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One of my favorite—one of the best—rock and roll bands, The White Stripes, disbanded this week. I wanted to say something eloquent but I can't, and anyway, their music making is far better than my words about it could be.
"Jack White once claimed that he had three fathers: his biological dad, God and Bob Dylan."
"This is possession pure and simple. Jack White sang like he had hell hounds on his trail, baying in endless anguish. He inhabits the song like a funeral mask. This is one of the saddest songs ever recorded. It's the sort of thing you never want to be in the mood to hear, but when you need it, there's nothing stronger."
Ahhhhh! :( :( :( :( I found out the day it happened. I am the HUGEST hugest most obssessive white stripes groupie. I nearly cried when I found out they broke up. Forgive my over-emotional and non-eloquent post. I just can't believe they're no more.
Greatest band ever. Bye jack & meg, I will miss you SO much. Under blackpool lights concert was probably the greatest concert of all time. And you have helped me through so, SO much.
I just discovered the blog Storytime Katie and, I’ve gotta tell you guys, it’s phenomenal. Anything and everything you want to know about storytime is here: Flannelboards! Theme ideas! Fingerplays! Books! Songs! The Penguin storytime package is particularly sweet.
And be sure to check out her helpful Resources section and follow her on Twitter (katietweetsya)!
Yep, I have definitely developed a new blog crush.
NOTE TO MYSELF: SMALL ACTS CAN LEAVE BIG IMPRESSIONS
As a youngster, Christmas was somewhat of a demoralizing time of the year. Since our family was of the Jewish faith, we celebrated the holiday of Chanukah, which didn't seem to me to be half as exciting as the furor that went along with trimming a tree.
On occasion Chanukah fell during the same period as Christmas and somehow I couldn't work up as much enthusiasm for lighting a candle even if it was colored, as my friends seemed to experience placing ornaments on the branches of their trees.
It was difficult for me to accept that a tree even a miniature one was out of the question, in spite of reminders that people of the Jewish faith don’t celebrate Christmas. Even the protestations that we could call it a Chanukah bush, it was obvious that there was no way a fir tree would be part of our celebrations.
Traditionally at Chanukah, children receive gifts of gelt or money and light small colored candles in a hanukiah (candelabra) one per night for the eight days of the holiday. While this was nice, in my mind it didn't measure up to all the excitement related to the "other" holiday.
At Hebrew school we always celebrated the various holidays, big and small and Chanukah was a particular favorite especially since our class, being the eldest students, entertained the residents of a senior’s home. Each year the teacher would select eight students to sing and perform to play the role of Chanukah candles with fierce competition for the part of the shamash or lead candle.
Not being blessed with a good singing voice and barely able to carry a tune, I knew that my chances were slim at best to play any candle, never mind the lead candle. My biggest rival was Zelig, who had the voice and promise of a future opera singer. Not only did he have the best singing voice, he was also the top student scholastically. He was also the teacher's pet. Whenever games were played for prizes during the holidays, Zelig won everything, which didn't exactly ingratiate him with the other students. Actually, we were all jealous and would have liked nothing better than for his voice to change in the middle of a concert.
Class auditions for candle parts were held a few weeks before the onset of the holiday and at best, the most I could hope for was a minor part and even then, only if the rest of the students had an off day or laryngitis. Each student auditioned for the teacher and as expected, Zelig got the lead role, which irritated me no end.
My resentment was eased somewhat by being assigned the role of a minor candle, probably out of pity more than anything else. Those students not chosen became part of the chorus singing "tra-la-las" at the appropriate time.
Excitement was at a fever pitch when we arrived at the seniors' home, ready to perform for a live audience who were, for the most part, in wheelchairs. They were brought into the auditorium where we were lined up on stage, anxious to perform.
Glancing around the room, many of the seniors appeared half asleep.
"You will be entertained today!" their nurses might have insisted as they wheeled them into the room before our arrival.
