"When the birches in the hollow turned as golden as sunshine and the maples behind the orchard were royal crimson and the wild cherry trees along the lane put on the loveliest shades of dark red and bronzy green, while the fields sunned themselves in aftermaths," Anne from Anne of Green Gables exclaimed on one Saturday morning, "I am so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers. Look at these maple branches. Don't they give you a thrill--several thrills?".
Having my students act out a chapter scene from The Scarlett Letter. Needing anA. Printing off one and texted a student to make one. My soul is enlarged from the weekend in Nashville at Hutchmoot. Here are a few photos I found online:
Way back in March we got tickets to Hutchmoot in Nashville. It is a conference by the Rabbit Room writers and musicians. I compare it to a medieval guild and Culture Care of Makoto Fujimura. Somehow meeting one person led to another and all of a sudden I have a handful of friends who have gone to Hutchmoot. They are Rabbit Room members. Here is how this creative community started and it was Lewis and his Inklings who really started it. You know when you do something and it seems as if the key opened the door. Well, when you get tickets in March, they don't say WHO IS THE KEYNOTE speaker. LOOK who it is: Keynote speaker : Luci Shaw One of the workshops is N.D. Wilson. ( Death by Living) One with Charlie Peacock , although they may be at the same time. I hope to learn and see something unique in the Christian life this week as these very writers and musicians share their love for words and music or is it musical words? I know I will see something very beautiful in their love for each other and the One who created them. Andrew Peterson, Andy Gullahorn, Jill Philips, Pete Peterson, Jennifer Trafton, Jonathan Rogers, Sally and Clay Clarkson, Lanier Ivester, Rebecca Reynolds ( I adore her poetry) I am thankful. more next week on this fabulous time in the Kingdom.....
New cookbook out by Jamie Oliver: Comfort Food He was a special needs kid and writes his cookbooks & makes every recipe. I do believe him. I just listened to him in an interview. He cares for his staff and their mortgages. He adores his dad. He has a beautiful wife and children. He lives back where he started , in the town of his childhood. They ( his parents and siblings ) lived above the pub his dad ran. Turning 40 next May.... He says these are "home run" recipes. Just put a HOLD on this cookbook at the library. Just found Jamie on Instagram. He is in Canada and already been to NYC for this book.
Today, my students were smitten by this poem: The Courtship of Miles Standish by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow They begged to continue to read it out loud together next week and declared ' We must" but there are some who just can't wait to see how the courtship goes and will read on. They are to zip their mouths in class next Tuesday! They are also romantics! We know who they are! See this line below: You must not now and then tuck a pill into the jam. ( you must not what? be content that the poem shall always charm... and then tuck a pill into the jam... which means help the poem in some way. It will delight on its own with the use of rhyme and rhythm)
Charlotte Mason's Parent's Review : An Address on the Teaching of Poetry The poetry must be such as to delight them, (1) by being in itself delightful; and (2) by being suitable to their years.
(1) The poetry must be itself delightful. All the poetry they learn must be delightful. If you wish poetry all through life to preserve its charm for them, you must be content that it shall always charm. You must not now and then tuck a pill into the jam. I speak as a parent when I say that I can understand that the temptation to do this may be irresistible, but it must be resisted. You must be content that the names of the faithful spies, the laws of mechanics, and even the nature of Repentance, shall lapse from your children's memories IF they cannot be treasured there without the use of rhyme and rhythm. Rhyme and rhythm are to be sacred to joy, and these other things are not joyful. Need I add that learning poetry must on no account be made a punishment.
(2) The poetry must be suitable to their years. You must not expect little children to enjoy what you enjoy. You can drink claret, perhaps port, perhaps champagne, they cannot; their natural beverage is milk. The sources of joy open to them are the simplest, and to these you must bring them. The grandeur of Milton's blank verse will be as little to them as an organ concerto of Handel's; they must have simple rhythms to begin with, and they must have rhyme; they must have verses that sing themselves. And the subjects, too, must be appropriate to their age. There is an age, just beyond Nursery Rhymes, which finds its most exquisite joy in the "land of counterpane." For such in our generation Louis Stevenson has written, or, in a more ideal way, Blake, in some of his "Songs of Innocence." And let me say here, in a parenthesis, that I agree with Miss Mason (whom we all delight to honour) in somewhat dreading nonsense verses for children as being a trifle (shall I say) profane. I once heard a mother of the upper classes reciting to her young hopefuls these graceful and spirit-stirring lines:
"Old Mrs. Hubblechin,
Had a little double chin."
What a criticism of life! Keep verse for the serious joys of life. Then, for children of an older growth, there are narrative poems, such as Mrs. Hemans' "Casabianca.." There is Longfellow, the very poet of reflective childhood; and for those older, again, there is Scott, there is Macaulay, and there are the "Northern Ballads." There are poems too for all moods--poems that breathe and inspire the joy of patriotism, like Campbell's "Battle of the Baltic" and "Ye Mariners of England," Cowper's "Boadicea," and "The Royal George," Burns' "Scots wha hae," Browning's "Herve Riel," Tennyson's "Revenge," Taylor's "Red Thread of Honour," Yule's "Birkenhead"; poems full of the joy of romance, such as Allingham's "Up the Airy Mountain," Browning's "Pied Piper," Arnold's "Forsaken Merman," Coleridge's "Kubla Khann" and "Ancient Mariner"; poems of the joy of earth, like Shelley's "Cloud and Skylark," and poems of man's fellow-creatures, like many of Cowpers.
And then there is Shakespeare from whom alone, almost, one might feed one's children from boyhood to old age.