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Tuesday, February 07, 2017

Laura Ingalls' 150th birthday

I love Laura Ingalls' dates... I will always consider her a dear friend.



From https://www.facebook.com/Laura-Ingalls-Wilder-Historic-Home-and-Museum-166413716755023/
"February 7, 2017!--the 150th birth date of Laura Ingalls Wilder, author of the Little House Books.In an era when we need the influence of heroes and heroines, Laura is ever an inspiration. She was a stalwart pioneer, a hardworking wife and mother, a dedicated community worker, and a lifelong learner. She was a gifted writer, spinning words into memorable prose, loved globally by millions. Never has one of her books gone out of print. They are American-made treasures.Recording the rich story of her pioneer beginnings, Laura is truly one of America's historians. She shared the story of the American frontier in a timeless style of storytelling.
Locally, here in Mansfield, Missouri where she lived from 1894-1957, the memory of Laura Ingalls Wilder is still vivid. She is recalled as a pleasant, demure, kindly lady. As one of her friends said, "Mrs. Wilder was a "gentlewoman" in the same way we speak of a true "gentleman." The Wilder home on Rocky Ridge Farm, the Rock House where she started writing her books, and the museum containing her family's treasures---all of these are memorials to a great American writer.
But above all are her Little House books, which continue as ageless classics.
Happy birthday Laura!"Recording the rich story of her pioneer beginnings, Laura is truly one of America's historians. She shared the story of the American frontier in a timeless style of storytelling. 
Locally, here in Mansfield, Missouri where she lived from 1894-1957, the memory of Laura Ingalls Wilder is still vivid. She is recalled as a pleasant, demure, kindly lady. As one of her friends said, "Mrs. Wilder was a "gentlewoman" in the same way we speak of a true "gentleman." The Wilder home on Rocky Ridge Farm, the Rock House where she started writing her books, and the museum containing her family's treasures---all of these are memorials to a great American writer. 
But above all are her Little House books, which continue as ageless classics. 
Happy birthday Laura!"

Thursday, May 28, 2015

Finished the course on Laura Ingalls' writings!


I finished the semester! The online course on the writings of Laura Ingalls Wilder was absolutely wonderful, and being a student again a delight! The class was taught by Dr. Pamela Smith, editor of the recently released best-seller Pioneer Girl. This semester the course focused on the later books: from The Shores of Silver Lake and on. Every week students had to watch lectures, do the reading , participate in the discussion and complete a quiz. Every lecture was so interesting, filled with fascinating information and curiosities about her writing process, about what happened in her real life, about her cooperative relationship with editors, and the list goes on.  



I have joined the Laura Ingalls Society, will attend this summer conference here at SDSU, and am planning on a proposal for a paper/talk for next summer's conference. I will discuss growing up in South America reading and loving the books, not having any idea I'd be living... here one day! How to the two worlds match up? The world Laura painted in her books, and the world of my life here, so close to where she lived. Doesn't it seem like a great project?

Well, I have a move and a wedding before I can begin!

Here is my last entry on the discussion forum:

I live in SD and it's fascinating to see how so many here have no sense of how widely known Laura Ingalls' books are! I loved them as a child in South America, and I believe they will be around for a long long while! The books offer a rare combination of a mesmerizing story, a historical setting of a fascinating time and place, and extremely talented, poetic writing. But even these factors together, I think, may have missed the mark and not become as beloved as Laura's books became, all over the world. Laura tells the story of a real girl, but a real girl who strives constantly to improve herself, acknowledging her faults and learning from them. Just like most of us! Great books are made of such characters: think Dostoevsky, Alcott, Austen! It it my profound conviction that Laura' books speak to the human spirit: it is her main character striving always for virtue, for Love and Charity--universal values and longings of the human heart in any age, in any space--that top off the happy combination of factors making the Little Books extraordinary in every sense. For these reasons, her books have the power to carve a niche in the corner of every reader's heart!

Thursday, August 31, 2017

From the WRM Blog

Found this on facebook today... It ties in with us visiting the acreage recently. Writing it, I remember, was cathartic then, as it was visiting it.




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Reading Giants in the Earth in Laura Ingalls Wilder Country: Some Parallels and Personal Reflections


Mary TeckAugust 31, 2017Year of the Pilgrim


By Ana Braga-Henebry

This piece was originally published in the ‘Year of the Worker’ Newsletter.



MICHAEL ANCHER, A SUMMER LANDSCAPE WITH TWO GIRLS, 1887
One of the most delightful things about reading is that no matter how many different genres we may read, we never know what awaits us when we open a new book. This past winter we read Giants in the Earth for Well-Read Mom. The book tells the story of a Norwegian immigrant family that settle in the Northern Plains. Before we moved to the university town where we now live, we owned acreage about an hour away, somewhere in the southeast direction. The 1880’s
farmhouse sat on the prettiest 18 acres this side of the Minnesota border with a creek running through it and a robust, imposing shelterbelt. The property
was so old that it predated even the county country roads, forcing a rare curve on the road. During the eight years I lived there, for the first time a resident of a country property, and astounded by the brutality of the winter each year, I wondered how the first settlers ever made it. How did they get there? Why did they come? And most intriguing: What on earth made them stay after surviving their first winter?

What was immediately interesting to me about the book was that I knew where the first scenes took place. That was, in fact, our corner of the world when we lived out in the country. Some of the older, dirt roads that follow the creeks in that area are not traveled regularly, but during the time we lived there, we did a little exploring of our own. Split Rock Creek winds around the area and several establishments in the area display the name “Split Rock.” To read a novel that takes place in my corner of the world was a new experience for me. I read the Little House books while growing up in South America. Yet as much as I would try to imagine the dugout, the prairie wind, or the Long Winter, I simply could not. The Laura Ingalls’ books were my favorites, and little did I know that later in life I would be living here, under the same sky, experiencing the same prairie wind. Indeed, we live in a house that was built while Laura was still in these parts!

