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Aug 2012 shore

"'It was an awkward business, my dear, your spending the autumn at South End instead of coming here. I never had much opinion of the sea air.' 

'Mr Wingfield most strenuously recommended it, sir, or we should not have gone. He recommended it for all the children, but particularly for the weakness in little Bella's throat – the air and the bathing…. Oh my dear sir, her throat is so much better that I have hardly any uneasiness about it… the bathing has been of the greatest service to her.'"

– Emma, Jane Austen

 I have always been intrigued by the way books have portrayed people's hopes and fears about air and water. In some works, from Shakespeare to Laura Ingalls Wilder, there was great suspicion about air quality, particularly night air. By contrast, mountain air and sea air were widely recommended to those suffering from any number of ailments. When all else failed, moving to warmer, coastal climates was often tried when it could be afforded. 

Maybe it is those old books or maybe it is how little time I have spent at the sea in my life that make for my fanciful notions of the shore.  Either way, I had my heart set on an afternoon at the coast now that it is relatively close by.  We ended up at Felixstowe, known for its spa and 'convalescent home' for those seeking therapeutic advantages the local coastal breezes afford. Even today there are wheelchairs pushed up and down the length of the promenade.  Such a difference from our hospital rooms with their sterilized air and tightly secured windows which allow patients to see, but not feel, the air outside.

Anyway, although local opinion seems to be that it is not the loveliest coastal area to visit, I found it all magical. 

 

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courage and sacrifice

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To resume our history of the decline: the beginning of the end of the formal study of the Greeks arrived in the 1960's.  Classics – lonely amo, amas, amat in the carrel, Demosthenes' hokey sermons on courage and sacrifice, Livy's advice to fight the good war – became worse than irrelevant.  The entire package was viewed as  part of the reactionary establishment.  It had to be jettisoned.  Classics was ancient, it was dominated by 'old' white males, it was time-consuming and difficult.  So much page-turning, so many "no's" and "don'ts", and "stop-its." Absolutes, standards, memorization, and traditional values had no place on a campus where modernity, relevance, and ideology were the new mantras; to say as much publicly brought self-affirmation and a sense of revolutionary commitment. 

University administrators caved in to the complaints of young often self-righteous students.  Curricular 'reform' followed, resulting in the virtual abandonment of core courses – important, basic classes which required students to gain at least some familiarity with the literature, grammar, philosophy, history, and language of Classical study. (Even the Vatican gave in, dumping latin as the Church's universal language.) Professional 'educators' and social scientists leaped into the vacuum, spreading therapeutics through the university, metastasizing their "I'm growing" and "Tell us about yourself" like cancer cells in a weakened system.  The seeds of the "feel-good" curriculum were planted, the crops of which we are harvesting in today's pressing concern for institutionally imposed self-esteem. This new, ultra-sensitive curriculum… ran directly counter to Greek wisdom.

Students of this new age, no longer either compelled to memorize irregular comparative adjectives or eager to soak up the corny wisdom of Sophoclean tragedy, now needed to be enticed back into the traditional classroom. Scholars were forced to win back their students and to convert the now preoccupied public to their own particular enclaves.

Who Killed Homer? Victor Hanson and John Heath

An upside to moving an imposing volume of books all over the planet is to unearth hidden gems in your home library. I have acquired a good many more books than I've had time to read in the past couple decades. It is a great pleasure to dig into them now, with not much more time perhaps, but a somewhat clearer head.  Sleeping through the night – at least more often – does that for you. ; D 

I will confess I do not read latin and Greek in the original, however as the university went, so went the lower schools.  The same fallout seems to have been experienced in trickle down fashion right through the grades which I do deal with daily. This book coincided with Colin, Alannah, and I watching Men Who Stare at Goats, which was equal parts hysterical and tragic to watch as a child of the 70's.  They combined to leave me with a perpetual head shake and occasional grumble to myself this past week.

While the answer is not a joyless 'cracking down' I do feel that viewing absolutes and rigor differently is in order. Re-establishing a truth and rigor-based (versus an emotions-based) curriculum right here at home is a goal worthy of consideration lest we, too, find ourselves in a position of needing to entice our own students as we head 'back to school' shortly.

