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5 August, 2010
Posted in: Siblings

Belgianwaffle wanted to leave you all a post to let you know that she is on holiday and won’t be posting for about 3 weeks. However as our mother would say “the day ran away with her” and she didn’t have time to leave her faithful readers this information.

Watch this space for holiday memoirs and dozens of photographs.

Belgianwaffle’s sister

Weekend Round-Up – More a Stream of Consciousness than an Actual Post

3 August, 2010
Posted in: Dublin, Family, Ireland

Let me see, the boys and I went to Dublinia which was dull but they seem to have come away with an abiding interest in bubonic plague. We went to mass where our parish priest dutifully hung Daniel’s picture of the crucifixion on a marble pillar. We had that great reading that starts “Vanity, vanity all is vanity”, which is both beautiful and pointed. Dinner with the cousins and in-laws.

Went to see the National Transport Museum which is appeallingly amateurish. The website is far more professional than the premises. Had lunch on a bench by the playground in Howth eating Beshoff’s take-away chips. A group of German tourists looked at us very disapprovingly. My sister rang from Bahrain and disapproved. Despite being sneered at for our poor eating habits/vulgarity, the children still didn’t eat anything. Daniel sucked the ketchup off his chips and then passed them on to the seagulls. Sometimes, I despair. Then, a walk at Howth Head where the Princess astonished us by running all the way. Michael did not surprise us; he insisted on travelling all the way back up on his father’s shoulders. Daniel was tired but manful.

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Then out to the cinema with sister-in-law to finally see Inception.

Reading

2 August, 2010
Posted in: Reading etc.

“Pig-Heart Boy” by Malorie Blackman

The author is an acclaimed children’s writer so I thought I would investigate. Pretty good I thought as a book but for a younger reader so, not really holding my interest. I am ambivalent about trying her “Naughts and Crosses” series. Does anyone have a view on these?

“George III and his Troublesome Siblings” by Stella Tillyard

Another book on George III. This one gave potted histories of the more troublesome siblings. And they were delightfully scandalous but overall the book was unsatisfactory. It should have hung together as all of the protagonists were members of the same family but there didn’t really seem to be great ties of affection between the siblings and their inter-relationships are pretty cold and formal. So it was like reading about several different 18th century scandals. All very well in its way but the author is trying to link them around the over-arching theme of family and it just doesn’t work. This is a very old fashioned family and the siblings do not enjoy the kinds of relationship which could make their interactions with each other particularly interesting. It’s hard to see how much of a personal relationship George III enjoyed with his sister Caroline who was 13 years his junior and married off to the Danish king at the age of 15. I can’t help feeling that it would have been better as a series of essays on each of the siblings. But then, I suppose, nobody would have bought it.

“Two Caravans” by Marina Lewycka

This is about a group of exploited migrant workers in the UK. I thought that it was a bit twee (unlikely given the subject matter but nevertheless true). It’s put me right off ever, ever buying battery chickens though.

“The Help” by Kathryn Stockett

I thought that this was interesting but a bit sentimental. My emotions are easily manipulated but this does not mean that I like crying every two pages when I am reading a book. It’s about the relationship between black maids in Jackson, Mississippi and their white employers. It’s cleverly plotted and has quite a number of threads to keep interest alive and the characters are well drawn although Hilly (baddie in chief) and Celia (white trash girl who married Hilly’s boy) are a bit one dimensional. But there are a lot of characters in this story and it’s hard to give fully rounded personalities to all of them, I imagine. The narrative device that drives the book forward is that a young white woman wants to talk to her friends’ maids about their relationships with their employers and write a book about it. I suspect the author, a white woman from Jackson, is alive to the irony of the fact that her own first novel about the relationship between black maids and their white employers is a best-seller. The author puts in an afterword where she talks about her own relationship with the black woman who looked after her when she was a child in Jackson. I must say I quite liked the fact that she admitted there that fact and fiction were somewhat blended in the text and how much the novel was driven by her own experience and imagining. Not bad then, I suppose.

“Citizen Lord” by Stella Tillyard

This summer appears to be the summer of the 18th century for me. This is the story of Lord Edward Fitzgerald and I was fascinated by it. I learnt all about the 1798 uprising in school. In fact, my best friend and I wrote a play about it which we staged for our class when we are 11. All I can really remember about the play now (lost, alas, to humanity) is the oath of the United Irishmen (which I think we invented but may have been based on the genuine article – a quick search of the internet was unhelpful on this point) which went something like: “This is the bloom of freedom – where was it first planted? In America. Where did it first blossom? In France. Where will it blossom again and strike down the foreign oppressor? In Ireland.” She got to be Wolfe Tone and I was stuck with the less exciting role of Edward Fitzgerald.

