Saturday, December 31, 2011

Last Day of 2011


Warm outside.
Sunny.
Carolina blue sky.

I finished the very British Wodehouse book: Right Ho, Jeeves. There were many words to ask my husband!
He is almost like a walking dictionary but a few stumped him. Skijoring; buckedness ( in looking this word up , the lines in the book came up on Google! Must be a Wodehouse word); others and of course:
What ho and Right ho! 

Quiet evening ahead after a few weeks of preparations
and travel. 


How about you?





Friday, December 30, 2011

last Friday in 2011

We are back in town from Atlanta , well, the outskirt 
of that southern city. Back from Grandma's new house.
I read while two of my children, Grandma and my husband  played Scrabble for the last two nights. 
I always keep a Commonplace Book. Nancy has a 
blog on keeping one. I always put the date and what I am doing and the weather! Maybe my grands will love that part of reading it when it is passed down. 



Tuesday, December 27, 2011

The Week After Christmas


Celebrations. 
Christ's birth.
Food.
Son's Christmas Eve birthday.
Food.
Engagements.
Food.
Family gatherings.
Food.
Delicious.

Best quote  in Steve Job's biography: 


"I always thought of myself as a humanities person as a kid, but I liked electronics," he said, " Then I read something that one of my heroes , Edwin Land of Polaroid, said about the importance of people who could stand at the intersection of the humanities and sciences, and I decided that is what I wanted to do."

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

This Week

                                                Upper: Evan and Brandie
                                                Lower: Brad and Kara

This week is full of joy for the  next year will be the Year of Weddings:   Brad is getting married in March.Evan proposed friday night.  My nephew proposed Saturday. There's a run on weddings!
Praising God!


We are settling into games , movies, books , and food!
How about you?

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Facebook or Blog


The tree is up!
We watched in the background "Little Women"
while eating pizza and salad and putting the ornaments on the tree. 

The Christmas Tree at the MET in NYC with the nativity scene surrounding the bottom. 



Tuesday, December 13, 2011

The Thirteen Days of Christmas

 I have this book on my Christmas shelf that I must have ordered last year. It is delightful. 

" St. Stephen's Day was the only day of the year on which all the boys in the town were up well before seven. It was still dark when the streets rang with their shrill hopeful whistling for snow. A snowball fight was the best of all St. Stephen's Day battles...."

Romance, a wealthy man woes his love  with the Twelve Days of Christmas , all set to the  Twelve Days of Christmas. I won't tell you about how he got 3 French hens  or 3 turtledoves! Maybe it is in your library. I highly recommend it. You will chuckle. 
 

Sunday, December 11, 2011

Advent Poem

By one of my favorite living poets:

"The Whip of Advent" by Tristan Gylberd




 The pitch of the stall was glorious
Though the straw was dusty and old
Though it blew bitter and cold
The wind sang with orchestral beauty
The night was mysteriously gleaming
Though the earth was fallen, forlorn
For under the eaves of splendor
A child-The Child-was born
Oxen Sheep and doves
Crowded round Nativity's scene
Though the world still failed to grasp
T’was here that peace had been
Cast out into a cave
When no room was found for Him
His coming was a scourge
That cleansed a robber's den
While the Temple's become a cattle stall
Where beasts and such are sold
The Child's turned Manger into Temple
And changed the base to gold
Tis the paradox of the ages:
Worldly wisdom will ne're relent
To notice signs of visitation
Nor the cords of the whip of Advent

Friday, December 9, 2011

The Lord sparkles the morning


I am walking around a m a z e d.
Glitter is in the air.
Angels.
I think of these lines from Richard Wilbur's poem 

'Love Calls Us to the Things of This World' which comes from St. Augustine :



                     Outside the open window   

The morning air is all awash with angels.


I have been  praying for 2 who have cancer every morning since diagnoses earlier this Fall. Now from  writing a letter to one on Tuesday , getting a call last night: they know each other. One sells eyeglasses and the other works for an eye doctor. WHO would have known? I didn't. They didn't until my letter this week to say " I am praying for you." 



