Monday, February 19, 2018

Monday, February 19, 2018, Presidents’ Day


Once upon a time there was Lincoln’s Birthday on February 12 and Washington’s Birthday on February 22. Growing up in Massachusetts, we only got Washington’s Birthday off from school, but when I started teaching in Connecticut, we also got Lincoln’s Birthday off. These holidays were celebrated on the presidents’ actual birthdays.

I’m not sure when the two were blended into one day and labeled Presidents’ Day, or when the apostrophe disappeared. (Being a stubborn old English teacher, I refuse to give up on the apostrophe, but that’s another story). Somewhere in the past fifty years the holidays were merged and moved to a convenient Monday, and here in Massachusetts, anyway, merged into February vacation.

When I think of Washington’s Birthday when I was young, I think of my grandfather who came to live with us after my grandmother died. He was a quiet, kind, and hardworking man—a warm addition to our home. At my grandparents’ home on Allen Street he had had a large garden. There he planted according to the seasons, never putting in tomato plants before Memorial Day (always May 30 back then) when the chance of frost was over.
 
Our yard was much smaller, but he made the most of it, planting vegetables that we enjoyed throughout the summer. But what I remember about Washington’s Birthday was that that was the day on which he pruned the golden delicious apple tree. Regardless of New England’s fickle weather, he knew that late winter was the best time to get the trees ready for the new season.

My grandfather died in 1953 before vacation considerations or marketing strategies moved holidays around, also before global warming changed the seasons themselves. Even the gardeners at Washington’s own Mount Vernon recognize that the trees that used to become dormant in December no longer do so.

I wonder what Grandpa would think today of all these changes—the calendar, the climate. Even his garden on Allen Street was split in two when Sumner Avenue was extended. Still the memories don’t change of this quiet, faithful man putting on his boots, picking up the saw, and heading toward the apple tree, getting ready for another fruitful season.



Monday, January 8, 2018

"The soup is getting cold."

“The soup is getting cold.”

Those were the last words Leonardo da Vinci wrote in his final notebook. These notebooks that were full of sketches of military machines, anatomical diagrams, random notes, detailed lists, and puzzling marginalia provided Walter Isaacson with rich source material for his biography of the original Renaissance man.

As with the two previous biographies of his that I have read (Albert Einstein and Steve Jobs) I found this look into the life of a genius engaging and illuminating. Isaacson lays out for the reader both the genius and the humanity of his subjects. At one moment I am overwhelmed by da Vinci’s detailed examination of the muscles used in a smile, and the next I am seeing myself in his list of unfinished projects.

At the conclusion of the book, Isaacson provides a list of lessons he has learned from da Vinci. In this age where an act is only considered worthy if it can be quantified, I think we would do well to follow da Vinci down a few rabbit holes--for as long as the soup stays warm.

  • ·         Be curious.
  • ·         Seek knowledge for its own sake.
  • ·         Retain a childlike sense of wonder.
  • ·         Observe. (Do it in steps, detail by detail)
  • ·         See things unseen.
  • ·         Go down rabbit holes.
  • ·         Get distracted.
  • ·         Respect facts.
  • ·         Procrastinate.
  • ·         Let the perfect be the enemy of the good.
  • ·         Think visually.
  • ·         Avoid silos. “He knew that art was science, and science was art.”
  • ·         Let your reach exceed your grasp.
  • ·         Indulge fantasy.
  • ·         Create for yourself, not just your patrons.
  • ·         Collaborate.
  • ·         Make lists and be sure to put odd things on them.
  • ·         Take notes on paper.
  • ·         Be open to mystery.