The Feeling of Books Friday, Jun 26 2009 

I’ve been having an ardent love affair with books lately. Really, it’s more than usual as of late. My mother brought down boxes of books from her attic and 3 of my sisters and I pored over the boxes, cleaning, organizing, remembering…. Books evoke so many fond memories. And this day had many unexpected surprises for me, finding some long lost books I had, and also reclaiming a few titles that I bought for my brother to use, but for me to have when I started my own family. My son and dh are thrilled.

I plan on sharing some of those titles of some of the treasures we found. But for now I’m concentrating on books: real books with pages and smells and pictures — the tangible creatures we put on our shelves, coffee tables and every other horizontal surface we have in this house, that object we hold in our hands, prop up on the table or pillow, place on our laps, with pages to turn, thick, thin, yellowing, glossy, full of colorful pictures or black and white drawings or just filled with the glorious printed word. I’m concentrating on THOSE books.

I can’t find the article now, but The Washington Post recently reported on a convention or fair of book publishers, showing all the latest trends in the industry. The consensus was the printed book is going down, soon to be almost non-existent, replaced by the digital books. I find that hard to believe, looking around my house full of books, knowing all my friends and family with the same love, and having to fight my way for a place at used book sales. Are our grandparents and parents really going to read digital readers? Is that what we’re going to use in schools? And if there are no more newspapers, magazines, and books…by golly, what do you bring in for powder room reading? A digital reader is much too expensive for that risk!

That article weighs heavily on my thoughts as of late. I know I’m never in the popular culture, always on the out, so I am sure this is just an example of how I am going to be counter cultural with my house full of books. (My two fears: water and fire, as my books are vulnerable.) I am finally finishing / rereading Eats, Shoots & Leaves: The Zero Tolerance Approach to Punctuation by Lynne Truss. When she mentions how sticklers read with a pencil or pen in their hand to correct mistakes, that reminded me of the key way I read. I can’t read and comprehend well if I can’t highlight and write notes in the margins (and correct grammatical and spelling errors along the way). A digital reader won’t allow me to enjoy and comprehend a book that way.

So I was just delighted on overhearing my son when he picked up another book I got from the Mount Vernon sale table, Attracting Birds to Your Backyard: 536 Ways to Create a Haven for Your Favorite Birds (A Rodale Organic Gardening Book)
by Sally Roth (a TERIFFIC book, btw):

“Wow, I love the feel of this book!”

Yes, son, I know the feeling….

The Buzz on Bees Thursday, Jun 25 2009 

Last week for our anniversary we went to Mount Vernon. Since last year we did the same thing, it’s now a family tradition. We had bought annual passes (that expired the next day), and if you calculate the cost, you already save money if you go twice in one year. So we used ours 4 times, which isn’t great, but we plan to buy annual passes again for this year and use them more often. Each time we go we do something different, and there is always more to see the next time.

It was a rainy day, one of many in the past month, so we did all the inside tours, like watching movies, seeing the new museum and displays. After having a nice lunch in their period restaurant, we moseyed over to the gift shop. I’m like a bee to flowers when I see books, and a book table with a sale sign is even harder to resist.

I picked up A Keeper of Bees: Notes on Hive and Home by Allison Wallace. (As I’m about to wrap up the book and ship it off to my sister, I thought I’d mention it now.) It’s not a how-to book on beekeeping, but entwines her story with her beekeeping in her life, and then provides very interesting tidbits on bees. I didn’t enjoy some of her personal views, and her writing style wasn’t always enjoyable, but overall, I found this an interesting book to read if you are fascinated by beekeeping and just bees in particular.

I know the blogdom is a buzz on bees, like Lissa at “Here in the Bonny Glen” and Jenn at “As Cozy as Spring” to name a few (I haven’t been blog reading much lately). When I started to read about the current popularity of bees and beekeeping, I kept thinking how is it that everyone has the same feeling as I do? This has been a longtime fascination! I know in our little HOA suburban neighborhood beekeeping is not going to happen, but I have always had the dream. Two years ago someone on Freecycle was offering unused bee hives and other supplies and I was seriously (way too seriously) contemplating taking them. But I couldn’t figure a way to convince dh, so I passed up that opportunity.

