Fiftieth Anniversary of Mrs. Pollifax Series, by Dorothy Gilman (First Novel, The Unexpected Mrs. Pollifax, 1966)

Green lawn at the back windows rose as a steep curtain and the library alley at the top was beyond sight.  In the 1966 library quiet, with no security cameras, the whole neighborhood was unseen alone there in a quiet intimacy.   The windowlight shone on 900s, politics and history, and biographies. 

 

Along the the building wall that lawn privacy did not impress intimacy onto the break room, its scrubbed neutrality framed a daybed reserved for anyone who might become ill while in the library; the room was like the room of the school nurse.  But in that room, someone said something unusual, once. 

I started to work at the library in July 1965, I worked all day every Saturday.Usually I walked to my parents house on the lunch hour, and mid-morning, mid-afternoon, I had fifteen minute breaks.  There was a Christmas Tree set up at the desk of the Librarian, the high school pages decorated this together.

2016 marks the 50^th anniversary of the Mrs. Pollifax series, by Dorothy Gilman.  As a new reader, at page eight of the Unexpected Mrs. Pollifax, I came across a recollection of Mrs. Pollifax – her cousin had brought her with him when he shot rats at the county dump.  The McCormick Library break room returns steadily to my thoughts.  I believe someone said, in the break room, on the weekend they shot rats at the Purdy Dump.

New York Times, March 20, 1966 – the internet reports a review by Harold C. Schonberg of this first Mrs. Pollifax mystery novel, and the review refers to the rats at the dump passage, which is on page eight.

When I was a fifth or sixth grader, as a guest of our neighbors, who had moved, we walked along one road where a telephone wire filled up with crows.  My neighbor said to me “There is a bounty on crows.   You shoot a crow and bring it in and they give you money for killing it.” 

It sounded horrible to me and I accepted that, doubtless, that was true.  The Pacific Northwest Room could not find much about a bounty on crows, or about a bounty on rats in 1966.   

One of the other high school pages, in probably 1966, said that on the weekend, they shot rats.  I can wonder, now, if their imagination brought them from Mrs. Polifax to a comment like that. 

The idea entered a poem I composed in 1969.  The idea had seemed horrible to me, my poem was about the deaths of animals.

IF TOM SHOOTS RATS AT THE PURDY DUMP

Tom will die in the accident.

Tom shot rats at the Purdy Dump.

Tom died in the accident.

 

Snow drifts in the soft folds of the workman's jeans.

She can see him step around her with a shotgun.

We know why people shoot at cranes.

Shooting anything is cutting

your own skin.

There is a cloud of blood along

the surface of the snow.

 

She whispers    I am dying

She is certain she is dying.

But obviously nothing has changed.

She holds her arms up, staring at

her undependable dark veins.

 

This is the day of the  rising souls

All Souls' Day

when the dead rise in the earth.

Cranes and the animals die around her.

They cover up the ground.

They cover up the broken grass.

Her arms fall across the wings of a swan.

She has died.

The wings and arms are crossed.

The feathers rustle in the rising wind.

They will never lift off the earth.

They end like a falling tree.

They are already lost.

It was only with Tacoma Reads Together and the choice of Dashielle Hammett's Maltese Falcon that I began to read some mystery novels.  The difficulty of reading about violence is a part of almost all the novels they call mysteries – many of the mystery novels have Socially Redeeming Qualities such as the establishment of a learning opportunity for the reader who needs to grasp the events and the societal situations and misfortunes that involve crime and violence. 

Conversation Recollects The Bavarian Restaurant Building

February Christmas Wreath

On a walk earlier in the week I asked at Stadium Thriftway about work being done on the rest of their building.  Between Christmas Wreathes and now, the fence surrounded the auto business, the wreath on the auto business continues.  

The upstairs will be a German beer parlor and restaurant, downstairs there probably will be a Starbucks, and she remembered the German Restaurant on Division, The Bavarian.

At The Pacific Northwest Room I learn the building with The Bavarian was Viafore’s Italian Restaurant for forty years, only became The Bavarian in 1959.  Upstairs was Merrick’s Dance Studio.  A publisher took me to lunch at The Bavarian once, and once I stopped by to have a strudel in a Hunting Lodge room with Deer Heads.  Rock and Roll Magic was advertised for the upstairs Dance Studio, and on one of my bicycle rides past on the return from a store,  I heard a party and the song, Have Nagela.

When it became an El Toro, after a time, the building burned, and I took a photo of this difficult event.  The building was a landmark.  

 The building with the Thriftway Store was a Chevrolet Auto Repair Spanish Mission Style building.  Through a window on a far side I saw that from the windows on each side would be a view.  

The Bavarian Destroyed

Spanish Mission Style

Daffodils

When I went past some daffodils in a flower bed I thought of how perfect they were.  They seemed great enough to stand up to how it has started to rain again, later in the afternoon.

The Wordsworth poem Daffodils was part of school.  Always liked it.

