"One ought, every day at least, to hear a little song, read a good poem, see a fine picture
and, if possible, speak a few reasonable words." ~Goethe

~ also, if possible, to dwell in "a house where all's accustomed, ceremonious." ~Yeats

Friday, May 1, 2020

Mayday Mayday

A BRIEF DELAY THIS WEEK
IN ORDER TO OBSERVE MAY DAY
WHERE ALL'S ACCUSTOMED, CEREMONIOUS

In times of international distress . . .


"Do not be dismayed by the brokenness of the world.
All things break, and all things can be mended.
Not with time, as they say, but with intention.
So go. Love intentionally, extravagantly, unconditionally.
The broken world waits in darkness for the light that is you."


~ L.R. Knost ~


Smack dab in the tentative middle of a pandemic, May Day falls this year on a Friday, not a Sunday. However, the sun is shining for the first time in three days, and the following lines from Yury Olesha's novel Envy seem perfect for the occasion:

". . . on a Sunday in May, on one of those Sunday's
of which no more than ten are enumerated
in the monuments of meteorological science,
on a Sunday, when the breeze was so nice and caressing
that one felt like tying a blue ribbon around it . . . "
(61)

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With it's focus on life and work in a Moscow sausage factory,
perhaps this poetic, satiric novel is even more fitting if you
are one to observe a traditional Soviet May Day.

See Envy (1927)
By Yuri Olesha (1899 - 1960)
Translated ~ T. S. Berczynski

Olesha's lovely description of a perfect day in May reminds me of that uplifting yet bittersweet song from the musical Oliver. In both the novel and the song, the day is oh so rare -- Olesha says "no more than ten" and Oliver says "it could not happen twice" -- and tied up with a ribbon, as a priceless gift or perhaps for safekeeping:
Who Will Buy?

Rose Seller & Strawberry Vendor & Milkmaid:
Who will buy my sweet red roses?
Two blooms for a penny.
Who will buy my sweet red roses?
Two blooms for a penny.

Will you buy any milk today, mistress?
Any milk today, mistress?

Who will buy my sweet red roses?

Any milk today, mistress?

Two blooms for a penny.

Ripe strawberries, ripe!
Ripe strawberries, ripe!

Ripe strawberries, ripe!

Any milk today, mistress?

Who will buy my sweet red roses?


Knife Grinder:
Knives, knives to grind!
Any knives to grind?
Knives, knives to grind!
Any knives to grind?
Who will buy?

Who will buy?
Who will buy?
Who will buy?


Oliver:
Who will buy this wonderful morning?
Such a sky you never did see
Who will tie it up with a ribbon?
And put it in a box for me

So I could see it at my leisure
Whenever things go wrong
And keep it as a treasure
To last my whole life long

Who will buy this wonderful feeling?
I'm so high I swear I could fly
Me oh my, I don't want to lose it
So what am I to do to keep this sky so blue?
There must be someone who will buy.


Oliver & Chorus
Who will buy this wonderful morning?
Such a sky you never did see!
Who will tie it up with a ribbon?
And put it in a box for me

There'll never be a day so sunny
It could not happen twice
Where is the man with all the money?
It's cheap at half the price

Who will buy this wonderful feeling?
I'm so high I swear I could fly
Me oh my, I don't want to lose it
So what am I to do to keep the sky so blue?
There must be someone who will buy


Lyrics & Music by Lionel Bart (1930 - 1999)
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And of course no May Day is complete
without memories of running up
to a kindly neighbor's front door . . .


. . . and leaving a surprise delivery
of freshly picked lilacs from the yard!


Previous May Day Posts
2010
2011
2012
2013
2014
2016
2017
2018
2019
2020

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Thursday, May 14th

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Tuesday, April 14, 2020

May "He" Rest In Peace

PERSONAL PRONOUNS
WHERE ALL'S ACCUSTOMED, CEREMONIOUS
www.hesheittheyi.com

As a public service, I'm devoting this fortnight's blog to typing up an excellent essay -- not otherwise locatable on the internet -- and passing it on to you. Many thanks to Professor Kathleen Stevens for describing the pronoun dilemma so sensibly. This essay somehow came into my hands during the few semesters that I taught at the Community College of Philadelphia (1995 - 1998), yet two decades later, the need for awareness remains just as pertinent.

