Category: Weekly Newsletter

  • 100 First Lines for Volume 100

    100 First Lines for Volume 100

    The Mom Weekly Volume 100: July 8, 2025

    You can read this, or any other previous Mom Weeklies, by going to the home page here.

    100 First Lines for Volume 100

    You may have noticed that this week is Volume 100 of The Mom Weekly. There may be a few misnumbered ones in the early days, so there may be a few more (or less) than 100, but I am impressed with myself!

    In honor of 100 volumes of The Mom Weekly, I was trying to think about things to do. 100 pieces of advice? 100 recipes? 100 photos?

    And then I thought about something that is “on-brand” for me. How about first lines of 100 books that I love, or that our family loves? 

    At first I was unsure that I could come up with 100 first lines easily or quickly enough. While it did take a fair bit of time, it was a fun exercise and trip down memory lane. Our family has read and enjoyed a lot of great books!

    Unfortunately, 100 first lines would make “one” Mom Weekly far too long, so it will be broken up into groups of 10, shared over the next few months, off and on. This week features “Classic British Literature,” and so it will be Jane Austen-rich.

    Remember how much I love you,

    Mom 

    First Lines—A Sample of Classic British Literature

    not my bookshelves, but this photo was taken in England! (Oxford, 2015)

    It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife. —Jane Austen, Pride & Prejudice

    Jane Austen, Pride & Prejudice

    Sir Walter Elliot, of Kellynch Hall, in Somersetshire, was a man who, for his own amusement, never took up any book but the Baronetage; there he found occupation for an idle hour, and consolation in a distressed one; there his faculties were roused into admiration and respect, by contemplating the limited remnant of the earliest patents; there any unwelcome sensations, arising from domestic affairs changed naturally into pity and contempt as he turned over the almost endless creations of the last century; and there, if every other leaf were powerless, he could read his own history with an interest which never failed.

    Jane Austen, Persuasion

    No one who had ever seen Catherine Morland in her infancy would have supposed her born to be an heroine.

    Jane Austen, Northanger Abbey

    Emma Woodhouse, handsome, clever, and rich, with a comfortable home and happy disposition, seemed to unite some of the best blessings of existence; and had lived nearly twenty-one years in the world with very little to distress or vex her.

    Jane Austen, Emma

    The family of Dashwood had long been settled in Sussex.

    Jane Austen, Sense and Sensibility

    About thirty years ago Miss Maria Ward, of Huntingdon, with only seven thousand pounds, had the good luck to captivate Sir Thomas Bertram, of Mansfield Park, in the county of Northampton, and to be thereby raised to the rank of a baronet’s lady, with all the comforts and consequences of an handsome house and large income. — Jane Austen, Mansfield Park

    Jane Austen, Mansfield Park

    Marley was dead: to begin with. There is no doubt whatever about that.

    Charles Dickens, A Christmas Carol

    No one, probably, ever felt himself to be more alone in the world than our old friend, the Duke of Omnium, when the Duchess died.

    Anthony Trollope, The Duke’s Children

    Miss Brooke had that kind of beauty which seems to be thrown into relief by poor dress.

    George Eliot, Middlemarch

    “Edith!” said Margaret, gently, “Edith!” But as Margaret half suspected, Edith had fallen asleep. She lay curled up on the sofa in the back drawing-room in Harley Street looking very lovely in her white muslin and blue ribbons. If Titania had ever been dressed in white muslin and blue ribbons, and had fallen asleep on a crimson damask sofa in a back drawing-room, Edith might have been taken for her. 

    Elizabeth Gaskell, North and South

    Interesting/Notable: 

    When Everything is Chaos, Who Cares Which Fork You Use? This Guy—WSJ gift article

    This is a very fun to read and also useful article.

    But he insists that tips on proper decorum are mainly about sharing space as peaceably as possible.   In a moment when “many people in high office aren’t leading by example,” he argues it’s incumbent on the rest of us to compensate with kindness and respect. “And I do think we’ll have the last laugh,” he says. “I think the nice people will win.”

