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Monday, 13 June 2011

The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society

by Mary Ann Shaffer & Annie Barrows
2008


I absolutely loved this book and cut my sleep short as a result.

Always the sign of an engaging book.

Summary: It’s 1946 and Juliet, a writer, finds herself drawn to the people of Guernsey, an island in the English Channel, and specifically, to the members of the Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society. German occupation has just come to an end and Juliet discovers the Islander’s very unique way of dealing with this, shall we say, inconvenience.

There are a variety of reasons I found this book so enjoyable:
  • the writing was witty
  • the subject fascinating
  • the characters totally drew me in

Again, all signs of an engaging book.

The Guernsey "etc." is written in “correspondence style” – telegraphs, letters, and, at the very end, journal entries.

Captivating.

As I finished, I felt a longing for the days of letter writing and other such means of personal correspondence.
Nowadays, it seems that everyone communicates via email, Facebook, or Twitter. Gone are the days of handwriting and “snail mail”.

In some ways, this is a good thing. Communication is almost instant, not relying on the speed of the postal service – slow at the best of times and slower still during strike time.

But, to me, it just seems that something is missing. 

Handwriting, stationary, time spent...

I’m sure I don’t share this opinion with many people.
After all, not everyone likes to sit down with a pen and paper and write.

Not everyone’s “hidden art” (see previous post) is writing.

Postscript: I can’t help but share that my mother-in-law was attracted to my father-in-law because of his handwriting (and hopefully a few other things).

Reading on...

Monday, 6 June 2011

The Hidden Art of Homemaking

The Hidden Art of Homemaking
By Edith Schaeffer


I ordered this book after seeing it recommended on several websites I follow.  Based on the title, I figured it might be something to help me keep the bathroom clean or how to stay on top of laundry - anything to help me be a better homemaker...

Was I in for a pleasant surprise!

Housecleaning tips were nowhere to be found.

Instead, Hidden Art was a treasure trove full of ways to enrich my life and the lives of those around me; wonderful ideas of how to use the interests and talents God has given me and mine to glorify Him and round out our lives, making them full and deep.

A few things that stood out for me:

v God is the original artist! The Bible tells us that, “The heavens declare the glory of God; and the firmament shows His handiwork,” (Psalm 19:1). God is the original designer, painter, sculptor, writer, gardener, baker, composer.

v People were made in the image of God; in the image of the Creator; in the image of the Artist. Therefore, people were created to create. It is not a waste of time to pursue creativity, after all this is what we were given the skills to do.

v Hidden Art – each person has a talent or interest hidden away in their being; something they aren’t using as their career, something they yearn to do. Somehow. Someday. Stifling this desire detracts from who they are and how they feel as a person.

The author spends most of the book going through the variety of mediums she calls “hidden art”. I will only note the ones that impacted me personally. Read the book and see what impacts you!


v Music – God wants to hear our praises! Instruments, voice, it doesn’t matter.

I have come to realize there are people for which music is as natural as breathing. For these individuals tone, pitch and rhythm are innate.  Connecting notes to form chords, and other pleasant sounding melodies, is second nature.

A real musician “just knows”.

Once I figured out I was not that kind of person, despite years of music lessons, I was much happier and freer to pursue what I was good at. And I can still sing and play praises to God, just not at the front of the whole church.

Thankfully!

Note to parent: I need to expose my children to a variety of music and a variety of musical settings to set any natural enjoyment or talent in motion.

We’ve had the interesting experience these last four years of struggling through music lessons with my eldest. Very quickly he determined music was not his “thing”; we, his parents, did not arrive at this discovery so swiftly. Now, after a good effort, we are finally retiring our position of, “want well-rounded child; will play music.”
We still want a well-rounded child, for his sake as much as ours, but we also realize that music isn’t the only thing that can add “roundness” to this particular child’s life. 

Soon we’ll move on to child number two. Perhaps music will be his “thing”.


v Painting, Sketching, Sculpturing – There are people who set out to draw or paint or carve an elephant and, when they are finished, their work actually looks like an elephant!

Again, I am not one of those people!

Edith Schaeffer points out, that if one waits for the day when they have hours to themselves or when they have the perfect setting  or when a nice fat pay check comes their way, they may be waiting for a very, very long time. They’ll never draw (or write, or act, or decorate, or whatever their hidden art may be).