"Burying the hypothetical 'he'
changes expectations for women
"
by Kathleen Stevens
Here is a passage in a recent Newsweek: "The more stimulation a baby receives, the better off he will bee . . . A toddler's vocabulary reflects how much her mother talked to her."

"Baby . . . he. Toddler . . . her." Twenty - five years ago, that gender alternation wouldn't have occurred. English grammar require masculine pronouns after every noun naming a hypothetical human being. every generic baby, toddler, teenager, adult or old person was "he" -- every astronaut, brain surgeon, carpenter, dentist, engineer, foreign correspondent, straight through the alphabet.

Then feminists objected. In a 1972 New York Times essay, feminist writers Casey Miller [1919 - 1927] and Kate Swift [1923 – 2011] called the practice "a semantic mechanism that operates to keep women invisible" [Words and Women, 178]. Opponents retorted indignantly that generic nouns referring to human beings had always included both sexes.

The argument was fierce, but feminists prevailed. Today, grammar books recommend strategies to avoild pairing generic nouns with "he" and "him." Writers employ such strategies and editors red - pencil manuscripts when they don't. The hypothetical "he" has almost vanished from contemporary print.

In most cases, the change has been easy. The most obvious option -- using "he or she" -- is too clumsy for careful writers. Sometimes they pluralize the generic noun. When "people" replaces "person," "he" becomes "they," and both sexes are included. Direct address offers a second option ("the student . . . you" in place of "the student . . . he"), involving the audience while eliminating the masculine pronoun.

When both writer and reader belong to the group discussed, the editorial "we" makes sense. In place of "man . . . he," a writer may choose "human beings . . . we." Occasionally writers simply avoid "he" after a noun by repeating the noun or using a synonym, And when the text calls for a series of examples, many choose the strategy used n the Newsweek article above -- alternating male and female examples.

Has this grammatical change improved English, or is it political correctness run amok? Clearly, the change is an improvement.

The old usage was confusing. Encountering male pronouns following a generic noun, the reader had to decide repeatedly whether "he" meant "he" or "he and she" -- an unnecessary obstacle in the decoding process. Then there's courtesy. Why consign half the human race to linguistic limbo when the language offers options?

Finally -- and most important -- the old usage was a fraud. Who could seriously believe that readers see women as well as men when a text pairs "the person" ("citizen," "mayor," "bus driver," etc.) with "he"? Ask a child to draw one of these hypothetical individuals. How many would create a female image? Words reflect reality. They also influence cultural expectations. For hundreds of years, every hypothetical person mentioned in print in English was "he." This grammatical pattern reflected social reality and encouraged certain gender - specific expectations.

The subconscious tilt toward maleness in the use of "he" sometimes surfaces in texts that purportedly include both genders. In a 1969 children's book on semantics and communication, author Stuart Chase* refers to human beings with many generic words: reader, person, child, baby, homo sapiens, individual. Each time, the noun is followed by "he." Also generic, right?

But when repeated references to "a typical 6-year old" grew clumsy, Chase christened the hypothetical child "Jerry" -- and the generic child became a boy. Chase called teachers "schoolmasters" and stated that language transmitted knowledge "from father to son." Arguing that patterns of language usage shape patters of thought, Chase had failed to notice the linguistically influenced male bias in his own thinking.**

Eliminating the hypothetical "he" didn't produce the female biologists, basketball players and investment bankers we see today. But it helped. Shannon Lucid's chances of becoming an astronaut improved when science texts began to speak of "scientists .. they" in place of "the scientist . . . he." And Madeleine Albright's confirmation [on January 23, 1997] as secretary of state surely came more easily to senators no longer accustomed to seeing every reference to a hypothetical government employee matched with "he."

The widespread use of the masculine pronoun with generic nouns has ended. May "he" rest in peace.
* Just a guess: Danger -- Men Talking!: A Background Book on Semantics and Communication, not that it's a children's book, but it was published in 1969 by Parents' Magazine Press.

