Showing posts with label plucky heroines. Show all posts
Showing posts with label plucky heroines. Show all posts

Friday, November 6, 2009

it snows!

I woke early, before five, and couldn't go back to sleep so I slipped downstairs in my nightie and dressing gown, my book in hand. I curled up on the couch with an afghan and continued to read the facinating book The Mitfords, Letters Between Six Sisters. These six sisters born between 1904 and 1920 weave an incredible account of the last century. Three of them were quite active as writers and between them all they met (and obsessed) about the political figures of the day. It is like reading a big gossip fest.

When it became six I went back upstairs where SP was getting dressed in the dark. I looked out the window and realized it was snowing and had been for awhile. Like the Queen, I am not amused. It is tooooooo soon.

SP made me a lovely fire, the step-dot arose by 6:30. She thinks it will only be her and one other guy in her class as the rest are fluing. I am so glad to have her early - she is so squeezable. I told her about the book and showed her some of the many pictures. Then she left and then SP left and I am to get down to my work. I am working today on the govt. stuff plus I intend to put in some time on my novel. But I do long to just lie on the couch sipping cinnamon tea and reading about the cost of dresses in Paris and the horrors of having Evelyn Waugh come for dinner.

This is me at 12 reading while on vacation in Mexico

Friday, February 20, 2009

Tomorrow is another day Mr. MacGarrity

Anyone else remember Maggie Muggins? She was a cheerful icon from my childhood who hung around with some old farmer - Mr. Mac. and an elderly female frog - Grandma Frog being her only name on the show. And of course there was Pollyanna - another cheerful thing in pigtails - and our own Anne - and Heidi - and Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm fame - and The Girl of the Limberlost whose name escapes me right now - she collected moths to put herself through college because her mother had become completely mad with anger when The Girl's father went through the evil swamp to "visit" a neighbour woman and was never see again - glub glub. The thing I most liked about The Girl is that when her mother came to realize what a wicked thing she'd become she did a complete change - including soaking off all her brown wrinkled hardened skin oddly - but she made the most beautifully described lunch box for the girl you ever heard of with cunning little jars and whatnot to hold everything. Here is a part of that story:

"Mrs. Comstock was up early, and without a word handed Elnora the case as she left the next morning.
"Thank you, mother," said Elnora, and went on her way.
She walked down the road looking straight ahead until she came to the corner, where she usually entered the swamp. She paused, glanced that way and smiled. Then she turned and looked back. There was no one coming in any direction. She followed the road until well around the corner, then she stopped and sat on a grassy spot, laid her books beside her and opened the lunch box. Last night's odours had in a measure prepared her for what she would see, but not quite. She scarcely could believe her senses. Half the bread compartment was filled with dainty sandwiches of bread and butter sprinkled with the yolk of egg and the remainder with three large slices of the most fragrant spice cake imaginable. The meat dish contained shaved cold ham, of which she knew the quality, the salad was tomatoes and celery, and the cup held preserved pear, clear as amber. There was milk in the bottle, two tissue-wrapped cucumber pickles in the folding drinking-cup, and a fresh napkin in the ring. No lunch was ever daintier or more palatable; of that Elnora was perfectly sure. And her mother had prepared it for her! "She does love me!" cried the happy girl. "Sure as you're born she loves me; only she hasn't found it out yet!" "


Oh I coveted that as compared to my very brown paper bag perhaps made out of the girl's mother's discarded skin but I digress. Plucky little heroines - the world was full of them when I was a child - there was Nancy Drew of course though I found her rather dull - but Trixie Belden! I adored her. And then older plucky heroines like that red-headed reporter - Brenda Starr - that featured in the Saturday comics - and real ones like Annie Oakley and Amelia Earhart. Are there some today? Hermione, of Harry Potter, and the lovely heroine of His Dark Materials and the girls of Neal Stephenson's books - The Diamond Age and his earlier one that's name escapes me.


The photo is of my Dad's sisters - all gone now. They are my Aunt Grace - who introduced me to the Girl of the Limberlost, Aunt Ruth, Aunt Pat and Aunt Marge...



Perhaps we need more real and imagined plucky little and big girls to snap everyone out of their gloom and doom and just plain get on with it. Whadya say dear readers?