I found many parallels in the two literary works. The opening scene where the protagonists wonder if they are lost in the sea of grass brought to mind the episode in Laura’s pages when she cannot find baby Carrie. The long and cold winters, the unexpected storms, the locusts, they are all there. The
thirst for the land, the uncertainty of what the seasons will bring, the dependence on the weather. I still live near all of the locales where Rölvaag places his characters, but we have since moved to town. Even if now my husband’s office on campus is but an eight-minute walk from our house, the experience of the acreage left its mark on me. While I disagree with some readers’ opinions that Laura Ingalls sugarcoated her story – I find in her pages some pretty realistic descriptions of a harsh world – this time the realistic tone of the pilgrims’ plight was very interesting to read. The optimistic and hard-working character of Per Hansa reminded me of Pa Ingalls many times, but while Laura did bring up a severe case of depression in one of her books, here depression takes center stage as a destroying force. Had I not lived in our acreage – where we could not see a single neighbor – I may have not found this book so fascinating. I saw parts of my own experience depicted in what Beret experiences. The prairie is beautiful but it is also unpredictably harsh. This fact is easily attested by the fact that very
few events are held outdoors around here. Unless events can be easily canceled, such as the municipal band playing at the park on Sunday evenings, they are scheduled indoors. We simply cannot trust the weather. This makes one enjoy the beautiful days all the more, but it also takes a toll on a person’s mental health.

At the acreage, during my husband’s long international trips and with young children still underfoot, I too felt depressed and afraid. I remember it. The feeling of isolation was overpowering, especially during the times we ran out of electricity, or found ourselves snowed in as a brilliant white morning dawned. Beret’s downward spiral from what would be called an expected, normal amount of depression into a severe mental illness somehow did not surprise me. Beret did not have the resources we have today. The author did an excellent job recording her progressive illness down to the fateful end. When we close a book, there is a moment of contemplation, of satisfaction, sometimes sadness. As I put Giants down on my bedside table, I reflected on how surprisingly personal the read had been, and how much it had enriched me.

Ana Braga-Henebry is a wife and mother of seven children in Brookings, SD. She received her masters degree in Aesthetic Studies from the University of Texas at Dallas where she met her husband. Ana enjoys being an educator, writer and book reviewer.

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Tuesday, February 13, 2018

A couple of new reviews

I have been listening to audio books as I have many hours alone during the day. here are a couple of recent reviews. 




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I just finished the entire series. Great writing, intelligent characters, well-built plots. I felt like I really liked the author. I learned a lot about the Jewish faith and appreciated his anti-hero, intelligent protagonist, immensely.
My husband lived as a little boy in the town Barnard's Crossing is mirrored after, and I feel like like I learned so much about life in New England.
The author's personal opinion about what was beginning to happen in the academic world is even more relevant today. In fact, in my opinion, the books are simply disguised as murder mysteries. They are really a personal account of what the author thought of life in his slice of time and place, with the addition of what I see as a college credit or two in Judaic studies.
I also enjoyed the respect shown to Christians, and especially Catholics, throughout the books. I recommend the series.




Greatly enjoyed this new book! Review here. Text below.

I live in SD and it is fascinating to see how few here have a real sense of how widely known Laura Ingalls' books are! I loved them as a child in South America, and I believe they will be around for a long, long while. The books offer a rare combination of a mesmerizing story, a historical setting of a fascinating time and place, and extremely talented, poetic writing. But even these factors together, I think, may have missed the mark. Laura's books are beloved all over the world because she tells the story of a real girl, imperfect and yet yearning for virtue: integrity, justice, honesty, gratitude, faith. A real girl who strives constantly to improve herself, acknowledging her faults and learning from them, and life-lasting words of wisdom woven into the tales. Great books are made of such characters: think Dostoevsky, Alcott, Austen! Laura' books speak to the human spirit, coming to meet the longings of the human heart in any age, in any space--that top off the happy combination of factors making the Little House books extraordinary in every sense.
This is a comprehensive and updated biography of Laura. I wanted to know details of her personal life, and the book satisfied me in that end. I could have used way less information on her unfortunate, awful daughter. Another reviewer asks how Laura could "raise someone like Nellie?" and my answer is, we all are, in the end, who we decide to be. Rose was a major sorrow in Laura's life, a source of profound grief for the beloved author, I am sure. But are we to blame our parents for who we become in life? Is Rose's character and life's choices the fault of her mother?
Laura created in her work a character who valued integrity, honesty, cheerfulness, gratitude. These attributes are the makings of a great soul. And that she was, the real Laura, through the end of her life--the book shows me that through all of her lengthy correspondence quotations and more. Therefore, although in literary terms one can say the Laura in the book is a fictional character based on a real person, what I find is that the character and the real Laura are one. I always thought that--had she created a character who did not mirror herself, she would have talked about it later in life. Laura was an admirable woman who embodied the virtues she lauded so vividly in her work.
(Albeit the erroneous pronunciation of Pierre, capital of SD, the audible narrator was very good.)
Took one star off because of two problems: too much Rose and her politics, and too little on Garth Williams' illustrations. The illustration, in my opinion, such a visual landmark of her books, deserved much longer treatment as they embody so much of our common Laura Ingalls imagination! Much more so than the awful daughter's comings and goings and empty life. I could have used several chapters on that creative process, and what others have written about them!
Interesting that Laura's books are perennial presence in literature, while her daughter Rose's books, on the other hand, are forgotten and ignored, steamy romances or personal political opinions. Rose is quoted saying, "I wonder what conscience is... and why I don't have it." Bleh. We all have a conscience, but anyone can do a very good job at justifying one's errors and pettiness, and ignoring it. The difference between Laura and her daughter was virtue. The lasting values Laura stood for and promoted all her life. Her books are classics, transcending time and space, because these things speak to the human heart.

