Each spring my peasant DNA demands expression. The primal need to get my hands into the loess of a garden urges me to plan a garden. There’s nothing like the smell of good soil; the feel of well turned dirt is incomparable! The sounds of birds building nests and tending their young fill my heart with delight. Life has returned to the Midwest. I am at-one with nature.
"The year’s at the spring
And day’s at the morn;
…
I spend hours of back breaking labor joyfully, kneeling in reverence to Mother Nature. The floral theme for the front yard is red and white this year. Nearly four dozen candy striped impatiens will greet visitors drawn to the Veranda which is surrounded by red and while striped geraniums and firecracker salvias. Soon baby rabbits will poke their heads out from the tell-tale holes we found in the front yard.
The back will host a variety of vegetables, herbs, and flowers. I have great hopes for the gladiolas. Sun exposure is perfect for the comestibles. Shady areas will feature forget-me-nots and the left over impatiens. Jolly dahlias will greet those who enter the yard. Peonies provide an early burst of color. The five-varieties-in-one apple tree already has delightful “baby apples.” Adding to the tree’s charm is a robin’s nest, carefully guarded by mom and pop red-breast.
The lark’s on the wing;
The snail’s on the thorn:
All the plants are in. I can sit back and reap the benefits of my plans and toil. My husband has helped with the drudge work. He, however, is not as “at-one” with the seasons as I. The cause of his unease is the pesky squirrel.
My husband has a “thing” about squirrels. He hates them. We have a large red oak in the backyard that provides beauty and shade. Hubby insists that the squirrels use the tree to bombard him with acorns in the fall. Marksmen squirrels take turns dropping their missiles on his head. He wanted to have the tree cut down last year, but rationality prevailed.
The oak is perfect for aerie squirrel nests. Parent squirrels break off branches and tear leaves to make their cozy home. A high and comfortable platform where large branches diverge makes secure footing for their fledgling rodents. Three times this spring the man has risked life and limb to knock the nests down. He has fashioned a nest destroying pike from the extendable tree trimmer. He wields his pike with abandon while precariously perched on an extension ladder.
I expect to be made a widow over those squirrels. “What harm are they doing?” I ask. “After all the poor things have to live somewhere.” I urge him to relax, enjoy, and stop to smell the roses. I exhort him to be at-one with nature.
God’s in his heaven—
All’s right with the world." [Robert Browning’s Pippa Passes]
He should be more like me, attuned to the rhythms of the earth. He must learn to enjoy birdsong at dawn; listen for the twitter of baby robins with sweet anticipation; yearn for an early glimpse of those adorable baby bunnies.
Wait! From the front gutters a secret sparrow nest spills groundflood too near the foundation. Those d---d rabbits are eating my geraniums and salvias. Squirrels have been digging up the corms. All those hours on my knees! Husband, hand me your pike.
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Monday, May 12, 2008
Italian Americans in Chicago
On Thursday, May 8, the Casa Italia in the Chicago suburb of Stone Park was the venue for the start of a three day conference dedicated to exploring the roots of the Italian American experience in the Chicago area. The official title of the conference was “Reconstructing Italians in Chicago: 25 Authors in Search of Roots and Branches.” It was both a celebration and a process of discovery.
Two of principal organizers were Dominic Candeloro and Fred L. Gardaphe, both professors of Italian American studies at their respective universities—University of Illinois at Chicago and New York’s SUNY. Their energy and enthusiasm was matched only by their hard work. Much of the success of the conference can be attributed to their vision, dedication, and sweat equity. Many other committed researchers and writers contributed to the success of the event.
The presentations were varied and my appreciation for my ancestors enlarged. Although I was able to attend only the first day, I was impressed by the energy exhibited. I learned a great deal that day, and, of course, ate well in the process. I would like to share some of the “epiphanies” I experienced.
Billy Lombardo is a spare and fierce young man. He is passionate about his writing, his family, and his Italian American heritage. Billy is gifted. After telling the audience about his Bridgeport neighborhood experiences, he read a portion of his book, The Logic of the Rose. WOW! What a magnificent command of language that man possesses. His book is a prose work well worth reading. His poetry must be fantastic.
The irony of early twentieth century do-gooders brought a smile to my face. Social workers and nutritionists tried in vain to eradicate the eating habits of southern Italians. They tried to replace their healthful diets of whole grains, olive oil, and vegetables with red meat and potatoes. Little could they have predicted that today’s Mediterranean Diet is lauded by the medical profession.
I had no idea that Italian American communities flourished beyond the near West Side of Chicago, near Taylor Street. There were so many neighborhoods with their churches and community organizations. There were too many neighborhoods to enable Italian Americans the political clout that the Irish and other immigrants have achieved. Several speakers indicated that this Chicago Diaspora within the larger Immigrant Diaspora was intentional. Italian American neighborhoods were gerrymandered to prevent political power accruing to this group. Chicago Italian Americans will never forgive Mayor Richard J. Daley’s theft of “Little Italy.” This vibrant neighborhood was sacrificed to the University of Illinois at Chicago’s Circle Campus.
Several of the speakers revealed the anguish they endured while struggling with academia in order to have the Italian American immigrant experience admitted as a field of legitimate study. Doctoral degrees were placed in peril just trying to get permission to explore the field. It remains difficult to this day. One must ask why our families’ experiences and the talent of Italian American writers are considered unworthy of scholarly study. The sting of rejection is a deep and extensive. It pervades our identity.
The stench of the Sopranos, the Godfather and the Black Hand lingers subliminally when others think of Italian Americans. It will never wash away. This stigma denigrates the accomplishment and generosity of the real Italian American. Will we always be different, sullied by the assumption that somewhere in each family tree lurks a Mafioso?
I have always been somewhat uncomfortable with my Italian American Heritage. My mother did not have Italian ancestry. I was the family’s first “half breed.” I never quite belonged. This separation deprived me of an appreciation of an important part of my identity. I have come to realize that my Italian American relatives were as vulnerable as I. Conferences like the one in Stone Park clarify memories. My Italian American heritage becomes a legitimate source of strength. Beneficial reconstruction of my roots was promoted by Thursday’s experiences. Wish you could have been there!
Two of principal organizers were Dominic Candeloro and Fred L. Gardaphe, both professors of Italian American studies at their respective universities—University of Illinois at Chicago and New York’s SUNY. Their energy and enthusiasm was matched only by their hard work. Much of the success of the conference can be attributed to their vision, dedication, and sweat equity. Many other committed researchers and writers contributed to the success of the event.
The presentations were varied and my appreciation for my ancestors enlarged. Although I was able to attend only the first day, I was impressed by the energy exhibited. I learned a great deal that day, and, of course, ate well in the process. I would like to share some of the “epiphanies” I experienced.
Billy Lombardo is a spare and fierce young man. He is passionate about his writing, his family, and his Italian American heritage. Billy is gifted. After telling the audience about his Bridgeport neighborhood experiences, he read a portion of his book, The Logic of the Rose. WOW! What a magnificent command of language that man possesses. His book is a prose work well worth reading. His poetry must be fantastic.
The irony of early twentieth century do-gooders brought a smile to my face. Social workers and nutritionists tried in vain to eradicate the eating habits of southern Italians. They tried to replace their healthful diets of whole grains, olive oil, and vegetables with red meat and potatoes. Little could they have predicted that today’s Mediterranean Diet is lauded by the medical profession.
I had no idea that Italian American communities flourished beyond the near West Side of Chicago, near Taylor Street. There were so many neighborhoods with their churches and community organizations. There were too many neighborhoods to enable Italian Americans the political clout that the Irish and other immigrants have achieved. Several speakers indicated that this Chicago Diaspora within the larger Immigrant Diaspora was intentional. Italian American neighborhoods were gerrymandered to prevent political power accruing to this group. Chicago Italian Americans will never forgive Mayor Richard J. Daley’s theft of “Little Italy.” This vibrant neighborhood was sacrificed to the University of Illinois at Chicago’s Circle Campus.
Several of the speakers revealed the anguish they endured while struggling with academia in order to have the Italian American immigrant experience admitted as a field of legitimate study. Doctoral degrees were placed in peril just trying to get permission to explore the field. It remains difficult to this day. One must ask why our families’ experiences and the talent of Italian American writers are considered unworthy of scholarly study. The sting of rejection is a deep and extensive. It pervades our identity.
The stench of the Sopranos, the Godfather and the Black Hand lingers subliminally when others think of Italian Americans. It will never wash away. This stigma denigrates the accomplishment and generosity of the real Italian American. Will we always be different, sullied by the assumption that somewhere in each family tree lurks a Mafioso?
I have always been somewhat uncomfortable with my Italian American Heritage. My mother did not have Italian ancestry. I was the family’s first “half breed.” I never quite belonged. This separation deprived me of an appreciation of an important part of my identity. I have come to realize that my Italian American relatives were as vulnerable as I. Conferences like the one in Stone Park clarify memories. My Italian American heritage becomes a legitimate source of strength. Beneficial reconstruction of my roots was promoted by Thursday’s experiences. Wish you could have been there!
Friday, April 18, 2008
Dumping Dewey
Libraries are an important constituent element in a community’s identity. Librarians take seriously their responsibility to keep materials relevant and useful to their particular service populations. Libraries are service organizations. This is true no matter what type of library—public, academic, or special.
What portion of the community is served by a public library? Ideally that number should approach 100%. Outreach services provide the home bound with library materials. Schools have close relationships with public librarians so that assignments can be completed beyond the carefully husbanded resources of a school library. Best sellers are purchased in quantity so that library patrons will not need to wait long before they have a chance to read what’s “hot.” Videos and DVDs fly off the shelves. Patrons have already paid for these services through their taxes. What’s not to like?
Unfortunately, the average community serves less than a quarter of its population. Some of the non-library users are just not interested. Many more are uncomfortable in a library setting. Even those who regularly check out best sellers and movies may be unaware of other services available. I can’t estimate how many people told me that they had no idea the reference librarians would answer their questions (and for free). Others feel uncomfortable asking for help. They “feel stupid.”
No one should ever be made to “feel stupid” in a public library. No one should leave without getting what they came for, or advice on how to get it. When our library was testing the viability of having a roving reference feature each of us tried taking a laptop to the people using the library. I stationed myself at the top of the stairs and asked those who were leaving the building if they had found what they were looking for. It was amazing to learn how many had not.
When library patrons leave unsatisfied, the library has failed. The reasons behind that failure may be complex; part of the solution can be simple. Dump Dewey. There are two major classification systems used by libraries: the Dewey Decimal Classification (DDC) and the Library of Congress System (LC). The latter is used most often by universities because it is more enumerative than Dewey which is widely used in public and school libraries. Dewey has a long history in library classification and is currently in its 22nd version.
[The Dewey Decimal Classification system is a proprietary entity; DDC22 is currently owned by OCLC Online Computer Library Center, Inc.]
LC employs about 21 main subject headings; DDC has ten. After an initial subject heading like “P” for Language and Literature, LC becomes very complicated, placing fictional works in the same “P” category as literary and language materials. Most public libraries learned long ago that placement of fictional works by author and genre worked well for its users.
The issue for public libraries arises when classifying non-fiction. Dewey often tends to aggregate too many different subjects within one of its ten divisions, known as the hundreds (“100s”). A breakdown by the “10s” becomes the only way to sort out topics. For example: the 700s are designated for “the Arts.” It is used for architecture, landscape design, photography, games, art, fashion, music, dance, sports, movies and TV, interior design and other “arts.” Sports are in the 790s; baseball is at 796.357. It is extremely difficult to browse the “700s” when you don’t understand its nuances and you’re not sure exactly what you’re looking for! If you want on baseball injuries, you’re in the wrong section.
Dewey has been used in public libraries for decades. It has an internal consistency and logic that few fully appreciate. These features are often expressed in the replication of a number sequence or to the right of the decimal point. Decimal places are also assigned as a means to refine sub-sub-topics. For example: European History is classified in the 940s. Irish history is classified at 941.5. Travel to Europe falls in the 914s; travel to Ireland is 914.15; travel books about Dublin alone are at 914.1835. Many libraries classify biographies at 920 and 921. A science book about a physicist’s life in science might be classified with the DDC call number 530.92.
DDC has subtleties that are admirable. Too often, these subtleties create barriers for non-cognoscenti who are looking for a book. Health books can be found in the 610s, 362s, 646s, 100s, and even the 700s, depending on which aspect of health and medicine is emphasized. The library user wants a book, not a tour of the stacks!
Logic, consistency, and precision are highly valued by library catalogers who want to place materials in just the right spot. These qualities become ludicrous when overdone. Try searching for a book with a call number like 341.0097623941 Ab76. Believe me; this little old librarian lady with bifocals is going to have a hard time finding that book especially if it is on the bottom shelf! What of the casual library visitor?