The bigger issue is the long term effect of relaxation of standards in our self-esteem. I thought of that over and over while reading Emma

"Emma was sorry… to be always doing more than she wished, and less than she ought! Why she did not like Jane Fairfax might be a difficult question to answer;  Mr. Knightley had once told her it was because she saw in her the really accomplished young woman, which she wanted to be thought herself, and though the accusation had been eagerly refuted at the time, there were moments of self-examination in which her conscience could not quite acquit her." 

How many of us are like Emma today it seems: clever and just well-read enough to appreciate education, but not disciplined enough to have truly acquired academic excellence. We are articulate, versus substantial. We like to think about thinking much as we like to think about exercise, nutrition, theology, teaching, homemaking, or any number of other topics far better than actually digging into the doing of them, which is always conserably less romantic.

These are the things I have been chewing on lately, particularly as we prepare for another year of learning. (and travel and sports and arts…) It is always daunting initially, looking at the year ahead and all we hope to accomplish, all we really must fit in. Step by step and day by day we proceed and, by the grace of God, succeed more often than not. Having these reminders helps. 

It's been an eclectic summer of Grace Livingston Hill, Beverly Cleary, and Jane Austen on one hand.  Hanson, Raymond Moore, and a handful of social science titles on the other. 

Brain is full. : ) 

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In the kitchen with Alannah – Chicken Pot Pie

 

Alannah is back guest blogging her summer culinary adventure's with us:

 

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We’ve been going through The Pioneer Womans cookbook and tried out her Chicken Pot Pie. Since I didn’t realize how long it would take for me to cut all the vegetables into tiny pieces (we had to double it which didn’t help) I was in a bit of a rush. Because of this, I didn’t let it thicken up as much as it should have. Luckily, no one would’ve known the difference.

It. Was. Delicious. : )

Round two tonight. 

– Alannah

last firsts

It was probably time.  We have talked about this for over a year now as those fine locks grew into something of a baby mullet. Maybe just even it up a bit? That was my husband's suggestion.  But oh those blonde baby locks. They are only for a season in my little ones' lives, completely void of fair haired ancestors as they are. I knew once they were clipped I wouldn't likely see them again.  So, the deed was delayed for a good long time. 

The day came however. Abbie Rose and her big girl haircut. The one she was sure was going to hurt.  It didn't.  Not for her, anyway. : ) 

 

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second by second

 

Every moment comes to you pregnant with a Divine Purpose; time being so precious that God only deals it out second by second. Once it leaves your hands and your power to do with it as you please, it plunges into eternity –

to remain forever what you made it. 

Fulton Sheen

I hope you are making the most of every moment this summer, before the last of them are lost to us.  Sharing some images from a 'big kid' outing my older kids enjoyed this month.  Can I say how very cool it is to have children old enough to vacation together? Even cooler – photography has become a family hobby.

(thank you Colin for these pictures!)

 

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Aug 2012 cambridge


Aug 2012 cambridge

Aug 2012 cambridge

 

together

Nine of our ten were under our roof this past week or so.  There have been a lot of trains and planes and touring happening.  In between there was a lot of volleyball, soccer, football, and board game playing. A fair amount of Olympics viewing.  And many hours of Lark Rise.  

Oh. my. word.  I can't document the past couple weeks without mention of viewing the entire first season of Lark Rise, based upon the memoirs of Flora Thompson. The girls are anxiously awaiting the original books.  BBC we heart you.  

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(Zach on L with his room mate on R)
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You don't let a little English rain stop you. Makes you grow. : ) 

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(another roomie of Z's during a rainy soccer match- this is how we entertain guests around here ; ))

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Their makeshift 'net'.  They are nothing if not innovative. Anything to get a game going. <g>

It has been a wonderful whirlwind-y visit. 

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Though a less wonderful haircut.  (on me)  I am working on that one. 

hedgerow

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Trimming the hedgerow along the farm lane has taken up some days this week. Similar hedges line the country roads throughout this area. They can grow to great heights you can see and are quite dense. A fellow can walk right across the top if he is heading to his favorite roost for the evening. 

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Isn't that right, Phil? Phil, the pheasant, of course.  You knew he would be named.