tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29912434975679628522024-03-18T06:36:42.295-04:00Bonnie's BooksUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger3917125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2991243497567962852.post-5184527197522059372024-03-17T00:01:00.173-04:002024-03-17T14:47:08.721-04:00Books worth sharing<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5TZgDLwzpIzCCS-tQ6tyQ_CZnIuDYn2xumgC2a-5pZMZLW-hzY_C2fMp62kHHXuV8Pl-YbWk_7D11NwzfI96Vx8TGtjL8-fbMMEvYqMB9gjFhFxBYNaaXtiz3A4pY1CHa3BsauvITM5Dm2DgPkrBu3Dz4njeVl0ykwjwWxSF7_vTyCpBhlac9FLHbMIQ/s314/st-patricks-day.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="160" data-original-width="314" height="160" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5TZgDLwzpIzCCS-tQ6tyQ_CZnIuDYn2xumgC2a-5pZMZLW-hzY_C2fMp62kHHXuV8Pl-YbWk_7D11NwzfI96Vx8TGtjL8-fbMMEvYqMB9gjFhFxBYNaaXtiz3A4pY1CHa3BsauvITM5Dm2DgPkrBu3Dz4njeVl0ykwjwWxSF7_vTyCpBhlac9FLHbMIQ/s1600/st-patricks-day.jpg" width="314" /></a></div></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinVjHHHN646k5A3PinQOmi1WJixRappN7-dlES5OK8nVpMx1kpcx84Z7Cvv0Nwru6GqUtpQcX2huiKBBGpLiTUwR81zZrksFXIOvYgssjz_UVU8xlBs5KRKjdORqbMCTkH-a6_uBC05pXnSDyIunPLAQWTnsluhnAD5aHn0oDnCV1MBcAY4ymWK5B7jig/s320/st-patricks-day.png" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="311" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinVjHHHN646k5A3PinQOmi1WJixRappN7-dlES5OK8nVpMx1kpcx84Z7Cvv0Nwru6GqUtpQcX2huiKBBGpLiTUwR81zZrksFXIOvYgssjz_UVU8xlBs5KRKjdORqbMCTkH-a6_uBC05pXnSDyIunPLAQWTnsluhnAD5aHn0oDnCV1MBcAY4ymWK5B7jig/w194-h200/st-patricks-day.png" width="194" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Today is St. Patrick's Day. It is a holiday to commemorate Patrick's death. He's the patron saint of Ireland, and this day was chosen because he died on March 17th around the year 492.</div><div><br /></div><div>I wish a happy St. Patrick's Day to all of us who are Irish and those who want to be Irish, even if only for this one single day each year.</div><div><br /></div><div>I'll be wearing <b><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;">GREEN</span></b> today. Would you like to join me? I wish you the luck of the Irish:</div><div><br /></div><div><div>May good luck be with you wherever you go, / and your blessings outnumber the shamrocks that grow. / May your days be many and your troubles be few. / May all of God's blessings descend upon you. / May peace be within you. / May your heart be strong. / May you find what you're seeking wherever you roam.</div></div><div><br /></div><div>Did you just now read that in a sing-songy way as I did? Oh, yeah, I thought you did.</div><div><br /></div><div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyjJA3p9SymvdJzxglwZtDlTxMLt8RSVnPi1YC-5EkB3IecieeS5XrKC61zlPyc8e8sG-NwYE3Csx2LHZ3-zHWO9NGvNQ50Bzuc0yop16SBC3tCbJSM5RDuWcWhNmZcgC9YP3-Eeb9kpgqJVlTwf0fl14GGumeg6Rl5PfT0ik9WQevn1ekg686Z_Ot3fk/s466/night-country.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="466" data-original-width="311" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyjJA3p9SymvdJzxglwZtDlTxMLt8RSVnPi1YC-5EkB3IecieeS5XrKC61zlPyc8e8sG-NwYE3Csx2LHZ3-zHWO9NGvNQ50Bzuc0yop16SBC3tCbJSM5RDuWcWhNmZcgC9YP3-Eeb9kpgqJVlTwf0fl14GGumeg6Rl5PfT0ik9WQevn1ekg686Z_Ot3fk/w268-h400/night-country.jpg" width="268" /></a></div><b>The Night Country</b> ~ by Loren Eisley, 1947, social science (Nebraska), 241 pages</div><blockquote>Toward the end of his life, Loren Eiseley reflected on the mystery of life, throwing light on those dark places traversed by himself and centuries of humankind. <b>The Night Country</b> is a gift of wisdom and beauty from the famed anthropologist. It describes his needy childhood in Nebraska, reveals his increasing sensitivity to the odd and ordinary in nature, and focuses on a career that turns him inward as he reaches outward for answers in old bones (from the back cover).</blockquote><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTM58ym5lX3qAwguNN-rPa58xQ4zQ-8EW7QN7KptT68ju4N5f_kGl47vPHdP_Whv0wcp6wKJwVWh0mhLKkTF1W29AjMGhXIb45q9gy0dHZY6f13xSscSAs40cfT8NdmwiCQgQIudBmrhH66tr9PqjlVjEPiEpxJfZS2TtJKGHiS-H8j3R5Fw2urV7NNug/s466/covenant-of-water.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="466" data-original-width="298" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTM58ym5lX3qAwguNN-rPa58xQ4zQ-8EW7QN7KptT68ju4N5f_kGl47vPHdP_Whv0wcp6wKJwVWh0mhLKkTF1W29AjMGhXIb45q9gy0dHZY6f13xSscSAs40cfT8NdmwiCQgQIudBmrhH66tr9PqjlVjEPiEpxJfZS2TtJKGHiS-H8j3R5Fw2urV7NNug/w256-h400/covenant-of-water.jpg" width="256" /></a></div><b>The Covenant of Water</b> ~ by Abraham Verghese, 2023, literary fiction (India), 736 pages</div><blockquote><div><b>The Covenant of Water</b> is the long-awaited new novel by Abraham Verghese, the author of the major word-of-mouth bestseller <b>Cutting for Stone</b>, which has sold over 1.5 million copies in the United States alone and remained on the New York Times bestseller list for over two years.</div><div><br /></div><div>Spanning the years 1900 to 1977, the story is set in Kerala, on South India’s Malabar Coast, and follows three generations of a family that suffers a peculiar affliction: in every generation, at least one person dies by drowning — and in Kerala, water is everywhere. At the turn of the century, a twelve-year-old girl from Kerala’s long-existing Christian community, grieving the death of her father, is sent by boat to her wedding, where she will meet her forty-year-old husband for the first time. From this unforgettable new beginning, the young girl — and future matriarch, known as Big Ammachi — will witness unthinkable changes over the span of her extraordinary life, full of joy and triumph as well as hardship and loss, her faith and love the only constants.</div><div><br /></div><div>A shimmering evocation of a bygone India and of the passage of time itself, <b>The Covenant of Water</b> is a hymn to progress in medicine and to human understanding, and a humbling testament to the difficulties undergone by past generations for the sake of those alive today.</div></blockquote><div><b>My neighbor is reading those two books</b></div><div><br /></div><div>Betty, who lives across the hall from me, emailed me about one of them: "Would love to hand it over to you when I’m finished." After I read the books, she and I plan to discuss them.</div></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIpZemChV8Z1Pf_mI4k9GFzhhZEKeohWViajeGzuNThVJNGj17KON2EhlmJD_BWQs5UbsVLKGyUbjg89n7yNiRbBlQf-NqND8_Kzn96y9yG6H-ZLvJUeoO1vF-RJY1oZoJwScUpFWw4pr3DRx_22e4u1NxB9_03ovTGaWYnUke4ivApZ4knC5518cE5gc/s1000/something-worth-leaving-behind.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="994" data-original-width="1000" height="318" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIpZemChV8Z1Pf_mI4k9GFzhhZEKeohWViajeGzuNThVJNGj17KON2EhlmJD_BWQs5UbsVLKGyUbjg89n7yNiRbBlQf-NqND8_Kzn96y9yG6H-ZLvJUeoO1vF-RJY1oZoJwScUpFWw4pr3DRx_22e4u1NxB9_03ovTGaWYnUke4ivApZ4knC5518cE5gc/s320/something-worth-leaving-behind.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Something Worth Leaving Behind</b> ~ by Brett Beavers and Tom Douglas, introduction by Lee Ann Womack, 2002, inspiration, 66 pages, 10/10</span><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">If I will love then I will find</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">I have touched another life and that's something</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Something worth leaving behind</span></div></div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="background-color: white; clear: both; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0S3SvmJvftCrVdmg4CNqPobqsp8loiTR9Y0lD9oYXZ_zxZLZuK9Db5hzgS3Db4hTRiFR8chPpXNe7IjK2iM8DGK0ZvtiMWUZ4U0yVHtOohqL7W0iXx2MQDJg_xvsXQSt3S9bq7xGafly0dsgYrK6NYWfnKuJvJs1s_lfUHITpWr6s7ON3VaBGPfA2CQQ/s400/sunday-salon-buzzfeed.jpg" style="color: #1cffa6; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="209" data-original-width="400" height="104" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0S3SvmJvftCrVdmg4CNqPobqsp8loiTR9Y0lD9oYXZ_zxZLZuK9Db5hzgS3Db4hTRiFR8chPpXNe7IjK2iM8DGK0ZvtiMWUZ4U0yVHtOohqL7W0iXx2MQDJg_xvsXQSt3S9bq7xGafly0dsgYrK6NYWfnKuJvJs1s_lfUHITpWr6s7ON3VaBGPfA2CQQ/w200-h104/sunday-salon-buzzfeed.jpg" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 1px solid rgb(233, 233, 233); box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1) 1px 1px 5px; padding: 5px; position: relative;" width="200" /></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="background-color: white; clear: both; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Deb at <a href="https://readerbuzz.blogspot.com/" style="color: #1a8e57; text-decoration-line: none;"><b>Readerbuzz</b></a> hosts the Sunday Salon</span></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2991243497567962852.post-69039724951547286042024-03-15T08:00:00.000-04:002024-03-15T08:00:00.251-04:00Beginning lines of an Irish historical novel trilogy<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAGiBxO7F1ERhgChdBOdp0UfR3s8-sPCoF_o6jIGFKvCLsRJASQ1KvvLTmDltkP1cONJRqSdDDNRQb86ap2xCoDXfoUAilNlZUG-5r1mwfnybLrbZbBwk2QP7MUKS7-9oPoGgwGHOY_464jeiIl8QhhU-uqYhaJV7nZPCgwLJ-INkNdeQ0cS9WY57P638/s383/seek-the-fair-land.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="383" data-original-width="250" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAGiBxO7F1ERhgChdBOdp0UfR3s8-sPCoF_o6jIGFKvCLsRJASQ1KvvLTmDltkP1cONJRqSdDDNRQb86ap2xCoDXfoUAilNlZUG-5r1mwfnybLrbZbBwk2QP7MUKS7-9oPoGgwGHOY_464jeiIl8QhhU-uqYhaJV7nZPCgwLJ-INkNdeQ0cS9WY57P638/s320/seek-the-fair-land.jpg" width="209" /><br /></a></div><div><b>Beginning</b></div><div><blockquote>The moon shone fitfully through the clouds. It was piercingly cold. The waters of the Boyne carried slabs of ice towards the sea. The heights outside the walls, beyond the Mill Mount, were covered with a white hooar frost, so that they seemed to be part of the fortifications. </blockquote><blockquote>The men moved cautiously through the orchard, putting each canvas-covered foot carefully on the frozen ground, their weapons gripped tightly in their hands . . .</blockquote></div><div><b>Seek the Fair Land</b> ~ by Walter Macken, 1959, historical fiction (Ireland), 338 pages</div><blockquote><div><div>It is 1649. As the English soldiers trample the Irish homesteads, leaving behind them a trail of barbarity and destruction, a few brave men set out to seek a 'fair land' over the brow of the hill. Among them is Dominick MacMahon, whose wife has been killed in the bloody massacre of Drogheda, and whose son and daughter, and a wounded priest, Father Sebastian, accompany him. But as he journeys in search of peace and freedom he is relentlessly pursued by Coote, the Cromwellian ruler of Connaught.</div></div></blockquote><div><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPGtCemCm5E7zpxC-XrEHScXiwGwuC35msMrzfsYV-REMlXOT2D7AORqHIt03YiqID_6GqZEMmqsvLgRPJeHZLbmsptwjy4eKfJSF9EK_xsqg3QEMZpMlKvIBK7FVq4hoXbNbbXRogURRP4wop9Q2_LG_kPi5Y7R0rAPWLZM1GPHqP0qToF0I2kghS_4o/s350/silent-people.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="350" data-original-width="229" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPGtCemCm5E7zpxC-XrEHScXiwGwuC35msMrzfsYV-REMlXOT2D7AORqHIt03YiqID_6GqZEMmqsvLgRPJeHZLbmsptwjy4eKfJSF9EK_xsqg3QEMZpMlKvIBK7FVq4hoXbNbbXRogURRP4wop9Q2_LG_kPi5Y7R0rAPWLZM1GPHqP0qToF0I2kghS_4o/s320/silent-people.jpeg" width="209" /></a></div>The Silent People</b> ~ by Walter Macken, 1962, historical fiction (Ireland), 370 pages</div><blockquote><div><div>In Ireland in 1826 millions knew only famine, oppression and degradation. The landlords ground down the tenant famers; tithe wars and injustice were rife. But Dualta Duane battles against tyranny, struggling to survive the evils of hunger, poverty and disease. Courageous and fortified by an enduring love, Duane's unconquerable spirit personifies the love of freedom that raged in the soul of Ireland.</div></div></blockquote><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUxxBmWCrWPi3D44aNIgREpH4yLI72aK_Qn-Q9dENmIR6mqeWOWjaedUKFVGHIOHN_VeKOBpYrenv08wVs0syMngz8rR-9YsFZzIlPcXD-pTM2RLIAem09dVkwaDjPalkJojeqP7SSTtDgDMOj9hjCqRMiGXRsT9vJUWH-T0SVWiFpmIQaoTae8lgRHVU/s350/scorching-wind.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="350" data-original-width="240" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUxxBmWCrWPi3D44aNIgREpH4yLI72aK_Qn-Q9dENmIR6mqeWOWjaedUKFVGHIOHN_VeKOBpYrenv08wVs0syMngz8rR-9YsFZzIlPcXD-pTM2RLIAem09dVkwaDjPalkJojeqP7SSTtDgDMOj9hjCqRMiGXRsT9vJUWH-T0SVWiFpmIQaoTae8lgRHVU/s320/scorching-wind.jpg" width="219" /></a></div><b>The Scorching Wind</b> ~ by Walter Macken, 2014, historical fiction (Ireland), 322 pages</div><blockquote><div>This is a vivid and memorable novel set in Dublin, 1916, during the Easter Rebellion and the bitter years which followed. Through the diverging lives of two young brothers the agony of Ireland during these harrowing times is witnessed. It is the time of the Sinn Fein, of the dreaded Tans, of terrible deeds, and of loyalties strained to breaking-point and beyond.