Saturday, March 14, 2026

One Thousand Gifts: A Dare to Live Fully Right Where You Are

By: Ann Voskamp

Hennepin County Library hardcover 227 plus acknowledgements, Bible translations, and notes

Published: 2010

Genre: non-fiction, Christian life

 

Although a friend recommended this and I mostly really enjoyed it, there were times it seemed too esoteric and poetic. I guess I'm a bit more pragmatic and story-driven than I thought! Overall, it's an amazing book and one worth owning (to spend time with some of the poetic passages and marinate in their meaning).

 

Page 10: But of those years, I have no memories. They say memory jolts awake with trauma's electricity. That would be the year I turned four. The year when blood pooled and my sister died and I, all of us, snapped shut to grace.

 

Wow. This caught my attention and raised lots of questions. I liked the ways that Voskamp shared her back story. Her faith journey is deeply intertwined with what she experienced in childhood and adulthood. The thought of being "snapped shut" to grace breaks my heart.

 

Page 13: "No, I guess not anymore. When Aimee died, I was done with all of that."

 

This is her dad's response to Ann asking about going to church. Oh, this broke my heart. He also said, "If there really is anybody up there, they sure were asleep at the wheel that day." I can't imagine the trauma of losing a child to a horrible, senseless accident (the little girl was run over by a delivery driver). 

 

Page 15:  Ultimately, in his essence, Satan is an ingrate. And he sinks his venom into the heart of Eden. Satan's sin becomes the first sin of all humanity: the sin of ingratitude. Adam and Eve are, simply, painfully, ungrateful for what God gave.

 

The essence of Voskamp's book is the importance of giving thanks to God. She talks extensively of eucharisteo and how both grace and joy are tied up with communion with the Lord.  

 

Page 16: We look and swell with the ache of a broken, battered planet, what we ascribe as the negligent work of an indifferent Creator (if we even think there is one). Do we ever think of this busted-up place as the result of us ingrates, unsatisfied, we who punctured it all with a bite? The fruit's poison has infected the whole of humanity. Me. I say no to what He's given. I thirst for some roborant, some elixir, to relieve the anguish of what I've believed: God isn't good. God doesn't love me.

If I'm ruthlessly honest, I may have said yes to God, yes to Christianity, but really, I have lived the no. I have. Infected by that Eden mouthful, the retina of my soul develops macular holes of blackness. From my own beginning, my sister's death tears a hole in the canvas of the world.

Losses do that. One life-loss can infect the whole of a life. Like a rash that wears through our days, our sight becomes peppered with black voids. Now everywhere we look, we only see all that isn't: holes, lack, deficiency.

 

I don't know if this is the best example of how her prose can seem more like poetry . . . but I marked it. (I also had to look up "roborant" and found that it's basically a synonym for elixir.) She is unquestionably a talented writer, but I still struggled at times to follow her train of thought.

 

Page 17: I hunger for filling in a world that is starved.

 

I think that God places a hunger for Him inside us, to draw us near to Him. This is something that does make sense to me.


Page  21: There's a reason I am not writing the story and God is. He knows how it all works out, where it all leads, what it all means.

I don't.

 

The conversation that Ann has with her brother-in-law John . . . wow. We often try so hard to be in control. But God is the one in charge, not us. He knows what's best; not us.

 

Page  25: That haunting "C" word, the one with gluttonous belly and serrated teeth and the voracious appetite to divide and dominate. Cancer.

 

She woke from a nightmare, but the passage that really jumped out to me (in the pics below from pages 26-27) after this was "I want to live. Fully live." I have so many friends who have battled cancer. Her nightmare seemed very believable. 

 



 

She is so incredibly real and vulnerable here. Although a dream (nightmare), the fear and the experiences of day to day life are relatable. I appreciate her expressive use of language.

 

Page 29: Obviously, I have no words, no answers. I am groping for my own way. Desperately feeling along today for a way to live through this fleeting blink of a life.

How do we live fully so we are fully ready to die?

 

Wow. That's a loaded question. She raises a lot of questions with no easy answers. In a way, this would be an amazing book club book except that we would never finish talking about it! Voskamp is trying to find a way to respond to a mother whose 17 year old has been diagnosed with cancer. The idea of living "fully," is interesting to ponder.

 

Page  47: Gratitude in the midst of death and divorce and debt - that's the language I've got to learn to speak - because that's the kind of life I'm living, the kind I have to solve. If living eucharisteo is the key to unlocking the mystery of life, this I want. 

 

She also quotes Philippians 4:11-12 about being content with whatever one has.  

 

Page 62: "All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us." - J.R.R. Tolkien

 

For some reason, it really tickled me that she used this quotation from Tolkien. This chapter was on the sanctuary of time. She was washing dishes and saw beauty in the bubbles. "Science may explain mechanics, but how do the eyes of the soul see?" Honestly, from here on out, I just typed in the passages still marked with post-its so I could return the book. Here I am a few days later, adding my commentary.

 

Page 64: Oh yes, I know you, the busyness of your life leaving little room for the source of your life. . . .God gives us time. And who has time for God? 

Which makes no sense.

In Christ, don't we have everlasting existence? Don't Christians have all the time in eternity, life everlasting?

 

Ooh! I don't struggle with busyness the way I used to . . . but I'm still pretty good at cramming my days full of stuff. And I have definitely lived a life of busyness for most of my adulthood. But how can I have time to play Wordle and other games every day but be too busy for God's Word? 

