Tuesday, December 29, 2009

ONE MORE BOOK TO MENTION

Seems like my blog-life is revolving around books recently. Actually, life is quite busy with holidays, family visiting (featuring the #1 grandson Eli who brought along his parents), and a little extra caregiving. I'll try to get something else ready for next week, something brighter perhaps, but meanwhile...

Most of you know why I am interested in reading and learning about Parkinson's Disease. I now have a modest library of books on that subject too. For what it's worth, here is the best book of the last several years related to the personal impact of PD.

Life in the Balance by Thomas Graboys, M.D. (with Peter Zheutlin). In this candid account, a physician tells about his personal struggle to date with Parkinson's Disease. A renowned medical leader and cardiac pioneer based in Boston, a member of a team which shared a Nobel Peace Prize in 1985, winner of a zillion awards for almost everything important or interesting about the heart, Dr. Graboys found it necessary to first truncate and then finally shut down his remarkable medical practice because of the encroaching symptoms of PD. Although there are many typical characteristics of Parkinson's, a condition primarily caused by a chemical deficiency of dopamine in the brain, each person who had PD also has a personal and unique combination of the symptoms, and those in varying degrees of intensity or duration. Dr. Graboys' mix included not only movement disorders but a closely related disease called Lewy-Body Dementia which causes disruption of cognition and episodes of hallucinations among other features.

Poignantly told, the book offers considerable insight into how one man daily learns to cope with the rebellion of both body and mind, neither one being under reliable control at any given hour. It is a story of despair, yet it it documents the triumph of an indomitable spirit which will not yield against the unrelenting illness and its effects. It is courage lived daily. It is boldness in the face of disability. It is the victory of character over a mindless medical evil.

I've debated for a week whether to mention this book at all. It was good for me to read, but I rather think some others would find it extremely depressing. This is not a feel-good book about sunshine and songbirds. It was, however, for me, a view of how in trying circumstances, an individual can determine - by the power of the will - to find and enjoy the smallest successes as though they were equal to climbing the world's highest peaks. At this point, for me, this book was good therapy.

Thank you, Dr. Graboys. Please accept my prayers and best wishes as you continue to overcome the beast.

Sunday, December 20, 2009

MY DECEMBER 2009 READING REPORT

Many and frequent are the books that pass through my various reading stacks. There are some beside my easy chair, a pile in the bedroom, a stack in my upstairs art room, and a partial shelf of soon/someday books in the bonus room. The titles that make it into these occasional postings are the books I have read and enjoyed and felt were good enough mention to readers of this blog. Who knows how many of you benefit from these modest recommendations? I am aware of a handful of friends who usually comment, or pass along thanks, and sometimes even read selections from the books I name. You special few keep me going with this posting theme. So Merry Christmas. If any of these become favorites of yours or even only give you pause for thoughtful reflection, perhaps you'll consider it a holiday gift worth the time you can invest in it.

George Guthridge. The Kids from Nowhere; The Story Behind the Arctic Educational Miracle. Alaska Northwest Books; Anchorage/Portland, 2006. Even in the often empty vastness of Alaska there are few places more remote and isolated than St. Lawrence Island, some 200 miles southwest of Nome in the middle of the Bering Sea halfway to Russia. In this most unlikely place a dedicated teacher and a mismatched bunch of "uneducable" Yupik Eskimo students with few books and no computers, children of whale and walrus hunters, who spoke English poorly as a second language were challenged to achieve in academic battle against other schools using a learning model known as the Future Problem Solving Program. Their struggle with acquiring knowledge in the midst of a clash of cultures and minimal opportunity is heart-wrenching. The steady grinding out of step-by-step success and eventual triumph against the best students of the best schools in North America is spell-binding. It is a quick read, but one that will easily stay with you for ages. There are few equals to this astonishing story of unprecedented achievement.

David A. Neiwert. Strawberry Days; How Internment Destroyed a Japanese American Community. Palgrave Macmillan; New York, 2005. Prior to Pearl Harbor, Japanese Americans has successfully established themselves in a number of Pacific Coast communities, and had proven themselves to be hardworking and industrious workmen in spite of the persistent bigoted oppression to their presence. In spite of increasing legal and political pressure against them, most Japanese Americans, including both those who held American citizenship and those older emigrants who were ineligible for that privilege, established credibility as skilled, family centered, workers, farmers, and businessmen. The story of Bellevue, Washington, in that era serves as a grim example of how one representative community was virtually dismantled by the combination of white social rejection and the National Internment Program which relocated nearly 120,000 Japanese Americans into remote desert concentration camps. Strawberry Days is one of many recent books to help document the injustices against American citizens who happened to share the ethnic and racial characteristics of the enemy. A somewhat heavy read, this book is extensively documented, almost to excess in the text. However, to those who are intrigued by this unique chapter in American socio-political history, it makes a fine contribution to the collective literature. I have added it to my collection on this subject.