The first students opened the concert and sang well and those who followed performed admirably. Finally, it was my turn. My voice didn't fail me and I felt very proud of my accomplishment.
When Zelig opened his mouth it was like a chorus of angels had entered the room. His voice was strong and melodic and suddenly the seniors perked up, smiles on their faces in obvious appreciation of what they heard. When the last notes of his solo faded away, they all clapped appreciatively.
The musical recital was over and we performed a variety of Israeli dances, moving off the stage to mingle among our audience. Although Israeli dancing was a passion, I was consumed with the memory of th
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A great pick for a preschool Halloween party, this book will have kids wiggling and giggling to the silly monster movements. Set to the same song as If You’re Happy and You Know It, children will immediately be able to sing right along. Children will be growling, snapping their claws, stomping their paws, and twitching their tails along with the monsters in the book. Those monsters are done in neon-bright colors against a black background, creating a very dynamic book for children to enjoy. I recommend finishing up with some black paper and bright colored scraps and letting the children create their own monsters to take home.
Completely child friendly, this book will have even the most reluctant listeners paying attention and playing along. Happily, the song takes more enthusiasm than skill, so everyone can join in and not have to worry. The Emberleys have created a book that fills a niche in story times, a monster book that is non-scary but not babyish. What a treat!
Appropriate for ages 2-4. Make sure to have this one in your trick-or-treat bag for fall!
There's nothing like howling along to a creepified, monsterized version of a classic song you know and love (or loathe). That's why we've put together this little guide to help you find the best parodies to spookify your next sing-along!
Sipping Spiders Through a Straw: Campfire Songs for Monsters is written by Kelly DiPucchio and illustrated by the talented Gris Grimly. It boasts 18 awesome parodies, including Home of the Strange (Home on the Range), My Delicious Frankenstein (Oh My Darling Clementine), Do Your Guts Hang Low (Do Your Ears Hang Low), and Slither and Stink (that's right, folks...somebody actually successfully grossified 'Skinnamarink' - it's fantastic!). This little volume is so much fun it's earned a place on our 'Absolutely Everybody Should Own This Book' list.
(Note to self: write an 'Absolutely Everybody Should Own This Book' list)
If you enjoy annoying family and
5 Comments on So who else feels like singing?, last added: 10/5/2010
Gris Grimly and Adam Rex are two of my favorite artists and I'm so glad to hear about these books. I think I tend to overlook to kids section sometime, but oh how wrong I've been. ;)
Thanks for the book tips! I'm gathering a Halloween care package to send to my 3 year-old niece. Methinks I'll be picking up one of these to throw in...
This is a serious list of awesome-spooky-sauce with a side of severed finger fries! I love love love Frankie Makes a sandie. I would like to add Tony DiTerlizzi's Spider and the Fly to this list. So good and creepy with its imagery on the classic short.
AllHallowSteve - I personally buy every little kid we know a copy of Frankenstein Makes a Sandwich, and it's never failed to be a hit! Glad you like the list!
D.M. - That book looks awesome! Now I have to go out and get it.
The Silly Book with CD. Stoo Hample. 2010/2004/1961. Candlewick Press. 32 pages.
Candlewick Press has reprinted Stoo Hample's The Silly Book; it was originally published along with the Silly Record (LP) in 1961. This latest edition--there was another reprint in 2004--includes the CD containing twenty-three minutes of silly songs and poems. How silly is silly? Very! It's silly nonsense through and through.
I had to listen to the CD a few times before I started to enjoy it. But. Once I gave it some of my time and attention, I must admit that *some* of the silliness worked for me. (Not that I'd want to listen to it continuously for weeks or anything.)
Here's one of my favorites:
Silly Recipe
Cook three pieces of spaghetti in a pan of water for two years.
Add one teaspoonful of chocolate syrup and mix well.
Spread on bread and freeze.
Feed to teddy bear.
I also enjoyed "Silly Backwards Talk" and "Silly Story."
