We’ve been lucky with the weather in NYC this September. Many bright, warm days The aftermath of the powerful hurricane that has devastated areas of the South East is now giving us a little rain. Not so lucky there where hurricane Helene was deadly across five states after making landfall on Thursday. Some of the worst flooding the South has seen in 100 years has cut millions off from power and swept away entire towns during its push along the Southeast and into Appalachia.

‘September’ Shell Nature Studies, 1956 Artist: Rowland Hilder and Maurice Wilson
When asked if she knew the location of this painting, Helen Day replied,”I don’t, but the text refers to “Scotland’s chain of northern islands and East Highland shores”
Long Island and Wave Hill
For us it has been a particularly busy (and social) month. Three days on Long Island meant the ocean, the bay and a prickly pear, and dinners with friends. So good to catch up.
The prickly pear cactus (opuntia humifusa) is native to Long Island and apparently the paddles and fruit are edible and used in Mexican food.
Me being ornamental at the pond at Wave Hill.
Storm clouds at Wave Hill but the rain held off.

Other social events included dinner with K.D. before she decamps to Texas and lunch with K.S. at Tartine located at the corner where W11th street crosses W4th street. Anyone who thinks that Manhattan streets are laid out logically has never visited Greenwich Village.

We were also set to see M.A .for lunch but that was aborted by a message saying she had fallen in her apartment and was on her way to the hospital.

Fortunately that latter part was jumping the gun and she is recovering from her bruises at home with nothing broken. 

 

The Silence

Intrepid Ed News published my article The Silence of the Associations. It asks a simple question:   How can it be that NAIS (National Association of Independent Schools) and other educational organisations in the US that have been active and earnest in their support of gender theory in schools have not yet commented – or publicly reflected – on the significance of the Cass Review?

Are they hoping that this medical educational scandal will just go away?

Can they help schools untangle themselves from this ideological mess? 

Books and Films

Books read this month include Meaning Loss by Sanje Ratnavale (reviewed here), The Train to Nowhere by Anita Leslie, Death on the Cherwell by Mavis Doriel Hay, Murder in the Basement by Anthony Berkeley, and a wonderful trip back to childhood with Tuffy, the Tug Boat.

I’ve just started The Walls Have Ears by Helen Fry about the Secret Information Service in WW2. 

One of the key players is Arthur Rawlinson who had served with the West Surrey Regiment in WW1 and  transferred to intelligence duties in France from 1917 to 1918 with MI1(a), the section of military intelligence that dealt with prisoners of war.

At the outbreak of WW2 Rawlinson was called up, given an emergency commission, posted to MI1(H), and worked at the Tower of London. He became deputy director of Military Intelligence (Prisoners of War) and, later, head of MI19.

Between the wars, Rawlinson had a career as a screenwriter and worked on the script for the Hitchcock film, The Man Who Knew Too Much (1934).

That took me off to watch the film which I had seen before but hardly remembered.  Rawlinson is listed in the opening credits as a scenario developer and the film is full of melodrama, intrigue and devilish foreign elements bent of death and destruction. Hitchcock took the title from a G.K.Chesterton story to which he had film rights. I haven’t read it so that’s up next.

I was very taken with some of the elements of the film. The quick switch from comedy to terror for example. one moment the dancers are swirling on the floor and becoming entangled in the wool unravelling from knitting and the next they are in shock pointing to hole in the window made by the killer’s bullet.

From high farce to horror in seconds.

I loved how Hitchcock shows the scene change from Switzerland to London with the snow covered Alps fading away and the lights of Piccadilly emerging: All the booze thats fit to drink:  Black and White, Sandeman, Guinness, Schweppes.

The macabre dentist scene in Wapping again has elements of farce (misplaced here) and scar-faced Peter Lorre with his blond patch comb-over makes for a very nasty villain. (He didn’t have any English and learned his part phonetically.)  

Lots of other cinematic goodies to enjoy along with a bit of a clunky plot, a clever scene in the Royal Albert Hall (not exactly done with mirrors but almost) and an over-the-top shoot out.

Jacob Lawrence and Elephants

On Friday we visited the D.C. Moore Gallery  in Chelsea to see the Jacob Lawrence “Builders” exhibition before it closed . 

Jacob Lawrence, Carpenters, 1977 Lithograph on Rives BFK paper
There were several display cases of his carpentry tools.

There were vintage reminders at the exhibit that this is election season. 

 

JosieHolford

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  • I've read about those elephants before. It's nice they are raising funds for wild birds. Over the weekend I found myself watching debates over the Israel/Gaza war. I had heard of the walkout when Netanyahu was to speak so made a point of listening. Gestures are all very well but I think it's a good idea to know first hand what your enemy is saying. I then, of course watched King Abdullah and several of the Arab speakers and even the lady PM of Barbados who strikes me as impressive. None of which persuaded me that I favour one side over the other.
    For light relief I watched an interview done in London of a Chinese minister which did nothing to improve my view of his government. If any one people ever dominates the world, I believe it will be them but I am glad I shall not be around to see it!

  • I loved the picture of you are ornamental, too!
    It was fun knowing what you are up to and I appreciated your closing comments on this inflection point of American democracy, the unbelievable anxiety surrounding our election that is right around the corner now.
    Here's a fun fact: When Pretty and I were making our countless trips back and forth to Texas, we stopped in a little town called Ponchatoula, Louisiana, which calls itself the strawberry capital of the world. What's funny was the town square had a large statue of G. K. Chesterton. Pretty was quite taken with it - we made sure to take pictures with it!

    • Hi Sheila and thanks for that wonderful detail of curious Americana - the statue of Chesterton in Ponchatoula, Louisiana.

      So I went to take a look at the story and found this from the blog of the American Chesterton Society - https://americanchestertonsociety.blogspot.com/2008/05/new-statue-of-gkc.html -

      "Dr. Benson told The Times he asked sculptor David Wanner of Milwaukee, Wisconsin to create a Chesterton that will look 'as if he fell asleep on the train, which he often did, and just got off in Ponchatoula.'"

      Nothing on the "why". Yet.

  • Did we really do all of that? I'm exhausted just contemplating the thought! But we did have fun, didn't we?

  • interesting as usual. I was pleased that it was more autobiographical about your summer. Sorry you missed MA, but I guess you didn't get my messages because you were on the train. xo C

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