Thursday, May 31, 2012
Miss Charlotte Bronte meets Miss Barbara Pym: March Meeting of the Pym Society: Greetings! The 2012 North American conference in March was a huge success, with record attendance and lots of new faces joining the regular...
Wednesday, May 23, 2012
Dr. E's Doll Museum Blog: The Woman in Black and Dolls: I finally got my copy of this long awaited DVD. Since I read Hill's novel, I have thought of few other films, only Dark Shadows, which I...
Miss Charlotte Bronte meets Miss Barbara Pym: To an Athlete Dying Young: For my friend, Steve: Well, two weeks and $400 later I am once again feeling much better; how clear everything looks after a good night's s...
Sunday, May 20, 2012
Miss Charlotte Bronte meets Miss Barbara Pym: In Memoriam Anne Boleyn May 19th: Every year I mention her; she's fascinated me since I was 8 or 9. The cruelty of her fate, the saddness in her life, the isolation and fear...
Saturday, May 19, 2012
To An Athlete Dying Young by A. E. Housman The time you won your town the race We chaired you through the market-place; Man and boy stood cheering by, And home we brought you shoulder-high. To-day, the road all runners come, Shoulder-high we bring you home, And set you at your threshold down, Townsman of a stiller town. Smart lad, to slip betimes away From fields where glory does not stay, And early though the laurel grows It withers quicker than the rose. Eyes the shady night has shut Cannot see the record cut, And silence sounds no worse than cheers After earth has stopped the ears: Now you will not swell the rout Of lads that wore their honours out, Runners whom renown outran And the name died before the man. So set, before its echoes fade, The fleet foot on the sill of shade, And hold to the low lintel up The still-defended challenge-cup. And round that early-laurelled head Will flock to gaze the strengthless dead, And find unwithered on its curls The garland briefer than a girl's.
Later today, we have our Book Launch Party for this book. I Hope it goes well; don't know if I'll be there; I can barely talk and am sick with acid reflux, caused by who knows what? Friday was a trying day of funerals, vistiations, palace intrique, and one unruly person who dared threaten me. She needs to get a life.
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
Monday, May 7, 2012
Tuesday, May 1, 2012
Both of Us is Ryan O'Neal's new memoir about his life with Farrah Fawcett. It goes without saying that much of this book will be a sad story. O'Neal was on The Today Show this morning, which you can find archived on MSNBC.com. He was very sad, and not in good health. The interview was poignant and pathetic, and given all the problems with this children, he seemed a broken man in more ways than one, as if he has reprised his role as Oliver for the worst. Farrah Fawcett fascinated me, and I loved both of them in their sitcom, Good Sports. I wish I could see it again; will try YouTube or Netflix. Enjoy the Read; always looking for suggestions. My memory of the day involves May Day, and the baskets we made of woven construction papers. I wove them for my mother, and filled them with violets. We would leave them at the door, ring the bell, and run. I had a friend who made them and included cloth flowers made of calico and wire. Making bouquets is a lost art; when we were kids, little girsl were full of ideas for flowers and we loved them. We caught bugs and kept them for pets in jars with holes punched in the lids, and then set them free. We couldn't wait to get outside to play circle ball and dodge ball. Does anyone play statues any more? They way everyone is plugged in, will we even have memoirs to write?