When I was writing my history thesis for my undergrad, this is one article that really inspired me, and it has always given me an insight into why I love and am attracted to wanting to do these things:

From Woman and Post-War Reconstruction by Janet Kalven (emphasis mine):

We must have an education for motherhood to develop this great womanly type. We need an education that will give young women a vision of the family as the vital cell of the social organism, and that will inspire them with the great ambition of being queens in the home. “A career is what every girl prepares for and hopes not to have,” a discerning young woman remarked. Women need an education that will prepare them for their real career as wives and mothers rather than for temporary business or professional work.

An intimate experience of life on the land is an essential part of education for motherhood, even for girls who will live in the cities. Woman’s nature demands close contact with the beauties of the creation and with growing plants and animals for her fullest physical and spiritual development. She needs the simple, rhythmic life on the land, with its fresh foods and outdoor work, to build abundant health and vitality. She needs contact with young plants and animals to help develop her motherly qualities. Women have always been great agriculturists, mothers of the earth. The mystery of the seed is very close to her, for she bears the seed of new life in her womb and nurtures it with her blood. A rich experience of the cycle of birth and death in plants and animals is in harmony with the deepest tendencies of her nature and develops her womanly talents.

Woman’s education should be practical, and here again the land offers invaluable opportunities for a fascinating variety of activities. The modern girl has lost most of the traditional feminine skills and must be introduced to all the arts of the homemaker from bread baking to bee-keeping. She will need all these skills if she is to be a successful pioneer, but she needs them still more for the mental balance and psychological assurance they give her. Woman learns best through concrete experience, and the practical work of sewing, cooking, canning, and weaving releases her intellectual energies and develops sound judgment. Her greatest intellectual gifts are in the practical realm, and it is only when these are well developed that her study of the liberal arts and the classics will bear fruit. Along with the practical training, permeating it and integrating it, there must be a vivid realization of the dignity of manual labor. Women must learn to see its great value as a visible expression of love for the family, and must come to understand the sacramentality of the work of their hands.

Finally, woman’s education should develop courageous, uncompromising Christians, women of deep convictions and unswerving loyalty to the ideals of full Christian life. Pioneering is never easy, and the women who will cut through the confusion, the materialism, and the economic disorders of our times to discover a new way of life for themselves and their families must be deeply rooted in a dynamic faith. They must understand and live the joy of the cross, always ready to give up any comforts and to face any obstacles to fulfill their mission….

But the small, diversified farm corresponds completely to her desire for variety and personalized relationships in work. She enjoys the homestead with its few cows to furnish butter, milk and cheese for her family; its few pigs for meat; its few sheep for lamb and wool; its small flock of chickens for really fresh eggs; a few bee hives for honey; perhaps a flock of ducks to add a note of color and humor to the farm yard. She wants to plant an orchard, a vineyard, a berry patch, an herb and flower garden, as well as a plot of vegetables. She is by nature of Jill of all trades, as Chesterton puts it, and finds relaxation in turning from her household tasks to weed the garden or milk the cow. She wants to know the animals individually, to give them names, even to make pets of them. On the family homestead, the birth of every calf is an event anxiously awaited by the entire family. Everyone knows the peculiarities of each animal, and this knowledge itself adds interest to the work. The homestead is on a human scale, giving rich possibilities for satisfying activity for every member of the family. If women think that agriculture means commercial farming with its crushing burden of specialized, impersonal work, they will take no interest in it and want no share in it. But if they see that the rural life movement means the small, diversified, family-centered farm, they will turn toward it enthusiastically and join the ranks of those who are moving forward to the land.

My sister in Nebraska recently told me SHE was interested in beekeeping, and took a county extension course in the spring. I admit I was a bit green with envy at her opportunity. She’s not doing it this year, but hoping to get approval to do hives next year. Her class was wonderful, with great experts in the field, who all admitted that the new problems bees face have forced the industry to almost start from scratch. All those beekeeping books explaining all the problems of bees, if they are not written in the past few years are very out-of-date and non-applicable.

