Just a little warning that my dribble of posts this past month is about to turn into more of a flood as I will be participating in the Blogathon, hosted by the wonderful Michelle Rafter of WordCount. The challenge is to post every day during the month of May.
I have to confess I've been stingy with posts this month to save up some ideas for May, so that I can get off to a running start. I'm also greatly looking forward to the reenergizing I know the Blogathon will bring, as well as the fun sense of community with other bloggers, writers, and readers. I participated last year and while it was a lot of work and just a tad scary, it was also immensely rewarding.
If you are also participating, please leave a comment to let me and other readers know, so I/we can be sure to visit your blog over the first few days of the Blogathon. Happy Blogging!
Monday, April 30, 2012
Thursday, April 26, 2012
Poem in your Pocket
But what poem to share? Poems I love tend to be gloomy (like Rilke's Autumn Day), or rather depressing (like Chidiock Tichborne's His Elegy), but Ted Kooser is also one of my favorite poets. I especially love his poems that capture the beauty and tenderness of domestic rural life. I was thinking of a poem I haven't found yet, but here's one that is exemplary of his work as it shows us how something as mundane as dishwater can shine, for one brief moment, with beauty and elegance.
| Dishwater |
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by
Ted Kooser
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Slap of the screen
door, flat knock
of my grandmother's
boxy black shoes
on the wooden stoop,
the hush and sweep
of her knob-kneed,
cotton-aproned stride
out to the edge and
then, toed in
with a furious twist
and heave,
a bridge that leaps
from her hot red hands
and hangs there shining
for fifty years
over the mystified
chickens,
over the swaying
nettles, the ragweed,
the clay slope down to
the creek,
over the redwing
blackbirds in the tops
of the willows, a
glorious rainbow
with an empty dishpan
swinging at one end.
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So, rather than the usual stones in my coat pocket, I'm carrying around this dishwater poem today. Or rather, I'm adding it to the stones. Feel free to share if you've got a poem in your pocket today.
Wednesday, April 18, 2012
Returning Home to Myself
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| One open door leads to the rabbit hole, and then what is to be discovered? I often think of my forays into all the connections of the blogging world as being Alice and diving into that rabbit hole, following this and that beckoning allure, not knowing what I shall discover, and re-emerging hours later, not quite believing I've been gone that long, and in awe of all the wonderous worlds I discovered. I miss not having been down that rabbit hole in a while. Photo by Judy Scott |
What do I mean by that? True, I recently went half way around the world to visit a friend in Shanghai. But I physically returned home after a week, safe and sound, with lots of impressions to think about and photos to sort and edit. Then next up was Passover, which at our house means massive pantry cleaning, switching the kitchen to be kosher for Passover (for the uninitiated, this means getting rid of all things flour, pasta, bread, etc. and switching to separate dishes just for the holiday), and lots of cooking. It also means dinner guests and all the kids at home for Passover break. And that means no time to myself, no time on my couch to write, think, mull, and going down the Alice in Wonderland rabbit hole.
Granted, my visit to Shanghai cut me off from accessing Blogger for a few days (an odd feeling), but my recent disconnect has less to do with that hiatus and more to do with not quite being at home with myself, which is what I have to be in order to write, and think, and mull, and blog. Have you ever found that you really need to be at home, at least with yourself, in order to engage with others, and go out and explore, and create, all of which blogging really is?
So, all this is to say I'm on my way back, and most of all, I am looking forward to the upcoming 2012 WordCount Blogathon, hosted by the terrific Michelle Rafter. I participated last year and it propelled my blogging to unconceived heights. While I didn't know what I was really in for last year, this year I am looking forward to the challenge, to meeting new blogging friends, reconnecting with old ones, and just, perhaps, a general spring revival and return to myself.
Thursday, April 12, 2012
Photo Essay: Shanghai's Former Jewish Ghetto
Old meets new in this view of Hongkou rooftops sharing the sky with the top of the Shanghai World Financial Center, built across the Huang Pu River in Pudong, which used to be mostly farmland twenty years ago and is now Shanghai's Wall Street.
I thought this picture would be quite appropriate to show you first of all the photos I took on my trip to Shanghai because it aptly sums up the state of the city: New overtakes old at rapid speed; more than once my friend and I couldn't proceed in our sightseeing as planned because a road or a complex that was still on our maps had been replaced by a gaping construction site.
I also thought that in honor of the current holiday of Passover, I might start my "reports" from Shanghai with a little essay on the former Jewish area. I wanted to post this earlier, but alas, I was too wrapped up in getting ready for Passover last week, too wiped out by the jet lag after returning home, and I've been too busy cooking ever since.
The rooftop picture was taken from Huoshan Park (Wayside Park), a tiny park on Huoshan Road, where the Jewish refugees used to gather in the 1930s and 1940s.
