Daddy: Elephants live in Africa.
Me: Marshall, do you know where Africa is?
Marshall: Yes, in the TV.
Me: Africa is all the way across the ocean.
Livia: I swim there!
Daddy: Elephants live in Africa.
Me: Marshall, do you know where Africa is?
Marshall: Yes, in the TV.
Me: Africa is all the way across the ocean.
Livia: I swim there!
Dear Marshall,
Your last day of your first year of school was June 24th. Ironically you almost missed the bus for the first time that morning. And it was partly because of dandelions, believe it or not. You just had to pick some before you got on the bus, even though you were running a bit late.
Picking dandelions had became one of your rituals of school attendance. As you left the house each morning, you would look for dandelions to pick. You’d grab a few for Miss Holly, your teacher, and take them on the bus with you. Then, before leaving school, you’d look for dandelions to bring home for us. You did this every day.
Why? Maybe you just felt the need to pick them, and having picked them, needed something to do with them. Or maybe you earnestly wanted to bring some “sunshine” into the lives of your favorite adults. Who knows?
And while it might almost have been ridiculous, because of the extreme to which you took it (every day!), it was a beautiful thing. I like getting flowers. I think it’s sweet. Miss Holly probably thought so, too. The bus drivers certainly got a kick out of it! And I’m so happy that no one told you not to do it. I don’t want your natural impulses to be squashed so early in this bus trip we call Life.
I will miss those dandelion deliveries. And I’m going to miss “backpack mail,” which is how all of your school crafts came home to us. We never knew what we’d find when we opened your backpack, whether it would be pictures or snow-measuring sticks, gifts for mom and dad, hand-made bracelets, leprechaun ears, or other holiday decorations. You must have painted pictures with just about every item imaginable—not just fingers and brushes, but also dandelions, pasta, apples, and buttons. No year ever saw such a diverse and wonderful set of decorations.
We saved all of your craft projects, you know. Your dad insisted. He wanted to get them all first and then decide which few favorites to save. So they’re sitting in a box, except the ones that are still hanging on the bulletin board. I’m not sure I’m ready to part with any of them yet, so there they will stay until next year, when you bring home a new batch.
Congratulations on finishing your first year!
Love,
Mom
I went to the Westerly book sale on Thursday. I bought a lot of stuff.
CDs were only a buck apiece!
DVDs were only $3.00 each
The books I bought ranged in price from 50 cents to $3.00.
Total: $22.00
Dear Livia,
One of your nicknames is Noodle. I call you Noodle as often as I call you Livia, probably more. But it’s a silly nickname, and someday you might wonder where it came from. Well, I’ll tell you.
I have a habit of transmogrifying names. I picked up this habit from my parents (and it will be interesting to see if you and Marshall inherit it from me!). I’ll play with any name, even names of stores and products, but the names of pets and people nearest and dearest to me are the most fun.
In your case I probably started with “Little Girl,” which became “Girly Girl,” then “Goo-Goo,” followed by “Goo,” and then “The Googer” and “Goo Girl.” After that came “Noodle,” and I’m trying to halt the transformation there, though it’s threatening to morph into “Doodle” any day now. I like Noodle as a nickname, and even your dad uses it now. I’ll do my best to keep it.
So that’s the story. But when other people ask about the name, I tell them that I call you Noodle because you’re tall and thin. It may not be the true story, but it probably sounds more reasonable!
Love,
Mom
My version of a classic nursery rhyme:
One, two,
Spiders coming for you!
Three, four,
Weevils at the door!
Five, six,
Gonna pick up ticks!
Seven, eight,
You’re mosquito bait!
Nine, ten,
Swarming ants again!
I love books. I own a lot of them, but I don’t have a lot of shelf space. You’d think, then, that I’d have only one copy of each book. Not so. Repeats abound in my library. Here are some of them:
Four Copies
Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone by J.K. Rowling: I have a softcover copy from my friend Sprite, who introduced me to this wonderful series. I also have a hardcover copy to match the rest of the series. My husband gave me French and Spanish versions. Believe it or not, I read most of the French version. The vocabulary level was just about right for a high-school French student, so I was able to get along pretty well. I enjoy having the occasional foreign-language book in my library.