I admit to picking up beekeeping books at library sales, like The Art and Adventure of Beekeeping by Ormond and Harry Aebi (1975) and Beekeeping by John Eckert and Frank Shaw (1960, updating Everett Phillips 1915 book on Beekeeping) and being inspired by the book Have More Plan by Ed and Carolyn Robinson, which has a chapter Our Little Sugar Factory on beekeeping.

Next on our reading list is The Bee People by Margaret Warner Morley, which is also downloadable here as a .pdf or Google Books.

And since I seem to have a one-track mind, I thought I’d mention the connection of St. Benedict, whose feast is July 11, with bees (Blessing of Bees was on his feast day). This 4Real thread has lots of ideas and links to other threads. I particularly love the connection with the Easter Vigil (see Alice Gunther’s Easter Vigil Notebook):

Study of Bees, Wax and Candles: This point is related to above. One phrase that is omitted in our current translation is the praise of the bees:

In the grace of this night, then, O Father, receive for an evening sacrifice this burning light, which holy Church renders unto Thee at the hand of her ministers in the solemn offering of this candle of wax, wrought by bees. Now we know the glory of this column which God’s bright flame kindles. Though divided into parts, yet it suffers no loss from the light which it imparts. For it is fed from the melted wax which the mother bee wrought for the substance of this precious lamp.

The Church has a great affinity for bees and wax. I’ve given a few links to see the discussion regarding this.

Where are the Bees? by Carol Zaleski (scroll down for article)
In a 1915 article, entitled “The Paschal Candle”, Joseph May makes an interesting note about the symbolism of the wax:

The pure wax,” says a standard liturgical writer, “symbolizes Our Lord’s humanity, which was stainless and sinless; and the light, His divinity, which always shone forth and illumined His every action.” Early in the sixth century, Ennodius, Bishop of Pavia, gave three reasons why a wax candle should be used for religious purposes. First, because the rush wick, having come out of pure water, was an emblem of purity; secondly, because the wax, being produced by virgin bees, typified chastity (both bees and fish were regarded as sexless); and, thirdly, because the flame suggested the love that descended from heaven. Durandus likens the wax to the body of Christ, the wick to His soul, the flame to His divine nature, and the actual burning of the candle to His lingering passion and death.

The Wax Candle in the Liturgy by Fr. John Bolen, history of the liturgical use of candles.
Address on Bees by Pope Pius XII.
Blessing of Bees on the Feast of St. Benedict
Blessing of Candles on Candlemas

I’ll admit, the buzz is everywhere! Our Nature Study Club did a day dedicated to bees, adding the touch of the Walney Nature Center having a few hives on the property. Even in Washington DC there are beekeepers galore! Join the buzz….

Just a Pork Chop Tuesday, Jun 23 2009 

Wednesday was our ninth wedding anniversary. I know comparatively most people we know of our age have been married a much longer period, but those 9 years have been filled to the brim with the tears and happiness that comes with marriage. Looking it back it has gone so fast, but yet counting up to nine is just so many! We both honestly thought we would never find a spouse, and didn’t get married until he was 36 and I was 33. And then to have two children, when so many indicators were pointed to not having any at all? Such miracles in our lives! Nine years of unexpected blessings!!!

We did our usual celebration, dinner at a nice restaurant. I look forward to these special dates, when we have a bottle of wine, appetizer, AND dessert! And for this anniversary, we actually hired a babysitter instead of asking a family member.

Our original choice of restaurant was dashed — closed on Wednesdays. (We have a gift certificate we’ve been holding since fall and can’t seem to coordinate a date that the restaurant is open, we have a sitter, and everyone is well.) So we went for a second choice, an Italian restaurant that we usually like, that was close by. I’m still a little uneasy being too far from the boys.

The list of specials given by the waiter is long — more than 5 minutes worth of listening to a long list of appetizers and main dishes. I confess to three things I want in a nice dinner: wine, chocolate, and preferably a good steak. When she mentioned Porterhouse, I knew that was choice. I asked again what was served with it, and she described the red wine sauce with mushrooms and onions. Sounds good…dh and I both ordered it and a red zinfandel to match. And I ordered mine medium rare.