Saturday, February 16, 2013

A Lovely Blog Post!

My good friend Alicia posted on Facebook today about the friendship and correspondence between Laura Ingalls Wilder and the Van Stockum children. It is a lovely blog post and I recommend anyone who loves both of these wonderful authors to enjoy it! 

I left a comment:
What an absolutely lovely, lovely entry. I was born three years exactly from the day Laura died. She was my best "literary friend" growing up Rio, in Brazil. I was young and I still remember the day I went to my dad's study's huge National Geographic wall-map, and after an exhausting search, I found "South Dakota" and "DeSmet"! I realized the story had really happened! I will never forget that moment. I loved every book and "grew up" with Laura. I still have the Portuguese editions where I carefully colored Garth Williams' wonderful illustrations. Irony of ironies, I came to the USA for graduate school, met my husband who is today a professor at South Dakota State University! How perfectly delightful to know that Laura was admired by the great Hilda Van Stockum, whom I have read aloud to my own kids! I believe I was one of the first to blog on her death as it is a common search hit on my blog.
I've also written on my love for her books. Laura Ingalls, and Hilda van Stockum, are the ones who inspire them to write. I have written a children's book about the popular Marian devotion in Brazil and just this Valentines' day my dear husband said he'd like to help me publish it. Life in this world is made so much nobler because of authors such as your dear Mama and Laura Ingalls Wilder!

Thursday, November 29, 2007

Listening to Laura Ingalls in South Dakota

Have you read the Laura Ingalls Wilder books lately? I read them as a child in Portuguese, and Husband had never read them. Our family enjoyed the last three volumes together in the car during our trip to Texas and back for Thanksgiving.

It is indeed a wonderful experience to enjoy them anew, now that we live in South Dakota. Sometimes I wonder if South Dakotans realize how well loved her books are around the whole world!

Some highlights from the listening experience:
  • the whole family is captivated by her reading. While the kids love the stories, the adults enjoy the high quality of the writing and the historical richness
  • the family love and generosity
  • the appropriate courtship between Laura and Almanzo
  • the descriptions of weather, vegetation, and how settlers changed the landscape
  • the recipes! Laura had become a great cook herself and began writing as a food columnist. The books are filled with delicious foods!
  • most of all, the books portray how wonderful a simple, poor life can be. One is left wishing we could live like that again!

Monday, July 20, 2015

Laura Ingalls conference

When I took the class online on the writings of Laura Ingalls I also signed up for the conference which was being hosted here in Brookings. It happened in the midst of a busy week but I was able to participate quite a bit!

The conference was great, based more on the books, of course, and not on the widely-known television series, which purists find to be very distorted. (I think the series is fine in its own merit.) Many of the talks were about different aspects of the books: there was a meteorological who spoke about the plague of locusts, it seems that she talked about the long winter at the last conference. The most interesting for me was the international session, a Japanese spoke on the translation into Japanese, but the most interesting and fun lecture was by an UK attorney who spoke of the differences in the language in the UK editions. I left eager to prepare a talk for the next conference on translations into Portuguese, and my personal experience of reading the books in Portuguese in Brazil as a child... and now living here in "Laura land".



Tuesday, October 07, 2014

Online class on Laura Ingalls Wilder

I have been taking an online class on Laura Ingalls Wilder from University of Missouri, and it has been a delight! We must watch videos every week and this one so far has been my favorite, I think because it talks of Laura as I have loved her from childhood. I should add that so far I have an A plus!

Sunday, March 02, 2008

What makes a book a good book?

We discussed this theme this past week in a love2learn list, and I came up with a paragraph that I developed a bit further for this post.

We just read Tom Sawyer in Literature this past semester, and again I marveled at his last exchange with Huck. Mark Twain gave Tom Sawyer, who was largely a cultural portrait, a heart of gold and selflessness when it really mattered. There are many books with characters that are mostly cultural portraits—and yet, Tom Sawyer transcends that, and remains as an icon in universal literature.

The same is the case, I believe, with most types of literature. There are many prairie girl books in the library. Why does Laura Ingalls shine so distinctively, having been translated in every major language? Because she too transcends the pioneer and prairie girl world, although those elements provide a wonderful historical and educational background. Laura Ingalls inspires because of her goodness, her hard work, her honesty and love, and her observations of a world developing around her in the later books. She was not afraid, in her books, to criticize empty and superfluous church social gatherings, stupid sermons, and unfair or dishonest behavior. Her books have the power to inspire readers towards great Virtue!

Our road towards Virtue, and ultimately heaven, is not an easy one. A good book needs to portray that as a worthwhile fight! Throughout the stories sin may happen, but a good book should take readers beyond that: it should always help us in the great objective of this life. Our heart rests in God. For Him we yearn, many times unknowingly. A book that brings us closer to Him by great writing, imaginative plot and virtuous examples, as does a great work of art, causes a deep, inner satisfaction that is God-given.

