Showing posts with label museums. Show all posts
Showing posts with label museums. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 21, 2026

Spring Celebrations

 April is a joyful month around here. Not only are the spring bulbs bursting into color and the flowering trees showering the ground with pale petals and filling the air with sweet fragrances, but our table is laden with good things to eat as we celebrate Easter and birthdays, and our days are full of happy conversations and sunny walks ... or starry at night ...or gray and rainy, as is also often the case!

After our celebration of Easter with the family, so much closer now that visiting isn't an "Event" but a get-together, we celebrated my daughter's and my husband's birthdays with the neighbors who have 2 April birthdays in their house, too.  They like to joke that April is the best birthday month, and it is true that many people I love are born in April. But I also love my February, March, May, June, July, and September birthday havers. And those born in October, November and December.  I believe the month of January and August are also awesome months for birthdays, because I know a couple wonderful people born in those months, also.

This year our birthday celebrations were understated since they fell so close to Easter.  The week after Easter was also Spring Break. My daughter decided against having a party since so many friends were going to be on vacation. We stayed an extra day at my parents' farm to spend time with the cousins and niece/grandbaby. Tuesday  we both got our hair cut at the salon, which was a treat, but Wednesday, her actual birthday, was pretty quiet and dull. We took a long walk, and her brother came over for dinner and to eat eclair dessert, a family favorite made with Cool Whip and pudding mix, graham crackers, and a chocolate frosting. It's best made a day ahead, and fortunately we had time to let the pudding mix soften the graham crackers. But she was little glum on her birthday - getting sweet notes and cards from her friends in Texas may have amplified her sadness rather than alleviated it because she was reminded of how much she missed them.  She has made some friends at her new school, but friendship that is kinship takes more time. 

Although Wednesday was a dull day, we made up for it on Thursday. I had hemmed and hawed about what to do for this 12th birthday, since she didn't want a party. A trip to Chicago for museums and shopping had been on my mind as an activity for spring break, but I ended up committing to adding a special event to make the trip even more special - last minute tickets to Hamilton. So the birthday celebration was a triple treat: We took the train to and from Chicago to visit, by her request, the Shedd Aquarium, to shop at the American Girl store, and to take in Hamilton.  

The trip and the show were phenomenal! We already loved the story and music from having watched the PBS version.  But the live performance, even without the original Broadway cast, was transporting. l could hardly tell a difference! Of course, I'm no expert, and there is a part of me that thinks perhaps there SHOULD be a difference.  To be fair, all the actors were incredibly talented, and the actors who portrayed George Washington and Angelica Skylar especially stood out because they had their own sound. The actor who played Hamilton injected some different energy and didn't sound exactly like Lin-Manuel Miranda, but it is a bit uncanny how similar Elizabeth Skylar and King George and Lafayette were to the original cast.  Regardless, the production is genius.  The lyrics blow me away every time, and even though I feel a catch in my throat hearing "Quiet Uptown" on the radio, hearing it in person brought on the tears. 

That was the highlight of spring break, for sure.  Since our return train didn't pull into the South Bend station until 2:30 am, Friday was a lazy sleep-in + errands day.  LK had horse back riding lessons and a play date on Saturday, and then we celebrated April birthdays with the neighbors on Sunday, which was a lot of fun.  Their son just turned 4, so our contribution to the dinner was a dump truck cake - a frosted cake shaped like a truck dumping fruit out of the back.  Then Monday was my husband's birthday, which we celebrated again with more treats - cheesecake this time - and a tenderloin dinner with our son. A part of me wished I had planned a little better for our time off, but we ended up making some lifetime memories. 

Train travel is my favorite! Love watching the landscape from the window.

Chicago!

At the Shedd Aquarium

Starfish touch tank. Visiting the aquarium brought back so many memories of our life in Guam.


The belugas are the highlight of the Shedd

Mother and baby beluga

Along the lakeshore - not quite warm enough yet for the trees to burst into bloom, but warm enough for short sleeves!

Another portrait in the Bean at Millennium park

Which doll do you like best?

Walking by Italian Village, scene of one of our early fancy dinner dates.

Show time!


Fancy ice cream after the show

Behind the dinosaur museum is a prairie conservation nature preserve, complete with a herd of bison.

The nature preserve is along the continental divide. South Bend doesn't have much elevation - this is one of the highest spots.

At the dinosaur museum



A tall 12 year old!

Monday, April 29, 2024

A visit to Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler's

About a month ago, my middle school classes finished novel units. Eighth graders read The Boy in the Striped Pajamas. Not my favorite Holocaust book, but easy to read in class because of short chapters and lots of resources online. We then read a dramatized version of the Diary of Ann Frank, and a speech by Elie Wiesel given at the 50th anniversary of the liberation of Auschwitz. I wanted to assign excerpts from Night and Man's Search for Meaning, but ran out of time. I would have liked to do The Book Thief, but they'll read that in high school, and I thought The Hiding Place might be too long. 

Meanwhile, the 7th graders read From the Mixed-Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler. I thought I might decorate the room with art from the Metropolitan Museum of Art, but that didn't happen. I have yet to decorate a part of the room with a book's theme. If I stick with this next year, I might get around to that.

Konigsburg's book is another easy read, but Mrs. Frankweiler has some wise things to say.  I wanted the students to focus on the theme that worth/value aren't always tied to monetary values, although it's easier for students to identify a theme of "family" (or maybe "family is important") or "secrets" (rather than "having a secret or mystery to solve gives us a sense of purpose") Clearly, we have more work to do to learn how to talk about theme. It's a hard element to teach because it is so difficult to articulate. Here is where my inexperience as a teacher is clear - teaching theme and classroom management...

At any rate, I remembered loving Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler as a preteen and, because of it, wanting to live in a museum, or at least visit the Met, but I had forgotten how wise some of the advice is. One of my favorite quotes is what Mrs. Frankweiler says to Claudia: 

“I think you should learn, of course, and some days you must learn a great deal. But you should also have days when you allow what is already in you to swell up inside of you until it touches everything. And you can feel it inside of you. If you never take time out to let that happen, then you accumulate facts, and they begin to rattle around inside of you. You can make noise with them, but never really feel anything with them. It’s hollow."

I think I feel this way not infrequently these days. We take in a lot of information. Eventually it becomes numbing. I don't feel anything when I read the paper about wars and elections and protests. I still am irritated when I read about the race to develop new AIs by every tech whosit, all of which require obscene amounts of energy to power the data processing centers. What sense does it make to avoid using straws when these tech genius companies are building equipment that uses the equivalent amount of energy of thousands of homes a day - in the name of what improvement? AI may save time on some repetitive tasks, but the end result is a devaluation of human life and dignity. 

Tangent there. I meant to comment instead how reading TOO much can lead to decision/action paralysis. When we have too many options, we no long know what to do. How do we make decisions about how to live life? In a related quote, Claudia reflects on how we should let life/vacations teach us something. It's these experiences and the memories and lessons we hold on to that make us who we are -that make us valuable to ourselves. They help us know what we value. 

“The adventure is over. Everything gets over, and nothing is ever enough. Except the part you carry with you. It's the same as going on a vacation. Some people spend all their time on a vacation taking pictures so that when they get home they can show their friends evidence that they had a good time. They don't pause to let the vacation enter inside of them and take that home.”

At any rate, another thing I love about this book is the sibling relationships.  Claudia and Jamie's sibling relationship really develops beautifully throughout the story. By sharing in such a memorable experience, they forge bonds and a collective memory that cements their relationship. Instead of being people who share a roof while they go about their individual pursuits, they become collaborators whose strengths complement each other. Claudia is the idea person. She dreams big and makes plans, although she is bad about saving money. However, Jamie, even though he isn't as good at planning ahead, is good at saving his dimes and nickels. He is frugral where Claudia loves her little luxuries. Together they are able to survive for a week on their own by budgeting for travel, food, and even laundry. Finding change in the fountain helps them subsist a little longer. 