</div></blockquote><div>I thought I had gotten these titles from Colleen's blog <b><a href="Loose Leaf Notes">Loose Leaf Notes</a></b>, but now I can't find it. The books look interesting, so I plan to read them anyway.</div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKsDBLzwjyR32TBqHSrMmR7C0omGCTgzy19h6JiJNiB-bmtex_h9OFX9I5TXBV2dtIFL2H1zKu3HzeX79eLwPZnwBb6p9oB_BL3Suc0hUZXGdao173hqz41TiH1nRpSQ_yp-XAK1qPVMgp53o1E5w5wgS-JH_QDn5yLdMJRZ5hdJZBC1-OH1ethPuYuWo/s240/book-beginnings.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="120" data-original-width="240" height="120" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKsDBLzwjyR32TBqHSrMmR7C0omGCTgzy19h6JiJNiB-bmtex_h9OFX9I5TXBV2dtIFL2H1zKu3HzeX79eLwPZnwBb6p9oB_BL3Suc0hUZXGdao173hqz41TiH1nRpSQ_yp-XAK1qPVMgp53o1E5w5wgS-JH_QDn5yLdMJRZ5hdJZBC1-OH1ethPuYuWo/s1600/book-beginnings.png" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Gilion at <b><a href="https://www.rosecityreader.com/">Rose City Reader</a></b> hosts</div><div style="text-align: center;">Book Beginnings on Fridays.</div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2991243497567962852.post-64600071054397437822024-03-14T12:30:00.002-04:002024-03-14T16:10:14.534-04:00Pi is a Greek letter, pronounced "pie" <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeCum2Ld9jzoms82XJTlyDWbg1S0xPND_Eg2gnnqJib_28VH4SWoQqPqGXU8Hhm6lOQZb_wrXQaKaH8XmddT0vaqbeesgrsJagj8cwEctbyobvDC5G9ijBcZykdOzxN7ZyeePJuKoogbnjwh-ExPhVtmPM2y1XdwT12i1g3S5oRAeT1Uf7icmNWjVGFtA/s604/pi-day-irrational-crust.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="472" data-original-width="604" height="313" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeCum2Ld9jzoms82XJTlyDWbg1S0xPND_Eg2gnnqJib_28VH4SWoQqPqGXU8Hhm6lOQZb_wrXQaKaH8XmddT0vaqbeesgrsJagj8cwEctbyobvDC5G9ijBcZykdOzxN7ZyeePJuKoogbnjwh-ExPhVtmPM2y1XdwT12i1g3S5oRAeT1Uf7icmNWjVGFtA/w400-h313/pi-day-irrational-crust.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The Greek letter </span><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">π</span></b><span style="font-size: medium;"> is a symbol used by mathematicians to denote the ratio of the circumference of a circle to its diameter. Rounded to eight decimal places, the number is 3.14159265. Here's a photo of the symbol baked into a pie crust:</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyO3br1iHl4pas05OGjMM_EUiqnAL5RVy00ah0GC-guD5WHRAw0cpIc-JyC4m_aGpvgm9_0IA2fAdeStWYbu39ZzoR6C2T5SQLRAaU0a8LSjh0Tg45bRdnfmdKt8oZw5WsPJqj55anOvItHSH5KeOHyS3BFV46BZBm8KvQMVFUaVBLCGCnCftavxCniHE/s1000/pi-day-pie.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="834" data-original-width="1000" height="334" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyO3br1iHl4pas05OGjMM_EUiqnAL5RVy00ah0GC-guD5WHRAw0cpIc-JyC4m_aGpvgm9_0IA2fAdeStWYbu39ZzoR6C2T5SQLRAaU0a8LSjh0Tg45bRdnfmdKt8oZw5WsPJqj55anOvItHSH5KeOHyS3BFV46BZBm8KvQMVFUaVBLCGCnCftavxCniHE/w400-h334/pi-day-pie.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Let's play with numbers as well as words today. So thinking of 3.14, take a look at the calendar. March is the 3rd month of the year, and today is the 14th day of March, making this 3-14 or 3/14. Use a period instead of a dash or a slash, and we get 3.14 making today Pi Day. Wow!</span><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhudSgusFmj4eWtWFpgdISV0I-xefuSFUqZAWey7lXpAbUfHrJrC1Iuv858UDIvAUb6z6Z9L_OdyPdTd_gZDvxk78twRDXClJcys-86iFtHvqrx7k-di71JlkSfKj1MFOagD2L84AxOpdakGVsQdz-DyKNPPNEZC0nMOt-Unh4si2-giWeryF__kL6HfXk/s224/pizza-pie.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="224" data-original-width="224" height="224" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhudSgusFmj4eWtWFpgdISV0I-xefuSFUqZAWey7lXpAbUfHrJrC1Iuv858UDIvAUb6z6Z9L_OdyPdTd_gZDvxk78twRDXClJcys-86iFtHvqrx7k-di71JlkSfKj1MFOagD2L84AxOpdakGVsQdz-DyKNPPNEZC0nMOt-Unh4si2-giWeryF__kL6HfXk/s1600/pizza-pie.jpg" width="224" /></a></div>What do you think of when I say, "Pie"? Well, you may think of desert, while I'm thinking about lunch. So take your pick.</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Or even better, we could have <b>BOTH</b> pizza pie and an apple pie for desert on this Pi Day and call it a meal. Yeah, sounds good to me!</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Hmm, I haven't added any books today. Does it matter? No, not really.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKVCE-6ekHAAME5R7NiosFsI5Avq_msuI2quOZv0AprzNa2I-4UCLUa1Rh9S6XGzpTL_rjKhJB1ST_biGfJ9KkIBZ0Tq3tFg3D7svcx3W9ibPqk5gpcvY1r9CFiOiT916KjOVOKzBGyXmUfHP6OZPjCrFsPyVYWz9heqdgaOgAR_QZ_-hoDpVtE6eYXq4/s800/idiom-eat-humble-pie.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKVCE-6ekHAAME5R7NiosFsI5Avq_msuI2quOZv0AprzNa2I-4UCLUa1Rh9S6XGzpTL_rjKhJB1ST_biGfJ9KkIBZ0Tq3tFg3D7svcx3W9ibPqk5gpcvY1r9CFiOiT916KjOVOKzBGyXmUfHP6OZPjCrFsPyVYWz9heqdgaOgAR_QZ_-hoDpVtE6eYXq4/s320/idiom-eat-humble-pie.gif" width="320" /></a></div>I'll "eat humble pie," if necessary. You know that phrase means I will humbly apologize, if you aren't happy that I failed to include books in this blog post, right?<br /></span><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtYEPJBaH6Ba815ANw7TK01ANFvWg52nFeAhp7wrPpiPAOvgEhtrTFLtWeSpgBVpsic01K-yJjO1_7N5ZC363DuFZKfe61rmYB0ijgIefa9kBMriS-M4JRjZotw4fqPpIvckHjLsVEyEQpfQ7TGMoO8CJYNFQ0LGzQG5aYLtC3OB18yaorPHnv1BWZbOk/s1500/thursday-thoughts-idea.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="532" data-original-width="1500" height="113" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtYEPJBaH6Ba815ANw7TK01ANFvWg52nFeAhp7wrPpiPAOvgEhtrTFLtWeSpgBVpsic01K-yJjO1_7N5ZC363DuFZKfe61rmYB0ijgIefa9kBMriS-M4JRjZotw4fqPpIvckHjLsVEyEQpfQ7TGMoO8CJYNFQ0LGzQG5aYLtC3OB18yaorPHnv1BWZbOk/s320/thursday-thoughts-idea.jpg" width="320" /></a></div></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2991243497567962852.post-59618281841558015522024-03-13T00:01:00.180-04:002024-03-13T16:37:50.979-04:00Do you play with words?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjse7qwhhfv-qCAvvc1z4FgMWERAEKXRVZRZ47Z1xzoEv3QxJaORupkfany0t19RqqHoPLCwmglaR0eW-wmNK4C62El1F3puBxL6eRDgfYUa-gA3b3pWa29OZViC8sldjnW_lJZ3Zp63vcV4_spipfKatqbrkaO5PXCvERP6m8mwGJBZCtA-O0PC3l2KE8/s1280/wordplay-definition.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="1280" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjse7qwhhfv-qCAvvc1z4FgMWERAEKXRVZRZ47Z1xzoEv3QxJaORupkfany0t19RqqHoPLCwmglaR0eW-wmNK4C62El1F3puBxL6eRDgfYUa-gA3b3pWa29OZViC8sldjnW_lJZ3Zp63vcV4_spipfKatqbrkaO5PXCvERP6m8mwGJBZCtA-O0PC3l2KE8/w400-h225/wordplay-definition.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">What is the meaning of <b>wordplay</b>?</span><div><div><blockquote><span style="font-family: inherit;">wordplay / (ˈwɜːdˌpleɪ / noun = verbal wit based on the ambiguities of words and their meanings, punning, puns, clever repartee, a humorous play on words, double entendre. Example: "I love playing with words!"</span></blockquote></div></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: times;">Thanks, </span><b style="font-family: times;"><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iBnBlWL8mu0">DictionGuru</a></b><span style="font-family: times;">! Click </span><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iBnBlWL8mu0" style="font-family: times;"><b style="background-color: #fcff01;">HERE</b></a><span style="font-family: times;"> to HEAR their explanation.</span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRVabMLRD3qQHxF9nhPEWwKOY6EUxCdlbRsM4KACCLoMRHXt7QJOxminOpEae2DYsEEA64Fj5Uxbup496UmYkNSQQfrVDd9hwr8rvxXsH5L_QTo6-HlmqOK0ZRUQ4qPN127v8VhVCDml4DUwWmmFMrz_Qc32V-_Cyn7QbNCJSSsnjS_40ghT3iUtZAN7g/s1830/playing-with-words.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1830" height="131" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRVabMLRD3qQHxF9nhPEWwKOY6EUxCdlbRsM4KACCLoMRHXt7QJOxminOpEae2DYsEEA64Fj5Uxbup496UmYkNSQQfrVDd9hwr8rvxXsH5L_QTo6-HlmqOK0ZRUQ4qPN127v8VhVCDml4DUwWmmFMrz_Qc32V-_Cyn7QbNCJSSsnjS_40ghT3iUtZAN7g/w200-h131/playing-with-words.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>I have played with words </span></span>my whole life.<span style="font-family: inherit;"> I've told the story before about spending most one summer with my aunt's family. She had married a man named Witt, so on a phone call home to my folks, little 10-year-old me</span> — <span style="font-family: inherit;">knowing exactly what the words meant</span> — <span style="font-family: inherit;">announced: "I'm now a half-Witt." And I laughed like crazy. Wasn't I "witty"?</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: times;"><b>Word of the Day</b></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><div><blockquote>wit·ty <span>/ˈwidē / </span><span>adjective = </span><span>showing or characterized by quick and inventive verbal humor. Example: "That was </span><span>a witty remark." </span><span>Similar: </span><span>humorous, </span><span>amusing, </span><span>droll, </span><span>funny, </span><span>comic, </span><span>comical</span><span>, </span><span>sparkling, </span><span>scintillating, </span><span>lively, </span><span>entertaining, </span><span>clever, </span><span>jocular</span></blockquote><span></span></div></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2991243497567962852.post-28273976165685413852024-03-12T00:01:00.084-04:002024-03-12T00:01:00.137-04:00A time that is gone forever<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBwcgTMDw_fqeGzNprjRtqaVv5t_VPhB__o3_tCW7_Jq9ZqjHpnnlc0Uo6Zqr5q1C-XlLLAJcmyKv30Z41sbBMMhZA2TvpBnimSKUi76jM9-1DxHHZInG_9s8nplCYBjfR-pXY16brhyphenhyphenL6dYBD5d90BihbTMmi14w4ojYcQlL8TQS2hwJdIxO5qzbRnAs/s466/house-made-of-dawn.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="466" data-original-width="310" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBwcgTMDw_fqeGzNprjRtqaVv5t_VPhB__o3_tCW7_Jq9ZqjHpnnlc0Uo6Zqr5q1C-XlLLAJcmyKv30Z41sbBMMhZA2TvpBnimSKUi76jM9-1DxHHZInG_9s8nplCYBjfR-pXY16brhyphenhyphenL6dYBD5d90BihbTMmi14w4ojYcQlL8TQS2hwJdIxO5qzbRnAs/s320/house-made-of-dawn.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><div><b style="font-weight: bold;">House Made of Dawn</b> ~ by N. Scott Momaday, 1986, 2018, historical fiction, 224 pages</div></div><div><br /></div><div><div>This is the 50th anniversary edition of the Pulitzer Prize-winning novel from renowned Kiowa writer and poet N. Scott Momaday. There's also a new preface by the author.</div><div><br /></div><div>The time period covered by the novel is between July 1945 and February 1952. A young Native American, Abel has come home from war to find himself caught between two worlds. The first is the world of his grandfathers, wedding him to the rhythm of the seasons, the harsh beauty of the land, and the ancient rites and traditions of his people. But the other world — modern, industrial America — pulls at Abel, demanding his loyalty, trying to claim his soul, and goading him into a destructive, compulsive cycle of depravity and despair.</div><div><br /></div><div>This American classic is a tragic tale about the disabling effects of war and cultural separation, and also a hopeful story of a stranger in his native land, finding his way back to all that is familiar and sacred.</div></div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQnIvb-iMekxDe2NGMaND4dhMBumUlCxOV0_nfm64HO3uhr8_TBzZA8V1J46yaJw3sxaqRGt5weSYkU6Boor-iyQ7_ozapmv3LAoqbREc1A5yiSjmUeow4WodVZjMjZ8qAiaf-3ISOfosF_ZNGxAOfyegnIDmr-dFpgVh8IMXzSdTaivO4q7feG5KMe6Y/s466/earth-keeper.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="466" data-original-width="327" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQnIvb-iMekxDe2NGMaND4dhMBumUlCxOV0_nfm64HO3uhr8_TBzZA8V1J46yaJw3sxaqRGt5weSYkU6Boor-iyQ7_ozapmv3LAoqbREc1A5yiSjmUeow4WodVZjMjZ8qAiaf-3ISOfosF_ZNGxAOfyegnIDmr-dFpgVh8IMXzSdTaivO4q7feG5KMe6Y/s320/earth-keeper.jpg" width="225" /></a></div><b>Earth Keeper: Reflections on the American Land</b> ~ by N. Scott Momaday, 2020, nature musings, 80 pages</div><div><br /></div><div><div>Momaday captures the spirit of of his native culture, offering the reader the experience of nature and beyond. This book at once pays lyrical homage to the beauty of the living world and calls for our attention to keep it alive. His words bring us back to the notion of forming a relationship with the land we are from.</div></div><div><div><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiwze6SSKor5G0IiCIect8Meh_zOgmyOGB6tVxOqmSue8axIBp1ryaxKQmm8jO2K0wNUiH-XFhSb-hcpavlY8djcFFxhEmpnTTCXYQRaY5B0s7isT7UiTdQUBeTeWQmLxFE_7-nDebflQ9VRYrIkf5JoclAlFg87o4IQNLUkRpxndzixxtR_vUw7dWJi4/s466/way-to-rainy-mountain.