No kidding God moment!
His beauty. 
His amazing love.
Pouring in. 

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

You know when you happen upon something on the internet


You look up an image and you find a very  beautiful blog. Here's where I ended up from the Morgan Library in NYC to Bibliodyssey: 


Books~~Illustrations~~Science~~History~~Visual Materia Obscura~~Eclectic Bookart




Das Baby-Liederbuch 1914 a Baby Songbook



Anjou Bible - illuminated manuscript parchment

The Royal Anjou Bible

"By any definition, it is one of the supreme Bibles of the gothic period"
[Christopher de Hamel*, Cambridge]


16th c. hand-drawn map of East coast of USA

The Vallard Atlas

North America, East Coast

It amazing that you get as much done as you do.......quote by a former student to me right now!


 

Monday, December 5, 2011

Preparation



Only a few decorations are up in our house.
Preparation also means finishing. You have to end
something to start something!
Class tomorrow will be the last one at my house.  Winding up Rasselas of the dictionary author: Samuel Johnson. H. E. Marshall has a lovely narrative of this author in English Literature for Boys and Girls which we have been reading out loud. Or look at this lovely Google Book with illustrations. 
Midterm is on Thursday. Charlotte Mason style.

From Samuel Johnson's Dictionary: 1755 

Chrístmas. n.s. [from Christ and mass.] The day on which the nativity of our blessed Saviour is celebrated, by the particular service of the church.


Séraphim. n.s. [This is properly the plural of seraph, and therefore cannot have s added; yet, in compliance with our language, seraphims is sometimes written.] Angels of one of the heavenly orders.
To thee cherubim and seraphim continually do cry. Com. Pr.
Then flew one of the seraphims unto me, having a live coal in his hand. Is. vi. 6.
Of seraphim another row. Milton.


To Loll. v.a. To put out: used of the tongue exerted.
All authors to their own defects are blind;
Hadst thou but, Janus-like, a face behind,
To see the people, when splay mouths they make,
To mark their fingers pointed at thy back,
Their tongues loll’d out a foot.
Dryden’s Persius.
By Strymon’s freezing streams he sat alone,
Trees bent their heads to hear him sing his wrongs,
Fierce tygers couch’d around, and loll’d their fawning tongues.
Dryden’s Virgil.
By the wolf were laid the martial twins;
Intrepid on her swelling dugs they hung,
The foster-dam loll’d out her fawning tongue.
Dryden.


Remembering this line from Hamlet  this Advent:

So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.

Saturday, December 3, 2011

First Saturday...

The week was full.
Full of students and projects.Wonderful ones on engineering in Antiquity. Emma did a replica of the Temple of Dundur which is at the MET which we saw in September.  Caesar Augustus had it built on the Nile. The heiroglyphics picture a Pharoah with Augustus' face! She built the temple which is the building with columns.


Christmas Concert on Thursday night! Aren't live voices better than a recording?!!

We ordered the bridesmaid dress for Emma yesterday. March wedding for her policeman brother. 


Saturday. I love Saturdays. Last week seemed like everyday from Weds. to Sunday was Saturday. 
Almost done with the leftovers.


 



Thursday, December 1, 2011

Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Hemming


I've had Emma's long black skirt
since early October when Dec. 1st
Concert date seems miles to go. 
It does feel like Robert Frost's 
"Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy 
Evening." 

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep....



The promise is to hem this skirt so she can sing 
tomorrow night. All pinned up. Ready for my needle 
and thread. Quite a lovely concert with this song by 
Eric Whitacre: Lux Arumque ( Light and Gold)


Monday, November 28, 2011

Books for this Advent



Advent arrived right as Thanksgiving Dinner ushered family back to their place in the world.
Place meaning apartment or college dorm room in our case with our sons.

Second son is planning his wedding for early March. That seemed to be here so quickly
from his engagement last Christmas. NOW to look on my shelf to start a Christmas
Devotion and Christmas Stories. Postings soon.

Any suggestions?

