"The time has come," the Walrus said,
"To talk of many things:
Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--
Of cabbages--and kings--
And why the sea is boiling hot--
And whether pigs have wings."
The Walrus and the Carpenter survey their oysters (whom they eventually eat). I love the rhythm of the lines, and now I can't stop saying them over and over. The whole poem can be found online here.
So now on to other things. I have a few photos to share with you, a few thoughts, and a list of books that I am about to read, on which the jury is still out.
View from my grandmother's porch.
A drawing of my grand-mother's sugar bowl that for some reason I have deemed important enough to go up on these internets. I realize that the top of the jar is totally out of perspective.
What I wake up to every morning...
Driving over the Kennebeck River on the way to Augusta near the end of school.
I love the summer in Maine, as most of you know from the way I won't shut up about it. My whole family was here this weekend because all of them, on both my mom and dad's sides, live within about 30 yards from each other on a hill overlooking Rockport harbor. I'm blessed because I a) genuinely like both sides of my family and b) have such a wonderful time when everyone is collected under the same roof for our big family dinners. Food is a religion for us, and we all worship quite well.
Speaking of family, I just re-read my mother's (Deborah Weisgall, above) memoir, A Joyful Noise. I know that I am biased because I am her daughter, but I just think it's a fabulous book. It's heart-breaking, which is strange for me because I'm reading about my mother which makes it even more painful. It is also beautiful though, and has what I like to consider a redemptive ending (probably because I am part of that ending). She writes about growing up in a family of Jewish Cantors (the men who sing the service in synagogue) and how it was a male-dominated religion and family in which she struggled to have a voice. Yet this book proves that she found hers...I adore my mother and reading her thoughtful prose makes me so proud of her, because even coming from a difficult up-bringing, she managed to become one of the most passionate and kind people I know. She's so open to the world, so excited about everything, and able to fight for herself and those she loves while at the same time being very sensitive. I feel the need to protect her sometimes. Basically, I'm a lucky girl...(I seem to say that a lot in this blog). I am also blessed that she wrote everything about the Jewish traditions down, because I don't feel particularly connected to the faith, and through her book I can remember how important the music and services really are, and how they're not just a religion but an integral part of my family history. She dedicated the book in memory of her father and to me, "for my daughter Charlotte, to remember." It is my pleasure and duty to do so. You can buy the book here, or go to her website: www.deborahweisgall.com, to read about her and her newest book, The World Before Her, which is also beautifully written and a novel that is hard to put down (Note: her professional credibility just took a hit when she came into my room to brag about how far she's gotten in the game "Angry Birds" on her iPhone...).
I went with my cousin Kiri to the Owl and Turtle bookstore today in Camden, and bought a bunch of books that I cannot wait to read. I got the third in the series of Steig Larson novels, the first two of which I was obsessed with, so I can't wait to read the third. I also got a bunch of John Updike short stories, The Crossers by Phillip Caputo, and some others but I'll wait to list them until I've read them. I will report back!
Thrilled that summer is here. Missing everyone from school. Tomorrow's post will be about the amazing class of 2010 and how much I love and will miss them... photos from graduation included. Much love, all!
Listening to: The washing machine, my father listening to opera as he tries to fix the fax, and my mother's incessant Angry Birds questions.