Wednesday, December 30, 2015

Scenes from Christmas

We just returned from a quick trip to see the in-laws for Christmas. We hadn't planned to make the drive this year, but a family reunion fell into place. We couldn't miss the party! All 37 members of the family, including the 4 newest toddlers, gathered for Christmas Eve Mass and Christmas day festivities. One of my husband's sisters lives in Newfoundland; a brother lives in upstate New York; we came from California with his other brother, and his other two siblings and their families live in Oklahoma.  It has been almost three years since all of us were together.  I'm always impressed with how well my husband's siblings get along.  They truly enjoy each other's company. And the cousins all seem to enjoy playing together, too.  It's a good thing, when we gather at my in-laws' house, which is not large. Fortunately, the weather was mild, so the kids could spill out onto the screened porch and into the yard.  We stayed at a hotel this time, although our older boys slept in Gram and Pop's camping trailer.  The drive is 20 hours; on the way out we broke the trip into two days. On the way home, we raced Winter Storm Goliath, and drove the entire trip in one go, since it took us 15 hours to get to a location where the storm cleared. Our oldest son, home from college, did some of the driving.  And the toddler was a great passenger. As long as I held her hand, she was happy. So my arm was a little sore when we returned.

The visit itself seemed to fly faster than the driving. We spent one morning at the zoo with all the littles.  The bigger kids went to see the new Star Wars movie.  We did some crafts: loom knitting and  cutting out paper dolls.  We ate a lot: Gram made 9 pies, which lasted a couple of days.  She also made her traditional cookies: sand tarts, pecan tassies, peanut butter balls and truffles, butterscotch birds' nests.  And Pop made sure everyone's favorite flavors of Braums ice cream were on hand.  Lots of wine and coffee were consumed.  The siblings have exchanged names for Christmas for many years, but this was the first we got to see everyone open their gifts. My sister-in-law is crocheting a beautiful blanket for me, but she didn't finish because I commissioned her to make Baby a rabbit and my other sister-in-law a sweater.  Instead of gifts for all the nieces and nephews, each family brought stocking stuffers for the twenty-three kids' stockings, which are felted designs my mother-in-law made. Our own kids just received a book, an outfit, and "gift cards" (slips of paper with a note) for one special gift each that they received back at home - 2 upsized new bikes, money towards a new laptop, a winter coat, a guinea pig, and fancy boots. We also played Rummikub and cards and watched Christmas movies.  We also brought the California norovirus that is making the rounds - the Christmas gift that keeps on giving!  We all were sick the week before, so I thought we were over our contagious stage, but later, after half the family had been struck down, including one nephew who suffered an attack in Mass, I read an article that this virus can live up to two weeks on a host.  I feel awful about sharing that!

Now for some visual highlights of the trip. I didn't get many good pictures because I was too busy talking to use the camera.
Tree decorating on the fourth Sunday of Advent


A lazy bear at the zoo






We took up four pews at church - arrived an hour early for the family Mass.

Volunteer photographer missed the mark. Fortunately, a different volunteer photographer got a much better shot.

Waiting to check out the loot.

Modelling gifts from the oldest brother. My tee may be my favorite gift of the day.  Also loved the start of my blanket. And the giant sausage from my brother. And my new raincoat from my husband. And my new calendar - every year Gram makes a calendar for each family with all the birthdays and anniversaries already notated.
Running from Winter Storm Goliath. Snow in southern New Mexico.

Sunday, December 27, 2015

Merry Christmas!

The Wexford Carol - Lyrics

Good people all, this Christmas time,
Consider well and bear in mind
What our good God for us has done
In sending his beloved son
With Mary holy we should pray,
To God with love this Christmas Day
In Bethlehem upon that morn,
There was a blessed Messiah born

The night before that happy tide
The noble Virgin and her guide
Were long time seeking up and down
To find a lodging in the town
But mark right well what came to pass
From every door repelled, alas
As was foretold, their refuge all
Was but a humble ox's stall

Near Bethlehem did shepherds keep
Their flocks of lambs and feeding sheep
To whom God's angel did appear
Which put the shepherds in great fear
Arise and go, the angels said
To Bethlehem, be not afraid
For there you'll find, this happy morn
A princely babe, sweet Jesus, born

With thankful heart and joyful mind
The shepherds went the babe to find
And as God's angel had foretold
They did our Saviour Christ behold
Within a manger he was laid
And by his side a virgin maid
Attending on the Lord of Life
Who came on earth to end all strife

There were three wise men from afar
Directed by a glorious star
And on they wandered night and day
Until they came where Jesus lay
And when they came unto that place
Where our beloved Messiah lay
They humbly cast them at his feet
With gifts of gold and incense sweet.

