PROVERBIAL WISDOM

[I'm reposting this essay for two reasons: first, because I've been distracted from anything creative by the furnace (hot water boiler system) that, like the old gray mare, ain't what she used to be. In fact, she threw a shoe, and is limping along while the nice people at my local HVAC bring me a replacement. The other reason? I can use some words of encouragement provided by folks whose thoughts got saved and passed along to those of us who came years later.]

Nearly everyone grew up with proverbs. They might have been old sayings, or folk wisdom, or a family proverb, but they fit into Aldous Huxley's definition:  Proverbs are always platitudes until you have personally experienced the truth of them.

 I grew up with a whole boatload of cultural proverbs, such as:

--Haste makes waste.

--A stitch in time saves nine.

--Ignorance is bliss.

--Don't cry over spilt milk.

--You can catch more flies with honey than with vinegar.

--You can lead a horse to water, but you can't make him drink.

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Some of these were meant to make me feel better about something I'd experienced in my young life, like crying over spilt milk. (I don't remember spilling any, but probably did.)

I liked the concept of a stitch in time saving nine. Prevention was better than extra work.

Others didn't make sense--and still don't, such as ignorance is bliss. Nope. Don't get it.

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For your enjoyment, I've collected a handful of proverbs from other cultures:

It’s in the shelter of each other that the people live.

                IRISH PROVERB

 

Never mind snows and storms for the sake of a friend.

                AZERBAIJANI PROVERB

 

One minute of patience, ten years of peace.

                GREEK PROVERB

 

Deeds are fruits. Words are leaves.

                ENGLISH PROVERB

 

If someone sweats for you, you change his shirt.

                HAITIAN PROVERB

Four eyes see more than two.

                ENGLISH PROVERB

 

Deal with the faults of others as gently as your own.

                CHINESE PROVERB

If you want to go fast, go alone. If you want to go far, go together.

                AFRICAN PROVERB

 

If the wind will not serve, take the oars.

                LATIN PROVERB

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In our current pandemic climate, may we find wisdom, and encouragement, and perhaps even a little diversion in the words and thoughts of other cultures.

Until next time . . . be safe, be kind to one another, be at peace.

Blessings from

Thursday's Child

WELCOME, AUTUMN!

Here she is! Autumn promenading the avenues and lanes in the earliest of her colors. In another few weeks, we'll be treated to the full wardrobe--and if we look carefully, we'll discover every color in the rainbow. Or maybe in the Crayola big box!

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To celebrate Autumn's arrival, we'll look at a full week of Things That Happen(ed)--quotations and information gleaned from A Pilgrim's Almanac, by Edward Hays (Forest of Peace Books, Inc. - 1989)

Today - September 22nd - Birthday of the Ice Cream Cone!

1903 - Italo Marchiony (Italian immigrant) applies for a patent for his new creation--cold sweet ice cream served in its own edible container. No throw-away there!

It's also the Autumnal Equinox in the northern hemisphere--but don't expect the daylight hours to be evenly divided; my weather app reports we've still a dozen minutes to go to the balance point.

Tomorrow - September 23rd - another thought about the Equinox

"In 'flat-world' terms, on the day of the Equinox the sun rises over the earth due east and sets due west; day and night are of equal length." I like the concept of a round earth.

September 24th - another invention

Invention of False Teeth, about 500 BC. "The Empress Josephine, Napoleon's wife, often carried a rose which she would raise to her lips when smiling. Very sensitive about her bad teeth, she used the rose to hide them."

September 25th - an adage

Festival of Giving Advice - Reflect on this saying of Confucius:

"Do not teach a ripe person, for it is a waste of person. Do not teach a person who is not yet ripe; it's a waste of words."

September 26th - Birthday Boy

Johnny Appleseed born this day in 1774. Known for planting apple trees across America, he was "revered by Native Americans who looked upon him as a medicine man. Besides his planting, his practice was to tear out a page from the bible he carried . . . a page containing a passage which fit the situation ofe the family with whom he spent the night."

September 27th - New Horizon Day

"Vasco Nunez de Balboa, Spanish conquistador, became the first European to see the Pacific Ocean"--this day in 1513.

September 28th - Feast of St. Wenceslaus

He was "Duke of Bohemia, the national hero and patron saint of Czechoslovakia." Murdered by his stepbrother at the door of a church he was about to enter. (I prefer to think of him as the Good King Wenceslaus, though that might be a different person.)

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There you have it--the first week of Autumn. This may be the winding-down of the year, but that doesn't have to be a negative thing. Season follows season--spring brings new life, summer is the growing season, autumn sees our harvest, and winter allows us to rest. Enjoy the day before you!