This is rather a good little poem and is even more fun as a song--and it's certainly the right way to begin [ahem-TWO!] new reading classes full of children with first names from Farhan to Manuel, from Dayrin to Bronx, from Fumiya to Jaisa.
How nostalgic it made us, singing it blearily before dawn with my freshly-minted middle-schooler, for the days of nursery school and Dragon Tales...
And may be, when you listen very quietly, between all the bird songs you can hear a Brel song as well.
Your Paris is the best town to live in: no dirt, no smog, no noise. Just songs, love, birds, flowers and very comfortable rooftops!.
rossichka said, on 8/16/2010 1:40:00 PM
The French series is wonderful! I like the stamp, “Le parc des fleurs”, the bird in her hair, everything. And yes, it would be great if you listen carefully to hear Jacques Brel’s voice! “Ne me quitte pas”…
At the start of Act IV, scene 1 of Measure by Measure comes this song, sung by the frustrated Mariana, who was betrothed to Angelo ages ago - only he refuses to marry her without a dowry:
Take, O take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn! But my kisses bring again, bring again, Seals of love, but sealed in vain, sealed in vain!
Form: Rhymed ABABCC, like Venus & Adonis stanza, but using a different meter. Each line consists of two trochees and an amphimacer. A trochee (pronounced TRO-key) consists of an accented syllable followed by an unaccented one (TUM-ta). An amphimacer has three syllables: stress, non, stress, or TUM-ta-TUM. Put together, each line goes TUM-ta TUM-ta TUM-ta-TUM. Except, of course that the last two lines have an echoing refrain that makes them longer by an extra amphimacer. Don't worry, you won't be tested on this, but for the one or two of you out there who might have cared, there it is.
Discussion: Mariana is suggesting that Angelo take his lips away, since he used them to break promises, and to take his eyes as well, because they also lie. She asks that he return her kisses to her - a double meaning, of course, in that it means, on the one hand, that she wishes she'd not kissed him in the first place and, on the other, that she'd like to kiss him again.
Here's a setting of it done by John Wilson, a composer who lived in the early 17th century, performed by Dave Rogers, whom I found on YouTube. I quite like him:
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It’s so good to see you again!! I still love your whimsy and joy for life!
For some reason “IF” said my thumbnail/entry was accepted but it hasn’t shown up. That was 6 people ago! I even tried 3 times. Again it said success but again, no thumbnail or link
have you had trouble today?
I love your entry…super wonderful and delightful!
Lon said, on 7/18/2010 7:53:00 AM
your drawings are so comfy and magical! I love them!
alejjo said, on 7/18/2010 10:11:00 AM
simply beautiful, the writting, the colors, the style, very very nice work
rossichka said, on 7/18/2010 12:50:00 PM
Each new drawing is so amazingly beautiful and poetical! No one can stay indifferent to your world of words and colours… I like the humming birds, the music fountain, but most of all the Woman, Knitting Poems… Thank you!:-))
Aspergers Syndromes Symptoms said, on 7/18/2010 4:27:00 PM
Pretty nice post. I just stumbled upon your blog and wanted to say that I have really enjoyed browsing your blog posts. In any case I’ll be subscribing to your feed and I hope you write again soon!
How many lives would it take you to read all the books you want to read?
Is this an answerable question when publishers constantly release new books?
I've calculated 30 lives for myself. My calculations are based solely on the stars and planets and my reading capacity, or lack thereof, and nothing else.
Another question:
Have you ever read a self-published book? Was it worth reading or was the writer fulfilling a self-created pipe dream? (Feel free to not answer that last question in light of losing a friend, because I'm guessing if you've read a self-published book it's because you know the author.)
I'm not thinking about self-publishing. I think no matter how the books turns out, it looks unprofessional and... self-published. And without a strong marketing and distribution plan behind you, it falls on the author's shoulders even more so than with a "traditional" publisher.
Read on.
Write on.