[The Cutter letters and numbers that follow a call number like Ab76 usually refer to authors, but can refer to subjects and titles. Cutters reflect the holdings of a particular library—but we are not going there.]
Unfortunately the average library user does not visit their public library to admire the classification system. What they come for is to find something to read. Why do libraries have to make it so hard? Would Melville Dewey turn in his grave if libraries gave their users a break? Libraries need to take a page from the book store. KISS!*
Today’s information seeker is more accustomed to using keywords that are inclusive and straightforward. Surely subtlety can meld with simplicity to create a system both user-friendly and logical. Libraries should rethink classification and adapt organization of knowledge to the end user. The following example, which I’ll call the Direct Classification System, may not be the best solution but it’s a place to begin. New paradigms must be established to keep libraries relevant to the community’s needs.
First I would propose the creation of straightforward, commonsense keywords, not “official subject headings.” Primary keywords should take precedence over Dewey classification definitions. Keywords should be user-friendly and universally accessible to the public; inclusive without nit-picking. Sub-topic divisions—or secondary keywords—would reflect the topic’s most important aspects. More detailed classification using a modified Dewey could be used to reflect the cataloger’s art and logic within sub-divisions. Online catalogs would indicate placement by Primary and Secondary Keyword Areas before any number designations. This Direct Classification System might get the user to the target area faster.
Next, I would organize keyword areas broadly. Sub-divisions should intelligently incorporate the complete spectrum of materials that come under the commonsense main heading. If books deal with health put them all together. Mental illness and psychology/self help are currently in separate Dewey 100s sections. Books on family and children’s health are in the “domestic science” section but childhood diseases and autism are in “medical sciences” although both fall into the “600s” designated for “Technology.” Additionally, many libraries remain ambivalent about Audio/Visual materials. These need to be located on the same shelf as books that deal with the same topic. Why not place exercise DVDs next to the exercise books?
Finally keep the end user in mind at all times. Be flexible and open ended. Signage must be attractive, clear, and plentiful. Sections should be situated according to some recognizable plan, most commonly alphabetically, or a combination of alphabetical and related topics. If the user does not want to use the online catalog, the logic of this classification system will lead the user directly to the correct area and its sub-divisions. A simple and attractive explanation of each section and its sub-sections can be placed on the stack ends.
Direct Classification reflects a 21st century mind set that utilizes familiar keyword retrieval terms and graphics. As an example I will use Bartlett’s Familiar Quotations, Sixteenth Edition. Using the Library of Congress system it will be located at PN 6081. B27 (date), just before all the fiction in the “PRs.” Most public libraries will place it at 808.882 Bar. There are a lot of 808s. A “Dewey Free Zone” public library using the Direct Classification System would place it in “Writer’s Resources” (with nice graphic), followed by alphabetic subdivisions like “Grammar,” “Publishers,” and “Quotations.”
Which would you prefer?
*Keep It Simple,Stupid—in this case it’s the complex library classification system that qualifies most ironically as “stupid.”
What portion of the community is served by a public library? Ideally that number should approach 100%. Outreach services provide the home bound with library materials. Schools have close relationships with public librarians so that assignments can be completed beyond the carefully husbanded resources of a school library. Best sellers are purchased in quantity so that library patrons will not need to wait long before they have a chance to read what’s “hot.” Videos and DVDs fly off the shelves. Patrons have already paid for these services through their taxes. What’s not to like?
Unfortunately, the average community serves less than a quarter of its population. Some of the non-library users are just not interested. Many more are uncomfortable in a library setting. Even those who regularly check out best sellers and movies may be unaware of other services available. I can’t estimate how many people told me that they had no idea the reference librarians would answer their questions (and for free). Others feel uncomfortable asking for help. They “feel stupid.”
No one should ever be made to “feel stupid” in a public library. No one should leave without getting what they came for, or advice on how to get it. When our library was testing the viability of having a roving reference feature each of us tried taking a laptop to the people using the library. I stationed myself at the top of the stairs and asked those who were leaving the building if they had found what they were looking for. It was amazing to learn how many had not.
When library patrons leave unsatisfied, the library has failed. The reasons behind that failure may be complex; part of the solution can be simple. Dump Dewey. There are two major classification systems used by libraries: the Dewey Decimal Classification (DDC) and the Library of Congress System (LC). The latter is used most often by universities because it is more enumerative than Dewey which is widely used in public and school libraries. Dewey has a long history in library classification and is currently in its 22nd version.
[The Dewey Decimal Classification system is a proprietary entity; DDC22 is currently owned by OCLC Online Computer Library Center, Inc.]
LC employs about 21 main subject headings; DDC has ten. After an initial subject heading like “P” for Language and Literature, LC becomes very complicated, placing fictional works in the same “P” category as literary and language materials. Most public libraries learned long ago that placement of fictional works by author and genre worked well for its users.
The issue for public libraries arises when classifying non-fiction. Dewey often tends to aggregate too many different subjects within one of its ten divisions, known as the hundreds (“100s”). A breakdown by the “10s” becomes the only way to sort out topics. For example: the 700s are designated for “the Arts.” It is used for architecture, landscape design, photography, games, art, fashion, music, dance, sports, movies and TV, interior design and other “arts.” Sports are in the 790s; baseball is at 796.357. It is extremely difficult to browse the “700s” when you don’t understand its nuances and you’re not sure exactly what you’re looking for! If you want on baseball injuries, you’re in the wrong section.
Dewey has been used in public libraries for decades. It has an internal consistency and logic that few fully appreciate. These features are often expressed in the replication of a number sequence or to the right of the decimal point. Decimal places are also assigned as a means to refine sub-sub-topics. For example: European History is classified in the 940s. Irish history is classified at 941.5. Travel to Europe falls in the 914s; travel to Ireland is 914.15; travel books about Dublin alone are at 914.1835. Many libraries classify biographies at 920 and 921. A science book about a physicist’s life in science might be classified with the DDC call number 530.92.
DDC has subtleties that are admirable. Too often, these subtleties create barriers for non-cognoscenti who are looking for a book. Health books can be found in the 610s, 362s, 646s, 100s, and even the 700s, depending on which aspect of health and medicine is emphasized. The library user wants a book, not a tour of the stacks!
Logic, consistency, and precision are highly valued by library catalogers who want to place materials in just the right spot. These qualities become ludicrous when overdone. Try searching for a book with a call number like 341.0097623941 Ab76. Believe me; this little old librarian lady with bifocals is going to have a hard time finding that book especially if it is on the bottom shelf! What of the casual library visitor?
[The Cutter letters and numbers that follow a call number like Ab76 usually refer to authors, but can refer to subjects and titles. Cutters reflect the holdings of a particular library—but we are not going there.]
Unfortunately the average library user does not visit their public library to admire the classification system. What they come for is to find something to read. Why do libraries have to make it so hard? Would Melville Dewey turn in his grave if libraries gave their users a break? Libraries need to take a page from the book store. KISS!*
Today’s information seeker is more accustomed to using keywords that are inclusive and straightforward. Surely subtlety can meld with simplicity to create a system both user-friendly and logical. Libraries should rethink classification and adapt organization of knowledge to the end user. The following example, which I’ll call the Direct Classification System, may not be the best solution but it’s a place to begin. New paradigms must be established to keep libraries relevant to the community’s needs.
First I would propose the creation of straightforward, commonsense keywords, not “official subject headings.” Primary keywords should take precedence over Dewey classification definitions. Keywords should be user-friendly and universally accessible to the public; inclusive without nit-picking. Sub-topic divisions—or secondary keywords—would reflect the topic’s most important aspects. More detailed classification using a modified Dewey could be used to reflect the cataloger’s art and logic within sub-divisions. Online catalogs would indicate placement by Primary and Secondary Keyword Areas before any number designations. This Direct Classification System might get the user to the target area faster.
Next, I would organize keyword areas broadly. Sub-divisions should intelligently incorporate the complete spectrum of materials that come under the commonsense main heading. If books deal with health put them all together. Mental illness and psychology/self help are currently in separate Dewey 100s sections. Books on family and children’s health are in the “domestic science” section but childhood diseases and autism are in “medical sciences” although both fall into the “600s” designated for “Technology.” Additionally, many libraries remain ambivalent about Audio/Visual materials. These need to be located on the same shelf as books that deal with the same topic. Why not place exercise DVDs next to the exercise books?
Finally keep the end user in mind at all times. Be flexible and open ended. Signage must be attractive, clear, and plentiful. Sections should be situated according to some recognizable plan, most commonly alphabetically, or a combination of alphabetical and related topics. If the user does not want to use the online catalog, the logic of this classification system will lead the user directly to the correct area and its sub-divisions. A simple and attractive explanation of each section and its sub-sections can be placed on the stack ends.
Direct Classification reflects a 21st century mind set that utilizes familiar keyword retrieval terms and graphics. As an example I will use Bartlett’s Familiar Quotations, Sixteenth Edition. Using the Library of Congress system it will be located at PN 6081. B27 (date), just before all the fiction in the “PRs.” Most public libraries will place it at 808.882 Bar. There are a lot of 808s. A “Dewey Free Zone” public library using the Direct Classification System would place it in “Writer’s Resources” (with nice graphic), followed by alphabetic subdivisions like “Grammar,” “Publishers,” and “Quotations.”
Which would you prefer?
*Keep It Simple,Stupid—in this case it’s the complex library classification system that qualifies most ironically as “stupid.”
Wednesday, April 02, 2008
A Midwesterner Ponders Change
I’ve lived in the Midwest all my life. Midwesterners are hard-working, no-nonsense, and sensible people. We generally act only after careful deliberation, eschewing the flashy and trendy. We have deep roots. When I am faced with the possibility of relocating to southern California, my deliberations must proceed slowly in order to evaluate the consequences of that move. I’m no stranger to southern California. Long before part of our family moved there we found it a good place to visit. We have just returned from an extended visit. The question I must consider now is whether or not I want to live there.
Hands down, southern California has great weather—boring, but great. Most Midwesterners think it is uniformly warm, but it is not. Near the ocean, temperatures range between the 60s and low 70s during the day. Evenings require a light sweater. The water is very cool. Surfer movies lead one to assume a skimpy bathing suit and surfboard are all you need for the sport. Real life surfers wear wet suits to keep warm. (Incidentally, the Midwesterner wants to know when these surfers work and go to school.)
The desert—and southern California really is desert—can be very hot. Rainfall is quite modest. The green of late winter too quickly becomes brown and sere. There are deciduous trees, but the stunning colors of the upper Midwest never appear. Palm trees are messy and ugly. The flowers of California are multitudinous and magnificent. Californians just take their nice weather for granted; no Midwesterner would. I’m sure I would miss the variety and persistence of green trees and fields that is our reward for enduring winter.
Although the Great Madrid fault that produced the largest magnitude earthquake in the continental U. S. is located in the Midwest, it is generally benign. In California the threat of severe earthquake is taken for granted in much the same way as the nice weather. Personally, I prefer solid, un-shifting ground beneath my feet.
Other cataclysms Californians expect include wild fires. These are a serious, recurring, and potentially expensive threat. Dangerous winds from the desert feed the fires. In a few hours all that you posses can be destroyed. Life is precarious and one must be prepared to evacuate homes on very short notice. In the Midwest the most persistent threats are tornado and flood. These are every bit as destructive as wild fires and earthquake. Neither the west coast nor the Midwest has an advantage in this area.
What are some of the now and future problems each area needs to address? In southern California water and fuel are critical natural resources to consider. Southern California is vastly overbuilt. Drought conditions along the Colorado River and in the Southwest will require the rationing of water in southern California very soon. Water rights will take a commanding position as scarcity and agribusiness tighten the clamps on southern California’s water supply. Californians seem to be in a state of denial about a looming water crisis. It is real and needs to be addressed. Resolutions will be very costly.
Californians love their automobiles. Distance is measured in minutes, not miles. Californians spend a lot of time in their cars. Freeways are super sized and almost always at capacity. (Some of the nastiest drivers I’ve ever seen drive on those roads.) Gasoline prices were running about $3.65 as a minimum at Easter. Smog persists in the valleys despite emission regulations that are the toughest in the country. One will see some alternate fuel cars and many bio-fuel buses. One cannot fail to notice a plethora of very expensive cars that most Midwesterners would only view in a film. These status symbol cars require expensive fuels. Just how much will the Californian be willing to pay? The conspicuous consumption of their automobiles belies their vocal “save the planet” mantra. There is a disingenuous attitude most Midwesterners would spot a mile off, but that Californians fail to acknowledge.