Pride & Prejudice, told through Elizabeth’s heart, is another superb school of virtue. If we reflect on what books we have loved through the years, and which characters have remained with us as inspiring examples, we may come up with a very nice list of good books. Robert Louis Stevenson, Charles Dickens and many other authors have given us characters capable of exemplifying and inspiring self sacrifice, hard work, loyalty and integrity in younger readers. Rumer Godden, Sigrid Undset and Evelyn Waugh are authors who have created characters also able to inspire and exemplify virtue in a more grown up world.

Summing up: a good book needs to contain not only a good story or an imaginative plot, but a portrayal of what is True in this life, a portrayal capable of inspiring and helping readers towards that same noble Goal.

So, if I pick a book from the library to preview for family reading, and upon reading the first pages I suspect that the characters will not be able to be admired for their virtue, the book goes into the return-to-the-library bag!

There are so many good books, thank God!

Tuesday, November 06, 2007

Listening to The Long Winter

I read Laura Ingalls' books when I was in primary school in Brazil. The images have remained vividly in my mind all of these years, revisited at times by discussing the books with the children. Now we have been listening to them in the car and the experience has been exhilarating!

This past week we listened to The Long Winter, perhaps the one volume that has left the deepest memories. I could have never dreamed, as a child, that one day I would be living right here--in Laura's prairie! Laura's words blend in with the landscape all around us.

Husband has never read the books, and I am simply delighted to expose him to the amazing quality of writing in her books. He has admitted these are books of universal value. The whole family cringed together in the car as blizzard after blizzard terrified the Ingalls family along with the other few families in that tiny new town on the prairie. The places she refers to: Silver Lake, Volga, Lake Preston, Brookings--those are right around where Husband works.

Seems like we'll need to do a day trip to DeSmet again and soon!

A note on this audio edition (we borrowed it from the library): the many songs Pa played and sang in his fiddle are also played and sung in this recording! I never knew what they sounded like!

Monday, August 24, 2015

Well-Read Mom packet

What beautiful graphics and layout--the Well-Read Mom team is again to be congratulated for the quality of their materials! This year the Companion comes with a lovely Book Journal with quotes, a selection by Chekhov and a gorgeous bookmark with this year's reproduction on one side and all of our books listed on the other.


I wrote the reflection for the book I chose this year: Willa Cather's Shadows on the Rock. I include the text. I think a favorite part was that I enjoyed speaking about my father a little bit...



Keeping the Home-Fires Burning:
the crucial role of Cécile Auclaire

{ REFLECTION}

By Ana Braga-Henebry, M.A.

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When I first read Shadows on the Rock, I was deeply moved. I had a bunch of little kids then, and reading provided me with the best entertainment during those few bits of time I had for myself, stolen away from kitchen, daily lessons, laundry, and husband. Perhaps because I had visited Quebec previously, that French-Canadian world came easily, vivid, in my imagination. The side anecdotes of what the missionary priests had endured in the wilderness made the book an unforgettable read for me… and CĂ©cile. I shall never forget how the girl of twelve takes the reader of this remarkable book into a world of adult hardships, politics, and sacrifice.
Indeed, through this loving household—the young housewife and her father, an  apothecary—Willa Cather brings alive a world of the past in a manner I have seldom experienced. That world was apparently dominated by strong male characters: the king, the count, the archbishop, the missionary priests, and the fur trappers. Yet Cather chooses a young girl to open for us the door into Quebec daily life in the late 1600s. 
CĂ©cile is so very young. When Shadows on the Rock opens, her mother has died and CĂ©cile lives with her dad. She has left the Ursulines’ girls school to take care of the home, doing the chores that used to be her mother’s. She is still a child and enjoys some of the excitement of childhood, but at the same time, she must act well beyond her years. She has suffered the loss of her mother and baby brother and her father, the royal apothecary in Quebec, must rely on her. They both get along, lovingly and beautifully. She prepares his meals, stresses the need for proper dinner attire, and makes a home for both of them in every little way. The love between father and daughter is touching, respectful, compassionate, and one of the most beautiful aspects of this marvelous book. Throughout the book we find sweet moments such as this one:

He placed it in the cabinet where he kept his medical books, then went into the salon and sank down in his chair by the fire.  CĂ©cile knelt on the floor beside him, resting her arms upon his knee.  He bent and leaned his cheek for a moment on her shingled brown hair.

I have loved the writing of Willa Cather since our family lived in Nebraska. During those years, my husband and I read quite a bit of her work, and were enchanted especially by her two Catholic books, the marvelous and unique Death Comes to the Archbishop and Shadows on the Rock. I have often wondered how Cather came to be so knowledgeable of things Catholic: history, hierarchy, sacramental life. For years I had liked to believe that Sigrid Undset, whose masterwork Well-Read Mom members read in the first year, had influenced her. The Norwegian author Undset was a Nobel Prize winner in 1928 and a convert and ardent Catholic, and met Cather while in self-exile in NYC during WWII. The two writers became dear friends, but I was wrong in my supposition:  Death was written prior to their meeting. In researching for this reflection, I dug deep online and lo and behold, I found a paper by Professor Danker of SDSU entitled “Willa Cather’s French Neighbors”! So the mystery was solved: the author grew up in a small town populated by French-Canadians! Indeed she visited their homes and lived among their families. The stories and characters in her Catholic books were taken from real people!
Inasmuch as the side anecdotal stories fill the novel with wonder, history, and beauty, it is young CĂ©cile  who anchors the book. Even if she falls back to the background in the epilogue, her daily work both in the home and in the community shapes the book’s soul. I discussed Shadows with a dear friend, a young priest and fellow Cather-admirer. In our conversation, he reminded me of the behind-the-scenes role that CĂ©cile plays. A role that women have played in history from time immemorial, a role essential for humanity and for civilization. She not only makes a home, in every sense, for their little family—caring for the little things that kept culture and civilization alive—but also from this home she causes Love to radiate outward. The stability and bounty of their home spreads out to shelter and feed the poor old man, the little wayward boy, and all who come visit. Her home is a tangible model of what the Family is called to be by God: a cell of society, spreading Love and Light. 
Why do the townsfolk delight in calling upon the apothecary? Because therein they find a gentleman and a man of science who applies his art with skill, tenderness, and devotion? Certainly. But there is more. Whether they are able to articulate it or not, they delight in being received with dignity and respect into his home—and the existence of a home presumes a homemaker. In her careful, diligent, and pious (in the sense of “Pious Aeneas”) way, CĂ©cile keeps the home-fires burning—not only literally, but also in the sense of being herself a little “light to lighten the darkness” of the pioneer days of Quebec.