Blessings from Thursday's Child

 SING-SPIRATION

Several decades ago--my, how time flies!--we had songfests, often in churches, that we called Singspirations. We can take the name literally-they were songs, sung/played by everyone in attendance, to inspire us to greater joy, deeper faith, and a recognition that we were, indeed, blessed.

Last week here at Thursday's Child, you were treated to a somewhat somber essay on how life can go wonky on us--sometimes. I hope you grasped the idea that this wasn't a permanent state of being for me, nor was it a deep-down-dark sense of Why Bother. Nope, not at all. It was only Sometimes that some of us have to deal with the less-than-joyful.

Today we're headed up the mountain--for the past week I've been visited in the night by songs, songs, songs--upbeat, happy, good advice--you name it. So, herewith, some of my nighttime visitors:

HIGH HOPES

Written by James Van Deusen, lyrics by Sammy Cahn.

It appeared in the 1959 film A Hole in the Head, sung by Frank Sinatra and child actor Eddie Hodges. The song won an Oscar.

The upbeat message: "Everyone knows an ant can't move a rubber tree plant, but he has High Hopes, high apple-pie-in-the-sky hopes . . ." And at the end of each verse, yep, there goes another rubber tree plant.

I especially like the line "Everyone knows . . . ." If we let ourselves believe what everybody "knows" then we may be  setting ourselves up to fail. But if we ignore the everybodies--who knows? We might do fabulous things!

KEEP YOUR SUNNYSIDE UP

Lyrics by Johnny Hamp

"Keep your sunnyside up, hide the side that gets blue." And the positive spin: "If you have nine sons in a row, baseball teams make money, you know!"

I don't know about this one--maybe it's not always a good idea to hide the side that gets blue. I mean--if you're having a bad day, it might be healthier to acknowledge it. You don't have to shove it in people's faces, but I can tell you from experience, people who try too hard to be cheerful all the time come across as fake.

WHISTLE A HAPPY TUNE

From the 1956 film The King and I - written by Rodgers and Hammerstein.

Sung by the female lead (played by Deborah Kerr) who is explaining to a young boy that if you whistle a happy tune, you can fool other people into thinking you're not afraid--and you just might fool yourself as well. Hmm, fooling yourself--maybe it was just to get the rhyme. Think about it--there's afraid and not afraid. I've always found it hard to pretend I'm not afraid. I'll have to think about that one some more.

WHISTLE WHILE YOU WORK

From Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs. Written by Frank Churchill and Larry Morey. This was a 1937 animated fantasy film. It's the only one outside the 1950s era.

The message sounds like something my mother would've said: If you emphasize the fun rather than the monotony of a task, it'll go faster. (Worth a try).

YOU GOTTA HAVE HEART

From the 1955 film Damn Yankees. Conflicting attribution given: written either by Adler and Ross or Style and Cahn. But the message is the same: Whatever the odds are that you're a loser, never mind that, just remember, you got heart. And keep on keepin' on!

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And we can't leave without mentioning Bing and Rosemary singing "Count Your Blessings." White Christmas, 1954.

Best advice I've found for insomnia: "If you're worried and you can't sleep, just count your blessings instead of sheep, and you'll go to sleep, counting your blessings." Thank you, Irving Berlin--better than a sleeping pill any night.

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Until I did the research, I hadn't remembered all those songs came from the 1950s. And there was probably a good reason for that timing: We had been through World War II--we were in or just getting out of Korea--the Cold War was constantly in the news--America was trying to move on. What better way to encourage our can-do attitude than putting those songs in films that were popular.

Yes, we were a generation that looked for a happy ending. Might not always get it, right? But looking for it and striving for good things--that's not a bad way to live.

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Hope you have your "happy songs," gleaned from years of listening to records and radio (remember those?); watching movies (now available for free on some channels); and maybe working with groups that like to sing.

Till next time, whistle a tune, or hum if you can't whistle, or sing if that's your thing . . . make a joyful noise! 

Blessings,

Thursday's Child

 SOMETIMES . . .

[It's season-changing time, and my mood has darkened, along with the early mornings. As I reread this post from 2017, I could find a little bit of comfort. Hope you do, too.]

If you're in need of an uplift today, you might want to change your dial to another blog. As August segues into the shorter days of autumn, I find myself meandering around in deeper thoughts, such as:


- Sometimes . . . you don't need to leap out of bed just because the alarm rang.
What would happen if you hit the SNOOZE button and gave yourself 10 more minutes to prepare to meet the day? [The danger here is that you can hit SNOOZE time after time.]