I couldn’t understand when the dinner arrived why the steak was so pale. I cut into it and mentioned how pale it was, and that’s when dh asked — didn’t you know this was pork? PORK? I ordered a PORK PORTERHOUSE? I never heard of such a thing! He had heard pork when the waiter described the special, but didn’t realize I hadn’t heard that (now who orders undercooked pork? No one questioned that?). I was shocked, dismayed, and utterly disappointed. I ate a few bites, but that’s where I have to say, It’s still JUST A PORK CHOP. Call it by a fancy name, but the Pork Porterhouse is just a glorified pork chop.

I love pork ribs, pork barbeque, bacon, or ham. But I’m not very fond of other cuts of pork. I don’t make pork chops at home — I don’t enjoy the texture or taste. And this meal, although very well done and delicious couldn’t make a pork chop into a Beef Steak Porterhouse.

I promise I didn’t make a scene. They did offer to replace it with something else, but I couldn’t do that…after all, it was my fault for not listening. Dh did say he didn’t know I didn’t like pork chops, but now he’ll always know. He was considering asking me to put pork chops into the rotation of meals at home, but now he knows the answer.

(And for those who look forward to dessert, perhaps you can empathize with me when I say it didn’t make up for the lack of steak. The desserts weren’t as good that night, either. Don’t believe someone if they say Italian Cheesecake has the same texture as NY Cheesecake. It doesn’t.)

My Sis is Literate! Tuesday, Jun 9 2009 

(The subject title is a little play on a quote from a favorite family movie.)

I’ve had blinders on for the last two weeks, focusing on my trip and speech in Kansas. Now that I’m finally come up for air (and have my computer cooperate with me) I have visited my youngest sister’s new blog, Fuzzy Memories. I’m happy she decided to join the blogging world!

About that Speech… Tuesday, Jun 9 2009 

I placed .pdf files on my sidebar of my handouts from the KC Catholic Homeschool Conference.

If you purchase my talk on cd, the recording is missing about 6 minutes, as the microphone died during the introductory part of my speech. I also had some difficulty with the PowerPoint presentation, so I had to manually click on the computer for every picture, so that probably didn’t do well for the microphone to pick up all my words.

It’s funny that this would happen again to me…last conference I gave a speech the recording couldn’t be retrieved. God is trying to keep me humble. Or maybe everyone has to keep guessing whether or not the speech was any good. ;-)

Words Fail Me… Tuesday, Jun 9 2009 

I have returned! Not that you noticed any change in my absence, as my silence has been deafening. But I just got back from a 3 day trip to Kansas and Nebraska. It was a whirlwind weekend, but oh, so wonderful and delightful. And I know I can’t do justice in my words, but I’m going to try a little to fill in the blanks….

The main purpose for my trip was to speak at The 2009 Kansas City Conference for Catholic Homeschoolers . What a privilege! If you ever have an opportunity to attend this conference, don’t hesitate for an instant. This is a jewel of a conference. They provide the extra touches and are filled with such wonderful people that made even a stranger in a strange land feel so at home and welcome.

Archbishop Naumann from the Kansas City, Kansas archdiocese was the celebrant at Saturday’s Mass, and he was wonderful — so supportive of homeschooling families. And how often do you have the opportunity for exposition during a conference?

I was able to meet so many people, including a few names I recognized from the 4Real Forums. How wonderful to now have faces connected to them. I met Maria Rioux and her oldest daughter (and how flat those words sound, since we talked, and talked, and talked…). I met Jody and some of her family from Jody’s Hands On Learning — her materials are fabulous, and so wonderful to hear how they were developed for use in her own family.