The Midwest is not without its problems. There persists the feeling that the middle of America has past its heyday. Our population is aging; youngsters seek more exciting venues. Midwesterners have experienced a loss of manufacturing jobs, jobs that will never return. Transportation infrastructure desperately needs attention. Highways are insufficient; bridges and roads in disrepair. Travelers are advised to avoid Chicago’s O’Hare airport. Its problems are far beyond the need for new runways.
There emerges an undercurrent of sentiment that the Midwest is peripheral in today’s economy and culture. We have been passed over; we’re out of the loop. New Year’s Eve TV celebration coverage views its major cities as irrelevant. We are part of the rust belt and suffer psychologically from the loss of manufacturing, and meaning.
I am, of course, still skirting the real issues involved in a decision to move from my lifelong Midwestern home. Can I become a Californian? My views on southern California are entirely personal, idiosyncratic, and possibly unfair. However my perception of the southern California persona is critical to the decision making process. How much is vincible ignorance? Am I too old to change these opinions? Do I want to change them? Should I want to change them?
How do I perceive the average Californian? There is a superficiality I find discomforting. One of the first things I noticed is reinforced by watching the ads on TV. Image is all. Californians are conspicuous consumers. They are lean, and intolerant. There is nothing about the image that can’t be improved with a nip & tuck, a lift, a peel, fancy car, expensive—read, overpriced—home. TV ads show a populous obsessed with image. (One might expect that every Californian is just waiting to be discovered at the local Starbucks.) The appearance of prosperity and success passes for the real thing, but not all live the good life as you soon understand by perusing the re-sale and consignment stores that proliferate on the Pacific Coast Highway.
A Midwesterner’s expectations are more modest. Many of us may care more about the appearance of our lawns than our physiques. Maybe we’re genetically incapable of the hedonism of the southern Californian. Everything in California seems fast and shiny new. Cutting edge technology, bio-tech, impressive corporate headquarters abound. At the back of the Midwestern mind-set, is the fear that these, too, will pass away. The young may well embrace the edginess, but older Midwesterners proceed with caution. Somehow I can’t get past a discomforting sense that this “chic, tomorrow, and global” milieu might really be part of Disneyland. Something about California whispers ephemera.
Before I make the decision to uproot my life, these perceptions must be resolved through the lens of objectivity. It may be that it is too late for me to change so radically. There are private, family reasons in favor of such a move that I have not addressed herein. However I feel that it is important to determine whether or not I want to become a southern Californian apart from those reasons. How do I weigh family influences against personal prejudice? If family reasons for re-location ultimately prove transitory I might find myself stuck in a place I hate, financially poorer, and spiritually bereft. Resolution will take some time.
Hands down, southern California has great weather—boring, but great. Most Midwesterners think it is uniformly warm, but it is not. Near the ocean, temperatures range between the 60s and low 70s during the day. Evenings require a light sweater. The water is very cool. Surfer movies lead one to assume a skimpy bathing suit and surfboard are all you need for the sport. Real life surfers wear wet suits to keep warm. (Incidentally, the Midwesterner wants to know when these surfers work and go to school.)
The desert—and southern California really is desert—can be very hot. Rainfall is quite modest. The green of late winter too quickly becomes brown and sere. There are deciduous trees, but the stunning colors of the upper Midwest never appear. Palm trees are messy and ugly. The flowers of California are multitudinous and magnificent. Californians just take their nice weather for granted; no Midwesterner would. I’m sure I would miss the variety and persistence of green trees and fields that is our reward for enduring winter.
Although the Great Madrid fault that produced the largest magnitude earthquake in the continental U. S. is located in the Midwest, it is generally benign. In California the threat of severe earthquake is taken for granted in much the same way as the nice weather. Personally, I prefer solid, un-shifting ground beneath my feet.
Other cataclysms Californians expect include wild fires. These are a serious, recurring, and potentially expensive threat. Dangerous winds from the desert feed the fires. In a few hours all that you posses can be destroyed. Life is precarious and one must be prepared to evacuate homes on very short notice. In the Midwest the most persistent threats are tornado and flood. These are every bit as destructive as wild fires and earthquake. Neither the west coast nor the Midwest has an advantage in this area.
What are some of the now and future problems each area needs to address? In southern California water and fuel are critical natural resources to consider. Southern California is vastly overbuilt. Drought conditions along the Colorado River and in the Southwest will require the rationing of water in southern California very soon. Water rights will take a commanding position as scarcity and agribusiness tighten the clamps on southern California’s water supply. Californians seem to be in a state of denial about a looming water crisis. It is real and needs to be addressed. Resolutions will be very costly.
Californians love their automobiles. Distance is measured in minutes, not miles. Californians spend a lot of time in their cars. Freeways are super sized and almost always at capacity. (Some of the nastiest drivers I’ve ever seen drive on those roads.) Gasoline prices were running about $3.65 as a minimum at Easter. Smog persists in the valleys despite emission regulations that are the toughest in the country. One will see some alternate fuel cars and many bio-fuel buses. One cannot fail to notice a plethora of very expensive cars that most Midwesterners would only view in a film. These status symbol cars require expensive fuels. Just how much will the Californian be willing to pay? The conspicuous consumption of their automobiles belies their vocal “save the planet” mantra. There is a disingenuous attitude most Midwesterners would spot a mile off, but that Californians fail to acknowledge.
The Midwest is not without its problems. There persists the feeling that the middle of America has past its heyday. Our population is aging; youngsters seek more exciting venues. Midwesterners have experienced a loss of manufacturing jobs, jobs that will never return. Transportation infrastructure desperately needs attention. Highways are insufficient; bridges and roads in disrepair. Travelers are advised to avoid Chicago’s O’Hare airport. Its problems are far beyond the need for new runways.
There emerges an undercurrent of sentiment that the Midwest is peripheral in today’s economy and culture. We have been passed over; we’re out of the loop. New Year’s Eve TV celebration coverage views its major cities as irrelevant. We are part of the rust belt and suffer psychologically from the loss of manufacturing, and meaning.
I am, of course, still skirting the real issues involved in a decision to move from my lifelong Midwestern home. Can I become a Californian? My views on southern California are entirely personal, idiosyncratic, and possibly unfair. However my perception of the southern California persona is critical to the decision making process. How much is vincible ignorance? Am I too old to change these opinions? Do I want to change them? Should I want to change them?
How do I perceive the average Californian? There is a superficiality I find discomforting. One of the first things I noticed is reinforced by watching the ads on TV. Image is all. Californians are conspicuous consumers. They are lean, and intolerant. There is nothing about the image that can’t be improved with a nip & tuck, a lift, a peel, fancy car, expensive—read, overpriced—home. TV ads show a populous obsessed with image. (One might expect that every Californian is just waiting to be discovered at the local Starbucks.) The appearance of prosperity and success passes for the real thing, but not all live the good life as you soon understand by perusing the re-sale and consignment stores that proliferate on the Pacific Coast Highway.
A Midwesterner’s expectations are more modest. Many of us may care more about the appearance of our lawns than our physiques. Maybe we’re genetically incapable of the hedonism of the southern Californian. Everything in California seems fast and shiny new. Cutting edge technology, bio-tech, impressive corporate headquarters abound. At the back of the Midwestern mind-set, is the fear that these, too, will pass away. The young may well embrace the edginess, but older Midwesterners proceed with caution. Somehow I can’t get past a discomforting sense that this “chic, tomorrow, and global” milieu might really be part of Disneyland. Something about California whispers ephemera.
Before I make the decision to uproot my life, these perceptions must be resolved through the lens of objectivity. It may be that it is too late for me to change so radically. There are private, family reasons in favor of such a move that I have not addressed herein. However I feel that it is important to determine whether or not I want to become a southern Californian apart from those reasons. How do I weigh family influences against personal prejudice? If family reasons for re-location ultimately prove transitory I might find myself stuck in a place I hate, financially poorer, and spiritually bereft. Resolution will take some time.
Thursday, February 28, 2008
R.I.P. William F. Buckley, Jr.
One of my heroes has died. I never had the privilege of knowing Bill Buckley in person. I don't move in such august circles. I did have the pleasure of knowing him through his quick paced television program, Firing Line, and through The National Review and many of his books. Mr. Buckley helped frame my opinions and appreciation of modern American society.
There's a Country song that states, "She had me from 'Hello'." Of course, Buckley never trifled with such a simple greeting, but he captured me nevertheless. Buckley had style, verve, wit nonpareil, and panache. William F. Buckley, Jr. set the bar high. He was an unapologetic patrician and the modern political version of Socrates' gadfly. One could only aspire to a view over the bar, few cleared it.
In one of his books, Buckley wrote about the first time he saw the house that was to be his future home. The realtor brought him and his wife to a lovely home, but Buckley felt a certain unease. Finally he realized what was wrong. There were no books in the house. He soon remedied that. Throughout his life Buckley wrote more than 50 of his own to fill shelves abundant with the finest thoughts of the finest minds. Perhaps he could also be considered a modern day Montaigne too.
William F. Buckley Jr.'s most successful venture was his magazine, The National Review. I'm not sure everyone understood its raison d'etre. Naturally it was a forum for the best in conservative thought. It gained that excellence through the magazine's willingness to present divergent views on such topics as deficit spending and star wars technology. Those who think Mr. Buckley's media instrument closed minds are wrong, although I cannot say as much for the current publication. He thoroughly enjoyed the parry and thrust of intellectual exchange. His wit and good will mitigated a well-placed touche. As he tightened the web about an opponent, his eyes betrayed an amused "got ya!" Even Mr. Buckley's "enemies" spoke well of the man.
My condolence to his son, siblings, and grandchildren. If Aristotle's Happy Life can only be achieved at the end of the examined good life, then Bill Buckley is indeed very happy today.
There's a Country song that states, "She had me from 'Hello'." Of course, Buckley never trifled with such a simple greeting, but he captured me nevertheless. Buckley had style, verve, wit nonpareil, and panache. William F. Buckley, Jr. set the bar high. He was an unapologetic patrician and the modern political version of Socrates' gadfly. One could only aspire to a view over the bar, few cleared it.
In one of his books, Buckley wrote about the first time he saw the house that was to be his future home. The realtor brought him and his wife to a lovely home, but Buckley felt a certain unease. Finally he realized what was wrong. There were no books in the house. He soon remedied that. Throughout his life Buckley wrote more than 50 of his own to fill shelves abundant with the finest thoughts of the finest minds. Perhaps he could also be considered a modern day Montaigne too.
William F. Buckley Jr.'s most successful venture was his magazine, The National Review. I'm not sure everyone understood its raison d'etre. Naturally it was a forum for the best in conservative thought. It gained that excellence through the magazine's willingness to present divergent views on such topics as deficit spending and star wars technology. Those who think Mr. Buckley's media instrument closed minds are wrong, although I cannot say as much for the current publication. He thoroughly enjoyed the parry and thrust of intellectual exchange. His wit and good will mitigated a well-placed touche. As he tightened the web about an opponent, his eyes betrayed an amused "got ya!" Even Mr. Buckley's "enemies" spoke well of the man.
My condolence to his son, siblings, and grandchildren. If Aristotle's Happy Life can only be achieved at the end of the examined good life, then Bill Buckley is indeed very happy today.
Tuesday, February 05, 2008
Return of the Growlerie
It's been some time since I "vented" via the Growlerie. In case you don't recall the literary reference, the Growlerie comes from Charles Dicken's Bleak House. It was the place where the generous John Jarndyce went to rail against life's injustice and vent his anger with irritations major and minor. Herein find the first edition of 2008's irritations, major and minor.
Top of the list must be the winter weather in the Midwest/Great Lakes region. We've had snow, snow, ice, sub-zero temperatures, snow, snow, fog...ENOUGH ALREADY! Unfortunately a new "major snow event" is on it way. I do not live on the "wrong side of the lake" where the hardy thrive and the entrepreneural clean up with snow and ice fishing lovers. Yipes!
Silence is golden, but almost impossible to find anymore. In the grocery stores the shopper is bombarded with acid rock, hip-hop, and other annoying "music." It seems that the days of bland and canned tunes has given way to the teen age stock boy's top twenty radio stations. It makes one eager to get out of the store as soon as possible.
If you manage to ignore the terrible tunes, you must try to avoid the ubiquitious television screens placed in produce, meats, check out lines. I have not given them a glance--and will not-- but you can't avoid the noise. Ditto for hospital sitting areas, ER waiting rooms, and doctor's offices. The "one eyed god" is inescapable. It is hard to read or carry on a quiet conversation because everyone must attend this idol.
Close to the top is the word "change," the overused and misunderstood mantra of every political candidate running for office. Change who, what, where, when, why and how? Change one; change for the better; change for the worst; change for change sake; exchange...please.
