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.
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.
A Good One for Mother’s Day, or Why I Like Disney’s Frozen II
But perhaps the most obvious folklore connection is to the story source—Hans Christian Andersen’s “The Snow Queen.”
May Day 2020
When I was little, May Day was the day I gathered various wild flowers or dandelions into a little basket and left them on my grandmother’s porch early in the morning.
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.”
A Valentine for the Teacher
My book The Handel Letters is “dedicated to the memory of Mr. Cloyde Slater and to all who have worked to keep Handel and his music alive, in our ears and in our hearts.”