I met Linda Nelson of Sacred Heart Books and Gifts. She is the one who coordinates the conference, and she does a fabulous job. What a blessing to meet her! And then to see her booth — I have never seen such a wonderful inventory of books. It wasn’t until I saw it in person that I understood how she really is the place to shop for homeschooling books. I was able to preview books from large and small companies. And I loved watching Linda and her staff give that personal touch and advice. She knows her materials, and she knows the curriculum requirements and reading lists and suggested materials from many different homeschool approaches, especially the living books approach. Best of all is her honesty and genuine concern for each customer and their family. If you haven’t used her, you are really missing out.

My talk on living the liturgical year was on Saturday morning. I’m not a polished speaker, but I enjoy talking about my favorite subject. Despite the technical glitches and nervousness, I think I did all right. There weren’t many attending my speech, as I was speaking at the same time as Mary Ann Kuharski. Hard to compete — I would have chosen her talk, too!

One of my sisters drove down from Nebraska to meet me that morning. I had to tear myself from the conference so that we could drive up to Lincoln and visit with her family. I enjoyed every moment — my five nieces are so beautiful and sweet, and it’s been such a long time that I could just sit and chat with my sister, uninterrupted, about anything and everything. I miss her so much.

I’ve only been in the midwest area twice. The first time was a bus trip to Denver for the World Youth Day in 1993. We had an overnight stop in Kansas, staying in an armory somewhere. Then I flew to Lincoln to attend my goddaughter’s baptism in 1997. It’s obviously been a while. This trip, although quick, really made me want to come back for more. I was just so impressed on the friendliness, the genuineness of the people I met. It’s not often that I tell my husband I would be willing to move somewhere else, but that’s the way I felt after this trip.

Everything was fine when I returned. I did take all of yesterday to regroup and focus on being with my boys. It’s good to be home, but I’m very thankful to God for a safe and very fruitful trip.

St. Isidore’s Garden Friday, May 15 2009 

saint-isidore-the-farmerToday in the United States we celebrate the optional memorial of St. Isidore the Farmer.

This is one of my favorite saints. One reason is I did my undergrad thesis on an aspect of the National Catholic Rural Life Conference of which St. Isidore is the patron. My favorite liturgical year book, Cooking for Christby Florence Berger, was published in 1949 by the NCRLC.

Isidore and his wife Maria were both saints, but lived humble lives, working, helping the poor, and doing their daily duty to the best of their ability. Isidore attended morning Mass daily, and the favorite story told about him was people found angels tilling the fields while he was at Mass. But I’m not expecting any miraculous angels, but I look to this holy couple for imitation on the way they fulfilled their marital vocation, and humbly did their daily work all for the glory of God.

This springtime of year my thoughts turn to planting and growing vegetables, flowers, and herbs. Combined with season of Easter, celebrating Christ’s resurrection and the newness of life, upcoming Rogation Days, a month dedicated to Mary (thinking of my Mary Garden) — St. Isidore’s feast comes at a lovely time.

I’m no farmer, nor do I live in rural area, but I love working in the soil and growing things. I think my view our family garden as a farmer views his family’s garden. And since I’m a city gal, I can use all the spiritual assistance in my gardening skills — and so I pray to St. Isidore to intercede for us. Today our family is putting in our vegetable and herb garden, and perhaps a few flowers for the front garden. We’re off to gather soil material and plants for our Square Foot Gardens and Mary Garden.

And so our prayers will include:

Prayer in Honor of Saint Isidore the Farmer

O God, who taught Adam the simple art of tilling the soil, and who through Jesus Christ, the true vine, revealed yourself the husbandman of our souls, deign, we pray, through the merits of blessed Isidore, to instill into our hearts a horror of sin and a love of prayer, so that, working the soil in the sweat of our brow, we may enjoy eternal happiness in heaven, through the same Christ our Lord. Amen.

A Prayer in Planting Time
Dear Lord, You are wonderful in everything you do. In marvelous ways You take the full, rich life of the plant and carefully fold it into tiny seeds. You form the seeds according to many different shapes and sizes and colors, so that man can know what kind of growth will come of them. When they are placed the earth they may look dry and dead, but when they are watered by the life-giving rain and nourished by the warm sun, they lose all their lifeless look and grow in an almost miraculous manner. By the power You gave them, they take the dead minerals of the earth and build up the nourishing, tasty foods that men need to sustain life.

