Images from the Eighth International Art Competition...

This painting of a warrior mother was a favorite.

This "Orion" quilt was simply brilliant and amazing... You have to see it in person.

I always look for the beautiful paintings of Larry Winborg, a very gifted artist from Farmington.

These are some paintings depicting the sacrifices of the Utah Pioneers that I thought were lovely.

The International Art Competition is on display and The Conference Center until sometime in October. Don't miss.

The Spring Garden has grown up...

This was the garden in the spring, early in June actually. It doesn't look like this anymore. The summer is passing quickly and I still have so many plans and things I want to do with my children before the summer is over... I wish time would slow down a bit so that I can catch up.
There are also a thousand projects in the house that need doing, but I'm trying to put most of those off. I can do those when little c isn't here to play. :(

Here's to making the most of the next 4 weeks until school starts again.

Elephant...

He'd look a lot cuter with a big red wooden bead at that end of the string and I thought about it, but you have to know baby l.. no matter how tight I get the thing on.. she'd get it off and try to eat it so.. until that stage is past.. no bead.

If you want to make a pull toy... it's easy with the help of

BANISHED

Silas Marner...

I loved this production of Silas Marner. It's so sweet. I could relate to the part where Silas sees all his gold in golden hair of his beautiful child. I've often thought that myself.

We Do Not Apologize...

One of my heroes, my great Uncle Charles flew a glider into Ste.-Mere-Eglise on June 6, 1944. The landing was assaulted with German machine gun fire. He lost most of the men he flew in with. He was captured, tortured and starved by the Nazi's. In the events of history, D-Day doesn't seem that long ago.

I have visited the Utah Beach in Normandy, France where Americans are buried almost as far as the eye can see.

I am tiring of an administration that seems so anxious to apologize for America. While this country has its faults, there is no more generous people in the world, and the thing they have been most generous with is blood.

The following has been finding its way around ... if you haven't read it, you might want to.

At a time when our president and other politicians appear to want to apologize for everything about the United States, here’s a refresher course on how some have handled negative comments about the United States . . .

JFK’S Secretary of State, Dean Rusk, was in France in the early 60’s when Charles De Gaulle decided to pull out of NATO. De Gaulle said he wanted all US military out of France as soon as possible. Rusk responded “does that include those who are buried here?”De Gaulle did not respond.

When in England at a conference, Colin Powell was asked by the Archbishop of Canterbury if our plans for Iraq were just an example of empire building by George Bush. He answered by saying, “Over the years, the United States has sent many of its fine young men and women into great peril to fight for freedom beyond our borders. The only amount of land we have ever asked for in return is enough to bury those that did not return.”

There was a conference in France where a number of international engineers were taking part, including French and American. During a break, one of the French engineers came back into the room saying “Have you heard the latest dumb stunt Bush has done? He has sent an aircraft carrier to Indonesia to help the tsunami victims. What does he intended to do, bomb them?”A Boeing engineer stood up and replied quietly: “Our carriers have three hospitals on board that can treat several hundred people; they are nuclear powered and can supply emergency electrical power to shore facilities; they have three cafeterias with the capacity to feed 3,000 people three meals a day, they can produce several thousand gallons of fresh water from sea water each day, and they carry half a dozen helicopters for use in transporting victims and injured to and from their flight deck. We have eleven such ships; how many does France have?”

A U.S. Navy Admiral was attending a naval conference that included Admirals from the U.S., English, Canadian, Australian and French Navies. At a cocktail reception, he found himself standing with a large group of officers that included personnel from most of those countries. Everyone was chatting away in English as they sipped their drinks but a French admiral suddenly complained that, whereas Europeans learn many languages, Americans learn only English. He then asked, ‘Why is it that we always have to speak English in these conferences rather than speaking French?’Without hesitating, the American Admiral replied, “Maybe it’s because the Brits, Canadians, Aussies and Americans arranged it so you wouldn’t have to speak German.”