There are so many other means to use this interest and talent. Draw in your prayer journal as a way to worship and praise God. Illustrate sermon notes or a kid’s church lesson for clarity and interest. Decorate your “to-do” list! The possibilities are truly endless.

Note to parent: How will my child ever know they have a passion for sketching if they are never given paper and a pencil? How will I ever know if my child has a passion for sketching if I don't give them the opportunity to draw and create? Provide the tools and the opportunity and my child will take it from there!

Interestingly, my children love to draw. The eldest will sit and draw intricately designed battles and sea monsters whenever he gets the chance, and, as a result, the second follows suit. Together they sit at the kitchen table and fight over colours and paper and space as they create worlds on paper. Alone, they just sit and draw. Further, because her brothers love to draw and she sees them at this activity daily, the third has also started.

It is amazing when peer pressure works in a parents favour!

Creativity at work.


v Interior Decoration – I love a nice looking house. I love a clean house. Though one would never know it half the time – thus the search for bathroom cleaning secrets!

From Edith Schaeffer’s perspective, the hidden art of Interior Decoration is simply what we do with our living space. She goes so far as to suggest one should bring personal items to decorate a hotel room if it’s going to be home longer than a day or two!

I guarantee this is the last thing on my mind as I am packing for a family of six. 

However, she does say a few things in this chapter that struck me hard:

·        “This place should be expressing something of yourself,” (pg 66).
·        “Interior Decoration...is not just one’s artistic efforts, but is that which your home...is. If you are ‘decorating’ with clothes draped on every chair, with scratched or broken furniture-it is still your interior decoration!” (pg 76).   Ouch!!!
·        “And for the Christian who is consciously in communication with the Creator, surely his home should reflect something of the artistry, the beauty and order of the One whom he is representing, and in whose image he has been made!”(pg 82).


v Gardens and Gardening – At the moment, I can’t relate to this section. I have no grass, no trees, no flowers and, certainly, no garden plot. Even when I’ve had a great garden space, I found I was so busy trying to keep the inside presentable I didn’t have the time to do much outside.

That said, flowers, vegetables, canning, preserving are all things I can aspire to.

Once I have grass and a clean house!

A separate take home message, however, is that as a Christian I should have a deeper understanding of my role in treating God’s creation with care and sensitivity. I should recycle. I should not waste water. I should turn off the lights.


v Writing – Prose and Poetry – I couldn’t wait to read this section. Writing is my thing. My hidden art. Unfortunately, I don’t have the time to sit and write the prose I have waiting in my head. I was reminded, however, that I can use this art in a variety of other ways: notes to friends and family, prayer by pen and paper, journals of thoughts and dreams.

      If I keep waiting for the perfect moment, with no interruptions, I’ll never write.

      I’ll never bless anyone else through writing.



v Environment – This was the final area that struck me.

By environment Edith Schaeffer does not mean “the environment”, but instead the effect we have on the people around us.

The atmosphere we create.

People often have little choice about the people surrounding them. If they sit next to a grumpy person on the plane for three hours, then for three hours they are living in a grumpy environment.  Alternatively, if they sit next to a friendly, polite person, they are living in a friendly, polite environment. 

It comes down to this: how I act impacts others.

“Our conversations, attitudes, behaviour, response or lack of response, hardness or compassion, our love or selfishness, joy or dullness, our demonstrated trust and faith or our continual despondency, our concern for others or our self pity – all these things make a difference to the people who have to live in our ‘environment’,”(pg 209).

I notice this very phenomenon in my own household. If my husband comes home from work grumpy, then very soon I’m grumpy too and vice versa. 

How we act rubs off on people. Hmmm.

Something to consider!


Two final thoughts...

1.     “Children growing up in an atmosphere where beauty is considered an important part of daily life cannot help being inspired to develop their own original ideas in these areas, nor can they help being prepared to live aesthetically themselves,” (pg 104). I noted in the margin of my book, “The opposite is also true.”

2.     “One needs to fight to prevent creativity being killed. Children are naturally creative, but it needs encouragement. They need to become aware that they were made in the image of the Creator, and are meant to be creative. They can begin to understand that there is a difference between the infinite (like God) and the finite (like man), so that they appreciated that they cannot do everything...” (pg 178).