As a homemaker, young CĂ©cile’s daily work has a rippling, positive effect into many of the characters’ lives. And yet this is not the only way we see the protagonist at work in the novel. CĂ©cile is also the faithful assistant of her father in the Apothecary’s business. Euclide Auclaire trusts her to be his right-hand helper, delivering medications and medical information. At twelve years old, she is a competent and reliable worker. She also shown as an admirer of her father’s medical stances, sometimes against much criticism. Euclide is a responsible, thoughtful, and dedicated professional, and in every way, CĂ©cile is his companion, helper, and friend.

My own father and I were very close. As seventh of his numerous children, I like to think that I was in a way his most ardent admirer at home. I learned so much from following him around the house as a child, being his faithful assistant as CĂ©cile was with Euclide, and had long conversations with him in my youth. Just over one year ago I was the one with him as he passed from this life to eternity. I will be forever thankful for this privilege. I missed my own dear mother’s passing due to distance, so with my father I enjoyed being present as Peace filled the room and, on my knees, tears rolling, I thanked God for his long and faithful life.

CĂ©cile and Euclide Auclaire, along with Laura Ingalls and Pa, Jo and Mr. March, and Lizzy and Mr. Bennett, form one of the most endearing Father-Daughter duos I have encountered in literature.  Shadows On the Rock by Willa Cather is an unforgettable book because it brings forth a strong, determined and hard-working female main character, it touches on the interior life of virtue and faith, and it portrays the effects of family love in society.



Ana Braga-Henebry leads two WRM books clubs one hour apart from each other, and is constantly amazed at the range of complexity of responses and difference in opinion between the two of them. Ana received a Master’s degree in Humanities/Aesthetic Studies from the University of Texas at Dallas, where she studied Art and translated religious Brazilian Poetry among other things. She has seven children ranging from 14 to 27 with her husband Geoffrey, a scientist and academic with a Great Books background. They make their home in Laura Ingalls country, SD, where local people are welcoming, and the winters brutal. Ana has written reviews, plays and articles for a myriad of periodicals over the years. Most recently Ana wrote the chapter on Geography in the recently published book Why Should I Learn This? edited by Maureen Wittman and Erin Brown-Conroy. 

Tuesday, November 11, 2014

Fixed!

My computer is back and working wonderfully!

For my first post I would like to announce that I just today finished the online class Laura Ingalls Wilder: Exploring Her Work and Writing Life, The Early Years from Missouri State University! Every one of the past 8 weeks I have looked forward to the lectures, online discussions and weekly quizzes! I am proud of the fact that I received the maximum grade in the class, having participated in every discussion and gotten every question correct, every week!

Here is my certificate! 


Truly it has been a fabulous course! Immersed in Laura's creative world and following her life and development as a writer was a wonderful journey. I have always wanted to write such a "autobiographical fictional" book, and believe or not the course took me back to conversations I used to have with my dear Mother about it--back when I was in middle and high school! Husband is a great proponent of my writing--I think it so funny that he, who writes so incredibly well and so concisely-- actually enjoys my sloppy and diverting style! :-) I took many many mental notes. Who knows?

Monday, August 05, 2013

My dearest auntie

Today it is her birthday, the auntie we called "tchitchia" and who was truly a second mother to me. My good nephew brought her flowers and just sent this picture.

It takes one by surprise, to see a photo almost instantly of someone we love so profoundly. The eyes tear up as the heart becomes so small and sorrowful, drowning in saudades....

I have endless memories of the times we both spent together. As the seventh child in a family of ten children, my childhood years found my aunt living across the street and coming over often to give Mom a hand with just about everything: I remember her bathing young ones, cooking, cleaning, helping with homework in many levels, teaching lessons and the best of all... telling stories! She would tell us stories of books or films she had enjoyed, and her story-telling skills were so enthralling! In the summer months, in Grandmother's mountain property, the chapters would end in a cliffhanger every night and we literary couldn't wait to sit in the varanda envidraçada (enclosed veranda) after dinner for her story-telling each evening!

So my young life was lived so much alongside my dearest auntie... I remember watching her, fascinated by her dexterity, as she would paint porcelain and set up her Nativity set that has been our own here at home for many years... (...and yet never, not even close, beautifully set up as she had it....)  I remember her frosting the cakes when Mother threw fancier parties with her own recipe for chocolate frosting.... her spatula would glide on the cake as she immersed it in cold water every other time, smoothing it perfectly  I remember her helping me memorize poetry for school for hours on end! I have kids who can memorize poems and facts almost instantly, but that all comes from Husband. I was never good at it and I so appreciated her help! One Mother's Day I was selected to write and give the speech at school and again there she was by my side helping me write it.