Sanders' and Hillary Clinton's Parental Choices

Along with one natural child, Sanders also has three step-children, while  Hillary Clinton has raised an only child.  Parenting often is veiled from the view of voters.  What are non-parents to do?  We know the parenting, or breeding, majority gives only a limited response to non-parents.  

Sanders added three step-children when he remarried after a divorce.  Perhaps this did not increase the number of his biological children.  But he decided to marry a woman who was not Zero Population Growth, by those standards, three is too many.  When he decided not to search farther for another prospect,  but to marry someone with three children, he chose against a possible marriage to someone with no children, or who had limited her family size to an only child.  As a politician he must have seen his dilemma and his paradoxical choice. 

As a non-parent I observe times when I could not make progress and have wondered if the dominance of kindness about children, when non-parents are a clear minority, makes human resources prioritize and choose to hire parents over non-parents.   

The sexism in employment has been measured.  It is a clear male sexism, and it is females who go through the pain of childbirth and who lactate.  Non-parent women are categorized and stereotyped alongside them.   

Planned Parenthood officially supports Hillary Clinton, and in the recent Iowa Caucus I see her neck and neck with Bernie Sanders.  Bernie Sanders is listed at one location on the internet as the parent of one son.  To some degree his group has neglected to specify differently.  With the parenting element often veiled from the voting public, I remember, You can fool all the people some of the time, and some of the people all the time, but you cannot fool all the people all the time.   Abraham Lincoln

What are non-parents supposed to do, in the face of people who have the social and the human resources opportunity to a sentimental appeal from the admitted helplessness of new-born babies?  A Peanuts strip includes Lucy Van Pelt appealing that it is not right to bring new children into this uncertain world.  What are non-parents supposed to do, when we certainly know that it is only a very limited response the parenting, or breeding majority gives to the non-parents?   

Family arises as a topic although we have gone through much social change during the past fifty, sixty years.  A big impression for me, even as a non-parent, is the importance of taking a kind perspective about little children, and one major definition of family is the living situation with parents and dependent children.  However, the family size of a potential candidate is an indication of the behavior and choices made in private.

Sequel to Captain January, Star Bright

I want to include an illustration by Frank T. Merrill, who contributed much to what appearance should be like – he illustrated a version of the Louisa May Alcott books.

 

 

 

Returned an Interlibrary Loan Book - a sequel to Captain January, by Laura E. Richards, the novel two movies were based on, one that starred Shirley Temple.  (Whose face is on a stamp now, Shirley Temple.)  The story advanced to a young lady raised in the affluent New York home of her aunt, in a time of romantic associations.  Her language often returns to the three books of her early reader years, the Bible, The Dictionary, and Shakespeare.   At the end of the story she is returned to her seaside home and she sings "Where the Bee Sucks, There Suck I"(from The Tempest):

Where the bee sucks, there suck I:   /  In a cowslip’s bell I lie;

There I couch when owls do cry.   /  On the bat’s back I do fly

After summer merrily.    /  Merrily, merrily shall I live now

Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.

At the Democrats' Meeting

Bag made from t-shirt

A few years back I looked for the pirate bean recipe because I remembered it from the Sunday Buffet at Steve’s Gay Nineties, where my folks brought us once in a while.   Steve’s decorated with memorabilia from the 1890s and the booths in the dining room had buggy wheels.  I saw these in photos while searching for the pirate bean recipe.  Steve’s, which was in the business district in South Tacoma, had its own cable car.

Yesterday evening I brought the Caribbean Pirate Bean recipe and a few cookies to a chili event.   Today I found that another person posted photos from the event, which was the Democrats’ Meeting, where RepresentativeDerek Kilmer spoke, and there I am, I think holding my little cell phone.  I had not realized the chili event was some sort of Contest.  It seems I apparently have won the equivalent of the Yellow (or bronze) Ribbon for my (now) Prize Winning Pirate Beans Recipe.

A representative of Plastic Ain’t Tacoma’s Bag handed out Pledge Cards and free Bags made out of t-shirts at the event.  This morning I followed the pattern on the card and turned a grubby t-shirt into a bag.  The video show cutting off the seams.  Perhaps that is differently hygienic than holding on the the seams as you cut, to me holding on to the seams would increase endurance.

Came Across Census Materials 2000

In 1999 I biked to Wheelock Library to test for Census Enumerator for the 2000 Census.  Later I was in an Enumerator Training Session, at Main Library, where I watched the plans appear so Car-Dependent.  That day, at one point, News Tribune photographer Janet Jensen came in to take photos.  As the experience went along, I found I was not continuing with the Enumerator Position, although I had tested to do it.


The project looked car-dependent to me.  The project should be open to alternative transportation, especially Bike Ridership.  Most likely the next presidency will include the 2020 United States Census, the Census is an increasingly challenging project.  Managers of the 2020 Enumerators were directly assuming that the Enumerator would be getting around in a car. Alternative transportation continues to matter very much.  The Enumerator Position should be strategized to employ bike riders.