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As I was putting LC down for a nap today, the James Taylor song "You Can Close Your Eyes" came on the iPod. It was weird. Okay, I guess you had to be there.
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I like to follow writer’s blogs as I feel I learn from each one. I have a book of Communion devotionals at the printers which I authored, although I don’t consider myself an accomplished writer. I am a follower on your blog and invite you to follow mine as well…and please leave a comment when and if you visit.
Well. Sooner than we expected, the school system reviewers and the Superintendent made their recommendation against approval to the Board of Education, and in a whirlwind of events our public charter school application was denied on Tuesday. There was no way to catch my breath in time for Poetry Friday--these are the last days of the school year, after all--so here I am today with a poem that reflects (not sure how, but it does) a little of the hollow feeling that lurks beneath a determination to try again.
This fastening, unfastening, and heaving-- this is our life. Whose life is it improving? It topples some. Some others it will toughen. Work is the safest way to fail, and often the simplest way to love a son or daughter. We come. We carp. We're fired. We worry later.
That man is strange. His calipers are shiny. His hands are black. For lunch he brings baloney, and, offered coffee, answers, "Thank you, no." That man, with nothing evil left to do and two small skills to stir some interest up, fits in the curtained corner of a shop.
The best part of our life is disappearing into the john to sneak a smoke, or staring at screaming non-stop mills, our eyes unfocused, or standing judging whose sick joke is sickest. Yet nothing you could do could break our silence. We are a check. Do not expect a balance.
That is a wrathful man becoming older, a nobody like us, turned mortgage holder. We stay until the bell. That man will stay ten minutes more, so no one can complain. Each day, by then, he's done exactly ten. Ten what, exactly, no one here can say.
3 Comments on work song in the key of f, last added: 6/13/2010
That stinks, Heidi. I don't know why I am always surprised, but it did not occur to me that they would say "no." Dang. Glad to hear that you will be soldiering on.
In honor of Lena Horne, who passed away last Sunday at the age of 92, Philip Furia has reflected on her legacy. Furia is a professor in the Department of Creative Writing at the University of North Carolina Wilmington and the author with Laurie Patterson of The Songs of Hollywood.
I would never pretend to be an expert on Lena Horne, but my research prompts me to make a few observations on her career as a singer of popular songs. Perhaps the most striking thing about her stellar career is that Lena Horne, alone among the great singers of her era, never introduced a hit song. The songs she is associated with are the “standards” of what’s been termed The Great American Song Book. In the television obituaries, for example, she was heard singing the classic songs of Cole Porter, Ira and George Gershwin, and Lorenz Hart and Richard Rodgers. Even her signature song, “Stormy Weather,” was originally written by Ted Koehler and Harold Arlen for Ethel Waters in the 1933 Cotton Club Revue. (Waters, supposedly, always resented the fact that Lena Horne had co-opted “her” song).
One reason why Lena Horne’s song repertory was confined to the great standards is that for most of her career she worked in Hollywood films. In a few of these films, such as Cabin in the Sky and Stormy Weather (both 1943), she had a leading role, but in most of her other films she had cameo roles where she sang songs as “performances” in night clubs and other settings. Rather than have her render new, untried songs, Hollywood studios took the safer route of having her sing tried and tested standards. Hollywood’s practice of recycling old songs, in fact, is one reason these songs became “standards” instead of simply fading away as most popular songs do after their heyday. (It didn’t hurt, too, that the studios often owned these old songs and stood to profit from their renewed popularity.)
Lena Horne’s greatest opportunity to introduce new hit songs came in 1946 when she was offered the lead in the Broadway musical St. Louis Woman, where she would have introduced such songs as “Come Rain or Come Shine” by Johnny Mercer and Harold Arlen. Horne, however, refused the lead because she felt that the show caricatured blacks—even though the book was written by two African-American playwrights. Without Horne, St. Louis Woman quickly folded, and the singer lost one of her few chances to introduce hit songs.
