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Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds – It’s Really about a Kid’s Drawing!
Tuesday, September 29th, 2009I clearly remember being seven years old and listening to Elton John’s rendition of the Beatle’s Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds in my suburban backyard… Looking up at the sky and imagining a girl there, possibly me, floating with diamonds, a rainbow in the background (I guess due to the colorful imagery in the song), and clouds, in a jungle of tall flowers.
That’s the image I saw in my head every time I heard the song… until years later, when I became a teenager, it was dashed to the ground, and shattered upon being told that the song was about drug use. Somehow that tainted the song for me and made it less interesting… somehow mundane… not of a person’s own, pure imagination, but drug induced.
Today, my childhood image has been redeemed. I learned that the song actually came from a childhood drawing by John Lennon’s son Julian. You can see the drawing below. When John asked his son what the drawing was about, Julian said, “It’s Lucy in the sky with diamonds.” Lucy was Julian’s playmate in school.
The song “Lucy in the Song with Diamonds” was also influenced by Lewis Carroll. Paul McCartney said, “We did the whole thing like an Alice in Wonderland idea, being in a boat on the river, slowly drifting downstream with those great cellophane flowers towering over your head. Every so often it broke off and you saw Lucy with Diamonds all over the sky.”
That is a much more interesting origin of this song! What’s more, it lets me remember my original conception of it… and feel like that’s what it was really about… the feeling of the innocent, colorful, originality of childhood.
Oh happy day! To regain a childhood perspective!
Hattip: Steve Bunche’s Blog
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On a sadder note, the real Lucy Vodden (née O’Donnell), Julian’s playmate, recently passed away from Lupus at the age of 46.
Robert Frost’s Proverb: “Good fences make good neighbors.”
Friday, September 18th, 2009The proverb “Good fences make good neighbors” has been around for a couple of centuries in different forms. One place it can be found is in Poor Richard’s Almanack by Benjamin Franklin. His version is: “Love your neighbor; yet don’t pull down your hedge.”
It’s interesting that the specific wording of the proverb, “Good fences make good neighbors” is fairly modern. It comes from Robert Frost’s poem Mending Wall from 1914. The poem centers around this concept and questions whether it’s true or not. Here’s the poem…
Mending Wall
Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it
And spills the upper boulders in the sun,
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.
The work of hunters is another thing:
I have come after them and made repair
Where they have left not one stone on a stone,
But they would have the rabbit out of hiding,
To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean,
No one has seen them made or heard them made,
But at spring mending-time we find them there.
I let my neighbor know beyond the hill;
And on a day we meet to walk the line
And set the wall between us once again.
We keep the wall between us as we go.
To each the boulders that have fallen to each.
And some are loaves and some so nearly balls
We have to use a spell to make them balance:
‘Stay where you are until our backs are turned!’
We wear our fingers rough with handling them.
Oh, just another kind of outdoor game,
One on a side. It comes to little more:
There where it is we do not need the wall:
He is all pine and I am apple orchard.
My apple trees will never get across
And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.
He only says, “Good fences make good neighbors”.
Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder
If I could put a notion in his head:
“Why do they make good neighbors? Isn’t it
Where there are cows? But here there are no cows.
Before I built a wall I’d ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offense.
Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,
That wants it down.” I could say “Elves” to him,
But it’s not elves exactly, and I’d rather
He said it for himself. I see him there,
Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top
In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.
He moves in darkness as it seems to me,
Not of woods only and the shade of trees.
He will not go behind his father’s saying,
And he likes having thought of it so well
He says again, “Good fences make good neighbors.”Listen to an MP3 of Mending Wall as read by Alan Davis-Drake for LibriVox
Listen to a different MP3 of Mending Wall as read by Teresa Montgomery for Librivox
The narrator of the poem is annoyed by his neighbor’s insistence that there has to be a fence between them. If only his neighbor would get beyond his father’s beliefs – originating in an old proverb – and reconsider his thinking.
What’s ironic is that Frost coined the new wording of a proverb: “Good fences make good neighbors”, while questioning the very wisdom behind it!
Reading of The Gingerbread Man
Thursday, August 27th, 2009I love the story of The Gingerbread Man!
Here you can hear someone doing a nice reading of it on YouTube…
Enjoy!