Dorcas gathered her old brown cloak firmly about her, as though the balmy southwest wind were a savage northeaster, and peered out from the recesses of her brown beaver bonnet like an owl from the shelter of a hollow tree. Nevertheless there was the hint of a smile upon her usually grim mouth. For though she did not admit it, she was enjoying this expedition in search of the erring Polly. The sharp tang of the seaweed lying in shining coils on the sand below her was delightful. The sparkle of the sea in the sunshine raised her spirits. Turning to look at the little town, she found she had forgotten how pretty it was with its steep cobbled streets climbing the hill, its old red roofs all higgledy-piggledy and the plumes of smoke from the chimneys azure in the clear air. (p. 28)

Saturday, November 26, 2011

When you have computer problems...


You have to  CALL upon a husband, several children who actually are grown: 22, 19, and 14,
and you have to take it to the store to get a new card so this computer can get to the Internet.
All done today. I'm thankful to each. 

Otherwise, all is well. My sister's   birthday celebration on 
Sunday  in Durham at Duke Chapel for worship, lovely French restaurant for lunch , and seeing The Rockette's Christmas Show.
Then the house has filled up with sons, a daughter-in-law, girlfriends and friends to eat, talk, eat, and talk!

The weather outside is mild.

What was your best recipe on your Thanksgiving table?


Thursday, November 17, 2011

Over in England


"Recording is as important to me 
as the actual  making." Ann at Journaling the Journal  writes as she prepares for an 
Arts and Crafts Exhibition in Whichford, England to raise money to restore windows for  St. Michaels Church:

A good luncheon can evidently be obtained at The Norman Knight, opposite the Village Green, and Whichford Pottery is well-worth visiting. We're raising money to restore the windows in the Church; there is stained glass dating back to medieval times, and the village itself existed long before the de Mohuns were granted land here by William the Conqueror in 1086.


 I hear a sigh.
Mine is echoing in yours. 
 

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Ann Patchett opens Parnassus Books in Nashville

"Ms. Patchett said that she is counting on her store to drive home a sharp, tough-love message to book lovers: buy books at independent stores, or the stores will go away."

Read about it at the NY Times and on NPR.

I loved TRUTH AND BEAUTY: A Friendship. 
Ann wrote Bel Canto. 

Her newest book: State of Wonder.

Need a road trip. 

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Back to Dictation

It is  such a good tool for learning vocabulary, spelling,and punctuation. Dictation.
Great time today thinking about where commas go,
how to spell "sententious,"and what is a bromide! 
All in a dictation lesson.


We are using the "parvum opus" of Strunk and White: The Elements of Style. 
We are also loving " Eats,Shoots & Leaves." There are picture books that are priceless byLynnTruss that even my high school students loved. Laughed. When a writing ends in laughter, it reminds me of 
Billy Collin's poetry. 
   I found an old English author in a Parent's 
Review: Edwin Abbot. There are lots of 
Google books online.  Logic and a training
to examine a word and its uses are learned.
Then there is remembering what they read.
Good teaching on both sites. Good books 
on writing.

Monday, November 14, 2011

Time


We had a long weekend just
over the Appalachians to Knoxville
to see our 3rd son Evan. 
He's job hunting and taking online
post-grad classes. CPA ahead for him.
It was fun. Very fun to thrift store
shop:  Van Gogh print and a drafting
desk that I wish I had! 
Lovely drive and Autumn still had 
her gay scarf on with gold and reds!



Today is Monday. You know Monday is
the start to the week after the Sabbath.
How's your week starting? 
Here the weather has a warmth to it 
which brought shorts out for my daughter!

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Energy Bars




I have two batches of
River Cottage's :
Honey and Peanut Butter
Booster Bars

cooling .
Easy. I used the Flax -Peanut
Butter ( you can add flax which
I did add what I had in the house)
from Trader Joe's.

I love the River Cottagecookbooks
from Dorset, England.
It was started in a 17th
century farmhouse in Dorset:
River Cottage.




Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Bison?


I loved to be inspired.
I am listening to a new
sound: Bison.

Group is from VA.
Playing at IAM next
Friday night
in NYC.

