Wednesday, June 19, 2013

To communicate with...words (Hidden Art, The Writing Chapter)

If one of Edith Schaeffer's main messages in The Hidden Art of Homemaking is that art communicates...

and that the forms of homemaking art she has already discussed (such as music, graphic art, decorating, flowers, food) communicate, non-verbally, something about the Creator, something of the beauty of His creation, something generally of beauty and truth...to put it another way, they are a sort of mostly-unspoken message that communicates what we believe (that there is a Creator God, that he has created us as individuals, that we are created in His image, meaning we share some of his attributes including something of His creativity)...

then is it paradoxical that the writing chapter seems the most difficult so far to place into that framework?

Maybe it's because when we think of a home, homemaking, we think visually, not verbally.  Other than maybe a quotation on the fridge, or an embroidered or stencilled motto, or something we've stuck up for education or inspiration in the homeschooling space, words themselves don't tend to be part of the homemaking scenery, or at least the permanent decoration of a room.  Books, magazines, newspapers, yes; but words as words, no, at least in Western culture; maybe verbally, through people conversing or singing, or heard on the radio, and of course all over the peanut butter jars and cereal boxes;  but not (usually) on the wall, not on the plate, not arranged artistically and then painted or photographed as a still life.  A quilt, a painting of a tree, a vase of flowers, a bowl of apples, a piece of music all seem to have a more fluid way of coming into our field of vision (or hearing), speaking more strongly to anyone who comes within range than, say, a sermon, a paragraph, or even a poem, that has to be read from beginning to end, top to bottom. 

And, in fact, that's a big part of what Edith is trying to get us to do with all these hidden arts of homemaking: use visual (or musical, or culinary) language to communicate that God exists, that He created the world, that individuals matter because God created them in His image, that God loves us, and that Christians care for each other. The whole point is to be able to say those things in a kind of visual and active shorthand, rather than offending or boring people with streams of God-talk. Charlotte Mason said much the same thing: that parents should reserve direct talk about God for particularly meaningful moments; not that Deuteronomy is wrong where it says that we should speak of God when we rise up, walk on the way etc., but just that it's easy to weary children (or grownups) with endless religious verbiage.

So where does that leave our poor little unpretty words?
"To try to teach literature by starting with the applied use of words, or 'effective communication', as it's often called, then gradually work into literature through the more documentary forms of prose fiction and finally into poetry, seems to me a futile procedure. If literature is to be properly taught, we have to start at its centre, which is poetry, then work outwards to literary prose, then outwards from there to the applied languages of business and professions and ordinary life."--Northrop Frye, The Educated Imagination
The words may not be decorative, but they're still important. What did visitors do at L'Abri besides hike in the mountains, eat orange rolls, and play guitars (and, according to Edith, do an awful lot of laundry and dishes?)  Talked.  Talked and talked and talked.  Sometimes they listened to tapes of talking.  Sometimes they read and then talked. 

Maybe, to try to combine Northrop Frye and Edith, the poetry they began with was an orange roll, or the healing effects of working in the garden.  In one of the L'Abri-related books...I think maybe it was For the Children's Sake...a guest is mentioned as being struck by the children playing outside; just playing, being children.  He said that he didn't know that children still played like that.  The simple and meaningful times of life together can be seen as poetry.

But without the more prosy and ordinary words to surround those images, the poetry loses context.  According to Edith, that's where the value of brief "lunchbox" notes and longer letters to the children (and, in the next chapter, bedtime rituals and prayers)  comes in.  A picture may be worth a thousand words, but eventually you're going to need at least a few of them to say, out loud or in writing, "I love you," "I'm sorry," or "Here's why we do what we do."   This doesn't negate what I was trying to say in a previous post about the importance of writers, or about trying to turn art (including written art) into something that's just religiously useful or a tool for evangelism...although written art can be "useful" in what Northrop Frye calls a reality-is-irrelevant sense, not in a didactic or isn't-that-nice way, but in the same way as a great painting is "useful": that it speaks to us of truth, of beauty, of God, through what it is.  In the next chapter, Edith talks more about one way we use words to communicate in our homes: through reading aloud to each other, and not just "religious" books and the Bible, but all kinds of fiction, poetry and more.

But for now, in this chapter, we need to allow the words-in-the-home, the words we speak or write to each other, to have their chance to do their own work.  Life, as Marilla said, is uncertain.  If we haven't been making the time to talk to those who are close by, or write or email those who are away, then we need to find the words to do that.
"Education is a matter of developing the intellect and the imagination, which deal with reality, and reality is always irrelevant."  ~~ Northrop Frye
Linked from the Hidden Art of Homemaking linky at Ordo Amoris.