** But at least Chase gave it a try. I've never gotten over Bruno Bettelheim's introduction to A Good Enough Parent (1988), in which he goes to great lenghts to justify why he is not even going to bother with inclusive pronouns, the other half -- or more! -- of the human race be damned! With a straight - face, he writes:
Throughout this book, I have referred to a parent as "he" or "him," unless an example clearly refers to a mother, although I had mostly mothers in mind when I was writing and assume that mostly women will read it. Moreover, since slightly more than half of all children are female, it will also be difficult to decide how to refer to them. I am convinced that while both parents contribute significantly to a child's being raised well (or not so well), it is the mother, particularly during the early years, who is apt to play the considerably more important role in the process. One way to handle this semantic awkwardness would be to refer to parents always as "she" and "her," while referring to children throughout as "he" or "him," in this way making it easy for the reader to know whether I am speaking about a parent or about a child. But I found it as difficult to think of all parents as female as it was to think of all children as male. Another solution would be to refer to parents and children as "he / she" unless I specifically had a male or a female in mind, but this is not at all in mind with my old - fashioned way of thinking or writing.

But my main reason for shunning these ways of writing was that in writing this book, I felt I was speaking to my readers the way I have been talking all these many years to mothers, to staff members of children's institutions, or to mixed audiences of professionals interested in child - rearing. In speaking to such groups I could never make myself say "she / he" or circumvent the problem by speaking only about "persons." These expressions did not permit the kind of direct personal contact I value, so I have found it wiser to stick to the old - fashioned generic "he," whether I am referring to female or male, child or adult. The generic seems more natural to me, at least so far as children are concerned, because I was raised and spent nearly half of my life in Vienna, where in line with German custom, all children were spoken of in the neuter gender. I wish this were possible also in English, not only for children but also for adults, to make it obvious that one is not just referring to one sex only. But since this isn't possible, I feel it best to use the traditional language, with which I am most comfortable.

How shameful -- or should I say shameless -- to admit that you prefer the old exclusive ways because they suit you! Of course they do if you are part of the included group. Bettelheim could have broken some ground outside of his comfort zone and helped advance the language and the position of women, but instead he actively chose to be part of the problem instead of part of the solution.

And don't forget that Bettelheim was writing sixteen (16!) years after the great strides taken by Miller and Swift:
"The stated goal of . . . mutual respect and equality between boys and girls . . . was being undermined by the English language. . . . it hit us like a bombshell . . . It was the pronouns! They were overwhelmingly masculine gendered.”

As they wrote in the preface of Words and Women: “ . . . everything we read, heard on the radio and television, or worked on professionally confirmed our new awareness that the way English is used to make the simplest points can either acknowledge women’s full humanity or relegate the female half of the species to secondary status.
In 1997, building on the foundation of Miller and Swift, Professor Stevens recommended eliminating the hypothetical, singular "he" by consistently using plural nouns along with the gender neutral plural pronoun "they." Contemporary options go further, allowing the more flexible use of plural pronouns with singular nouns -- a useful shortcut, though I still strive for pronoun agreement whenever possible. However, as my son Ben and friend Rebecca continue to enlighten me, inclusive pronouns are more important than the occasional plural / singular inconsistency. Best not to be "on the wrong side of history and "on the wrong side of English"! If only Bruno Bettelheim's editor had advised him in 1988:
"It takes time to adjust to new ways of speaking and thinking. Personally, I would much rather my friends and family mess up than give up entirely" (see Desmond Meagley).
Welcome, Singular “They”

In closing,
my quest in progress to connect with Professor Stevens:

December 17, 2019
Dear Moorestown Library,

RE: Finding Pleasure in Poetry with Kathleen Stevens

I realize that this event is past, but it is the only reference I could find online to Professor Kathleen Stevens, and I was hoping to contact her about one of her previous, admirable essays that I occasionally use for teaching purposes: "Burying the hypothetical 'he' changes expectations for women."

Do you have a professional address for her? Or could you kindly pass my email on to her so that she might possibly contact me concerning her work?

Thank you so much for your kind attention,

Kitti Carriker, Ph.D.

