Dietrich Bonhoeffer (1906-1945) theologian and member of german resistance movementChildren seldom misquote. In fact, they usually repeat word for word what you shouldn't have said.
Oh, the comfort, the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person, having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but pouring them all out, just as they are, chaff and grain together, certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and with a breath of kindness blow the rest away.
George Eliot (1819-1880)novelist. Pseudonym of Mary Ann Evans
ProverbPeace is a daily, a weekly, a monthly process, gradually changing opinions, slowly eroding old barriers, quietly building new structures.
John F. Kennedy (1917-1963)35th president of the U.S.
Logic will get you from A to B. Imagination will take you everywhere.
Albert Einstein (1879-1955) physicist, philosopher, peace activist
You know you've made it when you've been moulded in miniature plastic. But you know what children do with Barbie dolls - it's a bit scary, actually.
Cate Blanchett (b. 1969) actorLife is intrinsically, well, boring and dangerous at the same time. At any given moment the floor may open up. Of course, it almost never does; that's what makes it so boring.
Edward Gorey (1925-2000) author, designer and artist
notes on photos:
1) brianna and kenny trying out toys from a long by-gone era at hale farm and village, bath, ohio. july 2008.
2) me with my much loved raggedy ann. I remember having raggedy around throughout my childhood, once I went off to college, she mysteriously disappeared. she was much loved and hence much stained; I expect raggedy was the victim of some sort of purging campaign waged by my mother. however, I never had the nerve to ask and what would be the point anyway? photo taken by my dad, fall of 1956, san diego
3) em and her much loved mouse. mouse was the first 'toy' I bought for em while she was still yet a promise (e.g. I was 6 or 7 months pregnant). mouse is still around although he is now missing the black pom-pom on the end of his nose. he is still loved and adored by all the children who visit avenue c as evidence by the photo on the right of eli cuddling up with mouse (and his much beloved 'cozy' - half frog, half 'blankie'), january 2006. oh the photo above was taken in gigi's (em's great-grandmother's) garden, harwood mines, pennsylvania, summer 1982.
4) this is a photograph of my brother (in center) and two friends - I have no idea who the friends are, perhaps one went on to be a pilot and the other loves to ride motorcycles. the picture was snapped by my dad. the original a slide and later scanned and converted to digital. san diego, 1957 or 1958.
5) eli playing with the most classic of all toys - wooden blocks. who doesn't enjoy playing with blocks? december 2005.
6) ms t enjoys playing imaginative play with toy animals. the critters she is holding are artifacts from em's childhood . they were quite the rage in the mid 1980s and sold in family sets. em had families of raccoons, mice, squirrels, rabbits, and bears - each critter wore an adorable little outfit. unfortunately, these outfits are immediately removed by children of a certain age and a real pain to put back on - which explains why now we have a lot of animals au natural and a big pile of clothes.
7) barbies at the home of z who will be turning 16 in just a couple weeks. in case you haven't been paying attention, barbie is having a very significant birthday in just a few days. on march 9th, barbie will be celebrating her 50th birthday. I remember getting my first barbie in 1964. all my friends started getting barbies and so I desperately wanted a barbie. but my parents, sensible and frugal individuals that there were, weren't about to just go out and buy me a barbie. my mother told my brother and I that if we could learn to type, then we could choose a toy. at age nine, I learned the rudimentary skills of touch typing, as a reward I chose a barbie! I can't remember if my brother was motivated enough to learn how to type, and if he did what toy he chose, he would have been twelve. when I was a girl we tended to have one barbie and the big deal was to accumulate outfits. my barbie, like I, wore mainly handmade outfits. photo taken summer 2008, virginia.
8) baby bert (a rescued abandoned broken toy) now spending his days as a whimsical woodland nymph. the catskills, ny summer 2008