These days, a memorial plaque reminds visitors, in Chinese, English and Hebrew, of the former "designated area for stateless refugees." Calling the area a former Jewish ghetto is actually a misnomer, since the Chinese and later the Japanese, who occupied this area, did not differentiate between Jews and other refugees (such as White Russians who fled their homeland after the Bolshevik Revolution in 1917). Rather, having been thrown out of their home countries, Jews were classified as stateless, and had to live in this designated area in Hongkou, the more working class neighborhood of the International Settlement, north of the fashionable Bund waterfront, and north of Suzhou Creek.
Erected in 1993 in honor of the visit of Israeli Prime Minister Yitzhak Rabin, this plaque reminds visitors that Wayside Park used to be a major gathering point for the Jews who fled Nazi persecution in Europe and found a safe haven in Shanghai. In the late 1930s, Shanghai was the only place not requiring a visa for entry. Jews, however, still had to obtain travel visas to make it out of their respective countries, and diplomates like He Fengshan, Chinese Consul General in Vienna from 1938 to 1940, helped with transit visas. It is said that about 30,000 Jewish refugees, mainly from Austria, Germany, Czechoslovakia and Hungary lived in this area that was already crowded when they came.
Just next to the memorial stone a typical park scene: old guys congregate to chat (I hardly ever saw children), and a bird cage hangs in a tree.
In Shanghai, birds are taken "for a walk," if you will, just like other pets. Like this guy, people hang their bird cages in the park, often covered by the same blue cloth (where do all those blue cloths come from?). The parks are filled with chirping.
Speaking of Vienna, this street just opposite Wayside Park, Zhoushan Road, used to be called "Little Vienna" in the 1930s and 40s as it featured many cafés and stores selling European goods.
This building, also facing Wayside Park, is the former site of the American Joint Distribution Committee (JDC) from where many relief efforts to help Shanghai's refugees were organized.
Typical Chinese street scene - as we were walking about, a man killed a fish on the pavement in front of Wayside Park. Life in its basic details is very much displayed and lived on the streets. Laundry is hung out to dry (I have a whole photo essay coming up on that!), sinks and dishes are set out for washing, games are played, and - fish are killed.
Like the former JDC building, many of the buildings in Zhoushan Road were built during the 1920s in Queen Anne style architecture, featuring contrasting red and black brickwork, Roman arches and Dutch gables.
59 Zhoushan Road: A plaque commemorates U.S. Secretary of the Treasurey Michael Blumenthal's former home, and pots are waiting to be scrubbed.
Between the Queen Anne houses, an entry way leads to what we would call tenement housing beyond; and as always there's space for a little shop.
Here, the tenement housing where most of the refugees lived. One "apartment" could be just a room of what looks like 10 by 10 feet. This passage way is about 4 feet wide. After the Jewish refugees left after the end of the World War II (foreigners, especially "capitalist" ones, were not welcome in the People's Republic of China), Chinese people fleeing Mao's forces crowded in here as they had been all through the 1930s. Shanghai was the last bastion of nationalist leader Chiang Kai-check.
Another Zhoushan Road street scene - a bunch of guys play a board game and are none too amused at our attention.
Zhoushan Road leads, once you turn left on Changyang Road, to the restored Ohel Moishe Synagogue. Founded in 1907, the synagogue moved to this site in 1927, and closed as a synagogue in 1949. No original Jewish artifacts remain, but the building was reconstructed and opened in 2008 to house the Shanghai Jewish Refugees Museum. Rightfully, the museum emphasizes Shanghai's function as a safe haven and relates many personal stories of Jews who lived in this area. It also tells the story of what became of them once they moved on to places like Israel, Australia or the U.S., but sadly, it does not address why they had to leave yet again.
View of the Ohel Moishe Synagogue from the courtyard. It was built by putting two traditional Chinese townhomes together.
Pots with plants enliven the street scene outside the synagogue. We were fortunate enough to see the musical play North Bank Suzhou Creek about the Jewish Shanghai refugees' experience performed at the synagogue that evening. The play was rather endearing, and certainly captured my attention, but what as a biligual person myself, I really appreciated a play being performed in more than one language, in this case English, Mandarin, Yiddish and Hebrew. Lead actress Emilie Ohana was most impressive in also being able to sing and play the violin rather well.
For those interested in learning more about Shanghai's Jewish refugees, I recommend the 2002 documentary movie Shanghai Ghetto.
So much for my first report of my trip to Shanghai. I hope you enjoyed it as more is to come!
Monday, April 2, 2012
Lee Strickland on Learning to Reflect in Memoir
Today I'm sharing another insight from my formidable fellow instructor at StoryStudio, Lee Strickland, on the challenges of writing memoir.
Says she, "I thought my job was to narrate but I had to learn to comment."
Listen to this short excerpt of our conversation, and feel free to also listen in on my posting from last Monday, where she shared a bit more about her journey from fiction writer to memoirist.
Says she, "I thought my job was to narrate but I had to learn to comment."
Listen to this short excerpt of our conversation, and feel free to also listen in on my posting from last Monday, where she shared a bit more about her journey from fiction writer to memoirist.
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