Amy Lowell (1874 - 1925), US poet and critic. Best known for her biography of Keats and her leadership of the Imagist movement in poetry.

At the time of the declaration of war in 1914 Miss Lowell was in London. Late for an appointment, hindered by the crowds in the street, indignant at the police for not helping her, as she returned to her hotel she burst out, "Don't they know I'm Amy Lowell? And it was this month that my book of poems was coming out here! What attention will it get with this going on? What has happened to England? Why doesn't she simply stop the war?"

And writers today think they have problems launching a book!!!
~ THE LITTLE, BROWN BOOK OF Anecdotes, Clifton Fadiman, 1985

More on poet Amy Lowell:

When Amy Lowell's ancient car broke down, the garage mechanic refused to repair it until she identified herself and could guarantee payment of the bill. Miss Lowell informed the man that she was the sister of the president of Harvard and suggested that he call her brother. The mechanic duly telephoned Harvard.

Abbott Lawrence Lowell asked, "What's she doing now?"
"Sitting on a wall smoking a big cigar."
"That's my sister, all right."

~Graphics: Wikipedia

In Little Women*, Jo, Beth, Meg and Amy decide to give up their cream and muffins on Christmas morning in order to surprise the needy widow with a gift.
* Louisa May Alcott, American novelist (1832 - 1888)

"Resolve this holiday you'll try to perform some small act of saintliness. It could be as simple as a check to your favourite charity , or donating a few hours to read to the children at the library. But it could also be something that doesn't require someone else's official organization. . . dropping off a fresh batch of holiday cookies at the police station or firehouse. When doing your biannual closet-edit, bring the fashion rejects to the Salvation Army."
~ Swell Holiday, Cynthia Rowley & Ilene Rosenzweig, Atria Books.

"The best portions of a good man's life,
his little, nameless, unremembered acts,
of kindness and love."
~ William Wordsworth, English poet (1770 - 1850)

A Simple Homemade Gift ~
A tiny, delightful voice this morning reminded me of Christmas' past, "I'm going to make you something for Christmas, Grandma."
Early Christmas celebrations comprised a single, simple homemade gift for each member of the family, a special meal and traditionally some songs around the piano. It was a time when folks luxuriated in each others company around a natural tree decked in modest ornaments. As we prosper, the customs of Christmas consists more and more of many sophisticated events. The perfect gifts, extravagant decorations, expensive evenings with more people than we can possibly enjoy.

The excitement in a little girl's voice awakened something in my memory today. Perhaps we need to re-evaluate the traditional Christmas that we cherish.

"Books are the plane, and the train, and the road."

"...Perhaps it is true that at base we readers are dissatisfied people, yearning to be elsewhere, to live vicariously through words in a way we cannot live directly through life. Perhaps we are the world's great nomads, if only in our minds. I travel today in the way I once dreamed of traveling as a child. And the irony is that I don't care for it very much. I am the sort of person who prefers to stay at home, surrounded by family, friends, familiarity,books. This is what I like about traveling: the time on airplanes spent reading, solitary, happy. It turns out that when my younger self thought of taking wing, she wanted only to let her spirit soar. Books are the plane, and the train, and the road. They are the destination, and the journey. They are home."

Anna Quindlen, How Reading Changed My Life, p. 165 A Passion for Books

Waiting for Christmas. Get a good book for Christmas.
"The gift that keeps on giving." When all the gifts are opened, the family meal is over and the house is quiet,

"There is nothing like curling up with a book!" Gizmo, the bookshop dog.

A PASSION for BOOKS

"Without books, God is silent, justice dormant, natural science at a stand, philosophy lame, letters dumb, and all things involved in darkness."

~ Thomas V. Bartholin, Danish physician, mathematician (1616 - 1680)

Three Rivers Press, 1999

A Fountain, A Bottle, A Donkey's Ears, and Some Books ~ by Robert Frost

Excerpts:
"We trod uncomfortably on crunching glass
Through a house stripped of everything
Except, it seemed, the poetess's poems.
Books, I should say! ~ if books are what is needed.
A whole edition in a packing case
That, overflowing like a horn of plenty,
Or like the poetess's heart of love,
Had spilled them near the window, toward the light,
where driven rain had wet and swollen them.
Enough to stock a village library ~

"... Books were not thrown irreverently about.
They simply lay where someone now and then,
Having tried one, had dropped it at his feet
And left it lying where it fell rejected.
Here were all those the poetess's life
Had been too short to sell or give away."

~ The Poetry of Robert Frost, Holt, Rinehart and Winston, 1969
Edited by Edward Connery Lathem

Neil Paul has hooked us on Frost. Thank you for coming by Neil. One of our favourites above but don't stop with the excerpts, you must read the entire poem.
Please Note: We like to think that our little blog is like a visit to the bookshop. Stay a while, pick up a book, engage in conversation with another reader or a local author. Take a walk around the village.