Monday, December 21, 2015

More little poems

It's interesting to compare the Eskimo poem with the sentimental Victorian Poems that follow.  Taskes


The Mother's Song

IT is so still in the house.
There is a calm in the house;
The snowstorm wails out there,
And the dogs are rolled up with snouts under the tail.
My little boy is sleeping on the ledge,
On his back he lies, breathing through his open mouth.
His little stomach is bulging roud -
Is it strange if I start to cry with joy?

  -Eskimo
Translated from Peter Fruechen
From The Oxford Book of Christmas Poems, OUP: Oxford. 1984

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Keeping Christmas
How will you your Christmas keep?
Feasting, fasting, or asleep?
Will you laugh or will you pray,
Or will you forget the day?

Be it kept with joy or pray'r
Keep of either some to spare;
Watsoever brings the day,
Do not keep but give away.
         -Eleanor Farjeon




Hang Up The Baby's Stocking


Little girl in stocking

Hang up the baby's stocking
Be sure you don't forget!
The dear little dimpled darling,
She never saw Christmas yet!
But I've told her all about it,
And she opened her big blue eyes;
And I'm sure she understood it-
She looked so funny and wise.

Dear, what a tiny stocking!
It doesn't take much to hold
Such little pink toe's as baby's
Away from the frost and the cold
But then, for the baby's Christmas,
It will never do at all.
Why! Santa wouldn't be looking
For anything half so small.


Little boy in stocking

I know what I will do for the baby.
I've thought of the very best plan.
I'll borrow a stocking of Grandma's,
The longest that ever I can
And you'll hang it by mine, dear mother,
Right here in the corner so!
And leave a letter to Santa,
And fasten it in the toe.

Write-this is the baby's stocking,
That hangs in the corner here.
You never have seen her, Santa,
For she only came this year
But she's just the blessed'st baby.
And now before you go,
Just cram her stocking with goodies,
From the top clean down to the toe!

-Emily Huntington Miller

Saturday, December 19, 2015

Three poems for Advent

I had the Oxford Book of Christmas Poems out from the library last week. Here are some that I enjoyed, - also found on the internet:

ADVENT: A CAROL

What did you hear?
Said stone to echo:
All that you told me,
Said echo to stone.

Tidings, said echo,
Tidings, said stone,
Tidings of wonder,
Said echo to stone.

Who then shall hear them?
Said stone to echo:
All people on earth,
Said echo to stone.

Turned into one,
Echo and stone,
The word for all coming
Turned into one.

~ Patric Dickinson (1914-1994), English poet and translator
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Advent 1955
The Advent wind begins to stir
With sea-like sounds in our Scotch fir,
It’s dark at breakfast, dark at tea,
And in between we only see
Clouds hurrying across the sky
And rain-wet roads the wind blows dry
And branches bending to the gale
Against great skies all silver pale
The world seems travelling into space,
And travelling at a faster pace
Than in the leisured summer weather
When we and it sit out together,
For now we feel the world spin round
On some momentous journey bound –
Journey to what? to whom? to where?
The Advent bells call out ‘Prepare,
Your world is journeying to the birth
Of God made Man for us on earth.’
And how, in fact, do we prepare
The great day that waits us there –
For the twenty-fifth day of December,
The birth of Christ? For some it means
An interchange of hunting scenes
On coloured cards, And I remember
Last year I sent out twenty yards,
Laid end to end, of Christmas cards
To people that I scarcely know –
They’d sent a card to me, and so
I had to send one back. Oh dear!
Is this a form of Christmas cheer?
Or is it, which is less surprising,
My pride gone in for advertising?
The only cards that really count
Are that extremely small amount
From real friends who keep in touch
And are not rich but love us much
Some ways indeed are very odd
By which we hail the birth of God.
We raise the price of things in shops,
We give plain boxes fancy tops
And lines which traders cannot sell
Thus parcell’d go extremely well
We dole out bribes we call a present
To those to whom we must be pleasant
For business reasons. Our defence is
These bribes are charged against expenses
And bring relief in Income Tax
Enough of these unworthy cracks!
‘The time draws near the birth of Christ’.
A present that cannot be priced
Given two thousand years ago
Yet if God had not given so
He still would be a distant stranger
And not the Baby in the manger.
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B. C.: A. D.

This was the moment when Before
Turned into After, and the future’s
Uninvented timekeepers presented arms.

This was the moment when nothing
Happened. Only dull peace
Sprawled boringly over the earth.

This was the moment when even energetic Romans
Could find nothing better to do
Than counting heads in remote provinces.

