Friday, November 27, 2015

Gardening and life....

We've spent a long day tidying up the garden for the approaching winter.  It is exhausting and fulfilling work. But it is more than just raking and cutting and so I thought it was maybe time for me to post my gardening musings.

Life and gardening - this I believe.....

I believe that gardening has much to teach me about life.  After the spring rains and sunshine warm the earth and arouse the weeds and plants to grow profusely, I know that I need to deal with the weeds if the beauty of the real flowers is not to be effaced.  As I wrench weeds and dig up stubborn roots, and even admire their subtle efforts to deceive with gaudy flowers, I realize that life often needs that decisive approach to preserve its integrity.  Learning to distinguish the real from the false is an essential skill as I learn to weed out behaviors, habits, or longings that would sap my life force and eventually stunt my growth, mar my individuality, and distract me from my purpose and focus.

As I prune and shape through spurts of summer growth or watch plants deal with periods of drought, I realize that life has similar periods; at times living is easy; there are times of drought when I need to draw on the strength and nourishment stored up in times of abundance. Like my plants, I may undergo pruning as I make decisions and shape my life to follow a particular course, or reshape myself to think in a new direction. I have learned that in times of stress there is inner strength for new opportunities for growth.  As I watched young trees this year divest themselves of leaves in a period of drought, I realized the need to know when to give up on a lost cause or to try a different path that will enable me to survive.

The abundance and richness of fall fills me with gratitude for all of life that surrounds me. The myriad colors of nature are never inharmonious. The diversity of people and experiences that have come my way tell me that life is a rich tapestry, and that I should not dread the richness and maturity that come with age. I can share from the abundance of experience and pass on seeds of friendship and wisdom to those who cross my path.

As I survey the winter landscape approaching outside my window, I see on the one hand its barrenness; but on the other, I am reminded of the need for rest and reflection in a world where the term 24/7 has become synonymous with modern successful life.  I see instead a world where nature wisely shrinks back and finds time to store energy and renew itself for another season.  Likewise, I need to find time for reflection and renewal.

Gardening provides many metaphors for life, perhaps because we each desire to discover or create our own little Eden where all is perfect, productive, and ultimately provides beauty and harmony.  And does not this truly reflect life where we can move and bend with the harsh elements, survive periods of drought, enjoy periods of plenty and show off our colors to the sun, and learn to bloom, like Candide, where we have been planted. And, of course, I must take note of the miracles - like the pansy that has grown from a seedling in a crack in a path.

This is why at the end of a summer or autumn day, exhausted and satisfied from working in the garden, that I can take time physically and metaphorically to stop and smell the roses.
Autumn
Summer
Winter

Summer colors





Sunday, November 8, 2015


Dad: Reginald Barr
A life that exemplifies faith, hope, and love

So how does one go about summing up a life of 87 years in a few short paragraphs?
There is no way to do it justice, and a quick look through the quote book when thinking of someone so dear to us simply makes the quotes look platitudinous and inadequate.  So what might work to encapsulate or rather explain what dad meant to us.

For the texting generation we could try the life in six words approach:
“Husband, father, grand-father, great-grandfather, father-in-law…, friend” –     but you quickly notice that there just aren’t enough words – even  while this succinct approach may provide a quick way to remember him in our busy lives.

We could then mention that he taught us all the lessons that children of our generation needed to know:

  • That money doesn’t grow on trees  (we now know much better now – it comes out of slots in the wall)
  • That a job worth doing is worth doing well… (and even better if you can find an expert in the field  and pay them to do it)

But these are the clichés that can be told of most good lives from a distance.

However, it is so hard to think that he is no longer a part of our lives as he has been there––every day—for so long.  We truly have been blessed to have our parents around for so long.

So to think clearly about dad and what he meant to us, you have to look more closely. And then the first thing you notice is that dad always dressed as if every day was important:
We never saw him without his shirt, tie, and matching pullover or cardigan – even in recent months when he was pretty much house bound.  But each day was significant to him and he prepared for it by dressing to meet it. He accepted each new day and the challenges it brought–bravely–until the very end.  He never complained: in other words, his sartorial elegance reflected the true gentleman he was. (Even his cardiologist said he was his best-dressed patient!)

Standing back a little, we see some general influences he had on our lives: since we all pretty much share these (even down to the grand-daughters), one might be forgiven for thinking that they might just be genetic!