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="466" data-original-width="321" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiwze6SSKor5G0IiCIect8Meh_zOgmyOGB6tVxOqmSue8axIBp1ryaxKQmm8jO2K0wNUiH-XFhSb-hcpavlY8djcFFxhEmpnTTCXYQRaY5B0s7isT7UiTdQUBeTeWQmLxFE_7-nDebflQ9VRYrIkf5JoclAlFg87o4IQNLUkRpxndzixxtR_vUw7dWJi4/s320/way-to-rainy-mountain.jpg" width="220" /></a></div>The Way to Rainy Mountain</b> ~ by N. Scott Momaday, illustrated by Al Momaday, 2019, Native American literature, 104 pages</div></div><div><br /></div><div><div>This book recalls the journey of Tai-me, the sacred Sun Dance doll, and of Tai-me's people in three unique voices: the legendary, the historical, and the contemporary. It is also the personal journey of N. Scott Momaday, who on a pilgrimage to the grave of his Kiowa grandmother traversed the same route taken by his forebears and in so doing confronted his Kiowa heritage. It is an evocation of three things in particular:</div><div><ul style="text-align: left;"><li>a landscape that is incomparable,</li><li><u><b>a time that is gone forever</b></u>, </li><li>and the human spirit, which endures. </li></ul></div><div>Celebrating fifty years since its 1969 release, this new edition offers a moving new preface and invites a new generation of readers to explore the Kiowa myths, legends, and history.</div></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWXQy4NMNUUrqg1N2Bu-IMdUMlIoKNhMS_vvPu9kbMdBxBPRkpju_II2DQJkUfrfNUE6jsBsSm7JZAxatHKaMACypxZlzJFM_uSwTh_wbsAoqrLsrJV_1d-Om80DznfZylAaCWT0J35XSwM-1BiDFxw0Pg11M2jmtozqVR9QEy3vZtbN36K_Uy8p2XU4o/s258/thinking-cap.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="225" data-original-width="258" height="174" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWXQy4NMNUUrqg1N2Bu-IMdUMlIoKNhMS_vvPu9kbMdBxBPRkpju_II2DQJkUfrfNUE6jsBsSm7JZAxatHKaMACypxZlzJFM_uSwTh_wbsAoqrLsrJV_1d-Om80DznfZylAaCWT0J35XSwM-1BiDFxw0Pg11M2jmtozqVR9QEy3vZtbN36K_Uy8p2XU4o/w200-h174/thinking-cap.jpg" width="200" /></a></div></div><div>These three books were delivered to me yesterday. Put on your thinking cap so you can think of "a time that is gone forever," and leave a comment about whatever things you thought of.</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr9fEB5_nuX6SNdqruBn9OQvkjx4_pprQCFgR8j9GIz_VL9cTBjrwfjFo9kTDRkXGfNJiASYeGDk4YJDaZ3yBcZ7sEomgUeDk5NEQHymPSTpi0bXEKG0n-hWWfTQNQ_iBHvHFN2lXwblPbEW48oXLLsMrwqP7w13iTaHemmg6YXOU1qacvANwOKgAu20Y/s990/n-scott-momaday.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="990" data-original-width="660" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr9fEB5_nuX6SNdqruBn9OQvkjx4_pprQCFgR8j9GIz_VL9cTBjrwfjFo9kTDRkXGfNJiASYeGDk4YJDaZ3yBcZ7sEomgUeDk5NEQHymPSTpi0bXEKG0n-hWWfTQNQ_iBHvHFN2lXwblPbEW48oXLLsMrwqP7w13iTaHemmg6YXOU1qacvANwOKgAu20Y/s320/n-scott-momaday.jpg" width="213" /></a></div>N. Scott Momaday was born in 1934 in Lawton, Oklahoma. He died at age 89 on January 24, 2024 in Santa Fe, New Mexico.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2991243497567962852.post-41812551675411665832024-03-11T00:01:00.007-04:002024-03-11T00:01:00.139-04:00Signs of old age?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaDCY0Wct1kgPQwQEjx5oz486lfipMey3CUZdxoF6ZtuA0-fnAZPvhFmE5R3nR95-fF2J90lfvTolm06AM8oxZ6CXw82PDmLrTAWSjlydH1c-_IeQKeVpkoiVmw3BacTTNw9fF-O5CqLD7vCFa3TF5eyukJmdiIj8zOTTpa_nSI3ltNq_Gp1wWQCMcsFg/s800/over-the-hillville.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaDCY0Wct1kgPQwQEjx5oz486lfipMey3CUZdxoF6ZtuA0-fnAZPvhFmE5R3nR95-fF2J90lfvTolm06AM8oxZ6CXw82PDmLrTAWSjlydH1c-_IeQKeVpkoiVmw3BacTTNw9fF-O5CqLD7vCFa3TF5eyukJmdiIj8zOTTpa_nSI3ltNq_Gp1wWQCMcsFg/w400-h300/over-the-hillville.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Are you feeling old yet?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: times;">In case you cannot read these signs, </span><span style="font-family: times;">this is what they say:</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Welcome to Over the Hillville</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Arthritis Ave</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Yield to Aches and Pains</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Memory Detour</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Wrinkle Rd</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: times;">I don't know what to say about </span><span style="font-family: times;">that vulture sign on the right.</span></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: times;">Since vultures are birds of prey </span><span style="font-family: times;">known for eating dead animals,</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">I guess it symbolizes death or dying. Yes, we're closer than ever before.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDcpQ-K2Hw61j-JA4QLVARvQsymtki-sXAIdkjM358yWgLR0Y3O943oledoQ1WoEJ58DxlFYJcmhP1jAv1a2YgSAjaWUqDJdCug0876gpzrrLHpq7fnZhJsddXzabVoFb5G-1vQ62zSOWHmWKlkyQxqW40UJx-Ts-e6LE61rTpx6CMiB1L__POYz3ID48/s300/monday-musing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="120" data-original-width="300" height="120" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDcpQ-K2Hw61j-JA4QLVARvQsymtki-sXAIdkjM358yWgLR0Y3O943oledoQ1WoEJ58DxlFYJcmhP1jAv1a2YgSAjaWUqDJdCug0876gpzrrLHpq7fnZhJsddXzabVoFb5G-1vQ62zSOWHmWKlkyQxqW40UJx-Ts-e6LE61rTpx6CMiB1L__POYz3ID48/s1600/monday-musing.jpg" width="300" /></a></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2991243497567962852.post-54591326002162304452024-03-10T00:01:00.003-05:002024-03-10T16:00:35.944-04:00See Rock City<div class="separator" style="background-color: white; clear: both; text-align: left;"><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: times; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwx-7D4WALaPNi9hPZqbzj4m6E3RMcj5iKH4vknm79mph_8pz3ApoDSxzLdpOHZgvMl_BYRA8U8-XLZAV6vbDxbTOtWmXBIozihUoeIIC9SoHkV0WHXIZHbXXoLw7CTE45bUBqU5qlLGVffN6xO8mS6VHsu2lMnSikeI9i0bLN3emm3jxTnzPXLDRy4UY/s1100/rock-city-gardens.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="670" data-original-width="1100" height="244" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwx-7D4WALaPNi9hPZqbzj4m6E3RMcj5iKH4vknm79mph_8pz3ApoDSxzLdpOHZgvMl_BYRA8U8-XLZAV6vbDxbTOtWmXBIozihUoeIIC9SoHkV0WHXIZHbXXoLw7CTE45bUBqU5qlLGVffN6xO8mS6VHsu2lMnSikeI9i0bLN3emm3jxTnzPXLDRy4UY/w400-h244/rock-city-gardens.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: times; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBUSvqQe3-Ugv3xmL4v1-xj0VUKnR7qPksGrylJFX5bFZFi_YpFx3zuGMxau42Q4PaIEND0AdJe636Yoe0hz8HPrsrYI-CJi0FGeBLpnUzkz-p3YXYfomiXJSFDiQACJcyRevGPxtbWiA_3i-dHdNg7NfV9waHVFG4eMkRc3ae-Szi0yYt62qXNeFQfEM/s960/rock-city-aerial-view.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="685" data-original-width="960" height="285" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBUSvqQe3-Ugv3xmL4v1-xj0VUKnR7qPksGrylJFX5bFZFi_YpFx3zuGMxau42Q4PaIEND0AdJe636Yoe0hz8HPrsrYI-CJi0FGeBLpnUzkz-p3YXYfomiXJSFDiQACJcyRevGPxtbWiA_3i-dHdNg7NfV9waHVFG4eMkRc3ae-Szi0yYt62qXNeFQfEM/w400-h285/rock-city-aerial-view.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-family: inherit;">I was surprised to find a 38-page Rock City</span></span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span> </span><span>advertising booklet in our Crown Center's tiny library this past week, so I checked it out and read it, grinning all the way. For those who don't know, Rock City is located on Lookout Mountain just outside of Chattanooga, Tennessee. And that's my hometown. I raised my children on Signal Mountain, on the other (the north) side of the Tennessee River that runs between the two mountains.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="background-color: white; clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;"><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy-lPHkscxYyLJI6LFQa1cxMIYaP3CkSF6lbTPlZPs0N81f15oz7nSgXkSttjOLN6ArYI92WO0360NXjFjN9LNv85cQcNbDo704U8cYgJAmDdljMhN5vgZeG4kFI5cy_Bfn3ttMK01M08l8H_cA9JCNwQXYL82y9pu56k34PJLbHcD0Y-v7NXzwTFWTfU/s1000/rock-city-bird-house.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1000" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy-lPHkscxYyLJI6LFQa1cxMIYaP3CkSF6lbTPlZPs0N81f15oz7nSgXkSttjOLN6ArYI92WO0360NXjFjN9LNv85cQcNbDo704U8cYgJAmDdljMhN5vgZeG4kFI5cy_Bfn3ttMK01M08l8H_cA9JCNwQXYL82y9pu56k34PJLbHcD0Y-v7NXzwTFWTfU/w200-h200/rock-city-bird-house.jpg" width="200" /></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitfL9ScAYF5Zzeg1wIE9L9k-OCv_U-OdfiZXRcVOZ5JpzgvNdUeNK5qUPv1TLoYClpE8-DR7X6vWSDpkvkvxXk9kshFyyuv8oNmy2InwE2Yu04fSUIWARUWJsm9pML_8c9cuZjdK4kxny7H22mbsPcOQ4JvILKB-jvku4Yw8vGl1kcIeq7oUirP3EDBBA/s768/rock-city-see-7-states-barn.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="584" data-original-width="768" height="243" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitfL9ScAYF5Zzeg1wIE9L9k-OCv_U-OdfiZXRcVOZ5JpzgvNdUeNK5qUPv1TLoYClpE8-DR7X6vWSDpkvkvxXk9kshFyyuv8oNmy2InwE2Yu04fSUIWARUWJsm9pML_8c9cuZjdK4kxny7H22mbsPcOQ4JvILKB-jvku4Yw8vGl1kcIeq7oUirP3EDBBA/s320/rock-city-see-7-states-barn.jpg" width="320" /></a></div></div>I remember seeing </span></span><span style="background-color: white;">bird houses </span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white;">painted red with "See Rock City" on the black roof and barns with the same color scheme. This barn says, "See 7 states from Rock City." Are those still part of their advertising? I didn't see bird houses or barns in this little booklet, so neither may be part of the current advertising.</span><div class="separator" style="background-color: white; clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="background-color: white; clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq15ImzZe9uz3HYIaImSMMXoq9T6bF1x9KMoPEddMl-LXaOgL_EEKltItkRcQjWiK-62lJEJ5XFU3mxghdT73DbQtYkac4RRJBa6hUqc_YIo6dSux6sIBZuQ4gmp4HvSxWb4FtUJbqs5NiGOyiNWLOVm9UQte6zIWbvjeovqS9Lr-oKnvvuPDAkUyBASg/s1080/rock-city-gardens-booklet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="810" data-original-width="1080" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq15ImzZe9uz3HYIaImSMMXoq9T6bF1x9KMoPEddMl-LXaOgL_EEKltItkRcQjWiK-62lJEJ5XFU3mxghdT73DbQtYkac4RRJBa6hUqc_YIo6dSux6sIBZuQ4gmp4HvSxWb4FtUJbqs5NiGOyiNWLOVm9UQte6zIWbvjeovqS9Lr-oKnvvuPDAkUyBASg/s320/rock-city-gardens-booklet.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>I have no idea who may have donated the booklet to Crown Center (many hours away in St. Louis), but I had fun reading it and remembering actually visiting the place. Lookout Mountain is also famous for the Civil War's Battle above the Clouds, another tourist draw.</span></div><div class="separator" style="background-color: white; clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="background-color: white; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLqxfYMQKXbkrxSYDUv3Ft3LI3NBBWMfqzqDQHWTieWkYw3NTKN-YcnF5Lnq11VWaR0hEN0di7mK8fcygBQcUTUmrFVQ17oU4LFF2k85UncF2T9pX3GqGULZ3mUOOmSCQrj64qsV17Vk0_qJBqSrXaEuufD3k9hH9x-_TfObkxgYNkNvp_irEKCYpzVIY/s442/clean-speech-2024-orange.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="436" data-original-width="442" height="198" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLqxfYMQKXbkrxSYDUv3Ft3LI3NBBWMfqzqDQHWTieWkYw3NTKN-YcnF5Lnq11VWaR0hEN0di7mK8fcygBQcUTUmrFVQ17oU4LFF2k85UncF2T9pX3GqGULZ3mUOOmSCQrj64qsV17Vk0_qJBqSrXaEuufD3k9hH9x-_TfObkxgYNkNvp_irEKCYpzVIY/w200-h198/clean-speech-2024-orange.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white;">A quote from the </span><a href="https://bonniesbooks.blogspot.com/2024/03/our-communities-are-torn-apart-by.html"><b style="background-color: #fcff01;">Clean Speech</b></a><span style="background-color: white;"> reading for today: "If you were dealing with some crisis, like a stolen car or a sick child, wouldn't you expect your friends to have a little bit of compassion for you? Of course you would. So if you recognize that everyone around you is in the midst of some challenge of their own, shouldn't you have a little bit of compassion for them? . . . Everyone struggles" (p. 27). Everyone needs compassion.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="background-color: white; clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="background-color: white; clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0S3SvmJvftCrVdmg4CNqPobqsp8loiTR9Y0lD9oYXZ_zxZLZuK9Db5hzgS3Db4hTRiFR8chPpXNe7IjK2iM8DGK0ZvtiMWUZ4U0yVHtOohqL7W0iXx2MQDJg_xvsXQSt3S9bq7xGafly0dsgYrK6NYWfnKuJvJs1s_lfUHITpWr6s7ON3VaBGPfA2CQQ/s400/sunday-salon-buzzfeed.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="209" data-original-width="400" height="104" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0S3SvmJvftCrVdmg4CNqPobqsp8loiTR9Y0lD9oYXZ_zxZLZuK9Db5hzgS3Db4hTRiFR8chPpXNe7IjK2iM8DGK0ZvtiMWUZ4U0yVHtOohqL7W0iXx2MQDJg_xvsXQSt3S9bq7xGafly0dsgYrK6NYWfnKuJvJs1s_lfUHITpWr6s7ON3VaBGPfA2CQQ/w200-h104/sunday-salon-buzzfeed.jpg" width="200" /></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="background-color: white; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Deb at <a href="https://readerbuzz.blogspot.com/" style="color: #1a8e57; text-decoration-line: none;"><b>Readerbuzz</b></a> hosts the Sunday Salon</span></div></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2991243497567962852.post-86121686889117040262024-03-09T00:01:00.018-05:002024-03-10T00:31:30.584-05:00The story of a life<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSucA8T3moY8ySmLW9NzHK4_Nc_a2kRqgiZ6VJzkHRtzUC40tpZiHUsuTIJka2ZLBbf4Q6xHfeYokaef0Z_AdI4sen_8jP6ph8NBWCkpRi0lkhBQvMNYI_Ba-LD0RQhoOl0_VlX1I2MK4IIydAZ2MeDTBfTmY-pa38CPT_dVQAUGp8NJ5yMTG45L8gQhg/s1024/perfect-room-w-plants.