The fourth estate is a necessary and integral part of a democratic society, except when the news media crosses the line and begins to create and/or shape news events. It has begun to shape public opinion, not report it. Several good presidential candidates suffered from the media's slant on the most newsworthy candidates. They did not get the exposure they were entitled to and thence were unable to present their suitability. Coverage and money rules--but that's for another Growlerie.
General news is too selective, with emphasis placed on the sensational. "If it bleeds, it leads" has proven itself a money making paradigm for news stations. Even the weather has succumbed, no longer showing temperature, but rather emphasizing "wind chill." It's so much more compelling to have a map full of sub zero temperatures than real ones.
Finally, school administrators bewail the lack of science and math teachers. College students seem to favor business, tech, and other better paying professions. It seems that, for the majority of students, math and science are too hard. [Oh my!] There are easier ways to make the grade. But, if the student does do well in math and the sciences, the dearth of qualified scientists and mathematicians guarantees a well paying job in business and research. Teaching is not lucrative, however rewarding. It's hard to get that science or math degree. Teaching is challenging and, frequently, discouraging work. It doesn't pay well. But the current lack of teachers in the sciences and math will become a self-fulfilling prophesy for failure in the future. There is way too much emphasis on making money and making a name for oneself. Perhaps our priorites need a bit of readjustment.
Now, that feels better. I think I'll get my shovel out and start to work on the driveway.
Top of the list must be the winter weather in the Midwest/Great Lakes region. We've had snow, snow, ice, sub-zero temperatures, snow, snow, fog...ENOUGH ALREADY! Unfortunately a new "major snow event" is on it way. I do not live on the "wrong side of the lake" where the hardy thrive and the entrepreneural clean up with snow and ice fishing lovers. Yipes!
Silence is golden, but almost impossible to find anymore. In the grocery stores the shopper is bombarded with acid rock, hip-hop, and other annoying "music." It seems that the days of bland and canned tunes has given way to the teen age stock boy's top twenty radio stations. It makes one eager to get out of the store as soon as possible.
If you manage to ignore the terrible tunes, you must try to avoid the ubiquitious television screens placed in produce, meats, check out lines. I have not given them a glance--and will not-- but you can't avoid the noise. Ditto for hospital sitting areas, ER waiting rooms, and doctor's offices. The "one eyed god" is inescapable. It is hard to read or carry on a quiet conversation because everyone must attend this idol.
Close to the top is the word "change," the overused and misunderstood mantra of every political candidate running for office. Change who, what, where, when, why and how? Change one; change for the better; change for the worst; change for change sake; exchange...please.
The fourth estate is a necessary and integral part of a democratic society, except when the news media crosses the line and begins to create and/or shape news events. It has begun to shape public opinion, not report it. Several good presidential candidates suffered from the media's slant on the most newsworthy candidates. They did not get the exposure they were entitled to and thence were unable to present their suitability. Coverage and money rules--but that's for another Growlerie.
General news is too selective, with emphasis placed on the sensational. "If it bleeds, it leads" has proven itself a money making paradigm for news stations. Even the weather has succumbed, no longer showing temperature, but rather emphasizing "wind chill." It's so much more compelling to have a map full of sub zero temperatures than real ones.
Finally, school administrators bewail the lack of science and math teachers. College students seem to favor business, tech, and other better paying professions. It seems that, for the majority of students, math and science are too hard. [Oh my!] There are easier ways to make the grade. But, if the student does do well in math and the sciences, the dearth of qualified scientists and mathematicians guarantees a well paying job in business and research. Teaching is not lucrative, however rewarding. It's hard to get that science or math degree. Teaching is challenging and, frequently, discouraging work. It doesn't pay well. But the current lack of teachers in the sciences and math will become a self-fulfilling prophesy for failure in the future. There is way too much emphasis on making money and making a name for oneself. Perhaps our priorites need a bit of readjustment.
Now, that feels better. I think I'll get my shovel out and start to work on the driveway.
Monday, January 21, 2008
Tossing out the pages of a life
Although I have recently retired I have not been able to walk away completely from work. For the past several weeks, I’ve been reviewing the papers and clippings of two decades. I must be honest with you. I am a saver of comments, ideas, lists, etc. I find the world so interesting and varied that I clip, save, and file many items most people might not even want to read.
In the past weeks I have filled our large recycling bin several times over—tossing away many of the pages of my life. Saving things is a family trait that I need to guard against. My parents saved everything. When it became necessary to clear out their home it took months to complete. My father saved the note he received in 1932 that told him of the death of his music teacher. There was a receipt for a 1938 automobile. Every tuition receipt my high school issued was there—just in case they were going to rescind my diploma if proof of payment could not be documented forty years later! My father even saved blank pieces of paper he had trimmed from larger sheets.
This extreme form of saving is not a trait to emulate, but it must be admitted that each scrap of paper represented pieces of their lives. I am relieved to admit that I’m not quite as compulsive as my parents. To a librarian the notes, papers, and clippings saved are useful bits of information; although I bet my father thought that his were too. It has been hard to part with so many pieces of my life. There are some beauties amongst my clippings. However, after the rough cut, I will be able to exercise my penchant for organization. Classifying all those goodies will take time, but what fun!
In the interim, I will share with you some accumulated treasures. If any of you are old enough to remember Sydney Harris who wrote for the Chicago Daily News you might recall his occasional columns about what he found while looking up other things. These were some of his best work. Many of my scraps were discovered in a like manner. I hope you enjoy my walk through memory lane as much as I enjoyed Mr. Harris’s gems.
1) More than 2300 years ago Hippocrates observed that pain could be relieved by chewing on willow leaves. Willow leaves contain a form of aspirin. Miracle drug indeed.
2) The Irish Times and Poetry Ireland surveyed their readers to learn what poem was their favorite. The 1999 survey revealed that William Butler Yeats’ poem “The Lake Isle of Innisfree” topped the list. Yeats had 25 poems listed in the top 100.
3) I don’t know if you have as much trouble with the international symbols for clothing care, but, just in case here are what two of them mean: a circle with an “X” through it means do not dry clean and a square with three vertical lines inside means drip dry.
4) The first country to use finger prints to solve crimes was Argentina. That was in 1892. The Metropolitan Police Fingerprint Bureau of Scotland Yard was established on July 1, 1901. The Bureau was the brainchild of Sir Edward Henry who became interested in the science of dactylography. In 1900, Sir Henry authored a book entitled Classification and Uses of Fingerprints. He grouped the ridge patterns of fingerprints into three categories: loops, arches, and whorls. This classification is still used today.
5) Ataraxia was the goal of Epicurus. It encompasses the personal attainment of serenity, equanimity, and peace of mind.
6) Mizaru, Kikazaru, and Iwazaru are better known as the See No Evil, Hear No Evil, and Speak No Evil monkeys.
7) “The standard U.S. railroad gauge of 4 feet, 8.5 inches derives from the original specification for an Imperial Roman War Chariot” which was wide enough to accommodate the back ends of two war horses. [National Review, Jan. 24, 2000, “Notes and Asides”] How fun is that!!
More to follow…maybe.
In the past weeks I have filled our large recycling bin several times over—tossing away many of the pages of my life. Saving things is a family trait that I need to guard against. My parents saved everything. When it became necessary to clear out their home it took months to complete. My father saved the note he received in 1932 that told him of the death of his music teacher. There was a receipt for a 1938 automobile. Every tuition receipt my high school issued was there—just in case they were going to rescind my diploma if proof of payment could not be documented forty years later! My father even saved blank pieces of paper he had trimmed from larger sheets.
This extreme form of saving is not a trait to emulate, but it must be admitted that each scrap of paper represented pieces of their lives. I am relieved to admit that I’m not quite as compulsive as my parents. To a librarian the notes, papers, and clippings saved are useful bits of information; although I bet my father thought that his were too. It has been hard to part with so many pieces of my life. There are some beauties amongst my clippings. However, after the rough cut, I will be able to exercise my penchant for organization. Classifying all those goodies will take time, but what fun!
In the interim, I will share with you some accumulated treasures. If any of you are old enough to remember Sydney Harris who wrote for the Chicago Daily News you might recall his occasional columns about what he found while looking up other things. These were some of his best work. Many of my scraps were discovered in a like manner. I hope you enjoy my walk through memory lane as much as I enjoyed Mr. Harris’s gems.
1) More than 2300 years ago Hippocrates observed that pain could be relieved by chewing on willow leaves. Willow leaves contain a form of aspirin. Miracle drug indeed.
2) The Irish Times and Poetry Ireland surveyed their readers to learn what poem was their favorite. The 1999 survey revealed that William Butler Yeats’ poem “The Lake Isle of Innisfree” topped the list. Yeats had 25 poems listed in the top 100.
3) I don’t know if you have as much trouble with the international symbols for clothing care, but, just in case here are what two of them mean: a circle with an “X” through it means do not dry clean and a square with three vertical lines inside means drip dry.
4) The first country to use finger prints to solve crimes was Argentina. That was in 1892. The Metropolitan Police Fingerprint Bureau of Scotland Yard was established on July 1, 1901. The Bureau was the brainchild of Sir Edward Henry who became interested in the science of dactylography. In 1900, Sir Henry authored a book entitled Classification and Uses of Fingerprints. He grouped the ridge patterns of fingerprints into three categories: loops, arches, and whorls. This classification is still used today.
5) Ataraxia was the goal of Epicurus. It encompasses the personal attainment of serenity, equanimity, and peace of mind.
6) Mizaru, Kikazaru, and Iwazaru are better known as the See No Evil, Hear No Evil, and Speak No Evil monkeys.
7) “The standard U.S. railroad gauge of 4 feet, 8.5 inches derives from the original specification for an Imperial Roman War Chariot” which was wide enough to accommodate the back ends of two war horses. [National Review, Jan. 24, 2000, “Notes and Asides”] How fun is that!!
More to follow…maybe.
Monday, January 14, 2008
A Personal Philosophy of Public Librarianship
I’ve been retired a short time and felt it was time for me to share a few thoughts on being a public library reference librarian. When I began to work on my library masters degree I was sure that I wanted to go into academic libraries. Often I have considered health science/hospital librarianship because that area became my specialty. However, I remained a public librarian despite the dismissive attitude many professional librarians have towards the work public librarian do.
I must admit the work was not always the challenge our education promised. Nor does the public know that we continuously update that education. Occasionally lady librarians are addressed as “dolly,” “honey,” or “dear.” There are still those who are unaware that most librarians are techie geeks. Only a couple of years ago someone explained to me, in excruciating detail, all about “the Internet and GOOGLE.” Generally we ignore the unintended insults, smile, and say thank you for such useful information.
Little do our librarian colleagues in other information venues or the public at large appreciate the variety and pace that makes our jobs constantly interesting and continuously informative. So many different questions, requiring varied approaches, and so little time! It’s fun; it’s an opportunity; it’s addictive.
Public librarians not only need to know reference and reader’s advisory resources, they must keep current with the latest technologies and best sellers. Librarians must be resourceful, ingenious, and flexible. They must be psychologists, mind readers, and diplomats. They are teachers, sympathetic ears, and friends. We love doing it all.
What follows is a portion of a letter of thanks to the community I sent to local papers upon my retirement. It expresses the life of a public librarian who has established personal, long-term, relationships with library patrons. I will miss them, and I hope they will miss me too.
“Throughout the years many of you have shared your ideas on books, shown me photos of your grandchildren, and challenged my ingenuity to find answers to some tough questions. What a joy it has been to see a young teen grow into an adult who is beginning law or medical school. Teen or adult, you have trusted me with a wide range of questions, from serious health inquiries and journal searches to phone number requests and stock quotes from 1983. Each day I have learned something new from you.
Thank you for all those wonderful years and for the opportunity to serve the community in a setting that provides marvelous research tools. Thank you for your smiles, chats, and reading suggestions. I know the library will continue to provide for your needs. I will miss being a part of your future.”
I must admit the work was not always the challenge our education promised. Nor does the public know that we continuously update that education. Occasionally lady librarians are addressed as “dolly,” “honey,” or “dear.” There are still those who are unaware that most librarians are techie geeks. Only a couple of years ago someone explained to me, in excruciating detail, all about “the Internet and GOOGLE.” Generally we ignore the unintended insults, smile, and say thank you for such useful information.
Little do our librarian colleagues in other information venues or the public at large appreciate the variety and pace that makes our jobs constantly interesting and continuously informative. So many different questions, requiring varied approaches, and so little time! It’s fun; it’s an opportunity; it’s addictive.
Public librarians not only need to know reference and reader’s advisory resources, they must keep current with the latest technologies and best sellers. Librarians must be resourceful, ingenious, and flexible. They must be psychologists, mind readers, and diplomats. They are teachers, sympathetic ears, and friends. We love doing it all.