 

Page 84: Joy is always worth the wait, and fully living worth the believing.

 

I love living a life of joy! I love the song "The joy of the Lord is my strength." Although I don't always feel joyful, the more I keep my eyes on Jesus and fill my mouth with praises, the more I do experience it. 

 

Page 91: Without God's Word as a lens, the world warps.

 

As someone who spends too much time on my news feed, this one grabs my attention. I need to be in God's Word and have Scripture printed on my heart and mind. 

 

Page 110: I have to seek God beauty. Because isn't my internal circuitry wired to seek out something worthy of worship? Every moment I live, I live bowed to something. And if I don't see God, I'll bow down before something else.

 

The "false idols" aren't always what we think they are. This is a good reminder - who is my master? If it's not the Lord, then it's something or someone of this sinful world.

 

Page  136: "Son? You can't positive-think your way out of negative feelings. About your brother, about me, about people. Feelings work faster than thoughts; blood runs faster than synapses."

 

Her frustration with her sons' arguing was another "real" moment. I love that she shares the realities of parenting. If this were a "holier than thou" book, I don't think it could resonate. But Voskamp is very genuine in sharing her own weaknesses and frustrations as well as the power of gratitude to God. 

 

Page 139: But the secret to joy is to keep seeking God where we doubt He is.

 

 I honestly don't know why I included this . . . except that sometimes we don't feel joyful, but seeking God is key.

 

Page 143:Just trust? When the farm economy is imploding and all around us farming families are losing their land or being buried in loans and debts, us all just hanging on by the skin of the teeth?

 

Farmers have to deal with so many more pressures than the rest of us. And they provide our food! 

 

Page 143: Always control - pseudopower from the pit. How I refuse to relinquish worry, babe a mother won't forsake, an identity.

 

Ooh . . . she's awfully hard on herself, but yes, some of us take on worry for things over which we have no control! I've definitely been there.

 

Page  144 - her childhood (pic of page) I like her autobiographical portions of the book . . . 

 

 

 

This is raw and painful. It is something I have not personally experienced, but know others who have struggled with cutting, anxiety, depression . . . 

 

Page 146: If I believe, then I must let go and trust. Why do I stress? Belief in God has to be more than mental assent, more than a cliched exercise in cognition. Even the demons believe (James 2:19). What is saving belief if it isn't the radical dare to wholly trust?

 

 She is both practical and philosophical in this book. She raises excellent questions and wrestles mightily with Truth.

 

Page  151: This living a lifestyle of intentional gratitude became an unintentional test in the trustworthiness of God - and in counting blessings I stumbled upon the way out of fear.

 

This is what I love about this book. I briefly thought about doing my own 1,000 things list, but I'm a bit too compulsive and practicing gratitude is an easy exercise for me. It's already become a habit - Praise God! - but I love how her practice transformed her. Later she quotes "Perfect love casts out all fear." (1 John 4:18)

  

Page 171: To receive God's gifts, to live exalted and joy filled, isn't a function of straining higher, harder, doing more, carrying long the burdens of the super-Pharisees or ultra-saints. Receiving God's gifts is a gentle, simple movement of stooping lower.

 

She references Jesus washing the disciples' feet. Serving others, stooping lower, is the way to the joy of the Lord. Some of us need to stop striving so much and adopt Jesus' posture!

 

Page 176: I know it well after a day smattered with rowdiness and worn a bit ragged with bickering, that I may feel disappointment and the despair may flood high, but to give thanks is an action and rejoice is a verb and these are not mere pulsing emotions. While I may not always feel joy, God asks me to give thanks in all things, because He knows that the feeling of joy begins in the action of thanksgiving. 

 

 Love this! Good summation of the whole book.

 

Page 192: At the last, this is what will determine a fulfilling, meaningful life, a life that, behind all the facades, every one of us longs to live: gratitude for the blessings that expresses itself by becoming the blessing.

 

This is a goal - becoming the blessing. Sometimes, though, we need to be cognizant of finding rest and refreshment for our own souls.

 

Page  197: While the Deceiver jockeys to dupe us into thinking otherwise, we who are made in the image of God, being formed into Christ's likeness, our happiness comes, too, not in the having but in the handing over. 

 

God is so good! I love the idea of "handing over" versus "having" for one's self.

 

Page 202 - panic attacks / flying to Paris alone / musician playing Psalms / 

 

I really did enjoy this book. And I did place a LOT of post-it notes in it. I'm not sure what I wanted to write about this section. Some of her anxiety reminded me of someone else I care about who struggles with anxiety. 

 

Page 223 (afterword): Every breath's a battle between grudgery and gratitude and we must keep thanks on the lips so we can sip from the holy grail of joy. 

 

The battle between "grudgery" and gratitude - made me smile. Sometimes as a SAHM (Stay At Home Mom), it's easy to feel as though your life is made up of food preparation, cleaning, laundry, etc. Chores and more chores. Her coining of the word "grudgery" I believe is a mix of "grudge" and "drudgery." 

 

I thought Voskamp wrote The Best Yes, but that was Lysa TerKeurst. Although friends raved about that book, it simply didn't speak to me. This one, however, bears a re-read and time to ponder. 