Not closeby.
Great words.
Biblical.
Celtic, folk, classical.
Makes me smile.
Clap my hands.
Thinking some sons would
like the sound.
Thinking how beautiful
is music.
It's different.
Sounds a bit European.
Not American.
Definitely not what's on
mainline radio these days.
Doesn't that say alot for
just listening to them tonight!


Monday, November 7, 2011

Jane Eyre.....or Janet


Mr. Rochester called Jane
"Janet." We had a most
lovely brunch and skyping
a friend in Austria for our
Book Club on Saturday.
See my friend's post
on Janet.

Such a rich and lengthy
discussion that we only
got half of the book covered!

Do reread it.
You will marvel at Bronte's
insight and rich language.


Thursday, November 3, 2011

Quotes for my Commonplace Book



From Miss Charlotte Bronte's
book: Jane Eyre

Mr. Rochester to Jane:

" You never felt jealousy, did you,
Miss Eyre -- your soul sleeps , shock
its yet to be given which shall waken
it. -- You will come some day to a
craggy pass of the channel , where
the whole of life's stream will be
broken up into whirl and tumult,
foam and noise; either you will
be dashed into atoms on crag points,
or lifted up and borne on by some
master wave into a calmer current--
as I am now."

" You want to read the tablet of one's
heart."

" We know that God is everywhere;
but certainly we feel His presence most
when His works are on the grandest
scale spread before us: and it is in
the unclouded night sky ,where His
worlds wheel their silent course,
that we read clearest His
infinitude,
His omnipotence,
His omnipresence.
I had risen to my knees to pray for
Mr. Rochester."

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

November!


Crept in to my life so fast
today.
Did it to you?

I liked writing October.
November brings in the
holidays and then we turn
into another year older!

I'm reading Jane Eyre again
for our Book Club on Saturday.
I am struck so deeply by her
language and humanity of the
characters. She read and read
as a child at home in their
library. She caught down deep
language. She caught attention
to syntax and vocabulary.
And she caught what love looks
like within Jane.

Friday, October 28, 2011

Wendell speaks

ON Civil Disobedience.
October 20, 2o11 in Cambridge, Mass.
This reminds me of A Christian
Manifesto
by Francis Schaeffer.
( must read in high school)

I got a few of his earlier poetry
books out of the library.
First editions .
Small and tight.
I love such poetry books.


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Wednesday, October 26, 2011

WE had already read this Richard Wilbur poem


So amazing the timing!
Wilbur is our poet of the
semester.

A Barred Owl

The warping night air having brought the boom
Of an owl’s voice into her darkened room,
We tell the wakened child that all she heard
Was an odd question from a forest bird,
Asking of us, if rightly listened to,
“Who cooks for you?” and then “Who cooks for you?”

Words, which can make our terrors bravely clear,
Can also thus domesticate a fear,
And send a small child back to sleep at night
Not listening for the sound of stealthy flight
Or dreaming of some small thing in a claw
Borne up to some dark branch and eaten raw.

Yesterday, I told my Elementary poetry
students about WHAT happened,
they left my house WHOOOING....
up my driveway on alert to hear
a WHO COOKS FOR YOU back!

Monday, October 24, 2011

That owl was hungry


Our day with the OWL in our
yard this afternoon.

The OWL who sat on a branch
outside our back porch.

The OWL who had a mockingbird
mock him, swoop at him, and
chatter so much that HE was
danger!

The OWL who flew to our front
roof over the front porch. We
sat in Gordan's bedroom and
watched him get something
dead out of the gutter!

The OWL who then flew
to the magnolia tree and
stared at us. YOU know they
stare right at you.

The OWL who then had a
squirrel from his beak.

Back home 3 hours later,
he is sitting on a branch
of the Bradford pears at
the top of the driveway.

Emma hears a shriek.
The OWL is in the squirrel
nest up a pine tree. I yelled
up at him how BAD he was.
Third squirrel in 24 hours
in his beak.

Many FIRSTS to record!

( photos and a video were
taken! Stay tuned.)


