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His mother checked out Spoon River Anthology when she was 11 years old and never returned it. He paid the fine due from 1934.
Found a copy of the 1959 Folio Society edition of Mansfield Park in an antique shop today. This just qualifies as TBSL, right? I bought it partly because it has illustrations by Joan Hassall.
Absolutely! I wish my mom had hung onto some of her People's Book Club editions from the 50's; wonderful (and exquisitely 50's-ish) inside and cover illustrations. Even before I was old enough to read, I loved looking at the pictures.
I can't find it now, but I think it was this group (or else it was Gardens & Books) where I spoke about daughter's family moving into a Victorian home in Cincinnati a year and a half ago.
Anyway, we did Christmas up nicely last year, with the tree set up in the front parlour (LR) and the pocket doors closed until Christmas morning. But it was kinda slap-dash, as she wasn't yet fully unpacked or situated with furnishings.
This year, Anne has a vision she's reaching for; and she knows to ask for support from me. She asked earlier this month if I had lengths of greenery.
Ahem! Of course I do. (I used to decorate the entire local library for a while, I know how to buy cheap and stash away.) I hauled out two huge bags stuffed with pine garlands. (Bought at $1 each on clearance) We spent Friday festooning the tops of doorways and windows with a crown of pine and down her carved staircase railing. We had enough to do foyer, LR and dining room. Just by itself, it's festive. But now I need to dig up in the attic for berries, fruits and ribbons. Time to move those treasures from my house to hers.
Oh, and I saw two boxes of younger daughter's tree ornaments as well, that I might now pass on. She has never done a full sized tree; but this year they have a baby and newly renovated space. They are not yet done with the renovations, so it might be another year yet.
But I have managed to move some of my favorite baby clothes and toys and books on.
Good grief. I couldn't live with Christmas decorations for a whole month. It'd drive me up the wall.
It's perhaps unfashionably old-fashioned these days, but our decorations go up on Christmas Eve and come down on Twelfth Night. I have had to accept that you can't buy a Christmas tree just in time for Christmas any more, so I'll probably buy that about a week in advance and hide it in the garden.
Still, each to their own. There's no other time of the year quite like Christmas for pitting one family's way of doing things against another's. My wife was brought up to expect pigs in blankets and cranberry sauce, otherwise it's not Christmas dinner. Both strike me as completely unnecessary. Also Advent calendars (plural, one for each child). My parents' Christmas dinner required bread sauce and brandy butter, neither of which my wife can stand. Oh yes, and a pantomime. Much as some families have to go to Midnight Mass on Christmas Eve or a performance of Handel's Messiah for it to be Christmas, mine had to take in a pantomime. My wife has a complete blind spot when it comes to pantomimes. A complete waste of time. So our Christmas dinner table groans under pigs in blankets, cranberry sauce, bread sauce and brandy butter, but the children and I go to the pantomime on our own.
It makes me wonder about the parental negotiations that went into the "traditional" Christmas we knew as children, and what our children take away as the essential elements of our family Christmas, as they enter negotiations with their partners. As long as I've inculcated a love of pantomime, I'm happy.
I could almost live with Christmas décor all year, except for the coming of spring, which requires a different set of colors and fabrics.
My parents had us do the decorating on Christmas Eve, but, oh man! What a chaotic evening! I'd much rather do it gradually.
In my household, we focused on preparation for the Nativity. Our creche grew to cover an entire wall - and we started with the Wise Men's travels on one end and the stable at the other end. When grandson came along, the camels got pretty rowdy and scattered the wood pile a lot. (I've always wanted to add a running stream, but haven't managed that yet.)
Reminds me of a game my (oh-so-long-ago!) 2-year-old son and I would play. The "shepherd" would hide behind the couch. The "angel" would appear suddenly and deliver, depending on who was whom, either an accurate or deliciously mangled version of "Fear not! I bring you good tidings of great joy for all the people..." From there, it was a free-for-all--first one to run to the manger wins!
We are experiencing a severe shortage of 2-year-olds in my family. I wouldn't mind playing a round again :)
We've had traditions come and go as the children grew. One which held up pretty well was the opening of stockings on Christmas morning. Last year was the first time that didn't happen since the children were born 30 years ago. Ah well. I try not to set stipulations and grand expectations for the holidays because as each child has found a significant other, they should focus on making their own traditions/memories. Also, the other halves of their new families might want to see them at the holidays too. Not sure my kids will be home this year due to that fact, but they will come home at some weekend even if it isn't "that" one. The "no pressure" at holidays was something my mother-in-law instigated 35 years ago when I married her son.
