31 Days in Europe: A Revisit to France

In the summer of 2010 we went to France. Before we went, I blogged about all the books I read to prepare me for being in France. Check back in my archives — I was scared of being treated like an ugly American. I was wrong and I loved every minute of our trip. I think it’s worth a revisit to last year’s post for this series!

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31 Days in Europe: Canterbury Cathedral

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31 Days in Europe: Bodiam Castle

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Now considered a “picturesque ruin,” Bodiam Castle was built in 1385 and was designed both as a family home and as one of England’s defensive structures to protect what is now East Sussex from invasion by France.

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Bodiam’s exterior walls are almost all intact, while the interior remains give the visitor a vision of what life at Bodiam was like for its Medieval and Renaissance inhabitants.

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Bodiam’s original wooden portcullis — the spiked gate in the doorway — is an extremely rare example. It was attached with ropes, chains, and pulleys, and could be quickly lowered when the castle was threatened.

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Now owned and protected by the National Trust, Bodiam can be toured by visitors and is a popular field trip site for school children. Spiral stone staircases lead to battlements and open viewing platforms at the top. Bodiam is a child’s delight with its freedom from guards and fences.

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If you find yourself in southeastern England, don’t miss Bodiam Castle. Its long history and untold stories will weave a spell for you and you’ll remember its beauty long after you leave.

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31 Days in Europe: Rudyard Kipling’s Batemans

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A controversial British imperialist and patriot even in his own time, Rudyard Kipling nevertheless remains a respected author and poet. In 1907, at age 42, he was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature, making him the first English-language writer to receive the prize, and he is still its youngest recipient. Kipling’s home in Burwash, East Sussex, is proof positive of his popularity and fame. Rudyard Kipling and his family moved to East Sussex, England, in 1897, and in 1902, purchased a 1634 manor house with extensive surrounding lands.

The view from the "backyard."

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It was here that Kipling lived during the height of his popularity and fame. As an American visitor who sadly really only knows Kipling through Disney’s version of The Jungle Book, I have been influenced by the charges of racism and condescension leveled at Kipling. I was surprised by the amount of fame and fortune that Kipling received during his time at Batemans.

We thoroughly enjoyed our visit to Batemans, and thankfully, like many English stately homes and castles, it has become a shrine to the memory of its last owner. After the death of Kipling’s wife in 1939, his house was given to the National Trust and is now a public museum dedicated to the author. Elsie, his only child who lived to maturity, died childless in 1976, and bequeathed her Kipling copyrights to the National Trust.

We visited Batemans with English friends, and upon our return home, received a copy of a movie about the Kiplings as a gift from our friends. My Boy Jack, a BBC movie about Kipling’s only son who was killed in WWI, starring Daniel Radcliffe in the middle of his Harry Potter run (he had bodyguards on the Jack set), is a poignant look at Kipling’s patriotism and his subsequent behavior when he experienced personally the consequences of war.

Several scenes from the movie were filmed at Batemans, and it was fun to see rooms we remembered and photographed when we toured the estate.

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One of the most touching scenes in the movie occurs in the Kipling bedroom, when he and his wife Carrie (Sex and the City‘s Kim Cattrall in a quietly moving performance) realize that they must regroup and move on. The guide in this room told us that the bed hangings and spread were meticulously copied and remade exactly like the original embroidered linens. This bed was very recognizable in the movie.

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If you are ever in East Sussex, do plan to visit Batemans. Our visit was kind of spur-of-the-moment, as we had pretty much run out of castles to visit at that point in our vacation. Easily overlooked and skipped in a frantic tour of the wonders of southeast England, Batemans is a very personal look at a literary legend, and I’m glad we got the opportunity to visit.

Kipling wrote a poem when his son went missing in France during the Battle of Loos, which has become a classic along with the rest of his work. Entitled “My Boy Jack” it asks the question that every parent fears.

Have you news of my boy Jack?’

Not this tide.
‘When d’you think that he’ll come back?’
Not with this wind blowing, and this tide.

‘Has any one else had word of him?’
Not this tide.
For what is sunk will hardly swim,
Not with this wind blowing, and this tide.

‘Oh, dear, what comfort can I find?’
None this tide,
Nor any tide,
Except he did not shame his kind–
Not even with that wind blowing, and that tide.

Then hold your head up all the more,
This tide,
And every tide;
Because he was the son you bore,
And gave to that wind blowing and that tide!