Robert Whiting, an elderly gentleman of 83, arrived in Paris by plane. At French Customs, he took a few minutes to locate his passport in his carry on.“You have been to France before, monsieur?” The customs officer asked sarcastically.Mr. Whiting admitted that he had been to France previously.“Then you should know enough to have your passport ready.”The American said, “The last time I was here, I didn’t have to show it.”“Impossible. Americans always have to show your passports on arrival in France”The American senior gave the Frenchman a long hard look. Then he quietly explained, “Well, when I came ashore at Omaha Beach on D-Day in 1944 to help liberate this country, I couldn’t find a single Frenchmen to show a passport to.”

The Thirteenth Tale...

The Thirteenth Tale is a brilliant bit of writing. And, I can't say too much about it because it has so many twists and turns and I don't want to give any of the mystery away.
However, it is the story of two writers born into tragedy who both find a way to cope, to escape, to understand and to explain their experience by devouring books.
While this book is certainly a love letter to literature, don't think you'll be bored, it's a real can't-put-it-down-page-turner. You'll be riveted.
It has very dark themes without being graphic. But, it's honest. It shows the suffering caused by selfishness, by sin and by neglect. It shows how that suffering can leap the generations.
But, it also shows something very true. If a person is lacking a good example, they can find one in a book. The character in this book, used the moral grit and compassion of Jane Eyre to inspire her life... to help her to forgive, to love and to serve the one person who had destroyed her life completely... and by this compassion to change the history of her family. Beautiful.

Two-Part Invention...

Two-Part Invention by Madeleine L'Engle is a favorite book of mine. It is just part of the story of her life.. her love story. She tells about her single life in Manhattan in the 1940's until the time that she met and married her sweetheart and she tells snippets of her marriage with him for over forty years until he dies from cancer. Her view of marriage and her faith are beautiful. Her words hold life, even the bad stuff, as sacred and it is inspiring.

I picked it up yesterday and ended up reading it cover to cover. I read it when I was first married and to read it again different things stand out. I could relate so much to this passage on page 156:

"As soon as Bion, our baby, was in nursery school, I dropped out of the group of mothers who occasionally gathered together to drink coffee and gossip. This was writing time. Nobody else needed writing time. And I felt that I was looked at askance because I spent so much time at the typewriter and yet couldn't sell what I wrote. I certainly wasn't pulling my weight financially.

In my journal I wrote: 'There is a gap in understanding between me and our friends and acquaintances. I can't quite understand a life without books and study and music and pictures and a driving passion. And they, on the other hand, can't understand why I have to write, why I am a writer. When for instance, I say to someone that have to get home to work, the assumption is that I mean housecleaning or ironing, not writing a book. I'm very kindly permitted to be a writer but not to take time pursuing my trade. Nor can they understand the importance of music or why an hour with a Mozart sonata at the piano is not wasted time but time spent on real value. Or really listening, without talking, to music. Or going for a walk simply to see the beauty around one, or the real importance of a view from a window.'"

I have quite a few friends who understand the importance of books and of the need for constant learning, but not enough. When conversation comes around to the latest pop-cultural news sensation, I find that people are speaking Greek to me and I simply don't care. Fewer of my friends understand my desire to paint for hours at a time (I'm grateful for those that really do)and the solitude that requires. When I say that I must paint, most people assume it's a wall. Maybe someday my art will be profitable, maybe it won't, but I feel compelled to paint all the same. It's not something I can turn off.

I will paint and I will read. I have a great desire to know history and to read the finest literature. I want to make great music a part of my life every day. I aspire to be a culteral snob.. never to settle for the slop purveyed to the masses as art everyday, but to search for what is fine.. what is best.

I love these verses of Mormon scripture from the Doctrine and Covenants 88:78-80 which read:

"Teach ye diligently and my grace shall attend you, that you may be instructed more perfectly in theory, in principle, in doctrine, in the law of the gospel, in all things that pertain unto the kingdom of God, that are expedient for you to understand;

Of things both in heaven and in the earth, and under the earth; things which have been, things which are, things which must shortly come to pass; things which are at home, things which are abroad; the wars and the perplexities of the nations, and the judgments which are on the land; and a knowledge also of countries and of kingdoms--

That ye may be prepared in all things when I shall send you again to magnify the calling whereunto I have called, you and the mission with which I have commissioned you."

In order for us to be who we were meant to be.. wise and smart and capable of good judgment and good reason.. even after achieving great formal education, there is still so much to learn. To learn requires time.