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSucA8T3moY8ySmLW9NzHK4_Nc_a2kRqgiZ6VJzkHRtzUC40tpZiHUsuTIJka2ZLBbf4Q6xHfeYokaef0Z_AdI4sen_8jP6ph8NBWCkpRi0lkhBQvMNYI_Ba-LD0RQhoOl0_VlX1I2MK4IIydAZ2MeDTBfTmY-pa38CPT_dVQAUGp8NJ5yMTG45L8gQhg/w400-h300/perfect-room-w-plants.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Write a sentence about the person who lives here, with her books and her plants. What's she like? Well, bookish, for one thing. What do you think she's reading? Please share your sentence in the comments.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX70SEog0xunudxCYdYmOaBfMh1zFlh2OT3iZLKluvWXyaYspA-IEE0ZkIxcPYKedTXE6Qr9I3FWZkFe_1PHINJJy8ShmgZgy9KKra5hJVtshyphenhyphenl60Znhnl_EKbdZiPkXCFJIPR3CJeUfjsD57eCxZEHohjdoXJeqlnxsV4WGTcCYJMcIuFlXrXtVhhxs0/s720/book-closes-another-opens.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="474" data-original-width="720" height="211" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX70SEog0xunudxCYdYmOaBfMh1zFlh2OT3iZLKluvWXyaYspA-IEE0ZkIxcPYKedTXE6Qr9I3FWZkFe_1PHINJJy8ShmgZgy9KKra5hJVtshyphenhyphenl60Znhnl_EKbdZiPkXCFJIPR3CJeUfjsD57eCxZEHohjdoXJeqlnxsV4WGTcCYJMcIuFlXrXtVhhxs0/s320/book-closes-another-opens.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">March 8th is reserved each year across the globe as a day for encouraging everyone to stand up for women’s rights and gender equality. 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The day is marked in over 100 countries around the globe. Their mission is to promote reading for pleasure, offering every child and young person the opportunity to have a book of their own. Why does it matter? Mainly because reading for pleasure is the single biggest indicator of a child’s future success, even more than their family circumstances, their parents' educational background, or their income. They want to see more children, particularly those from disadvantaged backgrounds, with a life-long habit of reading for pleasure and the improved life chances this brings them.</span></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2991243497567962852.post-10375636855069555742024-03-06T00:01:00.017-05:002024-03-10T04:35:32.308-04:00Clean Speech St. Louis<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrmXe144dwBxI2jYXFBsat0wlZ9wf1BR-cTcwv9jMY7wsd4fNeb50qsAe9LDvTPCcrFGp5AcdKIkGBd5TLkUbbk0-XsA9kTyq8zcpAXglksNgRYYkxr791odrKV5FRaEQiCF6k7nhkvWuNC5mAHpmOKgJyYnh5vhcII7zANzMI_SUCgERaD08Bv-qddbg/s1024/clean-speech.stl.2024.swag-ashley-rachel-randy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrmXe144dwBxI2jYXFBsat0wlZ9wf1BR-cTcwv9jMY7wsd4fNeb50qsAe9LDvTPCcrFGp5AcdKIkGBd5TLkUbbk0-XsA9kTyq8zcpAXglksNgRYYkxr791odrKV5FRaEQiCF6k7nhkvWuNC5mAHpmOKgJyYnh5vhcII7zANzMI_SUCgERaD08Bv-qddbg/w400-h400/cleanspeech.stl.2024.swag-ashley-rachel-randy-w-swag.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Our communities are torn apart by division and strife. The way we speak is both the problem and the solution. Clean Speech St. Louis is a community-wide education and awareness campaign to unite us in the practice of Jewish mindful speech, to build a more positive, respectful, and peaceful world. People at the Crown Center for Senior Living are taking part in this program, and that includes me. I have done this since the beginning, so it's my third time to participate. Here are my posts for <b><a href="https://bonniesbooks.blogspot.com/2022/03/mindful-speech.html" style="background-color: #fcff01;">2022</a></b> and <b><a href="https://bonniesbooks.blogspot.com/2023/03/talking-and-reading-usual-stuff.html" style="background-color: #fcff01;">2023</a></b>.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSP1qubyDBU2QJ5ZMS7aRRWMPGkETWKk8LmQnIUwr9gVd6wgO36m6AO-Heapi7h8vR1T5elt2XGslpOU7BbGtCE74LdllSGLdQVGZ9N5x6EMOqc5JNj0TIQBV8LRd5eVIstpK3038t8rzcsgY7eBZ5H-J1F556BRMNTuLg5pYuvYdy1bw0Kg-zpYesoPg/s1200/clean-speech-stl-2024-heart.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1020" data-original-width="1200" height="340" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSP1qubyDBU2QJ5ZMS7aRRWMPGkETWKk8LmQnIUwr9gVd6wgO36m6AO-Heapi7h8vR1T5elt2XGslpOU7BbGtCE74LdllSGLdQVGZ9N5x6EMOqc5JNj0TIQBV8LRd5eVIstpK3038t8rzcsgY7eBZ5H-J1F556BRMNTuLg5pYuvYdy1bw0Kg-zpYesoPg/w400-h340/cleanspeech-st-2024-heart.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2991243497567962852.post-62451591462810892152024-03-05T10:30:00.005-05:002024-03-05T11:31:33.993-05:00Language ~ two charts<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO66YCMeaT6ZK2Fx9SOMlfmD2c-nRBsxz94wdRLncc9hgx_nNcsu48gCauxx8E_559NmRpRN1TuFdp8QarkAf2II0lZEnHx2V0o-uHIDO36RLYoAMmjXIEsbtr-Oz1xw8tKHcSIRwh6CLjqAyWs6Ge8i1aWI0v6y5q-02KFUK_2ag4oIKb5HRTOdLBS94/s1500/native-american-sign-language.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1500" data-original-width="1500" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO66YCMeaT6ZK2Fx9SOMlfmD2c-nRBsxz94wdRLncc9hgx_nNcsu48gCauxx8E_559NmRpRN1TuFdp8QarkAf2II0lZEnHx2V0o-uHIDO36RLYoAMmjXIEsbtr-Oz1xw8tKHcSIRwh6CLjqAyWs6Ge8i1aWI0v6y5q-02KFUK_2ag4oIKb5HRTOdLBS94/w400-h400/native-american-sign-language.jpg" width="400" /></a></div></div><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">lan·guage /ˈlaNGɡwij / noun = 1. the principal method of human communication, consisting of words used in a structured and conventional way and conveyed by speech, writing, or gesture. Example: "I want to study the way children learn language." 2. a system of communication used by a particular country or community. Example: "Her book was translated into twenty-five languages."</span></div></blockquote><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Language can be conveyed in signs, using our hands. That's very useful when a person speaks a different language (as in the American Indian illustration above) or is deaf (by spelling out words, as below).</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEeQAKvlIgX2SsM5m-4C5MGZZRS5d44qn4eZwl0mnT_I8c_JhDXssWjANDWyk4dVld2e0nXxuU8ZR93BNRAkaM1CXlIFOFCcHSHnfzukrlPNB3KGuaXDLdLHrNlOLCHhejY0PKEubnPJEAPOPwIffQSoaA_yxPjxWaJDY1E3pmYnTHTHys2KvmKlOQuuw/s1000/sign-language-chart.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="776" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEeQAKvlIgX2SsM5m-4C5MGZZRS5d44qn4eZwl0mnT_I8c_JhDXssWjANDWyk4dVld2e0nXxuU8ZR93BNRAkaM1CXlIFOFCcHSHnfzukrlPNB3KGuaXDLdLHrNlOLCHhejY0PKEubnPJEAPOPwIffQSoaA_yxPjxWaJDY1E3pmYnTHTHys2KvmKlOQuuw/w310-h400/sign-language-chart.jpg" width="310" /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2991243497567962852.post-58526423349098845832024-03-03T00:01:00.362-05:002024-03-03T00:01:00.148-05:00Coexisting is the bee's knees<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdDbbCq0msgHReDn-F5pfpMpgrod_nfjmfXTt_Z2MVvpqTp6Xc7lHIJCp2XD8QwfZnxKkdmNyRX6jKFqmAhfZvzBdonbsT_tzCqIPOkd8NbiBV6r4mk-e_OCPuj8PdIMmRdLGJFtTnHyqchN6vO1wfy_7fgO15tikevX5zFGy8T-VaFzO_UuXn4aavbS4/s300/bees-knees-saying.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="168" data-original-width="300" height="168" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdDbbCq0msgHReDn-F5pfpMpgrod_nfjmfXTt_Z2MVvpqTp6Xc7lHIJCp2XD8QwfZnxKkdmNyRX6jKFqmAhfZvzBdonbsT_tzCqIPOkd8NbiBV6r4mk-e_OCPuj8PdIMmRdLGJFtTnHyqchN6vO1wfy_7fgO15tikevX5zFGy8T-VaFzO_UuXn4aavbS4/s1600/bees-knees-saying.png" width="300" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">"The bee's knees" is idiomatic and colloquial. In the Roaring 20s it meant a highly admired person or thing — similar to other nonsensical expressions of approval like "it's the cat's pajamas" or "it's the cat's whiskers." So it basically means a thing or person is excellent, top notch, or really cool. Here's a <b><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TTM4ix5epJM" style="background-color: #fcff01;">YouTube</a></b> video to learn more about this idiom, and you may also want to see what I wrote about other bee-related sayings a few days ago: <b><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TTM4ix5epJM" style="background-color: #fcff01;">HERE</a></b>.</span><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Word of the Day<br /></b></span><div><blockquote><span style="font-family: inherit;">co·ex·ist /ˌkōəɡˈzist / verb = to exist in mutual tolerance despite different ideologies or interests. Example: "My neighbor and I are very different, but we have learned how to coexist."</span></blockquote></div><div><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfyGtPTBnOvgdISTL2HZIQSRjthmh275bZ-2vrTGZVwq5MOmDvixSZcb786udR4GVbiyZZhlC-pAzTi_Xi_PtYW7q3tPmpdvHKnfuzrCLgacmmE0V9wgK-JFlpmgGrEwMPHzdaHC9rxdpo9-oF2cRsI3vEdNvE1aYqmAq4blVyhNukIyOTor6gJI70muc/s970/teacher-of-warsaw-blurb.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="970" height="124" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfyGtPTBnOvgdISTL2HZIQSRjthmh275bZ-2vrTGZVwq5MOmDvixSZcb786udR4GVbiyZZhlC-pAzTi_Xi_PtYW7q3tPmpdvHKnfuzrCLgacmmE0V9wgK-JFlpmgGrEwMPHzdaHC9rxdpo9-oF2cRsI3vEdNvE1aYqmAq4blVyhNukIyOTor6gJI70muc/w400-h124/teacher-of-warsaw-blurb.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Quotes from </span></span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>The Teacher of Warsaw</b> by Mario Escobar (2022, historical fiction, 368 pages):</span></div><div><ul style="text-align: left;"><li><span style="font-family: inherit;">"As long as we remember the ones who lived, they are still among us" (p. 48).</span></li><li><span style="font-family: inherit;">"The best lesson we can ever teach is to show love to those around us without expecting anything in return" (p. 77).</span></li><li><span style="font-family: inherit;">"Long ago I had learned that the only way to knock down the walls of prejudice and hatred toward difference was coexisting and building friend-ships that allowed the children to fight and then be reconciled again" (p. 18).</span></li><li><span style="font-family: inherit;">"History always denies us the chance to recognize when we are at the beginning of an epoch-defining movement" (p. 45).</span></li><li><span style="font-family: inherit;">"I felt closer than ever to my origins. Being a Jew was the worst of crimes" (p. 80).</span></li><li><span style="font-family: inherit;">"If God puts a starving child in front of me, what can I do? Ignore him? I don't have the stomach for that" (p. 76).</span></li><li><span style="font-family: inherit;">"I would certainly have liked to shoot them all, but I knew all too well that it would not fix anything" (p. 65).</span></li><li>"I admired many things about Jesus. I appreciated his love for his enemies, his desire for peace, his mercy, and most of all his optimism" (p. 80).</li><li>"We did not realize that our long walk had been the last we would take in freedom. In a few days we would no longer be masters of our own destinies" (p. 50).</li></ul><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjriCDGiuY4LlxqE29IDGvGr-_ViLY6C-7nSUqETE5uekAHoZ0jF_GpEKUcWmiRT9bAgQ-LEv5-EGQ4EZCCPMz3V16JoO0qAhA1gRWWFuE_4kjghom8TUBtSxgqZqq952IsCisdeTZTTgHMsAtgiYizC7ACIbKk6qStulcp2X59FWJTYiopKqqhik2SCfI/s466/teacher-of-warsaw.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="466" data-original-width="307" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjriCDGiuY4LlxqE29IDGvGr-_ViLY6C-7nSUqETE5uekAHoZ0jF_GpEKUcWmiRT9bAgQ-LEv5-EGQ4EZCCPMz3V16JoO0qAhA1gRWWFuE_4kjghom8TUBtSxgqZqq952IsCisdeTZTTgHMsAtgiYizC7ACIbKk6qStulcp2X59FWJTYiopKqqhik2SCfI/w211-h320/teacher-of-warsaw.jpg" width="211" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Here's a longer quote from Chapter 7, page 60:</span></div></div></div><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><p style="text-align: left;">We supported the man 'til an orderly met us and helped him into a bed. An old friend of mine from my medical days, Dr. Jkobski, came out to meet us. </p></blockquote><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><p style="text-align: left;">"Korczak, what are you doing with these Germans?" he asked in Polish.</p></blockquote><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><div>"The driver's appendix is about to burst. You'll have to operate immediately."</div></blockquote><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><div> </div></blockquote><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><div>"They're the enemy. Let their Nazi doctors cure them."</div></blockquote><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><div> </div></blockquote><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><div>I smiled and touched his shoulder. "Love our enemies, remember?"