For a few years when the children were small, we would reenact the Posada, a ritual from Mexico (my husband's heritage) of Joseph and Mary seeking room at the inn. The children would go from door to door in the in-law's house and a different adult would open it saying "no room!" Or the Spanish version, which I forget. Until they arrived at the room where the food and party was to be held (including a piñata).
This year I am trying to make a small "book" tree, since our artificial tree died last year and I'm not eager to replace it. There will also be a Victorian Mouse House, our Mousiah, and a Nativity scene (or several). The Nativity used to be traditional, but lately my children's whims dictated whether it was populated by Lord of the Rings figurines, Star Wars characters or dragons. I suppose my years of doing a Nativity with mouse figures taught them to have some leeway with the traditions. :)
>5 2wonderY: Your daughter's house sounds lovely! Would she consent to your sharing photos with us when it is finished?
Condolences for your tree. Perhaps you'll find one on clearance that'll suit.
The Italians do up Nativity scenes right. They call them Presepio (I encourage all to google image search the word.), and they are always awesome and home set-ups can include elements of all stories past, present, future and fantasy. In my mind, that makes sense for the ultimate meaning of the story, eh?
We've collected human figures and animals from all over too, and our Holy Family has been served pizza from the dollhouse collection. I've re-homed our basic set to daughter's house, and the grands were surprisingly enthusiastic to build on. Locational questions and cats make the project more difficult.
I was spoiled as a child. My uncle was a priest, and he sent us a huge and elaborate set from Italy. It took up the entire DR buffet, and Mom baked a birthday cake for baby Jesus and we would sing Happy Birthday.
Hmm, maybe we'll try the Posada activity as well. Reminder to all of the reason for the season.
I'm sure Anne would love posting photos.
>8 gmathis: I assuredly agree with your position on two year olds. Not much is better in this world!
Love reading the Christmas traditions.
>6 Cynfelyn: my husband's family would put up an artificial tree right after Thanksgiving, but my side had the "get the tree and decorate on Christmas Eve" traditions.
My dad would drive Mom around from lot to lot trying to find the perfect tree. I remember how he'd bring each specimen up to the car, to display for Mom's approval (she never got out of the car). Once she made her choice and we got the tree home Dad would put it in his improved/modified tree stand (engineer!) and trim branches to make it more symmetrical. Mom would take the trimmed greenery and make a "spray" wreath, attaching blue and green metallic ball ornaments while the tree's lights were attached...those old fashioned HOT lights which we knew better than to touch! After the garland was added it was up to us, the daughters, to trim the tree with ornaments and tinsel.
The wreath was hung on the front door and the presents put under the tree while Christmas carols wafted from the record player. Before bed we would sit around the tree while my dad read from Luke 2. And then we'd open a few presents, one person at a time in order to enjoy the reaction of the recipient. When we lived in a house with a fireplace we'd often have a fire burning, too.
I thought for years that the reason we'd buy and decorate the tree on the 24th was because the trees were on sale, but since then I have discovered that part of my mother's Danish heritage included the traditions we grew up with.
>9 MrsLee: the stockings tradition continued with us, and we still stuff them for each other and our adult son who is living with us. The stocking design was from the stockings my grandmother made for her children, that her daughter made for her daughters, and that we continued with our own children. The little jingle bell from the top of my stocking was lost years back, and the floss hand-embroidered name disintegrated long ago, but I can still see my mother's handwriting, faintly showing on the top.
Anyhow, it’s mid-afternoon on a surprisingly pleasant although chilly Christmas Eve in southern England and I’m sat in our conservatory with a shot of rye and a book. Merry Christmas if you celebrate it, and have a fabulous day if you don’t.
What are you reading? Hmm?
I drove across Ohio today again arriving at daughters and noted no tree up. They have new dog and kitten and were concerned about tree disasters. I argued and we compromised with tree and lights only, perhaps some ribbon. It’s not glorious, but a step in the right direction.
A blessed holiday to my LT family!
Merry, merry to all of you! We are having a deliciously introverted Christmas--just three of us and the cats, all of whom (except me) are taking their pre-lunch naps. We've visited and connected with family in small doses on and off since Thanksgiving, so today's agenda is crammed with books (literary and coloring), favorite movies, and a luscious serving of idleness and stillness. Much needed here.