Use Your Superpowers for the Good of Mankind...

I was talking to my sister the other day and we were talking about something mothers often talk about, how to get your children to develop their talents and then use them for good. My sister has a talent for classic one-liners and she said that she just needed to get her son to 'use his superpowers for the good of mankind'. Exactly! We had a good laugh.
Her comment got me thinking about a lot of things. There was a cute little grandmother that lived in our neighborhood growing up. She was old when I met her at the age of 5, but she has lived a long life and is still going. She is very old now. She had a habit of writing down birthdays and anniversaries and other important dates on a little calendar. For years and years she has sent me a card on my birthday. She remembered my anniversary. She sent cards for my graduations. She sent these little remembrances to me, but also to hundreds of others who have fallen into her wide circle of love. I once mentioned how amazed I was by this gift to my mother who said, "I know, think of all the good this sweet little woman has done with just a calendar." She made a small gift go a long way. A superpower?
There is enough trouble, enough darkness, enough sadness in the world without adding to it. I find in the media, in music, in literature and in art those who possess great talent, enviable talent, but they use it to create further darkness. Their talent is then destructive, wasted.
One of my favorite books is Victor Hugo's Les Miserables. The story is dark. The character of Jean Valjean has many troubles and yet one act of kindness purchases his soul for good and ever after he returns every evil act with one of generosity and kindness. In a dark world, the light of his example still inspires.
It's easier to get attention by being shocking, ugly and dark, but the attention is short lived. Immortality belongs to those who use meagre or great talents to create a spot of light, a place of beauty, a moment of peace. They will always be remembered.
My great uncle passed away recently. He was a great man and a hero of mine. At his funeral, his son told a story:
Dad was a supervisor at a large mine. When I was about five years old, he took me deep into the mine so that I could see it. After looking around for a time, I told him that it was too dark and I was frightened. He said, "take my hand and I will lead you into the light." .. and he has done that for me my whole life.
There is no life that hasn't been touched by some trouble, some darkness. When we come through trouble, we can find a way to show compassion to another and help them find their way. When we are in trouble, we can take the hand of a friend. We can look to the light, even if it is just a tiny pin point of hope, we can move toward it.
It is the responsibility of artists to uncover the places where light, peace and beauty exist and show them to the world. It is the responsibility of art to banish the darkness by exposing the despots, tyrants, evil, lies and unkindness with such a bright light they must melt away like the Dorothy's wicked witch.
In all seriousness, I believe that each of us has been given a superpower. They grow in strength when they are used for good. They can make us immortal. Or, if our intentions are ugly or wicked our life's efforts can disappear into the oblivion of the ages. The world has many troubles.. no gift no matter how small should be left unused. Use your superpowers for the good of mankind.. Today!

Butterflies and Daisy Flowers Shower...

These photos are not the best. I had to take them with my shy baby l on my other arm and so I snapped them off pretty quickly.. but you get the idea hopefully. Parties at Mom's are so much fun!

Congratulations Melissa! We are so happy for you!

Together Forever Love Box...

Rich Frog's Fun Baby Toys...

Rich Frog

has some darling things for babies... These baby crinklers are wonderful and wash right up in the washing machine. They have wonderful pull toys and stuffed animals and I love their picture blocks.. very cute.

Water Damage...

