Archive for the ‘Children's books’ Category
Posted in Books, Children's books, Famous and infamous, Historical, Holidays, Nature/animals, Quotes, tagged Brother Eagle Sister Sky, Chief Seattle's letter, Earth Day, Susan Jeffers on Wednesday, April 22, 2015 | 11 Comments »
Posted in Books, Children's books, Food, Just for fun, Quotes, tagged comfort food, Kenneth Grahame, The Wind in the Willows, Toad from The Wind in the Willows, toasty mornings on Sunday, January 18, 2015 | 20 Comments »
“When the girl returned, some hours later, she carried a tray, with a cup of fragrant tea steaming on it; and a plate piled up with very hot buttered toast, cut thick, very brown on both sides, with the butter running through the holes in great golden drops, like honey from the honeycomb. The smell of that buttered toast simply talked to Toad, and with no uncertain voice; talked of warm kitchens, of breakfasts on bright frosty mornings, of cosy parlour firesides on winter evenings, when one’s ramble was over and slippered feet were propped on the fender, of the purring of contented cats, and the twitter of sleepy canaries.”
― Kenneth Grahame, The Wind in the Willows
Posted in Books, Children's books, Poetry, tagged Aimless Love by Billy Collins, Beatrix Potter, Billy Collins, poetry by Billy Collins, The Country by Billy Collins, The Tailor of Gloucester on Friday, February 7, 2014 | 14 Comments »
I wondered about you
when you told me never to leave
a box of wooden, strike-anywhere matches
lying around the house because the mice
might get into them and start a fire.
But your face was absolutely straight
when you twisted the lid down on the round tin
where the matches, you said, are always stowed.
Who could sleep that night?
Who could whisk away the thought
of the one unlikely mouse
padding along a cold water pipe
behind the floral wallpaper
gripping a single wooden match
between the needles of his teeth?
Who could not see him rounding a corner,
the blue tip scratching against a rough-hewn beam,
the sudden flare, and the creature
for one bright, shining moment
suddenly thrust ahead of his time—
now a fire-starter, now a torchbearer
in a forgotten ritual, little brown druid
illuminating some ancient night.
Who could fail to notice,
lit up in the blazing insulation,
the tiny looks of wonderment on the faces
of his fellow mice, onetime inhabitants
of what once was your house in the country?
Posted in Books, Children's books, Historical, Holidays, tagged A Lantern in her Hand, Bess Streeter Aldrich, Christmas books, It's a Wonderful Life, Journey Into Christmas, Journey Into Christmas by Bess Streeter Aldrich, M.C. Beaton A Highland Christmas, One Christmas by Truman Capote, Philip Van Doren Stern, The Uncommon Reader by Alan Bennett, Truman Capote on Monday, January 6, 2014 | 19 Comments »
Christmastide flowed gently here on the Cutoff, and we now find ourselves at Epiphany. I’m sure the three “wiseguys” would not have travelled through so many feet of snow and double digit, negative, temperatures to bring their honorable gifts. I started this post nearly a week ago, and here I am, revising it yet again before it goes out on the virtual waves of blogdom.
Our Christmastide activities were somewhat restricted as Tom recovered from surgery, however, we were gifted with more time to enjoy our decorations, holiday music, movies and the gentle solitude for much of the season.
Personally, I have had more time to read mid-afternoon, teacup in hand, a Christmas cookie swiftly disintegrating into crumbs down my sweater. Somehow, the trappings about me seemed softer, my angel collection sweeter, and the smallest moments crisper.
I had time to peruse my collection of Christmas books at a more leisurely length, enjoying lush volumes with holiday decorations and traditions, reading the treasures of children’s books accrued, and revisiting longtime favorites, such as “One Christmas”, Truman Capote’s memoirs of a childhood Christmas and Philip Van Doren Stern’s “The Greatest Gift”, upon which my favorite movie, “It’s a Wonderful Life”, was based. If you haven’t discovered either of these gems, you must put them wherever all good book lists go, perhaps in abeyance for next December.
M. C. Beaton kept me entertained, as only she can, with a light Hamish MacBeth Christmas mystery, “A Highland Christmas”, and I managed to rip through Alan Bennett’s delicious novella, “The Uncommon Reader”, which was a Christmas gift. Have you read this charming and funny story about how the Queen upsets the well-ordered royal apple cart when she starts spending all her time reading? Not known for literary pursuits, her staff, the prime minister, and the Bishop of Canterbury don’t know what to make of her and measures are, um, taken.
I’ve also enjoyed Bess Streeter Aldrich’s collection of short stories, “Journey Into Christmas”, which I first discovered through Nan’s blog, Letters from a Hill Farm. You can find her post about it here. Do wander around her blog where she writes about books, poetry, life on their farm, and often posts the best recipes.
“Journey Into Christmas” was a present one Christmas. I enjoyed some of the stories then, but this year I delved deeper into this collection of homespun stories of simpler times and the soul of Christmas. I was so moved by one of Bess Aldrich’s stories about a family’s hard times at Christmas on the prairie and how the characters made “the best of it” that off to the library I went on New Year’s Eve day to check out her novel, “A Lantern in her Hand”. I ended up returning home with four of Aldrich’s books, which include two volumes of her short stories and essays.