      I have to say, one of the reasons our family does not own a video gaming system is for this very reason.

      Further, we have to fight against the need to excel at everything - especially with eldest child. He is reluctant to do things he knows he's not good at, and we need to get him out of this mode or else he will miss out on so much in life. No one is good at everything.

So many take home messages in this book!

Wednesday, 25 May 2011

Night - Addendum

Several years ago my husband and I visited the United States Holocaust Memorial Museum  in Washington, D.C., of which Elie Wiesel, the author of Night, is the Founding Museum Chairman.

Further, Mr. Wiesel is the first recipient of United States Holocaust Memorial Museum Award presented earlier this month.  The award will be forever named after him.

Anyway, visiting the museum was truly a moving experience...To step into a replica of the cattle cars that carried thousands of people to their deaths; to read walls listing the names of people who acted to save those targeted by the Nazis; to hear stories and experiences of survivors and of those speaking up from the grave.

It is a must visit museum.

There was a quote on our museum guide that I have kept posted on my bulletin board ever since and it seems appropriate to duplicate here,


First they came for the socialists,
And I did not speak out –
Because I was not a socialist.

Then they came for the trade unionists,
And I did not speak out –
Because I was not a trade unionist.

Then they came for the Jews,
And I did not speak out –
Because I was not a Jew.

Then they came for me –
And there was no one left to speak for me.

-          Attributed to Martin Niemöller (1892-1984),
anti-Nazi German pastor

While Martin Niemöller seems to be a somewhat controversial figure in his attitude towards those of Jewish descent during World War II, I do think this quote speaks for itself.

Thursday, 19 May 2011

Night

By Elie Wiesel
Translated by Marion Wiesel


I had never heard of the book called “Night” by Nobel Peace Prize recipient, Elie Wiesel. It was part of my sister’s library and part of Oprah’s Club.


In case you haven’t heard of it either... Night is a short book that describes the author’s personal experiences during the Holocaust. Mr. Wiesel survived the ghetto, Auschwitz, Birkenau, Buna, Gleiwitz, Buchenwald; deprivation, starvation, thirst; deportation, cattle cars, marches, labour; death; loneliness; guilt.


And how did Mr. Wiesel survive? Really, in my estimation it seems like luck and lots of it: Being in the right place at the right time, pretending to be the right age at the right time, having the right skill at the right time, listening to the right advice at the right time, the list goes on. But, for Mr. Wiesel, everything that happened seemed to happen at the right time.


Of course, I really don’t believe in luck. I do, however, believe in a sovereign God who works out even the horrible things in life according to His perfect plan.


Quite a relief to me, even in my comfortable Canadian life.

After reading Night I find that I cherish my husband and children a little bit more. I relish in my ability to live and eat and sleep and walk as I please.

I am thankful for my freedom from a life of fear.
Reading on...



Wednesday, 11 May 2011

Judging a Book by its Cover

Confession time again... I’m drawn to books by their covers. Artwork, title, font, number of pages are all things that attract me. But, exactly how much do these surface features really say about the heart of a book? The author’s voice?  

The message inside?

Certainly a cover and its trimmings can provide a glimpse into what a book may or may not be about, but would I even pick up the book to flip through if I wasn’t first drawn to its cover?

Maybe.
Likely not.

In my musings, I have come to the conclusion that book covers are very much like the skin we live in as humans. The packaging, if you will.

The first things we notice about each other are all exterior features. Face, hair, clothes, body, teeth. Our packaging.

Our cover.

It is these surface characteristics that first serve to either attract us or repel us from each other.

If we like what we see, we make the effort to study the person closer, dig a little deeper, get to know them better. At the other end, if we don’t like what we see, we tend to move on with scarcely a backward glance.

Sad, but true.

It makes me wonder how many fascinating stories I’ve missed because I didn’t like a cover.

It makes me wonder how many conversations, or even friendships, I’ve missed because I didn’t like a cover.

I was reminded of a book I read several years ago by the now deceased memoirist, Lucy Grealy, detailing the impact of jaw cancer on her childhood and adolescence.

