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RE: Mary Evelyn's Koffee Klatch
12/30/2011 6:39:15 PM
Hey Evelyn and All.

As you know this is a topic that's very close to my heart. I've been a voracious reader all my life and in today's age find my self reading even more then I did in the past.

Without the internet I read at least 2-3 books a week and nowadays with the internet I still read 2-3 books but also find myself reading away on the net as well.

I'm fortunate that I don't sleep much at night (around 4 hours a night if I'm lucky 5-6 tops) so that's when I do most of my book reading and when taking a break from the computer screen. :)

I believe that one of the major problems is that our younger generation aren't reading as much as we did at their age and that's very unfortunate. I tried and am happy to say succeeded to instill in my daughters the same love of reading that I have. My eldest daughter is like me and my younger daughter doesn't read as much but she always has a book in her hand bag to read when she has some free time. My eldest is also instilling the love of reading to her children. Her eldest Ofri who's in the second grade reads all the time and loves it.

There's nothing like picking up a book and getting lost while reading it.

Thanks so much for raising this topic.

Shalom,

Peter

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Hi friends, what a coincidence this article by Alan Caruba is. Just a couple of days ago a good friend and I had a discussion on just this topic and I told my friend about going to our small town library when I was in high school and checking out books to read. Even though I lived in the county the high school was in town and we had to ride a bus to and from school. Well my route was the second run in the afternoon and we had about an hours wait for the bus to return from the first run of delivering students back home. The library was about four blocks from the high school and I would walk there and check out books to take home to read, not only for myself but for my brothers and sisters too. I was the oldest of the bunch. In the four years I attended high school I eventually ran out of anything to read, as our library was very small. I would read a lot of books in a week and sometimes one a day, if it wasn't too long. So when I opened my daily email from the Canada Free Press this article really resonated with me. Oh what precious memories. :) To this day I still love to read. Hope everyone enjoys this.

Keep a book at hand. Some of them will become lifelong companions

The Magical Mental Exercise Called Reading

- Alan Caruba Wednesday, December 28, 2011

In 1942 my parents purchased a home in a picture-postcard suburban New Jersey community and the first improvement they made was to have bookshelves installed on the rear wall of the living room along with more in one corner. They had brought a lot of books with them and anticipated reading many more.

The living room was a library. An indelible memory of mine was of both parents reading. My father was a graduate of New York University, having worked his way through while attending night school. Mother occasionally lamented not having attended college, but Mother also taught in the adult school of the community for three decades and authored two books in addition to many magazine columns.

An authority on haute cuisine and wine, she garnered honors from the British and French Sommelier Societies, as well as from Germany. She was profiled in The New York Times. The word for a person like Mother is autodidact; a fancy way of saying self-taught.

Earlier and well into the 1930s through the 1950s Americans devoured books and often spent precious dollars to purchase sets of the Harvard Classics—we had them—and either the Encyclopedia Britannica or Americana—we had the latter. The Book of the Month Club was very successful as was a magazine called Reader’s Digest.

I was reminded of this by a very entertaining new book, “Blue Collar Intellectuals: When the Enlightened and the Everyman Elevated America”, authored by Daniel J. Flynn. The introduction begins with a reflection on popular culture, “Stupid is the new smart”

This isn’t, however, just another lament about the sad state of present-day education or popular culture. Instead, it is a look back at America in the pre-World War Two era up to and beyond when television began to occupy the time many used to devote to reading books. Ironically, Flynn notes that television played a powerful role in popularizing several of the people he identifies as intellectual icons.

“For much of the twentieth century,” wrote Flynn, “there was a concerted effort among intellectuals to spread knowledge and wisdom far and wide. Correspondingly, many regular people took full advantage of the great educational effort. The idea was that America depended on having a well-rounded, educated citizenry.” This was not a new idea because from its earliest years Americans valued knowledge for its own sake.

“Twentieth-century America witnessed a democratization of education, unparalleled in human history,”says Flynn. I mentioned that my Mother taught gourmet cooking in adult schools. This was a phenomenon that began after World War Two. In addition to the GI bill that encouraged returning servicemen, mostly still young, to attend college, adult schools sprang up in communities as a way to quench the thirst for knowledge among the parents of those in college who, because of the Depression and the war, had not had the opportunity to acquire a higher level of education.

