February 1, 2007
What I cherish most, to this day, about my childhood was the utter lack of noise. I had so much time to be outside, to read and to talk with family and friends. My godfather, Norman Lewis, owned a music store on the town square a block away from the lovely limestone Methodist church where I was baptized. He and my godmother, Betty, owned a home in town and a rustic cabin on a farm about twenty minutes outside of town. There was a piano and a record player in the cabin, a big screened-in porch in the front, a pond and land to roam and explore. I developed a taste for the Glenn Miller Orchestra and long evenings of good food, singing, talking, and just BEING.
Back to The Habit of Being....People these days are so distracted, distraught and, frankly, unpleasant. It is as if with all of our striving for security and comfort we have forgone the real pleasures in life that come from a moderately-paced daily life. I am easing in to a post regarding our schedule as homeschoolers. I say "easing in" because I am a newbie with only 6 months of homeschooling under my belt, and I do not want to get puffy.
I do want to read this book, Noise: