First Birthday

It's amazing to think that we've had our little Samuel for a whole year. How he has grown and changed! His process of connecting syllables with meanings is progressing. He sits at the table in his high chair and eats dinner with us now. He hasn't shown much motivation to learn walking, but he has no trouble getting wherever he wants to go rather quickly. And his play with toys gets more and more dextrous and sophisticated. There are a fair number of
new pictures this time, so enjoy!
Fun Things Around Ithaca

The countryside of New York State is certainly different from any place I've ever lived before. Our day-to-day lives are almost entirely spent within the city, but you don't have to go far before you're surrounded by forests and watersheds and farms. Recently, we drove about 15 minutes to
Baker's Acres and picked apples. I really enjoyed this, although it was kind of chilly. The apples look so pretty on the trees, and they are uncommonly crispy and tasty. And really cheap when you pick them yourself. I tucked Samuel into my sweatshirt, and we had a good time. We picked
about a peck (~2 gallons) and have already finished them, so we're thinking of going back on Saturday.
Ithaca is home to one of the largest
book sales in the country, with proceeds benefitting the public library. We went to the sale on the first weekend, when all books were $4, and again last weekend when everything was just a dime (prices decrease daily, but of course the quality of the books remaining does also). The venue is just a nondescript warehouse crammed with bookshelves. It was fun to browse and hard not to buy. We ended up taking home a dozen or more books on history, parenting, baseball, and more.
Another neat thing about living here is seeing the fall colors in real time. People transplanted to CA from the East always talk wistfully about fall colors, and now I better understand why. I'd previously seen a forest full of color in pictures or on a day trip to the mountains, but I really enjoy being able to see the actual change occurring. Just a month ago, almost everything was green; now I'd say about 40% of trees are other colors, and every day there are a few more. When I walk home from work, I get a good view across the valley from the top of the
Libe Slope, which is where I like to check how much more orange and brown there is since yesterday.
The
Cascadilla Gorge Trail follows a creek through a gorge that must be a couple hundred feet deep, over many cascades and falls. It's really fantastic, especially considering that most of it is within the city limits of Ithaca. If I'm walking to work, it's not the fastest way to go, but it
is the fastest way from my bus stop to work. So I walked it this morning, after missing my bus by a hair. It was actually the first time I've walked up the hill to work since the semester began and buses started to run earlier, so my lungs were a bit sore towards the end. But I still made it before the next bus would have gotten me there. A couple months ago, Laura made a
virtual hike of Cascadilla Gorge, and I had forgotten to put it on the blog until now. The water was muddy and opaque that day, usually it's much more clear; but regardless, it is a beautiful place.
Great Hymnwriters: Fanny Crosby
Part One: Introduction and Isaac Watts
Part Two:
Charles Wesley
Frances Jane Crosby was born in 1820 in Putnam County, NY, some 60 miles north of New York City. At the age of six weeks, she was permanently blinded by a doctor attempting to treat an eye infection. Despite her disability, she was raised to love literature and poetry. At the age of 15, Fanny was sent to the newly founded
New York Institute for the Blind. These were the early years of special education for the blind; the Braille system would not become widespread for another decade or two, and students absorbed information simply by hearing books read out loud. Fanny spent 35 years at the Institute (which is now the NYISE, and which has a very informative
website devoted to her life) as a student and teacher. Her literary career began to develop, at first as a vehicle to attract public attention to special education and charitable support for the Institute. Her first book of poems was published in 1844, and other works followed.
Although her Christian faith had always been strong, it was not until she was 44 that Crosby first wrote a sacred text, but during the second half of her life she became the most prolific writer of hymns in history. One hymn in particular,
All the Way My Savior Leads Me, has become particularly meaningful to Laura and me since Samuel's birth and the various
medical issues that we've dealt with concerning him. We are inspired by Fanny's example in the face of physical challenges, and we can truly say with her that "whate'er befall me, Jesus doeth all things well." Many of her hymns take the form of a personal testimony. The classic
Blessed Assurance, probably her most widely beloved hymn, is also of this type. If you had asked me before last year for my favorite Crosby hymn, I most likely would have chosen the full-throated chorus
To God Be the Glory.
Some of the best
hymns by Fanny Crosby (my favorites first):