Mama Lisa
Poem – The Bee by Emily Dickinson
Friday, August 7th, 2009The Bee His labor is a chant,
His idleness a tune;
Oh, for the bee’s experience
Of clovers and of noon!Emily Dickinson – Poems XV
A Collection of Nursery Rhymes
Thursday, August 6th, 2009I’ve embedded this lovely book of nursery rhymes for you to enjoy! It’s A Collection of Nursery Rhymes… Nurse Lovechild’s Legacy (1916). Many of the illustrations are from the 18th and early 19th century Chapbooks. The book has been embellished by one of my favorite nursery rhyme illustrators: C. Lovat Fraser (1890 – 1921). You can click the arrow below to turn the pages or scroll with the other arrows on the side.
If you prefer to have it on your own computer, you can download A Collection of Nursery Rhymes from Internet Archive ! Just go to the link and choose “PDF” to download it.
Enjoy!
Mama Lisa
PS You can also come visit Mama Lisa’s House for a HUGE collection of Nursery Rhymes… many including illustrations, mp3s, midis and scores!
A Collection of Nursery Rhymes
Exhibition of Original Artwork from Golden Books
Thursday, July 2nd, 2009This traveling exhibition presents original illustrations from Little Golden Books. They celebrated their 65th anniversary in 2007. It includes 60 original illustrations from: The Poky Little Puppy, Tootle, Home for a Bunny, The Kitten Who Thought He Was a Mouse, The Color Kittens, I Can Fly, and more. Check out the following link to see where the Golden Books Art Exhibit is currently touring.
Slave Narratives
Saturday, June 27th, 2009Last month I posted several songs that originate from the period immediately after the slaves were freed in the US. They came from a study of Slave Narratives that the US government did in the 1930’s, some of which are posted on Project Gutenberg. Recently Linda Austin wrote about what she read of the Slave Narratives on her blog Cherry Blossom Memories. Linda gives an interesting summary of some of the Narratives from Arkansas.
Gobolinks
Thursday, June 18th, 2009
A Gobolink is like an inkblot, but it’s made for fun, not for psychological analysis! To make a gobolink, you drop a little ink on a sheet of white paper. Fold the paper in half and press down the ink on the two halves of the paper. Then you open the paper and you have a unified image. (You’ll have a mirror image on each side of the folded paper.)
You can see an old book of these images online at the Library of Congress. It’s called Gobolinks, or Shadow-Pictures for Young and Old, by Ruth McEnery Stuart and Albert Bigelow Paine. (New York: The Century Co., 1896). The authors wrote poems and limericks to go along with their gobolinks.
Here are a couple of my favorites from the book…
The Tail of Taddy Pole
There was a little polliwog
His name was Taddy Pole.
He lived within a little bog
Beside a crawfish hole.
And all the day did Taddy play,
Around a sunken log.
Until he lost his tail one day,
And then he was a frog.*****
The Faithful Notes
An old guitar once broke its strings,
And all the musical notes took wings;
They hurried away to lands afar
But two of them stayed with the old guitar.Enjoy!
Mama Lisa
A Nursery Rhyme Story and Illustration
Wednesday, May 20th, 2009Young nursery rhyme lovers will enjoy this little story featuring Mother Goose characters. Kids who aren’t familiar with a lot of nursery rhymes can learn new ones. I made each character linkable to a page where you can read that character’s rhyme. At the end of the story is an illustration that includes many of these beloved nursery rhyme characters.
MOTHER GOOSE’S MAY PARTY.
BY AGNES CARR.
It was May-day, and the sun popped out of bed early that morning to wake up the little birds and flowers, that they might clear their throats, and wash their bright faces in dew, by the time the old woman had swept the cobwebs from the sky, and left a beautiful blue roof over Gooseneck village; for they knew it was the 1st of May, and that dear old Mother Goose, who taught the Kindergarten, or infant school, was going with all her little scholars to have a May party under the trees in the merry green wood.
And the children knew it too, and they were all on hand bright and early- Tommy Green and Johnny Stout, Humpty Dumpty and Little Bo-peep, Jack and Jill, Little Boy Blue in a brand-new suit of clothes, and Goldilocks with her yellow hair flying in the wind, Tom, the Piper’s son, and poor Simple Simon, the dunce of the school, with many others that we have known and loved-and all brought baskets filled with good things for their dinner.
"Oh, won’t we have fun!" said Margery Daw to Jacky Horner. "I hope you have got something nice in that big basket of yours."
"Yes, indeed," said Jack. "Cook made me a lovely pie, and stuffed it just full of plums. I will try and pull one out for you;" and he lifted up the napkin over the basket, and was trying to break a hole in the pie-crust, when Mother Goose came in, and seeing him, said, "Here, here, Master Jack! keep your fingers out of the pie. I never saw such a boy. He sticks his thumb into everything, from Christmas pies to inkstands."