>16 gmathis: That sounds wonderful. After my kids left yesterday, I confess to a marathon with the TV and food. I was finishing up a series on Hulu (The Rookie), then saw that they had The Librarian series. I know my time would better have been spent reading (I'm in the middle of Lone Cowboy by Will James and The Amulet of Samarkand by Jonathan Stroud), but somehow I couldn't do it.
Anyway, I have hopes of finishing both of those books this week since I won't have to cook after work. There is a plethora of food left from the holidays.
Woo! Merry Christmas etcetera!
We did not travel, bless you all that braved the elements and traffic to go visit. We had a ham on Christmas Eve for dinner, so decided to postpone the Christmas turkey until today...possible as we’re all older (son is youngest one here at home, he’s 35), we were feeling a bit tired, and none of us get upset over a change of day...especially since everyone’s taken time off this week!
Dinner will be ready about 6pm ET, with aforementioned bird, sausage stuffing, sweet potato casserole, mac and cheese, gravy, mashed rutabaga, cranberry sauce, rolls, and pumpkin pie. The sauce, gravy, and rolls come from cans, but the rest is made from scratch.
A member recently added this great photo:
Bombardamento di Londra, la distruzione della Biblioteca di Holland House
Would this be us?
>19 2wonderY: It's a colourised version of a staged black-and-white photograph of the Second World War bomb damage to the library of Holland House, a privately-owned mansion in Kensington, west London.
There is more on the two versions of the photograph on the 'Books for Victory' blog, and more detail on the 'What are you reading for?' blog:
Looks like the photos came straight out of the "Keep calm and carry on" playbook, treating the public like mushrooms. You remember, kept in the dark, and fed sh...
There is a photograph of the Holland House library, pre-Blitz, on Wikipedia:
Aaand I've just realised belatedly and shamefacedly that I've not put up a New Year greeting to my fellow TBSL-ers. So best wishes to you all for 2019 and may your year be filled with light, love, good times and great reading.
How is everyone surviving this odd January? I'm in furlough mode, and since the weather isn't good, sticking close to home. I'm working on several projects, but slowly. Main task is to reduce stuff. Focusing on paper and books, but also keep a small Goodwill bag by the door.
Here is my discard thread.
Another project is writing down some childhood memories. My mother shared hers with us at the supper table often, but I didn't follow suit. So I realize that my family has no idea about a lot of their history.
I found this in with my papers and it prompted the memory of mom bringing these decals home from the five & dime and applying them to both the crib (in constant use for 15 years) and the bed I shared with a sister.
Fighting a bad case of January blues with extra vitamin D, copious amounts of tea, and reading breaks whenever I can manage. (I used to pooh-pooh the notion of seasonal affective stuff; now I am the poster child for it.) I work in a 100-year-old much-renovated high school building, and some of those decals--maybe a little newer, as they are sunbonnet girls--are still on the tile walls in the cafeteria.
And hear, hear! to the notion of recording family stories. My mom did some of that, and I cherish the little "volume" she wrote for her grandsons. Wish I had more family lore left after my parents' passing than I did family "heirlooms." (Cut glass crystal candy dishes, anyone?) My sister has taken on the role of family genealogist, and has passed along some priceless bits and pieces, including a local newspaper article circa 1929 chronicling my grandparents' shivaree.
Ah, family stories. One of my "goals" is to write down those I heard from my grandmother, grandfather, father, etc. Have done some, but not in a formal organized way. When I retire, I am hoping to make "stories" of my family history, using events of the times and places they lived to pad out the details and a good dollop of fiction to make it fun. Don't know if I am up to the task, and I have this nagging feeling that I shouldn't put it off until retirement, but where is the time to do it now?
As for January, it is going along.
>29 MrsLee: Do a little at a time. I said to ask questions now to my family as I am 80 and not getting any younger. I have so many questions I wish I had asked my family.
This is really really off topic.
Daughter shared this short video, and I wonder how real it is:
Mother died in child birth . The heart of the mother was donated to the man in the black shirt.
It's beautiful photography anyway.
eta - I found a choppy short reference that seems to indicate it is a Chinese ad campaign, probably to encourage people to sign as organ donors.
Happy Spring! all those in the Northern hemisphere. Here's hoping for the correct amount of rain for your location this season.
My sister sent me an email containing oversized nature pictures. Does this look real to you?
I think they are huge but I live in Florida and I have never seen one. 🤷♀️
Never met a live moose personally, but I've seen taxidermy models that are indeed that size.
I never met a purple moose, I never hope to see one
But I can tell you anyhow, I'd rather see than be one!