Wednesday, March 11, 2026

How to Cheat a Dragon's Curse

 

By: Cressida Cowell

(How to Train Your Dragon book 4) 

Libby audiobook 3 hours

Read by: David Tennant

Published: 2006 (This version 2013)

Genre: Children's fantasy

 

I'm really enjoying this series! In this story, Hiccup is worried about Fishlegs and wants to find the cure for a bite from a Venomous Vorpent. He goes to Hysteria to find the Vegetable-That-No-One-Dares-Name (a potato) against his father's demand that he not go across the ice to the land of the Hysterics.

 

Since Fishlegs is sick and cannot go with, Camicazi offers to go on quest with him. They make a huge impression with Norbert the Nutjob, Chief of the Hysterics. Hilarity and danger ensue. I loved Hiccup's maternal grandfather, Old Wrinkly, with his sooth saying and general observations about life.

 

I have too many books right now, so I'll hold off on requesting book #5 for a bit. 

Monday, March 02, 2026

Mr. Dickens and His Carol

By: Samantha Silva

Libby audiobook 8 hours

Read by: Euan Morton

Published: 2017

Genre: historical fiction


This is a very well-written book but I struggled to fully enjoy it for two reasons.


One, because it is fiction yet based closely on Dickens' actual life, I almost wished I'd just gotten a biography instead. I enjoy Dickens' writing and know a little about him as a person, but found myself wondering about the truth of his life and marriage.


Two, the idea of someone coming out of poverty (which I know about Dickens' childhood), allowing extravagant spending by his wife and hangers-on . . . was distressing. The author makes it seem as though Charles Dickens underwent a transformation just like his character Ebeneezer Scrooge, but profligate spending just isn't smart. Being parsimonious isn't desirable either, but that aspect of the story just really bugged me.


Oh! There was another irritant for me. Was Dickens faithful to his wife or did he have a wandering eye? Again, this goes back to separating the fact from the fiction. 


I'm pretty sure this book is the basis for the Dickens movie we watched a few years ago. (Nope. I had to look it up. The Man Who Invented Christmas was based on someone else's book in a similar vein.)


Now on to what I loved about it!


The way the author weaves in details about ghosts, names of characters, the theatre, book stores, plagiarism, etc. was masterful. This is a very well-crafted story and Morton's vocal work was excellent. I really did enjoy listening to the book, but I think I need to read a biography now . . .

Tuesday, February 24, 2026

The Bitter End Birding Society

By: Amanda Cox

Dakota County paperback 311 pages

Published: 2025

Genre: Christian historical fiction


I loved this book! I can't believe how young the author looks. This is the third title of hers I've read and I think she's just getting better and better. I want to read her other books now.

 

The setting alternates between the 1950s with sisters Viola and Cora and modern day with Ana. The connections between these women are unfolded a little at a time. This story is beautifully written.


I'm going to try to just hit some high points in this blog because here's what the book looks like:




There were parts in this book that made me laugh out loud. The author is so clever at weaving together details and themes . . . oh my. But this is just too, too much to blog about (or I'm just getting lazy).


We had a lovely book club discussion last night. As I'm starting to go through the book to remove my post-its, I'm having some "aha" moments (the author laid clues for later), laughing again (Lexi and Ana with Lexi's dates' nicknames, Cora's "unwelcome basket"), teacher moments, the dire Marilyn warnings, fantastic writing and imagery ("She exited the house, the wings that had felt so ready to lift off and soar now tucked tight against her." Viola being reprimanded page 77), the "Wally World" reference that made me think of my sister Louise, the bluebirds and hopefulness, . . . this is just a wonderfully written book!


Page 35: Huh. She'd always thought of God being way up in the sky looking down on His creation, watching them make a right mess of things. But directing people? How did a body know if it was the Lord leading or their own inclination?


Viola's questioning in response to young Trilby's plan to follow the Lord's leading is what I think a lot of us experience. It can be hard to know when it's your own idea / plan and when you are truly hearing from the Lord about decisions.


Page 44: He adjusted the brim of his hat and looked ahead as his truck idled along. "Fine is the biggest lie people tell. You ask someone how they are, and the answer is always fine, but it's rarely the truth."


Yes! I agree with Sam. A more honest answer is, "I'll be okay, but I don't want to talk about it."

 

Oh! The different stories about how Bitter End got its name! These were so interesting. We hear the first one from Frankie (coffee shop) on page 63. She tells Ana about the outlaws on the run being down to the bitter end of their coffee. Then Beatrice (thrift store) tells Ana about the bickering husband and wife hanging over the edge of a ravine, promising to love one another all the way to the bitter end. Cora said it was about moonshiners claiming the mountain's water was bitter to scare others away (page 307). And then Ana's own story (epilogue) to share with her students about a group of people who were in a bad spot and discovered that "hope and beauty were there somewhere, someway. But only if they slowed down and had the patience to watch for it."


There was also the theme of winding down one's life and dealing with stuff.


Page 68: How in the world could seventy-some years of living in one house be narrowed down to a few boxes? How did she decide what to leave behind and what to keep?

 

Page 197: It was a mystery how some trinkets and knickknacks were alive with meaning and memory while others were soulless souvenirs.


Ana is dealing with Cora's possessions and donating the excess. I can relate. Stuff is just stuff. The second is from Marilyn considering her and Cora's friendship and tokens of that time in their lives (corn husk doll and soapstone carving). Again, there are things that I love even though they aren't "valuable." they are just meaningful for me.