Thrift store Wednesdays: a monstrous big pile of books


We are in the middle of a big book clear-out and trim-down.

Nevertheless, several thrifted books and one video found their way to the Treehouse today.

Death Times Three, by Rex Stout

Galileo’s Commandment: 2500 Years of Great Science Writing, by Edmund Blair Bolles

The Nemesis Affair: A Story of the Death of Dinosaurs and the Ways of Science, by David M. Raup

The Disappearing Spoon, by Sam Kean.  "Why did Gandhi hate iodine (I, 53)? Why did the Japanese kill Godzilla with missiles made of cadmium (Cd, 48)? How did radium (Ra, 88) nearly ruin Marie Curie’s reputation? And why did tellurium (Te, 52) lead to the most bizarre gold rush in history? The Periodic Table is one of our crowning scientific achievements, but it’s also a treasure trove of passion, adventure, betrayal, and obsession."

one issue of Scientific American (with a major article on quantum physics)

Castle, by David MacAulay  (we used to have both Castle and Cathedral, but when I went looking for them last week I realized I must have sold or given them away)

Odyssey retelling by Jaroslav Hulak

Christopher Columbus: The Voyage of Discovery 1492, by Samuel Eliot Morison

To a Different Drum, by Pauline Hamilton (Granny Han!)

VHS of Monsters Inc.

Monday, June 17, 2013

Getting all swirly: the writing chapter (Hidden Art of Homemaking)

PART ONE:  A COMPLAINT

Up until this point in Hidden Art I haven't gotten too close to any specific talent or need-to-create that Edith Schaeffer has been describing.
I like to make stuff, but I'm not a decorator.

I cook dinner, but I'm not a chef.

I play the piano, but I don't consider myself much of a musician.

I even draw sometimes, but I am very far from being an artist. I'm satisfied with doodles.
Ah, but now we get to a bit of an "ouch" chapter for me: "Writing: Prose and Poetry."  My so-called training (twenty-plus years ago) was in writing.  I pick up books about writing.  I read biographies of writers. The thing I've never figured out what to do with, myself, is writing.  I'm not a professional writer, although I've occasionally been paid for writing magazine columns, and I've done a number of unpaid projects.  I've had ideas for novels, but they've usually fizzled.  I've often used the excuse, "there are too many bad books out there already, so why would I want to add another one?"  It's been a point of guilt (I should be doing such and such) and frustration (I don't think I really can do such and such), in the same way as Edith describes.  And when she talks about "boo hoo, you couldn't go to the music conservatory" or whatever, "so use your talents to bless those around you," in the other artistic areas, I'm fine with that.  But now she's saying, "use your writing talents to write funny notes for lunchboxes. Or maybe prayers."  I'm not so fine with that.
Emily Carr, "Scorned as Timber, Beloved of the Sky"

Is that the way the artists and musicians feel about her suggestions in the other chapters, that painting a mural on your child's wall is the equivalent of having something hung in the National Gallery?  If you were meant to paint for the National Gallery, if you are Emily Carr or Mary Cassatt, you are not going to feel very fulfilled by little dibs and dabs here and there, occasional sketching jaunts to the park.  If you have the talent and drive and believe God has called you to be a serious artist, then your work deserves more respect than that.  If you have an important or uplifting or hilarious book churning to be born, then you should write it, and writing the Sunday School Christmas play is not the same thing. 

That's not to say that you can't have other responsibilities or jobs.  Lucy Maud Montgomery "scribbled" after hard days working in the post office and then taking care of her old grandmother.  Melissa Wiley wrote a post about how a busy mom finds time to write.  (Melissa said, "If I don’t write my head gets swirly with pent-up words and I am no use to anyone.")  But I think the reason this chapter gets under my skin has something to do with the fact that women artists, musicians, writers, have had a hard time being taken seriously, and taking themselves seriously.  It feels like a bit of betrayal to have Edith Schaeffer telling us that we ought to be satisfied with "just" using our creative talents to feed our families, decorate our homes, illustrate sermons.  Yes, those are very, very important places to use creativity, scatter grace, bless those around us!  But it strikes me that we need to be careful too not to think that our talents should be less...public?...just because we're women.