And this was the moment
When a few farm workers and three
Members of an obscure Persian sect

Walked haphazard by starlight straight
Into the kingdom of heaven.

~ U. A. Fanthorpe (1929-2009), English poet


Friday, December 18, 2015

Book joke

While going through old files, I found this email someone had forwarded to me. These days it would have been shared via Facebook or become a meme, and maybe it is still floating around the interweb, but I received it in 2004. Yes, I know, it is time to clean out old files that just keep getting copied onto new hard drives, but then I wouldn't find chuckles like this:

How many of these are true for you?  Most of them were for me!
 
> SELF-TEST FOR LITERATURE ABUSERS 
> How many of these apply to you? 
> 
> 1. I have read fiction when I was depressed, or to cheer myself up. 
> 2. I have gone on reading binges of an entire book or more in a  day. 
> 3. I read rapidly, often 'gulping' chapters. 
> 4. I have sometimes read early in the morning or before work. 
> 5. I have hidden books in different places to sneak a chapter without being seen. 
> 6. Sometimes I avoid friends or family obligations in order to read novels. 
> 7. Sometimes I re-write film or television dialog as the characters speak. 
> 8. I am unable to enjoy myself with others unless there is a book nearby. 
> 9. At a party, I will often slip off unnoticed to read. 
> 10. Reading has made me seek haunts and companions which I would otherwise avoid. 
> 11. I have neglected personal hygiene or household chores until I have finished a novel. 
> 12. I have spent money meant for necessities on books instead. 
> 13. I have attempted to check out more library books than permitted. 
> 14. Most of my friends are heavy fiction readers. 
> 15. I have sometimes passed out from a night of heavy reading. 
> 16. I have suffered 'blackouts' or memory loss from a bout of reading. 
> 17. I have wept, become angry or irrational because of something I read. 
> 18. I have sometimes wished I did not read so much. 
> 19. Sometimes I think my reading is out of control. 
> 
>If you answered 'yes' to three or more of these questions, you may be a literature abuser. Affirmative responses to five or more indicates a serious problem. 
> 
> Once a relatively rare disorder, Literature Abuse, or LA, has risen to new levels due to the accessibility of higher education and increased college enrollment since the end of the Second World War. The number of literature abusers is currently at record levels. 
> 
> SOCIAL COSTS OF LITERARY ABUSE 
>Abusers become withdrawn, uninterested in society or normal relationships. They fantasize, creating alternative worlds to occupy, to the neglect of friends and family. In severe cases they develop bad posture from reading in awkward positions or carrying heavy book bags. In the worst instances, they become cranky reference librarians in small towns. 
> 
>Excessive reading during pregnancy is perhaps the number one cause of moral deformity  among the children of English professors, teachers of English and creative writing.Known as Fetal Fiction Syndrome, this disease also leaves its victims prone to a lifetime of 
nearsightedness, daydreaming and emotional instability. 
> 
> HEREDITY 
> 
> Recent Harvard studies have established that heredity plays a considerable role in determining whether a person will become an abuser of *literature. Most abusers have at least one parent who abused literature, often *beginning at an early age and progressing into adulthood. Many spouses of an abuser become abusers themselves. 
> 
> OTHER PREDISPOSING FACTORS 
>Fathers or mothers who are English teachers, professors, or heavy fiction readers; parents who do not encourage children to play games, participate in healthy sports, or watch 
television in the evening. 
> 
> PREVENTION 
> 
> Pre-marital screening and counseling, referral to adoption agencies in order to break the chain of abuse.English teachers in particular should seek partners active in other 
fields. Children  should be encouraged to seek physical activity and to avoid isolation and morbid introspection. 
> 
> DECLINE AND FALL: THE ENGLISH MAJOR 
> Within the sordid world of literature abuse, the lowest circle belongs to those sufferers who have thrown their lives and hopes away to study literature in our colleges.*Parents
should look for signs that their children are taking the wrong path--don't expect your 
teenager to approach you and say, "I can't stop reading Spenser." By the time you visit her dorm room and find the secret stash of the Paris Review, it may already be too late. 
> 
> What to do if you suspect your child is becoming an English major: 
> 
> 1. *Talk to your child in a loving way. Show your concern. Let her know you won't abandon her--but that you aren't spending a hundred grand to put her through Stanford so she can clerk at Waldenbooks, either. But remember that she may not be able to make a decision without help; perhaps she has just finished Madame Bovary and is dying of arsenic poisoning. 
> 
> 2. *Face the issue: Tell her what you know, and how: "I found this book in your purse.
How long has this been going on?" Ask the hard question--Who is this Count Vronsky? 
> 
> 3.Show her another way. Move the television set into her room. Introduce her to frat boys
>
> 4. *Do what you have to do. Tear up her library card. Make her stop signing her letters as 'Emma.' Force her to take a math class, or minor in Spanish. Transfer her to a Florida
college. You may be dealing with a life-threatening problem if one or more of the following applies: 
> 
> * *She can tell you how and when Thomas Chatterton died. 
> 
> * *She names one or more of her cats after a Romantic poet. 
> 
> * *Next to her bed is a picture of: Lord Byron, Virginia Woolf, Faulkner or any scene 
from the Lake District. 
> 
> Most important, remember, you are not alone. To seek help for yourself or someone you 
love, contact the nearest chapter of the  American Literature Abuse Society, or look under 
ALAS in your telephone directory.