Page 127: Viola recognized the emotion. It was one she'd felt many times when someone with more experience stepped into a situation she felt ill-equipped to handle. 


Viola sees the relief on Cora's face when Viola shows up to help with their mother's miscarriage aftermath. That sense of relief when you're feeling overwhelmed and someone else steps up . . . priceless.


Page 134: Frequently getting lost in thought was a trauma response, according to the crisis therapist she saw for a few months after the incident.


This makes sense, but I didn't realize it. Sam was trying to get Ana's attention on a bird watching walk.

 

Page 149: "When your father stands before God someday, will God see the man who sang His praise and helped his neighbor, or the moonshiner who made his living in an illegal trade? Will God know me, who spoke beautiful words about His holiness with no one to hear because I thought I needed to convert people to my way of thinking before they could approach the throne of God?"


Trilby is having an important crisis of faith in his life. I love how the author portrayed faith from different perspectives. God is glorified in this book.


Page 215: "Name five things you can see. Four things you can hear. Three things you can smell. Two things you can touch. One thing you can taste."


Ana is trying to practice what her therapist taught her. I like this and think it's fun to try! Mindfulness is not something I'm adept at! (I actually made a notecard to try this.)

 

Page 231: Why did he constantly find himself in the role of confidant and comforter? It was as though his previous occupation clung to him like woodsmoke in clothes after sitting next to a bonfire.

 

Poor Sam! He's a pastor even though he doesn't feel able to fulfill that role any more. But I love Cox's imagery here! I can smell that smoke on clothes smell . . . 

 

Page 237: And in that moment Ana understood why she'd known better than to finish that statement. Because when a wound remained unhealed and untended, it had a way of warping time, keeping painful memories close to the surface.

 

It's easy for readers to say that Cora should have just gotten over what happened in her childhood, but this section really shows that some people still need healing for things that happened far in their past.

 

Page 248 - another place that made me laugh out loud. Oh, how I enjoyed this book. (I cried, too.) 

 

Pages 256-57 - Some of the back story about what really happened between Wild Wayne and Reverend Chambers. There is just so much to this story! Grace, redemption, friendship, forgiveness, 

 

Page 278: Having the capacity to forgive himself was as likely as sighting a blue-winged teal within the next few weeks. He hadn't missed Marilyn's pointed glare after he'd chosen a bird that was not exactly impossible to find but improbable this time of year. 


Oh, I love how this played out. Well done, Ms. Cox. I loved this book!





Monday, February 23, 2026

Enjoying God: Experiencing Intimacy with the Heavenly Father

By: S.J. Hill with Margaret Feinberg

personal copy paperback 147 pages

Published: 2008

Genre: non-fiction, Christian faith


I've been reading this as a sort of daily devotional. I have really enjoyed it and have underlined lots and lots of parts! I'm going to write a note in the cover and give it to someone else to read. (Whoever had it before me - Mark Lewis? - did a lot of their own underlining.)


I did make note of two other titles the author mentioned. Born After Midnight by A.W. Tozer and Personal Revival by Hill are books that I may want to get and read. But right now, I'm trying to get through some of what I already have on hand!


The other thing I wanted to blog about happened last week. I substitute taught T-F for my friend who has first hour prep. The office didn't need me to fill in another classroom, so I was craving that quiet morning time after homeroom to do my devotions and journal. A student wanted to visit with me and I basically brushed her off and sent her back to her Special Ed room. . . Then I read this sentence:


Sometimes all people need is a listening ear and a compassionate response.


Oh my. After I wrapped up my "morning time," I went and got the student to work on a project with her. God has a way of getting my attention and I definitely want to listen and obey!

 

I grabbed a different book off my shelf to start this morning and it just didn't grab me. So now I have a Ravi Zacharias book to use as a morning reading. 



Because of Winn-Dixie (reading log)

By: Kate DiCamillo

From my reading log (4 May 2007):

203 pages (I had copies in my school library.)

CDs Carver County Library 2:28

Read by: Cherry Jones


Indiana Opal brings home a scruffy dog from the Winn-Dixie store and convinces her father, the Preacher, that the dog is a "less fortunate" in need of her care. She and Winn-Dixie befriend many people in town on their way to letting go of the pain of her mother's leaving.

 

Sweet, sad, joyful story. I love this book! Too bad the protagonist is ten years old - that puts off many middle school readers.


Jones, Cherry - wonderful Southern drawl. Brings the different characters to life.

 

<Above from 2007. Below added February 2026.>

I knew I loved this book and so chose to listen to it again on Libby. I think I need to own a print copy!

 

As Opal visits the elderly librarian, the odd man who works at the pet store and plays guitar, and the "witch" going blind, she and Winn-Dixie are learning about community and caring for others. I just absolutely love this book. It's interesting that the loss of her mother (who left because of alcoholism and the pressure of being a preacher's wife) is not really resolved. DiCamillo is a brilliant storyteller.


India Opal

her dad, "The Preacher"

Miss Franny Block (the librarian)

Littmus Block (Franny's great-grandpa who invented the Littmus Lozenge after the Civil War)

Otis (pet store guitar player)

Gloria Dump, whose Sorrow Tree (or whatever she called it) is testament to her own battles with alcohol

Amanda Wilkinson (little brother Carson)

Dunlap and Stevie Dewberry

Sweetie Pie Thomas

Gertrude (the parrot who sits on Winn-Dixie's head and is very verbal)

 

I just love this book.