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i love this place but it's haunted without you my tired heart is beating so slowour hearts sing less than we wanted we wanted our hearts sing 'cause we do not know we do not knowto light the night to help us grow to help us grow it is not said i always know you can catch me don't you run don't you run if you live another day in this happy little house the fire's here to stay to light the night to help us grow to help us grow it is not said i always knowplease don't make a fuss it won't go away
2 Comments on it is not said i always know, last added: 4/20/2010
I just wanted to pop over and thank you for entering the giveaway for my Karma Cards on the Oh, Mishka blog. We've got a few sets left if you're still keen (cough, shameless self-promotion, cough) ;D
this day, i'm astonished, still, at the ability of conversing with a beautiful-minded friend on the opposite side of the globe and brilliant rage meeting through signals in the air.
2 Comments on it started out with a kiss, how did it end up like this?, last added: 3/25/2010
This is my friend Ryan Bache's video. As you can tell, he is an animated fellow educator with varying personal qualities, mostly outstanding. He's sitting next to me right now and we're making sure the teachers aren't watching us.
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A regional conference for independent schools. We get to choose 3 workshops, I chose a blogging one out of curiosity. Yes, you would be right about phoetry. It's a winner.
Wow! I think I have a new favourite blog and I haven’t looked at anything else other than the IF link yet – what an amazing talent – I love your style
I’m off to wander around the rest of your blog now
Cheers
Roberta Baird said, on 3/3/2010 6:49:00 AM
Love it! So whimsical and dun!
joe hebden said, on 3/3/2010 7:50:00 AM
Your blog is delightful.
Deb Clandening said, on 3/3/2010 8:26:00 AM
How magical!! I love how your first drawings are on a slant.
Ine said, on 3/3/2010 1:21:00 PM
I am sure they will meet on the way and may be fly together …
aimee said, on 3/6/2010 7:40:00 AM
oh, beautiful! as always! made me think of pablo neruda’s twenty love poems and a song of despair. i love how your drawings are tilted sideways, so much like life itself.
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Five years ago, I started a storytelling blog. My daughter was not yet two years old and I was still working as a children's librarian on a substitute basis. I had as a goal for that year to learn guitar or sewing, and surprised everyone (most of all myself) when I started lessons for both. Throughout the years, I've learned to know new people through blogging and have even got to meet some of them. Relationships with old friends with whom I'd been out of touch as well as acquaintances who've became good friends have been possible because of blogging.
I'm thankful for all of you. Today's celebration is in thanks for your friendship. I am hosting a giveaway of a doll I made especially for this day: an Astronomy Magus to aid you in storytelling or inspire you as you work.
The doll is made with hand-dyed dark blue wool felt and embroidered with blue and white stitches. To enter the giveaway, please leave a comment on this post with a reflection on one or more of the following items:
1. A description of a beloved story from your childhood that you have not yet located. Be as specific as possible, and someone might be able to find the information to reunite you with that story.
2. A song you really enjoy that you don't think a lot of people know. Please provide a verse or two.
3. A scenario of a book you would love to read that to the best of your knowledge has not been written. Only share the story idea if you're not planning to write it yourself!
4. Explain quantum theory as if it were a story.
I will need to be able to contact the recipient of the Astronomy Magus, either through an email address found on your blog/website profile or through a private email you sent directly to me at: saintsandspinners [at] gmail [dot] com. If you send me a private email, please be assured that I will not use your address for any purpose but this giveaway.
"Why an Astronomy Magus?" you might ask. Some of you know how much I love outer space. The science-fiction I enjoy most has to do with interplanetary travel. You might not have been aware that when Carl Sagan says, "The Cosmos is all that is or ever was or ever will be," my soul leaps with joy, but you've probably suspected that I watched every episode of the new Battlestar Galactica series. It is my hope that when I bring my first book-length story to completion, it will incorporate stories, songs and textiles into a science-fiction genre. That is why the Astronomy Magus is my gift.