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31 Days in Europe: We Begin

It’s an addiction to write posts for Got My Reservations. I sit down at my computer and two hours have passed by while I have written and researched a blog entry. So — I have no idea why I’m signing up for this blog carnival and committing to writing a blog post every day in October. “I really don’t have time for this,” she says with a dramatic sigh.

The idea seems intriguing, though. I’ve been searching for a way to share my vacation photos with you without boring you to death with my home movies, so I decided to armchair-travel with you to some of my favorite spots in England, France, and Austria.

After you are finished ogling my pictures of amazing bucket-list destinations, please go on over to The Inspired Room and visit the other 31 Day-ers. There is an amazing number of creative people participating in this challenge; you’re sure to meet a new friend among them.

See you tomorrow!

Book Club: True Stories

I love memoirs and personal tales of motivation, achievement, and best of all, obsession. I also really love historical fiction, especially that which is so well researched that it’s hard to tell what is fact and what is fiction. That’s why my two most recent books really hooked me and why I think you should definitely read at least one of them.

E.L. Doctorow garnered a lot of attention following the publication of his 2005 novel, The March, which was awarded the National Book Critics Circle award for fiction and the PEN/Faulkner award. The March was also a finalist for the Pulitzer Prize and nominated for the National Book Award. I read it; it was a cultural tour de force that gives new insights into the plight of the American South during General Sherman’s march to the sea. If you’ve been reading for a while, you probably already read Ragtime (1975), which has been consistently included on the lists of the 100 best English language books ever written. And, if you are one of my Ohio relatives, you will know that it is most likely Doctorow’s four years at Kenyon College that is bringing him all of his success :).

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When our book club chose Homer and Langley (2009) for inclusion in our year’s reading, I thought it sounded interesting. The idea that the novel is based on the true story of the Collyer brothers of New York, men who were recluses and hoarders, seemed kind of interesting and ticked all my reading boxes. I figured that in Doctorow’s hands, a story of obsession could be worth reading. Boy, was that the understatement of the year! I devoured this delectable little morsel of New York lore as quickly as possible, given that I was listening to it in the car during my commute to work. After researching the Collyer brothers and reading some reviews, I found that Doctorow turned the somewhat sad story of the eccentricities of these men into a fantasia of historical allusion — kind of a Forrest Gump story that also puts the Collyer brothers in the path of American history. Unlike Forrest, however, America came to the Collyers rather than the Collyers going after it as Forrest did.

I don’t recommend that you learn the true details of the Collyers’ lives first; let Doctorow weave his spell around you before you go to Mr. Internet. I do recommend that you try listening to it as I did. Arthur Morey’s voicing of the two brothers’ story is spell-binding. I can’t imagine hearing them speak any other way. It’s probably at your library in CD version or you could do the free trial of Audible from Amazon.com (let me know how that works out).

And then there’s my other book for this week. Are you a closeted Laura Ingalls Wilder fan? Do you still have your box set of the Little House books that you are saving for your daughter? If so, you will absolutely adore The Wilder Life: My Adventures in the Lost World of Little House on the Prairie (2011) by Wendy McClure.

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Although it’s probably difficult for anyone to believe, I did not grow up reading the Little House books, nor did I get interested in them when I began to read children’s book as a teacher. I did watch the television show occasionally, but all that earnestness wasn’t really my cup of tea.

That’s why it’s really hard for me to figure why I absolutely loved McClure’s book about tracing the path of Laura Ingalls and her family through their real homesteads. I just had this awesome connection with someone who could be so obsessed with pioneer living that she bought a churn on eBay and actually made butter in her Chicago apartment. How cool is that? Possibly running a close second to my obsessive visits to Tudor castles in England, but that’s surely not the same.

And then I actually went to Wendy’s website and found that she lives in our old neighborhood in Chicago and just got married to Chris. It must be serendipity and I’m going to have to figure out how to be her new best friend. Or not. Maybe that would look too much like stalking her.

If you loved Laura Ingalls and her family, you should definitely read The Wilder Life. If you don’t even know what I’m talking about, forget it and stick with Doctorow. Both are good reads and I recommend them both.

P.S. Just so you know,  I want to write this same book about following the path of Louisa May Alcott, which is my dirty little secret. I’ve read everything Louisa — we’re on first name basis — ever wrote, have of course communed with her ghost in Concord, and have stood in the street outside of her Louisburg Square house in Boston, just drinking in the literary air.