 



Sunday, February 22, 2026

You Deserve to Know

By: Aggie Blum Thompson

Libby audiobook 10 hours

Read by: Alex Picard

Published: 2025

Genre: suspense


I've listened to just over three hours of this book and have decided to allow myself to NOT find out what Anton thought Amy "deserved to know" or who killed Anton or why.


I did not like these characters. Any of them.


Anton and Gwen with their awful marriage, his infidelities and lies about his writing, Gwen being the "interloper" in Lisa's and Amy's friendship . . . just so much yuk.


Marcus and Lisa weren't much better. She lied and made excuses (fake ankle injury because she didn't like skiing, stealing Gwen's Xanax just to mess with her . . . ) and then admitted to keying an ex-boyfriend's new GF's car and only regretting it because she was caught on camera! What an awful human being!


Scott and Amy were interesting but also petty and fake. Scott's evasiveness and excuses, Amy's unwillingness to have boundaries for "the boys," . . . ugh. I just didn't like these people very much.


So despite my curiosity about the mystery elements of this story, I'm returning it unfinished. It's a gift I'm giving myself. Lots of other books await my attention!

Sunday, February 15, 2026

The Small and the Mighty: Twelve Unsung Americans Who Changed the Course of History, from the Founding to the Civil Rights Movement

By: Sharon McMahon

Scott County Library hardcover 281 pages plus acknowledgments and notes

Published: 2024

Genre: non-fiction, history


I had never heard of the author before. Apparently, her Instagram account "Sharon Says So" has made her "America's Government Teacher." I wish I'd had her as a teacher back when I was in school! She is a smart, thorough, thoughtful instructor who gives us a look at some overlooked people in American history.

Ch. 1-3 Clara Brown (freed slave who went west)

Ch. 4-5 Virginia Randolph (educator)

Ch. 6-8 Katharine Lee Bates (writer, America the Beautiful)

Ch. 9 & 12 Inez Milholland

Ch. 10 Maria de Lopez

Ch. 11 Rebecca Mitchell Brown

Ch. 13 France / Hello girls / suffragette groundwork

Ch. 14 Anna Thomas Jeanes (philanthropist, funded Randolph schools)

Ch. 15 William James Edwards (overcomer, worked with Jeanes)

Ch. 16 Julius Rosenwald (& Sears)

Ch. 17 Booker T. Washington

Ch. 18 & 20 Daniel Inouyes

Ch. 19 & 21 Norman Mineta

Ch. 22 Claudette Colvin

Ch. 23 Septima Clark

Ch. 24-26 Civil Rights in the South

Conclusion


I was trying to figure out which twelve people were the ones referred to in the subtitle . . . because she talked about many more than the fourteen I've named in these chapters! I don't think Booker T. Washington, Daniel Inouye, or Claudette Colvin are "unsung," but we all have different understandings of history depending on where we've learned it!

 

I originally got this book for my sister Ann. Her book club was reading it and I requested copies from both Carver and Scott Counties. But when I delivered one to her, she'd already purchased a copy! So I returned one and decided to read the other. Then my sister-in-law had a copy she'd gotten as a Christmas gift and I thought this is kind of a thing. I'm curious! I love to learn. But do I ever have a LOT of post-it notes in this! 


Page 4: Hamilton had been afraid that their efforts at the convention, in which a nation was birthed after the travail of a hot summer's labor, would not be enough. Would the union hold? Would the experiment in a new democracy ultimately prove successful? "In signing that compact he exprest (sic) his apprehension that it did not contain sufficient means of strength for its own preservation; and that in consequence we should share the fate of many other republics and pass through Anarchy to Despotism. We hoped better things."


Reading this in January 2026, I feared that were the Founding Fathers to see what our country is becoming, they would be disappointed. (Of course, they would also be shocked that women can vote and hold office, black people are free, etc.) But I am so sad for our country right now. Trump does whatever he wants and bowls down anyone who disagrees with him.


Page 9: In the distance, I saw them: auroras. The northern lights. Not the more common faint glow of green that we sometimes glimpsed from our second-floor bathroom window, but the kind that choreographed a ballet set to the unheard symphony of the universe.



She is a wonderful writer! I'm tempted to include a picture of these pages where she introduces herself. Plus, I love the northern lights. It's worth reading! Start on the left at the break.


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Page 10: In the days before the internet put the entirety of human knowledge at our fingertips, the library was my friend. The library, still the most democratic institution on earth, perched but a block away from my childhood home.

 

I love libraries! I love how she writes about the role of libraries in our society.

 

Page  24: If anyone tries to tell you the Civil War was a war for "state's rights," calmly look them in the eye, and ask, politely and inquisitively, what exactly the states wanted the "right" to do?


She was writing about the Dred Scott case and the real life experiences of Clara Brown who was sold and had her child taken from her and sold to someone else. She spent a lifetime trying to find her daughter.


Page 31: So no, America is not "the worst it's ever been" today, despite what some news anchors might be trying to convince you of, because if they can make you afraid, they can gain your attention and your money. Has anyone been beaten half to death on the floor of the Senate over the topic of whether it's cool to enslave people this week? No? Okay.


