Category Archives: Library

Molly-the-Barn-Owl

The Owl Box on Ustream. Live feed of a wild mother Barn Owl sitting her eggs, courtesy of Den 6, Pack 2, Capitol of Texas District, Cub Scouts of America. Yep, Mr. B.’s outfit.

Ransom Seaborn

This is a love story on many levels which I enjoyed thoroughly and would recommend without reservation. It only started to annoy me in the last third when I began to fear that it would turn into a depressive cheat. When it didn’t, and that wasn’t a sure thing until the very end, I was relieved, and impressed at the artistic manipulation. And reassured that I’d invested my time wisely.

It starts slow. I lost interest several times, put it down, and forgot about it. But I kept remembering and coming back. Partly it was the religion. You don’t find much good writing these days that takes belief seriously. I suppose most fans will be about the young writer’s age and familiar with his music. I’m quite a bit older, and I’d never heard of Bill Deasy, only his book. But it doesn’t require a generational hook. It even reminded me, in surprise flashes, of my own college days, in the dim, distant, ancient past. Now I’ll look into his music.

Subchaser

As he did for the Abercrombie in Little Ship, Big War, Lt. Cmdr Edward Stafford tells the compelling day-to-day detail of life aboard an even smaller warship.

SC 692 was about as small as they came in World War II, other than PT boats. Like the PTs, the subchasers also were made of wood. Meaning, among other things, they had to be careful about scraping up against steel hulls. Stafford commanded it in the Caribbean, across the Atlantic and throughout the Mediterranean, mainly for the invasions of Palermo and Salerno.

The story is, appropriately, on the minutia of a little ship which seemingly everyone on bigger craft could order about. But it’s rarely boring, especially not when a shore battery is finding the 692’s range or the sonar and radar are failing at crucial times. Or the weather and rough seas are standing the little boat on its fantail or bullnose.  Once again the grandson of Admiral Peary of North Pole fame turns a little story into a big one–and a fun read.

Don’t Fence Me In

Oh, give me land, lots of land, under starry skies above
Don’t fence me in
Let me ride thru the wide-open country that I love
Don’t fence me in
Let me be by myself in the evening breeze
Listen to the murmur of the cottonwood trees
Send me off forever, but I ask you please
Don’t fence me in
Don’t fence me in

Just turn me loose
Let me straddle my old saddle underneath the western skies
On my cayuse
Let me wander over yonder till I see the mountains rise
I want to ride to the ridge where the west commences
Gaze at the moon until I loose my senses
I can’t look at hobbles and I can’t stand fences
Don’t fence me in
Don’t fence me in

Lyrics by Cole Porter
Performed by David Byrne, Bing Crosby, Roy Rogers & more

Via Bright Sky Press.

David Crockett In Congress: The Rise and Fall of the Poor Man’s Friend

I first encountered the quietly-humorous David version of the Old Betsy-swinging “King of the Wild Frontier” in Stephen Harrigan’s historical novel Gates of the Alamo. The militia colonel’s respectability was intriguing. Later I saw it improved upon in William C. Davis’ history Three Roads to the Alamo.

This new, voluminous history book, with its collected letters, selected campaign material, and congressional play-by-play, by James R. Boylston and Allen J. Wiener, leaves no doubt that the bar-killin’ Davy caricature (though Crockett did like to hunt bears and often must to feed his family) was more a creation of his political enemies, a popular satirical play, and an unauthorized and untruthful biography, than his true reputation among his peers.

His letters, despite the misspellings which seem illiterate to us but were common enough even among the educated in his day, make plain his yearning for respectability. And his enduring determination to help the poor of his district, though he seldom was able to. When he did make use of his Davy persona, it was little more than good campaign or business sense, or self-deprecating humor. Though he was ever in debt, he clearly preferred broadcloth to buckskin.

It seems clear to me now that it was less about Davy swinging Old Betsy than his disciplined militia fighting under General Jackson in the Creek War–years before his Tennessee and congressional political careers–that brought Colonel Crockett to the Alamo, and his steady, and oft-written affection for the common American which kept him there unto the death. It doesn’t diminish the Alamo hero at all to discover he was a skilled and progressive politician. It enlarges him.

Science Fair third place

Doss Elementary’s PTA newsletter confirms Mr. B.’s third place in the science fair. Along with twenty-two other fourth graders. Some of his friends on the list, more on the second and first place lists. Oh, well.

The projects are worthwhile, I suppose, in teaching science. But even the teachers know we parents have a big hand in these things. Without continual advice and goosing prodding, the kids would never finish them, much less do them correctly. They’re simply too young and science is too hard. (Unless you’re a climate researcher. Then you just make it up as you go along.)

Etaoin Shrdlu

This collection of the most commonly used letters in English (in order of frequency) has often been used as the name of some esoteric character or other in a story or play. I encountered it years ago as the name of the hero in a long-forgotten scifi short story. I had no idea so many artists had used it in one way or another, but Wikipedia has made quite a lengthy entry out of it.