Wednesday, April 15, 2009

326 I cannot dance upon my Toes by Emily Dickinson

I cannot dance upon my Toes

I cannot dance upon my Toes -
No Man instructed me -
But oftentimes, among my mind,
A Glee possesseth me,

That had I Ballet knowledge—
Would put itself abroad
In Pirouette to blanch a Troupe—
Or lay a Prima, mad,

And though I had no Gown of Gauze—
No Ringlet, to my Hair,
Nor hopped to Audiences—like Birds,
One Claw upon the Air,

Nor tossed my shape in Eider Balls,
Nor rolled on the wheels of snow
Till I was out of sight, in sound,
The House encore me so—

Nor any know I know the Art
I mention—easy—Here -
Nor any Placard boast me—
It's full as Opera—
--Emily Dickinson


You'd think that there would be lots of great poetry about ballet -- it's essentially poetry in motion after all. But perhaps it's a problem of synesthesia. Finding words to describe a dance is like trying to find the note on the piano that precisely describes the shade of lipstick on my Teela action figure.
I had high hopes when I began reading this poem posted to yahoo answers by a user called Christopher U
Ballet

As a symphony of legs float,
but round a single piroette,
on pointe she goes,
raised in majesty
and swept in pink silk,
covering her delicate slender tones,
in wonderous shades,
as she rises another falls,
slips are barely noticed,
but frowned on all the same,
monotonous drapes appear
so sleek and slender now it is
bathed in the warm glow of her face,
and she goes for that jump,
landing near perfect,
she is,
The Ballet Dancer

Source(s):
me ;) this is my 78th poem i think now whoop lol

It starts off well, reminding me of the scene in Sleeping Beauty where each of the courters walks Aurora around in a circle while she stands on one toe. (it's at the end of the Rose Adagio -- about 5 minutes into this video)

But about halfway through, it falters and falls flatter than a dancer missing her leap. And then the author's comments at the end make me lose all respect for him and just seal the poem's fate.

Anyway, all this is merely prelude to say that I've finally got photos and prices for all my tutus online. You can go to my old Picasa tutu album http://picasaweb.google.com/KarenAhlstrom/Tutu# and see the prices in the comments. Or just look below. Remember, the prices are what I'd charge a stranger at a boutique or craft fair. Friends and family can get serious discounts off these prices -- drop me a line or call me and we'll work something out.

Pink:

Top Left: #30 Dusty Rose $24
Top Right: #4 Pink Sparkley $16
Mid Left: #5 Cotton Candy $13.50
Mid Right: #46 Dark Pink Sparkley $18.50
Bottom: #8 Magenta Short $12.50

Headbands:

Top - White Headband Pink roses $5
Middle - #18 Pink Headband Yellow and Pink Roses $6.50
Bottom - #19 Pink Headband White flowers $5
Bottom Right - #17 Rainbow Ribbon skirt $5

Red:

Top Left: #53 Red $14
Top Right:#23 Red and Gold $16.50
Bottom Left: #20 Peppermint $12.50
Bottom Right: #49 Candy Cane $20.50

Orange:

Top Left: #40 Tiger Lily $11
Top Right: #12 Peaches and Cream $11.50
Bottom Left: #31 Pale Peach $12
Bottom Right: #52 Sunflower $16

White:

Top Left: #29 White $12
Top Right: #27 Snow $13.50
Bottom Left: #14 Cream with White Ribbons $12
Bottom Right: #13 Cream Vintage $11.50

Green:

Top Left: #15 Green Poofiness $13.50
Top Right: #16 Green $10.50
Bottom Left: $42 Aquamarine $18
Bottom Right: #37 Aquamarine Short $12

Blue:

Top left: #51 Cloud $24
Top right: #2 Bluebird Thin $7.50
Bottom Left: #3 Bluebird Poofy $12.50
Middle right: #1 Bluebird Ribbon Wrapped $7.50
Bottom right: #38 Cloudy $12

Purple:

Top Left: #39 Lavender Roses $18.50
Top Right: #47 Purple Stripes $10.50
Bottom Left: #25 Purple Sparkley $22.50
Bottom Middle: #26 Deep Purple Short $12
Bottom Right: #24 Deep Purple $17



PS: There's more easter photos and a video

Thursday, April 9, 2009

Roads Go Ever Ever On by JRR Tolkien

Roads Go Ever Ever On

Roads go ever ever on,
Over rock and under tree,
By caves where never sun has shone,
By streams that never find the sea;
Over snow by winter sown,
And through the merry flowers of June,
Over grass and over stone,
And under mountains in the moon.

Roads go ever ever on,
Under cloud and under star.
Yet feet that wandering have gone
Turn at last to home afar.
Eyes that fire and sword have seen,
And horror in the halls of stone
Look at last on meadows green,
And trees and hills they long have known.

The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with weary feet,
Until it joins some larger way,
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.

The Road goes ever on and on
Out from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone.
Let others follow, if they can!
Let them a journey new begin.
But I at last with weary feet
Will turn towards the lighted inn,
My evening-rest and sleep to meet.

Still 'round the corner there may wait
A new road or secret gate;
And though I oft have passed them by,
A day will come at last when I
Shall take the hidden paths that run
West of the Moon, East of the Sun.
--JRR Tolkien


Okay, I know that I haven't written any decent blog posts in months. I'm not really ready to start now. Too much has happened for me to summarize, and I simply haven't got time to write it all right now. One big piece of news is that Peter has gotten a job and we're moving to Utah, so I have to pack and do all sorts of other stuff to get ready.

Which brings me to Why I Picked This Poem today. There are a few reasons which are all equally valid.
  1. This poem always seems appropriate to me when moving. You're starting out on a new road, and may never come back to the place you're leaving, and that's a little exciting, and a little sad.
  2. The blog post today is about books, and so I wanted a poem from a novel. Bits of this poem are spread out across the Lord of The Rings books.
  3. The person who inspired me to write this post said specifically that she didn't enjoy LOTR, and I said I especially enjoyed the poetry and symbolism (Which she skimmed over and missed entirely respectively).


Essentially, a friend called me up today and asked if I wanted to meet her at the park and talk while our little ones played together. We ended up talking about books, and she expressed some frustration with the fact that she had gone through several genres of books and had to quit reading them for various reasons. Modern Literary novels have too much sexual content; she didn't really like the Sci-fi and Fantasy her husband gave her; Romance novels, even when you can find clean ones, are so formulaic that they all start to sound the same; Mysteries have so much dark content with the murders and the lying etc, that you get a bad feeling if you read too many; etc. She said she was reduced to reading Self Help books and the Classics. I talked about some of the books that I've enjoyed, and through our conversation got an idea of the sort of thing she might like. I told her I'd send her an email with those book suggestions, and remembered that I had sent a similar list to Miriam a few years ago when she was looking for books for Aidan to read other than the Chronicles of Narnia.

The result is a long list of books with comments that I think would be nice to have as a blog post. It is not all inclusive, but it is, I think, an interesting look at the sort of books I have enjoyed in my life. It starts with the Newbery books, and expands from there, with my suggestions for this particular friend at the very end.

Here's the list of books I promised you. It's just a list that I put together for my sister in law, so it might not all be interesting to you. The Newbery books are theoretically the best in Children's Literature for the year, though sometimes the committee picks weird stuff. Many libraries will have them all together rather than shelved by author with the rest of the fiction, so ask a librarian if you can't find them. There's another list of Non- Newbery fiction as well. I'll admit that this is a pretty long list, but you don't have to be intimidated. Just skim through it till you find a couple that sound interesting, make a note, and take it to the library with you. Read the books -- or at least a couple of chapters to see if you like it -- and then pick another couple books. You can reserve books at most libraries online so that they'll be waiting for you when you go in, and you won't have to look for them while the kids are waiting. Have fun!

-Karen

Year-Author-Book
  • 2007-Susan Patron-The Higher Power of Lucky I haven't read this one
  • 2006-Lynne Rae Perkins-Criss Cross I haven't read this one
  • 2005-Cynthia Kadohata-Kira-Kira I haven't read this one
  • 2004-Kate DiCamillo-The Tale of Despereaux This was an excellent little book about a mouse -- the style is unusual but charming.
  • 2003-Avi-Crispin: The Cross of Lead I read this and liked it, but I can't remember much about it
  • 2002-Linda Sue Park-A Single Shard I haven't read this one
  • 2001-Richard Peck-A Year Down Yonder I haven't read this one
  • 2000-Christopher Paul Curtis-Bud, Not Buddy I haven't read this one
  • 1999-Louis Sachar-Holes I loved this -- the move was really good, but the book was great with interweaving story lines -- really worth reading, though a little intense at times -- if you've seen the movie, you know what I mean. I'd suggest other books by this author -- though the Wayside school stories are much sillier
  • 1998-Karen Hesse-Out of the Dust I disliked this book. it was oddly written, with a depressing storyline.
  • 1997-E. L. Konigsburg-The View from Saturday I liked this one -- it's told from four different viewpoints, with one very nice and satisfying story. I'd suggest other stories by this author
  • 1996-Karen Cushman-The Midwife's Apprentice This was a nice medieval period piece.
  • 1995-Sharon Creech-Walk Two Moons I haven't read this one
  • 1994-Lois Lowry-The Giver This one was odd -- if you're into dystopian soft sci-fi, it's OK, but it's kind of disturbing.
  • 1993-Cynthia Rylant-Missing May I haven't read this one
  • 1992-Phyllis Reynolds Naylor-Shiloh I haven't read this one
  • 1991-Jerry Spinelli-Maniac Magee I haven't read this one
  • 1990-Lois Lowry-Number the Stars This is a very good Holocaust book for young readers, as is The Devil's Arithmatic.
  • 1989-Paul Fleischman-Joyful Noise: Poems for Two Voices This is a little odd, and ought to be read aloud with a friend
  • 1988-Russell Freedman-Lincoln: A Photobiography I loved this one
  • 1987-Sid Fleischman-The Whipping Boy It's a light little story about a spoiled prince
  • 1986-Patricia MacLachlan-Sarah, Plain and Tall This is a book about loneliness on the prairie and finding love. it's a little wistful, but has a satisfying ending, and at least one sequel
  • 1985-Robin McKinley-The Hero and the Crown One of my all time favorites with its companion book The Blue Sword -- Escapist magic sword fighting dragons fantasy. It's a little more mature than many of these other books since the heroine in each is grown up, and is falling in love.
  • 1984-Beverly Cleary-Dear Mr. Henshaw A book about a kid who writes letters to a truck driver. He's lonely, and or misunderstood. I remember liking it as a kid when Mom read it to us, but it's not exactly a happy book.
  • 1983-Cynthia Voigt-Dicey's Song I haven't read this one
  • 1982-Nancy Willard-A Visit to William Blake's Inn This is a collection of poems in honor of William Blake -- you'll find it on the picture book shelves, and it can be read in one sitting.
  • 1981-Katherine Paterson-Jacob Have I Loved I haven't read this one
  • 1980-Joan Blos-A Gathering of Days: A New England Girl's Journal This is a lot like those Dear America Diary books. It's OK
  • 1979-Ellen Raskin-The Westing Game I really liked this mystery book which has a lot of different point of view characters.
  • 1978-Katherine Paterson-Bridge to Terabithia This is a great book about how reality and fantasy interact. It has a tragic, but ultimately satisfying ending. You'll cry, but like it.
  • 1977-Mildred Taylor-Roll of Thunder, Hear My Cry I haven't read this one
  • 1976-Susan Cooper-The Grey King Part of the Dark is Rising Series. One of my favorite fantasy series
  • 1975-Virginia Hamilton-M. C. Higgins, the Great This was a weird one about a boy in a coal mining town who likes to sit on a pole. I wouldn't recommend it.
  • 1974-Paula Fox-The Slave Dancer A book about a kid who has to play his flute to get the slaves on a slave ship to dance so they won't just lay there and die. It's one of those with a heavy political message, but it was OK
  • 1973-Jean Craighead George-Julie of the Wolves Alaskan Eskimo girl doesn't want to be married, so she goes out onto the tundra and lives with the wolves. A great survival story, but I didn't like the inevitable ending. I would recommend other books by this author especially My Side of the Mountain. They're a lot like Gary Paulsen's books (Hatchet, etc)
  • 1972-Robert C. O'Brien-Mrs. Frisby and the Rats of NIMH I liked this book, which is a fuller version of the story in the movie
  • 1971-Betsy Byars-Summer of the Swans This is about a girl and her disabled brother. It was OK
  • 1970-William H. Armstrong-Sounder I haven't read this one
  • 1969-Lloyd Alexander-The High King One of the Black Cauldron books. I'd also recommend others by this author (I'll add those on another list)
  • 1968-E. L. Konigsburg-From the Mixed-Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler A girl runs away with her brother to live in the Metropolitan Museum of Art. A fun book with a bit of a mystery
  • 1967-Irene Hunt-Up a Road Slowly I haven't read this one
  • 1966-Elizabeth Borton- de Treviño I, Juan de Pareja I haven't read this one
  • 1965-Maia Wojciechowska-Shadow of a Bull I haven't read this one
  • 1964-Emily Cheney Neville-It's Like This, Cat I haven't read this one
  • 1963-Madeleine L'Engle-A Wrinkle in Time An odd Science fiction story - it was always a little bit over my head.
  • 1962-Elizabeth George Speare-The Bronze Bow I haven't read this one
  • 1961-Scott O'Dell-Island of the Blue Dolphins A really good survival story about an indian girl left behind on an island off the coast of California.
  • 1960-Joseph Krumgold-Onion John I haven't read this one
  • 1959-Elizabeth George Speare-The Witch of Blackbird Pond A girl in New England in the 16 or 1700's I remember liking this book, but it was a long time ago.
  • 1958-Harold Keith-Rifles for Watie I haven't read this one
  • 1957-Virginia Sorenson-Miracles on Maple Hill I haven't read this one
  • 1956-Jean Lee Latham-Carry On, Mr. Bowditch I really liked this book about a sailor who comes up with better ways of doing the math involved in navigation. It's a true story, but unless you care about math, ships, or navigation, it might not be your thing.
  • 1955-Meindert DeJong-The Wheel on the School I haven't read this one
  • 1954-Joseph Krumgold-...And Now Miguel I haven't read this one
  • 1953-Ann Nolan Clark-Secret of the Andes I haven't read this one
  • 1952-Eleanor Estes-Ginger Pye I haven't read this one
  • 1951-Elizabeth Yates-Amos Fortune, Free Man I haven't read this one
  • 1950-Marguerite de Angeli-The Door in the Wall A really good book about a boy with a crippled leg in Medieval England.
  • 1949-Marguerite Henry-King of the Wind A fascinating story about the first Arabian horse in Europe.
  • 1948-William Pène du Bois-The Twenty-One Balloons A fantasy adventure story about going around the world by balloon, and landing on Krakatoa before it blew up. It was fun
  • 1947-Carolyn Sherwin Bailey-Miss Hickory A story about a doll that lives in the woods - it was OK, but nothing great
  • 1946-Lois Lenski-Strawberry Girl I haven't read this one
  • 1945-Robert Lawson-Rabbit Hill I haven't read this one
  • 1944-Esther Forbes-Johnny Tremain Fictionalized account of the American Revolution. Fun story
  • 1943-Elizabeth Gray Vining-Adam of the Road Another Medieval story that I'm pretty sure you own. I really liked this one.
  • 1942-Walter D. Edmonds-The Matchlock Gun This is about a family that was settling America during the Indian Wars. Totally not politically correct, but probably historically accurate from their point of view.
  • 1941-Armstrong Sperry-Call It Courage Adventure story about a Polynesian boy. I liked this book
  • 1940-James Daugherty-Daniel Boone I haven't read this one, but heartily recommend the Autobiography of Davy Crockett -- which is very readable.
  • 1939-Elizabeth Enright-Thimble Summer I haven't read this one
  • 1938-Kate Seredy-The White Stag I haven't read this one
  • 1937-Ruth Sawyer-Roller Skates I haven't read this one
  • 1936-Carol Ryrie Brink-Caddie Woodlawn A story about a pioneer era girl and her family. A lot like the Little House books. I liked it.
  • 1935-Monica Shannon-Dobry I haven't read this one
  • 1934-Cornelia Meigs-Invincible Louisa I haven't read this one
  • 1933-Elizabeth Foreman Lewis-Young Fu of the Upper Yangtze I haven't read this one
  • 1932-Laura Adams Armer-Waterless Mountain I haven't read this one
  • 1931-Elizabeth Coatsworth-The Cat Who Went to Heaven An excellent overview of Buddhist stories I REALLY liked this book a lot.
  • 1930-Rachel Field-Hitty, Her First Hundred Years A book about a doll that is passed from one owner to another. It's nothing special.
  • 1929-Eric P. Kelly-The Trumpeter of Krakow A really interesting historical story about Poland
  • 1928-Dhan Gopal Mukerji-Gay Neck, the Story of a Pigeon I haven't read this one
  • 1927-Will James-Smoky the Cow Horse I haven't read this one
  • 1926-Arthur Bowie Chrisman-Shen of the Sea Folk tale collection -- It was OK
  • 1925-Charles Finger-Tales from Silver Lands another Folk tale collection
  • 1924-Charles Hawes-The Dark Frigate I haven't read this one
  • 1923-Hugh Lofting-The Voyages of Doctor Dolittle This is a really fun book, but you may want to get one of the recent editions where they edit out some of the more politically incorrect racial slurs (that were just a product of the time, but are jolting to the modern reader)
  • 1922-Hendrik Willem van Loon-The Story of Mankind This is a history of the world written for children. Not one to read straight through, but a good reference book.
Newbery Honor Books
  • Princess Academy by Shannon Hale -- One of the girls in town is going to be a princess, so they all go to school to learn etiquette. There are jealousies and such, but the heroine is a real hero in the end. I'm pretty sure this has a Mormon author -- though there's no overt religion in it.
  • Al Capone Does My Shirts by Gennifer Choldenko -- This is about a boy who lives on Alcatraz island in the 40's with his guard dad, neurotic mom, and autistic sister. It's an interesting book
  • Ella Enchanted by Gail Carson Levine -- This is the first and best (in my opinion) of her retellings of fairy tales. I liked them all, but I liked this one best.
  • Catherine, Called Birdy by Karen Cushman -- I liked this one better than her Midwife's Apprentice. It's a story of a girl in Medieval times in journal format
  • The Ear, the Eye and the Arm by Nancy Farmer -- this is odd science fiction set in futuristic Africa. I really liked it, especially the Recorded Books edition with one of my favorite readers. It's long, and not like much you would have read before.
  • The True Confessions of Charlotte Doyle by Avi -- A girl on a ship. I liked it for that reason.
  • Shabanu, Daughter of the Wind by Suzanne Fisher Staples -- A fascinating book about the life and decisions of an Arab girl.
  • Hatchet by Gary Paulsen -- Survival adventure at its best.
  • The Sign of the Beaver by Elizabeth George Speare -- Survival adventure of a boy settling in Indian country whose dad leaves him to guard the homestead. He makes friends with the Indians and starts to go native.
  • Ramona Quimby, Age 8 by Beverly Cleary -- I liked to read all of Beverly Cleary's books about Ramona and friends. They're children's classics as well.
  • The Great Gilly Hopkins by Katherine Paterson -- A book about a moody girl in the Foster care system.
  • The Wizard of Earthsea by Ursula K. Le Guin -- A really cool fantasy in a well defined world that's not Tolkien's. She's a great writer, and while it's no fluffy quick read, it's well worth it to read the entire series.
  • The Egypt Game by Zilpha Keatley Snyder -- A story about inner city kids and their imagination. I really liked it.
  • Across Five Aprils by Irene Hunt -- A book about the Civil War. It's powerful.
  • Rascal by Sterling North -- I think this one's about a raccoon
  • The Cricket in Times Square by George Selden -- This is fun animal fantasy. The title tells you what it's about.
  • Old Yeller by Fred Gipson -- The king of all dead dog stories. After you read this and Where the Red Fern Grows, read Gordon Korman's No More Dead Dogs
  • Banner In The Sky by James Ullman -- Story about climbing the Matterhorn
  • Charlotte's Web by E. B. White -- You've got to know what this one's about. If you haven't read it you really ought to.
  • The Hundred Dresses by Eleanor Estes -- It's sweet and sad at the end. It's short, and worth reading.
Other books I really like -- these are often different style than the Newberys, and some may work for you, some may not. If you don't like it, feel free to put it down and pick another book
  • Anne McCaffery - Dragonsong I really like this series of fantasy novels about dragons. I think that this would be the best one for you to start with, and if you like it, then move on to ome of the others. If you don't like it, then the genre just isn't for you.
  • Terry Pratchett - Maurice and his Amazing Educated Rodents -- Really any of his Discworld novels are funny, and you don't really have to read them in order (though some of the jokes will be funnier if you read certain ones before others). They're absurdist fantasy mixed with social commentary. If you like this, then read others (the Wikipedia article has a nice suggested reading order for some of the subplots that run through the books)
  • Douglas Adams - Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy -- This is top of the line absurdist Science Fiction that has me rolling on the floor laughing. You'll know by a couple of chapters in if it's your thing or not.
  • Richard Adams - Watership Down -- This has to be my #1 favorite novel. It's long, but rich, and works on so many levels. give me a call if you want me to elaborate. If I start writing here, I'll never stop. If you like it, there's a sequel of sorts called Tales from Watership Down which is more a collection of short stories.
  • Gordon Korman - This Can't be Happening at Mcdonald Hall -- Gordon Korman is one of my favorite authors. His books are just so darn silly. This one is the first in his series about a couple of boys at a boarding school. If you want something a little older but still as crazy, try A Semester in the Life of a Garbage Bag, or Losing Joe's Place.
  • Roald Dahl - Charlie and the Chocolate Factory -- Another very silly author, I haven't read anything by him I didn't like, though some of his stuff is more fun than others. If you like Charlie, read Charlie and the Great Glass Elevator. Or, you might try The Witches or The BFG
  • Lloyd Alexander - My Five Tigers, The Fortune-Tellers, Gypsy Rizka, The Arkadians, The Westmark trilogy. I haven't read anything by Lloyd Alexander that I didn't like. He's a great storyteller, and dabbles in lots of different genres.
  • Natalie Babbitt - Tuck Everlasting -- A great story about people who live forever, and a little girl who stumbles on their secret.
  • Robin McKinley - Beauty --A beautiful retelling of Beauty and the Beast . Very rich story and characters, one of my all time favorites. If you like it, try some of her other fairy tale retellings like Rose Daughter and Spindle's End
  • L Frank Baum - The Wizard of Oz -- If you haven't read a couple of the original Oz books, you really ought to. There's no need to read them ALL, but they're a lot of fun, and a quick read. There's a reason they're classics.
  • Richard and Florence Atwater - Mr. Popper's Penguins -- Admiral Bird sends a fan a bunch of penguins from his South Pole expedition. It's a fun little story about the silliness that ensues
  • Alexander McCall Smith - The No. 1 Ladies' Detective Agency -- This is a great series about a woman detective in Botswana. The characters and their lives are more important than the mysteries really. I especially like the mechanic who reminds me of my dad.
  • Paul Zindel - The Pigman -- This is more of a teenager book rather than for children. Two high school kids meet a very strange old man, and get to know him and stuff. I really was struck by it when I first read it.
  • Agatha Christie - Murder on the Orient Express or Ten Little Indians -- OK these are murder mysteries, so they're gonna have a bit darker feel than the others on the list, but they are the BEST of the genre, and well worth reading even if mystery isn't generally your thing.
  • Meg Cabot - The Princess Diaries -- It's fun fluff to read. Not life changing, but worth the time.
  • Peter S Beagle - The Last Unicorn -- this is a really nice fantasy story -- they made it into a cartoon movie.
  • TS Elliot - The Sword in the Stone -- Probably the greatest children's adaptation of the King Arthur myths. It's really funny, and yet it's based directly on Malory's definitive Le Morte D'Arthur. If you like it, find The Once and Future King which tells what happens after he becomes king, which is cool, but kind of sad.
  • Cornelia Funke - The Thief Lord -- This is an interesting book in that it is set in a European city that the author treats like we know it as well as we know New York. It has good characters and a different approach.
  • If you're looking for something like Jane Austen, I've heard that the books by Elizabeth Gaskell are very good reads. Cranford and Wives and Daughters have been made into PBS miniseries lately.
  • Also in the Jane Austen vein are the series of books beginning with Master and Commander by Patrick O'Brien. I like these in the Audio book format read by Patrick Tull, but they're worth the read in any format. Each book stands on its own pretty well, but the subtle jokes are funnier if you've read them in order. It has Jane Austen's Comedy of Manners style, with some adventure on the high seas thrown in. One that you might particularly like to start with is The Hundred Days.
  • If you like that series, then you might also want to try Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell which is set in the same time period, but in a fantasy version of England, and it's about some guys who try to bring magic back to the world.
Other books I suggested that you might want to check out and some more in the same vein:
  • Autobiography of Parley P Pratt
  • History of Joseph Smith by His Mother Lucy Mack Smith: The Unabridged Original Version
  • Orson Scott Card's Women of Genesis series (Sarah, Rebecca, Rachel and Leah) is a good read, and it gives the characters in the Old Testament believable motivations for some of the strange decisions they make. I don't think that all of his interpretations are correct, but I like being reminded that somehow, it made sense at the time to the people involved. It helps me to imagine scenarios where other Biblical people might also have good reasons for what they did.
  • Sham: How the Self-Help Movement Made America Helpless by Steve Salerno
  • The Man Who Mistook His Wife For A Hat: And Other Clinical Tales by Oliver Sacks - Science book for the popular audience by a neurologist
  • Mutants: On Genetic Variety and the Human Body by Armand Marie Leroi - this one is similar to the above, but on a different topic. It's morbidly fascinating, kind of like visiting a freak show.
  • All Creatures Great and Small by James Herriott - Memoirs of a Yorkshire Veterinarian. Nice book, funny touching stories, bite sized chunks.
  • Surely You're Joking, Mr. Feynman! (Adventures of a Curious Character) by Richard P. Feynman - This guy won the Nobel prize for Physics and worked on the Manhattan Project, but is an all around fun guy too.

I've got more suggestions when you're done with these. Enjoy! (and if you want to add some suggestion in the comments too, feel free)

Thursday, March 19, 2009

I Look Away by Karen Stay Ahlstrom

I Look Away

I look away across the mountains.
I look away across the sea,
To my dear home where friends and loved ones
I pray someday will look to me.

When I was young, I'd go a ramblin.
O'er forest streams and hills I'd roam.
But when the evening brought the twilight,
I'd hear my mother call me home.

I look away across the mountains.
I look away across the sea,
To my dear home where friends and loved ones
I pray someday will look to me.

Yet since those days, I've wandered further:
Through prairie fair, to ocean foam.
I cannot hear my mother's voice now,
But still I feel her call me home.

I look away across the mountains.
I think of those I've left behind
And still I know I've found the treasure
I left my dear old home to find.

I've come away across the mountains
I've come away across the sea,
To my new home where friends and loved ones
I know each day are here with me.
--Karen Stay Ahlstrom





I heard the tune to this song played on Prairie Home Companion while driving to Border's Books with my dad on June 21st 2002. It was the sort of song you can hum along with even as you're hearing it for the first time. The next note is always the Right Note: the only one it could have been. As it ended, I said, "Wow, that was beautiful!" and Garrison Keillor said, "Wasn't that the most beautiful song you've heard in your life?" and I said, "Yes." When I got home, I looked it up on his site, played the sound clip for the rest of the family, and bought the CD. Mom said, "Now you really need to write the words to it." As I cut grass at the Metroparks the next day, I hummed the tune, and gradually the chorus came together. I wanted it to be wistful: the song of an immigrant remembering his motherland, and knowing he can never return. The first verse soon followed, but there I got stuck. I made several attempts at the rest of the song, for instance the first and third lines of the current second verse existed in one form or another, but it was never Right. In May of 2003, I was driving to the mall, in beautiful California, when it popped up on the compilation CD I was listening to. Because I was singing along with the other songs, I began to sing the chorus and verse I knew for this one. When I had done that, I kept singing, and the rest of the song came out. It was a bit garbled, but the substance was there, and that was enough. I parked my car, and wrote down the finished song. Finally it was Right. The wistful longing was still there, but the immigrant is better off where he is. He has made for himself a new home and family, and he is happy. I deliberately left the last line ambiguous because as long as he looks to the past, his old family will be with him in spirit and memory as well. The second line of the third verse is in the form it is so that it can be my song as well as the immigrant's. It was going to be "'Cross prairie fair and ocean foam" but I have come TO the ocean and found happiness. The chorus is a bit inaccurate, but I left it as it is (besides, I do have loved ones across the sea even if I didn't come from there). I hope you will listen to the music for this, as it is the entire reason for its being.

I've picked this poem today for a few reasons. As I was thinking about Grandma Fawnie, and what poem would honor her, I remembered that she had a binder full of poems, stories and quotations that she liked. I know there was quite a bit of Robert Frost in there, but more than that, I'm not sure. I hope that when people go through her things, I can get a photocopy or scan of that folder. I think that one of the other things in that folder was a copy of the story "The Man Without a Country." She would say that her mother thought that it was a true story, and thought it was terribly sad. That reminded me of this poem/song I wrote, and how Grandma cried when I sang it to her over the phone.

I know it's been a long time since I posted on my blog. Grandma Helen died just before Christmas, then I got depressed, then I got sick, then I stopped wanting to eat, then I went to Ohio for a month. Now Grandma Fawnie has died, and if I don't write about it now, I may never start posting again.

I have different memories about Grandma Fawnie from different parts of my life. When I was little, she was somebody I saw every couple of years. That made the visits very special, and saying goodbye very hard -- since I never knew when I'd see her again. Grandma was very creative, and made all sorts of fun things for us to play with. I especially remember the Strawberry Shortcake house and furniture -- most of which is now sitting in my closet waiting for Elizabeth to get old enough to care. Later, she made Barbie furniture out of plastic soda pop bottles (I also still have that set, or at least the cushions). There were spray bottle squirt guns (before she bought the Super Soakers), and matching games made of stickers on cardstock, and a store where you put magazine photos of food into shelves made of folded paper. She let us make real plaster casts when playing doctor with the dolls, and showed me how to dry flowers in silica sand and arrange them artfully on silver spoons. When I think of her house in East Millcreek, I think of the smell of rice on a sheet on the concrete floor of her garage, on a hot summer day waiting for a thunderstorm to arrive.

Grandma was a home-ec major in college, and loved to make fancy (and not so fancy) desserts. I remember that we once made a rainbow jello (we had to let each layer set in the refrigerator before boiling water for the next color's layer), but she also liked making lemon frosting and eating it on saltine crackers. It was from her that I learned the virtues of a little toaster oven for small batches of muffins and toasting sandwiches.

When I was in high school, and we went to Utah nearly every summer for one acronymmed reason or other (EFY, brothers going to BYU or the MTC, etc), I started to see her flaws. She could be melodramatic at times, especially when it came to her sisters and her health. I liked to say that the three sisters had been driving each other crazy for more than 70 years, and by this time, they'd got there. It seemed to me that getting sick was Grandma's body's way of dealing with stress -- it's a dangerous thing to let your body get in the habit of -- and I sometimes wonder if there's a way I can avoid doing the same thing.

When I went out to BYU, I really started having serious trouble with depression. Grandma and Grandpa were there for me at this really difficult time. When I just couldn't deal with school and roommates anymore, I would get on a bus and head up to Grandma's for the weekend. I'd dig in the dirt with Grandpa (we planted and harvested some very tasty potatoes), and Grandma would take care of me. She knew I loved strawberries, and I remember one time when I was sitting in the basement watching TV, and she brought me a beautiful tray of strawberries in a pretty glass bowl with a miniature jug of cream and a bowl of sugar to sprinkle over them with a tiny spoon. She introduced me to all her favorite old movies like Jane Eyre with Orson Wells (and every other version ever made of the same movie) or Little Women or Pride and Prejudice. We went to new movies too. I especially remember Shakespeare in Love and Life is Beautiful -- she was a wonderful person to go to a movie and cry with. There was a time in this period when I had to frequently list reasons not to kill myself in order to keep on living. The number one reason was always because it would make Grandma Fawnie sad. Her love and care made it possible for me to get to a time when I wanted to live for myself, and not just for her.

Grandma loved to make crafts and was incredibly creative. She'd come up with fabulous ideas, go all out working on whatever it was for a while, then be done with it and move on to something else (Superfriends costumes, doll furniture, greeting cards, etc) I think that a lot of my own creativity came through her and Mom. She was very supportive of my creative efforts growing up -- she took me to all kinds of fun craft and fabric stores. She loaned me her sewing machine so that I could make costumes for SCA events and my Early Mormon Clothing class when I was in college, and simply gushed over my creations when I brought them back to show her. She also loved to hear my poetry and singing, and one of the hand colored copies of my Good King Wenceslas book was for her.

After I moved away from Utah, I tried to keep in touch -- when I got my cell phone, I could call more often -- but I really felt bad that I couldn't be there for her as she got sicker and sicker after her stroke. One of the reasons I spent so much time with Grandma and Grandpa Stay was because there was honestly nothing I could do for Grandma Fawnie. I am deeply grateful for the the example of loving service she gave me. She taught me so much that I really wanted to know my other Grandma as well as I knew her, and being with Grandma Helen was an amazing blessing for me as well.

Saying goodbye this time was hard. Just like when I was little, I knew that when I said goodbye, that it would be for an impossibly long time, and not only did I not know when I'd see her again, I was sure that this would be the last time. We stopped at the nursing home on the way to the airport. Grandpa was giving her lunch, and as we came down the hall, we could hear her coughing because she has a hard time swallowing liquids. It was a frigtning sight and sound, and Mom had me take Elizabeth outside till they got her calmed down and breathing again. When we went back in, she was absent -- as she has been more and more often recently. She was awake, but not really aware of who we were and what we were saying. When I realized that she might not know or understand what I was saying, I said my goodbyes, hoping that somewhere her spirit heard me say how much she had meant in my life. I held her hand, and gave her a hug and a kiss. Then I told her we had to leave and get to the airport, and she was back, and said, "Ohhh," sadly. I don't remember whether she actually said, "Love you," or if I just got it from her look, but She was there, and said goodbye to me and Elizabeth. It's hard for me to believe it was coincidental that she died less than twenty-four hours later.

When I went to Ohio in September and again this last month, we took Elizabeth over to the nursing home to see Grandma Fawnie several times. Whenever we were there, Grandma seemed more alert than usual -- like she really wanted to spend some last precious moments with us as she was retreating from the rest of the world. I know she loved me, and loved Elizabeth. I loved her, and wish it would have been possible for Elizabeth to get to know her as well. Someday she will, just as I'll be able to meet the Great Grandmothers I've heard so much about. Until then, I'll honor Grandma Fawnie's legacy by playing her games with Elizabeth, getting out the toys that she made and I've cherished, and making new ones with whatever comes to hand (even if it's soda pop bottles and strawberry baskets).

Monday, December 29, 2008

Animal Alphabet by Diddily Dee Dots

Animal Alphabet

A's For the Antelope always on view
Which Algernon saw,
When he went to the zoo.

B Was the bear that came up at a run
When Benjamin threw him
A very nice bun.

C's For the camel;
""Poor thing, what a lump!""
Was what Caroline said
When she looked at his hump.

D's For the deer with the soft
pretty eyes;
Doris found them so tame
She had quite a surprise.

E Was the elephant ;
sixpence a ride but
Eric soon found that
you can't sit astride!

F Was the fox very crafty and sly,
Watching Frank from his den
with a cunning old eye.

G's The giraffe which made
Geraldine smile;
She was sure with his neck,
She could see quite a mile.

H Was the hippo asleep in his pool,
Harry thought it an excellent
way to keep cool.

I Was the Ibex, a kind of wild goat.
Ida thought his horns nasty,
But liked his fine coat.

J Was the Jaguar like a big cat,
But Jane didn't think
She would like him to pat!

K Was the kangaroo off with a bound;
A fine way , thought Ken,
To get over the ground.

L's For the lions; they made
such a fierce noise
Laura wished she were safety
At home with the boys.

M's For the monkeys,
all patter and chatter,
But Miles couldn't tell
What on earth was the matter.

N's For the Nilgai which jumped
off a rock;
He took such a leap that
Nell had quite a shock.

O's For the ostrich,
A wise-looking bird,
But Olga remembered
the tales she had heard.

P's For the parrot
that had lots to say,
and tried to peck Paul,
As he passed by that way.

Q's For the Quagga
Which Quentin found tame;
He is quite like a Zebra,
with stripes and a mane.

R Is the Rhino,
A fierce-looking beast;
Rosie watched him with awe
In the midst of a feast.

S Is the snake which
Suzanne found asleep;
He was shiny and slimy
and made her flesh creep.

T's For the Tiger
that gave Tim a fright;
He was horribly scared
Lest they got out at night.

For U (That's the Unicorn)
Nobody looks;
As Una can tell you,
He's only in books.

V's For the Vulture,
A big bird of prey,
Veronica saw him
and soon ran away!

W's For the Wolf
Lying flat on the ground,
Though when Walter
came near he was
up with a bound.

X Just looks on
and has nothing to do,
There's no creature
That claims him
Through-out the whole Zoo.

Y Is the Yak;
He's worthy of note;
Yvonne was amazed
at his long shaggy coat.

Z's For the Zebra
That kept Zoe busy,
She counted his stripes
till she felt she was dizzy.
--Diddily Dee Dots (Maybe?)


This poem was either written or appropriated by somebody calling themselves Diddily Dee Dots. It's hard when I find a perfect poem online, and there's no attribution. I'm probably far over the edge of legal copyright use of poetry, but I tell myself it's mostly all right if it's already out there on the internet, and I give a proper attribution. Oh well...

Peter and I were at the mall the other day, and I saw something that really caught my eye. It was a zip up book with a little stuffed animal for each letter of the alphabet. I thought it was a great idea as a quiet activity, but the price was appalling -- $78! I also thought that the animals were kind of boring because they all looked pretty much the same.

I've been thinking about feverishly making one of these for Elizabeth's birthday, and have pretty much convinced myself that she won't care one way or another whether it's done for the actual birthday. I was also thinking that it would get pretty tiresome to make all those animals myself.

So here's my idea -- please tell me if you think it's doable for you in your present circumstances -- if each of Elizabeth's aunts and uncles (and grandparents and cousins and friends if they feel so inclined) makes a little animal out of felt, that would populate most of the book. If you made the animal 2 or 3 inches tall at the largest, it should only cost about 50 cents to a dollar in supplies (felt and embroidery floss are pretty cheap) , and it could be completed in one evening -- maybe as an FHE activity.

I don't want this to be a burden on anyone, so please feel free to decline the invitation. Also, like I said, it doesn't have to be done in time for her birthday -- that's pretty much impossible at this point -- but it would be nice to have it finished within a few months.

If you would like to participate, please coordinate with me about which letter you'll be making an animal for -- it would be sad if I ended up with 15 aardvarks.

The two pictures below are of the original book, and this link and this one are to give you an idea of the sort of felt animal I'm thinking of. Feel free to get as creative as you want, but if you feel intimidated, then simply cutting out two copies of an outline, stitching around the edge, and putting a little stuffing (or scrap felt) inside, is all I'm really asking for.

Thanks for even considering this. It would be so fun to have something for Elizabeth made by all the people who love her!


Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Oh, What Songs of the Heart by Joseph L. Townsend

Oh, What Songs of the Heart

Oh, what songs of the heart
We shall sing all the day,
When again we assemble at home,
When we meet ne'er to part
With the blest o'er the way,
There no more from our loved ones to roam!
When we meet ne'er to part,
Oh, what songs of the heart
We shall sing in our beautiful home.

Tho our rapture and bliss
There's no song can express,
We will shout, we will sing o'er and o'er,
As we greet with a kiss,
And with joy we caress
All our loved ones that passed on before;
As we greet with a kiss,
In our rapture and bliss,
All our love ones that passed on before.

Oh, the visions we'll see
In that home of the blest,
There's no word, there's no thought can impart,
But our rapture will be
All the soul can attest,
In the heavenly songs of the heart;
But our rapture will be
In the vision we'll see
Best expressed in the songs of the heart.

Oh, what songs we'll employ!
Oh, what welcome we'll hear!
When we kneel at our dear Savior's feet.
And the heart swells with joy
In embraces most dear
When our heavenly parents we meet!
Oh, what songs we'll employ
As the heart swells with joy,
When our heavenly parents we meet!
--Joseph L. Townsend



This seems to be a week of reexamining song lyrics. When I had heard or sung this song before, I always thought it was a nice song about the millennium--very much in the same vein as "Beautiful day of peace and rest...beautiful bright millennial day." Something along the lines of how great it'll be when Christ comes again and we won't have to deal with all the hassles of mortality anymore. When I got an email today asking me and my cousins to sing this song at Grandma's funeral, though, I read it with new eyes, and see that it's probably talking about a different ending to mortal woes. It really doesn't matter what the author intended, though. It's an excellent song to sing at a funeral, especially in these circumstances.

My Grandma, Helen Lela Valantine Stay, passed away today at 2:19 pm. She died peacefully, after a relatively quick decline, and had a few of her children there with her. I was there yesterday with Elizabeth to say my final goodbyes, though she was in a coma, and probably didn't know we were there. I last spoke with her on Wednesday of last week, when I went down for my weekly visit. I read her some Christmas cards, and sang some carols after doing the bills. Her visiting teacher stopped by with a strawberry milkshake and some cinnamon rolls (having dropped all pretense of trying to get Grandma to eat anything healthy, she brought some sort of fast food and strawberry milkshake at least once a week hoping that Grandma would eat anything at all).

We were very worried about Grandma last year when she was in and out of the hospital. She tried very hard to get well for Grandpa, and would often eat just to humor him after she lost her appetite. I think it surprised all of us when Grandpa's cancer suddenly returned and he died first. Grandma rallied at that point, and was the healthiest I'd seen her in months at the funeral and just after. I think that if she had been in the middle of family like that for the next few months, she may have found something to live for without Grandpa. There was no shortage of family that invited her to go live with them, or offered to come to California to take care of her, but one of Grandma's defining characteristics was the determination not to be a bother to anybody. I once joked that she would rather die than let somebody wait on her hand and foot -- and I soon realized that it was no joke -- she would rather die.

Grandpa's death was very hard on me, and came during a very chaotic month when it seemed like my life was about to fall apart. I really resisted the idea of Grandma dying so soon after, and would often leave her house and call my Mom for comfort and advice on the drive home. I finally realized, in October, that it wasn't my decision. Grandma was ready to go. This wasn't the way she wanted to live. She missed Grandpa, and spent most of her time being cared for by relative strangers. The most exciting thing that happened most days was watching an episode or two of Hogan's Heroes.

That's not to say that she didn't have some little pleasures. Sharon visited often, as did members of her ward. She liked to watch the sparrows and finches and doves and hummingbirds that came to her bird feeders. I planted some cheerful flowers in the back yard, and later, Sharon planted some more. She liked to listen to the books on tape that I brought from the library. And she loved to see Elizabeth.

She called Elizabeth her "little Kewpie doll" and was excited to see and hear about every new trick Elizabeth learned. Elizabeth, in turn, obligingly looked cute, and showed off her tricks by rolling over, sitting, pulling up on Grandma's shiny red walker, crawling under the foot of her recliner, and standing and walking along the edge of the couch till she could reach out and grab Grandma's foot and chew on her slipper. Most recently, she decided that Grandma's Life Alert necklace was the most wonderful thing in the world, and that she really wanted to grab it and push the button. She always brought a smile to Grandma's face, and always smiled for her. She loved to wave to Grandma as I held her up to see when Grandma was in bed.

Driving all the way to Grandma's and back every week was hard on Elizabeth. She didn't like sitting in the car, and she often couldn't eat or sleep well until we got home, but every time I thought about telling Grandma that yes, it had finally gotten too hard, I would think about how much those visits meant to all of us, and I'd reconsider.

I have been so blessed by having Helen for a Grandmother. She took me in when I was sad and lonely and at loose ends in 2002, and she took care of me until I could get out on my own again. She was a wonderful example of quiet strength and determination, and I found that she had an unexpected adventurous side too. Most of all, she was an example of Christian service -- and I have benefited my whole life from having a Dad who was taught at her knee. I also got from her, and from my dad following in her footsteps, a love of books and storytelling, and the ability to entertain small children in almost any situation.

I have also been blessed by the opportunity to be of service to her. I was telling her about Elder Holland's Conference talk on angels, and she said that I had been an angel taking care of her this last year or so. It is a great gift to be given the opportunity to give back something meaningful to someone who has given you so much. It taught me about the pure love of Christ and unconditional love. It let me be an example of charity to my daughter in her earliest days. It was an experience I'll never forget.

Once I came to terms with the fact that she was dying, even the process itself took on a kind of sad beauty. Grandma didn't seem sick or in pain, she just got weaker and weaker, quieter and quieter, until she was gone. I'm grateful that he kept her wits about her until the end. It would have been much harder to watch her mind go long before her body. She let go of everything material -- money didn't matter, food didn't matter, neither did any of her things -- all that mattered were the memories, and her house and her heart were full of those. I had wondered what on earth I could get her for Christmas since there wasn't a thing in the world that she wanted. I finally settled on a little toy seagull that flaps his wings in the wind to hang outside the living room window. He was absolutely worthless, but I think he would have brightened her day a little. I knew that the real gift was giving her as much time as I could justify, and doing things she couldn't do for herself anymore like sending out the Christmas cards, putting up the decorations, and singing some carols.

I know this is an odd post. It would have been nice to write a eulogy for her, but it has ended up being about me and my feelings about watching her die. I guess I needed to write this because I'm having a hard time knowing what to feel. Am I sad? Yes. I'll miss my Grandma, and I already miss my Grandpa. Am I happy? Yes. I know for a fact that this is what Grandma wanted. She gets to spend Christmas and her birthday with Grandpa (and the rest of eternity, too)! I know that she was at peace, and would want the rest of us to be as well. That's why she picked that song for her funeral. It's a happy song because she has gone ahead to the great family reunion in the sky, and she's rejoicing there tonight, and beckoning to the rest of us to follow in her footsteps so that we can join her there when our journeys are done too.

Sunday, December 21, 2008

Holy Innocents by Christina Rossetti

Holy Innocents

THEY scarcely waked before they slept,
They scarcely wept before they laughed;
They drank indeed death's bitter draught,
But all its bitterest dregs were kept
And drained by Mothers while they wept.

From Heaven the speechless Infants speak:
Weep not (they say), our Mothers dear,
For swords nor sorrows come not here.
Now we are strong who were so weak,
And all is ours we could not seek.

We bloom among the blooming flowers,
We sing among the singing birds;
Wisdom we have who wanted words:
here morning knows not evening hours,
All's rainbow here without the showers.

And softer than our Mother's breast,
And closer than our Mother's arm,
Is here the Love that keeps us warm
And broods above our happy next.
Dear Mothers, come: for Heaven is best.
--Christina Rossetti


I was thinking of posting the Coventry Carol today, but while looking for the words online, I stumbled on a site full of Christmas Poems by Christina Rossetti (She also wrote "In the Bleak Midwinter" for those of you who don't quite recognize the name). Having a baby of your own changes the way you think about things, and for the first time this year, I realized that the Coventry Carol is not about protecting Jesus, but singing one last Bye Bye Lullay to all the other children that "Harod the King in his raging" ordered his soldiers to kill. I can't imagine how horrible that would have been, and I'm glad that I live in a world where nothing like that will happen to my sweet Elizabeth. Of course there are always tragedies -- this poem also reminds me of the one I posted after the Chinese earthquake earlier this year.

Now that you've been duly depressed for Christmas, let's lighten things up by posting our Christmas letter and family photo. I'm pretty impressed with myself for not only figuring out how to use the timer so that I could take the family picture, but also for getting a good shot of a Christmas ornament with pretty starbursts on the lights, and also for figuring out how to make GimpShop work well enough to merge the two images and put words on it with shadows and everything.


Merry Christmas Everyone!!
Let’s see what happened in our family this year...

In January, (Peter says: We expanded via an acquisition!) in other words, Elizabeth Anne Ahlstrom was born! She arrived on January 14th and weighed 8 lbs 10 oz. She had pretty red hair prompting her Grandma Becky, who was there for the blessed event to say, “A little Girl? And a redhead? You hit the Jackpot!” (And Karen is a Compulsive Capitalizer.) And I must say that we certainly agree with her. Elizabeth is about the sweetest baby you could wish for, and beautiful and clever to boot. (Peter asks: Does she have boots? Karen answers: She does, but they’re too big for her.)

In February, Peter gave Elizabeth a name and blessing (Peter notes that there were no surprises in the name or blessing). Grandpa Jim, Grandma Kathey, and Aunt Kirsten came to visit that weekend, as did Grandpa Randy and Uncle Mike with his three boys. (Peter says: Which was very nice.)

In March, we all got influenza. (Peter says: Which was not very nice.) We had to take Elizabeth to the Emergency room and let them do all sorts of horrible tests on her (Peter says: And they couldn’t find her blood) which would have been bad enough if we were well, but since I could barely stand and already felt like death warmed over, the whole experience was pretty traumatic.
Also in March, we welcomed another member to the family when we went to Steve and Rachel’s wedding. It was a lot of fun to get together with the whole family and talk and eat and take lots of photos. (Peter says: And it snowed and we got to see Barb and Kyle.)

In April, Elizabeth got a lot more “interactive” as Peter puts it. Looking back through old blog posts, I was reminded of the time when Elizabeth tried to grab the remote control, but only succeeded in knocking it down. Peter thought this was funny and said, “Baby, you have 0 DEX!” I thought that was funny, and said, “But her CHR is pretty high!” Yes, we are nerds. (Peter thinks that baby’s DEX might be up to 5 by now).

In May, Elizabeth became much more aware of her surroundings, which meant that I could no longer make her nurse and sleep wherever we happened to be at the time. I had my first Mother’s day, and sadly missed the Primary children singing because I was trying to get Elizabeth to nurse in the Mother’s lounge. I also had my birthday that month, and threw myself a little party.

By June, Elizabeth was sitting unsupported, and Peter had his first Father’s day (Peter says: I don’t remember anything about that day). June was a hard month with two funerals and two family reunions, only one of which was planned. On top of all that business, Peter’s company laid off 40% of their staff including him (Peter says: I need a new job).

In July, Elizabeth started pulling herself up on things, and trying to learn to crawl. We started talking evening walks as a family (Peter says: Walks are nice and I recommend them to everybody). On these walks, Elizabeth keeps her eyes peeled for one of the many stray cats that live in our neighborhood. She gets terribly excited when she sees one, while they either pretend to be indifferent or run away as fast as they can. (Peter says: I have discovered that it’s best to approach them from an oblique angle so that you’re not headed straight for them with the stroller, but sort of ease your way close enough to them for Elizabeth to reach out and grab at.) (Peter also says: At the end of July I started working at a temporary job and I’m still working there.)

In August, we watched the Olympics and were suitably impressed when Elizabeth took up the sport of crawling. She also managed to cut two teeth with a lot of angst. (Peter says: I went to Worldcon and saw my friends from Utah and was on some big panels.)

In September, Elizabeth and I took a trip to Ohio and Elizabeth met Great Grandma Fawnie for the first time. She had tons of new experiences, and enjoyed herself thoroughly, except when she was sad because it’s hard to eat and sleep in new places when you’re as curious as she is. (Peter says: And I was lonely.)

In October, I made several costumes including cute Pumpkin hats for Elizabeth and some of her cousins and friends. I also made elf and fairy costumes so that our family could coordinate at the Ward Halloween party. (Peter says: And we carved pumpkins—even the one that didn’t want to be carved.) I finally got the landscaping of our house sort of finished, with a brick path, beds of gravel, flowers, and a vegetable garden.

In November, Elizabeth got really interested in books. She will sit and ask for Mama to read her one after another after another (Peter says: after another after another). She also took her first few unsupported steps (Peter says: Wasn’t that in December? No? Wow...time flies). I spent a lot of time and energy making tutus to sell at a craft fair. I kind of went overboard and though I’ve sold enough to make back most of my investment in supplies, I still have LOTS of pretty tutus that need to be sold. At the end of November, Elizabeth got a stomach virus and threw up for days. When I took her to the doctor to see if she was dehydrated, they said, “Your baby is fine, but you, my dear, are not.” They called one of my friends to take the baby, and forced me to lie down while they pumped four liters of fluid into me. (Peter says: That sounds like a lot!)

Now it’s December. We’ve got the Christmas tree up, and lights strung outside. Elizabeth is fascinated by all the decorations—especially the jingle bell wreath on the front door and the Fisher Price Nativity set. (Peter says: Elizabeth and I are sick again with colds.)

Well that’s the major news from this year. In the days when there aren’t big events, Karen keeps busy playing with Elizabeth, doing the housework, visiting Grandma Stay, and socializing with the other mothers from the Enrichment park group. Peter keeps busy by going to work, listening to audiobooks on his commute, posting enigmatic—almost spoilerific comments on the Timewaster’s Guide forums, freelance editing, and not paying attention to TV commercials. Elizabeth keeps busy by being cute, working hard at learning how her toys and everything else in world works, sharing germs with her friend at church and the park, and generally being the apple of her parents’ eyes.

