By Lynn, on November 9th, 2007%
By now you know me and thrift stores. Yes ma’am.
Coincidentally, one of the glorious things about my job is that right next to the store I work in is – you guessed it — a thrift store! ~:-D So you know I walk through there for a hot second every day to see what’s on the shelves.
Yesterday I was thrilled to find a history book, and I mean exactly what I have been thinking I needed to have for our interest in a classical education these days. It was publised in 1935, so those who labored to put this massive book together could not know of the impending World War. It is bittersweet to hold the book and think of just that fact.
It’s The Illustrated World History — A Record of World Events from Earliest Historical Times to the Present Day. Edited by Sir John Hammerton and Dr. Harry Elmer Barnes. Illustrated with Nearly One Thousand Historical Documents and Scores of Specially Drawn Maps. New York, WM. H. Wise & Co. MCMXXXV

This book is an awesome resource for history up to the time the book was published. It begins with ancient history in the Nile and Euphrates river basins, Egypt and Mesopotamia. The book has 1144 pages and beautiful black and white picture illustrations.

I don’t know what it is about history books, but I can hardly resist the old ones. It gives me a cold chill to hold history in my hand — just a book — and know that kingdoms, common men and women, martyrs, soldiers, impassioned lovers, plagues, famines, and the joys of everday living are wrapped up neatly in sentences for future generations, who will do the same things. One day you and I will be wrapped up neatly in the pages of a book, just tiny, probably nameless parts of a larger fabric that makes up a chapter for others to read. They’ll read not about us, but about the great events of our time.
I was reading on the last page of the text of the book:
Imperialism is curbed by the shortage of capital for export, the collapse of foreign credit, and the exhaustion of virgin areas for investment and the export of capital.
Little did they know. And there’s more. Would the authors reconsider this statement?:
Our technology for production has far outrun the mass purchasing power of man necessary to utilize the increased volume of products.
Our consumption of “products” has only grown. The need for homes to have computers and extra televisions and cars; and, elementary school-aged children carrying around cell phones and pocket-sized video games would stun the authors!
Finally:
World war, using the deadly methods of destruction now available, may drag all civilization down once more to the level of barbarism.
Perhaps they did see that the stage was set for World War II. I won’t even go into the benefits that came from World War II, nor will I ponder here about the state of the world today.
Anyway, one of the things I am most excited about is that each chapter begins with a table of dates for that chapter.

I say again, it’s just what I was looking for.
I know I have made this entry picture-rich. Please bear with me. One more picture. Look at the inside cover. I love it!

It says:
I know as well as you that history is only a succession of images. That is why I love it; that is why it suits men. It is the romance of the universe. If it is not entirely true, it contains truths your statistics will never contain. Old history is an art; she paints man and the passions of man, the most faithful images that man has traced of himself. It is a portrait… Anatole France.
There’s more to come about making your own timeline notebook. When you see our timeline notebook and hear of our studies, you’ll see why I so love this book.

By Lynn, on November 8th, 2007%
How has this story escaped me all these years?! I wrote to you a couple of days ago about finding a few new treasures at the thrift store. Among them was a book called The Quiet Little Woman: Tilly’s Christmas, Rosa’s Tale : Three Enchanting Christmas Stories

Little Women by Louisa May Alcott is one of my all-time favorite books, so I couldn’t wait to read the Christmas stories contained within this new addition to my home library. I sat down yesterday with a cup of hot tea and read The Quiet Little Woman .
“I am grateful, but, oh, I’m so lonely, and it’s so hard not to have any mother like the other children.”
Little Patty laments her situation and wants only love. The story of Patty’s winning over a family with her faithfulness, quiet endurance and meek spirit made me cry!
We will definitely be reading this together as a family — even my older boys. With this story, Louisa May Alcott makes one want to be kind and do good. It doesn’t hurt for even teenaged boys to be touched like this from time to time! ~:-D

By Lynn, on November 7th, 2007%
I saw this little shelf in a local antique store and I had to get it. I did not care for the hunter green, but, hey, I’ve got spray paint!

The shelf is a bit warped, but it just adds to its character, I think. I could see it in white with a few knick-knacks, giving me some more storage space, something I always need!
I painted it today. It may need another quick coat, but it is in place for now in my bathroom.

It houses a bunch of candles for burning. I keep one going in that bathroom at all times. I have room for a wicker basket of make-up things, there’s a little glass trinket box for hair pins, and in the corner is an extra bar of soap for the shower. I love it!

By Lynn, on November 7th, 2007%
By Lynn, on November 6th, 2007%
Not the movie, no, the real stuff. We are supposed to have below-freezing temps tonight, so I picked all the green tomatoes and brought them in and fried them. You can see them sitting on paper towels to soak up any excess oil. They look so oily in the picture, but they weren’t, I promise. They were so yummy! They are sort of tart-sweet on the inside, like green tomatoes would be, but the cornmeal coating on the outside is salty and it’s just a really good combination.
I also made deviled eggs this afternoon. My children LOVE those. In fact, my daughter tested them twice before supper, she said to make sure they’re safe for the rest of you to eat. Uh huh.

I went out book shopping today at the thrift stores. I found some keepers. You can see my treasures, and I have been lazily reading and enjoying the play Driving Miss Daisy which is in the literature book I found. That play is awesome. I have never seen the movie, but now I know what all the hooha was about. What a touching story.
Anyway, the literature book has got a lot of good stuff I’ll want to be doing with Joe for school the rest of this week.

