?

*Betty Smith wrote that in A Tree Grows in Brooklyn.

History beckons or “YOLO is just Carpe Diem for stupid people”*

by chuckofish

Somewhere in the Shiloh National Military Park...

Somewhere in the Shiloh National Military Park…

My children give me a lot of way too much grief about the vacations we took when they were youngsters. Excuse me, every trip did not involve a Civil War battlefield. (A lot did but what of it?) Just because they did not spend spring breaks in Destin or Orlando does not make them deprived children. Educational trips are the best, right?

Anyway, daughter #2 is coming home today for a few days and we are taking a little “educational” side trip to Denver, Colorado to do some family research at the Stephen H. Hart Library and Research Center at the brand new History Colorado Center.

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I have been curious to see what is included in the archive pertaining to my ancestors John Simpson Hough and John Wesley Prowers, about whom I have written on this blog. John Hough’s son Frank Baron Hough died suddenly while dancing the Charleston in the 1920s (I kid you not) and his widow left all the family letters, documents, manuscripts, photographs, etc. to the state of Colorado. I have been meaning to make this trip for years, but something always prevented me–lack of time, lack of funds, no one to go with me. In the meantime, the old museum was torn down and this new shining edifice was constructed. Determined not to put it off another year, I am going at long last!

While we are out there we are also planning to drive up to Wyoming for a few days to visit an old friend–something else I have been meaning to do for years.

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Wish us luck!

“You must live in the present, launch yourself on every wave, find your eternity in each moment. Fools stand on their island of opportunities and look toward another land. There is no other land; there is no other life but this.”

― Henry David Thoreau

*Jack Black

Tout va bien

by chuckofish

Happiness is a care package from your dual personality!

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After a hard day at the salt mines, I was thrilled to find a wee package waiting for me at home yesterday. Inside were two books (a hardback copy of one of my favorites–Gilead by Marilynne Robinson–and The Bishop’s Mantle by Agnes Sligh Turnbull, which I have not read) and a small Spode votive candle holder.

Wasn’t that thoughtful?

In other news, I read on the Habitually Chic blog about the new documentary “Salinger” coming out next month:

I will hope for the best, but, as always, I’ll expect the worst*. Very few people understood old J.D.S. back in the day and that is why he went into seclusion and chose not to publish anymore. He’d had enough. Why is that hard to understand?

*I know what you’re thinking. You’re wondering what the origin of that expression is. Well, I don’t know, but I always think of Mel Brooks! So here are the lyrics to the classic song by Mel Brooks from his movie The Twelve Chairs:

Hope for the best, expect the worst
Some drink champagne, some die of thirst
No way of knowing
Which way it’s going
Hope for the best, expect the worst!

Hope for the best, expect the worst
The world’s a stage, we’re unrehearsed
Some reach the top, friends, while others drop, friends
Hope for the best, expect the worst!

I knew a man who saved a fortune that was splendid
Then he died the day he’d planned to go and spend it
Shouting “Live while you’re alive! No one will survive!”
Life is sorrow – – here today and gone tomorrow
Live while you’re alive, no one will survive – – there’s no guarantee

Hope for the best, expect the worst
You could be Tolstoy or Fannie Hurst
You take your chances, there are no answers
Hope for the best expect the worst!

I knew a man who saved a fortune that was splendid
Then he died the day he’d planned to go and spend it
Shouting “Live while you’re alive! No one will survive!”
Life is funny – – Spend your money! Spend your money!
Live while you’re alive, no one will survive – – there’s no guarantee



Hope for the best, expect the worst

The rich are blessed, the poor are cursed

That is a fact, friends, the deck is stacked, friends

Hope for the best, expect the – –
(even with a good beginning, it’s not certain that you’re winning,
even with the best of chances, they can kick you in the pantses)

Look out for the – – watch out for the worst!
Hey!

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I tried to watch The Twelve Chairs recently and didn’t make it through. Not that funny. But the song is classic.

The secret to life

by chuckofish

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Or as Louis L’Amour said,

“The trail is the thing, not the end of the trail. Travel too fast,
and you miss all you are traveling for.”

