Sunday, September 30, 2018

September Book Report: Nella Last’s War


The British Mass Observation Archive was set up in 1937 as a project to encourage everyday English men and women to write down their thoughts and observations.   Nella Last, a 49 year old housewife with two grown sons in their 20s, joined the project in 1939, as World War II began.   The Mass Observation archive collected diaries from 500 ordinary English observers and by all accounts Nella Last’s were among the most compelling.


Nella Last lived with her husband in Barrow-in-Furness, an English ship-building town that was bombed repeatedly by the Germans during the war.   Over the course of the war, Nella worked as a volunteer in the local service member canteen, helped at the local hospital, and eventually she helped to manage a second-hand shop whose proceeds benefitted Red Cross packages for POWs.  In terms of war service, Nella’s talents seem to lie in her ability to keep up her spirits and the spirits of those around her.  She was a good manager of people and a good cook, using her talents to cleverly make-do with the food rations available and she was crafty, seeming to always be knitting sweaters and socks and making stuffed toys for children that sold well in the second-hand shop.

As she records her observations, it’s clear that Nella Last found that she very much enjoyed writing.  She participated in Mass Observation longer than most, writing from  1939 to 1965.  Her journals of the war years were eventually published in 1981.  During the war, Nella had all the concerns of a mother her age: anxiety about her sons, fear of the blitz, and the sadness of watching her friends and her community cope with the losses of the war.  She was also working outside her home for the first time in her life, as a volunteer, but increasingly aware of the power of her labor.  

The personal purpose Nella felt in her work seemed to re-inform her whole sense of the world and her place in it.  These reflections were powerful to me from an historical point of view.  I know that participation in war work in the 1940s fueled the feminist movement of the 1960s and in Nella’s writing was a practical example of how that work outside the home changed women.  In particular, Nella’s ability to use her cooking skills and clever ways in the face of scant resources is much-appreciated in the soldiers’ canteen.  Nella has cooked for her husband for all her married life and reflects that he rarely offered any appreciation of her ability and talents.  During the war, she finds that she likes to be appreciated.  She lets her husband know this.  

Nella’s thoughts on motherhood and her sons’ making their way in the world were also informative to me.  More than seventy years later than Nella, I too am living life without my child at home.  As I read of Nella’s worries about her sons as they fought in WWII, I experienced my first weeks with a child away at college.  Like Nella, I want my son to make his way in the world.  Like Nella, I am proud of how he has grown up.  Unlike Nella, who worried about her boys in a war, I had the comfort of a much-loved child being away but in the relative safety of college.  The perspective was a powerful reminder of my blessings and of the centuries of mothers before me who have had to endure the horror of sending their sons to war.

There was so much in this book to both enjoy and reflect upon.  Nella Last participated in the Mass Observation Project because she was an ordinary woman.  But in both her thoughtful writings about the world of war and her observations about the role of women and mothers within it, she is extraordinary and a reminder that there is so much to be found in the stories and history of  regular folks.

Thursday, September 27, 2018

Throwback Year 6


2006 was a hard year for me and JT was the comfort that kept me going.  His commitment to being a pirate remained strong; he spent a good deal of time practicing a mean pirate look.


Only mean pirates can hope to hold on to their pirate booty.


JT at age 6 also spent quality time acquiring weapons and ropes; on a camping trip with his friend D the boys asked us to tie them to the tree.  The mamas obliged because of course we did.  This photo remains one of my very favorites because they were so very pleased with themselves.  Tying your kid to a tree doesn't always qualify as quality parenting, but on this day it did.


In early October of 2006, JT got two kittens, the now-infamous Tiger and Lucy.  He was so proud of them and in that very hard year they made our house a home again.


Sometimes, JT would sit still for long enough for both of the kittens to briefly sit on his lap.  Looking at this picture 12 years later, I can still feel the happiness it reflected.


That's happy!  

Wednesday, September 26, 2018

Pumpkin Season


Slowly but surely I am coming to believe that Fall is on its way.  It’s hard to say goodbye to the ease of flip flop weather, but pumpkins help.


They help a lot.


Soon, there will be red leaves on the maple trees, gold leaves on Old Man tree, and cool breezes that require cozy cardigans.  Those things are all very nice.  But for me it’s all about the pumpkins.



Monday, September 24, 2018

An American Hero: Harriet Tubman


Last year, T and I travelled to the eastern shore of Maryland and visited the Harriet Tubman historical site, a brand-new National Park site that celebrates the life and works of Tubman, especially her work in the Maryland shore, where she was a conductor on the Underground Railroad.  We were inspired because wow, how could you not be, and this past summer we came north, to central upstate New York, where Tubman lived for 50 years after her escape from slavery.

This part of New York is known as the burning region because of the volume of reform movements that were at work here in the early 1800s.  From stops on the Underground Railroad to support for abolition and women’s rights, these small towns along the Erie Canal were filled with people who felt inspired to make America a better place.  In Auburn, New York, Harriet Tubman had a home where she lived with her parents and brothers (all of whom she helped to escape slavery).  



She would later buy more property and use the buildings to run a home for elderly African Americans in need of care.


For years, these properties were maintained by a local AME Zion Church of whom Tubman was a member in her lifetime.  In July of 2018, the National Park Service took over the property, with full-time park rangers (including an archeologist and a historian)  who will work on the property to  uncover the past and tell Tubman’s story, including the years she worked and lived in Auburn as a free woman.  


Tubman’s grave is in this town, in a beautiful cemetery that also hosts the final resting place of abolitionist William Seward, who was instrumental in helping Tubman to live in Auburn.  In downtown Auburn, close to the cemetery, the National Park Service has just begun construction of a historical center that will be named after Tubman and commemorate the free blacks and abolitionists who were active in this area.

These days, I find myself often in despair about my government and, quite honestly, many of my fellow citizens.  Our history is not much of a consolation in these times of frustration.  But when we visited this place, and the ranger told the story of Harriet Tubman, we weren’t alone.  Tours of the property happen twice a  day and on the day we visited, there were more than two dozen eager listeners who spent an hour on a hot day, tromping about the 20 acres that constituted Harriet’s home in freedom.  The historian spoke of slavery in honest and unvarnished terms and people listened.  We learned about Tubman’s work on the Underground Railroad, her work as a Civil War spy and nurse, her efforts to secure the right to vote for women, her work running a home for the aged, and her seemingly never-ending supply kindness.  Harriet Tubman is truly impressive.  Her story is amazing and it deserves to be told.  

The National Park Service is new to this site, and clearly working carefully to mark the life of this splendid woman.  There is a new National Park display in one of the buildings on the site with lots of information about Tubman, well-curated and thoughtful.  There are plans to do so much more.  It’s a painful history, one so very much in need of being remembered.  The knowledge that our nation is doing that work and people support the effort was a powerful reminder that we can be good people.   The park ranger told us that when Tubman died, her casket was draped in an American flag at her request.  She went to her final resting place claiming citizenship in this nation as her birthright.  That fact especially struck me, in this time when I am not very proud of being American.  After all she had seen and endured, Tubman embraced being an American.  I found that heartening.  For the first time in a while, I felt proud to be an American, part of a nation that includes the remarkable Harriet Tubman.




Saturday, September 22, 2018

Quote of the Month: September


The backstory:  The door that leads to the basement steps in my house has an old-fashioned chalkboard installed on it.  Earlier this year, I decided it would be nice to use that chalkboard.  For a while, I had a countdown to the start of Spring.  Then I found some quotes to write on the board and that habit seems to have stuck.  The quotes have varied; some are inspirational and some are just cheerful.  


This month, I used a Frederick Douglass quote from a postcard that T gave me.  The postcard is on my bulletin board at school and I thought a second version at home was a good September reminder.  It’s appropriate not just for the start of the school but also as a reminder of my obligations in the current political climate.  When I see it each day, it reminds me how I want our world to be and what I can do to make that happen.



Friday, September 21, 2018

Zinnias



This weekend is the official start of Autumn and though there seems to be enough warm weather on tap to keep me in zinnia bouquet for a few more weeks, it’s a nice time to celebrate the flowers I have enjoyed this year.


I love zinnias and have been growing them for year.  Every Monday, I pick myself a fresh bouquet for the week.


Zinnias are simple and rather old-fashioned, part of their appeal to me.


They like sunlight and they tolerate heat.  I’m careful to water and fertilize them and for their part, they bloom and bloom and bloom.


Zinnias on the table feels like a cheerful treat and I look forward to the zinnia season all year.  There are dozens of varieties from which to choose and I enjoy collecting seed packets in preparation for each Spring's planting.


That’s happy!



Thursday, September 20, 2018

Throwback Year 5



I have a collection of black and white pictures of JT that hang in the living room.  I see them every day and they never fail to make me smile.  He was five when these pictures were made, a silly and busy little boy who was rather charming.


Those cheeks have gone the way of time, but the smile remains.  


That’s happy!


Wednesday, September 19, 2018

Supremely Well Played


When Brett Kavanaugh was nominated to the Supreme Court, I figured that Democrats would fight the good fight and lose anyway.  We’d have yet another Supreme Court justice well to the right of the center (and actual American public opinion), especially on the issue of the right to privacy and abortion.

Now that federal court nominations are filibuster-proof, a Democratic party short of 51 seats in the Senate is doomed to lose.  I had little hope that Republican pro-choice senators like Lisa Murkowski and Susan Collins would save us.  Of course they would ask Kavanaugh how he felt about Roe v. Wade and of course he would say it is “settled law.”  Murkowski and Collins would act as if this was re-assuring while the rest of us would know that the answer was anything but since the Supreme Court’s primary power is to alter whatever “settled” law they wish to change.  Roe would quickly be unravelled and then we’d be fighting like hell to hold on to marriage equality.  Reasonable gun control didn’t have a prayer.

I wouldn’t say that I was sanguine about this prospect.  It would be yet another in the chain of horrifying developments that is the Trump Administration.  I would not give up hope and I’d continue to fight like mad to ensure that in subsequent elections there would be enough motivated voters to back our nation off the political ledge that is Donald Trump and his merry band of right-wing bigotry.  

In an office discussion, my boss and I made one of our one dollar bets.  He took confirmation for a dollar and I was sporting, taking the side of a “no” vote for Kavanaugh.  I figured the money was gone but I like to indulge in bitter, ironic laughter.  Clearly, I hadn’t accounted for Senator Chuck Schumer’s willingness to play political hard ball.  At every step of the confirmation process, the Democratic minority leader and his fellow senators have played the long-game on the Kavanaugh nomination.  Senators Cory Booker and Kamala Harris were heroic in their willingness to insist upon full release of Kavanaugh’s records as well as persistence on the very hard questions.  They played it so well that although I still expected confirmation I felt the Democrats had set us up for a longer term win, suggesting enough doubts about Kavanaugh that we could use the issue to encourage better Democratic turnout in 2018 and well beyond.

I also came to believe that the combination of Republican urgency to confirm and complete unwillingness to release documents related to Kavanaugh was an odd and troubling decision.  Of course, I find many GOP positions to be odd and troubling so this was no surprise.  Then we got the bombshell accusation about Kavanaugh’s behavior as a teenager and an accuser willing to step forward.

The GOP has its hands tied now: refusal to listen to Christine Blasey Ford will haunt them now and later; they know it and have devised a strategy whereby she is expected to testify before the Senate Judiciary committee on Monday next.  Blasey Ford and Senate Democrats want an FBI investigation, which adds time to the clock, a position that is both politically savvy on their part and likely the best approach no matter your politics.  Republicans, with an eye on the coming November 2018 midterm, want a nomination sealed and delivered before election day.  They know there is a coming accounting for their inexcusable placement of party over nation and they see Kavanaugh as one final reward before their caskets start being politically sealed for a generation.

And so we have a stand-off, not just between Senate Democrats and Republicans, but between a nation of women, most of whom know that Blasey Ford is telling the truth because we know the kind of courage it takes for a woman to come forward and tell her story.  I don’t believe that all men engage in the behavior that Kavanaugh demonstrated; I know plenty of men who are decent people drunk or sober.  I am willing to believe that Kavanaugh only did it once.  But I don’t excuse irresponsible teenage behavior that comes without regret and a willingness to change its ways.  My problem isn’t just the assault, it’s Kavanaugh’s unwillingness to be forthright about what happened.  

We are in a strange place as a nation, with a dishonest and dishonorable man in the White House, the leader of a party whose moral conscience is largely made up of cowardly jelly.  The Republican party can see its reckoning on the horizon.  When I bet against Kavanuagh’s confirmation, I never expected to win but it feels close and even if I lose my dollar and Kavanaugh is sworn into the Court, I have a powerful feeling that we are closing in on a reckoning that will change this nation forever.  I can already smell the hope and change coming our way.  


Monday, September 17, 2018

An Ode to Simple Pleasures


I am a regular reader of the Cup of Jo website and enjoy the sense of community that can be found in the comments section (that alone is rather a shocking notion, I think……but this is a site run by women with an audience of like-minded-women)  Last week, there was a post about the simple pleasures of life and readers were encouraged to list their own simple pleasures.

In the midst of the current political mess, my anxiety about the way forward, and assorted everyday worries, I do my best to keep positive.  These comments have been a lovely touch of found joy.  I’ve enjoyed it so much, that it seems silly not to share.  So here it is for you. 

Regular readers know that each month I change the “I love” list in the About Me section of this blog.  That list is an ever-changing collection of things that make me happy; my recent simple pleasures.  I started it many years ago as a reminder to find happiness where I can and it still functions that way for me.  I like a mindset that reminds me to find delight in my daily life.  That’s happy!

Thursday, September 13, 2018

Throwback: Year 4


In some respects, it is like JT was born knowing he would be an only child.  His imagination was often his favorite companion and around the age of four he became the king of costumes, the better to aid his imagination.  That year, Santa brought him a pirate costume and he loved it at once.  Over the years, he had several more pirate costumes but this one started it all.  He was a proud pirate.  


Around the time that he received this costume we were driving to school when he announced, "as long as I have my brain, I'll never be bored, Mama."




“Yes, indeed,” I agreed.  He knew himself well at the age of 4.  In some of these pictures, he looks so very serious.  When they were first made, I imagined that I was seeing a glimpse into his grown-up face.  He was certainly determined to be a very serious pirate.


One with a sense of style, of course.  This first costume led to nearly a dozen other costumes and a boy who planned his Halloween celebration with the aid of his sewing grandmother and the precision of Eisenhower in advance of D-Day.  The costumes are long gone, though the boy with the imagination for a companion lives on, still comfortable for hours on his own.  

Tuesday, September 11, 2018

September Front Porch



The porch got a wash for the start of the school year.  The sunflower flag is waving.


So far, September has been warm and so the indoor plants are still outside.  The shefflura keep me company when I sit in the rocker, which I try to do in the afternoon.  


The fuchsia hanging baskets are looking a little weary but there is a bloom or two left and so they will stay up for the month.


The table has a blue gingham cloth, plants, summer flowers, my wooden village and some lovely fairy lights to make me smile.  Though school has begun and I’ll be out here less than I would like, the porch is my happy place and it remains as welcoming as ever for September.



Monday, September 10, 2018

Fall is in the Air


After some blistering and steamy heat last week, the weekend brought cooler weather.  Today is overcast and rainy; despite the green leaves and lawn, there is a hint of Fall in the air.


Soon, there will be leaves to bag and I’ll need to grab a sweater before I go outside.  I always enjoy the seasons and Fall is no exception.  Though I’m always sad to give up flip flops, cooler days and nights will be welcome.  I’m looking forward to Fall recipes (pumpkins! apples! butternut squash!), cardigan sweaters, sleeping with the windows open, and cozying up under a warm blanket.  





