Author Archives: Kathryn Bashaar

Turning 60 Part One: Childhood

It took me a while to really get started on my project to celebrate each decade of my life.  This little annoying thing called My Actual Life Right Now kept getting in the way.  But I did some fun things over the past couple of months to celebrate the first decade of my life:

1. In honor of my lifelong passion for reading, I donated 5 children’s books to the Grow Up Great book drive at work.

2. I took my mom out to lunch and told her what a great mom she’d been, how she had influenced me, and how her good example has broadened to the people whose lives I’ve influenced.  We both cried.

3. My mom and I took a field trip to the apartment building where she & my dad lived for the first 4 years of their marriage and the first 3 years of my life.  My mom told me some funny stories about myself as a child (for example:  I was a 2-year-old shoplifter.  Did I steal candy like any normal child?  No.  I took a book. Of course).  We both cried again.

4. I did a bunch of things things that I enjoyed doing as a child.  I went sled riding, I took walks in the woods, I re-read my favorite childhood books, and, geekiest thing of all, Al and I went to the town in Minnesota where my favorite childhood books were set.  My very favorite books were the Betsy-Tacy series, by Maud Hart Lovelace.  The books were based on her own childhood in Mankato and you can go there and still see many of the sites mentioned in the book.  Betsy’s and Tacy’s houses have even been turned into a little museum, which was my idea of heaven.  See pictures below.

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Here’s my mom in front of the apartment building where she spent her newlywed years.  My dad’s grandfather owned the building at the time.  My dad had lived there with his grandfather when he was in college and later lived there by himself as a bachelor.  This is where I lived until I was 3, when my parents bought the house my mom lives in now.

 

SONY DSCHere I am in front of my shrine, Betsy’s house.  It is restored to look as it did in 1897, the year the series begins.  We also visited other locations from the stories that are still standing, such as the old Carnegie Library and other friends’ houses from the books.  I loved these books because of the warmth of family life and friendship that they portrayed, the lively characters and the great historical detail about what they wore, what they ate, etc.

I’ll have a couple more childhood blog posts coming up, and then it will be on reading my diaries from my teenage years, all of which I still have.

On Turning 60

In the time of your life, live – so that in that wondrous time you shall not add to the misery and sorrow of the world, but shall smile to the infinite delight and mystery of it.” _ William Saroyan

I will turn 60 this year.  I have to be honest:  I really, really hate that.  I just sounds so much older than I feel.    So I decided to make it less awful by spending this whole year honoring the good life that I’ve had so far.  My plan is to spend one month this year on each decade of my life.  I will thank someone who had a positive influence on me, or did something nice for me, in that decade.  I’ll try to reconnect with someone from that decade with whom I had lost touch.  I will make an offering of some kind to honor something that was meaningful to me in that decade.  I’ll do things that I enjoyed doing in that decade.  And I’ll reflect on that period in my life, what I learned, what it meant, how it influenced what came later.

I’ll blog along the way, sharing the results of my activities and memories of the different stages of my life.  I’ll also ask for comments from others on how they remember the same period of their lives.  So follow along and please share your own memories on my site!

Quote of the Week: We are God’s poem



“We are God’s poem.”

Not Saint Augustine this week.  This is from our pastor at Zion Lutheran Church, Rev. Dr. Eric Riesen, paraphrasing Saint Paul.

A poem is beautiful and unique.  A good poem causes us to look at something in a fresh way.  It is tempting to read this quote and think about physical beauty, or to flatter ourselves that our mission is to express our unique creativity, or to think about what makes us happy, all daisies and beach sunsets and birthday cake with our favorite kind of ice cream.   There’s nothing wrong with any of that, but I think in creating us as poetry, God had in mind something more simple and profound.

Christ said pretty much nothing except this: love.  It was all he had to say and all he came here to be, a one-word poem.  We are created to bring our unique love to the other souls we encounter in this life.  Love, in the end, is the great work of every life, love in the face of fear, love in the face of hurt, rejection and utter exhaustion, love even when the night is moonless and the road ahead is long and harsh.  Love for each other, love for this lush, wild planet, love for every breath and every moment, love when your heart breaks from the beauty and the horror and, at last, the brevity of life.  You are the poem and the poem is love.

Saint Augustine Quote of the Week: on literalism

Long story short, folks:  Augustine wasn’t a Biblical literalist.  You can look it up.

“It not infrequently happens that something about the earth, about the sky, about other elements of this world, about the motion and rotation or even the magnitude and distances of the stars, about definite eclipses of the sun and moon, about the passage of years and seasons, about the nature of animals, of fruits, of stones, and of other such things, may be known with the greatest certainty by reasoning or by experience, even by one who is not a Christian. It is too disgraceful and ruinous, though, and greatly to be avoided, that he [the non-Christian] should hear a Christian speaking so idiotically on these matters, and as if in accord with Christian writings, that he might say that he could scarcely keep from laughing when he saw how totally in error they are. In view of this and in keeping it in mind constantly while dealing with the book of Genesis, I have, insofar as I was able, explained in detail and set forth for consideration the meanings of obscure passages, taking care not to affirm rashly some one meaning to the prejudice of another and perhaps better explanation.”

  • The Literal Interpretation of Genesis 1:19–20, Chapt. 19 [AD 408]

Quote of the Week: on freedom

“Things happen for reasons that are hidden from us…as long as we think they must proceed from what has come before, our guilt or our deserving, rather than coming to us from a future that God in his freedom offers to us.”

Not from Augustine this week, but from a book I read recently and loved, Lila by Marilynne Robinson, the best book I’ve read so far this year.  Here is a link to my full review: LILA

Proof that I can bring liberal Christian view to anything

I attended a poetry event yesterday evening that included a man reading a poem while dressed as a bear, a poem about insects infesting vaginas, and a poem that is sure to end a marriage, if it hasn’t already.  Oh, and a painted penis (and I don’t mean a painting OF a penis).

In the age of Honey Boo Boo and Kim K’s booty, this is the level of spectacle required to get attention to poetry.  Our daughter is the absolute queen of this sort of spectacle, and my husband and I like to support her artistic endeavors, so we are frequently in the audience for this sort of thing.  Otherwise, I would probably never in my life attend an event that included penis-painting.

Now that we have ceased to be shocked by their bacchanalian shenanigans, we enjoy ourselves as outside observers of this counter-culture.  I’ve developed an affection for these young (and some not-so-young) people with their defiance of the conservative norms that I’ve lived by.  A healthy culture needs a counter-culture, a group of people who are pushing the boundaries of what society considers acceptable, who explore the mental dark corners and wild places that most of us avoid.  Margaret’s events bring a strong dose of humor to this exposure, but they are exposure nevertheless.  They are anarchic, they are sometimes offensive, they are pure spectacle.  And last night it occurred to me why this kind of art is important.  First, it is a howl of freedom.  But, more subtly, it insists on showing us the dark, messy, wild aspect of being human, the parts that we conservative, clean-living folks would rather forget about.  And it is therefore the antidote to the sin of Pride, to the notion of self-mastery, to the idea that on our own we could ever be as clean as we like to seem.

In short, it forces us to consider how desperately out of control we really are and why we need salvation.