- Sometimes . . . your greatest need is your own health.
Pushing yourself again and again beyond your normal limits may not be a good thing. Is the committee meeting going to fail because you aren't there? Will the office shut down because you need a mental health day? [We're not talking excuses here--we're looking at our own health.]

- Sometimes . . . another person's need is greater than yours.
Ah, there's the rub. How do I assess someone else's need? Is it a 10 today? Or merely a 4? Perhaps only a 2. Forget the numbers. Look at what's being asked of you--a few minutes on the phone; a cup of coffee at the shop where you can talk without being interrupted; a helping hand because nobody else will do it; or a request for prayer.

- Sometimes . . . life is totally unfair--day after day.
You have arthritis. Your hearing is rapidly declining. Your appetite up and left you and you're losing weight your doctor is unhappy about. Your dog has to be put down. Your neighbor makes racket long after your normal bedtime (say, 10 PM). Or your family members are so wrapped up in their own problems they don't call/email/text. And if they do, they vent. [Hard to see a ray of sunshine in this scenario, isn't it? This is when I scrounge around for one thing--just one!--to be grateful for.]


- Sometimes . . . you just need to listen--seriously listen.
Not every appeal for help requires you to do something specific about it. Listening, really taking it in, is doing something. [You're not even required to remember what you heard. Just be an ear.]

- Sometimes . . . all you can do is cry.
When it all gets to be too much, have a good weep. Letting the valves open can be a great cleansing of overloaded emotions. Or if the hurt and grief are too deep for tears, write about it--talk to yourself or the person you grieve for or to God--put it on paper. Later you can shred the pages, because they've done their part in allowing you a place to pour out your feelings.

- Sometimes . . . all you can do is laugh.
When it's too much for a good cry, laugh! There are still some things in my life that haven't got to the laughing stage, but a great many have. [You may recall the hard-boiled eggs on the kitchen ceiling episode. I can laugh, now.]

- Sometimes . . . all you can do is walk away. You can't fix it. Maybe nobody can but God.
This is probably the hardest of all. We need courage to admit that we can't "fix" something--that the only thing we can do is express our caring, if that's possible, and pray for relief.

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You were warned--this isn't a feel-good post. But then, Life isn't always a feel-good place to live, is it? Sometimes . . . we just have to grit our teeth and get on with things.

Have a blessed week.

HELLO, SEPTEMBER!

 Up here in my neighborhood--and surrounding counties--school has started, and some students have been in classrooms (really and truly present in body) for three weeks or maybe more.

So! School's in session, it's time for a quiz! Ready? Get your pencils and paper out. You have as long as you need to finish. Go!

• name 3 things you love to do in September
• name 3 things you'd rather not have to do in September
• list 3 places you like to go in September
• list 3 places (if money were no object and travel was cheap and easy) you'd like to visit this month
• what are 3 foods you associate with September?
• find 3 objects that define September for you
• if you're a crafter, make something that's definitely about September
• if you're not a crafter, find a picture of something that looks like September
• take a September walk and identify 3 trees that haven't lost their leaves or flowers that are still blooming
• what colors do you associate with September? 

[Some of these won't get done on your quiz paper, so make notes for crafting and a walk.]

That's it! When you finish, fold your paper in half lengthwise, write your name on the outside, and put it away some place safe. Take it out and look at it some day.

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This is my favorite kind of quiz--there are no wrong answers! There's no letter grade! No competition! And--sorry to say--no prize from me. But that's a good thing, too. Because you gave yourself the gift of finding good things in a new month, things you might not have remembered without a prompt or two.

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September in my town means classic car festival over the Labor Day weekend (and beyond). Then the county fair at the end of the month, when the weather is sometimes so wet and cold that folks huddle in their down jackets as they promenade the midway.

For me, September was, and always will be, the start of school. So I try to learn something new each year, beginning in the fall. This year it's new techniques in painting watercolors. I'm an eternal beginner in the art, and love every minute of it.

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If you forgot to change your calendar to a new month, do that now. Study the picture (if you have a calendar with a new pic each month)--note the special dates (we have 3 birthdays in our family)--and look forward to good things to come.

Blessings,

Thursday's Child

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SAY SOMETHING NICE ABOUT AUGUST 

There are many good things about the month of August. The eighth month of our calendar year has a lot going for it. So I made a list and came up with seven things to celebrate, if only in a quiet way.

1. Not-too-warm days--80s aren't bad for our corner of the kingdom, especially if the humidity stays lower.
2. Cool nights--haven't turned on the heat every night, but a few "cool" nights hovered around "chilly" and I tried a low setting for heat. Changed my mind later, and piled on covers. (There's a reason I made all those quilts.)
3. Birthdays--Greatgrandson Bayne is now six years old (you may remember him as a 6-month baby, weighing 2.2 lbs. at birth--much bigger now). Friend Liz is something-or-other years old now, and writing her wonderful romance and women's fiction books.
4. Garden produce has started rolling in. Last night I was gifted a bag of summer and zucchini squash, along with a dozen or more new crop peaches from my Ohio daughter's tree. Ummmm!
   
5. School has started in several counties up here in Northeast Indiana. School's opening was always a big deal for me, especially when I was in school myself. Now that I'm out of the school-age business, I still get a kick out of seeing big yellow school buses parked in school lots, waiting for the end of the day. 
6. Road repairs are being finished. This is a so-so contribution to nice things to say about August. I spent twenty minutes yesterday trying to get to an appointment located only five minutes from my house. Fortunately everyone in that office knew what was going on so I didn't get any demerits. And once the roadwork is finished, I'll be one of the folks who says, "Wow, didn't realize how bad they were! This is great!" (The key word here is finished.)
7. Another sorta good thing: When the oven died on our kitchen range, we had to come up with alternative ways to cook the things we normally have on our menu. Those items were always prepared by baking or roasting. While we wait for some kind of help to revive the oven, my daughter trawled websites and came up with slow cooker and Dutch oven (stovetop) ways to "roast" a chicken. So the good thing about this is: We had to figure out something and exercise our creative muscles. (We being the royal "we"--it was all up to Lis.)

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I'm sure there are a lot more good things to say about August. They'll have to wait till 2023 though. Next Thursday is September 1st! Really!!

Hope your August was enjoyable. See you next month for the start of what I always think of as autumn. (I know it doesn't come until the autumnal equinox around the 21st of September, but I don't want to be late.)

Blessings,

Thursday's Child

 READING!

I'm not back to reading the way I used to--new book each week (or more), reading my way through a whole series by one author (and some of those folks write a LOT of books), or haunting the library's shelves for new writers or new stuff by some of my old faves.

BUT! I am back to reading. It happened this way:

I will confess, I was getting worried about my sanity. Reading had always--at least since age six--been my way of living, of coping, and of entertaining myself.

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  recently I noticed books lying around, unread
• some of them were recent purchases (why did I buy them, if I wasn't going to read them?)
• some had been sampled, then allowed to lie fallow

You can see why I might worry a little.

I also began pursuing other activities in place of reading, such as:

• watching videos; I could account for the art videos--I was learning more techniques used in watercolor painting, and after I watched the videos, I could practice
• harder to account for were the mystery/thriller/suspense programs, except--they were the subjects that I used to choose in books; the DVDs meant a whole book could be absorbed in 1.5 hours, instead of days

Granted, those are creative endeavors, more or less. But then it became obvious I wasn't reading anything--none of my magazines, no kids' books (always a nice change of pace), no nonfiction (used to read memoirs a lot, and books on writing techniques, and how-to books about making quilts or painting pictures).

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Not sure why anything changed. One day I ordered a few books I'd heard about in a YouTube program--books of poetry, memoirs of authors, biographies of poets and other writers. In no time a stack of ten or twelve books stood beside my favorite chair. I read a few pages--maybe a chapter--sampled different writers. 

Did I begin to feel a stirring in my blood at that time? Maybe. Maybe. At any rate, I began haunting websites where used books abound. I'm now increasing my personal library of Rex Stout's Nero Wolfe mysteries (most of mine were lost in a mini-flood 20 years ago). Mary Oliver's poetry is finding its way to my door, along with The Poetry Handbook, her thoughts on writing poetry. 

One of the loveliest things about buying from the used-book sellers--aside from affordable prices--is the frequency of deliveries: my current purchases are arriving in three (or is it four?) batches. Something to look forward to! Free shipping is nice, too!

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Maybe it's a change in the weather--our August days and nights aren't up in the danged-hot range this year. The AC runs only because humidity sometimes soars, but heat indices in my little corner of the world are safe (so far) or at least endurable without danger to life and limb.

Maybe it's a change in my attitude; I didn't notice my 'tude had slipped, but that could be it.

Maybe it's just a Mysterious Something that happens once in a while. A wind blows through--the sun shines from a different angle--trees wave and bend and nod--and the season changes. Including the internal season of humankind.

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Hoping you're happy in your corner of Life--that your activities please you--that you have something to look forward to.

'Til next time, blessings from

Thursday's Child (possibly lost in a new book)

The To-Be-Read Pile