Three Copies
Heidi by Johanna Spyri: I bought the first one so that I could revisit a childhood favorite, but it didn’t strike quite the chord with me that it had when I was a kid. I started to wonder if the translation was part of the reason. I then bought two more versions to see how different they might be, and boy, were they different! Someday I hope to read those two (as well as another version on my Kindle) and decide on a winner. Whether I do or not, that strange experiment at least proved that my leeriness of translations is totally justified!
The Hobbit by J.R.R.Tolkien: I have a pretty copy with illustrations by Alan Lee and I have an annotated version. I also have Bilbo le hobbit, which is a French-language version (“Dans un trou vivait un hobbit. . . .”) I want to read this version, but since I couldn’t get past the first few pages at a time when I was actively studying French, I doubt I ever will. I don’t want to let it go, though.
Two Copies
The Little White Horse by Elizabeth Goudge: I have two softcover versions of this book: one that’s old and falling apart, and one that’s fairly new but lackluster in appearance. Neither copy is quite satisfactory. I would like to get a collector’s edition (if such a thing exists) or at least a decent hardcover copy.
The Secret Garden by Francis Hodgson Burnett: The copy that I inherited from my aunt is still in readable condition, and I love the Tasha Tudor illustrations, so I really had no reason to buy another copy. But I found one languishing at the library’s use book shop. It was so bright and nicely sized, and the illustrations (by Graham Rust) were pretty good. I felt sorry for the book. How could such a great book be sitting there unwanted and unloved? I brought it home with me. In retrospect I realize that I might have deprived some young girl of a great book. Sorry! But I’d do it over again. Yes, I would. The Secret Garden was not meant to go unread! I also have a version on my Kindle, just in case I’m ever stuck somewhere and have a sudden desire to read it. I’m not including that version in my count, though, since it doesn’t take up shelf space.
The Wizard of Oz by L. Frank Baum: I have an old copy that I inherited from my aunt and a new annotated version. While I think annotated versions are interesting, they are not typically good reading copies, so none of them is ever going to be my sole copy of a book.
A Midsummer Night’s Dream by William Shakespeare: I technically have two copies of this play because it is contained in The Yale Shakespeare, which I bought for reference purposes. But the Yale is big and unwieldy, good for research but not for leisure reading. My individual copy of A Midsummer Night’s Dream is compact. It is also utterly gorgeous, thanks to the Arthur Rackham illustrations. It may not be a first edition, but it’s a beautiful one and worth owning for that reason alone.
The Odyssey by Homer: Who but an English professor would have two copies of The Odyssey? Me! I have a verse translation which I bought for a college class. I also have a prose version that my friend Sprite gave to me. That version is one of those books that you just love to look it. And when you look at it, you have to pick it up and run your hand across the green cover with it’s blue wavelike swirls. I haven’t read it yet, but you can be sure I will.
Do you have any repeats in your library?
SHORT SPIDER BOOK
by Marshall
The spiders need to get food. They eat the food. They go outside and there’s food outside for them. They ate bugs and graham crackers from a tree.
They ate a TV, but that didn’t taste good. The cord has electricity in it. They touched the cord, and they broke it, and the electricity might come out.
The TV might be broken. Daddy’s going to use his tools. He’s going to fix it. He’s going to shoot the spiders.
They ate the gate and they forget it’s not good.
We can make a spider web, a big, giant spider web. But we need two more cushions.
We catch the spiders, and we put them outside. We give them food and graham crackers and bugs. And now they will stay outside.
THE END
In honor of this weekend’s very rainy weather, I offer you some photos from a wet day earlier this month.
Marshall: Knock, knock!
Me: Who’s there?
Marshall: It’s me!
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