There’s a book about Beatrix Potter, and a story by Louisa May Alcott that is lesser known than her other work, and W.O.W. is a book of quotes by writers about writing by Jon Winokur. The others are treasures too.

By Lynn, on November 6th, 2007%
What are we if we don’t have dreams?
One of my dreams is my mosaic art: to have a lively mosaic business in the midst of my perennial garden. I want a little rustic workshop to house my workbench and tools. It needs to have a wood stove in it to keep me warm in winter, and of course for effect! I want to make special mosaic works-of-art for special people. Walking daily through my garden, with the butterflies and birds, surrounded by sun and bloom, imagining the next project is my dream.
If I can dream it, I can do it.
I have a stack of broken and chipped dishes to cut up this morning. It is ironically beautiful to me that something broken represents something whole. That something thrown away is waiting to be turned into something that someone wants to buy. I think that very aspect of mosaic art is one of the things that so much appeals to me.

After careful cutting and breaking, I have jars of tesserae just waiting to be placed on a base.

My one concern these days is that I don’t become overwhelmed with all that I am doing. With more than one interest brewing — more than one pot to stir — it is easy to give each one only a little attention and end up with mediocrity.
Mediocrity is not what I want.
Chasing after one’s dreams seems on the surface to be without schedule, without bounds, without thought. To the contrary, I believe dreams coming to fruition is the result of faithful, careful tending. Like navigating a ship across the sea: steering, watching, setting a course, staying out of shallow waters, avoiding all that would sink you. In other words, scheduling, respecting boundaries, and constantly thinking.
Here’s to dreams…

By Lynn, on November 5th, 2007%
and I have to post it tonight. I have been told that YES I can go to a 4-day work week. The only drawback is that I have to wait until the first week in December, but that’s okay. I can hold out until then.
I am enjoying having my felt desk set up again. My little daughter is making some felt pieces as well. I think she’s an artist!
It’s off to bed for me now. Just wanted to share my good news. I also have to put some updated pictures on the felt pages tomorrow. The little felt kids have some new clothes.

By Lynn, on November 5th, 2007%
I had taken them down for awhile, but I have put my felt pages back up. We’ll see how this goes for me. I have requested at work to go from a 5-day to a 4-day week. I really need more time at home. I hope this will work out for me.
Anyway, the felt pages advertise the felt sets that I make. It’s fun to have something to work on inside when the weather is cold outside.

My desk is a cozy little spot. In the window you can see the bowl full of bread crumbs and seeds (brought home from the bread slicer at work) to feed the birds. I love to watch the birds while I work. I love to see the sun come fully up as I sit here in the morning with my coffee.

I have started on some starter sets. I want to make up more go-along sets for “rowers” as well.

By Lynn, on November 4th, 2007%
My life is full of wonderful things. My dear husband got up early this morning and put on a ham and a crockpot full of pinto beans. How wonderfully and accidentally our thinking came together. Something — I don’t know what — made me bring home a bag of cornbread muffins from work last night.
So I am having beans over cornbread before I go to work today.

Yum.
I kept hearing the children laughing in the den. I went around to see what was going on. Hubby was playing rummy with them. I came back and got the camera and snapped a picture.

I am glad he does things like this with the children, especially since I have to work. They are crazy about their daddy. I guess I am too. ~:-D
I don’t really want to work tonight. Who does? And on a Sunday. But I am doing what I have to right now, and I have to consider all the benefits that come from my job right now, food being close to the top of the list. ~:-D
Have a glorious Sunday,

By Lynn, on November 3rd, 2007%
Yes, it is the night to set your clocks back before you go to bed, as daylight saving time ends and we return to standard time.

So I can go to bed at midnight tonight and it’ll only be 11 p.m. ~:-D Maybe that means all the carbs I just ate don’t count somehow?

PS – beautiful chippendale clock courtesy of Clipart ETC.
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About Lynn 
Approaching-50 mother of four. Thrifter. Content with lots of clothes bought for very little money. Loves retro. (That could be styles from the 40s and 50s. And sometimes stuff even older than that. And sometimes stuff from all time, all mixed up together!) Bluffs about decluttering but secretly loves STUFF. Goes through stages. Has standing and staring spells before rearranging the entire home. Just because. Tune in each day to see what new outfit comes home from G.W. Boutique next. (That's Goodwill, by the way.) Oh, and she owns a spoiled beagle named Annie. And this blog.
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The Players
Lil Ol' Me
Son Daniel, 23
Son, Big Joe, 21
Son, John, 17
Daughter, Michaela, 13
Annie Fatso Beagle
My Symphony
To live content with small means; to seek elegance rather than luxury, and refinement rather than fashion; to be worthy, not respectable, and wealthy, not rich; to study hard, think quietly, talk gently, act frankly; to listen to stars and birds, to babes and sages, with open heart; to bear all cheerfully, do all bravely, await occasions, hurry never. In a word, to let the spiritual, unbidden and unconscious, grow up through the common. This is to be my symphony.
William Henry Channing
1810-1884
What You Do Sow a thought, reap an action.
Sow an action, reap a habit.
Sow a habit, reap a character.
Sow a character, reap a destiny.
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