    An Action Item: Clean out your microwave

    I was just doing this the other day, and I thought it would make a great “action item” because it takes just a few minutes, and it is very satisfying to accomplish it!

    Here’s the best way that I have found to do it.

    One: Put a cup or so of water in a pyrex (I usually use the 1-cup or 2-cup version), then sprinkle in some baking soda. Put this pyrex in the microwave, and before you start it, pour in a little vinegar. This will make the water mixture foam, but that’s fine.

    Two: Now run the microwave for about five to six minutes. When the cycle completes, leave the pyrex in there for a few more minutes.

    Three: When it has cooled a little, carefully take it out of the microwave and pour the water down the sink. Bonus: It can help to deodorize the drain somewhat.

    Four: You’ll notice that there is probably quite a bit of condensation on the walls of the microwave. Take a small rag or several paper towels and wipe down the wallls- anything stuck on will come right up.

    Five: You’ll probably need to hand wash the rotating dish that circulates in the microwave. It comes up very easily, and in the sink, you can spray it with a little detergent, wash it off, and dry it before putting it back.

    Six: Now take the damp paper towels from wiping the microwave inside with to clean the front of and around the microwave.

    Congratulations! You now have a clean microwave. Repeat as needed — if you cover things in the microwave, you only need to do this every so often.

  • Time to Update Your Net Worth! (Mom’s Occasional Money Advice)

    Time to Update Your Net Worth! (Mom’s Occasional Money Advice)

    The Mom Weekly Volume 99: July 1, 2025

    You can read this, or any other previous Mom Weeklies, by going to the home page here.

    Notes:

    Because of the rather spontaneous travel that some of us are doing this week, it made the most sense to me to expand on the action item for this week: Update your net worth. I hope you take a moment to make a simple (or complicated) spreadsheet with your info. Once you get it started, it’s a breeze to update your numbers once a quarter.

    Give it a try!

    Remember how much I love you,

    Mom

    Time to Update Your Net Worth (Mom’s Occasional Money Advice)

    Yesterday was the end of Quarter 2 of the year, so it’s time to update your net worth! 

    Here is my regular pitch for this:

    This may take slightly longer this first time, if you have not done so. But I promise you, over time, you will be happy that you do this. 

    The reason I hesitated is that, especially for younger people, it could be pretty likely you have a negative net worth, largely because of student loans. But that’s will be so temporary (over the long haul!) that you should not be discouraged by it. 

    When people begin to track their net worth, they call it “getting back to zero” when they have a zero net worth. That may not seem promising, but it’s a great accomplishment for those who have paid off a significant amount of debt, whether student loan debt, credit card debt, or other types of debt. 

    And it can be very encouraging to see an improvement in your net worth over time. 

    Here is a super-simple net worth calculator spreadsheet I put together. There’s no formatting with cool colors and such, but it works and completes the calculations for you. Let me know what you think about it!

    A couple of notes:

    *Make your own spreadsheet or list. Unfortunately, Google Sheets does not allow password-protecting of items. I prefer to keep this information, and most of my spreadsheets, in a format I can password protect. Think Microsoft Excel, Apple’s Numbers, etc. You can even do this on paper if you want, and store it somewhere safe. 

    *There are two “sheets” in the shared spreadsheet — the first is a blank one, and the second is a sample with random numbers that I have included. I have added in pretend numbers to the sample sheet, so you can see how the numbers change over time.

    *Sometimes people do not add in their vehicles or mortgages. I do, because you can see how much equity you have in the house or vehicle. But I mentally don’t include them the same weight as other assets, since they are not liquid and it’s not likely one would sell them for living expenses, in retirement or not.

    Interesting/Notable: 

    Are weighted vests worth the hype? WSJ (gift article)

    Not for the first time do I point out that I am often ahead of the trend! I have known about “rucking” and weighted workouts since 2010 when I chatted for a bit during the Royal Parks Half Marathon with two British servicemen who were wearing weighted rucksacks and completing the half-marathon that way. Impressive!