FIRSTS


I always think of this now:
Book of Firsts.

I made one in a blank journal.
Nancy writes a good blog
on The Calendar of First.



It is a capital plan for the children to keep a calendar––the first oak-leaf, the first tadpole, the first cowslip, the first catkin, the first ripe blackberries, where seen, and when.
( Charlotte Mason)


It builds a habit.
Attention.
Observation.
Recording in a book.

Yesterday , my neighbors
and husband all said this as
we sat on their back porch:

"THIS is the first time we've seen
that."


An owl swooped from the trees
to the top of my green roof
with an animal in it's mouth.
A squirrel.
He held it down.
We could hear the animal.
Then he flew to a branch in my
front yard. By this time, we
had binoculars.

This morning the crows were
cawing and cawing. It was such
a raucous that I looked outside.
They were chasing a hawk.
He just sat there on a branch too.

Well, our Squirrel Nutkin got more
than his tail off and I made sure
our cat Oreo was inside!




Tuesday, October 18, 2011

New Tim Keller Book: Nov. 1

White on white with this book cover!
Excitement.
Tim and Kathy Keller write the book
from their lectures and his sermons
on the subject : Marriage.
Watch a short , fun video of the
two here.

November 1st.

Monday, October 17, 2011

For my students and children




Farmer Sitting by the Fireside Reading....Van Gogh


“Deeply engaged reading leads to perceptual awakening, stimulation of the core of the intuitive and experiential . . . What reading and writing can teach us is a deeper empathy that leads us to desire the best for others who are entirely different from us, and to long to communicate with them.”

- Makoto Fujimura, “Refractions #26: The Epistle of Van Gogh


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Wednesday, October 12, 2011

The Letter T

I recently saw this illuminated
letter "T:
at MoBia's KJV's 400th Anniv.
Exhibit. It is small but glorious.

All the letters were beside the
larger canvas which Makoto
did for each of the Four Gospels.
Each Gospel had it's own wall.
He then illuminated each chapter.
Here is Chapter 1 of Matthew:

Matthew 1 TE

My Matthew 1 chapter head initial letter (each initial letter was specifically designed for each chapter) Here you can see the names in Matthew's genealogy listed inside the "T." The shape of the "T" always reminds me of the cross of Jesus.

Makoto Fujimura

Monday, October 10, 2011

The beginning of another week and a book


Monday is a stay at home
day. I get ready for three
busy days, then friday is
a stay at home day.
Book Ends.

I finished Donald Miller's
To Own a Dragon: Reflections
of Growing Up without a Father.

over the weekend in a few days.
He wrote Blue Like Jazz and
seems to have a knack for putting
jazz into his writing. I never
thought I needed to read this book.
One of my sons loved Miller's books
but we didn't get this one because
he has a dad. Me: divorce. So reading
this book brought to light a few
things to help me go deeper into that
wound. I recommend it to anyone
who has absence in their life. Absence
of any kind, not just a dad. It also is
one of the best books on manhood!

I found this short interview and wonder
if Miller has done this:

Miller: I’m working on a book called A Map of Eden, which is a biography of a performance artist who, with his art, brings to life social justice issues and calls people to action. Thomas Nelson will publish that.

Are you wondering at the title?
It is in the second chapter:

" I didn't start reading till in college,
but I knew about fairies and dragons
and trolls from hearing about them
at reading time when the librarian
at my elementary school crossed her
long legs and sat silently until we
sat silently. Then she'd wrap her lips
around the simple words of a children's
book, holding her palm against the
crease of the page , turning the book
towards us to display the watercolor
pictures ~~~ a small troll in a big coat
who lived under a bridge, his eyes ever
alert for travelers on the bridge. There
was a book of a boy riding a dragon
through the clouds, smoke and fire...
and I remember wondering what it would
be like to own a dragon.....

I bring this up because in writing some
thoughts about a father, or not having
a father, I feel as though I am writing
a book about a dragon or a troll under
a bridge. For me a father is nothing more
than a character in a fairy tale."