The drawing for the Astronomy Magus ends Friday, February 26, at 6 P.M. Pacific Standard Time. You may comment multiple times, but each name will be entered only once. Parents and siblings of the House of Glee plus Brad the Gorilla are welcome to comment but will not be eligible for the drawing.
14 Comments on Five Year Celebration and a Giveaway, last added: 2/23/2010
I remember a story from my childhood about a king trying to find an appropriate husband/suitor for his daughter. To all the eager prospects, he asked them to produce/create/make something "as hot as summer, and as cold as winter." In the end, the person who pleased the king and won the princess's hand made a hot fudge sundae.
I really loved this story and don't remember the title/haven't been able to locate it anywhere. A teacher or librarian read it to us and to this day I've been trying to find it.
I'm so glad your blog is here. You are such a light and sweet presence in the kidlit world. Enjoy your celebration ! :)
My Word... she's utterly gorgeous! We would be honored to give her a home with our other fairies, gnomes, dolls and animals =) So... the story I'm looking for came from my grandmother. She read it to my dad when he was a boy and it was his favorite book. He read it to us as kids but somehow it has become lost and as I don't know the name of the book, I can't find it. It's about a little elf named 'Wiggly" Most of it is very hazy in my memory, except a drawing in it of him flying on a brown oak leaf. I'd love to locate a copy to read to my kids... continue a family tradition. Lovely idea, Alkelda... thank you! Blessings and magic, Donni (Fairyfolk)
This pretty planet spinning through space your garden, your harbor your holy place golden sun going down gentle blue giant, spin us around all through the night safe 'til the morning light.
HAPPY ANNIVERSARY! I only wish I had found Saints and Spinners five years ago and not later. But I'm happy I did.
I love that you love space.
#2: You know who I'm gonna pick. Sam Phillips has lots of songs that I love, but I've been tempted so many times to post the lyrics to my very favorite on a Poetry Friday. But I'd be terrified that NO ONE WOULD respond and I wouldn't get any help in deciphering the mysterious, beautiful lyrics. I figure it out a bit more each time I listen. I love that she leaves room for the listeners to wonder. But here are some of the lyrics. The song is called "The Fan Dance":
The violinist puts his violin away Forbidden city broken into tonight I use my blindfold to dry my tears The stage is empy and tired of light
But when I do the fan dance I'm all the red in China I'm dialing life up on my telescope Fringe and mathematics Shaking down the curtain To find the dragon parade
And when I do the fan dance Searchlights answer gunfire Angles escort falling mercies Hearts shut off like streetlights But even in the blackout I'll find my balcony rose
As for #3, a friend once had a great book idea that he told me about, and I hope he writes it one day. But I won't repeat it here, in case he still plans to.
The girls were just in here, and they were jumping up and down over the dolls again. Piper's b'day is coming up; I'm thinking we need to make room in our budget for two more dolls. Yup, it's only Piper's b'day, but Ada is really all about that green doll with the butterfly basket. I'll email you. But consider an order in....
HAPPY HAPPY ANNIVERSARY AGAIN! One of the best places in cyberspace...
Happy Blog Birthday! Your blog is always a joy to me but the biggest joy of it has been getting to know you again! It is wonderful to have you in my life!
Actually, reading about children's literature on your blog has already inspired me to find most of the old childhood stories that I longed for, but, thinking about Easter books the other day, I remembered a bunny story from my childhood. It is about a bunny babysitter (I think - it may have been the bunny mother but I really think she was the babysitter) taking care of a bunch of little bunnies one night - at least ten - maybe a lot more - and all of the challenging practicalities of supervising them and getting them to bed. It was sweet. Does anyone remember the title/author?
I also recently remembered a wonderful Mayer (I think Mercer, but maybe the other) book called The Flying Machine, but I am sure I can find that (if not afford it as it is probably out of print).
I really would like to see your Journal of Alien Contact finished. It deserves to be a book.