But I had her for more time than the simple time she came to spend at our home helping out. I had a special affinity to her and absolutely loved her company. I had her so very much in my heart in a special way! I remember waiting in the front steps for her arrival after mass each Sunday--that's how much I enjoyed her company. I knew then that we had a spiritual and personality bond of sorts. We were similar in many ways! I saw Mother and she as Mary and Laura Ingalls, and the same with my sister Margo and I--the older ones of the pairs were pretty and proper... while we both, the younger ones, were the creative parts of the pairs. I showered her with questions, and loved to listen to her speak about just about anything. Most especially the faith. She told me so much about her pilgrimage to Europe when grandmother took her to Lourdes to bathe in the miraculous water--and her version coming from within, and I've always loved hearing it. We leafed through art books and saints books together, and she taught me so so very much about the life of faith and virtue!

I thank God for her presence in my life, for being a wonderful second mother to me, and I pray for her today. May God give her peace and comfort in her golden years.
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Friday, October 24, 2014

On the treadmill


I just got off my treadmill. The very fact that we own one is already highly accidental--it was a discard from friends who bought a new, better, less hiccup-y one than this one. I said 'I'll take it', before actually believing I'd ever get on it. Last winter the girls and I got on it sporadically. It was pitiful for me. I'd drag through 15 minutes and I would maybe get to .6 miles.

Since a couple of weeks ago, I have joined WW and a Facebook fitness/weight challenge group with like-minded Catholic moms. You know it's a Catholic group when we can actually earn points for sacrifices we make--which probably takes away any heavenly rewards from said sacrifices, :-) 

So I've been on it. I decided this time I'd measure time and not distance--I need to walk for 45 minutes a day to get my daily points! And I also discovered that the little garage window next to it faces South, and the green space by the townhouse. Even in these cool fall temps I've opened it a couple of times! 

I've discovered I have an extensive list of films I have never watched--mostly French romantic comedies recommended by my little sis, the one at the Abbey in Germany. No one in this house would want to watch them with me. So I've watched "The Widow of St Pierre" and "The Untouchable" and now a delightful film with an older Michael Cain where he is a retired professor in Paris. I've also been watching the many video-lectures for my online class on the Writings of Laura Ingalls.

Anyway, I've been doing my 45 minutes in installments as I can't do it all at once... but today, engrossed in the film, I kept going, and going... until I was way past a mile! I confess, I had tears in my eyes. Ah ah ah, this is nothing for most people but it was huge for me! Wish me luck!! 

Update October 26: yesterday I did the 45 minutes stretch all in one session for the first time!

Tuesday, January 01, 2013

My sister Margot


She was Mary, I was Laura Ingalls. She was pretty and quiet, I annoying and loud. She was kind, and everyone adored her, I the opposite. We shared our room all our lives until her marriage and how I missed her. My sister Margot's birthday is today and we spoke the phone. I want to write about her every year on her birthday because my love for her is so deep. She is one of the most loving people I have ever met. Her life has not been easy--not by a stretch--and yet her faith has not wavered, and neither did her constant ability to bring joy, laughter and love to others!


Lord in heaven, Father, Lord dof Love and of Lord of families,
keep my dear sister, I beg You, in Your most loving hands.
Send her moments of joy and love, and consolation, and rewards for her constant love of others.
And please, if it be Your will, Lord, 

that she and and I will still be able to spend time together in this life.
May we also be together with our dearest Mamae in heaven one day, whose goodness and counsel still guide us.
Amen

Tuesday, June 26, 2007

Posted on Love2Learn today

Who carved the Mountain? The Story of Mount Rushmore by Jean L. S Patrick, illustrated by Renee Graef, 2005, Mount Rushmore History Association, 32 pages, hardcover.

Our family was delighted to visit Mount Rushmore recently, along with several other Love2Learn families. Since we live in South Dakota, Mount Rushmore books have proeminent and permanent diplays in our library system's many branches. Who Carved the Mountain saw the inside of our weekly library bag many times and became our favorite Mount Rushmore picture book. When I saw the warm, familiar cover at the Mount Rushmore gift shop's window, I could not resist it: I went inside resolutely and by the time I came out, our family was the proud owner of a copy of this beautifully illustrated volume!

Who Carved the Mountain features the many people associated with Mount Rushmore in attractive, friendly and educational double-spread pages. There are twelve of these, depicting Doane Robinson who first thought of the project, artist Borglum, the four presidents, the project's workers and more. Pictured in warm colors and rich in detail, they are also described in verse and on an interesting-tidbits-full sidebar. The text on each page is just enough, providing both brief enough descriptions and meaty enough content. The verses are told in a first person perspective:
The Pointer

I am the pointer
I make the marks on the mountain

First, I work in Borglum’s studio
I measured the models of our presidents
And I multiplied each number by twelve.

I loved the math, the complicated math.
The mouths would be eighteen feet wide!

Next I climbed Mount Rushmore.
With a pointing machine and a paintbrush
I marked measurements on the rock.

The workers knew exactly where to drill
Because I made the marks on the mountain.

Who drilled the holes in the mountain?

Each set of verses lead up to next person to be described: the stone carver, the "power man", the presidents, Borglum and his son--they are all there. The sidebars offer a biographical sketch and curious and interesting facts about each one.

Illustrator Renee Graef, known to Catholic homeschoolers as the Laura Ingalls' picture books illustrator who captured so well the original Garth Williams pictures, and from Melissa Wiley's books' covers, did a fabulous job bringing the feeling of the Black Hills to her illustrations, as well as the historical and complex technical details of the carving. Her portraits of the four presidents sitting by their desks are also warm, rich and just lovely to enjoy.

Available at your favorite bookseller.

