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A Harlequin Romance Afternoon

08 Monday Mar 2010

Posted by Janell in Life at Home

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Books, Childhood Memories, Everyday Life, Parents

The cool rainy day offers mint conditions for an afternoon nap.

My comfy bed awaits.  A soft bedside lamp glows yellow.   The warm covers are turned down.  A stack of reading material lies nearby on my nightstand.

With my homework finished for tonight’s class, I may just indulge — after I empty my mind of thoughts that have deprived me from sleep for the last three nights.

I wasn’t surprised by my hard night’s sleep on Friday or Saturday.  I sort of expected it, as I’m always keyed up before and after a big project.   Before hand, I’m full of nervous hope that all will go well and that no one will get hurt.  Once the work is finished, I’m too keyed up to relax — the day’s activities cling to me and no amount of tossing and turning shakes them off.

But last night, after a relaxing day of gardening and time spent in a good book, I expected a good night’s sleep.  And maybe I would have but for the late telephone call with my sister, where we made plans to begin a new project this weekend, that involves painting my parent’s house.   Too much stimulation before bedtime — whether it’s caffeine or talking about a big project —  keeps me unsettled.

My mother use to love to go to bed on a day like today, especially if she had her new month’s allotment of Harlequin Romances.  It didn’t matter what project she was working on and what projects were coming up.  She easily escaped her everyday world to enter a new one, one full of  love, conflict and a happy ending.

I can remember my mother buying Harlequin Romances since the late fifties or early sixties.  As far as I know, Mom never threw any away, though some she lent to others may have become unintended gifts.  Except for her favorites that she kept by her bed, every Harlequin Romance that my mother ever purchased was put in a box and shoved up in the attic.  It’s the one place we still have left to clear.

Of late, I’ve been wondering whether there is a secondary market for vintage Harlequin Romance novels.  I learned from looking online that Harlequin is reprinting some of their ‘vintage’ novels.  Wouldn’t it be crazy if these books were the most valuable asset of Mom’s scary estate?  Sounds like the stuff romance novels are made of, though to keep it real, none of Mom’s collection would ever rise to the ranks of  ‘mint’ condition.

School Daze

28 Sunday Feb 2010

Posted by Janell in Good Reads, Life at Home

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Books, Childhood Memories, Everyday Life, Parents, Raising Children, The Help

“…what person out there don’t remember their first-grade teacher?  Maybe they don’t remember what they learn, but I’m telling you, I done raised enough kids to know, they matter.” —  Aibileen, The Help


Oh she knows what she’s talking about, that colored maid Aibileen.  And not just about first grade teachers.  That wizened old woman — well, she knows a lot about life.  Aibileen’s raised seventeen white babies and done a whole lot of living before she ever steps foot on the first page of Kathryn Stockett’s novel, The Help.

I can’t imagine having someone like Aibileen in my young life, someone who listened and knew just what to say to set the world right.  But one’s thing’s for sure — that young girl in the book — Mae Mobley — she’s one lucky little girl, even though Mae Mobley “ain’t gone be no beauty queen,” even though Mae Mobley’s parents are so broken they don’t know how to love her, even though Mae Mobley’s teacher damages Mae Mobley’s inner sense of right and wrong.   Aibileen gone make it all better.  Aibileen will put things right.

There is so much right about this book.  I am thankful to Kathryn Stockett for telling this story, a story of how silence and pretense can kill a person’s inner truth while sharing it, with the right audience, can set people free to become their best and true selves.  The story is not just about Aibileen.  There are two other principal characters as well, plus three supporting characters.  But in the way of all good stories, this story is everyone’s story.  It is my story as it is your story, as it raises uncomfortable questions and stirs the silence of deep consciousness to reveal indivisible truth.

Too many childhood questions and stories are silenced, silenced with words like,  “Not right now”  or “Go peddle your papers.”   Too many words are left unsaid, that if spoken, would build up a child’s self-esteem.  But the words are not left unsaid by Aibileen.  Throughout this book, Aibileen feeds little Mae Mobley with a steady diet of words  to help Mae Mobley know just how good and just how right she really is… even when Mae Mobley’s world tells her otherwise — words like, “you is kind,” “you is smart” and “you is important.”