Chaim Potok. The Gift of Asher Lev. Fawcett Columbine; New York, 1990. Readers who cherish the best works of this author (The Chosen, The Promise, etc.) may have missed the sequel to the earlier "My Name is Asher Lev", as I did for over a decade. Picking up Asher Lev's story twenty years later, Potok gives us insight into the artist's quandary as to how to continue his unique career following the exhibition of his highly controversial crucifixion paintings which had upset the entire Jewish community in Brooklyn. Living in exile in Paris, Asher Lev, his wife and children are called to New York for a funeral and subsequently they begin to reconnect with the Hasidic leaders who comprise much of Asher's own family. This book will not stand alone; reading or reviewing the first book will be necessary to identify and profit from the nuances of the interactions he experiences. It is a tense and compelling masterpiece. A new favorite for me.

Katheryn Stockett. The Help; A Novel. G.P.Putnam's Sons; New York, 2009. In Mississippi, in 1962, a young woman, newly graduated from Ole Miss. and trained in journalism tries to begin her career. Struggling to find work and purpose she is challenged to write about what she knows best: it turns out that what she chooses to write about is "the help", as in the colored domestic helpers who have worked for decades in many of the homes of the wealthy, white employers, but who have been treated as non-entities and non-persons in spite of having raised the white children and cleaned and cooked and served the families faithfully for years for a pittance. The stories, moreover, are told both by and from the viewpoints of several of the domestic women themselves, although written by Skeeter, the young journalist. This first novel is a blockbuster in emotional tension and impact. Here is insight into how the separation of racial lives, black and white, existed in non-connected parallels in the early years of the American Civil Rights era. It is both warm (as a human story) and chilling (as a social phenomena).

Velma Wallace. Two Old Women; An Alaskan Legend of Betrayal, Courage and Survival. Epicenter Press; Fairbanks/Seattle, 1993. This is another book I wish I had read when it first came out over fifteen years ago. Apparently based on historic, oral, Athabaskan memories of primitive life in the north lands, Wallis tells the tale in the wonderful, spare, style of language the women would have used. This gives the flow a quite authentic flavor. Deemed to be of too little value to the tiny tribe because of their age and lack of apparent contribution, the two women are "left behind" in the hope that casting them off would increase the chances of the rest surviving. The two, however, realize their plight, combine their strength and skills, and not only rescue themselves, but eventually bring about a remarkable and unexpected triumph. Don't let the small size of the book dissuade you from reading this record of the huge human spirit.

[Bonus: I also recently reread Willa Cather's story Death Comes for the Archbishop. I know such writing is often overlooked because it is "classic". May I point out that the classics are classic because they are recognized as being excellent, proven, meaningful and enduring literature. Read the classics as deliberately as you would read significant non-fiction. Both provide balance to an excess diet of pulp fiction!]

AGAIN, MY CUP RUNNETH OVER

For the first time, I plan to do a double post tonight. I have had another subject in mind for several days, but just have not found time until tonight. It will be posted after this one.

BUT FIRST... THIS BULLETIN...

Today, for the first time in quite a while, we had all our kids, all their spouses, and all our grandchildren together for a brief while. We all attended morning services together - even sitting in a group - and afterward we seized the moment to snap a few candid photos on a couch in the Fireside Room.

With one child's family here in Vancouver, another in eastern Washington, and the third in Alaska, it is a rare occasion when we can all be together for a precious visit. The opportunity this time was to gather to spend some time with the youngest of the clan, Elijah "Eli" Hugh Wyatt, who is 18 months old, and the darling of the whole family. It was a very brief window of togetherness, as prior plans took some of us away for portions of the rest of the day. Still, a lot of good visiting was enjoyed and the holidays were celebrated briefly just by being together for a few hours. You should know, the hit of the day was Mr. Personality himself, Eli.

See the new posts on http://www.elijahhugh.blogsppot.com/ to see what a handsome lad he is and what the rest of his relatives looked like today.

I count today's gathering a blessing, a special gift from the Giver of all things wonderful, and I am deeply grateful.

Wednesday, December 09, 2009

HOW LOW CAN WE GO?

When much of the Midwest and the American Rockies are covered by an Arctic airmass, those of us in Southwest Washington state usually escape the worst of the cold being somewhat protected by the Cascade mountain range which separates the eastern and western sides of Washington and Oregon. The super cold usually finds only one way through these mountains - the Columbia River Gorge.

Because the gorge constricts the cold air as it flows west, the windspeed increases, and the air is warmed as it travels. Where it dumps out of the gorge into the east Portland/Vancouver metroplex the windchill factors are pretty severe and always a staple on the local newscasts, but the rest of the area is spared the worst of the wind.

The current Arctic blast, however, is setting new records for being the coldest and longest sustained FREEZE for decades. Part of this is because the airmass this time was so huge and cold and driven so strongly that it pushed over the mountain ranges, filled the western valleys, dived on over the coastal mountain ranges and descended on the beach towns of the Pacific Coast.



Over the past few days our temperatures have dropped steadily: mid-30s, high 20s, 24, 20, 14, 11, and this morning's low of 7 degrees. Mid-day yesterday was the first day this week that the thermometer read at 32 degrees. The sky has been mostly clear and without a cloud cover, there has been nothing to hold what little heat the December sun offers.

We have kept the wood stove going and it has been hungry. I'm really ready for some mild t-shirt days in the 40s or even low 50s. Some rain would be welcome too since we have been dry for over two weeks now. I tried to think of a witty crack about global warming, but I can't seem to find any warmth for it at the moment.

[BTW - Betty's wrist seems to be healing nicely. Now if I can just keep her away from the woodstove until her blisters heal.]