Sunday, September 09, 2018

Race Day: Smith College Invitational


On Friday afternoon, T and I made the trip north to watch JT run in the second race of the season, held at Smith College.  After a blistering hot week, the weather had cooled and the morning of the race was overcast with temps in the 60s.  The team was excited.



The start was its usual stampede.


The course was hilly and the team ran with a purpose, looking to send a message to some of the teams in their conference who were also present in the race.



JT ran well, shaving time off of his last performance and coming in 29:22.  It was a hilly course and he was especially pleased with how he ran.




His team did well; the women placed third and the men placed first.  T and I had fun and took him out for lunch after the race.  He talked a mile a minute about his classes and the team.  We drove back home pleased that he’s settled in so nicely.  

That’s happy!

Friday, September 07, 2018

Bulletin Board 2018-2019 School Year


I have a bulletin board in my office that is one part inspiration board and one part memory board.  Each August, I take the items off the board and then put up a new display.  All year long, I collect items for my bulletin board.  It’s a reflection of recent adventures, things I am or love and believe, and there are items that are there simply because I like the way that they look or the ideas they invoke.   There are always historical figures, flowers, and political buttons.  Last week, I put the new board together.  This week, I made some tweaks and now it’s complete.


I enjoy seeing it every day.  That’s happy!

Thursday, September 06, 2018

Throwback: Year 3


JT and I both started school this week, me for my 17th year at RPS and him for his 1st year at Springfield College.  Below is a picture of JT’s first year at RPS, in the fall of 2003.  I remember the day like it was yesterday.  He was nervous and clutching his Ninja Turtles lunchbox, which had a ham sandwich, chips (that boy loved him some chips), fruit snacks, a granola bar, and a bottle of water.  He held tightly to my hand as we walked to class but when we entered the room, he was excited and stepped boldly forward throwing an “I love you Mama” over his shoulder as he let go of my hand.  At the end of the day, he climbed into his car seat and reported that the best part of school was playing outside.  Then he fell asleep.


The Ninja Turtle lunchbox is long gone and playing outside has been replaced by miles and miles of running outside.  He doesn’t hold my hand anymore but he still says “I Love you Mama” when he says goodbye.  To the world, he’s a young man but he’ll always be my little boy.

Tuesday, September 04, 2018

First Days and Fresh Starts


Every year at the closing ceremony for the Middle School, I watch 8th graders and their parents smile as they celebrate the coming excitement of high school.  For the most part, this celebration is dry-eyed.  Middle schoolers are in the midst of a confusing transition and the few parents wrap up their child’s time in middle school with the wish to have those years back.  But I know how fast high school will pass and I cherish the tweens and teens in my care, even when the journey is difficult.

Today is the first day of class at my school.  JT also starts classes at Springfield College, where he’s been for the last two weeks enjoying Cross Country pre-season training.  For him, it’s the first day of his next academic journey.  I’ve had many first days of school but I still enjoy the tradition of a fresh start.  This year it comes with the reminder that time passes quickly.  I plan a year to make the most of it.  

That’s happy! 

Sunday, September 02, 2018

Race Day: Jim Sheehan Invitational


JT’s first race wearing a Springfield College jersey was on Saturday.  I drove up to Fitchburg, Massachusetts to cheer him on.  The race location was a wooded conservation area with rolling hills and plenty of shade.  Race day was cool, the sort of conditions JT loves best.


College cross country races are an 8k.  JT trained all summer and he was ready for the challenge.


He grabbed a stick and got after it.


He finished 38th in a field of 100 with a time of 30:06.  The team placed 5th out of 9 teams in the contest.  It’s a solid first outing.


Perhaps most important, he gave me a hug afterward and announced it was the most fun he’d ever had in a race.  So we’ve found his brand of joy in his college and I am most pleased about that.  Classes start on Tuesday, meaning he’ll now be a student as well as an athlete.  It’s been a happy to start to his first year of college and I am so very grateful for these blessings.