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Friday, October 7, 2011

Julia's Yarn




Maybe you saw this if you
knit and read Getting
Stitched on the Farm.
It is another sign of the
times: Kristin Nicholas' Julia
yarn( named after her daughter)
is being discontinued.
Read here and order halfprice
for her scrumptious colors
from her sheep!

photos from Getting Stitched
on the Farm~~

Thursday, October 6, 2011

Apple's head


I am reading the NY Times
tonight about Steve Job.
Very interesting

He put much stock in the notion of “taste,” a word he used frequently. It was a sensibility that shone in products that looked like works of art and delighted users. Great products, he said, were a triumph of taste, of “trying to expose yourself to the best things humans have done and then trying to bring those things into what you are doing.

and this about consumers
which is what I think (I am
so technically ignorant!)

When asked what market research went into the iPad, Mr. Jobs replied: “None. It’s not the consumers’ job to know what they want.”

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

Kuyper


"Thinking itself is a spiritual activity"

Abraham Kuyper

Monday, October 3, 2011

Busy, busy writing



My Students are writing stories.

Richard Wilbur, poet the siblings
are learning this semester, writes about
his daughter writing. My daughter
is writing. He reads it HERE.
I might have
to read it
with my students.
Several
metaphors and imagery and
that last line~!!

THE WRITER

In her room at the prow of the house
Where light breaks, and the windows are tossed with linden,
My daughter is writing a story.

I pause in the stairwell, hearing
From her shut door a commotion of typewriter-keys
Like a chain hauled over a gunwale.

Young as she is, the stuff
Of her life is a great cargo, and some of it heavy:
I wish her a lucky passage.

But now it is she who pauses,
As if to reject my thought and its easy figure.
A stillness greatens, in which

The whole house seems to be thinking,
And then she is at it again with a bunched clamor
Of strokes, and again is silent.

I remember the dazed starling
Which was trapped in that very room, two years ago;
How we stole in, lifted a sash

And retreated, not to affright it;
And how for a helpless hour, through the crack of the door,
We watched the sleek, wild, dark

And iridescent creature
Batter against the brilliance, drop like a glove
To the hard floor, or the desk-top,

And wait then, humped and bloody,
For the wits to try it again; and how our spirits
Rose when, suddenly sure,

It lifted off from a chair-back,
Beating a smooth course for the right window
And clearing the sill of the world.

It is always a matter, my darling,
Of life or death, as I had forgotten. I wish
What I wished you before, but harder.





Friday, September 30, 2011

Today demands a poem


I may write one as the air
of Autumn arrived , sun
brings goodness on its
rays, and the skies make your
head rise up!

Until that poem appears in
my journal from my pen,
I think about Richard
Wilbur's poem that says
the morning is awash with
angels.


Abraham and the Three Angels


I found Luci Shaw writing
for Flourish Magazine which
also has a Wendell Berry-ness
to it. Here is a Rilke poem found
there . Must write some letters!~
( see that line , keep that Lost ART
going gals)

Lord: it is time. The Summer was so immense.
Lay your shadow on the sundials,
and let loose the wind in the fields.

Bid the last fruits to be full,
give them another two more southerly days,
press them to ripeness, and chase
the last sweetness into the heavy wine.

Whoever has no house now will not build one anymore.
Whoever is along now will remain so for a long time,
will stay up, read, write long letters,
and wander the avenues, up and down,
restlessly, while the leaves are blowing.



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Autumn Garden, Van Gogh

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

hum....


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I am looking
at the Yarn Stores for
the NY Yarn Crawl this
weekend. I am not there
or going there BUT
I can pick up needles
and yarn and next trip
go here:

Brooklyn General Store

Great video with this song.
It made me smile tonight!
Don't you want to sit in
and take a seat.

Song

born to hum


once in the spring of my 24th year
i had nothing to say.
with a dangling promise and
a terrible past
i threw all the words away.

we were born to hum.

you were the last in my 24th year
to make a demand of my voice.
i tickled your ear and
i laughed in your face and
i gave you my choice.

we were born to hum.

it's a gradual running,
a kind of release
that's settled on my face.
once in awhile i complain to myself,
nothing gets done!
nothing's in place!

but i would rather hum.
i would rather hum.