Karen says: Well, should we say anything else? Peter says: We Love Everybody! Elizabeth says: Bwaa baa baa!

Love Karen, Peter, and Elizabeth Ahlstrom

Friday, December 19, 2008

The Huron Carol by Jean de Brébeuf

The Huron Carol

’Twas in the moon of wintertime,
When all the birds had fled,
That mighty Gitchi Manitou
Sent angel choirs instead;
Before their light the stars grew dim,
And wondering hunters heard the hymn:
Jesus your King is born, Jesus is born,
In excelsis gloria.

Within a lodge of broken bark
The tender babe was found,
A ragged robe of rabbit skin
Enwrapped His beauty round;
But as the hunter braves drew nigh,
The angel song rang loud and high:
Jesus your King is born, Jesus is born,
In excelsis gloria.

The earliest moon of wintertime
Is not so round and fair
As was the ring of glory on
The helpless Infant there.
The chiefs from far before Him knelt
With gifts of fox and beaver pelt.
Jesus your King is born, Jesus is born,
In excelsis gloria.

O children of the forest free,
O sons of Manitou,
The holy Child of earth and Heav’n
Is born today for you.
Come kneel before the radiant Boy,
Who brings you beauty, peace and joy.
Jesus your King is born, Jesus is born,
In excelsis gloria.
--Jean de Brébeuf translated by Jesse Edgar Middleton


I knew that this Christmas carol was the earliest "American" carol, having been written in what is now Canada in the 1600's. What I didn't know before looking it up was that the English words above were written in the 1920's and have little to do with the original text besides describing the Christmas story. The modern English version puts the setting in something like Hiawatha's Indian village with braves and birch bark, whereas the original was the author's sincere attempt to explain the Biblical account of Christ's birth and its spiritual significance. If you want to see a more faithful, if less poetic translation, click here.

Stacking Cups and Sorting Cube


As you saw in the last post with videos, Elizabeth has been working hard at learning how to Put Things Into Other Things. She's especially interested in the stacking cups and the sorting shapes cube and will spend vast stretches of time working on fitting her toys together. One day, I was getting kind of bored with watching her do that, so I showed her how the cups can stack up and make a tower. This was incredibly exciting to Elizabeth, who started making happy exclaiming noises as if to say, "Wow! That's so cool! How come I've never seen anything that amazing before?!" She was quickly frustrated, however, by the fact that every time she tried to pick up the tower, it simply fell over. While she was angrily trying to pick up the pieces and make them all go back together, only in her lap this time, she picked up the littlest yellow cup.

If you look at the pictures, you will see that the littlest cup doesn't really belong with this set. It's hexagonal rather than round, and a slightly different color, and though you can stuff it into the green cup, it sort of goes halfway and sticks there. Up 'till now, Elizabeth has been treating the green and yellow cups as a unit to be stuffed into other cups. When I was building the tower though, I pulled the yellow one out, and put it on top of the green. When Elizabeth knocked the tower down, she was able to pick up the yellow cup and really look at it.

I could see on her face that she could tell that something was different about this cup. I could almost hear the song, "One Of These Things Is Not Like The Others," playing in the background. She looked at it, twisted it, tasted it, then crawled over to the sorting shapes cube, and shoved it in one of the holes! Yes, that's right. She figured that it looked a lot more like the sorting shapes than the stacking cups (which it does, it's even about the right size), she decided it ought to be with the other sorting shapes, she found the cube, and managed to get it into one of the holes on her first try (which she can't always do with the sorting shapes themselves because they have a tighter fit). I think this is an amazing leap of logic for a baby who's not yet a year old, and I'm terribly proud of her.


Christmas Ornaments


Elizabeth thinks, and rightly so, that the Christmas tree is awe inspiringly pretty and sparkly and wonderful. She has learned the sign for Light (her third after Hi and Book), and uses it for both lights, and other pretty things that she wants to have -- both of which refer to the Christmas Tree. She also makes the sign at the Jingle Bell wreath on the front door that she loves to jingle each time we go in or out, the dining room chandelier, and the little doll in the Strawberry Shortcake music box.

Still, no matter how much she wants the tree and the things on it, she is very careful when she reaches out to touch it. For instance, many times, she'll just tap the ornament with her fingers and watch it swing. When she does grab, if the hook or string catches, and it's not easy to get off, she'll try a different one rather than just pulling harder.

Her favorite ornament, the one she goes for first, and most often, is the Golden Snitch, which is actually a pencil sharpener, but which always looked like it belonged on a Christmas tree to me. She also likes the various jingle bell ornaments, and the candy-tin ornaments that she can pull apart and fit back together again (both of which are visible in the bhoto below).


Yesterday, while playing with the biggest jingle bell, she tried to put it back on the tree. She seemed disappointed when it slid through the branches and fell on the floor, and pleased when I picked it up and hung it correctly. We played that game a few more times, then she picked up another ornament that was on the floor, this time a gold snowflake. She managed to get this one to stay on the tree by laying it flat on a couple of branches, but again seemed disappointed. It took me a moment to see that she didn't like the way it sat still on the branch instead of hanging up by the string so it could sway and twirl. She was very happy when I hung it, and the other ornaments she handed me, the right way. Not only is my baby clever, she has an eye for aesthetics.

Nesquik

Her cleverness at making connections doesn't always pay off in ways that make me cheerfully applaud her and give her what she wants. We were at the grocery store, and she got very agitated when we went down the aisle with the Nesquik in it. She REALLY wanted to reach out and touch the big canisters of Nesquik, and when I let her do it, she REALLY wanted me to open one up. I was confused, and wasn't about to start opening containers for her in the grocery store, so I put it back on the shelf and started to move away. Something in the sound of her distressed cries finally rang a bell in my memory, and I realized that it was the same noise she makes when the bath water is going down the drain, and all her bath toys are being put away...in a big Nesquik canister with holes drilled in the bottom! The poor thing, cold, tired, hungry, and sick of being dragged here, there, and everywhere by Mama, thought that she was going to get her bath toys, and maybe even a warm bath. Instead, Mama put it back on the shelf and went to look at soup. :(

Shoes



This picture from October shows the cute little bluebird shoes I made for Elizabeth. Because it was so cold today (Yes, I know, you'd all love to get a nice warm day in the high 50's and low 60's but everything is relative), I thought Elizabeth ought to have a sweater and shoes for our weekly visit to the park. I put on the pink sweater Mom knitted (the one with flower buttons and embellishments), and the bluebird shoes. Elizabeth has worn those shoes before without any problem, but today, she just freaked out. She didn't want them on her feet. When I got them on and tried to stand her up, she wouldn't let her feet touch the ground, she was just one unhappy girl. I was pretty sure she'd get over it if I distracted her, so I tried showing her the big teddy bear that always makes her smile. She would have none of it, and shoved the bear away.

Then she started pulling on the sweater, trying to get it off. I'd seen her do this move a few times before when she was hot, so I obliged by taking off the sweater. She looked at me as if to say, "OK. You do understand the concept of take-it-off so now, get rid of these shoes!" and she started yanking on the shoes again. She worked so hard at communicating that I didn't have the heart to make her leave them on, so I took them off. Once that was taken care of, she let me put the sweater back on (it was never a problem in the first place) and even let me choose a different pair of shoes, which she wore without complaint for several hours. This may have been the first battle over what she's willing to wear, but with a little girl as strong willed as this one, it certainly won't be the last.

Well that's all for today. Next time, I'll post our Christmas letter and photo since the ones I sent through the mail should have started arriving by now.