We got our love of reading from him:
We were brought up with books and taken to the library at an early age.  In recent years we shared and exchanged books, recommended books, and indulged one another’s enjoyment of books and offered books as presents.

We got our enjoyment of good music from him:
In the distant past of our childhood, dad returned home from trips to London telling us about concerts he attended at the Royal Albert Hall.  He introduced us to “good music” which we didn’t always appreciate at the time, but which we can enjoy and have made part of our eclectic mix.

We got our appreciation for education: 
Even though dad left school early to follow an apprenticeship in management, he always had a thirst for knowledge and sought to expand his skills in many areas throughout the years.  He honed his sharp mind and intellect daily, and conversations with him were always articulate and spirited.  

But standing back a little there were the even bigger life lessons or principles that we learned:

1.  Patience is necessary to achieve the desired results:
Never was dad’s patience more evident than on the picnics we remember from our childhood when we set off on veritable expeditions for a mere day at the seaside.   Picnics always included fresh sandwiches accompanied by tea – made once the water had been boiled on the primus stove. This process involved carefully choreographed arm movements to grab and strike matches to produce an initial explosive flame, pumping and priming the stove with one hand to achieve the volatile mix to maintain the flames, while fanning frantically with the lid of the box in the other to encourage the flames – all accompanied by a couple of good verbal encouragements we rarely heard him use except in extreme circumstances!  Invariably a northerly gusty wind that would have prevented even Prometheus from delivering fire from the gods would be part of the climatic conditions on such days, but dad never gave up! Eventually that scout master perseverance prevailed and tea was finally ready - long after the sandwiches and bread had been devoured and we were all close to suffering from hypothermia.  

2.  You must have the wisdom and courage to follow you heart:
Every time there was a major decision to be taken, it was never settled upon or finalized without running it past dad. With wisdom – which he would never have given himself credit for – he added perspectives and insights from his experience.  He never told us what to do, but encouraged us to do what was in our hearts, because he felt that we would then know the right thing to do – with the emphasis on “doing the right thing.” Looking at our lives today, I don’t think we have strayed too far from that advice and found success and fulfillment in doing so.

3.  Love keeps a short list of enemies and a long list of loved ones
In recent years, we have rarely heard expressions of anger from dad.  Like all of us, he railed against the injustices of the world and political folly, but he accepted his expanding family and became a friend to all.  He rejoiced in his growing family; accepted sons-in-law as more sons, a daughter-in-law as another daughter, followed the progress and rejoiced in the successes of his growing granddaughters and took great joy in his great-grandchildren, and even expanded his enthusiasm to the family dogs – some met and known only through pictures.  Dad accepted friends and family from overseas, followed lives with enthusiasm and interest, and just always cared.   He always spoke to people as if he or she were the most important person in the world.

4.  Learning is indeed a lifelong experience
As the rest of us were finding out the advantages of technology to keep in touch, dad was not to be left behind and in his 80s he mastered his new Mac computer, learned to use his iPad (complete with online banking!) used Face Time, Skype and text messages to communicate, and even created a Face Book page!  This allowed him to keep in touch with his American granddaughter who  helped him set it up.   For him, until a short time ago, everyday presented new opportunities to learn about and explore this technological world.

5.  Whatever your hand finds to do, do it with all your might: simply put, act on your faith.
At home, in the work world, in the church, in his public service, dad’s commitment was unwavering.  When job changes were forced upon him, he adopted his new positions with a dignity and principles that those who knew him well appreciated.
He made many friends through all his areas of service and touched many lives all while refusing to take credit for any accomplishment.  Through good times and bad, through times of plenty and times of need, dad never wavered in his faith and always had a place in his heart for others and those who were less fortunate.  

6.  Finally, character is important
 To sum up he taught us to focus on building character and not a reputation.   Consistency, constancy, and strong principles were marks of dad’s character.  And he taught us to stand firm and think things through in a world that often seeks to mold us to its purposes. Perhaps it is here that a quote that I saw just today finally rings true: “Your life is your legacy.”

Dad,  we do not need to write your name in stone, for we will carry it with us engraved in our hearts; and it will be carried into the next generation in the lives of your beautiful granddaughters: our memories of you, the lessons we learned from you, the parts of you we model and mirror, the actions we undertake on account of your influence, and our contributions to a wider world: all because of your love, your faith, and your guidance.

THANK YOU!!

Written November 2012 




Monday, August 24, 2015

A little learning is a dangerous thing... - Alexander Pope

  or....  "20th century teacher in search of 21st century skills".....

