Tuesday, March 11, 2014

Watching the English


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In preparation for an exciting adventure coming later this summer, a friend recommended this book, "Watching the English."  I'm finding it fascinating.  The author, Kate Fox, is an English anthropologist who grew up in England, the United States, France, and Ireland.  She now lives in England and spends her time studying English behavior.  In this book, she attempts to explain it.  Her explanations are both enlightening and amusing.

Thus far, my favorite section is when Fox explains "The Embarrassment Rule":
In fact, the only rule one can identify with any certainty in all this confusion over introductions and greetings is that, to be impeccably English, one must perform these rituals badly.  One must appear self-conscious, ill-at-ease, stiff, awkward and, above all, embarrassed.  Smoothness, glibness and confidence are inappropriate and un-English.  Hesitation, dithering and ineptness are, surprising as it may seem, correct behavior.  Introductions should be performed as hurriedly as possible, but also with maximum inefficiency.  If disclosed at all, names must be mumbled; hands should be tentatively half-proffered and then clumsily withdrawn; the approved greeting is something like 'Er, how, um, plstm-, er, hello?'
If you are socially skilled, or come from a country where these matters are handled in a more reasonable, straightforward manner (such as anywhere else on the planet), you may need a bit of practice to achieve the required degree of embarrassed, stilted incompetence. 
The most interesting thing for me is how much this book helps me understand some very English tendencies in my very American family.  Some tendencies and ways of thinking have survived the generations.  Fox talks about how the English practice "negative politeness" more than "positive politeness."  "What looks like unfriendliness is really a kind of consideration: we judge others by ourselves, and assume that everyone shares our obsessive need for privacy - so we mind our own business and politely ignore them."

I also like her explanations for how the English go out of their way not to ask about others' names, or jobs, or marital status, all because they don't want to make someone uncomfortable by inadvertently bringing up a subject that my be sensitive.  And to people from the outside, this seems very uninterested and unwelcoming, when it is often, instead, an effort to avoid possible awkward situations.

I'm thoroughly enjoying learning the unspoken rules of England, especially since many of them were also unspoken rules at my house growing up.

Sunday, March 9, 2014

Faith

Written in June 2012

I've been wondering lately about faith.  What exactly does it mean to have faith?  Is it not questioning or acting in the face of questions?  Do I have faith in the Lord even if I'm scared (sometimes completely terrified) of His timing or plan?  How do I pray in faith for something He may choose not to grant?  Anyhow, this isn't an answer, but it is a response.

As my children get older (and more of them join our family), I find myself concerned with our responsibility.  I don't know how to raise these people.  I don't know how to answer their questions or which principles to teach them.  I worry about how prepared they will be for the world in general and their specific place in it.  I worry about teaching them to work.  I worry about helping them be healthy.  I have no idea how to teach them to do the things I struggle with, but I don't want to watch them have the same struggles.

And then, one morning I have an idea to help motivate them to do their jobs.  All it requires of me is a piece of graph paper and a willingness to do fun things I already wanted to do with them.  And, before breakfast is over, my children are motivated. (Mostly.  At least for the last week.)

And then one lunchtime I have an idea to add something to lunch.  And before I know it, my children are happily eating a smoothie filled with the things they often ignore.  Even more, they are generally liking it.  (And even giving it a Zelda inspired name.  And brainstorming what to add to the one tomorrow.)

I pray for direction, expecting to wait and wait and wonder and worry, only to find that not only do I feel drawn to an answer, not only does peace and calm replace most of the concern, but the Professor supports the answer calmly when I expected to have to convince him.

I am reminded of Nephi in the Book of Mormon who wrote, "And I was led by the Spirit, not knowing beforehand the things which I should do."  I am reminded of the Doctrine and Covenants where the Lord promises multiple times to give his followers what they need "in the very hour" of their need, whether it be food, or clothes, or words to say.

I have no idea how to be the parent my children need next year.  I don't know how to parent teenagers.  This transition from physical/mental needs of young children to emotional/independence needs of older children is disconcerting.  But the Lord has always given me what I need when I need it.  Over the last ten years He has helped me have patience, make educational choices, teach my children the Gospel, choose where to live, teach my children to work, teach my children boundaries, discover and address medical issues, and more.  I'm learning to trust that He will still be there next year, and the year after that, and the year after that.

