On a morning when I need to get out the door to finish up some errands, so I can get the Christmas Things in the mail to the kids – your brain goes blank for a blog post, amirite?
So, this morning my things scattered!
If you have not read Elena Ferrante’s Neapolitan novels (they are on my list to read!!) and you have not seen the brilliant adaption on HBO (you should… it is so lovely!) Perhaps you will love the Ferrante-inspired street art in Naples! I love how little the apartment buildings have changed. May we all have a Biblioteca Andreoli in our neighborhoods!
I love the Man Booker long and short lists! And, Literary Hub posted an excerpt from this year’s winner, Milkman by Anna Burns. (I am on the wait list to read this, but I am intrigued!!)
I am so happy to participate in Sprite Write’s Virtual Advent Tour again! This is my third year of joining with Sprite to spread some Advent Cheer as we count down the days to Christmas! Thank you, Sprite for including me again this year!
Today, I want to share with you a bit of a childhood memory – Firestone Christmas Albums.
In the 60’s and 70’s the Firestone Tire store sold the most amazing Christmas albums (for the whopping price of $1.00) and I remember sitting in the car while my mom ran into the Firestone store on Pine Avenue in Holland to get the latest album.
The albums had the best music sung by varied artists – these albums were my first taste at hearing the Vienna Boys Choir and the Columbus Boychoir, and opera singers like Roberta Peters, Risë Stevens, Leontyne Price… and Mary Poppins…err Julie Andrews, Gordon MacRae, The New Christy Minstrals, and Harry Belafonte!
I can remember getting home from school and loading a stack of records onto the stereo (which was the most behemoth piece of furniture!) and singing along with them – for hours on end! Which was made easier as all the lyrics were printed on the back of each album.
I can remember my sister getting so angry with me and threatening me with great bodily harm if I sung one more word! Ahhh, yes… the best of times! Haha!
I knew that I could find some of the albums on YouTube but imagine my delight when I discovered a Firestone Christmas Album playlist on Spotify!! Friday night Happy Hour was a bit happier thanks to this playlist!
The joy of childhood memories – maybe not such simple times but made sweeter thanks to music.
What about you? Do you have Christmas Music Memories? Please share them, I’d love to hear about them!
Bonny stirred my interest last week with her review of Fox 8 – luckily my library had it and on Saturday I picked it up with a few other books, including a volume of Ted Kooser’s poetry (Thanks, Honoré!!)
I have been reading and rereading the poems in Delights & Shadows… and they are wonderful! This is a book I have added to my “need to buy” list!
I share some words for thought today from Delights & Shadows:
A Jar of Buttons by Ted Kooser
This is a core sample
from the floor of the Sea of Mending,
a cylinder packed with shells
that over many years
sank through fathoms of shirts —
pearl buttons, blue buttons —
and settled together
beneath waves of perseverance,
an ocean upon which
generations of women set forth,
under the sails of gingham curtains,
and, seated side by side
on decks sometimes salted by tears,
made small but important repairs.
This morning SwissMissshared this… which made me stop and think, especially at this suggestion, “Next time I book a trip I might book it around a library I want to see.”Umm… YES! That! And, so I had to Google libraries to visit, which brought up these interesting lists:
Today’s is all about things I think you should not miss.
Unequal Scenes has some dramatically striking images. Looking at the images these words of Nelson Mandela are equally striking at how poorly we are doing at this: We must work together to ensure the equitable distribution of wealth, opportunity, and power in our society.
“Willy had judged him to be wholly and incorruptibly good. It wasn’t just that he knew that Mr. Bones had a soul. He knew that soul to be better than other souls, and the more he saw of it, the more refinement and nobility of spirit he f…