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Hello Dr. Carriker,

Professor Stevens retired a number of years ago, so there wouldn't be a professional address for her. However, she is one of our library patrons, so I can forward your email to her.

Sincerely,
Joanne Parra
Head of Reference and Adult Services

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Dear Joanne Parra,

I greatly appreciate your note and thank you so much for helping me get in touch with Professor Stevens.

Sincerely,

Kitti Carriker

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Tuesday, April 28th

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Saturday, March 28, 2020

Re - Ligio, Re - Connect

A TREE OF LIFE
WHERE ALL'S ACCUSTOMED, CEREMONIOUS
"Creation itself, the natural world, already believes the Gospel, and lives the pattern of death and resurrection, even if unknowingly. The natural world believes in necessary suffering as the very cycle of life: just observe the daily dying of the sun so all things on this planet can live, the total change of the seasons, the plants and trees along with it, the violent world of animal predators and prey....Only the human species absents itself from the agreed - on pattern and the general dance of life and death." (77)

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"For me, that is what makes something inherently religious: whatever reconnects (re - ligio) our parts to the Whole is an experience of God, whether we will call it that or not. . . . also reconnecting [our] outer journey to the "inland" or [our] interior world, which is much of the task of the second half of life." (xxxiv - xxxv)
from Falling Upward:
A Spirituality for the Two Halves of Life

by Richard Rohr, OFM
Author, Spiritual Writer, Franciscan Friar
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Ordinarily, I record current reading and favorite passages on my book blog; however, upon reading the first few pages of Falling Upward, I knew right away that I needed to share Rohr's intriguing definition of religion and his emphasis on connection here on my Fortnightly blog of connection and coincidence!

Looking at the etymology that Rohr gives of the word religious, I realized for the first time that the first two letters are a prefix -- re; and the root is ligio -- as in ligament or ligature, as in to bind.

Pastor and spiritual director Matt Mirabile
makes a similar connection on his blog, Medium:
"Ligament also shares its root with religion and as such binds muscle to bone. I always get a kick out of the whole 'spiritual but not religious' thing. While one can be religious without being spiritual one cannot really be spiritual without being religious. Spirituality hangs on religious discipline as muscles hang on bone. This comes as much from a modern misunderstanding of spirituality as a misunderstanding of religion. Of course, we Christians have created this misunderstanding. We have failed to convey what genuine spirituality looks like and therefore have misrepresented the value of religion. If we would see religion as that which vitally connects us to God through the power of the Holy Spirit, a deifying discipline, as blessed John Keble called it, then we would value it as the great treasure that it is, for we would be made more divine by it." [emphasis added]
I have puzzled long over the distinction that Mirabile makes here: spirituality requires religion, but religion does not require spirituality. Yet religion goes beyond mere rules and dress codes (that always exclude) creating a tie that binds and includes, making a crucial connection between humanity and divinity. My thoughts return once more to Rohr's insistence on inclusion:
"If your notion of heaven is based on exclusion of anybody else, then it is by definition not heaven. The more you exclude, the more hellish and lonely your existence always is" (101).
At the end of the day, everything meshes together into one connected (re - ligious!) conversation. Connect, only connect!

Backyard Sunset ~ March 24, 2020
First time for a week that we’ve seen the sun!

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Saturday, March 14, 2020

Pi Day

A PIECE OF PIE, SADLY DISCORDANT
WHEN WILL IT BE ACCUSTOMED, CEREMONIOUS?

Maybe one day that big blue part of the pie
will be used to confront the REAL enemies
such as bacteria and coronaviruses.

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A timely thought from Richard Rohr -- and just a bit
uncanny when you remember that he wrote these words in 2011:
. . . mature societies were meant to be led by elders, seniors, saints, and ‘the initiated.’ They alone are in a position to be true leaders in a society, or certainly in any spiritual organization. Without them 'the blind lead the blind,' . . . Those who are not true leaders or elders will just affirm people at their own immature level, and of course immature people will love them and elect them for being equally immature. You can fill in the names here with your own political disaster story. But just remember, there is a symbiosis between immature groups and immature leaders, I am afraid, which is why both Plato and Jefferson said democracy was not really the best form of government" (9).

from Falling Upward: A Spirituality for the Two Halves of Life
by Richard Rohr, OFM
Author, Spiritual Writer, Franciscan Friar

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March 14th is the day for both pie charts and pi charts.
Whether numerical or edible,
political, poetical, or pie in the sky,
we have pie of all kinds!