Reading this story made me wonder how life would be different if school curriculum taught these basic truths to young children.  And while I know the school shouldn’t be responsible for teaching this sort of material, I wonder if the teaching job might be easier if teachers were teaching children who believed in themselves. Sad as it is, parents don’t always teach their children well.  And what parents inadvertently teach may instead be the opposite lessons —  “you is mean,” “you is dumb” and “you is worthless.”

If  I’d spent more time in first grade learning Aibileen’s 3 U’s and less time trying to learn those 3 R’s, I may have passed first grade believing in myself.  My teacher would have had no excuse to yell at me or grab me by the shoulders and shake me in frustration for failing to catch on to my lessons.  I may not have bought into the lies I ended up believing about myself, lies like what a slow learner I was, that made me want to be anybody but myself.

Oh, Aibileen!  How right you were when you said first grade teachers matter.  Those early childhood teachers matter so much, and I am very thankful my daughter Kara is out there trying to make a difference in a lot of kindergartner’s lives.

Hopefully for some, the early grade school days were memorable in a good way.  And though mine was memorable in a bad way, I did at least learn to check myself out in a daze — probably as a self-protective measure —  rather than pay too close attention to what I was being taught.

But here’s an everydaze lesson worthy of your attention:   You is kind.  You is smart.  You is important.

Pimento Cheese & Other Good Stuff

09 Tuesday Feb 2010

Posted by Janell in Good Reads, In the Kitchen, Life at Home

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Books, Dog Tales, Everyday Life, Spiritual Direction

What a difference a day can make.

Waking up to blue skies is good.  But this other good stuff that tucked me into bed last night sure didn’t hurt.

1. Shedding a few good tears: Last night, as I was presenting a paper in class, my eyes began to water and before I knew it, a few tears had escaped.  For years, I avoided crying in public because I thought crying signaled weakness.  I’ve obviously gotten over this thinking, eight years removed from the business world.  But it has helped me to learn, from my spiritual direction reading, that crying not only remove toxins from our bodies but that it helps lead us to heart’s truth whenever we follow the tears.  I’m still working on the leading, but at least I’ve a good signpost to direct the search.

2. Reading a good book: After class, I picked up a book that has languished on my nightstand for months.  One page into it, I thought…,  “Ahhh.”    Two pages into it, I thought,… “Oh, why have I denied myself this pleasure for so long?”  And my third  and next thoughts joined those in the story.  The irony of the novel’s title, The Help, is not lost on me, even as I became lost in the story.  I went to bed grateful for the writing gift of Kathryn Stockett — and for having the good sense of finally putting pleasure before work.

3.  A Good Lap Dog: I slipped into bed before reaching for the comfort of that good book.  Yet, before I could crack open its covers,  my forty-six pound poodle boy was covering me from neck to foot.  I adore a good lap dog, which was the reason we brought a little Scottish Terrier into our lives last summer; but Max has proved to be more of a lap dog than Cosmo, in spite of his being too big for my lap.  But, who cares if his front legs cover my chest and his head rests on my tummy and his trunk and legs cover my trunk and legs.  Maybe last night I needed more than a good lap dog  because Max fit my need perfectly.

Soul care comes in all shapes and sizes.  Inevitably, I find mine buried right under my nose — or sliding down beside it.   Sometimes we can find it buried between two slices of bread, like this other good stuffing.

Pimento Cheese

Spread on bread, crackers, corn chips or celery sticks.

1 lb of grated Cheddar cheese (I sometimes use half Cheddar and half Monterey or Pepper Jack)
1 4 oz jar diced pimentos (do not drain)
1 Tbsp sugar
Dash of salt, white pepper and garlic powder
2 dashes of Tabasco
Mayonnaise to moisten (3/4 to 1 cup — I use Duke’s Mayonnaise)

Combine and mix all ingredients.  Keeps in the fridge for several days.

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