I feel like Peter.  I've followed His counsel out onto the waters of life, knowing that I'm walking on water that I can't walk on.  If I think too much about all my responsibilities, I feel paralyzed, unable to move forward.  When I focus on Him, things fall into place and I move forward.  I don't like the feeling of being constantly on the verge of sinking, knowing that I'm dependent on someone else.  Ignoring all the reasons my choices don't make sense while following Him takes more faith than I usually have.  And yet, as I listen and follow, like Peter, I find myself doing the impossible.

Saturday, March 8, 2014

Hiking on Oahu


Six years ago, the Professor and I escaped to Hawaii.  While there, we hiked on the Diamond Head Summit trail.  This was our view.  So many of my favorite things combined: mountains, clouds, ocean, sun, and shadow.  It makes me happy.

Friday, March 7, 2014

Grace O'Malley costume

A couple of years ago, Miss E dressed up as a pirate princess.  This last year, Miss M chose a pirate queen.  Grace O'Malley was an Irish queen way back when (during the 1500's) who was resisting the English advances on her land.  She claimed she was a queen levying a tax on ships in her waters.  The English viewed her as a pirate.  At one point she visited Queen Elizabeth to plead for the lives of her sons and her brother, captives of the English.

This was a fun costume to research and make.  (You can see our inspiration here.)  The Irish of the time wore shirts with big, baggy sleeves the English hated.  And the wealthy wore it dyed with saffron.  We just used yellow.  I used elastic around the neck and sleeves to scrunch it together.  This shirt is supposed to be baggy, which makes fitting it nice and easy.

Next we made a bodice that laced together down the front.  I used a shirt of Miss M's to guess at the size and the pattern.  We laced it up with a brown ribbon.

For the skirt, we used either a brown, tiered skirt we already had or a basic, full green skirt I made.  Miss M wore two or three skirts underneath as petticoats.

We finished with some belts, a sword (foil covered stick), and a cloak.  The cloak was either a piece of fabric, or a warm blanket (for the cold night), held together at the neck with a safety pin.  We added a nice rose pin to pretend to be the clasp.

I present our pirate queen, Miss M.

Thursday, March 6, 2014

Just like Mom...

Miss S wants to be just like me.  One day a few months ago I stepped out of the kitchen for a minute while making waffles.  I came back to this:

My favorite part of the whole thing is that by trying to be just like me she is just like me.  My mother has a picture of little me cooking eggs at the stove with the drawer underneath the oven pulled out for a step-stool.  This picture of Miss S was taken for her.

Wednesday, March 5, 2014

Ardella Laird (Park) ~ April 1929

One of EMB's photos
In the pictures I have from EMB, my great grandfather, we found a number of pictures of a young woman.  The two envelopes containing most of the pictures were labeled.  Both said "Indpce" in script that looked more like "Mapel" and "Apr 1929".  One said Laird and one said Ardella.

With that, I began the fun part.  And I found Ardella Laird (Park) from Idaho.


Ardella Laird Park ~ 1985
Ardella Laird Park
Ardella Laird Park looked similar to the pictures.  She was buried in a cemetery near my parents' home.  My mother (a high school teacher) asked one of her students about the name and was connected to one of Ardella's children who lived nearby.  And looking through our photos, they found one that Ardella Laird Park had kept a copy of in her photo albums.

Ardella grew up in Idaho Falls, where EMB and his family lived.  She was close to the same age as his oldest son.  And she graduated from Idaho Falls High School, just as my great-uncle did.  In 1929 she was serving a mission for the LDS church in Independence, Missouri.  After she came home, she married and became a teacher (at the school my nephews go to now).  Her autobiography is available at the link above.

Another of grandpa's photos
Now the pictures make sense.  My great grandpa visited Independence in 1929.  While there, he visited with a missionary from back home.  It is likely that he knew her family before that.  And what family doesn't want pictures assuring them that their son or daughter is doing well?  And, when far away from family and friends, who doesn't enjoy the serendipitous meeting of a familiar face?


Another of grandpa's pictures.  I'm guessing these are the sister missionaries
in Independence, Missouri, in April 1929.  Ardella is the second
from the left.  I'm still working on the other five.