“What happened was: they became a team, a family of two. There had been times before they ran away when they acted like a team, but those were very different from feeling like a team. Becoming a team didn't mean the end of their arguments. But it did mean that the arguments became a part of the adventure, became discussions not threats. To an outsider the arguments would appear to be the same because feeling like part of a team is something that happens invisibly. You might call it caring. You could even call it love. And it is very rarely, indeed, that it happens to two people at the same time-- especially a brother and a sister who had always spent more time with activities than they had with each other.”

That was pretty astonishing to my students, some of whom are afraid to walk across the street by themselves (maybe exaggerating there...). I see excessive caution in my own kids - partly because I was afraid to let them roam out of fear of being turned in by the neighbors, as well as the bad guys we all hear too much about.

The book makes it clear that we need one another.  Claudia knows she doesn't have enough money to run away by herself; she never really admits she would be lonely. But as the book goes on, it is clear that the adventure is better because it is shared. The siblings help each other avoid being caught, and they feed off each other's ideas while learning about Egyptian art and European decorative arts, like the big Renaissance era bed where they sleep. Their discovery of an angel statue that might be the work of Michaelangelo leads them on an adventure to discover its true providence, doing research at a library, and finally making their way to Mrs. Frankweiler's country estate to confront her, since she is the one who put the statue up to auction. 

Mrs. Frankweiler makes them work for the answer, and in the process, they discover the truth about the statue. However, Mrs. Frankweiler convinces them that sometimes it is better to have a secret than to share all you know with the whole world.

This is a valuable perspective in today's show and tell all culture. People want to be known and loved, but Konigsburg's book illustrates how important it is to have confidence that you are worthy of being loved whether or not you receive public admiration. Claudia ran away because she was unappreciated at home, but her escapade does not teach her family to appreciate her more. What it teaches her is that she doesn't need appreciation to know she is valuable as a human being. She learns to be independent, to value learning, to value beauty, and to work collaboratively, as well. She finds worth in appreciating what she knows and what she is capable of learning. She realizes that the value of something is not necessarily the price tag or public adulation, but the value is related to the appreciation of one person. Claudia loves the statue because it is beautiful, and it speaks to her for some inexplicable reason. Learning more about it cause her to learn more about herself and her potential.

“Angel" became part of Claudia's story about finding herself, about how the greatest adventure lies not in running away but in looking inside, and the greatest discovery is not in finding out who made a statue but in finding out what makes you.”

I'm not sure all this came through to the 7th graders, but we did talk quite a bit about value and worth - they liked try to calculate costs in today's dollars.  They appreciated that the two did so much with so little and that they were so responsible. And hopefully, just a smidge of that idea that you don't the world's approval to know you are worthy will stick with them.

https://cahughesbookreviews.com/2023/07/29/book-review-from-the-mixed-up-files-of-mrs-basil-e-frankweiler-by-e-l-konigsburg/

Tuesday, August 22, 2023

On the Road Again

The first week of August I spent in Des Moines, Iowa, with my daughter who competed in the Junior Olympic track meet.  

Des Moines was never really on my bucket list, but I ended up really enjoying it. We stayed in an rental apartment in the East Village part of downtown Des Moines. When we first drove up, late on a Sunday night, I was a little disconcerted by the drunk people outside of the apartment building. A party was going on, a loud party, in the building's restaurant/lounge, and some guy was outside cussing into his phone as we pulled up. This was not the a cute little complex I was expecting. After finding parking, lugging our bags upstairs, and looking for ice in the hallway machine, the party seemed to be winding down, but I didn't want to stay at a place with a bunch drunk people around. I spent the next couple of hours looking at other options for accomodations in the city before crashing into bed. 

