Musings & Margins

My grandmother kept a daybook, a small book for each year in which she wrote out her thoughts each day. She never showed them to anyone. I knew about them because she lived next door as I was growing up, and I often saw her writing in them. I have them now, hidden away in my attic. I keep them to remind myself that sometimes writing or creating things is really for yourself, your own way of cherishing your life and recognizing every life’s amazing bounty. Still, it can’t hurt to share those pieces of your life.

What to do with old letters

Examples of hand-written letters are becoming very scarce in today’s world of electronic communication.  Saving scanned copies of such letters is one option, though you may still need to find an archive of some sort that will store these electronic texts. But such scanned texts, perhaps in PDF form, could also be indexed with an eye for content relevant to local or institutional history—or even simply family records.

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Why I Am Not Fond of Rituals

Lighting a candle for a joy or a sorrow is fine, but the same sense of bonding, of belonging or control that comes with that ritual can be used to unite people in acts of violence, in seditious assaults on our national Capitol, for instance.  Tyrants and despots who would steal our freedoms know how to use the hidden effects of ritual as well as do the teachers and preachers we trust.    

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The Righteous Penny

The story includes the amusing motif of a cat that keeps reappearing aboard ship, but what I particularly like is the moral at the end: “He fetched his mother so that she could share in his happiness and did everything for her he could, because he did not believe in what she had always said:  Everyone must look out for himself.”

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Read more about my book The Handel Letters in the Handel Seminar Continues:

A blog about writing the book and continued conversations from the characters