    I was able to find the photo I took of the British servicemen. (I did ask them for permission to take their photo!) Notice the London Eye in the background.

    Two or so years ago, I purchased a 12-pound weighted vest at Aldi’s specials aisle, and have used it off and on for walks and hikes. This spring, I got a little more serious about it, and I now have a 20-pound and a 30-pound weighted vest. It increases my heart rate and effort level for any walk from not much to really challenging!

    I also find that I can lift weights easier when I attend a weight lifting class, and that I walk faster when I’m not wearing one of the vests. They have been really worthwhile investments!

  • Good Morning, Destroyer of Worlds

    Good Morning, Destroyer of Worlds

    The Mom Weekly Volume 98: June 24, 2025

    You can read this, or any other previous Mom Weeklies, by going to the home page here.

    Good Morning, Destroyer of Worlds

    Many years ago, perhaps a decade ago? Our youngest child for some reason gave me an additional name on our Apple account—Destroyer of Worlds. I think he was in 8th grade or 9th grade, and it was doubtless a goofy thing to do for his mom.

    It seemed funny at the time, and it still does. I thought about changing it back, but I never did. After a short time, I enjoyed seeing it pop up. 

    “Destroyer of Worlds, your AirPods are no longer with you. They were last seen at …” 

    When I want to text myself something from my phone to my laptop or vice versa (for some use cases, better than AirDrop), I type in “Destroyer of Worlds” because while there are several Nancys in my contacts, there is only one Destroyer of Worlds.

    The other morning, I was up extra early, and I saw my watch say, “Good Morning, Destroyer of Worlds.” This only happens once in a great while, but when it did a few months ago, I took a photo. It makes me smile, every time. Yes, I am a Destroyer of Worlds. 

    Maybe you thought I was kidding?

    It’s become common advice to mind your inner monologue—to avoid negative self-talk, because it can be so damaging to ourselves and our relationships. Like most people, I have been prone to this over time. And I try to nip that negative self-talk in the bud, as much as possible.

    You know what helps? Being Destroyer of Worlds.It helps a lot.

    It helps me recognize that two things can be true at the same time. One can make mistakes, but good qualities, especially strength and fortitude, are present.

    Destroyer of Worlds may have burned a batch of cookies in the oven, but knows that she is in general, an excellent baker. 

    Destroyer of Worlds may not have the perfect thing to say when a friend or loved one is having a hard time, but she also is a thoughtful person in the lives of many that she knows. 

    Destroyer of Worlds may occasionally feel like she is a “bad mom” or has failed in some parenting choices. (Though, as I like to tell other moms—if you think you’re a bad mom, you’re not. Bad moms don’t think about that). But she is Destroyer of Worlds, and Destroyer of Worlds is a good mom.

    Anyway, I just want to say thank you to that 12 or 13-year-old son, who had the whimsical idea to add the moniker “Destroyer of Worlds” to his mom’s name. And that mom has found it a very helpful and affirmative name. 

    Remember how much I loves you,

    Destroyer of Worlds

    Notes

    As I prepared this, I thought, I better lightly research “Destroyer of Worlds.” Eek! I am virtually certain that the middle-schooler did not realize this when he named me thus, but who knows?

    It’s actually a line from the Hindu sacred text, the Bhagavad Gita. It was something that Robert Oppenheimer famously said after the Trinity nuclear test explosion at Los Alamos. You can read about it here.

    And here is a video of Oppenheimer describing the moment.

    How odd is it that Oppenheimer died when he was just a little older than I am right now (of throat cancer, from chain smoking for decades)? And also, he was not the greatest human. I listened to this podcast episode when the movie came out, and I would not have liked to have met him.

    Interesting/Notable 

    Pope Leo XIV carries Eucharist in procession—loved these photos!

    First of all, did you know it is only a one mile walk from St. John Lateran to St. Mary Major? Remember we stayed in a hotel very near to St. Mary Major when we were there in 2019. I would have guessed it was much farther from St. Mary Major to St. John Lateran.

