Thursday, February 28, 2013

Book Of The Week 2/28/13: Travels With My Aunt by Graham Greene



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This month's selection for my library book group is Travels With My Aunt by Grahm Green.    While I am sure that this novel will not make my top ten list for 2013, I am glad to have read it as I have never read any thing by this author before.   Graham Green's writing style was hard for me to follow and the places that they went to visit were unfamiliar to me.  It wasn't until toward the end of the book when they were in South America that I began to feel as if I could follow the environment in which the story was taking place.   Part of the problem I think was that during much of the book the stories that Aunt Augusta is telling Henry are taking place in different places than where they are visiting.  The story is about a shy retired man who lived his life in a very conservative way who meets an aunt he had never met before at his mother's funeral.  They do some traveling together and he is exposed to drugs,  smuggling and other illegal things.  At first he is shocked but as time passes he finds going back to his more conservative life leaves him bored and unfulfilled.  In the end he chooses the less conservative life style for his retirement.   In reading about Graham Greene and learning that he was bipolar I have to wonder if this book is more than just a comedy novel for him.  Perhaps it expresses two sides of himself that are in conflict and is a media that the manic side can win.  Could that have been Graham's desire in his own life?  The book has some amusing parts, such as when Henry unknowingly gets stoned on the train, but much of what was supposed to be funny in it I did not find amusing.  Travels With My Aunt has been made into plays and movies.  Enjoy THIS clip from one of the movies.  And be sure and click on the title and author's name above to follow the links to more information.  


Saturday, February 23, 2013

Flowers Of Thanks

Last weekend,  early in shift,  I had a lovely visit at work from a family that I had cared for their father and he had passed away a few weeks ago.   They presented me ( and several employees)  flowers with a meaningful poem attached.

The Promise of Daffodils

Beneath the grass,
the daffodils are sleeping,
and even as the winds of winter blow,
their tiny roots descend into the darkness.
And upward tender shoots begin to grow.
The promise of a miracle lies hidden
Throughout the stormy times that life can bring.
And in your heart,
new joys will grow and blossom.
As surely as the daffodils in spring.


Being very touched and as it was early in my shift I wanted to make sure the flowers stayed nice till I went home some eight hours later.  So I carefully placed them in glass a water and set them up on the nurses station to show case them to who ever passed by that evening.  When the third shift CNA arrived that night she looked at them and looked at me and informed that I could not "grow them".  To which I replied that I certainly did not intend to grow them but was merely trying to keep them nice until I went home.  She looked at me and stated in a very matter of fact way  "They are artificial."  I would have liked to dive under the desk.






When I got home and showed them to Bruce he just smiled at me and  said it must have been the butterflies that made me think they were real.