About smkelly8

writer, teacher, movie lover, traveler, reader

Sepia Saturday

Bleach Room Boys (Sepia Saturday 475)

I’m sharing photos of 3 boys this week for Sepia Saturday. Yes, the prompt shows young workers, but I was inspired to take a look at boys.

3boys3_z

Source: Preus Museum, n.d. | “Happy Boys”

3-1boys_z

Source: Library of Congress, 1910 | Pin boys in Lowell, MA

3 boysz

Source: Library of Congress, 1910 | Cigar factory, Tampa, FL

floridaMemory_o

Source: Florida Memory, circa 1947 | Playing cowboy

I thought I’d share a poem that celebrates boyhood.

The Barefoot Boy

by John Greenleaf Whittier

Blessings on thee, little man,
Barefoot boy, with cheek of tan!
With thy turned-up pantaloons,
And thy merry whistled tunes;
With thy red lip, redder still
Kissed by strawberries on the hill;
With the sunshine on thy face,
Through thy torn brim’s jaunty grace;
From my heart I give thee joy, –
I was once a barefoot boy!
Prince thou art, – the grown-up man
Only is republican.

Let the million-dollared ride!
Barefoot, trudging at his side,
Thou hast more than he can buy
In the reach of ear and eye, –
Outward sunshine, inward joy:
Blessings on thee, barefoot boy!

Oh for boyhood’s painless play,
Sleep that wakes in laughing day,
Health that mocks the doctor’s rules,
Knowledge never learned of schools,
Of the wild bee’s morning chase,
Of the wild-flower’s time and place,
Flight of fowl and habitude
Of the tenants of the wood;
How the tortoise bears his shell,
How the woodchuck digs his cell,
And the ground-mole sinks his well;
How the robin feeds her young,
How the oriole’s nest is hung;

Continue reading

Advertisements

Poem of the Week

Adam’s Curse

By W.B. Yeats

We sat together at one summer’s end,
That beautiful mild woman, your close friend,
And you and I, and talked of poetry.
I said, ‘A line will take us hours maybe;
Yet if it does not seem a moment’s thought,
Our stitching and unstitching has been naught.
Better go down upon your marrow-bones
And scrub a kitchen pavement, or break stones
Like an old pauper, in all kinds of weather;
For to articulate sweet sounds together
Is to work harder than all these, and yet
Be thought an idler by the noisy set
Of bankers, schoolmasters, and clergymen
The martyrs call the world.’
. . . . . . . . . And thereupon
That beautiful mild woman for whose sake
There’s many a one shall find out all heartache
On finding that her voice is sweet and low
Replied, ‘To be born woman is to know-
Although they do not talk of it at school-
That we must labour to be beautiful.’

I said, ‘It’s certain there is no fine thing
Since Adam’s fall but needs much labouring.
There have been lovers who thought love should be
So much compounded of high courtesy
That they would sigh and quote with learned looks
Precedents out of beautiful old books;
Yet now it seems an idle trade enough.’

We sat grown quiet at the name of love;
We saw the last embers of daylight die,
And in the trembling blue-green of the sky
A moon, worn as if it had been a shell
Washed by time’s waters as they rose and fell
About the stars and broke in days and years.

I had a thought for no one’s but your ears:
That you were beautiful, and that I strove
To love you in the old high way of love;
That it had all seemed happy, and yet we’d grown
As weary-hearted as that hollow moon.

The Bank Dick

With one of the best car chases I’ve ever seen, W.C. Fields’ The Bank Dick was a nice change after watching Russian drama. Fields plays Egbert Sousé, the head of the house full of women who constantly complain. He’s no angel, but you sympathize with him because his family treats him awfully. As the name without the accent grave suggests, Sousé drinks a lot and is a layabout. By accident, he thwarts a bank robbery and is hailed as a hero. As a reward, the bank president makes Sousé is given a job as the bank detective. Soon he gets his daughter’s boyfriend into financial trouble through a hare-brained scheme to buy bonds. As he’s basically a decent fellow, he tries then to save his future son-in-law, but everything goes wrong.

The film was at times clever and at times corny in a way that delights. Not only did I smile, but I learned a host of new words like adscititious and several others (below). The characters are stock and the humor often just plain silly, but The Bank Dick is fun and entertaining. I hadn’t seen a W.C. Fields’ film in years and will look for more.

Two Million!

What do Hong Kongers think? These man-in-the-street interviews give great insights and a variety of points-of-view. I have to find out more about the June 12th violence at the protest as that wasn’t covered in detail here.

I wonder what will happen. I’ve always doubted that Hong Kong can give up the “two systems” part of the “One Country; Two Systems” bargain. Yes, China may be more modern in thirty more years, but so will Hong Kong. I don’t think the PRC will catch up that fast. Also, just going from China to Hong Kong you can feel the freedom. It’s in the air somehow.

People want Carrie Lam, the leader of Hong Kong to step down, but China only will allow a leader whom they approve. Will a “new boss” make any difference? I doubt it. Is there any way Hong Kong can be free of China? Will there be another exodus as there was leading up to 1997 when affluent Hong Kongers fled to whichever Commonwealth nation they could before the hand off ceremony?

Flower of the Day Challenge

IMG_20170103_093950

I’m pretty sure this is my first Flower of the Day (FOTD) post. It’s hosted by Cee of Cee’s Photography. I love how it’s a chance to notice and share beauty.

I think I’ll start by just joining once or twice a week. It has spurred me to visit the Botanical Garden nearby.