    An Action Item: Proper Push-Up Form

    G sent me a video that I couldn’t find for the longest time, (update: found it here) about doing proper push-ups, and why it is really important for general health. The video creator said that you can start with wall push-ups, and progress. I enjoyed her gradual approach (as well as her line at the end: “It’s fun to be strong!”)

    Anyway, I’m going to challenge myself to do this. I think I can move directly to the counter push-ups, and I will try to do one set of 10 every day. (I’ll work up to the three sets of 10!). Give it a try!

  • Better Than Corn and New Wine

    Better Than Corn and New Wine

    The Mom Weekly Volume 97: June 17, 2025

    You can read this, or any other previous Mom Weeklies, by going to the home page here.

    Better Than Corn and New Wine

    I couldn’t resist adding candy corn in this image.

    The other night when we were saying night prayer together, a line from Psalm 4 jumped out at me:

    You have put into my heart a greater joy than they have from abundance of corn and new wine.”

    I said afterwards, “hey, the line about better than corn or new wine made me think about a corn pasta recipe.”

    It’s this recipe—not pasta made from corn, but pasta with a creamy corn sauce. It sounds really good, and I’d like to make it someday soon.

    For some reason, the way I said it gave everyone a laugh at the time. And so it has become a running joke at our house. Someone says that he or she likes something, and another will say, “But is it better than corn or new wine?”

    I do really love corn, and I don’t really like wine much anymore, since it wrecks my sleep. So it’s not literally about something being better than an abundance of corn and new wine. 

    But there’s something not just funny, but also appropriate, about realizing that we can and should be grateful for all the good that we have, and how all those good things are a gift from God, who wants to give us good things.

    As we all know well, I am not the theologian in the family, so I may interpret the psalm incorrectly (not the first time that has happened, surely!). But it seems to me that the Psalm is a thanksgiving for the gift of faith, and for our relationship with the Lord and one another. Let’s look at the last few lines of the psalm:

    “What can bring us happiness?” many say.

    Let the light of your face shine on us, O Lord.

    You have put into my heart a great joy

    Than they have from abundance of corn and new wine.

    I will lie down in peace and sleep comes at once

    For you alone, Lord, make me dwell in safety.

    One humorous aside: Dad said once that the last line reminds him of me, since I have “the gift of sleep” and often can fall asleep when my head hits the pillow. Guilty as charged!

    Remember how much I love you,

    Mom

    Interesting/Notable: Father’s Day Edition

    First of all, I need to apologize to my brother and brothers-in-law, but I’m kind of embarrassed to. So, I’m doing it here. That’s because I completely blanked on sending Father’s Day cards to any of them, even though everyone knows that sending birthday and greeting cards is one of my love languages.

    Travel will be my excuse this year! So shared here are two excellent reads on the theme of Father’s Day:

    The Subtle Art of the Dad Text (NY Times Gift article)

    Stop Striving and Have a Baby (The Free Press)

    An Action Item: Consider Praying Night Prayer

    Having a regular prayer practice together, even if we don’t do it every night, is something wonderful. And so I want to encourage those who aren’t in our nuclear family to consider beginning to pray Night Prayer.

    The easiest and best way to do that is to subscribe to the Universalis app.

    You “can” do it free on the Universalis browser. Here is the link for the page for Night Prayer/Compline,

    Honestly? the Universalis app has been the most used app on my phone over the years, and easily the best value. I think we purchased it back when we used it on iPods? Or even Palm Pilots? I can’t even remember now, it’s been so long. The app offers all the hours of the Liturgy of the Hours—from Morning Prayer to the Office of Readings, Mass readings, and of course Night Prayer/Compline, and more.

    The one-time price for Universalis is about $25, which is a steal! Here’s the link for that.

  • Not Far From the Kingdom of God (From the Vault, May 2012)

    The Mom Weekly Volume 96: June 10, 2025

    You can read this, or any other previous Mom Weeklies, by going to the home page here.