What follows is a portion of a letter of thanks to the community I sent to local papers upon my retirement. It expresses the life of a public librarian who has established personal, long-term, relationships with library patrons. I will miss them, and I hope they will miss me too.
“Throughout the years many of you have shared your ideas on books, shown me photos of your grandchildren, and challenged my ingenuity to find answers to some tough questions. What a joy it has been to see a young teen grow into an adult who is beginning law or medical school. Teen or adult, you have trusted me with a wide range of questions, from serious health inquiries and journal searches to phone number requests and stock quotes from 1983. Each day I have learned something new from you.
Thank you for all those wonderful years and for the opportunity to serve the community in a setting that provides marvelous research tools. Thank you for your smiles, chats, and reading suggestions. I know the library will continue to provide for your needs. I will miss being a part of your future.”
Tuesday, January 01, 2008
Crossing the Threshold
The New Year brings major changes to my life. Last year I wrote about the liminality of this holiday and now find myself stepping over the threshold into an abyss. I have “officially” retired from a job that I loved, that was my life. Many people say that in retirement you can begin to live your dreams. I lived that dream for years. Wakefulness reveals the carapace of a life unlived. Retirement dawns in doubt.
Right now, that threshold resembles the event horizon of a black hole. Will I be sucked in to reach maximum density, or will I escape into the chaos of potentiality? Somehow I must turn my natural bent for ataxia into ataraxia. I could say that I have plans to do thus and such, but these are save-face responses. Be patient.
Adjustment takes time. Reflection cannot be rushed. Shall I “thence retire me to my Milan” [The Tempest, Act V. Scene i.] or will new paths tempt me? If the latter, I can only hope is that the road that chooses me is interesting if not long.
Right now, that threshold resembles the event horizon of a black hole. Will I be sucked in to reach maximum density, or will I escape into the chaos of potentiality? Somehow I must turn my natural bent for ataxia into ataraxia. I could say that I have plans to do thus and such, but these are save-face responses. Be patient.
Adjustment takes time. Reflection cannot be rushed. Shall I “thence retire me to my Milan” [The Tempest, Act V. Scene i.] or will new paths tempt me? If the latter, I can only hope is that the road that chooses me is interesting if not long.
Monday, December 10, 2007
Once Upon A Midnight Clear
Once upon a time there was a mom who had all her Christmas presents purchased and wrapped before Thanksgiving. She wanted to keep December free for baking. Store bought wouldn’t do. Throughout that month the house was filled with incredible cookie fragrances. It was hard to keep the baked goods away from her family, but, of course, they got to sample each batch. On Christmas Eve cookie packages for family and friends were assembled, wrapped, and labeled. There were hundreds of treats, dozens of varieties. People looked forward to their “little something.” Once upon a midnight clear preparation was not an imposition.
Once upon a time homemade gifts were proudly made by children, even though they had circled nearly everything in the Sears Wish Book toy catalog. Fathers proudly displayed school-made clay dishes and colorful cards created with lots of paste, glitter, and ribbon. Mothers were thrilled with paper flowers and promises to dry the dishes and be good. Families made decorations for the home. Handmade ornaments covered the Christmas tree. Yards of red and green paper chains festooned the dining room. Cranberries and popped corn garlands draped the Christmas tree. Everyone helped. Once upon a midnight clear simplicity was the norm.
Once upon a time you listened all year for unexpressed wishes, watched for unfulfilled needs, and planned something unexpected that you’d really like someone to have. Gift cards were not an option because too much thought was invested into gift selection. No one worked from a list entitled “I want exactly this, from this particular store; and you’d better get it right!” No one re-gifted. Shoppers were not told that it is good to “pick up an extra gift for yourself,” or that they should use Christmas shopping to load up on things they wanted for themselves. Once upon a midnight clear people were grateful, not greedy.
Once upon a time several evenings were set aside to write Christmas greetings with personal notes enclosed. There were no “Holiday Letters,” written on the computer, decorated with clip-art, and sent en masse to dozens of remote addressees. No one emailed impersonal electronic greetings to everybody on their “Contact List”. Correspondents genuinely wished each other the joys of the season, peace and good health in the New Year. Cards were saved; messages savored. They were warm, intimate, and genuine. People cared about each other and expressed their feelings with thoughtful notes, small gifts, and friendly gestures. Shut-ins were visited; lonely relatives urged to “join us for dinner—we’ll pick you up.” People took time in this special season of miracles. Once upon a midnight some things were clear.
Best wishes for a Happy Christmas and a Peaceful and Healthy New Year, from the Christmas Grump
Once upon a time homemade gifts were proudly made by children, even though they had circled nearly everything in the Sears Wish Book toy catalog. Fathers proudly displayed school-made clay dishes and colorful cards created with lots of paste, glitter, and ribbon. Mothers were thrilled with paper flowers and promises to dry the dishes and be good. Families made decorations for the home. Handmade ornaments covered the Christmas tree. Yards of red and green paper chains festooned the dining room. Cranberries and popped corn garlands draped the Christmas tree. Everyone helped. Once upon a midnight clear simplicity was the norm.
Once upon a time you listened all year for unexpressed wishes, watched for unfulfilled needs, and planned something unexpected that you’d really like someone to have. Gift cards were not an option because too much thought was invested into gift selection. No one worked from a list entitled “I want exactly this, from this particular store; and you’d better get it right!” No one re-gifted. Shoppers were not told that it is good to “pick up an extra gift for yourself,” or that they should use Christmas shopping to load up on things they wanted for themselves. Once upon a midnight clear people were grateful, not greedy.
Once upon a time several evenings were set aside to write Christmas greetings with personal notes enclosed. There were no “Holiday Letters,” written on the computer, decorated with clip-art, and sent en masse to dozens of remote addressees. No one emailed impersonal electronic greetings to everybody on their “Contact List”. Correspondents genuinely wished each other the joys of the season, peace and good health in the New Year. Cards were saved; messages savored. They were warm, intimate, and genuine. People cared about each other and expressed their feelings with thoughtful notes, small gifts, and friendly gestures. Shut-ins were visited; lonely relatives urged to “join us for dinner—we’ll pick you up.” People took time in this special season of miracles. Once upon a midnight some things were clear.
Best wishes for a Happy Christmas and a Peaceful and Healthy New Year, from the Christmas Grump
Friday, November 30, 2007
Vocabulary Quiz 4
This is the last. It has been fun creating the quizzes; mostly because it enabled me to re-visit the words I’ve been collecting throughout the years. I hope you enjoyed them, and discovered a few useful words to add to your vocabulary. If you’re a real word fanatic, go back through the quizzes and identify the 5 answers in each quiz that did not match one of the words. Try to find the word that is defined by the unused answers. You’re on your own, however, because this is where I stop. As usual there are 20 words and 25 answers. Five of the definitions will not apply.
1) quiddity 2) recondite 3) revenant 4) sapid 5) serried 6) solecism
7) stochastic 8) sumptuary 9) telluric 10) tergiversator 11) termagant
12) thaumaturgy 13) threnody 14) traduce 15) trenchant 16) usufruct
17) velleity 18) withes 19) xoanon 20) zymotic
A) dirge; B) caused by fermentation; C) overabundance D) essential nature of something; inconsequential distinction; E) keen, cutting; F) last speaker in program; G) carved statue of a deity, usually made of wood; H) wish without action to achieve it; I) dealing with matters that require profound or specialized knowledge; J) artificial sweetener; K) involving random or probabilistic behavior; L) working of miracles; M) flagrant grammatical error; N) shrewish woman; O) make disparaging personal remarks; P) fertilized ovum; Q) ghost who appears many years after death; R) terrestrial, from the earth; S) stems or twigs used to bind materials together; T) very crowded; U) theory that only the self exists; V) flavorful, tasty; W) one who changes sides in a cause, or makes ambiguous statements; X) limiting budget; Y) legal use of another’s possessions or profit.
ANSWERS: 1-D; 2-I; 3-Q; 4-V; 5-T; 6-M; 7-K; 8-X; 9-R; 10-W; 11-N; 12-L; 13-A; 14-O; 15-E; 16-Y; 17-H; 18-S; 19-G; 20-B.
1) quiddity 2) recondite 3) revenant 4) sapid 5) serried 6) solecism
7) stochastic 8) sumptuary 9) telluric 10) tergiversator 11) termagant
12) thaumaturgy 13) threnody 14) traduce 15) trenchant 16) usufruct
17) velleity 18) withes 19) xoanon 20) zymotic
A) dirge; B) caused by fermentation; C) overabundance D) essential nature of something; inconsequential distinction; E) keen, cutting; F) last speaker in program; G) carved statue of a deity, usually made of wood; H) wish without action to achieve it; I) dealing with matters that require profound or specialized knowledge; J) artificial sweetener; K) involving random or probabilistic behavior; L) working of miracles; M) flagrant grammatical error; N) shrewish woman; O) make disparaging personal remarks; P) fertilized ovum; Q) ghost who appears many years after death; R) terrestrial, from the earth; S) stems or twigs used to bind materials together; T) very crowded; U) theory that only the self exists; V) flavorful, tasty; W) one who changes sides in a cause, or makes ambiguous statements; X) limiting budget; Y) legal use of another’s possessions or profit.
ANSWERS: 1-D; 2-I; 3-Q; 4-V; 5-T; 6-M; 7-K; 8-X; 9-R; 10-W; 11-N; 12-L; 13-A; 14-O; 15-E; 16-Y; 17-H; 18-S; 19-G; 20-B.
Sunday, November 04, 2007
Vocabulary Quiz 3
You should find this quiz easier than the previous two, but nonetheless useful. The same format will be used with 20 words and 25 answers. Five of the answers will not apply.
1) maieutic 2) meretricious 3) minatory 4) moiety 5) mordant 6) nacre 7) nielloed 8) nugatory 9) obloquy 10) obsecration 11) obviate 12) optative 13) otiose 14) panegyric 15) parthenogenic 16) pasquinade 17) peroration 18) perspicacious 19) prolix 20) psephology
A) cannon volley; B) worthless; C) long and wordy; D) study of elections; E) fiery; F) Socratic method of inquiry intended to bring out latent ideas by asking questions; G) flashy, tawdry; H) formal praise; I) development of an egg without male fertilization; J) verb mood indicating the expression of a wish; K) slander, defamation; L) study of sub-atomic particles; M) biting sarcasm; N) indolent, without purpose; O) publicly posted, usually anonymous, lampoon; P) threatening; Q) act of beseeching; R) dental procedure; S) either of two parts, not necessarily equal; T) black ornamental work filling an incised design; U) separation of genetic material; V) discerning, penetrating understanding; W) mother of pearl; X) end of an oratory, summing up of points in a speech; Y) make unnecessary, get rid of
ANSWERS: 1-F; 2-G; 3-P; 4-S; 5-M; 6-W; 7-T; 8-B; 9-K; 10-Q; 11-Y; 12-J; 13-N; 14-H; 15-I; 16-O; 17-X; 18-V; 19-C; 20-D.
1) maieutic 2) meretricious 3) minatory 4) moiety 5) mordant 6) nacre 7) nielloed 8) nugatory 9) obloquy 10) obsecration 11) obviate 12) optative 13) otiose 14) panegyric 15) parthenogenic 16) pasquinade 17) peroration 18) perspicacious 19) prolix 20) psephology
A) cannon volley; B) worthless; C) long and wordy; D) study of elections; E) fiery; F) Socratic method of inquiry intended to bring out latent ideas by asking questions; G) flashy, tawdry; H) formal praise; I) development of an egg without male fertilization; J) verb mood indicating the expression of a wish; K) slander, defamation; L) study of sub-atomic particles; M) biting sarcasm; N) indolent, without purpose; O) publicly posted, usually anonymous, lampoon; P) threatening; Q) act of beseeching; R) dental procedure; S) either of two parts, not necessarily equal; T) black ornamental work filling an incised design; U) separation of genetic material; V) discerning, penetrating understanding; W) mother of pearl; X) end of an oratory, summing up of points in a speech; Y) make unnecessary, get rid of
ANSWERS: 1-F; 2-G; 3-P; 4-S; 5-M; 6-W; 7-T; 8-B; 9-K; 10-Q; 11-Y; 12-J; 13-N; 14-H; 15-I; 16-O; 17-X; 18-V; 19-C; 20-D.
Friday, October 05, 2007
Vocabulary Quiz 2
I hope you enjoyed the first quiz and, maybe, learned a new word or two. It was good practice for me to consult my spiral notebook and review the words I’ve entered throughout the years. If you don’t use the words everyday, they you will need to review periodically. Again I have 20 words and 25 definitions. Not all of the definitions will be used.