"Oh, Mother Goose, do let us start!" shouted the children.
"Yes, yes, my dears, very soon. We are only waiting for Contrary Mary. I have sent Nimble Dick for her; and here they come now."
Sure enough, there was heard a jingling of bells, and in danced Mary, quite contrary, with her fingers covered with rings, and her apron filled with flowers from her garden, with which to make a wreath for the May-Queen.
And now they all started, walking two and two, with Mother Goose at the head, holding the youngest scholar, Baby Bunting, tight by the hand, for fear he should fall down and tear his new rabbit-skin overcoat, while Tom, the Piper’s son, played "Over the hills and far away" on his pipe, and all the little folks danced and skipped along to the gay tune.
When they reached the pleasant wood, they were all glad to sit down on the green moss and rest awhile; and Mother Goose said, "The first thing is to choose a May-Queen: now who shall it be?"
"Goldilocks!" "Goldilocks!" shouted the children, for they all loved the dear little girl with pretty hair and sweet blue eyes.
"Oh, no, no!" said Goldilocks, and she hid behind Tommy Tucker.
But they made her come out and sit on a throne formed of Miss Muffet’s tuffet, scattered over with wild violets and May-flowers, which grew all around; and Contrary Mary put a beautiful crown of "roses and lilies and daffadown-dillies" on her golden curls, and she looked just the dearest little May-Queen in all the world.
Then all the children joined hands, and danced round the throne, singing,
"Hail to the Queen of May
On this our festal day!
Gay flowers we’ll bring,
Sweet blossoms of spring,
To crown our Queen of May."The little Queen then gave each one a flower, and let them kneel and kiss her tiny white hand; and then they scattered through the woods, and played "Oats, peas, beans," tag, and other games, until Little Boy Blue blew a blast on his horn, which meant "Come to dinner"; and when they all came running back at the call, they found Mother Goose had a table-cloth spread on the grass, and all the biscuits, cake, and fruit from their baskets set out on green leaves, while in the centre stood Jack Horner’s pie, a bowl of curds and whey that Miss Muffet brought, and a plate of strawberry tarts sent by the Queen of Hearts; and Jack and Jill were bringing a pail of nice cold water from the spring.
How hungry they all were, too, and how good everything tasted! while they had such a laugh at little Miss Muffet, who screamed and ran away when a great daddy-long-legs walked across the table.
They ended the feast with the plum pie, which the little Queen cut, and gave every one a piece; and they all said it was so nice. Jack Horner felt quite proud, and thought he was a bigger boy than ever.
After everything was eaten up, Margery Daw and Little Bo-peep washed the dishes, while Little Boy Blue went fast asleep under the fence, and Mother Goose told all the little ones a story, until the cobwebs began to come over the sky, and the sun whispered to the little birds and flowers it was time to shut their peepers for the night, when they started for home, Goldilocks the Queen riding in the middle of the procession on big John Stout’s shoulder; and when they bade their teacher a tired but happy good-night, all said they had had the nicest kind of a day, and hoped next year Mother Goose would give them another May party.
GOING HOME FROM THE PICNIC.-Drawn by Jessie Curtis.
This seems to be the order of characters in the illustration above: Simple Simon, Contrary Mary, Tommy Tucker, Little Bo-peep, Tommy Green or Johnny Stout, Humpty Dumpty, Nimble Dick holding Goldilocks, Little Boy Blue, Tom, the Piper’s son, Jack and Jill, and Mother Goose carrying Baby Bunting
Enjoy!
Mama Lisa
Chenodia – Mother Goose in Dead Languages
Sunday, May 10th, 2009Chenodia, The Classic Mother Goose (1871) by John Bigelow was just released online. It appears to be the traditional English nursery rhymes translated into Latin and Ancient Greek.
If anyone knows anything else about this text, please let us know in the comments below.
Mama Lisa
Singing – A Poem by Robert Louis Stevenson
Saturday, May 9th, 2009SINGING
OF speckled eggs the birdie sings
And nests among the trees;
The sailor sings of ropes and things
In ships upon the seas.The children sing in far Japan,
The children sing in Spain;
The organ with the organ man
Is singing in the rain.
The Online Children’s Book, "Our Children" ("Les enfants") by Anatole France
Thursday, May 7th, 2009Project Gutenberg just released an online version of Anatole France’s book "Les enfants" in English. It’s called "Our Children", which is a collection of little stories for kids. It has some lovely illustrations.