Common among the intellectual icons that Flynn identifies as having made learning popular was that all of them came from humble, often hardscrabble beginnings. They were not the children of wealth and privilege. They were people who knew what it meant to work for meager wages, but yearn for great achievement. All were denizens of local libraries and veracious readers. Of those who became members of the faculties of distinguished institutions, their roots gave them a unique advantage whether the topic was history, economics, or literature. They had lived in the real world.

The “blue collar intellectuals” included Will and Ariel Durant, co-authors of “The Story of Civilization” that included eleven-volumes by the time they were completed. Another was Mortimer Adler who authored “The Story of Philosophy” and, in 1940, “How to Read a Book” which became the second best-selling book of that year.

Milton Friedman transformed economics while teaching at the University of Chicago for thirty years starting in 1946. He would win a Nobel Prize. “Friedman understood that economics wasn’t merely about numbers. It was about people.” His book, “Capitalism and Freedom”, challenged many of the New Deal liberal policies when published in 1962. As Flynn put it, the book “highlighted the disconnect between the intentions of do-gooders and the atrocious results of their deeds.”

I can still recall reading Eric Hoffer’s “The True Believer” some years after it was first published in 1951. Working as a longshoreman, a strike in 1946 gave Hoffer the time to begin writing the book and another in 1948 gave him the time to finish it. It has never gone out of print and it took the reclusive Hoffer from a modest life he greatly preferred to meeting with presidents. The book was about mass movements and was his response to the two worst of the last century, Communism and Nazism. His own lifetime of reading is reflected in this and other books he subsequently wrote.

Flynn ends with a look at Ray Bradbury, best remembered as a science-fiction writer, but like the others of a humble origin, beginning in Waukegan, Illinois in 1920. His books, “Fahrenheit 451”, “Something Wicked Comes This Way”, and “The Martian Chronicles” cemented his reputation. Flynn says that “the threat to the life of the mind comes not as much from people who burn books as from people who don’t read them.”

So, when you’re commuting to work, on a lunch break, or when a hundred or more television channels offer you nothing worth watching keep a book at hand. Some of them will become lifelong companions.

Editor’s note: To keep up with the latest in non-fiction and fiction, visit Caruba’s monthly report at Bookviews.com

© Alan Caruba, 2011

http://www.canadafreepress.com/index.php/article/43549?utm_source=CFP+Mailout&utm_campaign=aa2338dcc0-Call_to_Champions&utm_medium=email

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RE: Mary Evelyn's Koffee Klatch
12/30/2011 9:59:54 PM

Hi Myrna, you definitely got it right when you said "We are all one, we all hurt the same, we love the same, everything the same." That is so true.

I am enjoying this thread tremendously and it's all because each one of you has shared something about yourself that for the most part I did not know before. Again, thanks. :)