    Notes:

    As you will see, this weekly is connected with last week’s From the Vault. It is an appreciation of Maurice Sendak after he died in 2012 that I wrote for my Catholic book review site. That’s why the “voice” of this sounds slightly different than the usual.

    Not Far From the Kingdom of God (From the Vault, May 2012)

    Rest in peace, Maurice Sendak.

    Our family has a long association with Maurice Sendak, children’s book author and illustrator. In my childhood, our family had a copy of Where the Wild Things Are. I especially loved Max’s room and how his supper was warm in it. We weren’t ever allowed to eat in our bedrooms.  

    To the young me, it seemed fantastic and wonderful that Max could have supper in his room, especially after such misbehavior and such an adventure (even in his dreams).

    When my husband and I were first married and he had convinced me that a puppy was a good idea, the first book we read together about it was The Art of Raising Your Puppy by the Monks of New Skete, an order of Orthodox brothers who train dogs as their charism. For some reason, it was comforting that Maurice Sendak had his dogs trained personally with the Monks, as they discuss in the books.

    .And when children came to our house, Where the Wild Things Are was a perennial favorite at bedtime. In particular, after a bad day, it was one of the very reliable soothing books, along with Goodnight Moon and really anything by Margaret Wise Brown. Knowing that your supper would be waiting for you after adventures, that mom and dad will love you no matter how “wild” you are. It’s just a perfect book.

    With every one of our children, whenever I got to the line, “and Max wanted to be where someone loved him best of all…”  each one of our children would blurt out, “with his mommy and his daddy” as if it were in actually written in the text, and so for that book, for us, it is.

    When I kept a personal blog many years ago, I had pseudonyms for my children, and our son’s name was “Max.” Now you know why.

    Where The Wild Things Are is like a kids’ version of the Parable of the Prodigal Son. Read it again with that in mind, and I think you will agree.

    We have never seen the movie that was made several years back. None of us really wanted to, even though the promotions were quite appealing. I just don’t know how you can improve upon or make a full-length movie about a perfect picture book. It’s like making a movie about The Runaway Bunny. How can it possibly be any good?

    Maurice Sendak illustrated, but did not write, the Little Bear books (writing was by Else Holmelund Minarik) , and I saw an interview with Sendak once in which he mentioned how important it was for him to get the mother illustrated “just so.”

    The illustrations are what “make” the Little Bear series, If you’ve read them, notice how the picture that Little Bear drew in the story, A Kiss for Little Bear is a primitive Wild-Thing like monster.

    The Little Bear books were also popular young-age books at our house. Our oldest had “Birthday Soup” memorized at 3 years old–there’s a video of that somewhere. We also know large parts of most of the rest of the Little Bear books. I have especially fond memories of illustrations in The Goblin Story and Little Bear is Not Sleepy and oh, most of the others. So I’m going to stop now.

    Sendak had a book come out in the last year, but it was not well-reviewed.  I didn’t like all of Sendak’s work, so it wouldn’t surprise me if this one isn’t great.  Where the Wild Things Are and Little Bear are enough to make him well-loved at our house.

    UPDATE:

    Earlier today, I was driving into town to meet my husband for noon Mass, and I listened to a part of the NPR show “Fresh Air” where today, the show replayed several previous interviews host Terry Gross did with Sendak in recent years. [As a total aside, can I say that she is an AMAZING interviewer when not constrained by the age of celebrity and uber-scripted interviews. Sadly, most of the time interviews are just that, celebrity and scripted interviews].

    She asked Sendak at one point about his lack of faith (Sendak had been raised Jewish), and said she thought his unbelief seemed to grow stronger instead of being tested. He said something along the lines of (I’m paraphrasing here) “oh, yes, absolutely, I don’t think there is anything after death, which is why it’s so sad when my friends die.”

    And yet he said he did not fear death, and did not mind getting old as it allowed him time to read books and listen to great music. But then he said, a choke in his voice, “I believe I will see my brother again.”