I read a couple of stories from it to my daughter yesterday and she enjoyed them. The book is from around 1886. So I think it was interesting for her to see how they lived then. The first story, Fanny, is about a little girl visiting her grandmother. Her grandmother cooks by the hearth and the little girl carries a pocket knife to cut her food. It’s very quaint! Here are some of my favorite illustrations from the story.
Some of the stories have ideas that we might find a bit different in today’s day and age. There’s the story called The School. It starts out with an interesting idea, even if the way these children comport themselves in school would be stiff by today’s standards – at least in the US…
I declare I believe Miss Genseigne’s school is the best school for girls anywhere in the world. I maintain that those who believe and say the contrary are false and misleading. All Miss Genseigne’s scholars are well-behaved and diligent. There is nothing so pleasant as to see them, with their little stiff bodies and their heads so erect. You would say they were so many little bottles into which Miss Genseigne was pouring knowledge.
It’s the illustration that goes with this idea that’s so great…
The last story in the book is called The Little Sea Dogs. It’s about children whose relatives are sailors. They’re waiting for them to return from sea.
This story reminds us of how much harder life was in those times. It ends by discussing the fickleness of the weather. A storm can capsize a ship, leaving women widowed. Sad ending, but it’s important for children to know that we generally live in a safer, more comfortable world than ever before.
The book Nos enfants is online in French too. I found that one a bit difficult to navigate. Perhaps it might be easier to check out the text only version of Nos enfants in combination with the English version that has the illustrations.
Enjoy!
Mama Lisa
Nursery Rhyme Illustrations
Tuesday, May 5th, 2009I’ve just started adding illustrations from The Only True Mother Goose Melodies to my nursery rhyme site, Mama Lisa’s House of Nursery Rhymes. This book was published and copyrighted in Boston in 1833 by Munroe & Francis.
All the rhymes from the book are already part of the site. So it’s nice to add these classic illustrations. They look like they were done as block prints. Here you can see their version of Baa Baa Black Sheep…
Baa, baa, black sheep, have you any wool?
Yes, marry have I, three bags full,
One for my master, and one for my dame,
And one for the little boy that lives in the lane.I’ll try to pick out some of my favorites and post them here as I go through the illustrations.
Hope you enjoy them!
Mama Lisa
Feel the Breeze, Smell the Earth
Sunday, May 3rd, 2009The noiseless little noises of earth
Come with softest rustle;
The shy, sweet feet of life;
The silky flutter of moth-wings
Against my restraining palm;
The strident beat of insect-wings,
The silvery trickle of water;
Little breezes busy in the summer grass;
The music of crisp, whisking, scurrying leaves,
The swirling, wind-swept, frost-tinted leaves;
The crystal splash of summer rain,
Saturate with the odors of the sod…With alert fingers I listen
To the showers of sound
That the wind shakes from the forest.
I bathe in the liquid shade
Under the pines, where the air hangs cool
After the shower is done…This lovely passage was written By H. Keller. Many of us have preconceived notions about Helen… having grown up with hearing her story. This passage, gives a different perspective, of living life through feeling… feeling subtle things that we don’t normally pay attention to, but that were Helen’s whole world. The idea of noise as felt through a rustle… The idea of silver as imagined through the feel of a trickle of water. Shade being simply the feeling of cool air on your body… the smell of sod, the forest after the rain.
What a lovely passage!
You can read the whole text this comes from online. It’s called A Chant of Darkness from the book, The World I Live In (1910). If you click on the PDF, it starts on page 183.
“Where the Wild Things Are” Trailer
Monday, March 30th, 2009Check out the trailer for the upcoming movie adaptation of Maurice Sendak’s Where the Wild Things Are. (Coming out on October 16, 2009.) It looks awesome!
Thanks to Troy McDonald at PeekaBookaZoo for pointing this out!
Portrait of Shakespeare – It might be him… yet it just might not…
Monday, March 9th, 2009A lot of mystery still surrounds the life of William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616). No one can really say for certain… but this is now believed by some scholars to be the only portrait painted of Shakespeare that he actually sat for during his lifetime. It’s thought to have been painted in 1610, when he was 46 years old.
What some scholars find interesting about it is that if it is Shakespeare, he appears to be more affluent than previously thought.
Not all scholars are convinced that it is actually Shakespeare though.
You can see other “portraits” of Shakespeare online at the BBC – most thought to have been done posthumously.
You can read more about why this portrait is thought to be authentic and about its history at The Shakespeare Birthplace Trust and other points of view about it at Times Online – Is this the real Shakespeare at last?
