"Whatever is bothering you, write it down in a book.  Close the book, and a year later you'll open it up and say, "Big deal."

~ Joan Rivers (b. 1933)  American entertainer.

"Writing is a form of therapy; sometimes I wonder how all those who do not write, compose or paint can manage to escape the madness, the melancholia, the panic fear which is inherent in a human situation."

~ Graham Greene (1904 - 1991)  British writer.

Paved Streets in Cayuga

Welcome to Asphalt in Cayuga

 

 

 

Asphalt !

Talbot (Hwy 3) & Munsee (Hwy 54) ~ Cayuga

"The lure of the distant and the difficult is deceptive.  The great opportunity is where you are."

~ John Burroughs (1837 - 1921)  American naturalist, nature essayist.

Easy Riding ~
Over the new bridge is easy riding.  Through the village?  Not so much!

Cayuga businesses want you to know that they are OPEN.  Welcoming signs in all the windows. "Come on in!"

[Photos:  Sunday, August 24]

O world, thou choosest not the better part!
It is not wisdom to be only wise,
And on the inward vision closes the eyes;
But it is wisdom to believe the heart.
Columbus found a world, and had no chart
Save one that faith deciphered in the skies;
To trust the soul's invincible surmise
Was all his science and his only art.
Our knowledge is a torch of smoky pine
That lights the pathway but one step
That lights the pathway but one step ahead
Across a void of mystery and dread.
Bid, then, the tender light of faith to shine
By which alone the mortal heart is led
Unto the thinking of the thought divine.

~ George Santayana (1863 - 1952) b. in Spain, educated in U.S. Essayist, novelist, poet.

TREES

The Oak is called the King of Trees,
The Aspen quivers in the breeze,
The Poplar grows up straight and tall,
The Pear tree spreads along the wall,
The Sycamore gives pleasant shade,
The Willow droops in watery glade,
The Fir tree useful timber gives,
The Beech amid the forest lives.

~ Sara Coleridge (1802 - 1952) English poet, translator, DICK KING-SMITH'S COUNTRYSIDE TREASURY, Illustrated by Christian Birmingham. HarperCollins Publishers Ltd., 1998.

Reminder:  Today the literary group meets in the bookshop 1:00 p.m.  For the August meet, we bring an item or topic of our own.  This is an entertaining, informal round-table discussion.  Come for a while or come for the afternoon!  "Coffee pot's always on..."
[We recommend that you park in front of the bookshop only if travelling east.  Otherwise, there is parking along Cayuga Street in the downtown business section.]

 

Grand ~ York, ON

"To go fishing is the chance to wash one's soul with pure air, with the rush of the brook, or with the shimmer of the sun on blue water.  It brings meekness and inspiration from the decency of nature, charity toward tackle-makers, patience toward fish, a mockery of profits and egos, a quieting of hate, a rejoicing that you do not have to decide a darned thing until next week.  And it is discipline in the equality of men ~ for all men are equal before fish."

~ Herbert Hoover (Aug. 10, 1874 - Oct. 20, 1964)  President of U.S. (1929-1933)

On Writing ~

"Recording happiness made it last longer, we felt, and recording sorrow dramatized it and took away its bitterness;  and often we settled some problem which beset us even while we wrote about it."
Dorothy Day (1897-1980) American activist

"People who keep journals live life twice.  Having written something down gives you the opportunity to go back to it over and over, to remember and relive the experience."
~ Jessamyn West (1907-1984) American writer

"We are drawn toward journals out of a craving for the authentic, for the uncensored word and thought."
~ Mark Rudman, b. 1948, American writer

"Writing is a form of therapy, sometimes I wonder how all those who do not write, compose or paint can manage to escape the madness, the melancholia, the panic fear which is inherent in a human situation."
~Graham Greene,  (1904-1991) British writer

"One truth discovered, one pang of regret at not being able to express it, is better than all the fluency and flippancy in the world."

~ Wm. Hazlitt (177-1830) English writer

 

 



"Writing is an escape from a world that crowds me.  I like being alone in a room.  It's almost always a form of meditation ~ an investigation of my own life."
~ Neil Simon (b. 1927)  American dramatist

"The chief utility of the journal intime is to restore the integrity of the mind and the equilibrium of the conscience, that is, inner health."
~ H. F. Amiel (1821 - 1881) Swiss writer, philosopher, poet

"I want to write, but more than that, I want to bring out all kinds of things that lie buried deep in my heart."
~ Anne Frank (1929-1945) Dutch diarist

Third Thursday of every month in the bookshop we are entertained by a lively literary group.  The month of August is when we bring something of our own that would be of interest to the group.  It might be that family heirloom.  It might be that signed first edition of Gabriel Garcia Marquez ~

Whatever the topic or item, we guarantee a round-table discussion!

See you on Thursday. August 21, 1:00 p.m.

"Everyone welcome ~ coffee pot's always on..."

[If you are publishing a book ~ great time to put it on display.  We will designate a table for local authors.]