I'm not a huge fan of history, but I do know that it's important to study it and to be aware of how the past can repeat itself. I like how she puts things into perspective. (She wrote about Preston Brooks beating Charles Sumner to the point that "he was not able to resume his seat in Congress for three years" back in 1856.) Rhetoric can distract us from issues.


Page 36: Wherever she went, Clara became known for her kindness and her tenacity. If someone arrived in Colorado Territory, scrawny from hunger and with not a penny to their name, Clara would give him a place to sleep and food to eat until he could find employment.


This is the kind of hero I want to read about! This is the kind of person I want to be. 


Page 42: "She took Christianity to mean for someone to be Christ-like if they were a Christian. And I joke with my students that there are people who go to the church, to the mosque, to the temple, and there are those that follow their religion. And those are not necessarily the same people."


This is what Dr. George Junne said in his eulogy of Clara Brown. Religiosity and faithfulness are not the same thing. I love that Clara was Christ-like.


Page 52: From as far back as she could remember, Virginia had been taught to do the next needed thing. Don't worry about tomorrow, her mother reminded her, tomorrow will worry about itself. Virginia was always focused on the task at hand. What I could do next, Virginia thought as she arrived at school one morning, is fix this godforsaken driveway. 


Virginia Randolph was a force to be reckoned with! She moved ahead with educating black children despite no help from the white government. One thing at a time. Progress, not perfection. I like how she made a huge difference just by doing the next needed thing.


Page 55: "However, I would like to think I was chosen because I was a good teacher, and needed to share my knowledge and skills with others.  . . . When Mr. Jackson Davis appointed me to look after his Negro schools . . . he started a trend never to be abandoned; namely, the trend that there will always be someone caring and looking out for the education of Negro boys and girls. I leave the convictions of my parents as the heritage - a genuine belief in the power and glory of education."


This made me think of my parents and their strong beliefs about the importance of education. For Randolph to persist without financial or other supports . . . her perseverance amazes me.


Page 74: Henry Durant expected women who graduated from Wellesley to be fully on par with graduates of Harvard and Yale, and his watchwords were, "Aspiration! Adventure! Experiment! Expansion! Follow the gleam!"

Women's health was poorly understood at the time, and it was a common belief among men that pursuing too much education made a woman unfit for childbearing, as it diverted too great a blood supply to the brain and away from reproductive organs. Durant refuted this, arguing that a proper education strengthens the body and mind.


Wow. This seems so bizarre to me that people actually believed things like this (and probably, some still do . . . ) I'm thankful for people like Henry and Pauline Durant founding Wellesley for women in the 1870s.


Page 79: At the turn of the twentieth century, two women who lived together as partners were sometimes referred to as being in a "Boston marriage," with the subtext being that they were quietly in a romantic relationship.


I'm pretty sure I've heard of this before, but I'm writing it here to try to remind myself if I hear "Boston marriage" what it is referencing. Part of me is curious to dig into how this phrase came into being, but I have a lot of blogging left to do!


Page 91: The enduring appeal of the song, she said, "is clearly due to the fact that Americans are at heart idealists, with a fundamental faith in human brotherhood."


I love this positive attitude toward humanity. The fact that "Katie" Bates, who wrote and sang America the Beautiful, acknowledged people's love of her song without being a glory hog makes me happy.


Page 96: My favorite line from "Sister Suffragette" - perhaps one of the greatest lyrics written by the Sherman brothers and delivered perfectly by Glynis Johns - is, Though we adore men individually, we agree that as a group, they're rather stuuuuuuuupid. The look on John's face, with her huge doe eyes and her stilted vibrato, is priceless.


This made me laugh. And go to YouTube to find the clip from Mary Poppins. (This line is at :55.) My curiosity did not allow me to skip this reference . . . McMahon is talking about Inez Milholland and her work as a suffragette.


Page 98: Because they knew that a huge part of the country's opposition to their suffrage was opposition to Black women being enfranchised, white women were often willing to not just look the other way but to intentionally exclude Black women for the purposes of appeasing white men.


Oh, this makes me so sad. I remember when I first learned that voting rights for women and voting rights for black people were often at odds . . . . That last line "for the purposes of appeasing white men" just irritates me. But I know it is true. I'm so glad that God's love isn't dependent upon our skin or our gender.


Page 102: The next day, newspapers around the country published horrifying stories of violence and harassment at the hands of men who would deny women the vote. One of the organizers, Dora Lewis, said, "We were jostled, humiliated, insulted, and deprived of the right of protection. In our ranks were the foremost women of America, college women, social workers, lawyers, physicians, wives of Senators and Representatives, and all these were allowed to be insulted and their lives jeopardized by crowds of drunken men. The police would not even rope off the streets for us . . . the militiamen who were present along the route were all drunk." The granddaughter of Elizabeth Cady Stanton was hit by an intoxicated man while the nearby police did nothing. Another attempted to scale a float and throw a woman off it. Hundreds of demonstrating women had bruises creeping across their bodies and faces the next day. The only group that even attempted to help the marchers fend off the swarms were a troop of Boy Scouts.

After the parade, people immediately called for the chief of police to be fired. Newspapers ran images of what the crowds looked like during the suffrage parade compared to what they looked like the next day during the inaugural parade - in one, crowds clog the streets in chaos. In the other, the newly sworn in president is helped to proceed in an orderly fashion down the same road, the crowds standing neatly behind the lines set up by the police.