    From the “Fresh Air” page with the entire interview, well worth a listen:

    “I have nothing now but praise for my life. I’m not unhappy. I cry a lot because I miss people. They die and I can’t stop them. They leave me and I love them more. … What I dread is the isolation. … There are so many beautiful things in the world which I will have to leave when I die, but I’m ready, I’m ready, I’m ready.”

    After listening to this, and hearing his search for the good and beautiful, I can only to pray for him in the fond hope that he is re-united with his brother, where are all united perfectly.

    I need to start a post called  “not far from the Kingdom of God.” (From Mark 12: 28-32). I consider Maurice Sendak in that category, along with Steve Jobs. All these Emeths (from C.S. Lewis’ The Last Battle )who “all find what they truly seek.”

    Interesting/Notable

    Measuring Worth

    This website is cool for numbers nerds. The tag line says it all, “Measuring Worth is a service for calculating relative worth over time.”

    Here is one of the calculators, or “comparators.” It shows the purchase price or amount today of a purchase or salary in the past

    For instance, I could enter “$3.10” which was the minimum wage when I was in high school. Today, that amount would be $12.58/hour today. The current federal minimum wage is $7.25, though many states have a higher minimum wage. Illinois, for instance, has a minimum wage of $15/hour.

    Using this comparator for measuring Great British pounds to US dollars over a period of years, I could look up how much Mr. Darcy’s “ten thousand a year” would be.

    That 10,000 in pounds works out to an annual income of $1.3 million dollars in 2023, the most current data available. That’s quite a yearly amount! It would be a lot as a lump sum. No wonder he and Mr. Bingley (with his “four or five thousand a year”, or probably $650,000, year after year) were sought-after marriage partners. 

  • Good Movies, Bad Movies (From the Vault, October 2009)

    Good Movies, Bad Movies (From the Vault, October 2009)

    The Mom Weekly Volume 95: June 3, 2025

    You can read this, or any other previous Mom Weeklies, by going to the home page here.

    Notes:

    I am queuing up several “From the Vault” selections due to travel going on right now!!!

    I actually teared up reading this post, and remembering all the wonderful books we have read together over the years. I wonder if you kids remember some of our family traditions around picture books.

    Also: there’s a new occasional feature here called “Mini Book Review” that can sometimes replace the “Interesting/Notable” section. Sometimes I enjoy reading a book so much that I want to share as many takeaways as possible from it.

    Good Movies, Bad Movies (From the Vault, October 2009)

    I am pretty careful about our movie and tv watching. l consider the DVR great for letting us fast forward through the commercials of any given show, both for time-saving and for getting past icky things. I try to get good recommendations from like-minded friends, and also look around for good sources of unusual media, whether books, movies, shows.

    We especially love Netflix for letting our family watch more obscure or foreign films. Netflix suggests films you would like based on films you’ve rated. We’ve watched so many really interesting, and slow moving, foreign films to see a slice of life in other cultures. So when Netflix suggested The Color of Paradise, because we liked Children of Heaven and some other films, I added it to the queue. It was in our house for quite awhile because we haven’t found the time to watch it.

    The Netflix description sounded good: “Awash in the sights and sounds of an Iranian summer, this moving family drama stars Mohsen Ramezani as Mohammed, an 8-year-old blind boy whose poor widower father (Hossein Mahjoub) nearly abandons him at a school for blind children. Welcomed home by his grandmother and sisters, the bright boy is eager to immerse himself in the world of the seeing — but his father fears Mohammed may hinder his attempts to remarry into a prosperous family.”

    I got the chance to preview the first 45 minutes or so, and it was again very sweet and a little poignant. I thought, fine, so one Saturday afternoon I put it on for the kids, and I was sort of half-watching with them as I was going through some files. I’m thinking to myself, “Now, couldn’t I just have taken 30 seconds to read theWikipedia entry?” This was NOT a film for our family. Ideagirl turned to me at one point when things started going downhill (I think when the Grandmother died) and said firmly, “You did watch this first, didn’t you? DIDN’T YOU?”

    We did watch it to the bitter end just because even Wikipedia made it sound hopeful, and I tried to discuss it that way, but I was assured by several of my children they would have bad dreams about it. That didn’t happen because we worked hard to completely forget about it. But I’m still feeling guilty!