It is, however, very different to learn about the ’98 rebellion at school and at home (any mention of ’98, even 1998 was likely to lead to my mother reciting “Who fears to speak of ’98“?) and to read about it from the point of view of a British historian. She tells me a lot more about Lord Edward than I ever knew before. He sounds very dashing but just the kind of rebel leader we always have in Ireland: absolutely hopeless. As written, he seems to have been entirely motivated by republican ideals rather than the plight of the Irish peasant (always a bit grim, only one season of blight away from starvation and with no civil rights to speak of) which seems deeply unlikely. The account of his death, in jail, from his wounds is really very sad and there is an angry letter from his brother, Lord Henry, to the Lord Lieutenant which still has a sting over 200 years later:

“I implored, I entreated of you to let me see him. I never begged hard before. All, all in vain. You talked of lawyers’ opinions, of what had been refused to others and could not be granted for me in the same situation. His was not a common case – he was not in the same situation. He was wounded and in a manner dying, and his bitterest enemy could not have murmured had your heart softened, or had you swerved a little from duty (if it can be called one) in the cause of humanity.”

What I find oddest about the book and what Mr. Waffle refused to believe when I told him, is that the book ends with the death of Edward Fitzgerald and this is its focus. As he was dying and after his death, the rebellion was being crushed. The rebellion of which he was the reluctant leader is given short shrift, covered in a half page or so while his miserable demise is covered in very significant detail. I know that the author’s brief was to cover Edward Fitzgerald’s life but I cannot imagine an Irish historian writing a life of Edward Fitzgerald and covering the Battle of Vinegar Hill in the following short sentence: “Only in Wexford, where twenty thousand rebels marched into the town and proclaimed a republic, was there a tangible sense that political ideals were overriding economic and sectarian grievances and that was punished by the slaughter of thousands.”

The author seems to imply that ecomonic and sectarian grievances were not very worthy matters to base a rebellion on but as people were horribly poor and the majority catholic population were subject to the penal laws, it seems like a pretty good basis to me. The author herself says: “I have not attempted to describe or interpret the rebellion itself in my text, partly because it lies beyond Lord Edward’s life, and partly because it has been brilliantly researched and written about by the latest generation of Irish historians, both ‘revisionist’ and ‘nationalist’, who have put forward a convincing portrait of a political struggle aggravated by economic and sectarian grievances rather than the other way round, as had been promulagated until the mid-1960s.” I am not convinced by this explanation and I think that the book is the poorer for, essentially, leaving out the rebellion altogether.

Random Examples of Husbandly Virtue

31 July, 2010
Posted in: Mr. Waffle

Example 1.

Scene: Children and their mother sitting at the dinner table waiting for father to bring the dinner he has created from the kitchen. The cat plays happily under a nearby press. Mother notices that the cat is playing with a dead bird.
Mother and three children: Scream, dead bird, scream.
Father emerging from kitchen, grumpily, hands covered in breading: What?
Mother and children scream: The cat has a bird, the cat has a bird.
Father sighs, goes into the kitchen, washes hands, picks up a plastic bag, separates very peeved cat from the dead baby bird under the press and carries the bird to the bin. Then he washes his hands again and finishes making our dinner. You should know that it was not the father who insisted that the cat be added to the household.

Example 2.

Me: Michaela said she would never read a book by a nobel prize winner again after struggling through “The Year of the Death of Ricardo Reis.”
Him: Who’s Michaela?
Me: Remember the Swedish girl from the book club?
Him: Was she the giraffe? [A reference to a particularly tall but fortunately beautiful girl, also in the book club.]
Me: No, no, you must remember her, she’s the most beautiful girl I ever met. She looks like Michelle Pfeiffer.
Him: Nope, can’t remember her at all.

Example 3.

Me: Mr. Waffle has received a sum of money for his labours and I am afraid that he will spend it on unnecessary things.
Friend: Like clothes? No, no, I wouldn’t mind, if he spent it on something nice for himself, no I mean things we don’t really need.
Friend: Like what?
Me: Well, he really wants to buy a saw but I feel he’s already chopped down six trees with the old saw and there are only two trees to go.
Friend: He cuts down your trees?
Me: Well, yes.
Friend: I’d love a husband who cut down trees. What else did he spend the money on?
Me: He bought the children’s school books.
Friend: Really, that’s frivolous? I thought they had to have school books.
Me: Well yes, but, you know, not until September. He could have spent the money on going up in a hot air balloon now or something exciting.
Friend: Anne, buy the man a saw.

Sometimes, you need friends to point out to you things you can’t quite see yourself. Tell me about your virtuous husbands.

In spite of dungeon, fire, sword and mild social embarrasment

30 July, 2010
Posted in: Middle Child, Twins

When a friend visited last week, our children sat to draw at the table. Daniel approached me with his picture. “What’s that sweetheart?” I asked him. “It’s a crucifixion, Mummy.” he said, which, clearly, it was. We gave it to the priest after mass on Sunday and he has promised to hang it up in the church.

Travel Plans

29 July, 2010
Posted in: Siblings

No, not mine, my sister’s.

She has resigned from her job and will finish at the end of August. As she worked pretty much every day for months, she feels she needs a break. And as her pay levels reflected her commitment, she has sufficient funds not to need to look for a new job until January. In the interim she will be in the South of France, Rome and Mexico in September, in the South of Spain for October and in Chicago and Hawaii in November.

All I can say is that I hope she’ll be able to fit in some babysitting time for me at some point. No, no, of course I’m not bitterly envious.

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