The summer for a teacher means the opportunity first of all for recovery from a taxing and draining year of work.  After that comes the opportunity for me to update and reflect on next year's plans. And then there is the opportunity for professional development by checking in on the latest in technology, learning opportunities to grow and develop as an educator up to date with the latest technology... or maybe not..!

Tonight as I separated the burnt from the edible pieces of my dinner, I realized that maybe it is time to take a break from all of the self-imposed professional development I have subjected myself to in the name of keeping up through social media.  Everyone puts out that you can contact them through Facebook, Twitter,  or other social media and I have been doing my best to read and post in the idea of keeping myself in the loop. But it might be time to unplug....just to have some vacation before the social media circus starts all over again.

During the afternoon I had checked my customized reading site and learned the 7 ideas to motivate students, the 10 latest ideas to integrate technology (that is up from the 8 of yesterday); the 15 essential sites I need to visit on Pinterest (thanks to my supervisor..!), and the 25 best practices to remain relevant within the classroom  (and that is just today)!  I've added all of those to yesterday's 10 "no-rules" for the classroom,  7 best technology sites, the 50 things I need to know about teaching in the 21st Century, and the 25 best sites I need to visit.  I am now buried underneath the math of the essentials, the names of the latest gurus, and the blogposts of the people who hold the keys to the educational kingdom of success.  This is not to be confused with the blogs and best practices I glean from my Twitter account and the myriad genii I follow on that platform - every now and again adding my own 2 cents worth of dross (all while trying to sound knowledgeable) and then checking out the professional organizations on Facebook: in a week I've been to AATF, SCOLT, CLEAR, CeLTA and GWATFL. This alphabet soup leaves me nightly dreaming of organizations I can create with the remaining letters, working the ZXWV into my own webpage of petty offerings in this digital age where each person is an expert.   If I miss a day, I feel so behind... I am buried under the numbers I missed, the letters I have  yet to unscramble, and the sites I have not yet accessed.

But back to my dinner,... while waiting for the vegetables and the pasta to cook, I left it all to its own device while I read another article and added another site to my own wiki, and in this time, dinner: summer vegetables  carefully chosen for their beauty and flavor were overcooked... and so I think, perhaps it is not necessary to try and do it all, to read all the blogs, to follow all the ephemeral tweets, to be everything to all people - but to rest in enjoying the minute and to remember that the evidence points out that the most important device in a classroom is still the teacher... and given long enough I can find and quote the article on Twitter that says just that!!

I hope you are enjoying your school year.

Saturday, August 15, 2015

A summer to remember


The summer of 2015 has been magical in many respects.  The wedding, prepared for and long awaited, took place on a beautiful  Memorial Day weekend and we rejoiced in the presence of family members, the gaining of a delightful son-in-law, and seeing Lyn and Corey be married surrounded by loving friends and family members.

A month later, we went to France in search of sun, simple and good food, and history.  We gained all in the surroundings of a delightful setting on the Mediterranean on Narbonne Plage. We explored the history of the Cathars, toured cathedrals and abbayes, sampled local wines, and met with friends. All in all, it was an amazing summer! Finally, on the way home we stopped off in England for a wedding at Berkeley Castle.  From end to end, the summer was perfect.

Tuesday, May 12, 2015


What - give you away?? 
With special thoughts to my daughter and a tribute to my mother on Mother's Day 2015

Recently on April 18 we had a bridal shower for Lyn.  For weeks I had been hoping my muse would bring new thoughts to pass on to her on the threshold of her new life.  But I just felt the joy for her as she was to embark on a new future with a wonderful young man we are happy to embrace as a son, and sadness for me as I felt her move a little further away.  My thoughts kept going back to the words I had written for her as she was about to leave for college.  My feelings are so similar - so here we are 10 years later, I read to her the gently updated version....

It will be gone before you know it.  The fingerprints on the wall appear higher and higher.  Then suddenly they disappear.   – Dorothy Evslin

It’s nearly time….. my mother told me these days would go by fast though certain wintry days might appear very long. Once when you were a very young baby, I felt seduced by the glamour of being a working mother like so many other women I knew who juggled work and motherhood very adeptly.  As I stood by the sink washing tiny dishes and spoons one day I declared, “I could be doing something so much more important than this.”

“Like what?” said a voice, though there was no one there. 

I got the message and felt instantly free to embrace the feeling that I had been called to a loftier task to just be a mother and to enjoy our time together.