Happy Blog Birthday! In honor of your amazing five years, here's my grandmother's favorite poem, which she used to recite to me when I was a girl and wanted too much stuff. I didn't quite get it at the time but now I know that she was cheerfully poking fun at me.
Mattie's Wants and Wishes...
I wants a piece of calico To make my doll a dress; I doesn't want a big piece, A yard will do, I guess.
http://seniors-site.com/poetry/mattie.html
I still can't find the author. The one listed on the site is the poster of the poem.
Reading the whole poem has reminded me that kids are basically the same. Mattie's very busy with her needs and my kid is too... although he may never ask for me to find his thimble.
My WORD, Farida, you taught yourself to play the guitar five years ago?
OH, MY GOODNESS THERE IS SO HOPE FOR ME NOW!!
I have LISTS of things I still want to learn to do. LISTS. Had NO idea you just UP and did this. And SEWING!! You went from teaching yourself to ...dolls. Selling dolls. Amazing.
Okay, wow. Think I'll breathe now. But seriously - so, so, so cool.
Happy Blog Birthday! I agree with Tanita--it's amazing what you've accomplished over the last five years. It gives me hope for my own learning, too.
I am going to try a book that has not been written--I will take a picture book with a character named "Adrienne." As far as I know, none exist, and "Adrienne" is a swell name, if I do say so myself.
It begins in an English orphanage set in a small cathedral town where girls have lots of books to read, work in the garden, learn to sew, have music lessons etc. Or possibly it could be a Bleak orphanage, to provide conrast to what is to come.
Two sisters are reclaimed from the orphanage by some sort of distant relative (?) who takes them off to a huge house with a huge garden in the country side somewhere and they explore the house and garden and find, perhaps, an old dollhouse and make dresses for the dolls, and old harpsichord which hasn't been played for years, a hidden garden that needs weeding and so they weed, etc etc etc and then they find a hidden box that has some sort of lost thing that adds a semblance of plot to the story. Or perhaps they make friends with the lame boy next door and convince him to do more. Or maybe the little sister gets sick, and the big sister has to save her somehow....
I wasn't going to comment on this post, but I wanted to let you know how much I am enjoying your comments. The book searches, lyrics, and story ideas are so interesting! And yes, Tanita, there is hope for all of us! I'm a big fan of learning new things as adults.
A song I love (and I hope you will too with your sewing skills) is TR Kelly's The Sewing Machine Song, about the long life of a singer sewing machine. Here's how it opens:
I came off of the assembly line in 1899 Paid for by a farmer's wife, three dollars at a time, She got to western Oregon where the land was rich and green, sounded strong and was ready to work that singer sewing machine.
Her feet were quick on the treadle, She made my wheel fly, She shined me and she oiled me, She said I was her pride, She made trousers for her husband, clothes for little girls and boys, And the whirring of my big fly wheel was a welcome joyful noise.
...............
The rest of the song follows the fortunes of this singer sewing machine through many different hands over a century or so, having been passed down through the family, then auctioned, then abandoned, then found and fixed. It's a gorgeous song I found by accident (on Amazon) but it's one I keep returning to.
yay for you! happy blogiversary! i taught myself (and am still learning) how to sew only a couple of years ago. so fun!
as i am an early childhood teacher with two wee ones of my own, most songs in my world these days are children's songs. this one i can be heard singing at least once a day. sometimes i don't even bother breaking up the sibling quibbles, i just break into song!
*love and kindness, love and kindness, share these things, share these things. smiles are a blessing, smiles are a blessing, we can bring, we can bring.*
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Oh, how I loved the white stripes. they will be missed.
Ahhhhh! :( :( :( :( I found out the day it happened. I am the HUGEST hugest most obssessive white stripes groupie. I nearly cried when I found out they broke up. Forgive my over-emotional and non-eloquent post. I just can't believe they're no more.
Greatest band ever. Bye jack & meg, I will miss you SO much. Under blackpool lights concert was probably the greatest concert of all time. And you have helped me through so, SO much.
oxoxo