The Women's Political Union, a suffrage group, sent a telegram to Woodrow Wilson that arrived shortly before his inauguration. It read: "As you ride today in comfort and safety to the Capitol to be inaugurated as the President of the people of the United States, we beg that you will not be unmindful that yesterday the government, which is supposed to exist for the good of all, left women, while passing in peaceful procession in their demand for political freedom, at the mercy of a howling mob on the very streets which are being at this moment sufficiently officered for the protection of men."


Ugh. Sometimes I hate learning about American history. There is so much injustice in our past! And in our present . . . 


Page 105: There are Pueblo ruins in New Mexico that are a thousand years old. Well-organized civilizations existed here long before anyone settled New Amsterdam or Jamestown or even before Columbus sailed the ocean blue.


Yes, many die-hard 'Muricans forget that there were people here before any Europeans showed up . . . McMahon goes on to tell the story of Adam Fortunate Eagle going to Italy and claiming he "discovered" it.


Page 106: But the point was made: Adam Fortunate Eagle was featured in the international news with his "America did not need to be discovered by Europeans, it was already occupied" message.


This is a wonderful story and Wikipedia tells me that his trip took place in 1973. He was born in Red Lake, Minnesota! Interesting man.


Page 112: When her husband died in the 1850s, nearly everything they owned, right down to the clothes on her own back, became property of the state. If she wanted to keep her trunk of wedding gifts, the dishes on which she few her children, the chairs upon which they sat, she would have to buy them back from the government of Illinois. With the exception of the family Bible and a hymnal, she had nothing of her own.


I cannot fathom living in a time when I was the property of my father and then my husband and without them, I could have no rights at all. "Women had few rights of their own - not to own property, not even legal rights to parent the children she birthed." Women of the current era take for granted the rights that other women fought for all their lives!


Page 122: When Rebecca died in 1908, her strength having been slowly sapped by tuberculosis, an article in The Wilsonville Review mentioned that the WCTU was planning a marble monument to her. The Review wrote, "While a monument of marble would serve to perpetuate her memory, far richer monuments are the churches she has fostered, the schools she has founded, the libraries she has opened, the Sunday schools she has established, and men and women who are better men and women for having come in contact with her influence."


What a great testament to her impact! I'm sorry she worked herself to death, but what an amazing woman. I confess when I looked up the Spirit of Idaho Women statue McMahon references in a later paragraph, I saw "the Idaho capital" and thought, "What IS the capital of Idaho? Boise?" Yes.


Page 125: The women did not try to conceal their identities, didn't come armed, didn't break any glass or invade any private offices. They weren't there to kidnap members of Congress; no faux gallows waited outside the building. They came peacefully, stayed in the section designated for visitors, and left peacefully, confident that they had made their point.


The author is making a not-very-subtle comparison to some of the current administration's tactics and excuses for awful behavior, I think.


Page 126: As soon as possible, he said, you will need to get your tonsils removed. But in the meantime, he said, "Here, take these," handing her strychnine and arsenic pills, common (though deadly) treatments for infection in the decades before penicillin.

 

How awful! Instead of helping her heal, Inez Mulholland's doctor was poisoning her!

 

Page  128: They summoned another doctor. This one prescribed strong coffee and more strychnine.


I'm so glad to live in an era when doctors have a better understanding of the body and what is good for it!


Page 135: One of the best-known Hello Girls was a take-charge gal with a baby face named Grace Banker. 


These women who operated the telephone switchboards right in the midst of the war, relaying vital messages, were instrumental in getting things to change for women.


Page 141: Tellingly, Cher enjoyed more retirement benefits than the Hello Girls. That didn't change until 1977, when Merle Anderson of the Signal Corps, with the help of lawyer Mark Hough, finally got the attention of Congress.


Cher was a carrier pigeon. The Hello Girls were trying to gain official military status (and military benefits) since they had worn military uniforms, worked in the military, etc.


Page 159: Anna believed that people could decide for themselves what their community needed, and that people of all races should have equal seats at the table.


Anna Jeanes made life-changing decisions with her money! What a blessing that she asked people what they most needed. She helped especially with small, rural schools and she didn't want recognition.


Page 160: From our vantage point, this is ludicrous. Booker T. Washington has long been criticized for engaging in respectability politics - that if Blacks just acted the way that white people wanted them to, then there could be racial harmony. Washington, some feel, was participating in the system of white supremacy.


McMahon goes on to point out that Washington and other like him were working within an inherently racist system and doing the best that they could. 


Page 161: The Jeanes Story, published by former Jeanes Teachers in 1979, has a complete list of all of the teachers, including pictures of some of them. The overwhelming majority are African American women, but a tiny handful are men.


I'd love to see this book, but I need to get through the pile I already have on hand!


Page 162: They knew their work was important. But they had no way of knowing the true, lasting impact they had on generations of students, on the American South at large, and consequently, on America as a whole.


Yeah for teachers who make a difference in children's lives!


Page 163: But I love what one Jeanes teacher, Mildred Williams, said on this topic: "Gloom and pessimism must not overshadow the good which has grown out of the several years of the Civil Rights laws. Optimism must prevail and persistent movements continue, using every useful weapon at hand to make the dream, as stated by one of America's most recent forth-right Black leaders (Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.) a reality."


Yes to optimism and persistent movements!