Now I still treasure the times when we go shopping and talk over lunch, when we go to Starbucks on a cold school holiday and talk by the fire, when we drive home together, and we talk about the news, school days, friends or difficult and unexpected situations.  I realize that I am very privileged to share these times as they are not the prerogative of every parent.   But I recall times when I used to talk with my own mother who had tea or hot chocolate waiting when I arrived home from school, and with whom I later shopped and shared my thoughts, concerns, and ideas.

The best conversations often begin with a probing or leading question.  Your deep questions always led me to spend many pensive moments thinking not just about the question, but about the deeper issues behind it. In your early years, these were never evident to you at the time.  As a student and for years after, I used to think that understanding Les Pensées de Pascal and the bleak side of the world of existentialism of Jean-Paul Sartre were the important issues to grapple with.  Yet, as a child you led me to think more deeply about other, and more precious, mysteries.  It didn’t take long before my literary books were relegated to the lowest shelves of the bookcase and replaced with the true wisdom of Winnie the Pooh, Anne of Green Gables and other children’s books which speak more deeply to the heart of the listening adult.

One day, when you were three, you asked, “Mummy, when I’m six or five or four, will you not give me away?”  At first I couldn’t understand what would prompt such a question; as far as I recalled I had tried to be an enlightened mother and never threaten to give you away! In response, I assured you quite simply that I would love you forever and never give you away.  Additional questions on the topic in an attempt to solve the lingering doubts on your side and further assurances from mine did nothing to resolve the matter until it finally dawned on me that you believed parents must give their children away because I no longer lived at home with the people I called my mum and dad and had to communicate with them through the medium of the telephone.  Clarity followed – for me anyway!  You were able to let the matter drop when you resolved it in your mind with the reasoning, “I suppose you’ll just give me away when I’m a mummy.”

“When you’re going to marry the special person that God has for you, we’ll give you our blessing to marry him, but we’ll always love you and keep you in our hearts. We’ll always love you, for ever and ever.” It seemed so important to reassure a tiny child on this very crucial and scary issue. And yet, over the years you have been slowly but surely gaining confidence in your ability to go away.  We love the cell phone though–a.k.a. the family tracking device–that offers comfort and assurance to all involved.  

While we will never really ever give you away, we have entrusted you to the keeping of many people over the course of these years to help you gain your independence.  There have been the family members and friends, teachers - some of whom have been excellent role models and easy to entrust you to: tutors, swim coaches, youth leaders, and schools with challenging programs.  The search for a college during this past summers was difficult for us all because the search was to find the right environment, people, teachers, swim coach and team mates to whom we could entrust you all at once! Strangely enough, on our visits to Franklin and Marshall we had the feeling that this would be such a place: you were comfortable, and as we walked the campus and talked to people we had an assurance about the years that lay ahead.  


So be assured, while it will soon be time to let you go away, we are not giving you away. (Neither will we give away your things, not even the bunny, though I must once again hunt out the pate recipe in case she decides to try and take advantage of me!) We are simply entrusting you to  Corey in faith that he will provide the right environment for you to continue to grow, study, and mature. There we hope you can build on all that you have been taught and nurtured at home and in the places that we have provided until now.  We will be anxious for the phone calls to say you are coming home, alone, or with others who want to visit the Nation’s Capital, and we will be anxious for the times we can spend together, to talk, to hug, … .and then to let go again, because that is the nature of the safe place we call home. 

2005 and April 2015 :)


Sunday, May 10, 2015

Mother's Day - repost 2015 - Just a few weeks before the wedding of Lyn

“One fair daughter, and no more…..,” Hamlet, II,ii,416
Thoughts on Mothers’ Day 2004

Having a child is a positive declaration to the world: it’s a belief in the future and a desire to contribute to it.  On one level, one has a child for personal and selfish reasons: to love, to cosset, to nurture, and, of course, to pass on those incredible genes!  On a greater level, one hopes to affect the future and to make the world a better place.  What mother in her heart has not looked into that tiny form of a helpless child and seen the possibilities – the one who will accomplish all that we could not, the one who might accomplish great things in his or her chosen field, or the one whose name will be loved and cherished on account of talents or beauty of character.
We are caretakers and nurturers, at once scared and awed by the power that this role apparently offers us, but even more terrified at our total inadequacy for the task that parenthood involves. 

Afterword: May 2015 
The future is in great hands as I consider all the wonderful girls in this family!