Saturday, December 12, 2015

Suffering and mindfulness

The other day my middle son asked for help with a paper. He was comparing Frankenstein with designer babies and was struggling to put into words how the will of Victor Frankenstein to create life was similar to the will of the scientists who are experimenting with the genetic code to eliminate birth defects and to choose the sex and attributes of newly conceived babies.

It's been a long time since I read Frankenstein, but I thought I remembered that Dr. Frankenstein was motivated by the desire to create a superhuman.  His will to power is punished in an obvious way - the monster rebels. Is the fictional Frankenstein perhaps more concerned with creating life rather than perfecting it?

Meanwhile, perfecting life seems to be the impetus behind the engineering of genes.  The desire to eliminate birth defects from the genome is rooted in an admirable desire to prevent suffering. But will the ability to program genes result in the loss of something more?

There probably won't be obvious disastrous consequences like a murderous monster roaming the countryside.  But could there be more subtle results?  Sometimes it seems like the desire to eliminate suffering has already resulted in more suffering, because people who seem to have everything they need can't seem to be content. The smallest disappointment becomes tragic. And contentment itself could be dangerous - or at least deceptive, when it becomes a gauge to compare lives on social media.

The topic gave me the opportunity to praise suffering to my son. Don't be afraid of a little pain!  Be glad we put you into difficult situations like moving and changing schools and driving across country in a car with 9 family members!  It gives you a chance to build resiliency and grit and to learn that life is full of peaks and valleys! No peaks without the valleys! No spring without the winter! No brightness without the dark!  No joy without pain!

This quote from C. S. Lewis that I came across not too long ago sums up what I am trying to say:C. S. Lewis writes in The Problem of Pain, “Try to exclude the possibility of suffering which the order of nature and the existence of free-wills involve, and you find that you have excluded life itself.”

Last month we heard about the suicides of two teens in our circle of acquaintance. One of the kids had been diagnosed with depression and was on medication. I keep hearing about the difficulty of medicating teen depression because the drugs react differently with teen hormones. I also heard about two adult suicides in our neighborhood.  And last night there was more "police activity" on a local bridge, as the traffic alert text message I received told me.  I have learned that when there is an accident or construction, the text message relays that. "Police activity" I suspect is code for a suicide intervention.

So it was timely that the kids' school offered a recent training in suicide prevention. Basically, the main message was to engage with a person who is experiencing suicidal thoughts. Be direct in asking if the person is feeling suicidal, be willing to listen and to persuade the person that he or she is loved, and then refer for help -  QPR was the acronym, playing on CPR. Question, Persuade, Refer. More information here.

It is unfortunate that more and more often, suicide is chosen as a way to escape suffering.  Perhaps because our society is so afraid of suffering, so unwilling to admit that it is inevitable and can even be a good thing?  Could the idea of mindfulness sometimes lead people who aren't naturally cheerful to think that contentment is the natural state of being, when often it is not sustainable?  So many factors could contribute to compounding the amount of misery a depressed person might feel - social media, the cult of health and happiness and hedonism leading to self doubt and self loathing, isolation, broken families, loss of faith, loss of hope.

Life isn't always pretty and fun. And does it ever turn out the way you imagined? Faith, hope, and love help us continue to see life as worth living, even with or because of the pain.

So maybe the kids need to learn more about grit and resilience, the newer watch words, than mindfulness, and the idea that if we just pay attention more closely, we'll be happy.  Beata.  Blessed. A state of being that happens only after death.

Monday, December 7, 2015

Balmy and blue skies in early winter

Runner girl

View of home

Point Loma lighthouse

Tidal caves
What is this is my shoe? St. Nicholas has been here.



Sisters


Advent tree - no decor yet. Once we talked about just having a barren tree during Advent for theological/philosophical reasons. But now we have one because we can't seem to find the time to decorate it when everyone is home and free of homework.

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