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10_1_136.gifReading is an interesting topic. When I began school, I was seted at the back of the class. I did not know it at the time, but I had a hearing problem. I ultimately did not pass the first year. When I would have an earache, my mother would scrape the inside of my ear with a bobbie pin saying that it would hurt a little, but that's all right. I was also held back in the fourth grade. Sitting in the back of the class. I might as well have been sitting on the dock of the bay. I would read the book in front of me rather than listen to the teacher, because I couldn't hear her anyway. One quick example. In the fourth grade we were given a math assignment. We were to do all the problems on page seven. As I had at times an echo in my ear, I heard page seventy. Page seven was two column addition while page seventy was four column mathe. I struggled, but when I turned in my math assignment I got an A+. I had every answer correct. Under that I received a big red O for failing to listen. When I showed my mother the paper, she told me that I was stupid because I didn't listen. I had asked my teacher on several occasions if I could sit closer to the front and she said that I did not have special privileges. Eventually, I would take books out of the library and study. I did this for the remainder of time that I was in school. However, I noticed something odd about our History books. The Native Americans were savages and the pilgrims were the good guys. While we were studying Early American History, I decided to check out some books written by Native Americans. As our teacher was explaining that the pilgrims were having a terrible time with some of the savages(Whereupon I said, "Whoa. Who were the savages?") and she said, "Why the Indians of course. They were killing the settlers that were trying to set up their new home." I responded, "Yes, but they were doing that by driving the Indians out of their villages." and she responded, "But they didn't belong there. That was our land." I laughed and replied, "So, as our forefathers travelled from the East Coast all the way to California killing the Indians that would not give up their land, the Indians that fought back were savages. Is that correct?" She smiled and said, "Now you understand."squawarrow.jpgI didn't. Later on that year we were reading about Ely Whitney and the Cotton Gin. I noticed that she had never made reference to his color, even though there was a picture of him in the book. Once again, I raised my hand. She rolled her eyes and said, "Yes Mister Caron, what is it?" I asked, "What color was Ely Whitney?" She droned out her answer, "Ely Whitney was white, which you would have know if you read the book."I laughed and said, "Evidently you didn't read the book or look at his picture. First, why would a white man invent a machine that would make things easier for the slaves to do their job?, and how many white men back then sported an Afro hair style. I don't believe they would have been liked very much by their peers." There were a couple of black students in the class who were the first to start laughing, and then everyone else chimed in. I got up, put my History book on her desk and said, "If you are not going to teach us the truth, I quit." I have always been very adamant on determining what is true and what is not. Sorry that O bored everyone.
GOD BLESS YOU
~Mike~
Hi Mike
This is beautiful, sorry to hear of your hearing problem, but you have learned a lot more and better things in your own way. We have been taught in school, on TV, newspapers and etc, to hate other races. I am so sorry it has taken me so many moons to learn about our brothers and sister of all races. We are all one, we all hurt the same, we love the same, everything the same. I am so glad to be waking up to all these blessings that we have and have been hidden. Thank God for the truth.(and the truth is LOVE).
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RE: Mary Evelyn's Koffee Klatch
12/30/2011 10:08:15 PM

Mike after reading your different posts I see the real you emerging. I really do appreciate your taking the time to share with all of us. You know the saying, we never get too old to learn. Hope Shirley's feeling OK today. Tell her I said Hi.

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10_1_136.gifFor years and even centuries, people everywhere have tried to be more God Like. Myna, hit on the perfect solution. (and the truth in LOVE)You don't have to have a college education. You don't have to belong to the Right church. You don't even have to worship inside a church. All you have to do is Love. My father was born in Canada and was proud to be Canadian. However I learned that he was even more proud of what else he was. When people asked what nationality he was, he would say, "I am French Canadian CANUCK!!" If our forefathers were not so blind way back then when they were building a new land, they would have been able to see by the actions and deeds of those that were already here. Although the United States of America is considered to be the greatest nation on Earth we still fall short of what we could have been. In everything that the Native Americans did, they did with Love. If they hunted, they took down enough to feed their family. No more, no less. They used every bit of the animal, meat, hide, bones. No waste. If they chopped down a tree, they grew another in it's place. When a child was born, it was raised to the Heavens in thanks for it's birth. My father lived his life according to the rules of his Canuck heritage. He was a butcher, and often times he would bring home extra meat, cuts that were not the proper weight, or left overs or whatever. There were families in the neighborhood that were poor. He would bring the meat to them so that they could have a decent meel. I asked him one day why he did that. I said that they could not ever repay him for what he did for them. He said that they did repay him. They smiled, with a tear of happiness running down their cheek, or they would get on their knees, and they would ask what they could do in return and he simply smiled and said, "Love."
God Bless You
~Mike~

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RE: Mary Evelyn's Koffee Klatch
12/30/2011 10:16:41 PM

Kathleen I pray you don't completely lose your hearing. I know how much you like listening to music and when you said you had an uncle who wouldn't wear a hearing aid reminds me of one of my uncles who also refused to wear his. My dad used to say it was because he wanted an excuse not to have to listen to certain people. :)

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Hi Everyone,

My youngest son also had serious hearing impairment since he was a baby, and had 4 tube surgeries, one per year from age 3 thru 6...probably what Roger calls "grommits" in the UK. In preschool, the teacher treated him as if he was mentally retarded, but he was a brilliant kid, he had taught himself to count change by that time, he's always been great at math, and after his first tube surgery, the preschool teacher said he was a different student the very next day, of course! He could hear and participate without being frustrated, he really blossomed immediately. He still has slightly less hearing than everyone else, he's almost 20 now.