</div></blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXmOsfvZz-Se87pLw09O7bD4czmO0Wy5776FdOjvzW_9v1DDJjQj_Nva9QMYvEaOyUGueKt2Pv_4MZhQF_qfLYjCIgvvTPNEqSpg2sFSVIxninUYni6dvIbdrOTLAbslPc-MBhyphenhyphen4aa67vgh7oFSRivG0vAyFgNRrQgIBB0kIl1pxYy89L486tkXJEKIto/s652/city-high-school-chattanooga.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="345" data-original-width="652" height="211" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXmOsfvZz-Se87pLw09O7bD4czmO0Wy5776FdOjvzW_9v1DDJjQj_Nva9QMYvEaOyUGueKt2Pv_4MZhQF_qfLYjCIgvvTPNEqSpg2sFSVIxninUYni6dvIbdrOTLAbslPc-MBhyphenhyphen4aa67vgh7oFSRivG0vAyFgNRrQgIBB0kIl1pxYy89L486tkXJEKIto/w400-h211/city-high-school-chattanooga.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><p><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">LOOKING AT HISTORY</span></b></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit;">My friend Shirley mailed me <a href="https://www.timesfreepress.com/news/2023/jun/03/local-history-nearly-150-years-old-chattanooga/"><b style="background-color: #fcff01;">an article</b></a> she'd clipped from the local paper dated last June, which says Chattanooga High School (CHS) will be 100 years old in 2024. Shirley and I went to school there from 1955 until we graduated in 1958. Back then the students went to high school for 10th, 11th, and 12th grades, with junior high school for 7th, 8th, and 9th grades. No, those cars were not on the road when we went there! We aren't <b>THAT</b> old, though some of those vehicles may have been around when my parents went to school there in the 1930s.</span></p><p><span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5tXVEjErU3o5JvlYefTgBB1qYudfRgCdUyLDXQzxutScPe7o2sdeC9KExByme1I3ebS8ouc1NhvSeS6Kv7O7EHZJfiSQ8chcUALHWLtYNHfWbNXVIZe5FPZrM1H30kE2k_mEoJTmVEFp9Cj4Fds0M-hiHOCcFqMOSvG6OK89Sz441MI6V3KufqvCp-gk/s445/best-short-stories-2023.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="445" data-original-width="288" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5tXVEjErU3o5JvlYefTgBB1qYudfRgCdUyLDXQzxutScPe7o2sdeC9KExByme1I3ebS8ouc1NhvSeS6Kv7O7EHZJfiSQ8chcUALHWLtYNHfWbNXVIZe5FPZrM1H30kE2k_mEoJTmVEFp9Cj4Fds0M-hiHOCcFqMOSvG6OK89Sz441MI6V3KufqvCp-gk/s320/best-short-stories-2023.jpg" width="207" /></a></span></div><span><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Library Loot</span></b></span><p></p><p><b>The Best Short Stories 2023: The O. Henry Prize Winners</b> ~ by Lauren Groff (Editor), Jenny Minton Quigley (Series Editor), 2023, short story anthology, 432 pages</p><div><div>Continuing a century-long tradition of cutting-edge literary excellence, this year's edition contains twenty prizewinning stories chosen from the thousands published in magazines over the previous year. Guest editor Lauren Groff has brought her own refreshing perspective to the prize, selecting stories by an engaging mix of celebrated names and emerging voices and including several stories in translation. The winning stories are accompanied by an introduction by Groff, observations from the winning writers on what inspired them, and an extensive resource list of magazines that publish short fiction.</div></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="background-color: white; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOiJXrEVRCDJrrfhWHoWC_y3JBTamoFiT1gzqx7emo49oSLhMvtw3PVDqR9WGWs3IVrwt-GNc4FSt7p6j09k69xrFbd6KXpcap3seVLq6s3zrQQuMSPEyqBDGJCYKq3qCaXLAGroi8npT9zi0HxIhdhb-ThPpn10enOJI5XaAi4JmEV68JtnTVndSlNNg/s180/sunday-salon-the.png" style="color: #1cffa6; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="75" data-original-width="180" height="83" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOiJXrEVRCDJrrfhWHoWC_y3JBTamoFiT1gzqx7emo49oSLhMvtw3PVDqR9WGWs3IVrwt-GNc4FSt7p6j09k69xrFbd6KXpcap3seVLq6s3zrQQuMSPEyqBDGJCYKq3qCaXLAGroi8npT9zi0HxIhdhb-ThPpn10enOJI5XaAi4JmEV68JtnTVndSlNNg/w200-h83/sunday-salon-the.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 1px solid rgb(233, 233, 233); box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1) 1px 1px 5px; padding: 5px; position: relative;" width="200" /></a></span></div><div class="separator" style="background-color: white; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Deb at <a href="https://readerbuzz.blogspot.com/" style="color: #1a8e57; text-decoration-line: none;"><b>Readerbuzz</b></a> hosts the Sunday Salon</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2991243497567962852.post-39412205461910432542024-03-01T22:30:00.013-05:002024-03-02T02:32:10.363-05:00Beginning ~ with stage directions<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_y7V4Op7kvfFboVf5Iv120T_4Im2ukS0fgdt-o1wm5SSdlww2LNHnihmay73zOFMussaHSuLVBf0Vm5BTW5c8mzXSqfM_E-6hf4eV_O6ZzRAyrPMgJ30saWDZ85NyXGWmMHWW4SFfNUAdF0BrKaQI4UJEuP7CE9AjzBgaoh9KGAczqY-lA-II_VKePew/s466/our-town-thornton-wilder.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="466" data-original-width="306" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_y7V4Op7kvfFboVf5Iv120T_4Im2ukS0fgdt-o1wm5SSdlww2LNHnihmay73zOFMussaHSuLVBf0Vm5BTW5c8mzXSqfM_E-6hf4eV_O6ZzRAyrPMgJ30saWDZ85NyXGWmMHWW4SFfNUAdF0BrKaQI4UJEuP7CE9AjzBgaoh9KGAczqY-lA-II_VKePew/s320/our-town-thornton-wilder.jpg" width="210" /></a></div><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">BEGINNING</span></b></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"></blockquote><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><i>No curtain.<br /></i><i>No scenery.</i></span><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">The audience, arriving, sees an empty stage in half-light.</span></i></div></blockquote><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Our Town: A Play in Three Acts</b> ~ by Thornton Wilder, 1938, (Foreword by Donald Margulies, 2003; Afterword by Tappan Wilder, 2003), drama classic, 204 pages</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Our Town</b> was first produced and published in 1938 to wide acclaim. This Pulitzer Prize–winning drama of life in the town of Grover 's Corners, an allegorical representation of all life, has become a classic. It is Thornton Wilder's most renowned and most frequently performed play. This edition includes Thornton Wilder's unpublished notes and other illuminating photographs and documentary material in the Afterword.</span></div></div></blockquote><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">I noticed this on one of my bookshelves the other day and decided to re-read it. I'm not sure I want to read all the other stuff in this copy, however, so I may skim some of those parts.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5TbWFJSq79_aNCzqKKvdtChrFJDaIUSXco6s1ExT223j2Bdn3MNsVycQ-PH3-Oh0PvmBMDENKicASe2MahA4mzmOZ-ZZWHldCEWTCoOi6oMobdn47soxK0cTpPwxt2v_-fPbo1JQrcxCv-e9qWaEN04i3TVKwtlD3BGWrK0VhFhSpK3Mt02HmXVhbuik/s240/book-beginnings.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="120" data-original-width="240" height="120" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5TbWFJSq79_aNCzqKKvdtChrFJDaIUSXco6s1ExT223j2Bdn3MNsVycQ-PH3-Oh0PvmBMDENKicASe2MahA4mzmOZ-ZZWHldCEWTCoOi6oMobdn47soxK0cTpPwxt2v_-fPbo1JQrcxCv-e9qWaEN04i3TVKwtlD3BGWrK0VhFhSpK3Mt02HmXVhbuik/s1600/book-beginnings.png" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: large;">Gilion at </span><b style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><a href="https://www.rosecityreader.com/" style="color: #1a8e57; text-decoration-line: none;">Rose City Reader</a> </b><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: large;">hosts</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: large;">Book Beginnings on Fridays.</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2991243497567962852.post-7374490803579591572024-02-29T19:30:00.001-05:002024-02-29T20:31:02.075-05:00Thoughts about the date<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuzdLqwG9TBYQX8iAkYDFHy4xQIaYqNfjOHgPiCF91xbXlBtRviSyDws1grtjbZChFhaq1oEN5rYqKYhZPKrY8zPfAhMp_CMgWlHFBaRGrqrlSSHD8ZsYDW93vT9PBzZDb0yNGAKFE54bgHKEAYbzwFc-9zWlfK4iWb1TFpgGAzyjtMnU31suerS77EuI/s487/leap-year-baby-1940.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="487" data-original-width="466" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuzdLqwG9TBYQX8iAkYDFHy4xQIaYqNfjOHgPiCF91xbXlBtRviSyDws1grtjbZChFhaq1oEN5rYqKYhZPKrY8zPfAhMp_CMgWlHFBaRGrqrlSSHD8ZsYDW93vT9PBzZDb0yNGAKFE54bgHKEAYbzwFc-9zWlfK4iWb1TFpgGAzyjtMnU31suerS77EuI/s320/leap-year-baby-1940.jpg" width="306" /></a><br /></div>It's the end of February in a leap year. I hadn't thought of it before, but because leap year happens every four years that means I was born in a leap year. Yes, I was born in 1940, but I missed February 29th because I didn't arrive until the last week of April.<div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1LywungJfVnhx18oKA-zvWYlttTjUT21pozNx0n1P7E4gRKSIRXts4l9AVXuHzn9LiIg6fw7_z-QZcC3O4h0sw7crMT9iOYbqeo2YVJ_dcIVCE7uKzDf1C6UIKi4CzcGIhF9ly06xg_Ctxu3nVJozFtlAMrtYWpUcUGJEc9sUcnp6l5tuRLAG8PL3xC8/s275/feb-29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="183" data-original-width="275" height="183" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1LywungJfVnhx18oKA-zvWYlttTjUT21pozNx0n1P7E4gRKSIRXts4l9AVXuHzn9LiIg6fw7_z-QZcC3O4h0sw7crMT9iOYbqeo2YVJ_dcIVCE7uKzDf1C6UIKi4CzcGIhF9ly06xg_Ctxu3nVJozFtlAMrtYWpUcUGJEc9sUcnp6l5tuRLAG8PL3xC8/s1600/feb-29.jpg" width="275" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ78GwdukkESOdBb5nmK9qin4Z2yNhSdiRpNfIVgTfIv0N7ruf32AbFZO-M_46Adhp63jF2mHmTjg2387adP0eLWGJXcVdIKYVThUAy7FDeYq69zx1Kr1CYPrwm54GUKDtLkkE7Y_pe4kaAB__FmhUP0OdkTqXeC2FjgWSQyRmc3BmOrw9LJ6MkcQ3HKw/s489/thursday-thoughts-green-leaves.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="430" data-original-width="489" height="176" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ78GwdukkESOdBb5nmK9qin4Z2yNhSdiRpNfIVgTfIv0N7ruf32AbFZO-M_46Adhp63jF2mHmTjg2387adP0eLWGJXcVdIKYVThUAy7FDeYq69zx1Kr1CYPrwm54GUKDtLkkE7Y_pe4kaAB__FmhUP0OdkTqXeC2FjgWSQyRmc3BmOrw9LJ6MkcQ3HKw/w200-h176/thursday-thoughts-green-leaves.jpg" width="200" /></a></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2991243497567962852.post-91889454266907170802024-02-28T06:30:00.006-05:002024-02-28T22:20:49.059-05:00What's the buzz?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDsym9FQcqKUuBjblIOGd_-ZH5t1BYn_PFICndPr6ONYvk9huvBc3YpmOYZ9k-TggjqRd68BL0tFkiFlDYLg4ROcWbW6QK0TCvHvypBOcgGHdq1Yxb03zzVel5AbwRKiVoZojJ1w9xU6HxRmQYBhOmhwafPBsQvyJXDH1fquYsygOMTmKt1_jsnELk6j8/s625/bee-honeybee.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="469" data-original-width="625" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDsym9FQcqKUuBjblIOGd_-ZH5t1BYn_PFICndPr6ONYvk9huvBc3YpmOYZ9k-TggjqRd68BL0tFkiFlDYLg4ROcWbW6QK0TCvHvypBOcgGHdq1Yxb03zzVel5AbwRKiVoZojJ1w9xU6HxRmQYBhOmhwafPBsQvyJXDH1fquYsygOMTmKt1_jsnELk6j8/s320/bee-honeybee.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><b>"What's the buzz?"</b> What does that mean? The buzz is the sound of lots of folks talking in a good way about something. It generally means positive rumors about something. We book bloggers specifically want to know, what's the book buzz? We get ideas about good books from each other.</div><div><br /></div><div><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4KeYryXBNwqvhtUILkTrBwGEb2OqX9ecdYSDoAZrlL-XHeJhaYM7XEKN7lGDWB-TVAlLChQ4-bSRsHbOWEMbFOdM82xHEzzNDJqkJEylblU9OAgX2ajt-3lyja3IqknOeaR2WUSlmUgIPbLvPZoG5eKK-_QnbhT7H6kQ_rYVgoy3Xm3nBXekwE4hHyNk/s1440/buzzy-bee-on-red-flowers.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4KeYryXBNwqvhtUILkTrBwGEb2OqX9ecdYSDoAZrlL-XHeJhaYM7XEKN7lGDWB-TVAlLChQ4-bSRsHbOWEMbFOdM82xHEzzNDJqkJEylblU9OAgX2ajt-3lyja3IqknOeaR2WUSlmUgIPbLvPZoG5eKK-_QnbhT7H6kQ_rYVgoy3Xm3nBXekwE4hHyNk/w480-h640/buzzy-bee-on-red-flowers.jpg" width="480" /></a></div>"Buzz off!"</b> is very different. To tell someone to buzz off is a rude way of telling that person to go away. I got married 65 years ago on this day and, in effect, told him to "buzz off" years later when I divorced him.</div><div><br /></div><div><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaFnZ7g-G0UmaiXIhaUqIuMpXj5cFCOOMd_5onm8cICHoPNNkZEQUKx1MOumKgBKlJ3vBHh00-AHTbGzudTStV-T7v9CK21pePBmExB9WI4WRvjQbsFWMViHnGC4bnrOuI7YA6yNIUntV8moZS8r1oprqcGzYKlncJNb592TKKbGeF7UYiTn4_OPUj3K4/s1440/buzzy-bee-on-white-flowers.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaFnZ7g-G0UmaiXIhaUqIuMpXj5cFCOOMd_5onm8cICHoPNNkZEQUKx1MOumKgBKlJ3vBHh00-AHTbGzudTStV-T7v9CK21pePBmExB9WI4WRvjQbsFWMViHnGC4bnrOuI7YA6yNIUntV8moZS8r1oprqcGzYKlncJNb592TKKbGeF7UYiTn4_OPUj3K4/w480-h640/buzzy-bee-on-white-flowers.jpg" width="480" /></a></div>"Busy as a bee"</b> is another saying. It means the person enjoys doing a lot of things and always stays busy.</div><div><br /></div><div><b>**</b> Enlarge my photos to see the bees on the red flowers (August 13, 2023) and the white flowers (September 13, 2023). They really are there, buzzing around.