Lets start with a Pi Pie.

Pillsbury Pi Day Pie

A poem for Pi Day (3 / 14 / 20):
Pi (3.14)

No one gives pi much thought.
Even after it has been dutifully taught.
The numerical pi goes on forever,
Like the swish of a baseball,
Flying through outer space.

Three point one four,
For some it's a bore,
But NOT to me.
The transcendental number is the code,
To unlocking the perfect memory.

Math it involves,
Area and circumference of circles, it solves.
Pi never repeats itself,
Pi is smarter than that,
That is a fact.

Twenty-two over seven is the equivalent fraction.
But to me that fraction is a distraction.
I prefer the original,
The decimal version.
Three point one four.


Rachel Mac

And now for that other less abstract kind of pie:

1. Artfully described but lamentably executed is the fiasco of blueberry pie baking recounted by Bich Minh Nguyen in Stealing Buddha's Dinner:
I used to wish Rosa would make lattice-top pies and cool them on a windowsill, as I had seen in comic strips. I loved the construction of a pie, the swell of pastry cradling fruit. It was easy to bake a cake from a Duncan Hines mix, but no one in our household had ever attempted an actual pie. So it was bizarre to see Rosa hovering over the pot of blueberries, mixing in cornstarch and a stream of sugar . . . she scooped the whole mess into the pie shells . . .

Later, all four pies sat cooling on the kitchen counter. They were heavy and purpled around the edges, and a tough skin had formed over the tops. . . . I overturned a gloppy portion onto my paper plate and took a bite. . . . I could not get past two bites and neither could anyone else
. . . (216 - 17).

2. Poet Grace Paley (1922 - 2007) has better luck in her luscious pie poem:
The Poet's Occasional Alternative

I was going to write a poem
I made a pie instead it took
about the same amount of time . . .

everybody will like this pie
it will have apples and cranberries
dried apricots in it . . .

. . . I decided to
settle this morning for a re-
sponsive eatership I do not
want to wait a week a year a
generation for the right
consumer to come along

3. Paley may charm the reader into thinking that it's more gratifying to craft a pie than a poem, but contemporary poet and scholar Punya Mishra offers a clever rebuttal:
Poem or Pie:

I just read this poem
about a poet who chose to
bake a pie,
than write a poem!

It was weird, since in my hands
was a poem, not a slice of pie!

Was this the poem
That was not written?

. . . Because in my heart I knew
that poets will do anything . . .

To . . . make the reader smile . . .

But the truth is
I know it, and you do too,
that some days, a poem beats a pie . . .

4. And some nights the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie:

A Few Nights Ago:
The Full Worm Moon



Previous Pies
Kiss Pie & Safe Pie & Flag Pie
Peach & More
Mince & More
Pumpkin & More
Raspberry & Chocolate Pecan

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Saturday, March 28th

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Saturday, February 29, 2020

The Place I Needed to Go

LEAP DAY
ACCUSTOMED, CEREMONIOUS,
SPIRITUALLY SIGNIFICANT


from Expecting Adam
by Martha Beck
"I did, at long last, realize that it didn't really matter
what anyone else's opinion of my decision might be.
What mattered was that I had made a choice that felt as though,
in the end, it would bring me to the place I needed to go.
"
[emphasis added]

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Since the opportunities for celebrating Leap Day
are relatively rare and complicated, it would be
a shame to let the quadrennial chance pass by unobserved.
Thus, in the magical spirit of this expansive day of contemplation,
here is a selection of soul - searching, consciousness - expanding
mantras and connections. But first, a little joke:

Source: me.me

Thanks to my teleki - nieces and teleki - nephews
for all the good vibes & Empowering Tchotchkes!

Kinetic Carlie:

Chantel:

Corbin:
“If you want to be a good Hero, you
have to learn how to be a good Human."