I was told in high school that I was getting hearing loss, and shortly after that, a doctor told me I'd lose my hearing within 10 years, well it's been over 25 years now and the past few years have become gradually much worse, I wonder if it's hereditary, lots of my relatives also had hearing loss at a young age or since childhood. People do treat hearing-impaired people differently, treated as if stupid or with lack of normal comprehension, when that's not true at all.

One of my uncles really didn't like having a hearing aid, and my father won't get one, and he told me I probably wouldn't want one either because of occasional static or other problems. I just don't want one. Maybe someday, because it can be frustrating for other people when I don't hear them and they need to repeat themselves louder, but in maintaining my sense of humor, I'd say...that's not my problem, I don't know who's problem it IS, I guess it's the problem of the people who need to constantly repeat what they said, several times!

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RE: Mary Evelyn's Koffee Klatch
12/30/2011 10:26:35 PM

Peter you're the only person I know that has a collection of over 3,000 books. Only someone who loves to read can understand why someone else loves to read so much. I have a few but most of mine I have gotten rid of over the years, because I was short of space, so I don't have too many now. Back in my younger days I used to read a lot of romance novels, had quite a collection at one time, and never liked anything scary or science fiction.

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Hey Evelyn and All.

As you know this is a topic that's very close to my heart. I've been a voracious reader all my life and in today's age find my self reading even more then I did in the past.

Without the internet I read at least 2-3 books a week and nowadays with the internet I still read 2-3 books but also find myself reading away on the net as well.

I'm fortunate that I don't sleep much at night (around 4 hours a night if I'm lucky 5-6 tops) so that's when I do most of my book reading and when taking a break from the computer screen. :)

I believe that one of the major problems is that our younger generation aren't reading as much as we did at their age and that's very unfortunate. I tried and am happy to say succeeded to instill in my daughters the same love of reading that I have. My eldest daughter is like me and my younger daughter doesn't read as much but she always has a book in her hand bag to read when she has some free time. My eldest is also instilling the love of reading to her children. Her eldest Ofri who's in the second grade reads all the time and loves it.

There's nothing like picking up a book and getting lost while reading it.

Thanks so much for raising this topic.

Shalom,

Peter

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Hi friends, what a coincidence this article by Alan Caruba is. Just a couple of days ago a good friend and I had a discussion on just this topic and I told my friend about going to our small town library when I was in high school and checking out books to read. Even though I lived in the county the high school was in town and we had to ride a bus to and from school. Well my route was the second run in the afternoon and we had about an hours wait for the bus to return from the first run of delivering students back home. The library was about four blocks from the high school and I would walk there and check out books to take home to read, not only for myself but for my brothers and sisters too. I was the oldest of the bunch. In the four years I attended high school I eventually ran out of anything to read, as our library was very small. I would read a lot of books in a week and sometimes one a day, if it wasn't too long. So when I opened my daily email from the Canada Free Press this article really resonated with me. Oh what precious memories. :) To this day I still love to read. Hope everyone enjoys this.

Keep a book at hand. Some of them will become lifelong companions

The Magical Mental Exercise Called Reading

- Alan Caruba Wednesday, December 28, 2011

In 1942 my parents purchased a home in a picture-postcard suburban New Jersey community and the first improvement they made was to have bookshelves installed on the rear wall of the living room along with more in one corner. They had brought a lot of books with them and anticipated reading many more.

The living room was a library. An indelible memory of mine was of both parents reading. My father was a graduate of New York University, having worked his way through while attending night school. Mother occasionally lamented not having attended college, but Mother also taught in the adult school of the community for three decades and authored two books in addition to many magazine columns.

An authority on haute cuisine and wine, she garnered honors from the British and French Sommelier Societies, as well as from Germany. She was profiled in The New York Times. The word for a person like Mother is autodidact; a fancy way of saying self-taught.