    I still do feel a bit guilty that I hadn’t done my homework more. I am usually pretty good about that, but I also know that we can all survive a bad media choice and move on. The next in our Netflix queue? A movie we saw a scene of walking through Sam’s Club several weeks back and the kids said, “That looks funny!” So we got it.

    What fantastic and creative film did we get and watch and enjoy as a lark? Beverly Hills Chihuahua. Fortunately here, I was able to read the Plugged In online review and know the whole story, any objectionable elements, and let the kids enjoy without worrying. I will say I’m glad we don’t see every random movie that comes out, because for a day or so the kids were singing the song at the end of the movie, and it is now going through my head, “la, la, la, la, la, Chihuahua….”

    So good movies, bad movies, cheesy Hollywood movies—all have a place, I guess.

    Also on the topic of movies, I am still debating whether we should go see Where the Wild Things Are. I know it is getting great critical reviews, and it looks gorgeous in its cinematography, but I just don’t know.

    I consider Maurice Sendak’s Where the Wild Things Are, the children’s book on which the movie is based, a perfect book. Absolutely, 100 percent perfect. Max is named after the character in that book (here, not IRL, but still). I have read that book so many times I can recite it. It’s such a Prodigal Son story, I tear up almost every time I read it.

    Each of my children, unprompted, has added in “with his mommy and his daddy” when we read the line, “And Max ….wanted to be where someone loved him best of all.”

    This book is just magical at our house, like Margaret Wise Brown’s The Important Book and The Runaway Bunny, and Virginia Lee Burton’s Mike Mulligan and His Steam Shovel and P.D. Eastman’s Are You My Mother?

    Ideagirl always demanded, truly demanded, from the time she was small, that the child characters in Runaway Bunny and Are You My Mother? be girls, so much so that I have to consciously remember to read the real words when Max and I read them together. Right now many other books are popping into my head. This would be a fun list to make.

    So the idea of a movie, supplanting in some way the book by being bigger and more intense (as movies inevitably are), and different, as this one must be, because a movie based on the actual book Where the Wild Things Are would last about 2 minutes. I know that I could preview it first, and then take the kids, as Sir and I did with the first Narnia film, but I don’t even know if I want my imagination of the book replaced by a movie. So I’m still wondering.

    Mini Book Review: Custodians of Wonder by Eliot Stein

    Custodians of Wonder: Ancient Customs, Profound Traditions and the Last People Keeping Them Alive by Eliot Stein

    Stein is an editor at BBC Travel, and writes a column there called “Custom Made.” Each chapter of “Custodians of Wonder” profiles a person or persons who is maintaining an old, or even ancient, tradition, and keeping alive a special tradition unique to that culture.

    For instance, the chapter titled “Where Bees are Part of the Family” is all about the centuries old tradition of “telling the bees” when family events like weddings or deaths happened. Stein finds it is still going on in England to this day.

    I first learned about this charming tradition when we watched “Lark Rise to Candleford” the British costume show set in 19th century rural life. In one episode, the old lady Queenie thought her husband was dead, and she went outside to her beehives to “tell the bees” that he was dead. It turns out he wasn’t, so it was a comic moment, but still.

    Another chapter is “The Most Romantic Job in Europe,” and here Stein profiles a retired postal worker who was the longest-serving delivery driver to a tree in a German forest that has become a way for people to seek and find love.

    If you’re interested, Stein had previously written a Custom Made article with the same subject; it’s been adapted and expanded in the book.

    What I like best about the book is that Stein writes carefully about the history of each tradition in a thorough and respectful way. 

    The very last words of the book, at the end of the acknowledgments, are a good sum what Stein was trying to achieve. He writes to his infant son, (to whom he dedicated the book, along with his wife.)

    And to Oliver, you may not read this book for many years, but if you ever do, I hope it reminds you that the world can be a wondrous place, and that one of the greatest uses of life is to spend it on something that may outlast it.