Hans & Jerrod:

Jessi:

Aaron: On Patriotism & Feminism

More Autumn Fun

Dan:

Sara:

Anna:
No matter how serious the issues,
the nieces & nephews
never lose their sense of humor!

Amanda, Brittany & Kiyah:

Previous Leap Year Posts
Fortnightly: 2012 & 2016
Quotidian: 2016
And John Mulaney on SNL

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Saturday, March 14th

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Friday, February 14, 2020

Dreaming of Snow

THE ARRIVAL OF SNOW:
ACCUSTOMED, CEREMONIOUS
My Aunt Sue shared the drawing because it reminded her of my house, so I searched through my various snow / Christmas photos, trying to find a close match. I settled on the one below, because of the pine boughs hanging on the porch railings and the neutral tones of the background sky (once before on a Fortnightly post).
December 22, 2009
On this cloudy day . . . Snow added its cubits to the stature of the roof, the trees, the picnic tables spread as if with that hidden fabric called 'the silence cloth' by housewives who keep it under the finer damask one, to absorb the clatter of dishes and silver. Snow softened the bare limbs of the bushes.

Under its roof of ice, the river sent up bubbles: the telegraphed laments of the fish.

A single twig was now a thing of great beauty: a wand, a power, a glory. A sign.


~ from Things Invisible to See, 94
~ by Nancy Willard (1936 - 2017)
A couple of weeks ago (February 1), I heard an intriguing anecdote about someone who begins every New Year by rereading the novel Things Invisible to See. The title was new to me, but not the author: that name rang a bell, so I took a look through my files and anthologies. There it was, a beautiful, dreamy snow poem. Interestingly, the image of snow as tablecloth (emphasis added) appears in both the novel and the poem:
The Snow Arrives After Long Silence

The snow arrives after long silence
from its high home where nothing leaves
tracks or stains or keeps time.
The sky it fell from, pale as oatmeal,
bears up like sheep before shearing.

The cat at my window watches
amazed. So many feathers and no bird!
All day the snow sets its table
with clean linen
, putting its house
in order. The hungry deer walk

on the risen loaves of snow.
You can follow the broken hearts
their hooves punch in its crust.
Night after night the big plows rumble
and bale it like dirty laundry

and haul it to the Hudson.
Now I scan the sky for snow,
and the cool cheek it offers me,
and its body, thinned into petals,
and the still caves where it sleeps.


by Nancy Willard
When I googled "The Snow Arrives After Long Silence" to see what I could learn about this poem, I was rewarded with the perfect wintry coincidence. I discovered a snowy reverie by novelist Alison McGhee, who mentions Willard's poem on her
poetry blog
. McGhee is the author of one of my favorite novels, Shadow Baby, about twin girls, Clara and Daphne Winter, born in an Upstate New York blizzard.

Two great novels for a snowy winter weekend:
Shadow Baby & Things Invisible to See

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Another Favorite Card
This one is from my friend Steven,
"because it sort of resembles your house!"


Dreams of a White Christmas
brought to you by:

Charles Dickens (1812 - 1870): "During Charles Dickens’ childhood there was an unusually high number of white Christmas[es]. 6 out of 9 of his childhood Christmases were white." When he grew up and became a writer, these snowy Christmases were the ones that he described and recorded for posterity.

Irving Berlin (1888 - 1989): "No one dreamed of a ‘White Christmas’ before this song."

Dylan Thomas (1914 - 1953): "One Christmas was so much like the other, in those years around the sea-town corner now, out of all sound except the distant speaking of the voices I sometimes hear a moment before sleep, that I can never remember whether it snowed for six days and six nights when I was twelve, or whether it snowed for twelve days and twelve nights when I was six." ~ from A Child's Christmas in Wales

Numerous 19th & 20th C lyricists and composers, many of whom include visions of snow in their depictions of the first Christmas, an old - fashioned Christmas, or an ideal Christmas.

Children Skating by Percy Tarrant (1855 - 1934)
~ father of the artist Margaret Tarrant (1888 - 1959) ~
See also: "An Eternal February Day"

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Saturday, February 29th ~ LEAP DAY!

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