Earlier and well into the 1930s through the 1950s Americans devoured books and often spent precious dollars to purchase sets of the Harvard Classics—we had them—and either the Encyclopedia Britannica or Americana—we had the latter. The Book of the Month Club was very successful as was a magazine called Reader’s Digest.

I was reminded of this by a very entertaining new book, “Blue Collar Intellectuals: When the Enlightened and the Everyman Elevated America”, authored by Daniel J. Flynn. The introduction begins with a reflection on popular culture, “Stupid is the new smart”

This isn’t, however, just another lament about the sad state of present-day education or popular culture. Instead, it is a look back at America in the pre-World War Two era up to and beyond when television began to occupy the time many used to devote to reading books. Ironically, Flynn notes that television played a powerful role in popularizing several of the people he identifies as intellectual icons.

“For much of the twentieth century,” wrote Flynn, “there was a concerted effort among intellectuals to spread knowledge and wisdom far and wide. Correspondingly, many regular people took full advantage of the great educational effort. The idea was that America depended on having a well-rounded, educated citizenry.” This was not a new idea because from its earliest years Americans valued knowledge for its own sake.

“Twentieth-century America witnessed a democratization of education, unparalleled in human history,”says Flynn. I mentioned that my Mother taught gourmet cooking in adult schools. This was a phenomenon that began after World War Two. In addition to the GI bill that encouraged returning servicemen, mostly still young, to attend college, adult schools sprang up in communities as a way to quench the thirst for knowledge among the parents of those in college who, because of the Depression and the war, had not had the opportunity to acquire a higher level of education.

Common among the intellectual icons that Flynn identifies as having made learning popular was that all of them came from humble, often hardscrabble beginnings. They were not the children of wealth and privilege. They were people who knew what it meant to work for meager wages, but yearn for great achievement. All were denizens of local libraries and veracious readers. Of those who became members of the faculties of distinguished institutions, their roots gave them a unique advantage whether the topic was history, economics, or literature. They had lived in the real world.

The “blue collar intellectuals” included Will and Ariel Durant, co-authors of “The Story of Civilization” that included eleven-volumes by the time they were completed. Another was Mortimer Adler who authored “The Story of Philosophy” and, in 1940, “How to Read a Book” which became the second best-selling book of that year.

Milton Friedman transformed economics while teaching at the University of Chicago for thirty years starting in 1946. He would win a Nobel Prize. “Friedman understood that economics wasn’t merely about numbers. It was about people.” His book, “Capitalism and Freedom”, challenged many of the New Deal liberal policies when published in 1962. As Flynn put it, the book “highlighted the disconnect between the intentions of do-gooders and the atrocious results of their deeds.”

I can still recall reading Eric Hoffer’s “The True Believer” some years after it was first published in 1951. Working as a longshoreman, a strike in 1946 gave Hoffer the time to begin writing the book and another in 1948 gave him the time to finish it. It has never gone out of print and it took the reclusive Hoffer from a modest life he greatly preferred to meeting with presidents. The book was about mass movements and was his response to the two worst of the last century, Communism and Nazism. His own lifetime of reading is reflected in this and other books he subsequently wrote.

Flynn ends with a look at Ray Bradbury, best remembered as a science-fiction writer, but like the others of a humble origin, beginning in Waukegan, Illinois in 1920. His books, “Fahrenheit 451”, “Something Wicked Comes This Way”, and “The Martian Chronicles” cemented his reputation. Flynn says that “the threat to the life of the mind comes not as much from people who burn books as from people who don’t read them.”

So, when you’re commuting to work, on a lunch break, or when a hundred or more television channels offer you nothing worth watching keep a book at hand. Some of them will become lifelong companions.

Editor’s note: To keep up with the latest in non-fiction and fiction, visit Caruba’s monthly report at Bookviews.com

© Alan Caruba, 2011

http://www.canadafreepress.com/index.php/article/43549?utm_source=CFP+Mailout&utm_campaign=aa2338dcc0-Call_to_Champions&utm_medium=email

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