PART TWO:  A MEMORY

My dad's family...his aunts, grandparents and so on, so mostly before my time...seem to have been a wildly creative bunch.  Unexpectedly so, since most of them were also staunch, staid Scottish Presbyterians;they were hardworking farm people, blacksmiths, housemaids. Several of them were musicians--not professionals, just church musicians, organists, people-with-tuning-forks.  Some were writers, book people, town librarians.  (There's probably a connection with Robert Louis Stevenson, although I'm not sure how that works out.)  One of my great-aunts painted in her spare time with pastels and oils, fulfilling a dream that her (staunch staid Anglican) mother had tried to squelch years before by refusing to let her take art lessons.   My uncle was a florist. I have cousins on that side of the family who are decorators, design jewelery, make furniture (I think they probably blew glass and made candles during the 1970's too).

And there was one particular auntie...she was my great-great-aunt, so I never remember her as anything but old (she looked like Corrie Ten Boom).  But out of all of the relatives, she was known for being the most young-at-heart.  She lived to be ninety-plus, and even then she liked to make people laugh, especially with funny verses.  I don't think she ever wrote a book or got particularly angsty (see above) about her need to make art; she just created anyway.  When she was a young thing of about forty, she wrote a funny poem about an adventure she had delivering furniture with my great-aunt (the painter) and another young lady who became my grandmother (and who expressed her own creativity mostly through quilts).  It started like this:

"Lend me your ears and you will hear
A tale that I shall unfold
How three young maids without any fear
Rode off in a truck quite old.

"T’was a model of 1914, they say
And that I can well understand.
It sure could travel all the way.
But it rattled to beat the band.

"On the outside was 'Cowan’s Maple Buds'
In lettering large and red.
And on the inside-a sewing machine
And springs for an iron bed...."

She enjoyed life, she was well-loved, and the thirty years since she's been gone have been the poorer for not having her around.  Is that a resolution to the problem?--that, sometimes, those things are enough?

PART THREE:  SERVING IN GOD'S KINGDOM

Did you ever hear of Lillias Trotter?  She was a turn-of-the-last-century missionary in Algeria.  Before that, when she was young, she was a very promising painter, a protégé of the artist and critic John Ruskin.  He said that if she concentrated on her art career, she would probably become very famous.  She thought it over,  and decided God was calling her to devote her life to missions instead.  She didn't feel she could could do both.  Her story reminds me (to come back to the Schaeffers) of Jane Stuart Smith, who left a career in opera to work at L'Abri.  Lillias continued to use her art, recording desert landscapes and illustrating her devotional books.  Jane continued to minister with music, in various ways.  Talented women who "drop out" tend to be viewed as if they've betrayed the sisterhood somewhat, as if these underachievers haven't done enough to prove that they're people-not-just-women.  And that's me too, I guess.  I "dropped out" (not that I was doing all that well even "dropping in" in the first place) to do the things I've been doing for the past twenty years. 

The sermon at our church yesterday referred to the verse in Proverbs about ants who store food in summer.  The speaker (a woman!) pointed out that the true wisdom of these ants (or in Leo Lionni's mice) is in knowing what season they're in--not hung up on the past or the future, but living out the tasks that are given them today; not being unprepared for the winter, but making the most of seasons of preparation.  I think of Edith's expoundings on creativity as somewhat like that.  It isn't good  to think either "I could have done" or "maybe someday" to the point where you can't make the most of today.  Even if maybe you have to write in the bathroom or whatever.  But that doesn't stop you from thinking ahead either, maybe to times when life will change, for good or bad; in using and improving the skills you have use for future needs. 

And as for me...I have to go put the squash on for supper.

Dollygirl's Grade Six: Last Week of Classes

Most of what we're going to get to this year...we've gotten to.  The rest will have to wait, because both Dollygirl and Mama Squirrel are ready for a break.  Ponytails is also in her last few days of public high school Grade Ten, and she will also be writing exams over the next week and a half.

Since Dollygirl is still enthusiastically following the Camp Doll Diaries posts, we may be able to incorporate their Talent Show theme this week.  But mostly it looks like what we're going to be doing is a lot of little bits and pieces.

We're still reading The Two Towers, and that won't be done by the end of school.  Summer reading!

MONDAY

Video about Brother Andrew:



Poetry, memory work

Key to Percents

Geography

A talent for art:  Present a short report on the paintings of Matthijs Maris.

"Waterfront activities" (swimming lesson)

TUESDAY

Video about Brother Andrew:



Poetry, memory work

Key to Percents:  end-of-book test!

The Aeneid: 9 pages

A talent for music:  Pick out a piece of music by a composer you like (Handel or other), find out something about how it works or where it came from, and report back.

WEDNESDAY

Amy Grant video with French subtitles (fun!)



The Aeneid: 9 pages

A talent for service:  Volunteer afternoon!