1) coign 2) exegete 3) gambol 4) garrulity 5) gravid 6) hortatory 7) immure 8) imprecate 9) ineluctability 10) instantiate 11) inveigh 12) inveigle 13) jeremiad 14) koine 15) labile 16) lagniappe 17) lambent 18) lethe 19) litotes 20) lucubrations
A) Neapolitan secret society B) denounce, criticize C) frolic, skip playfully D) understatement for emphasis by substituting the affirmative with the negative E) glowing, softly radiant F) pertaining to clocks G) inescapable H) complimentary gift with purchase I) endow J) pregnant , burdened K) oblivion, dreamy state L) to represent by concrete example M) urging, exhorting N) fresco preparation O) lament P) unstable, likely to change Q) curse, invoke against R) drench S) entice, wheedle T) regional dialects and tongues that become standard language for larger populace U) literary effort resulting from prolonged research, like a dissertation V) unrestrained talkativeness W) one who discourses as an expert, especially in religion X) favorable observation post or vantage point Y) imprison, enclose
Answers: 1-X; 2-W; 3-C; 4-V; 5-J; 6-M; 7-Y; 8-Q; 9-G; 10-L; 11-B; 12-S; 13-O; 14-T; 15-P; 16-H; 17-E; 18-K; 19-D; 20-U.
1) coign 2) exegete 3) gambol 4) garrulity 5) gravid 6) hortatory 7) immure 8) imprecate 9) ineluctability 10) instantiate 11) inveigh 12) inveigle 13) jeremiad 14) koine 15) labile 16) lagniappe 17) lambent 18) lethe 19) litotes 20) lucubrations
A) Neapolitan secret society B) denounce, criticize C) frolic, skip playfully D) understatement for emphasis by substituting the affirmative with the negative E) glowing, softly radiant F) pertaining to clocks G) inescapable H) complimentary gift with purchase I) endow J) pregnant , burdened K) oblivion, dreamy state L) to represent by concrete example M) urging, exhorting N) fresco preparation O) lament P) unstable, likely to change Q) curse, invoke against R) drench S) entice, wheedle T) regional dialects and tongues that become standard language for larger populace U) literary effort resulting from prolonged research, like a dissertation V) unrestrained talkativeness W) one who discourses as an expert, especially in religion X) favorable observation post or vantage point Y) imprison, enclose
Answers: 1-X; 2-W; 3-C; 4-V; 5-J; 6-M; 7-Y; 8-Q; 9-G; 10-L; 11-B; 12-S; 13-O; 14-T; 15-P; 16-H; 17-E; 18-K; 19-D; 20-U.
Monday, September 24, 2007
Vocabulary Quiz 1
Years ago I worked as a psychometrist, writing tests for a governmental entity. Constructing a good test is both an art and a technical skill. The test writer must be sure that answer choices do not lead the subject to the answer (a 3-1 split), or provide more than one correct choice (2-2 dilemma). You might not believe it, but a well constructed true/false test is the most difficult test to take.
I’ve never lost my fascination for test construction. I’ve used tests, disguised as puzzles, to teach special education children in junior high and one to use as an ice breaker for an employee gathering. I often create some sort of bibliographic “quiz” or puzzle when doing book displays at the library. There has been a Sherlock Holmes Jumble, a crossword to celebrate the town’s 100th anniversary, a classic mystery writer/detective challenge, and several specialized crosswords, amongst others. This vocabulary quiz will hopefully satisfy my continuing need to create a challenging puzzle cum quiz and provide a venue for others to increase their word power.
Building a vocabulary that is precise, varied, and powerful can become an enjoyable exercise. How does one find words that mean exactly what you intend? A key method is to read good authors. Although many might not agree with what he writes, William F. Buckley, Jr. has provided me with a plethora of choice words. There are many other authors who do not lower their standards or “talk down” to their readers. When I read their books, I keep a blank bookmark as a place keeper and jot down a word I don’t understand along with the page it’s on for context. I usually look the words up when I’ve finished the book, but sometimes it is necessary to run to the unabridged dictionary before you can continue reading with comprehension. Such a practice is enjoyable and educational.
What follows is the first of a number of vocabulary quizzes. There are 20 words and 25 definitions--not all will be used. At the end of the piece I have the answers. Hope you find a few new ones to make your own! The best way to do that is to use each in a sentence you create. Send me a sample.
1) anagnorisis 2) apothegm 3) apotropaic 4) atavistic 5) boustrophedon
6) brumous 7) bowdlerize 8) caducity 9) captious 10) condign 11) corybantic 12) defalcation 13) delator 14) deracinated 15) eidolon 16) eristic 17) esurient 18) execrable 19) fatidic 20) febrile
a) fragility of old age and senility; b) controversial; c) expurgate as in censorship; d) critical moment of recognition; e) dull, impassive; f) feverish; g) misty or foggy, especially in winter; h) urgent; i) uprooted, extirpated; j) integrity, honesty; k) completely abhorrent; l) greedy, hungry; m) caused by fermentation; n) frenzied; o) protective for warding off evil; p) misappropriation of money held in trust, or by officials; q) reversion to primitive or more remote ancestor; r) prophetic; s) pithy, terse remark; t) phantom or apparition; u) medical process; v) writing that runs left to right and then right to left; w) excessive fault finding in order to confuse opponent in an argument; x) informer; y) deservedly severe punishment
Answers: 1-d; 2-s; 3-o; 4-q; 5-v; 6-g; 7-c; 8-a; 9-w; 10-y; 11-n; 12-p; 13-x; 14-i; 15-t; 16-b; 17-l; 18-k; 19-r; and 20-f.
I’ve never lost my fascination for test construction. I’ve used tests, disguised as puzzles, to teach special education children in junior high and one to use as an ice breaker for an employee gathering. I often create some sort of bibliographic “quiz” or puzzle when doing book displays at the library. There has been a Sherlock Holmes Jumble, a crossword to celebrate the town’s 100th anniversary, a classic mystery writer/detective challenge, and several specialized crosswords, amongst others. This vocabulary quiz will hopefully satisfy my continuing need to create a challenging puzzle cum quiz and provide a venue for others to increase their word power.
Building a vocabulary that is precise, varied, and powerful can become an enjoyable exercise. How does one find words that mean exactly what you intend? A key method is to read good authors. Although many might not agree with what he writes, William F. Buckley, Jr. has provided me with a plethora of choice words. There are many other authors who do not lower their standards or “talk down” to their readers. When I read their books, I keep a blank bookmark as a place keeper and jot down a word I don’t understand along with the page it’s on for context. I usually look the words up when I’ve finished the book, but sometimes it is necessary to run to the unabridged dictionary before you can continue reading with comprehension. Such a practice is enjoyable and educational.
What follows is the first of a number of vocabulary quizzes. There are 20 words and 25 definitions--not all will be used. At the end of the piece I have the answers. Hope you find a few new ones to make your own! The best way to do that is to use each in a sentence you create. Send me a sample.
1) anagnorisis 2) apothegm 3) apotropaic 4) atavistic 5) boustrophedon
6) brumous 7) bowdlerize 8) caducity 9) captious 10) condign 11) corybantic 12) defalcation 13) delator 14) deracinated 15) eidolon 16) eristic 17) esurient 18) execrable 19) fatidic 20) febrile
a) fragility of old age and senility; b) controversial; c) expurgate as in censorship; d) critical moment of recognition; e) dull, impassive; f) feverish; g) misty or foggy, especially in winter; h) urgent; i) uprooted, extirpated; j) integrity, honesty; k) completely abhorrent; l) greedy, hungry; m) caused by fermentation; n) frenzied; o) protective for warding off evil; p) misappropriation of money held in trust, or by officials; q) reversion to primitive or more remote ancestor; r) prophetic; s) pithy, terse remark; t) phantom or apparition; u) medical process; v) writing that runs left to right and then right to left; w) excessive fault finding in order to confuse opponent in an argument; x) informer; y) deservedly severe punishment
Answers: 1-d; 2-s; 3-o; 4-q; 5-v; 6-g; 7-c; 8-a; 9-w; 10-y; 11-n; 12-p; 13-x; 14-i; 15-t; 16-b; 17-l; 18-k; 19-r; and 20-f.
Tuesday, September 04, 2007
No Hands To Hold
Cultural anthropologists tell us that Americans focus on the individual. However, most women maintain an identity that is at least partially relational. Women need to know where they belong in relation to others, especially the women in her family. What is under discussion is the maternal line, discounted by those obsessed with patrilineal ancestry. Despite the secondary importance of maternal lineage in societies that value male offspring, having a matrilineal history is comforting to a woman.
This relational identity may be a reflection of our genetic history. Bryan Sykes, in his book The Seven Daughters of Eve, describes the unbroken and unchanged inheritance of mitochondrial DNA (mDNA) that can be traced back from daughter to mother—all the way back to first daughter of Eve, who becomes the mother of a unique genetic lineage. In his book, Mr. Sykes employs an unusual convention for non-fiction. The first part of The Seven Daughters of Eve consists of factual accounts of DNA, mitochondrial transmission, and examples of anthropological and archeological evidence for each era. In the second portion of the book, he uses the factual accounts he has established and writes seven fictional vignettes based on each ancestral mother. It is that model I will employ here to examine the terminus of the maternal line.
What happens when the lineage is severed? Connection with the past is betrayed. Links to the future dissolve. The unfortunate woman who fails to pass the mDNA to a daughter is caught at the open end of a fast whirling crack the whip game where the last one will most surely be cut adrift. Genetically, she is the terminus of her maternal history. She is cast off, alone, with no hands to hold.
What follows is the story of the last one of her mDNA lineage. It is the story of Jean and her only daughter, Maisey. Maisey died as an adult almost a dozen years ago. Jean has no hands to hold.
Maisey was hell on wheels to raise. She was extremely bright, assertive, artistically gifted, and defiant. Her exceptional intelligence kept her on the safe side of things, but just barely. The teenaged Maisey hated her mother, probably not without cause.
Because of her high aspirations and intelligence Maisey managed to get accepted to a top tier college where she graduated with honors. Accustomed to living away from home she couldn’t wait to move out and be on her own after graduation. Soon she married a man her parents considered an unsuitable partner. Too independent and proud to ask for help, Maisey worked two jobs to pay for graduate school while managing a home. When she had successfully completed her master’s degree, she began a successful career as a consultant in an internationally recognized firm. Not content with her accomplishments, Maisey started to work on a Ph.D.
As the years went on, the emnity between mother and daughter dissolved. The once deadly enemies became friends. Their friendship was based on mutual respect and love. Both women had matured. Jean could finally say that the Maisey of old had “turned out really, really well.”
When Maisey and her husband purchased their first home, Jean planted bushes and flowers in Maisey’s garden when her daughter was too busy with work and school. Dad mowed the lawn. Jean wallpapered her daughter’s house while Dad did repairs. Maisey, herself, would tackle any job. She and her Dad remodeled the bathroom. Maisey took on the entire ceramic tile floor by herself. Parents and daughter established a close and mutually respectful relationship.
Often Maisey initiated activities. Maisey would drag Jean to antique stores where the daughter, who had a good eye for such things, usually found a treasure. On Sundays Maisey and her husband would come to dinner. While Dad was clearing up, Maisey and Jean settled on the couch to watch their favorite TV detective. Of course, a back rub for Maisey was always on the schedule. They always argued about whodunit and discussed a mystery they would write together. Maisey had the talent; Jean the background. They would begin just as soon as the Ph.D. was finished—only one class and her dissertation remained. Those were good years. If only Jean knew how precious and short they would be.
The phone call came after 10:30 in the evening. Jean was in the shower when her husband called to her. Word had come from a distant state. Maisey was dead: sudden death: far from home: alone. It is not something you willingly believe. On the previous day they had celebrated Maisey’s birthday. Five days later Jean and her husband would experience the heartbreak of burying their beloved daughter. This was a nightmare from which Jean would never waken.
Escape remains impossible as the quotidian activities of life intrude. Jean watches as the laughing mother and her daughter shop together for shoes. In a local restaurant she sees a mom treating her daughter to lunch. Jean longs to be like friends and relatives who can care for their daughter’s children, and who are honored in their daughter’s homes. As she and her husband age there is no daughter to say, “Sure, I’ll drive you to the doctor’s office, Mom.”
Jean cannot escape wanting what she can never have—simple, normal family relationships. Each time she sees the shoppers, diners, grandchildren, she loses Maisey all over again. How many times must Maisey die! The pull of mDNA is relentless. Jean no longer belongs.
Envy and disappointment are ever present. This creates guilt as well as a gulf in her relationships. While rejoicing in other’s good fortune, the bitter taste of disconnection sometimes intrudes. In As You Like It, Shakespeare wrote, “O, how bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man’s eyes!” Jean knows that unpalatable envy and bitterness are impossible to escape. Ancient links have been severed. Jean is adrift. She has no hands to hold.