As Samuel celebrates the Dodgers' first entry into the playoffs in 8 years, we have a new crop of pictures on the
Samuel picture page. Enjoy!
Book Report Roundup
I thought I'd talk a bit about several books that I've read over the past year. Some of them I read quite some time ago now, but never got around to the blogging I had planned to do about them. So I'll do a bunch of condensed "book reports" now before I forget about them completely.
The Time-Traveler's Wife [2003] by Audrey Niffenegger -- I ran across this book by chance and thought the title was intriguing. I then skimmed the prologue and was immediately hooked. It's the story of a man who is intermittently (and involuntarily) transported through time, yet it never occurred to me to put this book into a "science fiction" genre. I think it's a remarkable accomplishment by the author that the book's focus is not on the time travel or the bizarre circumstances that it brings about, but on relationships and how they respond to the situation. To me, the real star of the story is the undying commitment that Henry and Clare have for each other, and their determination to support each other through their trials; in that way, I found the book to be a tremendous affirmation of a healthy marriage. On the other hand, the mind-bending situations and the musings on the nature of fate are also fun. (Note: As with most novels these days, the reader should be forwarned about language and sexual content.)
Redwall [1986] by Brian Jacques -- As with The Time-Traveler's Wife, my first thought was that this is a terrific idea for a novel, but in this case I ended up feeling that Redwall did not deliver quite so well on its promise. Creating characters is clearly one of Jacques' strong points, and there are certainly a number of memorable and enjoyable characters among the animals who inhabit Redwall Abbey (I particularly like the mole engineers). But the storytelling somehow utterly failed to be suspenseful to me, certain main characters did not seem as likable as they were obviously intended to be, and the violence was occasionally disturbingly graphic for a children's book.
These days, especially with election madness in full swing, we tend to think that there is no such thing as a Democrat who is not liberal, or a Republican who is not conservative. Yet "conservative Democrats" and "liberal Republicans" were plentiful as recently as the 1960's, and a few can still be found even today. As I wrote some time ago, I am interested in finding out more about
what made a Democrat a Democrat back in those days when it was not all about being "liberal" or "conservative." Earlier this year, I read two books as part of my attempt to learn the answer to my question.
Several months before he gained notoriety as the only politician ever to give keynote convention speeches for
both parties (Dems in 1992, GOP in 2004), I read
A National Party No More: The Conscience of a Conservative Democrat [2003] by Senator Zell Miller of Georgia. As someone who has loudly proclaimed both his loyalty to the Democratic Party and his disgust for the liberal special interests who run that show, I thought Miller ought to be the perfect person to articulate an alternative philosophy of being a Democrat. In this I was greatly disappointed, for although Miller repeatedly vows that he "was born a Democrat and will die a Democrat," he gives no coherent
reason for this commitment other than family loyalty. Miller does have some points that Republicans would do well to listen to, such as the importance of making equal education available to the poor, but overall I see little in the chapters devoted to issues that is recognizably Democratic, and Miller makes no attempt to correct my impression. Miller's strongest moments are when he excoriates the moneyed lobbyists that have taken over the Democratic party and driven American political discourse into left/right radicalism; but in this I personally see the Republicans as hardly less to blame, while Miller lets them off way too easily.
When Sen. Miller failed to enlighten me as to why a conservative would want to be a Democrat, I turned to a recent popular history,
Party of the People: A History of the Democrats [2003] by Jules Witcover. I enjoyed much of this book, as I enjoy just about any lively account of historical events, but here again I was disappointed when I looked for commentary that would help answer my question. Witcover is not a historian but a political journalist, and his book persists in describing the events of Democratic history not in the context of their times but through the revisionist lens of Witcover's own modern liberal sensibilities. To hear him tell it, the Jefferson/Hamilton and Jackson/Clay conflicts were little different from Mondale/Reagan. He tended to gloss over elements of past Democratic platforms that would be out of place in the DNC today, which of course was frustrating to my purpose. I do have a sense, from both Miller and Witcover, that the welfare of the underprivileged is the true historical core Democratic value (as opposed to moral libertarianism, environmentalism, etc.). It seems to me that that struggle has much merit but also much opportunity for abuse; but for now I'll leave off that discussion and move on to other subjects.
I recently read yet another book on political history, but this one dealt with events long preceeding the American Republic itself.
The Emergence of Liberty in the Modern World [1992] by Douglas F. Kelly traces the influence of
John Calvin (1509-1564), the early Protestant reformer, upon the development of modern democracy. Among the concepts with roots in Calvinism are a separation between the spheres of Church and State (neither of which should control the other), the
separation of powers in government (based on Calvin's emphasis upon the depravity of human nature and the danger that "power corrupts"), and a philosophy of struggle for freedom from tyranny. Although Kelly gives little discussion to the persecution perpetrated by Calvinists themselves when in power (e.g. Puritan England and Massachusetts), he is clearly concerned that the modern perception of Calvinism dwells unduly on these aspects. His purpose is to argue that Calvinism bequeathed much more that is good to the modern world than is generally recognized. His lack of self-criticism is a significant flaw, but I think his point is a valid and important one.
At the moment, I am re-reading two books that I have read before and greatly enjoyed. One is
Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix [2003] by J.K. Rowling, the fifth and most recent in the
HP series. I think
Phoenix is one of the best books in the series so far. Its narrative structure is much more unified and coherent than some of Rowling's previous works, and I really appreciated that several characters who were only bit parts in the first 4 books are now greatly matured and fleshed out. I also enjoyed Rowling's portrayal of the mind of a 15-year-old boy (ie., Harry), not only in his actions but in the very tone of the story (which is seen from his perspective): not often thoughtful, reacting rather than thinking, easily angered, confused about a lot of things -- basically, capable enough to be dangerous but still quite immature. I remember being much like that at a similar age.
The book that Laura and I are currently reading out loud to each other is
Watership Down [1972] by Richard Adams. I first read
WD a couple years ago, but this is Laura's first time. This book is delightful not only for its imaginative rabbit's-eye view of the world (unlike most stories involving animal characters, the rabbits of
WD are never anthropomorphized), but also because Adams is simply a fantastic storyteller. Some of my favorite parts are the legends that the rabbits tell about their mythic hero, El-ahrairah.
For more info on those last two books, I've enjoyed looking at
MuggleNet (for
HP) and
The Real Watership Down, both of which I have as yet only begun to explore.
My thoughts, profundity not guaranteed