In Autobiography of a Face, Lucy wrote about how facial disfigurement impacted every single aspect of her life. Inside and out. I copied the following quote into my book journal...

“But for me, dressing as if I didn’t care was an attempt not to care, to show the world I wasn’t concerned with what it thought of my face. In my carefully orchestrated shabbiness, I was hoping to beat the world to the finish line by showing that I already knew I was ugly. Still, all the while, I was secretly hoping that in the process some potential lover might accidentally notice I was wearing my private but beautiful heart on my stained and fraying sleeve.”

What Lucy said impacts me today just as it did years ago. I hurt for her and feel her pain.

I can never know what is going on in someone else’s life if I don’t chose to look beneath the surface and get beyond their cover.

One final thought that brings a smile to my face and a surge of thankfulness to my heart. In the Biblical account of the prophet Samuel anointing David, king of Israel, it says,

But the Lord said to Samuel, “Do not consider his appearance or his height, for I have rejected him. The Lord does not look at the things man looks at. Man looks at the outward appearance, but the Lord looks at the heart.” 1 Samuel 16:7


It comes down to this...If God, the maker of all, looks beyond the cover – shouldn’t we?

Reading on...


Tuesday, 3 May 2011

Three Cups of Tea

Three Cups of Tea.
By Greg Mortenson and David Oliver Relin
2006 Penguin Books


In case you haven’t read this book... 
In 1993, Greg Mortenson made an unsuccessful bid to climb the world’s second tallest mountain, K2, in the Karakoram Range of Pakistan. On the descent, he got lost. After days of walking, Mr. Mortenson was rescued and brought back to a village where the people cared for him and gave him many cups of tea.  Out a debt of gratitude, Mr. Mortenson formed the Central Asia Institute http://www.ikat.org/ to fund the building of schools and hospitals in Pakistan.

I am aware of the recent controversy surrounding Three Cups of Tea. Check out: http://www.nytimes.com/2011/04/18/business/media/18mortenson.html?_r=1&smid=tw-nytimes&seid=auto.
However, in my mind, whether or not Greg Mortenson dipped his toe into the world of fiction, the message of the book does not change. It remains...

Reach out. Step out. Help.

A great message to be sure, but how realistic is it for the person who doesn’t climb mountains in exotic locales? Who, instead, leads a fairly regular and everyday sort of life?
Like Me?
Which makes me ask, “how about me”?

How can I help?

How can I reach beyond myself and into the lives of others?

Certainly, starting a humanitarian organization is beyond my current life stage. So what fits?

Love your neighbour as yourself.” Treat other people as I wish to be treated. 
Basic? Yes.
Easy? No.

So, how exactly does this translate? A few ideas:
Be polite to the cashier at the grocery store, because I want to be treated politely.
Be respectful to the elderly driver out for a Sunday drive on Friday, because I want to be treated with respect.
Be kind to the very tardy pizza delivery guy, because I want to be treated kindly.
Offer my help to the mother balancing babies and grocery bags, because there are times when I need help.
Be gracious towards the nanny when she washes red shirts with the whites, because there are many occasions when I need grace myself.
Be hospitable to the new family at church, because I enjoy receiving hospitality.
Send a relative or friend a note of encouragement, because I like to be encouraged.

It comes down to this: Look beyond my own world and notice the others around me.

I am so quick to get wrapped up in the business of my life that I forget the people around me. However, I have noticed that if I take the time to give to someone else, in the end, it is me who is blessed.
And, on a note of practicality, it’s not necessarily the big things that make a difference, it’s the little and seemingly insignificant things that go the farthest.

Reading on...

Tuesday, 26 April 2011

Let the Great World Spin

Let the Great World Spin
By Colum McCann
2009  HarperCollins Publishers Ltd.

I picked up this book last month, drawn to the interesting title and, I must say, the contortionist cover. Is it wrong to judge a book by its cover, as the saying goes?

Winner of the National Book Award, Let the Great World Spin is 349 pages of high quality drama following a number of fictional characters living in and around New York City in August, 1974. Each character’s story is anchored on a real-life event: Philippe Petit tight roping across the World Trade Center.

For those of you who don’t know, a digression...

