interlude

Ed gave me an iPod Nano at Christmas. Of course, he gave it to me early (he was heavily encouraged by my nephew this time), he can't seem to wait when he gives a gift - he has to give it right then. He was right; I would NEVER have guessed what this gift was. He loves any kind of electronic or computer related gadget, so I wondered if it was a gift he really wanted himself. However, I love this thing! Now I can play any song over and over and over and over again without totally making him crazy (OK - maybe this is why he got it for me)! I do have Mandarin podcasts - but that's another story.


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I have always liked books - especially illustrated children's books. I think it's because I grew up in a library. . . .
Wynken, Blynken, and Nod (Dutch Lullaby)
by Eugene Field (1850-1895)
The illustration in this book are wonderful: Wynken, Blynken, & Nod: A Poem (Hardcover)
by Eugene Field, Johanna Westerman (Illustrator)

Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night
Sailed off in a wooden shoe---
Sailed on a river of crystal light,
Into a sea of dew.
"Where are you going, and what do you wish?"
The old moon asked the three.
"We have come to fish for the herring fish
That live in this beautiful sea;
Nets of silver and gold have we!"
Said Wynken,
Blynken,
And Nod.

The old moon laughed and sang a song,
As they rocked in the wooden shoe,
And the wind that sped them all night long
Ruffled the waves of dew.
The little stars were the herring fish
That lived in that beautiful sea---
"Now cast your nets wherever you wish---
Never afeard are we";
So cried the stars to the fishermen three:
Wynken,
Blynken,
And Nod.

All night long their nets they threw
To the stars in the twinkling foam---
Then down from the skies came the wooden shoe,
Bringing the fishermen home;
'T was all so pretty a sail it seemed
As if it could not be,
And some folks thought 't was a dream they 'd dreamed
Of sailing that beautiful sea---
But I shall name you the fishermen three:
Wynken,
Blynken,
And Nod.

Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes,
And Nod is a little head,
And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies
Is a wee one's trundle-bed.
So shut your eyes while mother sings
Of wonderful sights that be,
And you shall see the beautiful things
As you rock in the misty sea,
Where the old shoe rocked the fishermen three:
Wynken,
Blynken,
And Nod.

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One of many favorite poems:
Mother to Son
by Langston Hughes

Well, son, I'll tell you:
Life for me ain't been no crystal stair.
It's had tacks in it,
And splinters,
And boards torn up,
And places with no carpet on the floor—
Bare.
But all the time
I'se been a-climbin' on,
And reachin' landin's,
And turnin' corners,
And sometimes goin' in the dark
Where there ain't been no light.
So, boy, don't you turn back.
Don't you set down on the steps.
'Cause you finds it's kinder hard.
Don't you fall now—
For I'se still goin', honey,
I'se still climbin',
And life for me ain't been no crystal stair.