Yesterday, the check engine light went on in my car. Yipes! I thought for sure the car was a done deal.. (yep, I can be a bit dramatic) and I was already planning how I would have to get used to something new, which is a good thing for many, but not for OCD me. My car has magazine racks in both front doors, cup holders, a place for my bag, a place for loose change and a huge trunk for all my park/kid gear and after 10 years it still gets 38 miles to the gallon. I don't like new cars... or new handbags.. or new shoes for that matter. In fact, my whole wardrobe is more of a uniform than what you would call clothes. (I know, I need serious intervention). Anyway, I quickly made a u-turn and went to see Jo at Main Street Oil. Jo diagnosed the problem and had me on my way in 4 minutes.. no charge. I'm a fan of Jo's. Though my heart was pounding as I left the garage, I realized that I didn't wreck the car after all, in fact Jo thinks it's in good shape and I don't need to see him for another thousand miles. Hooray! I dodged that one!
Life can have more drama than you need sometimes and I'm so grateful for our community and our friends for so much help when it was needed. When little c broke her leg riding her scooter, C and I did not witness the accident because c had gone off ahead of us. Kind strangers came to find us and helped us get her, her scooter and helmet into the car. My brother-in-law is our family physician and he has taken exceptional care of her. A good friend of ours has been her wonderful physical therapist and he told her that she could, "fire him!" today because her leg and ankle are now strong enough to heal on their own. This has been a long process and we still have to check to make sure the growth plates are doing their job and all is well next month.
Yesterday, I found that some pipes had broken above the ceiling in the hallway. So, like all of you, there's always something and this is the next thing. The drywall and insulation and who knows what will have to be replaced and repaired. We didn't dodge this one.. it hit. However, I feel pretty zen about it at the moment. This is nothing compared with a broken child. Worse things have before and will happen again in the future I'm sure.
In the end, the house and the car are wonderful things and I do like to keep things "as is" too much sometimes... And so, I suppose if whatever it is that breaks is just a thing.. we ought to simply be grateful. Things can be repaired or replaced, people often can't be repaired and they can never be replaced... a lesson we learn many times over during a lifetime. I've had lots of things repaired and replaced, I know I don't remember even half of them, but we all remember those we've loved and lost. We remember them ... forever.

Lime Cilantro Dressing...

1/3 cup lime juice
3/4 cup chopped cilantro
2 T sugar
1 T chili powder
1/4 tsp. ground cumin
1/2 tsp. sea salt
1/4 tsp. black pepper
1/2 cup light olive oil
1 1/2 T Cholula Hot Sauce
4 T Red Wine Vinegar
1 garlic clove

Throw it all in the blender. I served it over mixed greens with sweet corn, salsa fresca, black beans, a little Mexican cheese and some lime chicken tenders in pieces. Good eats. (a little avocado would have been delish).

Jillian Michaels Trouble Zones...

My sister sent me this work out.. as .. just a small hint.. you're a chub.. get off the couch! Thanks Boo! :) Anywho.. we tried it and OUCH! But, actually quite fun! Really.. Thanks Boo! We looked ridiculous and can't do push ups at all, but we had a great time!
P.S. We didn't have any small weights so I asked little c if she wanted to use some cans of soup for our second go at this deal.. She said dryly, "Do we get to eat the soup after?...??"

Flower Head Bands...

I have seen these everywhere recently, but think that these from Banner Boutique are particularly cute.

A little corner of paradise...

...in my mother's beautiful garden.

Thank You for the Thank You...

... they were beautiful & delicious!

Independence Day...

I love the stories of the revolution and to read about the amazing strength and fortitude of the men and women who founded this great nation. I hope you won't mind if I share a favorite of these stories.

During the early spring of 1783 General Washington's officer corp had become angry to the point of violence. Those soldiers who had served in the major campaigns of the war, who had been true and faithful, had not been paid for a great while. There was serious talk that the very same soldiers who had fought so valiantly for their country, now angered because of their grievances against the congress, were mutinous and threatening to overthrow the government they had suffered and bled to establish. Any reasoned man could understand their feeling. They had risked all and suffered much and then were forced to have their hands out like beggars.

Washington wrote to congress many times on their behalf without satisfaction. When, the situation became critical, Washington came to address his men who were angry and hostile. He gave his word that he would continue to advocate for them. He told them with great feeling of his gratitude for their service. They were unmoved.

Then, he said, "You will (thereby) give one more distinguished proof of unexampled patriotism and patient virtue rising superior to the pressure of the most complicated sufferings. And you will, by the dignity of your conduct, afford occasion for posterity to say, when speaking of the glorious example you have exhibited to mankind: 'Had this day been wanting, the world had never seen the last stage of perfection to which human nature is capable of attaining.'"