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2991243497567962852.post-19357948011564300882024-02-26T00:01:00.005-05:002024-02-26T00:01:00.130-05:00Let's be cheesy today<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUdCgO5GkMwx0QYC1TDWDfE61H_MBr1LeaTXaw6Ako7mHGwrGbh08wx1CZtn_BtOCIkoL6tBzqJZmUffu8Su-kZDLOUdIdFUqjyF4oOqeCMK1xGa2bCfqAsh12dEAHTaKue793vE6eTOdrT-UOyyOhChOqauR5mN4ML9_9ecpE8ONVyiaHXDYYq6syzp4/s1201/who-moved-my-cheese.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="675" data-original-width="1201" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUdCgO5GkMwx0QYC1TDWDfE61H_MBr1LeaTXaw6Ako7mHGwrGbh08wx1CZtn_BtOCIkoL6tBzqJZmUffu8Su-kZDLOUdIdFUqjyF4oOqeCMK1xGa2bCfqAsh12dEAHTaKue793vE6eTOdrT-UOyyOhChOqauR5mN4ML9_9ecpE8ONVyiaHXDYYq6syzp4/w400-h225/who-moved-my-cheese.png" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Who Moved My Cheese?</b> ~ by Spencer Johnson, with a foreword by Kenneth Blanchard, 1998, parable, 96 pages</span><div><br /></div><div>This simple parable is an enlightening story of four characters who live in a "Maze" and look for "Cheese" to nourish them and make them happy. Two are mice named Sniff and Scurry. And two are "little people," beings the size of mice who look and act a lot like people. Their names are Hem and Haw.</div><div><br /></div><div>"Cheese" is a metaphor for what you want to have in life, whether it is a good job, a loving relationship, money, a possession, health, or spiritual peace of mind. And the "Maze" is where you look for what you want, where you work or your family or your community.</div><div><br /></div><div>The characters are faced with unexpected change. Eventually, one of them deals with it successfully and writes what he has learned on the wall of the maze. Thus, you eventually come to see "the handwriting on the wall" and discover for yourself how to deal with change.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRj9ycfarW1JCAkOczNNnpxhh9ve9Aq7XMwi63Jj03GRon1BQOI5AHGDxu2OMiBV2BfcDkTrpvsb-i1Tdr0nqImJAk4fSZmCm5BST27FyTyHdW3oUOkkTIuM8C75flZcbxWXNszB10qUDFgdvBnsKDmqO0J9DH60sTBX_Dw79rTzP3UR9HlOe8GZIpFTg/s600/time-to-think.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="517" data-original-width="600" height="173" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRj9ycfarW1JCAkOczNNnpxhh9ve9Aq7XMwi63Jj03GRon1BQOI5AHGDxu2OMiBV2BfcDkTrpvsb-i1Tdr0nqImJAk4fSZmCm5BST27FyTyHdW3oUOkkTIuM8C75flZcbxWXNszB10qUDFgdvBnsKDmqO0J9DH60sTBX_Dw79rTzP3UR9HlOe8GZIpFTg/w200-h173/time-to-think.jpg" width="200" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOvRVdB5iuQX-xiLMcg2HEr9baPiEHL1Gn-Q_hYNQQ_-FvV9usd2R_dWcw_-yxtdw18jtIxMmCUwwjRYfBe6ifpB0Ngg4KJisVAQtdCs8BPM8AdNwSJ9lMhnnpgmDTyKYMTSaVaYTzMRStM4n5G3-SHJFgpZ1sQ9P-J1l6gRSIdaBWeb5S2eqws_kfY4U/s285/think.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="285" data-original-width="192" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOvRVdB5iuQX-xiLMcg2HEr9baPiEHL1Gn-Q_hYNQQ_-FvV9usd2R_dWcw_-yxtdw18jtIxMmCUwwjRYfBe6ifpB0Ngg4KJisVAQtdCs8BPM8AdNwSJ9lMhnnpgmDTyKYMTSaVaYTzMRStM4n5G3-SHJFgpZ1sQ9P-J1l6gRSIdaBWeb5S2eqws_kfY4U/w134-h200/think.jpg" width="134" /></a><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVA2ECIl4Wvloet8yqsUZkXN-r4gOllTZQqSwGcGcT8kVchCQlmfngDh-iCh_-NGbwMkdynrjI0qekS_P2idDf19_pu6bg5Tb2DwAEbMXGy_khMokQKXv-VK24nOQSRoirzthE8PCGwkoX7kLJXqVBgymzX8ixM92_C7tauKD5TxeHifkw7_gH0rTe4n0/s300/monday-musing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="120" data-original-width="300" height="120" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVA2ECIl4Wvloet8yqsUZkXN-r4gOllTZQqSwGcGcT8kVchCQlmfngDh-iCh_-NGbwMkdynrjI0qekS_P2idDf19_pu6bg5Tb2DwAEbMXGy_khMokQKXv-VK24nOQSRoirzthE8PCGwkoX7kLJXqVBgymzX8ixM92_C7tauKD5TxeHifkw7_gH0rTe4n0/s1600/monday-musing.jpg" width="300" /></a></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2991243497567962852.post-80998229427969482542024-02-25T00:01:00.081-05:002024-02-25T00:01:00.132-05:00Lots of advice today, plus a book on communicating<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqe6-_O-vYPB0feDePZhNwJe0WM4y4C9oXaMN4757I5kpzO4gC1zm3HHp694HrmOGdJve_c6drtxQ2RWfhQYdf5KKuGN6ZW4ls7M7a8KKr6-7rkYWEhTII3OvAr32HeSIGna7_4z7QbWJZkBik2FE4-1ja4dMfV0ASZ9tkoCruVJ4g0l6bfZ9HW69khUQ/s500/advice-from-cat.webp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="328" data-original-width="500" height="210" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqe6-_O-vYPB0feDePZhNwJe0WM4y4C9oXaMN4757I5kpzO4gC1zm3HHp694HrmOGdJve_c6drtxQ2RWfhQYdf5KKuGN6ZW4ls7M7a8KKr6-7rkYWEhTII3OvAr32HeSIGna7_4z7QbWJZkBik2FE4-1ja4dMfV0ASZ9tkoCruVJ4g0l6bfZ9HW69khUQ/s320/advice-from-cat.webp" width="320" /></a></div>Looking through my box of greeting cards recently, I found four "advice" cards: Advice from a Polar Bear, Advice from a Penguin, Advice from a Glacier, and Advice from a Sea Turtle. (Hmm, the first three are rather icy, aren't they?)<div><br /></div><div>Anyway, I decided to post something here about advice and decided to look for a picture online. That's when I found "a million" things offering advice, both animate and inanimate.<div><br /></div><div>My favorite was the one above from a cat. Why? Because it's a black cat and reminds me of Clawdia. Oh, I just noticed my favorite word in there! See that word "joy" near the bottom? Cat plus joy, so naturally it must to be purr-fect advice for me. I decided to pick some advice to share in a post.</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Advice from <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq_lUhQVK6sMrmYBmNZYhTeSRHyYR133jFpHfKwegCliG7PiA9Viz5zqlBceCwEoPbjU1hiNXMzCEINe7CfJiI76Y5k4Wph80mejtqYYRrvzkOX1XTMKBQNg50LQeriR70vbcy8dlEyYYggCabGKJjVA87KkmWEeovif52gwQYRcTM_GcmNQdrKT-BAR8/s500/advice-from-pencil.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="323" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq_lUhQVK6sMrmYBmNZYhTeSRHyYR133jFpHfKwegCliG7PiA9Viz5zqlBceCwEoPbjU1hiNXMzCEINe7CfJiI76Y5k4Wph80mejtqYYRrvzkOX1XTMKBQNg50LQeriR70vbcy8dlEyYYggCabGKJjVA87KkmWEeovif52gwQYRcTM_GcmNQdrKT-BAR8/w414-h640/advice-from-pencil.png" width="414" /></a></div></b></div><div>I like "2B or not 2B" on this #2 pencil, so I'll start here.</div><div><ul style="text-align: left;"><li><b>Advice from a Pencil</b> ~ know when to draw the line</li><li><b>Advice from a Bicycle</b> ~ know when to put the brakes on.</li><li><b>Advice from a Polar Bear</b> ~ keep it cool.</li><li><b>Advice from a Pumpkin </b>~ be well-rounded.</li><li><b>Advice from a Cardinal</b> ~ it's okay to be a little flashy.</li><li><b>Advice from a Tree</b> ~ remember your roots.</li></ul></div><div>Oh, I like this tree's advice, so here's the whole picture:</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiias_9CenqcIUOjQ_Q8HFfHwIQWhJwPubmkEWkGEqIRN7F68dIiBohMC8uswhLhiaPUGnuN_LP-xOktXo3GgK6BxwSSHwnwcRZGOxdn8AryKs7C75562dzaByqX377RMoEWjlS_iH2vYVjvcSOTc-8efLkfwXqOV7soVIOAIFQ0UFCVRQ_YQ0kYP36p8o/s2448/advice-from-tree.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2448" data-original-width="2448" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiias_9CenqcIUOjQ_Q8HFfHwIQWhJwPubmkEWkGEqIRN7F68dIiBohMC8uswhLhiaPUGnuN_LP-xOktXo3GgK6BxwSSHwnwcRZGOxdn8AryKs7C75562dzaByqX377RMoEWjlS_iH2vYVjvcSOTc-8efLkfwXqOV7soVIOAIFQ0UFCVRQ_YQ0kYP36p8o/w400-h400/advice-from-tree.jpg" width="400" /></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDwZJzLlKTF_DyXdhsAhF7XmLlOcga0FFO4tEEzQ18QdXfCg8a1GSqdfHvy2cQR7hB93OytLKdS3T2Ahbu6t__CnQI0-e340sJ1D7nQLeEMhOOu7yFXiQFy5pV_fVO_YwE0LwyyQ-uTmiCfmMpL9eRQrhVEg6ccO_uSp8qhk-OGFIwKKpQnOH1e0oovHk/s466/5-love-languages.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="466" data-original-width="313" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDwZJzLlKTF_DyXdhsAhF7XmLlOcga0FFO4tEEzQ18QdXfCg8a1GSqdfHvy2cQR7hB93OytLKdS3T2Ahbu6t__CnQI0-e340sJ1D7nQLeEMhOOu7yFXiQFy5pV_fVO_YwE0LwyyQ-uTmiCfmMpL9eRQrhVEg6ccO_uSp8qhk-OGFIwKKpQnOH1e0oovHk/w134-h200/5-love-languages.jpg" width="134" /></a></div><b>The 5 Love Languages: The Secret to Love That Lasts</b> by Gary Chapman, 2010, communication, 263 pages.<span> </span>Marriage should be based on love, but does it seem as though you and your spouse are speaking two different languages? Here's how to identify, understand, and speak your spouse's primary love language: quality time, words of affirmation, gifts, acts of service, or physical touch. Discover your unique love language and learn practical steps in truly loving each other. Each chapter ends with specific, simple steps to express a specific language and guide your marriage in the right direction.</div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="background-color: white; clear: both; font-size: 13.2px;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOiJXrEVRCDJrrfhWHoWC_y3JBTamoFiT1gzqx7emo49oSLhMvtw3PVDqR9WGWs3IVrwt-GNc4FSt7p6j09k69xrFbd6KXpcap3seVLq6s3zrQQuMSPEyqBDGJCYKq3qCaXLAGroi8npT9zi0HxIhdhb-ThPpn10enOJI5XaAi4JmEV68JtnTVndSlNNg/s180/sunday-salon-the.png" style="color: #1cffa6; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="75" data-original-width="180" height="83" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOiJXrEVRCDJrrfhWHoWC_y3JBTamoFiT1gzqx7emo49oSLhMvtw3PVDqR9WGWs3IVrwt-GNc4FSt7p6j09k69xrFbd6KXpcap3seVLq6s3zrQQuMSPEyqBDGJCYKq3qCaXLAGroi8npT9zi0HxIhdhb-ThPpn10enOJI5XaAi4JmEV68JtnTVndSlNNg/w200-h83/sunday-salon-the.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 1px solid rgb(233, 233, 233); box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1) 1px 1px 5px; padding: 5px; position: relative;" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="background-color: white; clear: both; font-size: 13.2px;"><span style="font-family: times;">Deb at </span><a href="https://readerbuzz.blogspot.com/" style="color: #1a8e57; font-family: times; text-decoration-line: none;"><b>Readerbuzz</b></a><span style="font-family: times;"> hosts the Sunday Salon</span></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2991243497567962852.post-47539678848476892192024-02-21T00:01:00.000-05:002024-02-21T00:01:00.131-05:00Do you use emoticons? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglYnp2cptIV-jxs5esq-KdrUOmx1m8fsYsx9uzqZ9JbXUjqIGtKpbT_kkh1r79hf2wrjVcPfkhQWRNjhC1dEzxcdtUcG4TYb1DxE4QaRQu17p2YMG3k551m-Iln8E81jDgPcSe7cQPDDozC8Sd8NRZeWNda_ZQ5gCYX4FCVE-n_QgcfCb2tx4yeFeXsv4/s600/shruggie-at-dennys-2014.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="600" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglYnp2cptIV-jxs5esq-KdrUOmx1m8fsYsx9uzqZ9JbXUjqIGtKpbT_kkh1r79hf2wrjVcPfkhQWRNjhC1dEzxcdtUcG4TYb1DxE4QaRQu17p2YMG3k551m-Iln8E81jDgPcSe7cQPDDozC8Sd8NRZeWNda_ZQ5gCYX4FCVE-n_QgcfCb2tx4yeFeXsv4/s320/shruggie-at-dennys-2014.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhukIfIM7En2toh81FCdIDyB4mtd_IPQCJtj64_lG3MfOwjZ8sqcJPvUH0DuSu0qd-PWno8GNx86EGaR2S3WyViljpPuJiOWQVSH08L0xujMJnqJdlHBlH5N4LoFXIZVlyaeuMiERUqQUfWyYrvLIqfkkASLOY4u4PVk9hWQtgIw3cBK3w9V10svmSdNpk/s950/shruggie-image.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="534" data-original-width="950" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhukIfIM7En2toh81FCdIDyB4mtd_IPQCJtj64_lG3MfOwjZ8sqcJPvUH0DuSu0qd-PWno8GNx86EGaR2S3WyViljpPuJiOWQVSH08L0xujMJnqJdlHBlH5N4LoFXIZVlyaeuMiERUqQUfWyYrvLIqfkkASLOY4u4PVk9hWQtgIw3cBK3w9V10svmSdNpk/s320/shruggie-image.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEC7e5gmLgfmOE5R60DRceoLvCTq2U7Zoiyr9-j7EwyTSR7kAiRQ4AvlaAabYkAxwa_szZWu4BdK9UdBJB8wpTeeo_gTWKoO_VpAFPt83IPtSbPWao4OjxWy2A9sxm9rsQSda-Wijf-nGp9DMURWmzbs3d3YbYwCm2t9C9dztZoifnD5pyGJEAd8YFZAc/s283/shrug-emoticon.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="178" data-original-width="283" height="178" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEC7e5gmLgfmOE5R60DRceoLvCTq2U7Zoiyr9-j7EwyTSR7kAiRQ4AvlaAabYkAxwa_szZWu4BdK9UdBJB8wpTeeo_gTWKoO_VpAFPt83IPtSbPWao4OjxWy2A9sxm9rsQSda-Wijf-nGp9DMURWmzbs3d3YbYwCm2t9C9dztZoifnD5pyGJEAd8YFZAc/s1600/shrug-emoticon.jpg" width="283" /></a></div>I like this shrug emoji <b>¯\_(ツ)_/¯</b> even though I haven't seen it used in several years. The shrug emoji is used to convey a sense of indifference, uncertainty, or a lack of knowledge about a particular topic. It is typically interpreted as a gesture of raising one's shoulders in a nonchalant or "I don't know" manner. Some creative person made it out of French fries on that plate in the top photo.<div><br /><div><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Word of the Day #1</span></b></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">e·mo·ji / iˈmōjē / noun = a small digital image or icon used to express an idea or emotion. Example: "An emoji can liven up a text message or a blog post."</span></div></div></blockquote><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Word of the Day #2</b></span></p></div><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">e·mo·ti·con / əˈmōdəˌkän / noun = a representation of a facial expression such as <b>:-)</b> representing a smile, formed by various combinations of keyboard characters and used to convey the writer's feelings or intended tone. Example: "Use an emoticon such as this smiley face <b>:</b>D to make your feelings clear."