THURSDAY   Same Amy song: a video from previous school year.     Poetry, memory work

The Aeneid: 9 pages

A talent for science:  teach us about one of the scientists you studied this year.

FRIDAY

The Aeneid: 10 pages (the end)

A talent for being Dollygirl...to be announced.

Saturday, June 15, 2013

Some tentative Grade Seven plans for Dollygirl

Those of you on a "reader" won't have seen that I added a separate page for Dollygirl's Grade Seven plans.

But now you know.

Thursday, June 13, 2013

Rosemary Sutcliff's King Arthur Trilogy (Book Review)

The Sword and the Circle (1981); The Light Beyond the Forest (1979); The Road to Camlann (1981), by Rosemary Sutcliff.  Published in one volume as The King Arthur Trilogy or King Arthur Stories.

How do you compare the work of two storytelling masters like T.H. White (The Once and Future King) and Rosemary Sutcliff?  I recently finished Sutcliff's King Arthur Trilogy, and then went back and re-read a good part of White's version, which I'd forgotten a good deal of since reading the first two books of it with The Apprentice years ago.  (Ambleside Online recommends that only the first two books of TOaFK be read in Year Seven, since the other two are darker and more adult.)  I've been looking for a good King Arthur choice for Crayons for next fall, when she will be in Year Seven, and I'm leaning towards Sutcliff.  It's not that the two wouldn't be complementary, but, as a trilogy (Sutcliff) or a four-"book" novel (White), they're both pretty long.  Not to mention intense.

And this is where King Arthur, any King Arthur, becomes problematic for school reading.  White points out somewhere in TOaFK that there is a reason Malory's 15th-century Le Morte d'Arthur is called what it's called ("The Death of Arthur").  The beginning of the story is the beginning of the end, and the end, we are led to believe, is inevitable.  Friendship leads to betrayal, and laws intended for justice bring grief.  Evil women conspire and seduce, friends and family members kill each other, and knights described as gallant and gentle also destroy and are destroyed.  To take the story to its end is to explore tragedy.  To ignore it, only to read parts, is to miss something of its true meaning.  But how far do you want to go with that exploration, say with a twelve-year-old?

Sutcliff's rendering--she draws heavily on Malory as well as on other ballads and legends--is more traditional and straightforward, not as satirical as White's.  It's also much less talky; White's characters have long philosophical conversations about might and right, and he spends pages trying to set straight our romanticized ideas of the "Arthurian age."  Sutcliff takes less of a world-weary tone, makes fewer all-over-the-place analogies (White compares one battle to a scene from the Wild West), and does not include White's gruesome and detailed descriptions of magic practices and other disturbing images (parental previewing is seriously recommended).  Neither is particularly explicit about the relationship between Lancelot and Guenever. On the other hand, even the first of Sutcliff's three books is full of sword exploits, grieving maidens, and the above-mentioned evil half-sisters.  These are fairy tales grown large and serious, and when the wizard and "witch" characters have all faded out partway through the story, all that's left is a seriously confused bunch of human beings, most of them decent-hearted but with a couple of apparent sociopaths in there to keep everybody else stirred up.

If, like the book Peter Pan, you (and the twelve-year-old) can accept the story, in either Sutcliff or White's telling, mostly as fairy tale, as legend, as a stage drama; if you can view it as the inspiration for dozens of later storytellers, poets, painters; then probably either volume, or limited parts of it as AO recommends, will work as literature for junior-high age.
"He said then, that when Percival came to join us, it would be as though he were a herald."
"A herald?"
"A sign, then.  For by his coming we should know that within less than a year the Mystery of the Holy Grail would come--will come, upon us here at Camelot...and the knights will leave the Round Table and ride out upon the greatest quest of all."
"We shall come together again," said Lancelot, trying to console him.
"Some of us," said the King.  "But it will not be the same; never the same again....We shall have served our purpose; made a shining time between the Dark and the Dark.  Merlin said that it would be as though all things drew on to the golden glory of the sunset.  But then it will all be over."  ~~ Rosemary Sutcliff, The Sword and the Circle

Wednesday, June 12, 2013

Quote for the Day: "Really working at it" (Hidden Art of Homemaking)


"To blend together a family group...to develop into a 'family unit' with constantly growing appreciation of each other and of the 'unit' by really working at it, in many different areas, but among others in the area of food preparation, is to do that which surely can compare with blending oils in a painting or writing notes for a symphony." ~~ Edith Schaeffer, The Hidden Art of Homemaking, "Food"

Tuesday, June 11, 2013

Dollygirl's Grade Six: Time Traveller Week (updated)

"Camp Doll Diaries" continues this week with a "Time Traveller" theme, so we're working that into our second-last week of school.  Good chance to finish up history studies!  We will also continue reading The Two Towers.