This week, dear Lord, we will plant these seeds of (wheat, corn, or whatever it may be) that You have given us. Bless them, and watch over them, and bring them to the full growth and rich harvest that You wish to bless us with.

But, should You not allow them to come to full harvest, we accept Your will humbly. We trust that You will nevertheless watch over us and make the seeds of grace that You have given us grow to flower and fruit in the full Christian life that You intend for us here and hereafter. Amen.

Prayer of the Christian Farmer and Gardener
O God, Source and Giver of all things, Who does manifest Thy infinite majesty, power and goodness in the earth about us, we give You honor and glory.

For the sun and the rain, for the manifold fruits of our fields, for the increase of our herds and flocks, we thank You. For the enrichment of our souls with divine grace, we are grateful.

Supreme Lord of the harvest, graciously accept us and the fruits of our toil, in union with Christ, Your Son, as atonement for our sins, for the growth of Your Church, for peace and charity in our homes, for salvation to all. Amen.

Blessing of Sprouting Seed (from the Roman Ritual)
V. Our help is in the name of the Lord.
R. Who has made heaven and earth.
V. The Lord be with you.
R. And with your spirit.

Let us pray.
We ask and beg of You, Lord, to bless this sprouting seed. Warm it with the gentle breath of soft winds, make it fruitful with dew from heaven, and be so kind as to bring it to its fullest maturity for the good of our souls and bodies, through Christ our Lord. R. Amen.

(And they are sprinkled with holy water.)

For further reading, see Catholic Culture: St. Isidore the Farmer.

Rural Life PrayerbookWritten and Compiled by Alban J. Dachauer, S.J., printed in 1956 by NCRLC. This is one of my favorite prayerbooks. Father Dachauer took many of the blessings related to rural living from the Roman Ritual and included them in the prayerbook.

Patron Saints Index

Prayer to St. Isidore

A Perfect Day in Virginia Thursday, May 14 2009 

Things have been quiet here on the blog, but there’s no lulls in our real life, just no time to write. There’s also the not-so-small issue of having computer and internet connection problem. Anytime on the computer is tripled with very little output. The connection problem should be fixed (I hope) this week.

Instead of staying indoors fretting about the almost non-existent connection, the boys and I were able to go to Dumfries and meet Helen, a now IRL friend. She brought 4 of her beautiful children. We enjoyed a few hours in the beautiful Virginia springtime at a park and then a quick visit to the little Weems-Botts Museum (I must confess, I’ve lived here since 1986 and never have gone before now).

Both of our five-year-olds really enjoyed playing together. The park was beautiful, with big climbing trees, lush grass, and a big gazebo to run around.

And although I was meeting this mom for the first time in real life, it truly was like we were old friends, just planning a local playdate in the park and chatting (even though she had to drive 9 hours to make the playdate!). Her older daughter was a delight, and the other littles were adorable.

But of course, both of us forgot to take pictures! I wouldn’t have been able to upload them right now anyway, but this is more reason to do it again so I can at least make it a Kodak moment! Come back soon!

Update on my Niece Wednesday, May 6 2009 

Thank you for the prayers! It is so helpful to know that people are praying and supporting you.

Kathryn is out of surgery, and the surgeons said it went very well. The valve was in a good position for replacing, and they were able to use an adult size valve. This means that if all goes well, she shouldn’t have to have another open heart surgery for a long, long time!

Please pray for her adjustment and continued recovery. Thanks so much!

Prayers, Please! Wednesday, May 6 2009 

Right now my sweet little niece, Kathryn, is undergoing open heart surgery to replace her valve. She’s only 8, and this is her fifth open heart surgery. The surgery began around 10:00 EDT and will take 5 to 6 hours if all goes as planned.

I also have a dear friend who miscarried at 9 weeks, and is having a D&C this morning. She is very devastated.

Also, yesterday I attended the funeral of a 41 yo mother who died of breast cancer. She leaves behind her husband, two teenagers, and a 3 yo adopted son.

Please remember them all in your prayers. Thank you so much!

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