(apologies to Gelett Burgess)
I remember (or maybe I don't and I'm just making it up) mom and big sister reading that little dairy ditty to me from an old Childcraft volume with bright orange covers. Thank you for the little jaunt down memory lane.
>36 gmathis: you're so welcome. My mother used to say I had a million of 'em... ditties, doggerels, etc. They just pop into my head.
I used to have a little dog-eared volume of Ogden Nash bits and pieces that I cherished. Alas, it perished.
Sharing this lovely Mother's Day incident.
Second daughter is a new mother this year. Theia is 9+ months old. Rose is so in love with her and astonishingly patient as well. I didn't see them this weekend, but Rose called me all emotional, full of reflection and love. She made the connection: If she feels like this towards her daughter, it's likely that I feel the same way towards her. She said she wanted to jump through the phone and hug me.
This from my normally reserved and self-contained young one.
I've been hoping for this moment.
>40 2wonderY: thank you for sharing.
Some of us understand, have experienced something similar in our lives.
>44 gmathis: So do I. And then I have to get down on my knees when I'm looking for an item at the bottom of the pile. No wonder they are in bad shape.
GAH!!! October 1 is the day all of our borrowers submit their proposed budgets for the next calendar year. I am swamped with paper and emails and supplemental documents. And questions. And I have to turn around with an analysis and check their accuracy and their maths right away. I'M DROWNING!
>47 2wonderY: first day of the fiscal year here, too. Glad I'm not in accounting or human resources.
Um...Happy New Year! (I've lived on an academic calendar since kindergarten, so I always want to break out the confetti and party hats in mid-August.)
Well, that was an interesting fun half hour.
My agency and this building in particular is having a rash of interior doors locking without notice. At the moment, we have two office doors that are frozen in the locked position. An office mate walked out of her office to go to the copier, the door swung shut and locked. Virginia's purse, keys, phone etc. were all inside.
We do have a landlord, but response time is not fast; and no onsite maintenance person. So, after exhausting a key search and an unsuccessful lock picking, we took it upon ourselves to go through the ceiling from one side of the wall to the other. Of the four females here today, I have the most appropriate body type and athleticism to accomplish it. It was either me volunteer or watch Sarah try. She was bound and determined. And much much shorter than me. I was barely long enough to stretch down to find a foothold from the top of the credenza file.
Turns out the interior lock wasn't even pushed in. But the exterior handle is still frozen in the lock position.
Last month, an employee at another of our offices found herself locked inside the restroom... and there was nobody else in the building that day. She was rescued the next morning by the janitor.
Our lady's room door did the same thing last year, but thankfully, there were others in the building at the time.
It's beginning to feel like a curse...
>51 2wonderY: Sounds like the beginning of a horror story. I wouldn't use the elevators, maybe, just in case....
>51 2wonderY: carry a screwdriver with you at all times, to remove the door if needed.
>53 fuzzi: "carry a screwdriver with you at all times, to remove the door if needed."
Depending on your privilege, be careful.
Certainly in the UK, a young adult male carrying a screwdriver is likely to be charged with carrying an offensive weapon quicker than you can say "Evening, Officer".
Our doors are fairly tamper-proof. I've examined the hinges and specialty tools are required:
How do you remove a pin from a commercial door hinge?
1.Remove the hinge's threaded pin security plug at the bottom of each hinge pin space, using a 3/32 inch Allen wrench. Turn the plug clockwise until released.
2.Tap upward on the bottom end of the hinge pin with a nailset or awl and a hammer. ...
3.Insert the tip of a screwdriver under the lip of the hinge pin's top cap.
>55 Cynfelyn: thanks for the warning, but we can carry them here.
It's a sad commentary on society that a perfectly normal and helpful tool could be deemed illegal.
After all this,I can probably fess up about the time I got stuck in a toilet in Salzburg Castle. In the end they had to take the door off—some problem with the latch. Since we were on a day trip it was inconvenient.
>60 fuzzi: Not long after I got married (many years ago) my mother-in-law gave me a Swiss army knife. Apparently she never went anywhere without hers. So not me ...! Fortunately she knows me better now.
>61 NinieB: Ha! My mother-in-law gave me a washboard.
But my husband gave me a Buck knife as a wedding present. His nickname was Buck. I have carried that knife with me for ... *doing the math* ... 42 years.
Since illustrators seem to be a cherished topic here (Wind in the Willows and now Beatrix Potter)... this group may be interested in an article I found today on Harry Potter books illustrated by Jim Kay...
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