The soldiers still were hostile.
(The following is taken from Benson Bobrick's book Angel in the Whirlwind.. pg. 475)

"Then, remembering that he had brought a letter with him from a sympathetic congressman, Washington took it out to read it, paused for a moment as though he were having difficulty making out the words, reached into his pocket again, and took out a pair of eyeglasses. Apologizing for the delay, he remarked quietly, 'I have already grown gray in the service of my country. I am now going blind.'
That completely personal, seemingly offhand remark-- 'so natural, so unaffected... as rendered it superior to the most studied oratory,' wrote one major-- recalled his audience to themselves. 'It forced its way into the heart, and you might see sensibility moisten every eye.' When he had finished, the officers thanked him, asked him to intercede on their behalf, and quietly left the hall'"

We live in a country made by men & women like Washington... true leaders. They inspired a generation to rise above and become their best selves. Entitlement was not allowed, selfishness could not survive such examples of valiance and sacrifice. They created a great nation built on the concept of Liberty. They have willed these freedoms to us. Have we forgotten them? Do we know their stories? Do we understand well the concepts the generations before us and even some in our own generation have fought to preserve. What is it worth? For so many it has been worth their blood and their lives. Freedom truly is not free. I ask, is it worth some little of your time, your study and your contemplation.. every day, but especially on days like today? Happy Independence Day!

Tea with Mussolini...

How did I miss this one?? I never saw this film until just yesterday and it is a beautiful thing.

I loved the story of the lovely old English ladies who had decided to make a home amid the beautiful art and sun filled landscape of Florence and the garish, swaggering Americans who set the tea service askew and how in the end, they find a mutual respect in a fight to save art and liberty together.

If you haven't seen it.. it's a must see. If you haven't seen if for awhile.. I'd check it out again. Lovely.

P.S. Cher if by some miracle you ever read this.. Do a standards album. I have never heard Smoke Gets in Your Eyes more gorgeously done. Stunning.

Gattaca...

I have wanted to see this film for a long time because it has come so highly recommended. Even though I'm not really a Science Fiction/Fantasy fan, I thought it was pretty interesting. I just have some brain sprain during shows like this that keep me from enjoying it properly.. like, "If they can visit the moons of Saturn, then why can't they cure spinal cord injuries." "If they can genetically engineer folksies down to their eye color, then why can't they cure spinal cord injuries." "If they can chop your legs off, and put them in halos and grow your legs 2-3 inches.. after your growth plates have closed.. then why can't they cure spinal cord injuries.. and even alcoholism now that I think of it." You see how this goes around and around.

This movie came out 11 years ago and some of the Science Fiction is a reality... or technology has bettered film fantasy.

In the film they scan fingerprints, but now we have a retinal eye scanner. A company in Salt Lake called Sarcos develops these amazing exoskeletons that can assist a man in lifting heavy weight and all kinds of things.. when you see it, it makes you think of Marvel Comics super heroes. I guess in a way we live in the future some of these older films dreamed of, happily, the future has been much brighter than imagined.

Witness for the Prosecution...

Other than the character of the nagging, annoying nurse, this film is timeless. Originally a famous short story by Agatha Christie, it was then a play and then adapted for film. The screenplay is well done and the dialogue moves along at a quick clip. Charles Laughton was nominated for an Academy Award for best actor for his part in this film and it shows. It's a good one.

Kids Room Furniture..

Costco is selling some very cute furniture for children's rooms..

See HERE
&
HERE

Home to Holly Springs...

The characters in Jan Karon's books are so three dimensional that you expect to meet one of them at the market on Saturday. I love them all...

Karon's books are truly about the Christian principles of grace, love and redemption and about perfecting the ability to forgive. But, if there is a dark theme in her books that theme is from Exodus 34:7 where it says, "visiting the iniquity of the fathers up on the children... unto the third and to the fourth generations."

Father Tim spends an inner lifetime trying to understand his father, wondering why he never received or could earn his love, praying for his father and looking for grace to have touched his life. What he finds is a terrible incident that left an emotional scar in his father's life that did not heal and tormented his grandparents, mother and self even beyond his father's passing. While he doesn't understand, he tries to empathize and to forgive and to find peace.

The book is a gem.. but, I always listen to these books on tape and there was a new reader .. and I missed the deep, resonant voice of John McDonough who sounds just like Father Tim.. to me.

Snow Flower & The Secret Fan...