</span></div></div></blockquote><div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2991243497567962852.post-46546807368355414492024-02-20T00:01:00.001-05:002024-02-20T00:01:00.241-05:00Book discussion, anyone?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTJnOiLDcpo21u-1Seftko70kRtcGhzPW3q0Jskek1KJUMeDkaBSi1gmySDecXHKzu4hJACOrjCWN5k93Jkz1u3eIHVOaAPNhbEpRNbTZZAkmft0HjsYAdK5_lbHbuPey5GimsHGjrjbs3TdspckwYuyYt33f0O5zkfo3Neef6PwIe-kW7pmhJoTt_vSw/s466/teacher-of-warsaw.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="466" data-original-width="307" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTJnOiLDcpo21u-1Seftko70kRtcGhzPW3q0Jskek1KJUMeDkaBSi1gmySDecXHKzu4hJACOrjCWN5k93Jkz1u3eIHVOaAPNhbEpRNbTZZAkmft0HjsYAdK5_lbHbuPey5GimsHGjrjbs3TdspckwYuyYt33f0O5zkfo3Neef6PwIe-kW7pmhJoTt_vSw/w264-h400/teacher-of-warsaw.jpg" width="264" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>The Teacher of Warsaw</b> ~ by Mario Escobar, 2022, historical fiction, 368 pages</span><div><br /></div><div><div>The start of WWII changed everything in Poland irrevocably — except for one man’s capacity to love. In 1939 on the first of September. 60-year-old Janusz Korczak and the students and teachers at his Dom Sierot Jewish orphanage are outside enjoying a beautiful day in Warsaw. Hours later, their lives are altered forever when the Nazis invade. Suddenly treated as an outcast in his own city, Janusz — a respected leader known for his heroism and teaching — is determined to do whatever it takes to protect the children from the horrors to come.</div><div><br /></div><div>When over four hundred thousand Jewish people are rounded up and forced to live in the 1.3-square-mile walled compound of the Warsaw ghetto, Janusz and his friends take drastic measures to shield the children from disease and starvation. With dignity and courage, the teachers and students of Dom Sierot create their own tiny army of love and bravely prepare to march toward the future — whatever it may hold. This book is a reminder that one person can inspire hope and love in others.</div></div><div><br /></div><div>** Does anybody want to discuss this book with me online? I haven't started reading it yet, and I have a blog where we can carry on our extended conversation. It's called <b>Book Buddies</b>, and it's found <b><a href="https://bookbuddies3.blogspot.com/2024/02/lets-discuss-historical-fiction.html" style="background-color: #fcff01;">HERE</a></b>.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2991243497567962852.post-76429115788111371892024-02-19T15:30:00.003-05:002024-02-19T16:31:31.726-05:00What my friend Joan is currently reading<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7SnnAyKMkHRwVG3ZSO1MfC1SOlY1gYYfcKJS-qEFtjmpghRF0bPURrsjCbNWJp1E1PnSD2i0u-OOb0FiQfvbZ9W4oJB6gl39yz-FCJJwHiVnNWiUvThohrnXFvfE3Jaigz1HxO3Nxy4XIyb6kzNGFlXVVVRDIiH7-eMcOmyBn7rNteDEt9eYJ9xeVTBk/s1280/joan-uda-6-27-15.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="1280" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7SnnAyKMkHRwVG3ZSO1MfC1SOlY1gYYfcKJS-qEFtjmpghRF0bPURrsjCbNWJp1E1PnSD2i0u-OOb0FiQfvbZ9W4oJB6gl39yz-FCJJwHiVnNWiUvThohrnXFvfE3Jaigz1HxO3Nxy4XIyb6kzNGFlXVVVRDIiH7-eMcOmyBn7rNteDEt9eYJ9xeVTBk/w200-h150/joan-uda-6-27-15.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div><b>Book recommendation:</b> I heard about this book earlier today when I called my friend Joan Uda in Montana. I suggested we have lunch "together" by phone, and we talked across the miles as we ate lunch in different states and different time zones. She also suggested a couple of other books, and I told her what I was reading. When we got off the phone, after nearly an hour, I put this book on reserve at my library.</div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvEz6RrZAcZ9B3OsmnqrmibCDdYjeLHeVnJ4af_fak6ooJtJBnpFuRY5H-Z8VZf29BqFtDGpNB48bMZhrxs79g8vu_6IgKnJJ_0SK_QTSjJVhyEYFKoR-5EyTwaBjaRMa-aHZjTIE8_y7zK9s8qFhKncnik9cGPHUQjH8aD6_O1yx7uAgWw3YrmEzFedc/s466/lost-tomb.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="466" data-original-width="309" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvEz6RrZAcZ9B3OsmnqrmibCDdYjeLHeVnJ4af_fak6ooJtJBnpFuRY5H-Z8VZf29BqFtDGpNB48bMZhrxs79g8vu_6IgKnJJ_0SK_QTSjJVhyEYFKoR-5EyTwaBjaRMa-aHZjTIE8_y7zK9s8qFhKncnik9cGPHUQjH8aD6_O1yx7uAgWw3YrmEzFedc/s320/lost-tomb.jpg" width="212" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>The Lost Tomb: And Other Real-Life Stories of Bones, Burials, and Murder</b> ~ by Douglas Preston, (Foreword by David Grann), 2023, true stories, 320 pages</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><div><div>Douglas Preston, author of the bestselling <b>The Lost City of the Monkey God</b>, presents the jaw-dropping discovery of a vast Egyptian tomb containing dozens of sealed burial chambers. What’s it like to be the first to enter an Egyptian burial chamber that’s been sealed for thousands of years? Where might a blocked doorway or newly excavated corridor lead? And what might this stupendous tomb reveal about the most powerful pharaoh in Egyptian history?</div><div><br /></div><div>The book brings together an astonishing and compelling collection of true stories about buried pirate treasure, enigmatic murders, lost tombs, bizarre crimes, archaeological mysteries, and other fascinating tales. Preston broke the story of an extraordinary mass grave of animals killed by the asteroid impact that caused the extinction of the dinosaurs, he explored what lay hidden in the booby-trapped "Money Pit" on Oak Island, and he roamed the haunted hills of Italy in search of the Monster of Florence. In other words, Douglas Preston has written about some of the world’s strangest and most dramatic mysteries.</div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2991243497567962852.post-8093319472066221032024-02-18T06:00:00.007-05:002024-02-21T19:32:41.251-05:00Books for snowy days<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkT0lVgzuymeYhDiy6br17JV9QiUlJZ8z0ApYf2c8HBonpCN41Ew4Fvf3GukSTjR8Ujfe7TSlgsXQkAPGIcZUe_VkDslDy2kZlYd0HteRxj5laWZk_n35RIl9aMNxVQP2LfsiIewNlqmlg4En72z1zNpbxhxsK15FIYtbkxO18FOUsAaME-v1T3rAlqQM/s466/cat-out-of-hell.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="466" data-original-width="293" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkT0lVgzuymeYhDiy6br17JV9QiUlJZ8z0ApYf2c8HBonpCN41Ew4Fvf3GukSTjR8Ujfe7TSlgsXQkAPGIcZUe_VkDslDy2kZlYd0HteRxj5laWZk_n35RIl9aMNxVQP2LfsiIewNlqmlg4En72z1zNpbxhxsK15FIYtbkxO18FOUsAaME-v1T3rAlqQM/s320/cat-out-of-hell.jpg" width="201" /></a></div><b>Cat Out of Hell</b> ~ by Lynn Truss, 2016, cozy animal mystery, 176 pages</div><blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The scene: a cottage on the coast on a windy evening. Inside, a room with curtains drawn. Tea has just been made. A kettle still steams. Under a pool of yellow light, two figures face each other across a kitchen table. A man and a cat. The story about to be related is so unusual yet so plausible that it demands to be told in a single sitting. The man clears his throat, and leans forward, expectant. "Shall we begin?" says the cat.</div></blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh95hGI2H5NTzUOeK5Yc4R3C2F__WUgy7Pj2T_r06WdLVtUkT3EtJk9V4svlNGSJQlgiO9-YbDa2Qf-qxHsGtrZgCsBmZX4QVipqhYea7P8aXePGBmtA7XpLkUc6P76TUR1PNW8NRlu4ZiMGUftbouXEtTR8j3awg5Rm201m8GEhcJlwQ-h_hzeGBEpCBA/s800/chattanooga-1966-snow-by-sam-hall.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="550" data-original-width="800" height="220" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh95hGI2H5NTzUOeK5Yc4R3C2F__WUgy7Pj2T_r06WdLVtUkT3EtJk9V4svlNGSJQlgiO9-YbDa2Qf-qxHsGtrZgCsBmZX4QVipqhYea7P8aXePGBmtA7XpLkUc6P76TUR1PNW8NRlu4ZiMGUftbouXEtTR8j3awg5Rm201m8GEhcJlwQ-h_hzeGBEpCBA/s320/chattanooga-1966-snow-by-sam-hall.jpg" width="320" /></a></div></div><div>Sam Hall posted this 1966 snow photo on his Chattanooga history page: <a href="https://chattanoogahistory.com/rememberwhen.php"><b style="background-color: #fcff01;">Remember When</b></a>. I was looking out my window in St. Louis at the 7-8 inches of snow that had fallen the day before when I chanced on Sam's historical photo. In 1966, I lived on Signal Mountain, north of the Tennessee River at Chattanooga. So I'm sure I had even more snow than this downtown area had. The mountains always get more snow.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="background-color: white;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi73vLH15g6ipZlG_iL03WPBZlTrRKzKjqAIT-dg71QiOlWbAm2pDdxakdOUSq2ngfqJbFxoN5i5862G-laz09SR1AK9V5PIbTfZuzv8ghopjpto1LBKELMmEgJa2TR5cUnOz6SZjGgIvcHMszHBqmt2RU_xHqIkjG8Dw0ZXbS0TkWXpLThdGyK4M1Kd-Y/s445/measure-of-a-man.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="445" data-original-width="269" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi73vLH15g6ipZlG_iL03WPBZlTrRKzKjqAIT-dg71QiOlWbAm2pDdxakdOUSq2ngfqJbFxoN5i5862G-laz09SR1AK9V5PIbTfZuzv8ghopjpto1LBKELMmEgJa2TR5cUnOz6SZjGgIvcHMszHBqmt2RU_xHqIkjG8Dw0ZXbS0TkWXpLThdGyK4M1Kd-Y/w121-h200/measure-of-a-man.jpg" width="121" /></a></div>When I wrote about M. L. King's book <b>The Measure of a Man</b> (</span><b><a href="https://bonniesbooks.blogspot.com/2024/02/another-book-for-black-history-month.html" style="background-color: #fcff01;">HERE</a></b><span><span style="background-color: white;">), </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; text-align: center;">Deb </span><span style="background-color: white;">commented: "I wonder how MLK, Jr. defines the three dimensions. I think I understand length." This is what I learned in reading the book:</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><ol><li>LENGTH = being concerned about self and how long we live (looking in)</li><li>BREADTH = being concerned about others (looking around)</li><li>HEIGHT = being concerned about God (looking up)</li></ol><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOiJXrEVRCDJrrfhWHoWC_y3JBTamoFiT1gzqx7emo49oSLhMvtw3PVDqR9WGWs3IVrwt-GNc4FSt7p6j09k69xrFbd6KXpcap3seVLq6s3zrQQuMSPEyqBDGJCYKq3qCaXLAGroi8npT9zi0HxIhdhb-ThPpn10enOJI5XaAi4JmEV68JtnTVndSlNNg/s180/sunday-salon-the.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="75" data-original-width="180" height="83" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOiJXrEVRCDJrrfhWHoWC_y3JBTamoFiT1gzqx7emo49oSLhMvtw3PVDqR9WGWs3IVrwt-GNc4FSt7p6j09k69xrFbd6KXpcap3seVLq6s3zrQQuMSPEyqBDGJCYKq3qCaXLAGroi8npT9zi0HxIhdhb-ThPpn10enOJI5XaAi4JmEV68JtnTVndSlNNg/w200-h83/sunday-salon-the.png" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">Deb at </span><a href="https://readerbuzz.blogspot.com/" style="color: #1a8e57; font-family: times; text-decoration-line: none;"><b>Readerbuzz</b></a><span style="font-family: times;"> hosts the Sunday Salon</span></div></div></div></div></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2991243497567962852.post-10124032502310709922024-02-16T00:01:00.026-05:002024-02-16T00:01:00.135-05:00Another book for Black History Month<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilLS5sKufRQ2Ohh0tGVsl7_5mwrlToCiDLpRN3tL__bbUkeDr2PnHWvFA3OqaPW0-O40vNsqx6A9Qy7uRzhqoq2pu225B06EIfS-vzTGbq8xHBz52WThQ1vPy342Tvs9VvLA9RN_37TZ_XSXNCMLLiQEeRxBNAM1XBD3sF1_9Qkn8hHgD7Qz32UnJdDW4/s445/measure-of-a-man.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="445" data-original-width="269" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilLS5sKufRQ2Ohh0tGVsl7_5mwrlToCiDLpRN3tL__bbUkeDr2PnHWvFA3OqaPW0-O40vNsqx6A9Qy7uRzhqoq2pu225B06EIfS-vzTGbq8xHBz52WThQ1vPy342Tvs9VvLA9RN_37TZ_XSXNCMLLiQEeRxBNAM1XBD3sF1_9Qkn8hHgD7Qz32UnJdDW4/w241-h400/measure-of-a-man.jpg" width="241" /></a></div><div style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Beginning</span></div><div><blockquote><span style="font-family: inherit;">The question "What is man?" is one of the most important questions confronting any generation. The whole political, social, and economic structure of a society is largely determined by its answer to this pressing question.</span></blockquote></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>The Measure of a Man</b> ~ by Martin Luther King Jr., 2001, nonfiction, 56 pages</span><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">These two meditations contain the theological roots of MLK's political and social philosophy of nonviolent activism. In supporting reconciliation, Dr. King outlines human worth based on scripture, encouraging the reader to know each person has worth, rational ability, and an invitation to fellowship with the Creator. In addition, he explains the three dimensions of life (length, breadth, and height) must all be present and working harmoniously in order for life to be complete as an individual and as a community. Black and white photos from Dr. King's life and one of his simple prayers round out this short book.