This relational identity may be a reflection of our genetic history. Bryan Sykes, in his book The Seven Daughters of Eve, describes the unbroken and unchanged inheritance of mitochondrial DNA (mDNA) that can be traced back from daughter to mother—all the way back to first daughter of Eve, who becomes the mother of a unique genetic lineage. In his book, Mr. Sykes employs an unusual convention for non-fiction. The first part of The Seven Daughters of Eve consists of factual accounts of DNA, mitochondrial transmission, and examples of anthropological and archeological evidence for each era. In the second portion of the book, he uses the factual accounts he has established and writes seven fictional vignettes based on each ancestral mother. It is that model I will employ here to examine the terminus of the maternal line.
What happens when the lineage is severed? Connection with the past is betrayed. Links to the future dissolve. The unfortunate woman who fails to pass the mDNA to a daughter is caught at the open end of a fast whirling crack the whip game where the last one will most surely be cut adrift. Genetically, she is the terminus of her maternal history. She is cast off, alone, with no hands to hold.
What follows is the story of the last one of her mDNA lineage. It is the story of Jean and her only daughter, Maisey. Maisey died as an adult almost a dozen years ago. Jean has no hands to hold.
Maisey was hell on wheels to raise. She was extremely bright, assertive, artistically gifted, and defiant. Her exceptional intelligence kept her on the safe side of things, but just barely. The teenaged Maisey hated her mother, probably not without cause.
Because of her high aspirations and intelligence Maisey managed to get accepted to a top tier college where she graduated with honors. Accustomed to living away from home she couldn’t wait to move out and be on her own after graduation. Soon she married a man her parents considered an unsuitable partner. Too independent and proud to ask for help, Maisey worked two jobs to pay for graduate school while managing a home. When she had successfully completed her master’s degree, she began a successful career as a consultant in an internationally recognized firm. Not content with her accomplishments, Maisey started to work on a Ph.D.
As the years went on, the emnity between mother and daughter dissolved. The once deadly enemies became friends. Their friendship was based on mutual respect and love. Both women had matured. Jean could finally say that the Maisey of old had “turned out really, really well.”
When Maisey and her husband purchased their first home, Jean planted bushes and flowers in Maisey’s garden when her daughter was too busy with work and school. Dad mowed the lawn. Jean wallpapered her daughter’s house while Dad did repairs. Maisey, herself, would tackle any job. She and her Dad remodeled the bathroom. Maisey took on the entire ceramic tile floor by herself. Parents and daughter established a close and mutually respectful relationship.
Often Maisey initiated activities. Maisey would drag Jean to antique stores where the daughter, who had a good eye for such things, usually found a treasure. On Sundays Maisey and her husband would come to dinner. While Dad was clearing up, Maisey and Jean settled on the couch to watch their favorite TV detective. Of course, a back rub for Maisey was always on the schedule. They always argued about whodunit and discussed a mystery they would write together. Maisey had the talent; Jean the background. They would begin just as soon as the Ph.D. was finished—only one class and her dissertation remained. Those were good years. If only Jean knew how precious and short they would be.
The phone call came after 10:30 in the evening. Jean was in the shower when her husband called to her. Word had come from a distant state. Maisey was dead: sudden death: far from home: alone. It is not something you willingly believe. On the previous day they had celebrated Maisey’s birthday. Five days later Jean and her husband would experience the heartbreak of burying their beloved daughter. This was a nightmare from which Jean would never waken.
Escape remains impossible as the quotidian activities of life intrude. Jean watches as the laughing mother and her daughter shop together for shoes. In a local restaurant she sees a mom treating her daughter to lunch. Jean longs to be like friends and relatives who can care for their daughter’s children, and who are honored in their daughter’s homes. As she and her husband age there is no daughter to say, “Sure, I’ll drive you to the doctor’s office, Mom.”
Jean cannot escape wanting what she can never have—simple, normal family relationships. Each time she sees the shoppers, diners, grandchildren, she loses Maisey all over again. How many times must Maisey die! The pull of mDNA is relentless. Jean no longer belongs.
Envy and disappointment are ever present. This creates guilt as well as a gulf in her relationships. While rejoicing in other’s good fortune, the bitter taste of disconnection sometimes intrudes. In As You Like It, Shakespeare wrote, “O, how bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man’s eyes!” Jean knows that unpalatable envy and bitterness are impossible to escape. Ancient links have been severed. Jean is adrift. She has no hands to hold.
Monday, August 20, 2007
The Faerie Ring
Yet another badly written poem! Poetry was not taught well, if at all, when I was in grade school. My only memory of such tuition revolves around learning that I would read the "light voice" in O Captain, My Captain. In high school we were grudgingly taught to identify the basic meters and stylistic techniques. The problem was that teachers did not understand poetry. They could not infect a student with a disease they were immune to; but they might have tried.
Truly I would like to learn. My reading and comprehension is simplistic. I long to put feet, meter, style together to express my thoughts. Sometimes poetry is the only adequate way to express feelings and to experiment with words. Such lovely words the English language provides! Hence, my feeble attempts in this blog. Sometimes I get a piece right but not the whole. Much remains to learn and I am not always patient. The really great poets tell us that they spend years perfecting their work. Forebear; indulge me. Constructive criticism welcome.
The Faerie Ring
Legend laments the “little folk,”
Whom Irish call Danu.
Faeries laugh at silly names while
They hide in wait for you.
Fable warns, “Stay clear of the ring.”
For you’ll enchanted be.
Ensnared, unwary dancers whirl,
Tomorrows never see.
For the faeries spin and weave a spell,
Years as seconds perceived.
You’ll not be free again ‘til faerie tires
Entrapment last relieved.
Is not our life a faerie’s whirl?
Years melting into days.
Child, bride, woman; mother, crone;
Where did the minutes flee?
Love, marriage, devotion and death;
Call back those years to me.
Life, loss, love, longing flicker past;
Brief joys, bittersweet charm;
Ring of life spins too fast.
‘ware not to dance in faerie ring
Savor life’s transient ways.
Truly I would like to learn. My reading and comprehension is simplistic. I long to put feet, meter, style together to express my thoughts. Sometimes poetry is the only adequate way to express feelings and to experiment with words. Such lovely words the English language provides! Hence, my feeble attempts in this blog. Sometimes I get a piece right but not the whole. Much remains to learn and I am not always patient. The really great poets tell us that they spend years perfecting their work. Forebear; indulge me. Constructive criticism welcome.
The Faerie Ring
Legend laments the “little folk,”
Whom Irish call Danu.
Faeries laugh at silly names while
They hide in wait for you.
Fable warns, “Stay clear of the ring.”
For you’ll enchanted be.
Ensnared, unwary dancers whirl,
Tomorrows never see.
For the faeries spin and weave a spell,
Years as seconds perceived.
You’ll not be free again ‘til faerie tires
Entrapment last relieved.
Is not our life a faerie’s whirl?
Years melting into days.
Child, bride, woman; mother, crone;
Where did the minutes flee?
Love, marriage, devotion and death;
Call back those years to me.
Life, loss, love, longing flicker past;
Brief joys, bittersweet charm;
Ring of life spins too fast.
‘ware not to dance in faerie ring
Savor life’s transient ways.
Monday, July 30, 2007
Reading Maketh A Full Man - On The Importance of Adult Literacy
According the 16th edition of Bartlett’s Familiar Quotations, the following is attributed to Francis Bacon: Reading maketh a full man, conference a ready man, and writing an exact man. Conference and writing are predicated on Reading’s ability to fill the mind and spirit. Many in this country go to bed each night with “empty stomachs.”
One might expect that literacy in the United States should approach 100%, but this is not the case. I am not writing about an immigrant population who come from their own countries with diverse educational experience and varied desire to learn the language of their adoptive country. I mean the native born American—the men and women who somehow “slipped through educational cracks” and have spent their adult lives working low paying jobs and living unfulfilled lives. These adults cannot help their children with homework. They must rely on a handshake and the trustworthiness of others to conduct their business affairs. There are a lot of these people, a disturbing number. They are very adept at hiding their reading problems; very defensive if challenged.
For several years I was a volunteer tutor in a local adult literacy program. I learned a lot in those dozen years—about bravery, trust, humility, determination, and persistence. It takes an enormous amount of courage for a 40 year old mother to ask for basic reading and writing help so she can help her children achieve a better life than the one she’s had. It’s humbling for a 65-year old man who has successfully operated a business on trust alone to come to three classes a week to get help with heretofore undiagnosed dyslexia. Yet he comes to every class, every week. A 25-year old developmentally disabled adult can only succeed in a new group independent living situation if we can help improve specific “on the job” reading comprehension. It is very difficult for her, but she persists. A young immigrant woman comes to class after working a night cleaning job. She has to leave early to care for her young children when her husband leaves for work. This woman wants so badly to be a nurse. She’s bright and indefatigable, but ultimately must choose between family and her dreams when her spouse loses his job.
Every adult “student” has a compelling need. The four I have described only hint at the range and variety of unfulfilled needs. Each person’s situation is unique. Most of us don’t realize that so many battle illiteracy every waking hour of every day. Reading is so natural and unconscious to us that we can barely comprehend what it’s like to be illiterate.
The origin of each person’s problem is not important—and we certainly cannot judge. Often the older ones left school during the Great Depression and drifted around the country. So many come with a lifetime of derisive baggage! They have been called “dumb” or “lazy” throughout their lives because they seek to hide their inability to read. Some had to leave school to contribute to their family’s survival by bringing in a weekly paycheck. A few needed to get away from terrible living conditions so the value of an education was a low priority when physical survival was at stake. One of my students sported arms that were scarred and discolored. When I had earned enough of his trust to talk about it I was told that the burns had occurred on the job. He had been told to bring some dry ice to the loading dock. Because he couldn’t read, he didn’t realize that he should not just pick up the ice with bare hands and arms. His arms took a long time to heal; the memory never did.
Lately I have been reading in the news that medical illiteracy can kill you. A recent study, lead by Dr. David Baker of Northwestern University’s Feinberg School of Medicine, discovered that at least 25% of patients (65 and older) could not understand written health information, read prescription labels for directions and contraindications, or understand basic instructions on how to prepare for medical tests. A few years ago I was researching the reading level of medical information for a consumer health information center. I found that the Journal of the American Medical Association (JAMA) was written at a level appropriate to a junior or senior college student. The New England Journal of Medicine was aimed at graduate level. Even the Home Edition of the Merck Manual (1st edition) targeted a 9th grade reading level when I surveyed a portion of an article on breast cancer. Only a few medical websites, e.g. MedlinePlus, even have “Easy to Read” sections. Yet research indicates that about 60% of Internet users search for health information online. As a librarian I know that low literacy health books, written for adult audiences, are scarce.
Are publishers, health web providers, and medical personnel presuming a basic, adequate literacy that may not attain for all? The premise seemingly fails for most of my former students, as well as for 25% of the elderly! Are those who hide their literacy anorexia getting information to sustain life, live decent lives, obtain good jobs, and get the health information they deserve? Can we afford to turn away so many from the table of plenty? This is not saving the whales or closing the ozone hole over Antarctica. This is your patient, client, neighbor, employee, family member. It’s in your face, if you’d only look. What can YOU bring to the table?
One might expect that literacy in the United States should approach 100%, but this is not the case. I am not writing about an immigrant population who come from their own countries with diverse educational experience and varied desire to learn the language of their adoptive country. I mean the native born American—the men and women who somehow “slipped through educational cracks” and have spent their adult lives working low paying jobs and living unfulfilled lives. These adults cannot help their children with homework. They must rely on a handshake and the trustworthiness of others to conduct their business affairs. There are a lot of these people, a disturbing number. They are very adept at hiding their reading problems; very defensive if challenged.
For several years I was a volunteer tutor in a local adult literacy program. I learned a lot in those dozen years—about bravery, trust, humility, determination, and persistence. It takes an enormous amount of courage for a 40 year old mother to ask for basic reading and writing help so she can help her children achieve a better life than the one she’s had. It’s humbling for a 65-year old man who has successfully operated a business on trust alone to come to three classes a week to get help with heretofore undiagnosed dyslexia. Yet he comes to every class, every week. A 25-year old developmentally disabled adult can only succeed in a new group independent living situation if we can help improve specific “on the job” reading comprehension. It is very difficult for her, but she persists. A young immigrant woman comes to class after working a night cleaning job. She has to leave early to care for her young children when her husband leaves for work. This woman wants so badly to be a nurse. She’s bright and indefatigable, but ultimately must choose between family and her dreams when her spouse loses his job.