Page 169: Within a few years, Sears was making money hand over fist. The company figured that the average American had several competing catalogs at their house, and they purposely made the trim size of theirs just a little smaller than their competitors. Logic said that when Edith in rural Kansas neatly stacked the catalogs in her home, the smallest one would go on top. They wanted the first catalog under your hand to be Sears.


Obviously, most of us don't use catalogs for shopping any more, but I thought this was brilliant! I remember the Sears catalog we used to have back in the 1970s . . . 


Page 175: Here again is the AND, the nuance that we must embrace with history. Our minds want to categorize people into one of two camps: Good or evil. Angel or demon. Most often, that viewpoint denies people the fullness of their humanity and can overlook positive contributions or ignore negative impacts.


She really is a good teacher and writer. I'm glad I read this book.


Page 179: Though he had long been generous with his time and money, after turning fifty, he felt lighter, less encumbered by the weight of riches.


She's writing about Julius Rosenwald and his philanthropy. He gave money to Jewish charities, an orphanage, Tuskegee Institute, etc. I love that he realized that he had more money than he needed and chose to be generous!


Page 193: The singular pain of the country of his ancestry attacking the country of his heart twisted his face. In a world where many Americans already hated the Japanese, it was like watching a slow-motion nightmare play out before his eyes.


The bombing of Pearl Harbor obviously changed American history in a huge way, but the seismic shift for Japanese Americans is heart-breaking. I'm kind of shocked at how incredibly patriotic many Japanese Americans were, even though the United States government treated them so badly.


Page 213: He ignored the advice of people who said he's never get elected as a Democrat and insisted that the reason he wanted to be a Democrat was that he thought that the Republicans wanted to protect property - what we have - but the Democrats wanted to protect people - who we are.


She's writing about Daniel Inouye and I've never heard the difference between the two major parties expressed quite like that.


Page 220: Bush said that "one of the important things about Norm's experience is that it reminds us that sometimes we lose our soul as a nation. That the notion of all equal under God sometimes disappears. And 9/11 certainly challenged that premise. I didn't want our country to do to others what had happened to Norm."


It's amazing how much fonder I have become of George Bush since Trump got into office the first time. The author is writing about Norman Mineta and quite frankly, the way she intertwined his story with Daniel Inouye's got a bit confusing. 


Page 241: Education wasn't only liberation, she came to realize; education was self-sufficiency. It was independence. It reduced your vulnerability, because it was much harder to cheat someone who could read and do basic sums. It was connection, allowing you to read and send letters to your loved ones. It was faith, because it let you read your scriptures.


I agree with Septima Clark's estimation of the value of education.


Page 243: Moral panics have been around since this country's inception, with the Salem witch trials being among the first widely publicized (and deadly) panics. Since then, moral panics have been used as a tool to subvert and dismantle movements that the dominant caste views as a threat. And this included civil rights. 


 







I hate that this is a thing and people get whipped into a fury over a non-issue.


Page 256: But these were not fringe beliefs in many of the evangelical churches in the South. This was how most white Christians at that time and in that place interpreted the scriptures. It was what they heard from their pulpits, and what they wanted taught in schools. White supremacy and white Christian identity are inextricably linked in American history. Facts don't require our personal approval for them to be facts.


Oh, this makes me so sad. How did people who love the Lord decide to support racist beliefs and practices as though it was God-ordained?


Page 259: "When I tried to squeeze past him, he raised his bayonet and then the other guards moved in and they raised their bayonets. They glared at me with a mean look, and I was very frightened and didn't know what to do. I turned around and the crowd came toward me. They moved closer and closer. Somebody started yelling 'drag her over this tree, let's take care of that n****r!'" 

These were ordinary white Arkansans whose vitriol was such that they were suggesting that a child seeking an education deserved to be lynched.

 

I had not ever heard of Elizabeth Eckford, but the thought of a teen girl being faced with this much hatred (simply because of her skin color) is just horrific.

 

Page  269: You'd be mistaken if you believe that Black women did not speak up. You'd be mistaken if you thought that Black women did not risk their personal safety to work for justice. You'd be mistaken if you thought these facts were never going to see the light of day again, swept under the rug of today's moral panic, the moral panic of learning about the real, true, beautiful, infuriating, horrific, meaningful history of the United States and calling it by some other boogeyman name like Critical Race Theory (it's not) or labeling it a divisive concept (it's only divisive if lies and cover-ups benefit you in some way.)

What is done in darkness must come to light.


This book is so powerful in presenting the stories of ordinary people who did extraordinary things.


Page 277: Claudette Colvin, the brave fifteen-year-old who refused to give up her seat, asked to have her criminal record expunged. Her request was finally granted in December 2021. She said in an interview when the request went through that she wanted her grandkids to "know that their grandmother stood up for something. Against the injustice in America. The laws will change, and a lot of people, not only myself, paid the price and made sacrifices. We are not where we're supposed to be, but don't take the freedom that we do have for granted."


Claudette Colvin was another extraordinary teenager who stood up for what she believed was right.


Page 281: I'd want you to know that despite all the things Gouverneur Morris got wrong - like the unfortunate whalebone - there was something he got very, very right. America at her best is just. She is peaceful. She is good. And she is free. And it is us, the small and the mighty, who make America great.

Not again, but always.


Nice. She wrote a wonderful book that I can finally return to the library!