A couple of weeks ago I had the great privilege of hearing David McCullough speak on his book, The Greater Journey: Americans in Paris. Oh my goodness, I could listen to him for hours – it was so fascinating.
He mostly talked about Samuel F. B. Morse, the inventor of the telegraph system, and his painting: Gallery of the Louvre, which he painted in Paris. The painting is currently being displayed as part of an exhibit at the Amon Carter Museum in Fort Worth, so we were able to go see it after the lecture.
I’m so glad that we were able to attend the event and hear such an inspiring man.
Okay, onto my digs now.
This week’s movie is: Charley’s Aunt (1941) starring Jack Benny.
Jack Benny is one of those actors whose movies can be hit or miss. This one is definitely a hit. I remember the first time my family watched it we were constantly (I mean constantly) laughing… hard. I think this has to be one of the greatest comedies out there – it’s definitely worth checking out!
In the way of music: John Rutter’s Requiem.
This is a gorgeous work. I love the works of John Rutter (especially his Christmas music) and had the immense pleasure of hearing Mr. Rutter in person a few months ago when he was premiering his new work, The Gift of Life: Six Canticles of Creation (which I also recommend you listen to, if available).
It was an unforgettably beautiful experience. I don’t always like going to concerts (as opposed to listening at home) because my mind for whatever reason (distractions?) always seems to wander, so the music doesn’t sink in as deeply as much as it does when listening privately. However, this concert was completely different. I sat in rapt attention as the beauty of the music drew me in.
My family owns this recording, which is a good one.
Also, there is a collection of short videos where John Rutter discusses the Requiem which I can’t wait to watch at some point (I just discovered them myself when getting the link for the Requiem video!). Here is the first one:
When I saw a photo of this recipe pop up on Instagram it was a no brainer that this was going to be the recipe that made it on to today’s dig list.
*tongue out (way out)*
This is a S’mores Custard Cake from Hint of Vanilla (she has such lovely photos!). I don’t think I need to say more – if you haven’t already headed over to her blog, then something is seriously wrong…
The children’s book I have for you today is: Thunder Cake by Patricia Polacco (she’s a wonderful author/ilustrator).
This synopsis from Leah Polacco (taken from the Patricia Polacco website) sums up the book pretty well:
Thunder Cake is the story of how Patricia Polacco conquered her childhood fear of Michigan thunderstorms with the assistance of her grandmother. By encouraging the young Patricia to ignore the approaching storm, the two wander outside to gather the ingredients for Thunder Cake, the perfect recipe for a rainy day. After the cake is in the oven, Grandma recounts the day’s events, convincing Patricia that only a “brave” girl would climb out from her hiding spot to collect eggs and tomatoes, milk the cow, and venture through Tangleweed Woods to the dry shed. Realizing that her grandma is right, Patricia welcomes the storm and a warm slice of Thunder Cake, never again to fear the “voice of thunder.”
Also, on a very random side note: have you ever owned a pair of these Crocs?
Before you wonder what kind of taste I have, let me just say that these are not the cutest shoes out there (I hope I’m not offending anyone by saying this!) and I would never wear them out, but they are the comfiest pair of house shoes! I wear them every single day around the house and they are so comfy (not to mention pretty durable)! And this is coming from the girl who used to run around barefoot… The Mammoth EVO Lined Clogs are great as well; I use them as slippers in the winter – the lining is extreemely soft. ;)
Do you have any special plans for the weekend?
What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
No time to turn at Beauty’s glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.
A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.