</span></div></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPR4xkL4cwERrmjx1fVddmyqa4akqdIoEnAr_8Bl_UMwJBMzhr3jnQGNftqfZZnltg50Gd2_vDAYUIy1_Go6IYNAhDG9vt3bwoj8zzTdAGsft6gtMKmZGzrSEYETTTNh9QLAAgWWY_9BY/s240/book-beginnings.png" style="background-color: white; color: #1cffa6; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px; font-weight: 400; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="120" data-original-width="240" height="100" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPR4xkL4cwERrmjx1fVddmyqa4akqdIoEnAr_8Bl_UMwJBMzhr3jnQGNftqfZZnltg50Gd2_vDAYUIy1_Go6IYNAhDG9vt3bwoj8zzTdAGsft6gtMKmZGzrSEYETTTNh9QLAAgWWY_9BY/w200-h100/book-beginnings.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 1px solid rgb(233, 233, 233); box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1) 1px 1px 5px; padding: 5px; position: relative;" width="200" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin49WjEJgaYWK1tdBgQM7ytkyZ73Mxc-kbupZrtwSIikY7imuWAUnKKniQ1lEH8M7H4DYQSilwKhiF0wBMjpw6edbE1y60Z-hD8C8miotjNEES2PUlWQoLR7bDfLYGuf1bgGZCbbb0THV1tfb_-oqpylLVLylZ4y6S81mXMxc_eyvybohdRS2JcEDw0XM/s300/black-history-month.png" style="background-color: white; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="168" data-original-width="300" height="112" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin49WjEJgaYWK1tdBgQM7ytkyZ73Mxc-kbupZrtwSIikY7imuWAUnKKniQ1lEH8M7H4DYQSilwKhiF0wBMjpw6edbE1y60Z-hD8C8miotjNEES2PUlWQoLR7bDfLYGuf1bgGZCbbb0THV1tfb_-oqpylLVLylZ4y6S81mXMxc_eyvybohdRS2JcEDw0XM/w200-h112/black-history-month.png" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="background-color: white; clear: both; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px; font-weight: 400;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Gilion at <b><a href="https://www.rosecityreader.com/" style="color: #1a8e57; text-decoration-line: none;">Rose City Reader</a> </b>hosts Book Beginnings on Fridays.</span></p></div></div></div></b></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2991243497567962852.post-25057775827073872032024-02-15T00:01:00.246-05:002024-02-15T01:11:23.756-05:00Thoughts about tragedies ~ but also about fun<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFSbHyf9GXRwp6u76B60lGtLi5csr8LSnjarvSmgcXX-z9T4hqwi4GYZw17lPZQ5w1DdXagBi0Msusx_NI_HE1LGjQHticzSBFKxiVGVwNDlQEjzmC2zxDuQGRYPKMFrOFRurkfHndLFotAL7DFR-kDD8N-DIqBHM9Do8uIUetOFaDDi7Uihl9WRV1X8o/s274/pearl-harbor-12-7-1941.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="184" data-original-width="274" height="215" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFSbHyf9GXRwp6u76B60lGtLi5csr8LSnjarvSmgcXX-z9T4hqwi4GYZw17lPZQ5w1DdXagBi0Msusx_NI_HE1LGjQHticzSBFKxiVGVwNDlQEjzmC2zxDuQGRYPKMFrOFRurkfHndLFotAL7DFR-kDD8N-DIqBHM9Do8uIUetOFaDDi7Uihl9WRV1X8o/w320-h215/pearl-harbor-12-7-1941.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Pearl Harbor was attacked on December 7, 1941. I was a one-and-a-half-year-old toddler. My daddy was eventually drafted and shipped to the Pacific; I remember standing on the sofa to wave out the window as he left.<div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgThFs9O6NUzllQGEmhRcwHWr4wg5RKEHgoVlhKaR9W53rgOyNLuk7FZSOsoPga2YO21BwNv1bjFRiWh5HR_WptDwmOBlTy44zYXWLrxnEUSXyk-94QOw6gNPOUmj7LzyoVtAUcq2C9HitdwspC5T4d4nbUTYxSHjucw-7Z7nYkruAiIVd15lpUBgNMPIw/s273/JFK-assassination-11-22-13.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="185" data-original-width="273" height="217" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgThFs9O6NUzllQGEmhRcwHWr4wg5RKEHgoVlhKaR9W53rgOyNLuk7FZSOsoPga2YO21BwNv1bjFRiWh5HR_WptDwmOBlTy44zYXWLrxnEUSXyk-94QOw6gNPOUmj7LzyoVtAUcq2C9HitdwspC5T4d4nbUTYxSHjucw-7Z7nYkruAiIVd15lpUBgNMPIw/w320-h217/JFK-assassination-11-22-13.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>The JFK assassination occurred on November 22, 1963, when I was the mother of three small children. My youngest was born earlier that year.</div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7JBOBrdvHgGpjVdJc4SUTaMMIhQiWpm_mKykQ4I3aqQjO5-J2jbzaw768laaSrLy7t76r_1dRPzVywbspD3pZVSNGr4TSK7_DAcX4FPrbbQghjR3TMRIC4WrQgi9Sk0QYXWFScKrN26yZzLsao6RZPlZeR3LlC1iE-NOLQD31Z9tTvstxcr-_i3g7JyU/s400/twin-towers-hit-by-planes-9-11-2001.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="225" data-original-width="400" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7JBOBrdvHgGpjVdJc4SUTaMMIhQiWpm_mKykQ4I3aqQjO5-J2jbzaw768laaSrLy7t76r_1dRPzVywbspD3pZVSNGr4TSK7_DAcX4FPrbbQghjR3TMRIC4WrQgi9Sk0QYXWFScKrN26yZzLsao6RZPlZeR3LlC1iE-NOLQD31Z9tTvstxcr-_i3g7JyU/w320-h180/twin-towers-hit-by-planes-9-11-2001.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>The Twin Towers came down on September 11, 2001 (that's 9-11), a few months before I retired. Each of these was "a date which will live in infamy..." as FDR said in 1941. And all of these happened in my lifetime.</div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvqOFSEEsRb4rFK4CLeD4wCxd4rgI5BX18iaqQsYMoRUdjNJNWMEpcS164qMt68X46xXedGcTM4Y7Lr7x7LhAbX8_MCF_JhVDx05Tjv776DY3y6TEv6V3uPuJ-aEgh-F4tor2IEVknPmfN63ONjmlct7k2TS50ovnxyTVz5BFrQJ2fZ55cW2x90fFbUHI/s466/gentleman-gentle-man-book.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="466" data-original-width="284" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvqOFSEEsRb4rFK4CLeD4wCxd4rgI5BX18iaqQsYMoRUdjNJNWMEpcS164qMt68X46xXedGcTM4Y7Lr7x7LhAbX8_MCF_JhVDx05Tjv776DY3y6TEv6V3uPuJ-aEgh-F4tor2IEVknPmfN63ONjmlct7k2TS50ovnxyTVz5BFrQJ2fZ55cW2x90fFbUHI/w122-h200/gentleman-gentle-man-book.jpg" width="122" /></a></div><b>Greg Freeman: A Gentleman, A Gentle Man</b> ~ by Greg Freeman, 2003, newspaper columns, 191 pages</div><div><br /></div><div>Why am I thinking about these dates? I had just read Greg Freeman's column (p. 138) that was published on September 12th, when our whole country was still focused on the two planes hitting the world's tallest buildings: "Tragedies like this stay with us the rest of our lives. For one generation, that tragedy was Pearl Harbor. For another generation, it was the assassination of President John F. Kennedy. For this generation, Sept. 11, 2001, is a date that will live in infamy."</div><div></div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQmg07Bk17rSy5JXqrQ8EZAzDcQHZ4XouWQ3NORRyl8mpF63vqrffQW5icRLxORXwSpWpOZQBmyQ9Ag4addpEoJY0KlstH4esi1SSCcbhwgBfyTGQ2QTJBw410H3TRLn6k6OnBOEPajT0VXhXourMx72iUXEq53gHOBnb5u-Uvw96bqrFG4mJa_lPQ_9M/s960/galentines-day-definition.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="960" height="160" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQmg07Bk17rSy5JXqrQ8EZAzDcQHZ4XouWQ3NORRyl8mpF63vqrffQW5icRLxORXwSpWpOZQBmyQ9Ag4addpEoJY0KlstH4esi1SSCcbhwgBfyTGQ2QTJBw410H3TRLn6k6OnBOEPajT0VXhXourMx72iUXEq53gHOBnb5u-Uvw96bqrFG4mJa_lPQ_9M/s320/galentines-day-definition.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Tuesday was <b>Gal</b>entine's Day, a day that is now also called <b>Pal</b>entine's Day. Some of my friends met in the Circle@Crown Café. People drifted in and out, so I don't have an exact number of attendees to report. But we sat around tables, talking and laughing. Several women from the office joined us.</div><div><br /></div><div><div>Amy Poehler’s <b>Parks and Recreation</b> character, Leslie Knope, invented the holiday in 2010 to celebrate sisterhood one day before Valentine’s Day every February — and fans are still toasting their gal pals annually. Read about it <b><a href="https://www.yahoo.com/entertainment/best-galentine-day-moments-parks-203047523.html" style="background-color: #fcff01;">HERE</a></b>, and there's also a video on that site so you can see the best Galentine’s Day moments in that show.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFp2Rhn3l5WO8AqLmAZB1rI45HmDOkgosOykwMywNvp82_HNRMb0KB_wnEZAK1isqRtHkpW9P1jgVRleKNa2VEfJTudv3UKPL289LD5DBAIEHgDF6GBacMgigLDSOcmDOB1NmemvT_7IlRKWcJE6GClcER7Tkho1UIdYP789DfTq4nHauLdTfWBng8YBA/s489/thursday-thoughts-green-leaves.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="430" data-original-width="489" height="176" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFp2Rhn3l5WO8AqLmAZB1rI45HmDOkgosOykwMywNvp82_HNRMb0KB_wnEZAK1isqRtHkpW9P1jgVRleKNa2VEfJTudv3UKPL289LD5DBAIEHgDF6GBacMgigLDSOcmDOB1NmemvT_7IlRKWcJE6GClcER7Tkho1UIdYP789DfTq4nHauLdTfWBng8YBA/w200-h176/thursday-thoughts-green-leaves.jpg" width="200" /></a></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2991243497567962852.post-25281604807861304452024-02-14T00:01:00.214-05:002024-02-14T00:01:00.123-05:00Road, rode, rowed<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif68QeJJWhivMzFrywZeJymL6rczvpy4gbyQsiBkZAA_IiIjUn88uz-ER0P-wAxlZ-wE24sY5uBrZUYWa2m0zwVMmvmiQzg5vFYH9fSJJcs6zUW3WuVjoj_bIkUi4k2n2l57l9Mx5e9dVC7qxPLLxtit9c4glTSFnzW3qpsIetNn3Hh1tefczQymwHj6s/s246/lawn-tractor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="205" data-original-width="246" height="205" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif68QeJJWhivMzFrywZeJymL6rczvpy4gbyQsiBkZAA_IiIjUn88uz-ER0P-wAxlZ-wE24sY5uBrZUYWa2m0zwVMmvmiQzg5vFYH9fSJJcs6zUW3WuVjoj_bIkUi4k2n2l57l9Mx5e9dVC7qxPLLxtit9c4glTSFnzW3qpsIetNn3Hh1tefczQymwHj6s/s1600/lawn-tractor.jpg" width="246" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyWvV7NkbGdog-SssaGS-STfzKqS8DYni4bt92BQWH7LE0YsglvqFVk96sC73WUoMpTNS_8MRf2pWluVW5_hIUcfVEKm2eu-sVqe4TG8y204MnzmYHt-abCpe1ubrdCf5GXZQTlrmLI0Lk7HeHo0LRduNAC4FEqVWZASfWF6sDn57Tp-DyukjfTCBfs0I/s500/trevelyn-zander.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="460" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyWvV7NkbGdog-SssaGS-STfzKqS8DYni4bt92BQWH7LE0YsglvqFVk96sC73WUoMpTNS_8MRf2pWluVW5_hIUcfVEKm2eu-sVqe4TG8y204MnzmYHt-abCpe1ubrdCf5GXZQTlrmLI0Lk7HeHo0LRduNAC4FEqVWZASfWF6sDn57Tp-DyukjfTCBfs0I/w184-h200/trevelyn-zander.jpg" width="184" /></a><br /></div><span style="font-family: times;">I was reading <b>Greg Freeman: A Gentleman, A Gentle Man</b> (2003, newspaper columns by Greg Freeman, 191 pages). On pages 132-134, he wrote about Trevelyn Zander, a man who began a coast-to-coast trip in 1999 — on a lawn tractor. He pulled a small trailer that said, "Help mow down prostate cancer with research and education."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Trevelyn had been diagnosed with prostate cancer a couple of years earlier, had his prostate removed, and wanted to raise money for research and education. That's the photo of him I found with his obituary; he died in November 2022 at the age of 95. He lived over two decades more.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">So why am I sharing that particular story? Because donors who gave $500 would get a T-shirt saying, "I know a guy who road a lawn tractor coast to coast." Read that quote again, if you missed the homophone.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><b><span style="font-family: times;">Word of the Day</span></b></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;">homophone /ˈhoʊməfoʊn / noun = a word that sounds the same as another word but has a different meaning and/or spelling. Examples: "Flour" and "flower" are homophones because they are pronounced the same, but you can’t bake a cake using daffodils. Other examples are write and right, meet and meat, peace and piece, bare and bear.</span></div></blockquote><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">You have to listen to the context to know which word someone means if homophones are spoken aloud. If they say they like your jeans (genes?), they’re probably talking about your pants and not your height and eye color, but you would have to figure it out from the situation.</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: times;">Credit: "Homophone." Dictionary, <a href="http://Vocabulary.com"><b style="background-color: #fcff01;">Vocabulary.com</b></a>. Accessed 13 Feb. 2024.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Back to the fellow on the lawn tractor. Yes, he "<b>rode</b>" a lawn tractor, but he did it on the "<b>road</b>." You know how I love playing with words, and I immediately thought of a third word that sounds the same: "<b>rowed</b>." I have no idea what kind of lawn tractor the man had, but there's an example of a more recent one at the top. Should I also show you a boat being "rowed"? Okay, here's a man rowing a dinghy:</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyiKOYa5F1YpEfHj1uXSbY0lstN_NoFE1HaxNS8-HFanRNdHXtlUa2VZEpvr_dXP59i3e5uN-K1YzECIT1M0Pn-LDPoEe8ZpxMJwDBwbghyphenhyphenwNjD0WXOqI5XpZiriT-k4pAGtAfRm13QdGlbGNQJqZRX8fGh3MwOrevmOyrbDAamH57iV3LJH6Ce647Nkc/s265/rowing-a-dinghy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="190" data-original-width="265" height="190" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyiKOYa5F1YpEfHj1uXSbY0lstN_NoFE1HaxNS8-HFanRNdHXtlUa2VZEpvr_dXP59i3e5uN-K1YzECIT1M0Pn-LDPoEe8ZpxMJwDBwbghyphenhyphenwNjD0WXOqI5XpZiriT-k4pAGtAfRm13QdGlbGNQJqZRX8fGh3MwOrevmOyrbDAamH57iV3LJH6Ce647Nkc/s1600/rowing-a-dinghy.jpg" width="265" /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0