(I am not including our regular opening times, poetry etc. here.)

MONDAY

History (Augustus Caesar's World):  "Hermann the German"
Key to Percents:  page 35.
French:  played Concentration with vocabulary words, but you had to put them into a sentence before you could claim a pair
The Aeneid, pages 170-180: lots of fighting, actually quite a violent ten pages.
Camp Crafts and Time Travelling
The Two Towers
Swimming lesson after supper

TUESDAY

Opening:  a poem by George Herbert
History (Augustus Caesar's World): "Farewell Augustus"; we watched a clip from Winston Churchill's state funeral as a comparison
Key to Percents: page 36, 37.
Balance Benders
French:  practice putting vocabulary words in sentences; write sentences using French words for "I want," "you want," "she wants."
The Aeneid, pages 181-189:  the gods all have a meeting to discuss their involvement/interference in the friction between the Trojans and the Rutulians; Venus says it's not fair, Juno says the Trojans deserve what they get, and Jove says he's staying out of it.
Camp Crafts:  made a pair of doll flip-flops plus an ink well and a clipboard for Samantha.
Camp Sports: driveway basketball with Dad

WEDNESDAY

History (Augustus Caesar's World): "The Kingdom of Heaven"
Key to Percents: page 38, 39
French
Read aloud: Tolkien
Camp Crafts and Time Travelling

THURSDAY  

Morning activity:  baking cookies at a friend's house (it's a church thing for Father's Day).

FRIDAY  

History (Augustus Caesar's World): "A New Religion for Rome" (end of the book)
Key to Percents: page 40, 41 (almost done Book 2)
Work on People Pages/timelines.
French
The Aeneid, pages 190-200
Camp Crafts and Time Travelling
Camper-of-the-week Awards

Quote for the day: on beauty in the home

"When we express ourselves in our homes with beauty, by using our diverse talents, we are bringing those intangible elements to light. Our love, creativity, ingenuity, self-sacrifice, etc. are being made manifest. Whether it be in a careful flower arrangement or in the carefree way we toss the salad. This is how we create atmosphere."  ~~ Amy Tuttle, A Pilgrim's Project, "An amazing chapter about...flower arrangements"

Saturday, June 08, 2013

Hidden Art of Food (Hidden Art of Homemaking, Chapter 8)

"Variety in Meals.––But, given pleasant surroundings and excellent food, and even then the requirements of these exacting little people are not fully met: plain as their food should be, they must have variety. A leg of mutton every Tuesday, the same cold on Wednesday, and hashed on Thursday, may be very good food; but the child who has this diet week after week is inadequately nourished, simply because he is tired of it....But give them a variety; do not let it be 'everlasting tapioca.' Even for tea and breakfast the wise mother does not say, 'I always give my children' so and so. They should not have anything 'always'; every meal should have some little surprise. But is this the way, to make them think overmuch of what they shall eat and drink? On the contrary, it is the underfed children who are greedy, and unfit to be trusted with any unusual delicacy." ~~ Charlotte Mason, Home Education (1885)

"One should not be able to say, "Oh, yes, Monday, bread pudding"--anywhere. Meals should be a surprise, and should show imagination." ~~ Edith Schaeffer, "Food" (1971)
The subject of food is familiar territory for this blog!

Or maybe not, after reading this chapter of Hidden Art.  Chapter 8 is not so much about being a good cook, as it is about expressing creativity, gratitude, and caring through food.
"It is not necessary to have a large food budget to make meals interesting.  In fact it is often the other way around.  The need to "stretch the money often gives birth to ideas in cooking and serving."  ~~ "Food"
Edith talks a lot in this chapter about appreciating colours, textures, tastes. And how beautifully you arrange whatever it is on the plates; food as still life, if you like. Except...I hardly ever put food on plates for other people.  How would I know how much they want to eat, or who's in the mood for carrot sticks but not pickles or the other way around?  Even at holiday meals, we serve "family style", and on quick dinner nights, we're more likely to let each person serve themselves from the stove.  (Our main eating place is in the kitchen.)  Food styling is just not our thing.  Walnut sandwiches are definitely not our thing. And as far as putting raisin eyes or something on a pancake or a piece of bread--then at least two of my kids probably wouldn't eat it, because, like Alice, it's not polite to eat food you've been introduced to.  (Strawberry mice, for some reason, were acceptable--see photo above.)
"Food should be served with real care as to the colour and texture on the plates, as well as with imaginative taste.  This is where artistic talent and aesthetic expression and fulfilment come in."  ~~ "Food"
And there we go again, you see...just as flowers on the table are not our thing, neither is getting "artistic" with food, though we do like to cook here (all of us, not just Mama Squirrel); like to shop together, like to eat.  We like fresh garden lettuce, good sausage, the smell of muffins baking.  I do get a "there, I used it up" satisfaction from combining leftovers; but I wouldn't say that means artistic fulfillment. I'm not into food photography, I'm not a chef; I don't dream meals.  Although if you read this chapter carefully, it's not only about the aesthetics of food, even for Edith. Parallelling earlier chapters, she picks up the idea, several times, of using what you have creatively--stretching a small meal to feed more people; or picking up what's available in a small store, and still finding surprises.