P.P.S. Wendy, if you’re reading this because you have a pinger on your web site, don’t steal my idea for the Louisa May Alcott book. It’s mine, even though you did a really good job hooking me into The Wilder Life. Message me, okay? Or comment — either would be good.

Saturday Linky Love

Every now and again I go through a period of intense need to create, and blog posts just flow out of me. Of course, the converse is sometimes true and I can’t work up the desire to even log on to Got My Reservations. I guess it’s a good thing I’m not trying to write a book right now!

I do have a book in my head, though, and it’s based around one of my favorite historical characters, Anne Boleyn.

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After visiting her childhood home this summer, I got an idea for a DaVinci Code style mystery. Maybe when I retire…

Anyway, the last month has been a dry spell, but at least I have a reason. It’s been one of those hanging-by-my-fingernails starts to the school year. We have a new curriculum and most of its resources must be accessed online. I spend hours looking through menus trying to find the book I need and then have to page through PDF files because the page in the index isn’t exactly the same page as it is in the PDF list. Don’t you think that the publisher would understand and try to fix at least that little annoyance? And there are so many others, but that’s not why I’m writing at 6:46 am this morning.

While reading the painful account of my niece’s road to foreclosure, my heart was breaking. In the spirit of sharing her joys and tribulations to help others as she does, I have linked her story up here. Perhaps there is someone in your life who needs some support from a friend.

Are you a comment reader? Sometimes the comments are as fascinating as the blogger’s stories, so this week I skimmed down Jessie’s comment list. At the bottom, I found the blog where she links up her Saturday Linky Love and decided to check it out. I want to reach out there in cyberspace and hug Staci from Simply Staci for saying what I haven’t had time to write this year, much less say to the parents of my students. If husband wasn’t still sleeping, I would have laughed out loud at Staci’s comment about middle school dances.

I hope that your life isn’t in a dry spell and that you are enjoying your weekend. I’m determined to get those 50 baseline proficiency essays graded so that I can re-emerge into cyberspace sometime soon, not to mention have a weekend life. See you soon!

Mom’s Blankie and Me

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Do you remember Linus, Lucy’s little brother in the Charlie Brown comics? His preoccupation with his blanket has achieved icon status and he even has his own song in the musical, You’re A Good Man, Charlie Brown.

Those of us who have raised children have probably asked ourselves if our five-year-olds will take their security blankets to kindergarten with them. The ratty, smelly scrap that’s left of the beautiful quilt lovingly bestowed upon our little darling at birth has become an embarrassment.

Security blankets clearly hold emotional attachments for many children. Psychologists say that such emotional attachment is “essentialism” — a state where the object such as the blanket holds a value beyond its physical existence. For a child, the security blanket wards off scary things and protects its owner from harm. That’s why children don’t want to replace their ratty blanket; the new one does not carry the same values as the original, even if it looks exactly like the old one.

Back in 2006, my mom was in the hospital and a nursing home for six months after emergency abdominal surgery that practically killed her. When I saw how sterile her hospital room was, I ran out to buy her the softest, most tactile blanket throw I could find. She used it for the last five years during her lengthy decline when she was in and out of hospitals and nursing homes every few months. For me, it became a talisman — a security blanket that kept me hoping she would eventually recover and literally throw aside her bodily chains. As long as Mom was using that blanket, it meant there was hope.

Mom passed away in June and truly loosed her earthly bonds. When we divided up her possessions, I grabbed that soft blanket and brought it back home with me. It’s been sitting around in a box all summer and I decided that I had better wash it. I forgot that losing the dust of summer also meant losing the smell of my mother. The blankie came out of the wash smelling like my laundry detergent, and yet one more piece of my beloved mother is gone forever.

Sometimes my “new normal” just feels bad . I miss you, Mommy.

Food Cult: Anthony Bourdain Experiences elBulli

Anthony Bourdain is said to be an arrogant, snarky, self-promoting, witty New York restauranteur and chef with a sexy voice. He eats bugs and guts and is politically incorrect. He seems to enjoy that his continual swearing has to be bleeped out on his television travelogue/food show. Sometimes I love his show and sometimes I am grossed out and even offended by it, but mostly I think this guy is the most interesting host on television.