Snow Flower & The Secret Fan is a book about the exquisite pain, maneuvering for power and the friendships that are created in the upper room behind the lattice window of a Chinese home in the 1820's...
Lily narrates this book about her early life from the time that she walked a long the river bank with her older brother and the cool river water ran over her feet... to the time when she meets her laotong and signs the contract of friendship that will last her entire life... to the time when she and her laotong have their feet bound and broken to become golden lilies... to the time when she makes grave errors in her fidelity and empathy with her friend... to the time when she makes great efforts to forgive and redeem herself from her mistakes.

The book shows how easily we can dismiss the suffering of another and even how hard it is too see and to empathize from a place of relative comfort. It is about the emotional violence that those who truly love each other still commit against those the beloved without feeling or seeing the hurt that is caused.

Beautiful prose that tells a story of great suffering from a place of dignity rather than pity. Snow Flower would approve.

Little c's New Room.. The Details...

Little c chose the wall color and it goes on record as being the brightest of any wall we've ever painted! But, we think she has great taste and we love it! .. even if it makes the hallway glow like a nuclear reactor in the afternoon sun!
We found the little chair at Four Sisters Furniture in Ogden.. They have some fun unfinished pieces and then you can paint them whatever color you like. We chose Caribbean!

The photograph is one I took of our roses just after a rain storm. Hi Big Fat Pig! (Do you see him in the corner.. happily we haven't sent all of the fun childhood friends away.) Uncle S named the pig so don't blame little c.

Dear little c. I hope that you love your new room. I hope these bright happy colors will make it so that you can never be sad here and that being home in your own little space will make you feel always safe and loved.. We love you very much! Love, Mom

Writing Desk...

I love this classic little white writing desk from Crate and Barrel and am considering it for little c's room.

Pillows for the new room...

Thursday, Friday & Saturday little c, cousin j and I spent making pillows for the new room.
I was particularly interested in making a heart pillow with buttons.. I saw something like this somewhere a long time ago... I'm not a seamstress so it took awhile and it didn't turn out quite how I'd imagined. Next time make the pattern a third again a large as I would like it to turn out in the end... it's a bit small. And, while I worked and worked on the shape.. I never got one I really loved.

But, we had a great time. Little c made a pillow for her room and j made one for hers.

If you are wondering what the image is on one of the pillow (with the hair bow...) It's Mints the dog... She's the auxiliary back up dog to Pancake's main alpha dog status around here. :)

We had a fun time and added more color, which is always good.

Mrs. Miniver...

This is certainly a white washed version of what the English suffered during the first years of the war. It was made as a propaganda film that was meant to inspire American support and end the isolationist policy and feeling that had been prevalent since the end of World War 1.
"The film won six Academy Awards, including Best Picture, Best Actress, and Best Director."

It's a bit fluffy and melodramatic, but a fascinating to observe piece of pop culture and a must see for that reason alone.

Get some pop corn though. It's so long you could starve by the end.

Becket...

I once heard Peter O'Toole say in an interview something like... "I act for free, they pay me the big bucks to wait." He may not be a patient man, but he is a great actor!

This film is stunning and it was good to see it again. You are simply mesmerized by the characters that Burton and O'Toole create here.

The script is fascinating as well, but it's watching these two masters at their craft perform that is simply spellbinding.

Surprise Crumbs...

A box came in the mail and since I'm already at that stage where I can't remember what I did yesterday, I often get quite excited about a box delivered by mail.. Did I order something wonderful and now it's arrived?
Yesterday, was better. Surprise cupcakes arrived in the mail from New York City from my brother S who is a summer intern at a fancy schmancy law firm there.

Little c and I were giddy with happiness and jumping for joy! Surprise cupcakes have to be ranked up there with one of the best surprises ever... Hooray!!!

Thank you S. :)

Rain in June...

A little Madness in the Spring Is wholesome even for the King.

Emily Dickinson

Do you see this hail? It's happened twice this June. Amazing to watch. June is normally one of the driest months in Utah. But, this year it has rained almost every day it seems like, but look at this rose and this green grass.. everything is so clean. Happily, little c has an exciting series to read and so it's been beautiful and lots of fun.