The novel, “A Lantern in her Hand” is based on Aldrich’s own family stories of homesteading on the Nebraska prairie. It brings to mind the Little House books, which you know how much I love. As I sit here, finishing up a post that has taken a pilgrimage of time to publish, I am warm and safe in our home amid this deep freeze we, and much of the United States, are in. Our shelves and freezer are full. We have any number of ways of communication at our fingertips, one of which I am employing right now. These are factual stories of a time that seems simpler, but, of course, really were not. I can only imagine the loneliness that must have hung over so many during the devastating winters of the early 1870’s, and truly admire the determination and pure grit that came to be known as the pioneering spirit.
I’ve not minded this gentle flowing Christmastide, with my Tom and my books and my comfort. I’ll hang on to it for a few more days.
Have you read any stories by Bess Streeter Aldrich?
Do you have a favorite or new Christmastide read?
Posted in Books, Children's books, Historical, tagged Air Transport Auxiliary, Code Name Verity, Elizabeth Wein, female aviators in WWII, ferry pilots during WWII, Special Operations Executive, wireless operators in WWII on Tuesday, October 1, 2013 | 19 Comments »
“Code Name Verity” by Elizabeth Wein, is a masterpiece of historical fiction, deceptively categorized as Young Adult fiction. It begins “I AM A COWARD” as Verity writes on pieces of paper from a once elegant French hotel, now Gestapo headquarters, where she is being held and tortured after the plane she was ferried in crashes in a French field. It is the fall of 1943. To stay alive, Verity, a wireless operator, is penning British code secrets. Each secret she exposes gives her back an article of clothing. She is shunned by other prisoners as she tells her story, Under the watchful eyes of Fräulein Engel, who must translate her writing into German, Verity buys time before her eminent execution, as she weaves a tale of friendship with Maddie, the dead pilot.
Verity, aka Queenie, and Maddie have a friendship unlikely in 1943. Verity has royal blood dating back to Mary Queen of Scots and William Wallace. Her life has been one of culture and finishing schools. Maddie is the daughter of immigrant Russian Jews. She can dismantle an engine, and put it back together; a precise mechanic who dreams of becoming a pilot. One girl becomes a secret agent, the other becomes an aviator, ferrying spies and resistance fighters. It is their friendship that gives them hope and the strength to do what needs to be done. That friendship made me laugh, gasp and it made me cry as much as it made me marvel at the human spirit.
The first half of the book is told through Verity/Queenie’s writing, which begins first on the hotel stationery, then on recipe cards, musical scores, even on prescription pads that bear the name of a Jewish doctor. Through her writing, Verity gives away war secrets as she tells her and Maddie’s story. She also, almost casually, comments on the torture she is subjected to, or of the torture to others that she is forced to witness. With very little description, the horrors of being a prisoner of war are revealed.
Abruptly, Verity’s story ends, and another’s begins, picking up the pace, revealing all manner of clues that were always in Verity’s writing. To tell you much more would be to expose the whole story. It is the one conundrum that almost every review I read about “Code Name Verity” expresses. This is a tightly wound tale – and you will not realize how tight it is until this point in the book. I simply could not put it down, so riveted was I to these pages.
I wish there was a different way to categorize books in the young adult category. YA covers anything between the ages of 12 – 18, though I’ve seen the category go up to 25. That is huge range of skill, knowledge, reading maturity, and it is so confusing. “Code Name Verity” will be found in the young adult section of your library. Don’t be fooled. While it is aimed at readers younger than perhaps you or I, it is a book that is very much for adults as well. It is in paperback, and, depending on where you call home, has several different dust jackets. I did not like the one pictured here, which is the cover on the copy I read. After I read “Code Name Verity”, I felt it was a fitting cover, after all.
I encourage you to give “Code Name Verity” a try.
Posted in Books, Children's books, Historical, tagged 1000 paper crane legend, 1000 posts, A Thousand Splendid Suns, Anne of a Thousand Days, Bobby Vee, John F. Kennedy in the White House, One Thousand White Women, Sadako and the Thousand Paper Cranes, The Night Has a Thousand Eyes on Sunday, July 21, 2013 | 34 Comments »
One Thousand. A pretty large number for a gal who lives along a winding road that is, in fact cut off. It is a number that I never imagined accumulating when, on a Saturday afternoon in October of 2009, I sat down, turned on the computer, and thought “I think I’ll write a blog”. I had no idea how to begin, or where I was going. It took me quite a few posts to figure out how to add an image, then a photo, and, joy supreme, when I finally figured out how to download music. For someone technically challenged, it was, well, it was a challenge, indeed.
Slowly, I found you and you found me – and here I sit on my one thousandth blog! Wow! Yikes! Shazaam! OMG! etc., etc., etc.
To each of you who take the time to stop by and visit here on the Cutoff, one thousand thanks and thousands more. You have enriched my life, become my friends, and have followed me along this road called life.
Now, a challenge; can you think of a title to a book, a movie, a song, whatever you choose that has 1,000 in it?
Here’s a song that Tom remembered.