None of us are Edith clones.  I'm not Cindy, or Jeanne, or the Prudent Homemaker.  I have my own limits, my own interests, my own goals, and so do you.  But that doesn't mean we can't stretch a little, find our own ways to explore and enjoy God's gift of food.
Be gentle when you touch bread
Let it not lie uncared for--unwanted
So often bread is taken for granted
There is so much beauty in bread
Beauty of sun and soil, beauty of honest toil
Winds and rain have caressed it,
Christ often blessed it
Be gentle when you touch bread.
(poem quoted in The More-with-Less Cookbook)

Sheer nostalgia, last post: Three vintage toys with fun names

Fuzzy Felt

Tog'L Blocks

Colourforms (Colorforms if you're American)

Friday, June 07, 2013

What's for supper? (really cleaning out the fridge, again)

Tonight's dinner menu:

Stovetop dinner inspired by a Leave-it-to-Beaver-era recipe, but using, more or less, what we had on hand:  a pound of ground beef, some macaroni,  a can of mushroom soup plus a bit of leftover tomato soup, a bit of corn, celery, and seasonings.  Definitely some seasonings.  And cheese on top.

Carrot and zucchini sticks

Fruit pie made with the end of some frozen fruit and an oatmeal topping.

Tomorrow:  groceries.

Sheer nostalgia #4: Tupperware toys

Tupperware toys were everywhere when I was a kid.  At our house, at friends' houses, in doctors' waiting rooms.  I was invited to a Tupperware party recently and noticed that they still have some of the same toys.  Too bad our kids are too old for them.
 Our kids' dentist had a vintage set of these animal toys in his waiting room until about two years ago.
 We had Pop-a-lot toys like this pair, but ours had a sort of snap-action instead of a squishy bulb.
Shape Sorter:  still in the catalogue!

Thursday, June 06, 2013

Carol's Lunch Story: a preview of The Hidden Art of Homemaking, Chapter 8

(From Laurel's Kitchen, by Laurel Robertson, Carol Flinders, and Bronwen Godfrey; original edition, 1976)  Along with recipes, this book describes life in Berkeley, California, sometime in the early 1970's. Laurel has become something of a spiritual mentor to Carol, as well as being the resident expert on vegetarian food. It's the end of this story that fits well with what Edith is trying to say in Chapter 8 (including her story about feeding a tramp during the Depression), and that also speaks to some of our hesitancy about "it worked for her, but I'm not her." I'm not endorsing the meditation-and-Zen philosophy of the book (or the somewhat dated recipes--even Laurel and Carol revised the book ten years later); but I think it makes good points about the value of small gestures that show our care for others. Besides, this story about packing lunches always makes me hungry.

"One morning, out for a walk, I stopped at Laurel's house to see if she'd join me. She was packing Ed's lunch--his dinner, rather, because he was working from twelve to nine at the time. Thinking it would take just a few minutes, I sat down and waited. She suggested a little nervously that I might want to go on without her, but I blithely told her to take her time. No lunch box was in sight, just a big wicker basket with a lid--quite a large one, really, for just sandwiches and fruit. Then I saw the sandwiches: thick slices of dark rye around an egg salad sparked with sweet red peppers and parsley, so thick she had to cut the bread in half before assembling the finished product. But the sandwiches were the least of the story. A fragrant barley soup with translucent pieces of zucchini, celery, and mushrooms went into a wide-mouthed thermos carefully preheated with boiling water, and a tiny packet of grated cheese went in alongside to be sprinkled on top of the soup. She rinsed and dried lettuce and cherry tomatoes and put them into a plastic container with a tiny bottle of herb dressing, then got out a cantaloupe and cut it in half in perfect zigzags, scooped out the seeds, and packed one of the halves with cottage cheese and a sprinkling of toasted sunflower seeds....[I'm skipping the part about the peanut butter-protein balls for dessert]....I watched while Laurel fixed two more thermoses (one of decaffeinated coffee, one of hot malted milk spiked with a protein supplement) and put in napkins, a spoon, a fork, and an orange, carefully scored for easy peeling. "He's fighting a cold," she said hurriedly, without looking up. The lid was secured, just barely, and we were on our way.

