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Helen and Teacher
The Story of my Life
Wednesday, April 22, 2015
From One of My Honor Societies
I have belonged to Phi Bet Kappa since College; don't agree with them on everything, but their latest newsletter has some interesting things in it:
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Tuesday, April 21, 2015
Miss Charlotte Bronte meets Miss Barbara Pym: The Wolves of Willoughby Chase
Miss Charlotte Bronte meets Miss Barbara Pym: The Wolves of Willoughby Chase: Before there was The Hunger Games, V for Vendetta, Little Brother, and the whole host of YA and adult dystopic novels, there was Joan Aiken&...
Monday, April 20, 2015
An Apologia for Countess Erzebet Bathory: Brief Review of "Wolf Hall."
An Apologia for Countess Erzebet Bathory: Brief Review of "Wolf Hall.": Personally, I have not read either of the books the series is based on, but I will say the acting is very good, as are the costumes, and rea...
More interesting reading, Kimberly Craft's Letters of Erzebet Bathory. Too bad we don't have many letters left of Anne Boleyn; most were destroyed, and Anne was left out of Ives' History of England, 1543. The only Anne Boleyn named was her Aunt.
Photo is from Lady Antonia Fraser, Dolls, doll belonging to Alica Boleyn, Anne's niece.
More interesting reading, Kimberly Craft's Letters of Erzebet Bathory. Too bad we don't have many letters left of Anne Boleyn; most were destroyed, and Anne was left out of Ives' History of England, 1543. The only Anne Boleyn named was her Aunt.
Photo is from Lady Antonia Fraser, Dolls, doll belonging to Alica Boleyn, Anne's niece.
Sunday, April 12, 2015
Newsletter Doll Collecting because Dolls Create Memories, too
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An Apologia for Countess Erzebet Bathory: Wolf Hall
An Apologia for Countess Erzebet Bathory: Wolf Hall: Earlier this week was "Inside the Court of Henry VIII", which was fascinating. The Phone interrupted, as always, but I caught a g...
Tuesday, April 7, 2015
Memory, the Mother of the Muses
With so much personal and family loss facing me this year, I draw on lots of memories to sustain me. Watching older family members become forgetful, and in one case, sinking into dementia itself, is painful, albeit they are well into their 80s. Everyone else tells me to remember the good days, and even the one suffering dementia tells me cherish the wonderful memories I have of my late mother. Indeed, this is why we "memoir." To remember, so that we are not truly gone. We comfort ourselves with the idea that if we remember someone who has died, they are not really gone, not as long as we can remember them, and share memories of them.
The flip side is the grim reality another acquaintance pointed out on his radio show last week, that when someone dies, he is gone, and when we who remember them die, he is ultimately erased. I hate to think that is true, but I suppose it is. When I am gone, who will care about the memoirs I have written and the photo albums and keepsakes of my family I have so carefully preserved? When my dad dies, who will realize, besides me, that the worn bar of soap he keeps in a plastic bag, preserved in his dresser, was the last one my mother used? Who will understand that the near empty bottle of Secret I keep on MY dresser, was hers?
If it didn't matter, why do so many of us keep these things? Even the totally unsentimental among us keep letters from deceased loved one's, photos, now creased and worn from being carried in old wallets.
For those who are snooty, arrogant, holier than thous who reply, "I have my memories, I don't need things!" I have to ask, "what will you do when your memory fades way, thought by though, image by image, dripping like drops from a leaky faucet, and the only crutch you have to bring to life those loved ones is a dried flower, an old Teddy, a worn photo album>
Grim thoughts on a cold, spring day. With sun and light come happier thoughts.
The flip side is the grim reality another acquaintance pointed out on his radio show last week, that when someone dies, he is gone, and when we who remember them die, he is ultimately erased. I hate to think that is true, but I suppose it is. When I am gone, who will care about the memoirs I have written and the photo albums and keepsakes of my family I have so carefully preserved? When my dad dies, who will realize, besides me, that the worn bar of soap he keeps in a plastic bag, preserved in his dresser, was the last one my mother used? Who will understand that the near empty bottle of Secret I keep on MY dresser, was hers?
If it didn't matter, why do so many of us keep these things? Even the totally unsentimental among us keep letters from deceased loved one's, photos, now creased and worn from being carried in old wallets.
For those who are snooty, arrogant, holier than thous who reply, "I have my memories, I don't need things!" I have to ask, "what will you do when your memory fades way, thought by though, image by image, dripping like drops from a leaky faucet, and the only crutch you have to bring to life those loved ones is a dried flower, an old Teddy, a worn photo album>
Grim thoughts on a cold, spring day. With sun and light come happier thoughts.
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