The bed was comfy, and in the morning light after a good night's rest, I realized the neighborhood wasn't as sketchy as I initially feared. We were less than a mile from the capitol building, blocks from the river and a nice bike path, and a few minutes' walk to coffee shops, restaurants, and cute boutiques. Across the river were more restaurants, a sculpture garden, and more hotels and highrises linked by an elevated pedestrian walkway. Since we had to rush off early to the track meet before I could find a place with a vacancy in my price range or find out if we even could cancel, I decided I'd give it one more night before moving on. Fortunately, the lounge was closed the remainder of our stay, and I ended up loving our little urban getaway. 

Des Moines, although the capitol of Iowa, is not a big city, although it has personality. We were in the trendy urban neighborhood, but a mile's jog along the bike path led to an older community with beautiful old homes. I drove a couple miles the other direction one morning to jog around a lake in a park near downtown. The track meet was at Drake University, which is not a bad looking campus, with lots of native plantings and big trees to give it a botanical garden feel. The surrounding neighborhood where we parked was hit or miss - definitely some houses looked like students lived there. I also admired the neighborhood around the art museum, which I visited in a lull between events during the meet, which also was filled with gorgeous, old brick homes and big, tailored gardens.  The art museum was designed in three stages by Eliel Saarinen, I. M. Pei, and Richard Meier.  Works were exhibited sparely, but to their benefit. I was interested to see the docents leading several groups of adults with sight impairments around the museum and allowing them to touch the sculptures, including a Rodin and a beautiful black water woman by Wangechi Mutu, based on a character from East African folklore.

Because the rental apartment was booked for the weekend, we had to move to a hotel for the last two nights. I also wanted to be able to cancel the reservations for the weekend because I wasn't sure my daughter would qualify for finals in the last relay. This hotel was in a more suburban area, and again I found a trail along a creek that was absolutely beautiful, so pretty that I ran seven miles without noticing until the very end - when I cursed myself for going so far.

Des Moines has surprised me.  I brought a huge bag of books and had a number of projects to work on during the down time between races (She had 5 races on 5 different days), but I was distracted by things to see and do around Des Moines, including watching some exciting races.  A highlight was the art museum, but we also toured the capitol building, which has a law library famous for its ornamental stacks.  With time to spare and half a dozen salons in the area, I treated myself to a hair cut - something I hate doing because I hate paying a lot for bad haircuts. Happily, I liked my cut, and it didn't cost a fortune. I tried four different coffee shops and two bookstores and enjoyed walking around the campus of Drake.  And I did get quite a bit of reading done, too - mostly young people books: The Girl Who Drank the Moon, The Outsiders, Where the Red Fern Grows, The Watsons Go to Birmingham... trying to decide what books to teach. 

My daughter also had a successful meet - she PR'd and medalled in the 800m and her relay teams both medalled also (4th in the 4x800 and 7th in the 4x400 - top 8 medal.) She had to run on 4 different days because each event had qualifying heats and finals, and none were on the same day.  They really want you to stick around.  She now is heading into senior year with a faster time and more options for running in college. She isn't elite level yet, but if she wants to compete in college, she would be a contributor on a lot of teams.

Now in the third week of August, vacation is a dim memory, and I'm getting the school schedule down after a week of classes. More on that to come. 

A sculpture at the airport that reminded me of one our son made from papier mache and plastic bags - same subject

I ran at Drake Relays in college - does this include me? 

Fun murals

The view from our window 


Trying to capture the full moon. Always fail to do it justice.

A Japanese friendship garden along the Des Moines river

The Capitol of Iowa


First lady dolls. a little creepy.

The law library

Oldest books

 
View of the city from Capitol.

More fun murals

Pedestrian bridge honoring women of Des Moines

Fun sculpture



Touching the Rodin




A Henry Tanner



Lawn mowing system


Meanwhile, back at the ranch - The Lion King!


Reading is one form of escape. Running for your life is another.
-Lemony Snicket