Walter de la Mare Poem “SOME ONE”
Thursday, March 5th, 2009Nancy wrote to me looking for: “the complete poem by Walter de la Mare which starts with: ‘Someone came a-knocking on my wee small door….’”
Here is Walter de la Mare’s poem called SOME ONE:
SOME ONE
Some one came knocking
At my wee, small door;
Some one came knocking,
I’m sure – sure – sure;
I listened, I opened,
I looked to left and right,
But naught there was a-stirring
In the still dark night;
Only the busy beetle
Tap-tapping in the wall,
Only from the forest
The screech-owl’s call,
Only the cricket whistling
While the dewdrops fall,
So I know not who came knocking,
At all, at all, at all.You can find this poem online in PEACOCK PIE A Book of Rhymes by Walter de la Mare.
Here’s another poem from the book you might like…
SILVER
Slowly, silently, now the moon
Walks the night in her silver shoon:
This way, and that, she peers and sees
Silver fruit upon silver trees;
One by one the casements catch
Her beams beneath the silvery thatch;
Couched in his kennel, like a log,
With paws of silver sleeps the dog
From their shadowy cote the white breasts peep
Of doves in a silver-feathered sleep;
A harvest mouse goes scampering by,
With silver claws and silver eye;
And moveless fish in the water gleam
By silver reeds in a silver stream.Hope you enjoy them!
Mama Lisa
Coraline… A Film Worth Seeing in the Theater
Saturday, February 21st, 2009I read Neil Gaiman’s book Coraline when it came out in 2002 and enjoyed it – so I figured the film was a good bet.
I was worried by the clips of this film, that it might be a little scary for my 7 year old daughter. But it looked wonderful and I knew it was a good story. So, I let her know it had a happy ending and said let’s try it out.
My husband, daughter and I all enjoyed it.
It was a 3D film – so it was fun to wear the glasses – but I don’t think that was even necessary. It was really beautifully made even without that. The colors in parts remind you of how you see colors in your childhood – everything it brighter and more vivid.
Afterward, I asked my daughter if she thought it was scary and she said, “Not really”. I checked with her 6 year old friend who had seen it a day or two ago. She said it was scary, but worth seeing. Though her 3 year old brother was really frightened by it.
Here you can see a trailer. If it seems like your type of film, I’d recommend trying to see this one in the theater.
Abe Lincoln the Boy
Friday, February 20th, 2009This week I started reading Abraham Lincoln by Carl Sandburg. It’s very well written.
In the early pages of this book, you realize that Abe was a kid just like any other kid. For example, he wrote this at about eleven (can’t you imagine your kid writing this?):
Abraham Lincoln is my nam[e]
And with my pen I wrote the same
I wrote in both hast[e] and speed
and left it here for fools to readAbraham Lincoln his hand and his pen
he will be good but god knows WhenKids love to write poems like this one!
Earlier in the book you realize what a different world Abe really grew up in. When he was seven, his family moved from Kentucky to Indiana. Though Abe was only at that point nearly eight, he helped his father build their family a log cabin, with the help of neighbors.
Now every time my poor kids have a little chore to do and they complain about it, I can’t help but say, “Abe Lincoln helped his father build a log cabin when he was only 7 years old!”
Here’s how Sandburg described that time in Abe’s life: “It had been a hard year… They had to chop down trees, clear away underbrush, on what few acres they planted after plowing the hard unbroken sod. Their food was mostly game shot in the woods nearby… One drawback was water supply. Abe or Sarah (his sister) had to walk nearly a mile to fetch spring water… They were part of the American Frontier, many others like them breaking ground never before broken, settling a new midwest territory.”
This makes you think how different and difficult life was back then. Yet it’s part of what helped shape who Abraham Lincoln was to become as a man.
Many thanks to Lila for the drawing of Abe!
Poem: “If You Saw a Goat Buttoned in a Coat”
Sunday, February 15th, 2009Here’s a fun little poem I just came across in a book from 1885 called Friends in Feathers and Fur, and Other Neighbors by James Johonnot.
If you saw a goat
Buttoned in a coat;
If you saw a rat
Dressed up in a hat;
If you saw a lamb
Take a slice of ham;
If you saw a bear
Combing out its hair;
If you saw an ox
Opening a box;
If you saw a pig
Eat a nice new fig;
If you saw a mouse
Throwing down a house;
If you saw a stag
Picking up a rag;
If you saw a cow
Make a pretty bow;
If you saw a fly
Take its slate and cry-
You would surely say,
"What peculiar play!"
Or would surely sing,
"What a funny thing!"Enjoy!
Mama Lisa
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