On August 7, 1974, Philippe Petit snuck up to the roof of the World Trade Center and, with the help of a few loyal friends, hung a steel cable between the North and South Towers. He proceeded to walk, run, dance and lie down on the wire for 45 minutes before deciding he was finished. Petit crossed the cable eight times in total.

 Further reading: Man on Wire by Philippe Petit and for the kid’s, The Man Who Walked Between the Towers by Mordecai Gerstein.  

Now, back to the book...

While there are a variety of people portrayed in this book, five or six stand out to me as thought provokers.

Always a good thing.

The book begins with Corrigan, a fresh New Yorker and a transplanted Irishman.  From a very early age, Corrigan feels the strong pull towards the plight of others. This leads him to move and live among the prostitutes and drug dealers of the Bronx. Here he opens his door, his bathroom, and his life to help those around him.  What adds tension to Corrigan’s altruistic lifestyle?  He is part of a religious order that prevents him from marrying the love of his life and, consequently, prevents him from truly living.

What struck me about Corrigan was that he knew his life’s calling. Do I know my life’s calling? Do you know yours? 


Corrigan’s story struck another chord with me. It also led me to consider grace, a free and undeserved gift from a loving God. Corrigan’s god is described as angry and demanding (not necessarily in those words), but this is so far from the truth. God, the one true God, is slow to anger and a perfect gentleman.

Not demanding in any sort of way.


Next to be introduced is a wealthy, Park Avenue mom, named Claire, who has lost her only child to the war in Vietnam. She grieves over tea and donuts with several other grieving ladies, yet their grief is really the only thing they have in common. Thanks (with a touch of sarcasm) to this bunch of mourning mothers I got to thinking about what it would be like to lose a child.  

Something not as uncommon as I wish it might be. 

I can never really know what it is like (and I did keep a healthy distance between my emotions and my thought process in this little brain exercise) unless I experience it, and it is something I never, ever, ever (can I stress this enough?) want to experience. But, I can imagine that not having the comfort and hope of seeing my child again in Heaven would only make a devastating situation even worse. Death would have even greater finality.

Blaine and Lara, a couple of free-living artists, have the unfortunate role of causing a fatal car accident then make the unfortunate choice to run. Lara wanted to own up to the tragedy, but Blaine figured it wasn’t their fault, so why should they accept the blame?

Why should they accept the blame?

Why should anyone accept the blame when they truly can get away with their misdeed? That is a question many people grapple with, on some level, when they make a mistake that impacts others. I toyed with that very question this past winter after backing into a parked car. For a very brief second I thought, no one saw, I could just drive away and be done, but the fact is, when we just “drive away”, it’s not done. Our actions stay with us and, depending on how sensitive our consciences are, they may stay with us for a very long time. They may even haunt us.  In my case, I did own up to my driving error, I did pay for the repairs, and it was done. Life was in balance once again.  Doing what is right isn’t always easy, but as I have learned, the truth will set you free.

Another character that set my mind to work was Tillie, a career prostitute. Her mother was a hooker and her daughter was a hooker; it’s kind of the family line of work. As Tillie reflects on her life and the choices she made as a mother, she considers: Was it really a good idea to introduce her daughter to prostitution? Or help her take drugs? Or take the rap for her mistakes?

While I might not introduce my children to life on the streets, what choices do I make as a mom? What influences do I allow into their lives? What am I teaching my sons and daughters? What do I fix when I should allow for natural consequences?

What legacy am I leaving behind?

Hmmm.

And, finally, there is Gloria.

Gloria made a couple of bad marriage choices leaving her to raise three sons alone. Then grieve three sons, alone. At the end of the book, Gloria is faced with a difficult and unexpected decision requiring great self-sacrifice, but by stepping out in faith, she impacts lives in dramatic fashion.

Gloria’s response made me think about the decisions I make. Not usually the life-changing sort, every now and then, an opportunity may present itself. The thought of that possibility made me realize that I need to be flexible enough to step out of my comfort zone and be ready when something out of the ordinary comes my way. After all, I never know what life might bring. Or who might need my help.

So, after all that...

Would I recommend this book? I’m not sure. I loved Colum McCann’s writing style, and there is great potential for “accidental change”, however, the language and sexual content is R-Rated. Not something I value in my reads.

Is it fair to say, “Read at your own risk?”

Reading on...