"That night I told Tim about the huge basket and all the little containers that fit together just so...I knew he would be amused. We tried to envision the reactions of Ed's co-workers as our skinny friend sat soberly bringing out jar after box after bag after bottle of exquisitely catered food. The fantasy became more and more elaborate, and soon we were laughing so hard our sides hurt.

"The next morning, though, as I was whipping lunches together in my usual assembly-line fashion, I felt a distinct drag on the operation. Something in me was balking. For the first time, I wondered whether Tim actually liked the lunches I fixed him. He'd never said he didn't. His lunch was always the same--an apple, an orange, and two sandwiches, one of soy spread with alfalfa sprouts, one with peanut butter and honey. Very tentatively, I put a couple of tomato slices with the soy spread, and I bagged the sprouts separately to keep them from sogging down in the mayonnaise. Banana slices and a sprinkle of leftover toasted sesame seed brightened up the peanut butter. I threw the sandwiches into the bag with the fruit, but this time I took a little more care than usual that the apple shouldn't sit directly athwart the sandwiches. I came within a hair's breadth of pulling the orange out and scoring it, but I wasn't sure he was ready for that...."

Next week's topic in The Hidden Art of Homemaking will be Chapter 8, "Food."  Stay tuned for more posts and maybe some recipes.

Linked from the Chapter 8 Linky at Ordo Amoris.

Sheer nostalgia #3: Mis-named dolls

Sometimes tracking down childhood toys, especially dolls, can be stymied by the names we gave them; we know that we named a favourite doll after a friend or someone in a book, but we don't remember what it really said on the box.  Usually the box is long, long gone anyway.  I had a drink-and-wet doll that always went by "Bat Baby," named not after the superhero but because I had pointed at her in a store just before Christmas, when I was almost two, and asked for "bat baby."  I think she was a Horsman doll, but it's hard to tell because, like a lot of inexpensive dolls of that era, her pretty blonde hair quickly acquired the texture of a pot scrubber.

The doll with the red-and-white stripes was called Rosemary.  I have no idea if that was her real name.  (That's a visiting friend holding Rosemary and wearing the luffly hat.  I'm the one in the fedora.)

The doll in the photo below was always called "Kimmie."  I assumed that I'd named her...or someone had...after my cousin Kim.
Turns out the doll actually was a "Kimmie."  She was one of a line of very popular Native-costumed dolls sold by Regal Imports in the early 1960's.  Well, once in awhile you get lucky.

Wednesday, June 05, 2013

Thrift Store Wednesdays

Most thrift-shoppish, what-are-we-gonna-do-with-this thing that came in today: a pile of very dated craft books.  Not even old enough to be vintage, just old enough to be ugly.  Stuffed heads made out of pantyhose; felt and styrofoam and needlepoint in ghastly combinations.  Rather than put the whole works out for recycling, I figured that some customer out there might have enough sense of humour to pick them up...but I priced them extremely low to be on the safe side.

An even stranger thing we found in a box of books: a very large album, the kind with old discoloured adhesive pages, full of postcards mixed with family vacation snapshots.  Not much we could do with that one.

What came home?

Mama Squirrel found mini-Penguin copies of Aesop's Fables and Emerson's essay "Nature," and a vintage Scholastic copy of Page Boy of Camelot (you can tell I'm on a King Arthur spree lately).

But once again it was Dollygirl who really found cool-to-her stuff: an Only Hearts Club doll, and some Build-a-Bear clothes.  She also had the good idea of arranging a row of kids' books about dads on a display rack, for Father's Day.  Yay Dollygirl!

(The Apprentice was also a superstar by barbecuing pork chops and making real mashed potatoes to go with them.)

Sheer nostalgia #2: toys from our past

Found on Ebay here.

I had forgotten about this toy for about forty years.  When I started searching for "plastic steam roller," I wasn't sure I'd even remember what it looked like...and I think my grandpa might have had more than one.

But this was one of them.  Almost for sure, unless my mind is completely playing tricks and I'm thinking of my aunt's grey-and-red roller skates.