Every adult “student” has a compelling need. The four I have described only hint at the range and variety of unfulfilled needs. Each person’s situation is unique. Most of us don’t realize that so many battle illiteracy every waking hour of every day. Reading is so natural and unconscious to us that we can barely comprehend what it’s like to be illiterate.
The origin of each person’s problem is not important—and we certainly cannot judge. Often the older ones left school during the Great Depression and drifted around the country. So many come with a lifetime of derisive baggage! They have been called “dumb” or “lazy” throughout their lives because they seek to hide their inability to read. Some had to leave school to contribute to their family’s survival by bringing in a weekly paycheck. A few needed to get away from terrible living conditions so the value of an education was a low priority when physical survival was at stake. One of my students sported arms that were scarred and discolored. When I had earned enough of his trust to talk about it I was told that the burns had occurred on the job. He had been told to bring some dry ice to the loading dock. Because he couldn’t read, he didn’t realize that he should not just pick up the ice with bare hands and arms. His arms took a long time to heal; the memory never did.
Lately I have been reading in the news that medical illiteracy can kill you. A recent study, lead by Dr. David Baker of Northwestern University’s Feinberg School of Medicine, discovered that at least 25% of patients (65 and older) could not understand written health information, read prescription labels for directions and contraindications, or understand basic instructions on how to prepare for medical tests. A few years ago I was researching the reading level of medical information for a consumer health information center. I found that the Journal of the American Medical Association (JAMA) was written at a level appropriate to a junior or senior college student. The New England Journal of Medicine was aimed at graduate level. Even the Home Edition of the Merck Manual (1st edition) targeted a 9th grade reading level when I surveyed a portion of an article on breast cancer. Only a few medical websites, e.g. MedlinePlus, even have “Easy to Read” sections. Yet research indicates that about 60% of Internet users search for health information online. As a librarian I know that low literacy health books, written for adult audiences, are scarce.
Are publishers, health web providers, and medical personnel presuming a basic, adequate literacy that may not attain for all? The premise seemingly fails for most of my former students, as well as for 25% of the elderly! Are those who hide their literacy anorexia getting information to sustain life, live decent lives, obtain good jobs, and get the health information they deserve? Can we afford to turn away so many from the table of plenty? This is not saving the whales or closing the ozone hole over Antarctica. This is your patient, client, neighbor, employee, family member. It’s in your face, if you’d only look. What can YOU bring to the table?
Monday, July 09, 2007
Nutrition for the Mind
One of my favorite meta-blogs is the Encyclopedia Britannica Blogsite. [See: http://blogs.britannica.com/blog/main ] The main page opens to the newest posts and to a “menu” divided into a variety of appetizing subject areas. Most contributors have been invited to write and are experts in their fields. The purpose of each entry is to stimulate an online conversation based on each author’s particular expertise. Reader responses are welcome.
Recently a Web2.0 section has been added. Its purpose is to provide a venue in which the intellectual life of the Web can be examined. After all, an unexamined Internet life is not worth living either! Leading contributors include librarians and a former Britannica editor. I sometimes feel I can detect the amorphous scepter of Mortimer Adler lurking in the ethers, pontificating on the four “goods of the mind”—information, knowledge, understanding, and wisdom—somewhat like Adele Davis promoting the food groups as the basis of sound nutrition.
The Web2.0 debate decries the state of the well nourished mind. Much concern is voiced on the nature of the well-balanced intellectual meal online searchers are looking for, and on the crumbs offered. Web2.0 fears may be valid. It is possible that the bulk of readily available, free information on the Internet is, at best, snack and fast food.
It has been my experience as a librarian that many people are satisfied with crumbs. They want a quick answer to fill their hunger—any answer, nutritional values of no concern. They want to know when their favorite musical group will be performing in the area, the phone number of the nearest cleaners, and how to get airline tickets cheaply. These are perfectly legitimate uses of the Internet. They may even be the reason the web finally “caught on.” Remember those dot-coms that went under because they were pre-emptive and didn’t have business plans to match the medium? A hamburger joint will fail in a vegetarian neighborhood unless it caters to the customer. However, as everyone knows, a continuous diet of fast foods does not promote good health.
The Internet can provide ample nourishment to the seeker who wants a single, yet filling, meal of limited facts. For example, a searcher can readily locate information on a medical condition, its symptoms, treatment and prognosis that will satisfy them. It is their responsibility to determine whether they are being sold a “bill of goods” or are making healthy choices based on the nutritional needs of the mind.
If they have a truly serious condition, those healthy choices are critical. The authority of the information, its completeness, depth, and currency become as important as the information. A dietary life plan is called for. This is where expert searchers like librarians and “invisible web” resources become vital. This interaction is the meeting with a nutrition expert to plan one’s diabetic eating plan; purchasing the best nutritional values book available; beginning an exercise program; and changing one’s relationship with food and life. It becomes knowledge building with a goal of relevant understanding.
As Web2.0 contributors fear, many seekers of the “goods of the mind” are not getting a balanced diet with informational crumbs, fast and/or junk food. But are those committed to lifestyle change, longevity, and maximizing their health really going to stop when GOOGLE serves up a reasonable answer? Actualy GOOGLE Scholar provides entree into current scholarship and authors working in several research areas--if you know how to maximize that resource. Will a critically thinker be satisfied with one source? I hope not!
Web2.0 debate based on this characterization of intellectual prowess resembles is a “straw man” argument. What gourmand mind fills itself on the web? A judicious taste of Internet information networks won’t hurt once in a while. It may even introduce the gourmet to an elusive, tidbit heretofore unknown. One of the serendipitous findings of network theory, as it applies to the Internet, is the surprising occurrence of innovation and critically important information coming from peripheral and poorly connected nodes.
If the Web2.0 characterization is correct, the fault resides elsewhere. Elements of critical thinking must be taught at the dinner table of education, beginning with the high chair of elementary school and leading on from the formal banquet of post-graduate work. Standards must be set and met. Knowledge is not miraculously conferred in one sitting. Understanding integrates traditional food-of-thought sources like treatises, current documentation of nutritional elements similar to those found in peer reviewed journals, creative combinations of novel and flavorful concepts, and caloric limitations set by established theory and empirical demonstration—all contribute to the totality of the mind’s nourishment.
The Internet is not the bête noire of the mind. The responsibility of fitness rests with the individual. Flab or fit? The assessment depends on motivation, purpose, and conditioning. Those who revere Mortimer Adler, as I do, should not fear the decline and fall of the intellectual banquet of the mind because an Internet hot dog stand takes over our favorite corner. There is room for both. Those who really care, go elsewhere for sustenance.
Recently a Web2.0 section has been added. Its purpose is to provide a venue in which the intellectual life of the Web can be examined. After all, an unexamined Internet life is not worth living either! Leading contributors include librarians and a former Britannica editor. I sometimes feel I can detect the amorphous scepter of Mortimer Adler lurking in the ethers, pontificating on the four “goods of the mind”—information, knowledge, understanding, and wisdom—somewhat like Adele Davis promoting the food groups as the basis of sound nutrition.
The Web2.0 debate decries the state of the well nourished mind. Much concern is voiced on the nature of the well-balanced intellectual meal online searchers are looking for, and on the crumbs offered. Web2.0 fears may be valid. It is possible that the bulk of readily available, free information on the Internet is, at best, snack and fast food.
It has been my experience as a librarian that many people are satisfied with crumbs. They want a quick answer to fill their hunger—any answer, nutritional values of no concern. They want to know when their favorite musical group will be performing in the area, the phone number of the nearest cleaners, and how to get airline tickets cheaply. These are perfectly legitimate uses of the Internet. They may even be the reason the web finally “caught on.” Remember those dot-coms that went under because they were pre-emptive and didn’t have business plans to match the medium? A hamburger joint will fail in a vegetarian neighborhood unless it caters to the customer. However, as everyone knows, a continuous diet of fast foods does not promote good health.
The Internet can provide ample nourishment to the seeker who wants a single, yet filling, meal of limited facts. For example, a searcher can readily locate information on a medical condition, its symptoms, treatment and prognosis that will satisfy them. It is their responsibility to determine whether they are being sold a “bill of goods” or are making healthy choices based on the nutritional needs of the mind.
If they have a truly serious condition, those healthy choices are critical. The authority of the information, its completeness, depth, and currency become as important as the information. A dietary life plan is called for. This is where expert searchers like librarians and “invisible web” resources become vital. This interaction is the meeting with a nutrition expert to plan one’s diabetic eating plan; purchasing the best nutritional values book available; beginning an exercise program; and changing one’s relationship with food and life. It becomes knowledge building with a goal of relevant understanding.
As Web2.0 contributors fear, many seekers of the “goods of the mind” are not getting a balanced diet with informational crumbs, fast and/or junk food. But are those committed to lifestyle change, longevity, and maximizing their health really going to stop when GOOGLE serves up a reasonable answer? Actualy GOOGLE Scholar provides entree into current scholarship and authors working in several research areas--if you know how to maximize that resource. Will a critically thinker be satisfied with one source? I hope not!
Web2.0 debate based on this characterization of intellectual prowess resembles is a “straw man” argument. What gourmand mind fills itself on the web? A judicious taste of Internet information networks won’t hurt once in a while. It may even introduce the gourmet to an elusive, tidbit heretofore unknown. One of the serendipitous findings of network theory, as it applies to the Internet, is the surprising occurrence of innovation and critically important information coming from peripheral and poorly connected nodes.
If the Web2.0 characterization is correct, the fault resides elsewhere. Elements of critical thinking must be taught at the dinner table of education, beginning with the high chair of elementary school and leading on from the formal banquet of post-graduate work. Standards must be set and met. Knowledge is not miraculously conferred in one sitting. Understanding integrates traditional food-of-thought sources like treatises, current documentation of nutritional elements similar to those found in peer reviewed journals, creative combinations of novel and flavorful concepts, and caloric limitations set by established theory and empirical demonstration—all contribute to the totality of the mind’s nourishment.
The Internet is not the bête noire of the mind. The responsibility of fitness rests with the individual. Flab or fit? The assessment depends on motivation, purpose, and conditioning. Those who revere Mortimer Adler, as I do, should not fear the decline and fall of the intellectual banquet of the mind because an Internet hot dog stand takes over our favorite corner. There is room for both. Those who really care, go elsewhere for sustenance.
Monday, June 11, 2007
The Sonata of Gentle Spring Rains
Pianissimo rains evoke
A calming, repetitive refrain
Adagio con dolore
Far off thunder interjects
Percussive interest—sforzando
Mem’ry of dreams diminuendo
Texture bred by blust’ry wind
New born leaves sing contrapuntal theme
Tremolo melancholic
Scent of newly wakened earth
From death life’s motif is born
Harmonious accelerando
Muted rains soothing my troubled soul
Sound, scent, soft water renew
Consonance sostenuto.
copyright smb aka ettsme
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Book Review: Taylor Street Chicago's Little Italy
Although I do not usually review books, I wanted to share this one. Too often, Italians and Italian-Americans are seen in a negative light. In truth, they have contributed the best of their intellect, talent, faith, sweat, tears, and blood to this country. While the book I review is not an in-depth scholarly investigation of the Italian-American experience, it is a glimpse into the quotidian life experiences so many have shared. Taylor Street is a thank you to forebearers and a gift to descendants of the Italian immigrants who embarked on the American Adventure a century ago. It is the story of family--my grandparents, aunts and uncles. As Nancy Stone writes in Black Sheep and Kissing Cousins, it is the family story that shapes our lives, often unconsciously but always deeply.
Arcadia Publishing’s newest “Images of America” title, Taylor Street: Chicago’s Little Italy by Kathy Catrambone and Ellen Shubart, has added dignity and insight to the Italian immigrant story. The authors carefully demonstrate the strengths and values that Italian immigrants possessed and imbued in their American descendents. These particular characteristics have contributed greatly to American life—hard work, pursuit of educational excellence, religious faith, and devotion to family and country. Each trait is lovingly demonstrated in this book using photographs that record the Italian-American story in the Tri-Taylor Street section of Chicago. A strong sense of place, coupled with the Italian strength of character, form the basis from which many draw their heritage. Taylor Street lovingly manifests one reason why.
Arcadia Publishing’s newest “Images of America” title, Taylor Street: Chicago’s Little Italy by Kathy Catrambone and Ellen Shubart, has added dignity and insight to the Italian immigrant story. The authors carefully demonstrate the strengths and values that Italian immigrants possessed and imbued in their American descendents. These particular characteristics have contributed greatly to American life—hard work, pursuit of educational excellence, religious faith, and devotion to family and country. Each trait is lovingly demonstrated in this book using photographs that record the Italian-American story in the Tri-Taylor Street section of Chicago. A strong sense of place, coupled with the Italian strength of character, form the basis from which many draw their heritage. Taylor Street lovingly manifests one reason why.
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