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From The Writer’s Almanac

A post for Kate, my little left-hander:

Today is International Left-hander’s Day, a day in which left-hander advocacy groups remind you that left-handed scissors, school desks, and computer mice are nonexistent in many places and hard to come by in others. The holiday was first celebrated on this day in 1976, started by Left-hander’s International, with the guiding mantra, “Lefties have rights.”

The group also puts out bulletins with information like this: “Did You Know? Right-handed people operate in the left side of the brain. Left-handed people use their right side. Therefore, only left-handed people are in their right mind.”

Between 10 and 15 percent of the world’s population is left-handed. While we don’t really know why a fraction of the world is left-handed, we do know that it is genetic. Scientists have recently discovered what they think is the gene that allows a parent the possibility of procreating a left-handed child.

To Kill A Mockingbird

From The Writer’s Almanac:

Fifty years ago today, Harper Lee’s (books by this author) only novel, To Kill a Mockingbird, was published, the story narrated by six-year-old Scout Finch in the fictional town of Maycomb, Alabama. It was an immediate best-seller, a Pulitzer Prize winner, and an instant American classic. It continues to sell incredibly well, with 30 million copies still in print.

The book’s title appears in a scene in chapter 10, where Scout remembers something her dad, Atticus, has said and asks her neighbor Miss Maudie about it.

“I’d rather you shot at tin cans in the back yard, but I know you’ll go after birds. Shoot all the bluejays you want, if you can hit ’em, but remember it’s a sin to kill a mockingbird.” That was the only time I ever heard Atticus say it was a sin to do something, and I asked Miss Maudie about it.

“Your father’s right,” she said. “Mockingbirds don’t do one thing but make music for us to enjoy. They don’t eat up people’s gardens, don’t nest in corncribs, they don’t do one thing but sing their hearts out for us. That’s why it’s a sin to kill a mockingbird.”

Although I’ve already planned my summer reading (Last Night In Twister River and On The Road) I started re-reading To Kill A Mockingbord last night, for the first time since 1993.  My brother and I had been discussing only yesterday recent pieces on NPR about Harper Lee, noting the 50th anniversary of the book’s publication, and we agreed that were both planning to re-read the story.  The story is incredibly complex, on so many levels, yet so basic and simple.  Although Will is a voracious reader, he’s probably still a year or two away from attempting to read and comprehend the story; however, I have at least introduced the book title to him, and he *does* know and like the Elmer Bernstein score (To Kill a Mocking Bird Suite) which we’ve listened to in the car many times…

A Midsummer Night's Eve

From The Writer’s Almanac:

Tonight is Midsummer Night’s Eve, also called St. John’s Eve. St. John is the patron saint of beekeepers. It’s a time when the hives are full of honey. The full moon that occurs this month was called the Mead Moon, because honey was fermented to make mead. That’s where the word “honeymoon” comes from, because it’s also a time for lovers. An old Swedish proverb says, “Midsummer Night is not long but it sets many cradles rocking.” Midsummer dew was said to have special healing powers. In Mexico, people decorate wells and fountains with flowers, candles, and paper garlands. They go out at midnight and bathe in the lakes and streams. Midsummer Eve is also known as Herb Evening. Legend says that this is the best night for gathering magical herbs. Supposedly, a special plant flowers only on this night, and the person who picks it can understand the language of the trees. Flowers were placed under a pillow with the hope of important dreams about future lovers.

I truly love this night, as it makes me want to revel and enjoy the warmth and relaxation of a summer evening.  I always feel like something magical is just waiting to happen tonight, and that there really are fairies in my backyard dancing in the moonlight.

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