My grandpa?  He loved steam trains and steam farm equipment.  He drove a vintage steam tractor at an annual Labour Day steam fair.  Somebody probably gave him this for a joke present...and it became something for the grandchildren to play with.  Being the oldest grandchild, that would have been me, until the others came along.  On the floor, from the dining room into Grandma's kitchen, and back again.  Over the heating grate.  Back to the kitchen again.

I'd forgotten.  Sometimes it takes a picture to drag things up.

Tuesday, June 04, 2013

Sheer nostalgia: a toy from my past

I didn't own this push-toy.  It resided in a tiny bookcase in the dining room of a great-aunt and uncle, along with a tub of kindergarten beads and a fake book with a snake that popped out.  These were their "toys to amuse visiting children," and we pushed those piggies, strung those beads, and popped that snake many times over the years, while the adults visited.
(It's not my photo either--I found it online.)

Monday, June 03, 2013

Almost as good as a "specious family home"

Back in 2007, I posted about a real estate listing that offered a "specious family home."

Yesterday we saw a listing almost as good.  This one had an "expensive foyer."

Like this, maybe?  But I think they meant "expansive."

Sunday, June 02, 2013

Dollygirl's Grade Six: Camp Fun Week

Dollygirl's dolls are off to camp this week at Camp Doll Diaries.  Their bunkbeds have been moved into Dollygirl's closet, so they have a "cabin."  The doll table and chairs are now the "dining hall." So I thought Dollygirl might like to have a bit of camp this week for school.  I have rearranged the timetable, and also lightened the workload a bit. This is the basic outline--Dollygirl has some ideas of her own too.

MONDAY

Gathering Time:
Prayer and Singing
Nature Poems
"Proverbs of Uncle Eric," #1-7 (from the last chapter of Uncle Eric Talks About...)
Augustus Caesar's World:  "On the German Border"

Craft Cabin:  maybe do whatever the suggested Doll Diaries projects are for today?

Quiet Time: Key to Percents
Letters Home

Science Quest: Explore The Kids' Science Challenge Website.

Counsellor Readalouds:  The Two Towers, The Aeneid of Virgil (retelling)...I was going to add Swallows and Amazons, but (for once) Dollygirl says she does remember reading that a few years ago, so we're mostly sticking to Tolkien.

Camp Chores: grass cutting, taking care of vacationing neighbours' flowers

Waterfront activities:  swimming lesson after dinner.

TUESDAY

Gathering Time:
Prayer and Singing
Nature Poems
"Proverbs of Uncle Eric," #8-14 
Augustus Caesar's World: "The Passover" (the story of Jesus talking to the elders)

Craft cabin:  the dolls are getting decorated cushions that Dollygirl sewed yesterday

Quiet Time:
Key to Percents:  fun page about kids playing "trashketball" in class, but Dollygirl changed it to a cabinful of campers tossing pillows at each other

World Quest:  What's it like to visit Plymouth?  (That is, Plymouth in England.)

Counsellor Readalouds:  The Two Towers

Camp Chores:  neighbours' house

WEDNESDAY

Gathering Time:
Prayer and Singing.  We learned a song, "Tiritomba," out of Mama Squirrel's old Girl Guide campfire song book.  Um...in English, though.  (The music on the You-tube clip doesn't start until about 38 seconds in.)



Nature Poems
"Proverbs of Uncle Eric," #15-21.  This is turning out to be a good review of the book.

Craft Cabin:  fun-foam sun visors for the dolls

Quiet Time:
Balance Benders
Letters Home

Counsellor Readalouds  (The Two Towers)

Service Opportunity (helping at the thrift store)
THURSDAY

Gathering Time:
Prayer and Singing
Nature Poems
"Proverbs of Uncle Eric," #22-28
Augustus Caesar's World: "My Dear Tiberius"

Craft cabin

Quiet Time:
Key to Percents:  story problems to be solved by finding equal fractions.  Sample:  "A class of 32 students has 12 boys.  What percent of the students are boys?"
Letters Home
Science Quest:  Explore The Kids' Science Challenge Website.
Counsellor Readalouds
Camp Chores
After Dinner:  Movies in the Dining Hall
FRIDAY
Gathering Time:
Prayer and Singing
Nature poems
"Proverbs of Uncle Eric," #29-35, and conclusion of the book
Shakespeare Play:  Love's Labour's Lost   (we watched a short video version of the last few minutes.  This has not been Dollygirl's favourite play, so I wanted to end it off in a good way.)
Craft Cabin

World Quest:  Learn about the lighthouses of Plymouth.




Quiet Time: Key to Percents

Counsellor Readalouds

Waterfront Activities:  Go swimming with The Apprentice!

In memory of Jean Stapleton



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