The Wild Places

Oh, here is joy that cannot be
    In any market bought or sold,
    Where forests beckon fold on fold
In a pale silver ecstasy,
And every hemlock is a spire
Of faint moon-fire.

For music we shall have the chill
   Wild bugle of a vagrant wind
    Seeking for what it cannot find,
A lonely trumpet on the hill,
Or keening in the dear dim white
Chambers of night.

And there are colours in the wild:
    The royal purple of old kings;
    Rose-fire of secret dawn; clear springs
Of emerald in valleys aisled
With red pine stems; and tawny stir
Of dying fir.

~ Lucy Maud Montgomery (1874 - 1942) Canadian writer, poet. The Poetry of ,  Fitzhenry & Whiteside, 1987

Boy With Book

 

"Love is the passionate and abiding desire on the part of two or more people to produce together conditions under which each can be and spontaneously express, his real self; to produce together an intellectual soil and an emotional climate in which each can flourish, far superior to what either could achieve alone."

~ Author Unknown

[Pretty after the special day...]

Country Roads

Appreciation Night ~ Haldimand Norfolk Stewardship Council at Ruthven Park

 

 

 

 

 

 Bass: Mike Arnold.  Lead:  Mike Downing. Baritone: Ross Gowan.  Tenor: Bill Werner

 

 

www.ruthvenpark.ca  

 

 

 

"An archaeologist is the best husband a woman can have;  the older she gets, the more interested he is in her."
~ Agatha Christie

"The truth is friendship is every bit as sacred and eternal as marriage."
~ Katherine Mansfield

"One's life has value so long as one attributes value to the life of others, by means of love, friendship, indignation and compassion."
~ Simone de Beauvoir

SaturdayAugust 9 The bookshop is closed

"See you back in the bookshop

on Wednesday, Aug. 13."

 

24 March 1948

"The sun streams into my window, and I can just see from my bed the last span of the Pont de Grenelle.  If I get up, the Seine is there, flowing so slow it might be a lake threaded under bridges.  At night, the wide space of water is tinseled with lights and the sky immense above.

Julian* rushed off to Geneva last night, to be at the U.N. Meeting on Free Flow of Information.  No-one went hopefully, because the Russians will boycott it.  He returns tonight in the small hours.  Poor J is being so overworked, he has no private life left--unless he tears it out of the early morning and goes for a walk, looking at birds and fishermen for 10 minutes a day.  Quelle galere!
"...What a dream, to liberate Russia...We are all, they as well as us, so blinded by fear that we don't know anymore where to turn for hope.  Two years ago we had so much more hope..."

~ Juliette Huxley Leaves of the Tulip Tree, Autobiography, Oxford Letters & Memoirs. Oxford University Press, 1987

*Sir Julian Huxley, brother of Aldous Huxley, husband of Juliette. First Director of UNESCO

The person suddenly in front of you, you know; however, you "choke" unable to remember who it is ~

U.S. Film actor, Douglas Fairbanks was driving back to his mansion, saw an Englishman of aristocratic mien and familiar face trudging along the road in the heat.  He stopped to offer him a ride, which the stranger accepted.  Still unable to remember the man's name, Fairbanks invited him in for a drink, and in the course of conversation attempted to elicit some clues as to his visitor's identity.  The Englishman seemed to know many of Fairbanks's friends and was evidently well acquainted with the estate, for he made approving comments on some recent changes.  Eventually Fairbanks managed a whispered aside to his secretary, who had just entered the room. "Who's this Englishman?  I know he's Lord Somebody, but I just can't remember his name.

"That," replied the secretary, "is the English butler you fired last month for getting drunk."

~ THE LITTLE, BROWN BOOK OF Anecdotes, Clifton Fadiman General Editor, 1985.

"A wise old owl lived in an oak;

The more he saw the less he spoke;

The less he spoke the more he heard:

Why can't we all be like that bird?"

~ Unknown

Those we Love the Best  ~ by Ella Wheeler Wilcox*

One great truth in life I've found,
     While journeying to the West ~
The only folks we really wound
     Are those we love the best.

The man you thoroughly despise
     Can rouse your wrath, 'tis true;
Annoyance in your heart will rise
     At things mere strangers do.

But those are only passing ills;
     This rule all lives will prove;
The rankling wound which aches and thrills
Is dealt by hands we love.

The choicest garb, the sweetest grace,
     Are oft to strangers shown;
The careless mien, the frowning face,
    Are given to our own.

We flatter those we scarcely know,
     We please the fleeting guest,
And deal full many a thoughtless blow
     To those we love the best ....

*American author, poet (1850 - 1919) Her best known work perhaps The Way of the World, lines of which are, "Laugh and the world laughs with you, weep and you weep alone."

 

"We are alone, absolutely alone, on this chance planet; and amid all the forms of life that surround us, not one, excepting the dog, has made an alliance with us."   ~ Maurice Maeterlinck (Aug. 29, 1862 - May 6, 1949) Belgium playwright, poet.