© 2003 Erin McKeown

Second Edition Preface



Charlotte Bronte did not write
a Preface to the first edition of
JANE EYRE. She did to the second.
She gives acknowledgements and
remarks in the Second Editon's
Preface , giving this at the end to
whom she dedicated the work:

Finally, I have alluded to Mr. Thackeray, because to him- if he will accept the tribute of a total stranger- I have dedicated this second edition of Jane Eyre. CURRER BELL.

I am starting reread Jane Eyre for
the 3rd time in my life. It's the next
Book Club in October!
I remember hearing Susan
Schaeffer Macaulay speak on Reading
and Literature with an admonition
to read Jane Eyre every decade!
I've missed a few but the first time
holds a great story . More on that to
come!


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Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Dedication Pages


"This is no furniture for the scholar's library, but a book for the winter evening schoolroom when the tasks are over and the hour for bed draws near; and honest Alan, who was a grim old fire-eater in his day, has in his new avatar no more desperate purpose than to steal some young gentleman's attention from his Ovid, carry him awhile into the Highlands and the last century, and pack him to bed with some engaging images to mingle with his dreams."

Robert Louis Stevenson, Dedication Page to Kidnapped

Ovid ~~ have you read any of this Roman poet?

Plus that is ONE sentence! It's what great writers do.



Monday, September 26, 2011

Thomas Merton for Monday Gratitude

God, who, in His mercy, completes the hidden and mysterious work of creation in us by enlightening our minds and hearts, by awakening in us the awareness that we are words spoken in His One Word and that Creator Spiritus dwells in us, and we in him.

Thomas Merton

Saturday, September 24, 2011

Me tagged?


I was tagged by Nancy
on her blog for something
called MEME:

A meme is "an idea, behaviour or style that spreads from person to person within a culture.
An Internet meme is a concept that spreads through the internet.

So here goes:

1. One homeschooling book you have enjoyed -
For the Children's Sake began my journey
and I have reread Essex Cholmondley : The Story of
Charlotte Mason.


2. One resource you wouldn't be without -

our local library

3.
One resource you wish you had never bought -

Saxon Math. Actually I never bought
it . It was passed to me and didn't work well
with my son who loves math. He told me
how it didn't work for him and he loved
math.


4.
One resource you enjoyed last year -

the internet
Charlotte Mason Archives

5.
One resource you will be using next year -

Blogs and books.
My students will do a private blog as a class.
Also doing The Brooklyn Sketchbook Project.


6.
One resource you would like to buy -

Travel.
Museums . Rembrandt coming 3 hours
away soon to NC!
Theater.
Concerts.


7.
One resource you wish existed -

I agree with Nancy on this one :

Non-profit ChildLightUSA Developing New Mason Curriculum


8.
One homeschool catalog you enjoy reading -

I love reading book catalogues , Image
Journal , and online blogs, etc... ( Kindling Muse, Books and Culture, the Curator)
even twitters!


9.
One homeschool website you use regularly -

Grantian Florilegium
Ambleside Online
Childlight USA
Book of Centuries

10. Tagged:

Amber Benton
Beth Pinckney
Melissa Smith






Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Back from the Big Apple


Link
Back from a long weekend to New York City with my sister and daughter . We visited my nephew who lives in Brooklyn now. Residency. Long hours in the hospital. We , on the other hand, learned how to get into the city on the subway to go to the MET, Morgan Library, MoBia ( to see The Four Gospels of Makoto Fujimura) " How to Suceed in Business " with Daniel Radcliffe ( yes, he can sing and dance quite nicely!) and NY food. Upon returning I'm reading " Clara and Mr. Tiffany" by
Susan Vreeland: the turn of the century story of his stained glass windows. I had seen several
at the MET and now the story comes alive! Clara was a letter writer besides being an artist of color and beauty.

"What saved Clara Driscoll from obscurity is not any Tiffany Studios catalog, but her passion for writing letters."


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