Facebook alerted me to the fact that six years ago, I posted this: “Am thinking that someday my mornings won't be structured around the demands of children, dogs, horses, and guinea pigs. That instead I will be free to make coffee and turn directly to a book. And that a part of future me will… Continue reading It Gets Better
I've dedicated a new site to my great-grandfather's diary: arrowheadsupthehill.net. Would love to see you all there! Here's the About: Thanks for stopping by. Half of one of my bookshelves is taken up by journals written three-quarters of a century ago by my great-grandfather, Jesse Brewer. He writes about daily life in a small Massachusetts… Continue reading Diary Project Moved!
(Must admit, that last written line gave me pause...) (Also, every page has a quote at the bottom, printed as part of the book. Did he read these and find inspiration/solace/intent? Who knows?) ToDay is the Birthday of ___________ Fair and clear wind SoW by W. Went up on the hill and did some chores… Continue reading January 3 Sunday, 1943
(Note from my mom: "Actually, they would be the diaries of your great-grandfather. It gets very confusing with the names. Jesse Brewer's father was David Brewer, Jesse named his first son David. David Brewer named his first son Jesse. Phew! David Brewer came to America to set up a game preserve for Eben Jordan in… Continue reading January 2 Saturday, 1943
(A journal entry from this day in 1943 by my great-uncle, Jesse Brewer.) [Italics indicate deciphering issues. All structure, grammar, and verbiage is as close as I can tell.] (edited to add my mom's notes: "Bud would be Aunt Jessie's husband..Pic was the nickname of my mom, your grandmother..Eric would have been 1 yr old,… Continue reading January 1 Friday, 1943
Boxing Day. I love Boxing Day. Being done with Christmas is a huge relief and I feel like I can finally enjoy the holiday. Which doesn't quite jive with my determination to restart the healthy eating thing, but that's life for you. I'm sitting in a very chilly ski lodge. But when I say ski… Continue reading Know Thyself
The last time I felt warm was in August. I was sitting on the porch, in the shade, the cats in asymmetrical puddles at my feet, and we were all simply oppressed by the heat. We were dying of it. We were melting. And we didn't even appreciate it. Since then, I've been cold. My… Continue reading I have been cold forever and there is no end in sight.
I have a love/hate relationship with snow days. Yes, it's nice to get a break from the morning rush, the forgotten karate bag, the school drop-off line. It's nice to have the time to do the breakfast dishes before dinner dishes are created. It's nice to have a third cup of coffee at my kitchen… Continue reading Wintry Mix
New Year's Resolutions. Because everyone else is doing it. Stop doing what everyone else is doing. It doesn't make you a better person, just less recognizable. Do not worry so much when cats disappear. They usually aren't dead, just on vacation. Quit thinking Facebook posts are true representations of other people's lives, including your own.… Continue reading New Year’s Day
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When I was about 12 years old, I decided to read A Midsummer Night’s Dream. My mom was impressed. We went to the library and picked it up, along with Hamlet, just because, and I carried them home with a reverence usually reserved for books by Madeleine L’Engle and Noel Streatfield, my usual favorites that year.
But…what were these words? This wasn’t even English, was it? I didn’t understand any of it. Within a page or two of Midsummer, I was done, discouraged, disappointed. I didn’t even attempt Hamlet. Shakespeare, I decided, wasn’t for me.
It wasn’t until about five years later, when a high school English teacher got up in front of the class and performed the “To be or not to be” soliloquy with passion and total commitment that I was willing to give it another shot. And with daily read alouds, a steady…
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