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If you are already an Anthony Bourdain fan, you probably watched Tony’s visit to the legendary elBulli. If you are not already a disciple and you love food and travel, set your DVR  to let Anthony Bourdain: No Reservations into your life. The complete El Bulli episode airs again on the Travel Channel on Monday, September 5 (Labor Day in the U.S.), at 3:00pm Eastern, as part of a No Reservations marathon that starts at 11 E/P. Even if you are able to watch it live, I still recommend that you record it so that you can watch it again. It is truly a special show and one that blew away all (well, most) of my Bourdain prejudices.

Bourdain’s visit to the amazing elBulli was one of the best documentaries I have ever seen, probably because even though he’s got some cooking chops of his own, Bourdain was clearly in awe of founder and head chef, Ferran Adria. Tony blogged about his visit to what foodies considered to be the most innovative restaurant in the world, and his childlike wonderment about being in the presence of a personal idol practically jumps off the screen when you watch the episode.

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Ferran Adria closed the doors of El Bulli to restaurant-goers on July 30, but will continue to run a renovated state of the art compound as a think-tank for chefs who are ready to push the boundaries of food preparation. After having seen this episode, I’m heartbroken that I never got a chance to eat at elBulli. I will have to settle for reading the book my son got me for Christmas and maybe even trying a recipe or two.

Bourdain’s No Reservations has finished its season of first-runs, but he continues in reruns at several times on the Travel Channel. There will be more Tony to love starting on November 21, when his new series, The Layover, begins.

P.S. If Anthony Bourdain’s rough-rider style isn’t your cup of tea, Travel Channel also features Samantha Brown, who’s kind of a cross between Rachael Ray and Bourdain. She visits lots of interesting locations, but I doubt if you will find her drinking tequila with the guys in the desert or eating fried bugs in Asia.

Book Club: The Secret Supper

As I get ready to talk to my eighth graders tomorrow about how to choose an independent reading book, it struck me that perhaps I am not a good role model in this respect. I will read anything and I almost always read every book all the way through. I am a book omnivore.

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I devour historical fiction about people and places that I have probably already met in hundreds of similar books. I’m always looking for the next best book about my favorite kings and queens.  It doesn’t matter if it’s a good book; I just love the subjects. For example, today I checked out Before VersaillesThe Reluctant Queen, and Becoming Marie Antoinette.

I love trashy chick lit, especially when it is set in New York City or in London. The pinker the book cover, the better. I live vicariously through the plucky heroines of these books, since my generation was just starting to enjoy the professional and personal freedoms that young women take for granted today. I do wonder why I rarely encounter chick lit set in Chicago. Maybe that’s a hole in the market I should fill. Or are we just too wholesome in the Midwest to make a good trashy novel?

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(Mr. Internet always knows the answers to my questions; a quick search on Amazon brought me to an author that I don’t think I know — Jen Lancaster. It looks like I might like her books, based on their titles, and it appears that I will recognize the settings.)

I love novels with food and chefs in them. Even when the protagonists are weakly developed and the plots are unbelievable, it’s still fun to read about people who love to cook and people who love to eat, not to mention when the author throws in details about table settings. You already know how I feel about dishes!

I especially love books that take a famous art work and create a fictionalized story around it. One of my all time favorites is Luncheon of the Boating Party, based on Renoir’s painting of the same name. Susan Vreeland wove a fascinating story about the creation of this painting and how Renoir used his friends and relatives as models for the scene.

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That’s why I was so very disappointed when I tried to read The Secret Supper by Javier Sierra. My reaction was similar to some of the reviewers — I couldn’t relate sympathetically to the main character, a Papal Inquisitor in 1497 who is sent to Milan to ferret out a heretic. That Leonardo Da Vinci is painting secret messages into The Last Supper doesn’t come as much of a surprise.

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Apparently the final reveal of the message comes at the very end of the book, but I didn’t get that far. This tale of politics and dissent in the Catholic church didn’t really interest me and —insert gasps of surprise here — I couldn’t finish it. I took it back to the library, but don’t let that stop you. There are lots of reviewers on Amazon who loved The Secret Supper.

Tomorrow I’m going to tell my students my own story. I’m going to tell them to try a book for about fifty pages. If they hate it, they should stop reading and return it to the library. There is likely to be someone else who will love it, since our school librarian only buys highly regarded or wildly popular young adult literature. And then — and here’s the kicker — I’m going to ask them to write about why they didn’t like the book. That’s the part that would usually separate me as the teacher from me as the reader, but here I am writing about books I liked and about books I didn’t.  Perhaps I’m an okay role model after all.

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