Reviewed by Ana Braga-Henebry, M.A., and Nancy Gerdes

Thursday, April 04, 2013

Here and there on the Blogosphere, and reflections on writing

So on Facebook I came across a blog that for some reason intrigued me: this couple with children buy a house with cash, sight unseen on the Internet, leave job and California behind, and move to Michigan. Catholic Homeschooling. And funny, very funny. Their blog is called, of course, House Unseen, Life Unscripted. I was fascinated and read on: their Before & After posts (turns out husband is handy and they re-did the whole place and very frugally so), their adventures, their kids--and their personal stories. I finally found the connection as I knew there *must* be one!: they met at University of Dallas where he was a Classics major and she a newly convert--from Hare Krishna of all things. The blog is witty, and wonderful. She is very talented and oh so like-able, and real!

From that blog I found another conversion story with an artistic and 'magnetic' twist: Melissa and her paper dolls on Etsy!

And I also visited Conversion Diary, the hugely successful blog by prolific Jennifer Fulwiler. She is about to have a baby with medical complications galore, but that won't stop her from checking out a book on  recipes for cocktails! I had been looking for her piece lately on the huge Supreme Court issue at hand--on redefining marriage--and I find it the best explanation yet on my own position on the subject. I wish I had written it, that's how much I enjoyed it.

And then... from Conversion Diary I found and read a piece by new blogger Matt Walsh on how he hated the film LesMiserables. Every sentence in his post is hilarious. I don't remember laughing so hard reading a blog, ever. (Laughing like this generally ensues while reading McCall Smith's academic adventures in bed, on paper). The funny thing is, I loved the movie and yet nodded at all of his takes! Go figure. The point is, he is funny while talking on the film's accidentals. He never touches on the story behind it, which is indeed left unknown to the movie viewer who hasn't read Victor Hugo's monumental work. His witty remarks also do not touch on the depths of the redemption story behind it--and how Grace works. He left that alone and I don't think accidentally so. If you could use a laugh, don't miss it!

All of this blog-reading makes me think about my own tiny corner of the blogosphere. Those blogs ooze readers, ads, videos, links... in a dizzying pace! As I write here by this sunny window and endless prairie landscape, I know I write mostly for myself:  writing has been part of my life, one way or another, since early age. I used to journal, for years... and then I wrote youth stories for fun.... and then long, heart-felt and poetic, personal handwritten letters between the more involved papers for college and graduate school. Those letters too, I wrote as much for myself as for my recipients, as they were journals of sort. Those days before scanners and home computers I actually xerox-copied many of them. They are in a box in storage, along with the letters from my MamĂŁe... who was ten times the writer I am, and a poet to boot. When she was still alive we talked often of my desire to write--even way early when we enjoyed Laura Ingalls' books together, she would already encourage me to write something like that later in life. (Husband does it as well. He has been encouraging me to write fiction, which  haven't touched since my adolescence. My recent winning of the writing contest pleased him immensely. Maybe it is because fiction is just so far removed from his long, excellently-written if dense scientific papers...)

When I moved to the USA international calls were too expensive, thank God, so long international letters filled my writing-needs. But then phone calls got cheaper, and the Internet and email became a much more efficient mode of communication... and the blog was born, I believe, from my personal need for artistic output.

I shared this quote on Facebook the other day:

"I write because I don't know what I think until I read what I say."
                                                                                           Flannery O'Connor

And this coming from the best writer of English in my opinion. I know it is to satisfy my own need that I write, and yet every gift or personality trait we have is a gift from God. We are responsible for using them well! So it is also a need for me that what I communicate here help spread His kingdom. He sends, just at the right times, the emails from readers near and far telling me that I am on the right track. (May my readers, please, point it to me if it is otherwise!)

But my dearest mother, and excellent husband, and others couldn't have encouraged me as yesterday's comments did. As a writer I see myself in the quandary many expats share: I can no longer write in my native tongue, and English is to be forever a second language. But I remember always one grad school professor, a visiting lady from SMU, who once told me that I could do it, one day. We had just read two short stories by Conrad and Nabokov, both of which wrote in English which was not their native language,  and we were discussing their command of this language. Who knows, one day.

Sunday, October 11, 2015

My review on Amazon of Dr. Pepino's translation

The link for the book is here. 



My review:



I have lived for thirty years with English as a second language, my first language being also a Romance one. Translating has been, all these years, a constant activity for me, both in writing and in my mind. I have raised our children in a language I did not speak as a child, so I have had to re-imagine family stories in a new, English way. Furthermore, during my graduate studies I studied translation at the Center for Translation Studies at UTD. This is all to say that I can well value to quality of the translation this book offers.
There is a modest, wonderful phrase towards the end of the Translator's preface: "... at bottom, ...[this translation] seeks to stay out of the way of the intimate bond of friendship ... that develops between the memorialist and his reader." Now, that is wonderful indeed. That is exactly the translator's quest: to bring to the reader the best version of the original, adding necessary explanations and staying "out of the way" of that author-reader relationship. We readers understand that relationship. 
I grew up reading literature that came to me mostly by translation, be it from English, French or Russian... sometimes others such as German or Polish. That is not the case with Americans. I see in my children's high school reading lists: there is virtually no translated works. Except for what our children have read that was proposed by their parents: Verne, Hugo, Tolstoy and the like, their reading assignments stopped short of continental Europe, the British Isles offering plenty of fodder for American readers without the need of a translator. One who grows up reading translated works learns to identify problems faced by translators early on. As a child I could already pinpoint translator's issues by reading the Laura Ingalls books! The translators were not the same from one published volume to the next, and I was fascinated by how differently they chose to describe details and events of the Western pioneer life in America, marred by brutal winters that were utterly foreign to Brazilian readers. 
Back to the Dr. Pepino's translation: I have been but once, and very briefly, to Paris, but was able to have a first hand glimpse of that world. The memoirs' first pages throw us right into that world, and the translator's notes help the curious, knowledgeable reader locate oneself with precision into the Paris map. Just as helpful are the brief notes about people and references that come up again and again. The translator knows well which ones will be foreign to the American reader. His bottom-of-page notes do exactly what the translator promises to do: to place us there in the author's literary landscape, at the same time "staying out of the way". He makes this difficult task seem easy. 
We readers are far removed from that world both in time and space, and Dr. Pepino's notes are so welcome to the reader. I mean, there are hundreds and hundreds of them, on the bottom of each page, making this probably them most annotated translation I have ever seen. Every obscure publication, work of art, musical composition, place, religious house... every reference is carefully placed, explained, geographically located or cross-referenced for the reader. How wonderful to have this wealth of explanatory notes when reading such an intricate story taking place in another continent! 
Add Pepino's beautiful choice of vocabulary and sentence structure, in a careful balance between keeping the French-flavor and making it unencumbered for the American reader. The text is a delight to read: the language flows easily and one is caught into the world the author is telling about. Again, this "disappearing" on the part of the translator is what makes it superior.
I will stay here, saying what a pleasure it is to read an interesting autobiography of a man who lived to see first hand what many would like to have seen. A book translated and annotated so painstakingly and beautifully.

Sunday, March 17, 2013

Miscellaneous on Saint Patrick's Day!

So here is moi in Husband's digs, attending some talks and the dinner at the Geography Convention. The keynote speaker, Geographer Joseph Kerski, gave a wonderful, entertaining an fascinating talk with a live projection. I talked to him at his stand and he gave me several gifts to take to my young Geography students. I told him how Geography has been a favorite of mine since I was a little girl, and how we loved Mapping of the World with Art.

Update 3/18: Found a photo I took of Husband and the keynote speaker, and it turned out so nice.

I went around town with a Realtor and looked at several possibilities. It is very strange to think about living in a house in town again... where is all of the green space? I was only willing to look at house with plenty of bedrooms for all of the grown kids to have a room when they come home... although I haven't even heard of a house with... 8 bedrooms in our price range. I did look at one with six bedrooms though! Of course there is a little cabin... one bedroom plus loft... right by Lake Campbell, the same lake Laura Ingalls went on a Sunday afternoon with Almanzo long, long ago. Just 15 minutes from the campus. The realtor and I laughed at the possibility in the car, and mentioned how we could easily rent an RV when the kids come home for the holidays.

And then we have also listed our acreage, and a date for an Open House. So we are slowly getting the House ready again for showing. With Spring attempting to give us a few signs of life, cleaning feels good!

Happy Saint Patrick's Day!

Wednesday, January 30, 2008

Another book meme

I found this at CurtJester this morning via googlereader:

1) Which book do you irrationally cringe away from reading, despite seeing only positive reviews? Harry Potter. But irrationally wouldn't be the right word.

2) If you could bring three characters to life for a social event (afternoon tea, a night of clubbing, perhaps a world cruise), who would they be and what would the event be? A summer cabin perhaps by the water would do for me. And our companions, because Husband would be there too, would be Flannery O'Connor (after all she is a character in The Habit of Being in a way), Lizzie and Darcy, Kristin Lavransdatter, Laura Ingalls (she's also a character!) and my newest friend Aloysha.

3) (Borrowing shamelessly from the Thursday Next series by Jasper Fforde): you are told you can’t die until you read the most boring novel on the planet. While this immortality is great for a while, eventually you realise it’s past time to die. Which book would you expect to get you a nice grave? Any Chesterton. (Did I say that?)

4) Come on, we’ve all been there. Which book have you pretended, or at least hinted, that you’ve read, when in fact you’ve been nowhere near it? The Brothers Karamazov. I didn't pretend, but I have hid the fact that I have yet to work through it. The only reason I am admitting it now is because I am happily announcing I am finally doing it, page by page.

5) You’re interviewing for the post of Official Book Advisor to some VIP (who’s not a big reader). What’s the first book you’d recommend and why? (If you feel like you’d have to know the person, go ahead and personalise the VIP). Brideshead Revisited. Why? It's a great Catholic book, a page-turner, and a well known, respected author.

6) A good fairy comes and grants you one wish: you will have perfect reading comprehension in the foreign language of your choice. Which language do you go with?
French, of course. Ah, to read some of the greatest literature in the original.

7) A mischievous fairy comes and says that you must choose one book that you will reread once a year for the rest of your life (you can read other books as well). Which book would you pick? Pride & Prejudice... but I believe I may already do that.

8) I know that the book blogging community, and its various challenges, have pushed my reading borders. What’s one bookish thing you ‘discovered’ from book blogging (maybe a new genre, or author, or new appreciation for cover art-anything)? Not sure it comes from blogging, but I wouldn't have read the Portuguese Irregular Verbs series if not for blog readers Susan and John.

9) That good fairy is back for one final visit. Now, she’s granting you your dream library! Describe it. Is everything leather bound? Is it full of first edition hardcovers? Pristine trade paperbacks? Perhaps a few favourite authors have inscribed their works? Go ahead-let your imagination run free. It looks very much like a conglomeration of my friends' libraries: Susan R. in NJ, Anne M. in NE and Nancy here. All of the books recommended in good homeschool programs are there, as well as the complete works of every great author. Every Ignatius Press, Sophia Press and Bethlehem book is there! What else would I want?