The Crab Cooker.. Newport Beach

I was looking this place up a few weeks ago and hoping that after about 27 years, it would still be there. It was. I was so excited. This is a place that we would come to on our yearly vacations to Newport when I and my brothers and sisters were children ourselves. The cups of the best ever Manhattan Clam Chowder are still only $2.50 so I can't imagine what they cost all that time ago, but it must have been a good place to feed a lot of kids and I remember that we once had 16 children in our group so that would be a lot of kids.
It was our favorite place and we begged to go here. They have these sour dough bread balls the size of a larger marble and you are to drop them, sink them, submarine them in your chowder which we did with great enthusiasm.
I was worried about going back after all this time. Would it be a dump? Would the food be awful? Would little c think I was dumb for liking the place so much. Well, it was a little smaller than I remember, but it was charming and wonderful and better than I remembered... and little c loved it. It was so wonderful to share a favorite childhood memory with her and have her enjoy it too.
Visit HERE.

The Guernsey Literary & Potato Peel Society..

Even in Guernsey, there are some bad guys... people who inform on their neighbors for flour, stockings and cigarette cases. There are the opportunists and the by-the-rules .. clipboard loving Christians with no charity and other trouble makers. But, for the most part there are neighbors, who though an odd collection of folks .. get a long and help and love and respect each other quirks and all.
This is a book with a soul and it is beautiful. This is a book which helps us visualize all the reasons great art is more like food and oxygen than we realize.. We must have it to live.
Some of the characters read only a few pages of something great, but as they read just a line or two, they found another universe, or words that broke open their hearts, or words that described the darkness they were encountering under the occupation, but they were changed and enlightened and comforted by art and better able to comfort and understand each other. Books make good friends.
The author Mary Ann Shaffer for whom this book is a great and lovely swan song wrote, "If nothing else, I hope these characters and their story shed some light on the sufferings and strength of the people of the Channel Islands during the German Occupation. I hope, too, that my book will illuminate my belief that love of art-- be it poetry, storytelling, painting, sculpture, or music -- enables people to transcend any barrier man has yet devised."

All through this book, I was reminded of this beautiful and interesting and amazing poem by William Blake that begs the question we all want to know? Isn't it something?

William Blake- The Tyger
Tyger, Tyger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?
And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When the stars threw down their spears
And water'd heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
Tyger, Tyger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

Don't miss out on this book.

On being a little black rain cloud & the lack of civility...

I try to keep this space a happy place for people to visit and I need to do that better in my personal relationships with people.. I think that I can be a little black raincloud sometimes (and even a big one like this that passed over my house a few minutes ago). C has the same problem, in fact he has often said that B negative is his blood type AND his motto. This is not good.

We need to be happy and act happy and we are working at it! We need to be like my hero Gordon B. Hinckley and try to find ways to discuss serious subjects in positive ways. I realize that even he couldn't do that all the time, but he was amazing and almost always had a positive attitude.

In addition, I think that we need to have the courage to encourage others to act in more positive ways. I ran into a bully at the market the other day. He (a sixty something well dressed, large man) treated a woman I admire rather badly. Sadly, I did not have the courage to tell him not to pick on my favorite grocery clerk. I tried to apologize to her for his rude behavior, but that is not the same thing. (I seriously don't think you can get into heaven if you treat grocery clerks and waitresses rudely!) We have allowed our society to have a greater and greater lack of civility and I have tired of it.

When I came home from the market, I explained to C what had happened and why it had upset me. He said that it is difficult in a stressful moment to know what to say and so I should consider memorizing something for such an occasion. He said to say this, "Sir, you are disgracing yourself and making others uncomfortable. Please excuse yourself until you can behave like a gentleman."

So, that is what I am going to say next time. (Brilliant C should have his own blog, but since he doesn't I'm free to steal all his good ideas and post them here. :)

You know, they talk a lot about behavior and bullying at little c's school, but how are children going to learn how to behave in a kind & gracious ways if their parents and grandparents act like bores (a tiresome person) & tyrants (one resembling an oppressive ruler in the harsh use of authority or power) at home and in public.

Our new motto is B Nice.. or sit out in a flower patch and think happy thoughts until you can!

The view in Newport...

Makes one want to be a California girl.. just a little though...