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Enjoy the little things…

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And remember…

You are not too old
and it is not too late
to dive into your increasing depths
where life calmly gives out
it’s own secret

–Rainer Maria Rilke

Have a nice Wednesday and repeat to yourself: “Write it on your heart that every day is the best day in the year.” (Emerson, of course)

Vintage picture Tuesday

by chuckofish

“Flowers have an expression of countenance as much as men and animals. Some seem to smile; some have a sad expression; some are pensive and diffident; others again are plain, honest and upright, like the broad-faced sunflower and the hollyhock.”

–Henry Ward Beecher

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Here is a picture of our grandmother Mira Sargent about a hundred years ago in her father’s yard in Worcester, MA. How about those hollyhocks?! As my children know, I have always wanted to grow hollyhocks in my own yard, but have never been able to do so. What was the Sargent’s secret?!

A new month and a few things to keep in mind

by chuckofish

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A new month, a new calendar page and the end of summer in sight. For those of us in this flyover state it has not been a bad summer weather-wise. Indeed, we have had lovely long stretches of Michigan-esque weather. By this time, usually, we are counting the days ’til fall, but not this year. I am in no hurry for school to be back in session full throttle. I plan to enjoy the dog days that are left of summer 2013.

The August TCM star of the month is old Humphrey Bogart, film idol and Episcopalian.

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As I’ve mentioned before, my mother had a preference for Warner Brothers stars, such as Bogart and Errol Flynn, because she went to see all those movies at the Lewis J. Warner ’28 Memorial Theater at Worcester Academy (which I blogged about here). Like my mother, I feel that same thrill when the Warner Brothers logo appears and their rousing theme is played at the beginning of all their movies. TCM is not showing anything that I haven’t seen a million times and my favorite Bogart film, The Petrified Forest, is not on the line-up, but oh well. They are all still better than anything you’ll see on network television–reruns and commercials!

Tonight, however, they are showing my second-favorite Bogart film Key Largo, which is also one of my all-time favorite movies. I just saw it again recently and it really is fabulous. John Huston and Bogart were a good team and the star is at his best, ably supported by Edward G. Robinson, Claire Trevor and Lauren Bacall. So be sure to tune in or (at the very least) set your DVR.

August 1 is also the birthday of Herman Melville (August 1, 1819 – September 28, 1891), American writer and author, of course, of Moby-Dick.

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This would be a great month to read the great book! You know you’ve been meaning to. Here’s a little something to get you in the mood.

“There is no steady unretracing progress in this life; we do not advance through fixed gradations, and at the last one pause:– through infancy’s unconscious spell, boyhood’s thoughtless faith, adolescence’s doubt (the common doom), then scepticism, then disbelief, resting at last in manhood’s pondering repose of If. But once gone through, we trace the round again; and are infants, boys, and men, and Ifs eternally. Where lies the final harbor, whence we unmoor no more? In what rapt ether sails the world, of which the weariest will never weary? Where is the foundling’s father hidden? Our souls are like those orphans whose unwedded mothers die in bearing them: the secret of our paternity lies in their grave, and we must there to learn it.”

August 1 is the birthday as well of Jerome Moross (August 1, 1913 – July 25, 1983) who composed works for symphony orchestra, chamber ensembles, soloists, musical theatre, and movies. He also orchestrated motion picture scores for other composers. His best known film score is that for the 1958 movie The Big Country, for which he was nominated for an Academy Award for Original Music Score.

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The winner that year in that category was The Old Man and the Sea, scored by Dimitri Tiomkin. Hold the phone! Are you kidding me? Jerome Moross was robbed! But why am I never surprised? Anyway, you might want to watch that movie–it’s a good one. It misses being a great western because of the annoying plot and the super annoying character played by Carol Baker. Nevertheless, it has some great people in it: Gregory Peck, Charlton Heston, Jean Simmons, and Burl Ives (who won the Oscar for Best Supporting Actor). And the score is probably the best ever.

So here’s to a good August filled with great movies and great books! Let’s all have a good one.