For #9 on the Nerd in the Brain Summer Reading program challenge, I read Howards End by E.M. Forster. The challenge was to read a book published before 1950. Howards End was published in 1910.
The world in Howards End is very different than modern times. There’s still the class distinction between rich and poor but it doesn’t seem so extreme.
For example, I’m poor but it doesn’t keep me from living life. I’m a little nervous about retirement because it’s imminent. I’m thinking I will talk Lucas into getting a mobile home and traveling. Then when it’s our time to go, our families can send us off in a very Viking way – set the darned thing on fire and send us over a waterfall. Maybe that’s extreme, which is why it should be done.
Anyway, back to the book . . . I really liked Margaret. I empathize with her worrying about where to live. I’m pretty sure I would not have married Henry but I guess she liked him. She just seemed so independent and too smart for him. He was so short-sighted and lacking emotion but he redeemed himself in the end.
P.S. It is Howards End instead of Howard’s End. I learned something new today.
Ready Set Go: Set a timer for 20 minutes and write about a favorite childhood memory.
Please stop me if you’ve heard this story before.
I spent every summer with my grandparents at their cottage on a small lake. Some of the best times that I remember were when their card club friends would visit for a few days. Let me just say that there were a bunch of people – I think I counted 17 once – in a modest sized house. I was just lucky that no one else wanted the top bunk.
Imagine spending a week with about five other grandmas and five other grandpas and no other kids. It was all fun and games. Literally. They played about every card game,except poker.
No one cursed too much. There wasn’t any alcohol. There wasn’t such a thing as Facebook. The Internet was in the infant stages somewhere – it hadn’t gone big time yet. Hardly anyone had computers anyway.
So the entertainment was just a couple decks of cards. Sometimes they played lawn darts. There was always swimming and boat rides – weather permitting. At night, the men would go fishing. (My mom was the only woman that ever wanted to go fishing. However, she did not go during the card club visits. There wasn’t anywhere for her to sleep so she stayed home. I went fishing once and caught a huge fish. The challenge of fishing was lost for me. The fish is mounted somewhere. I can’t believe that my mom didn’t put my name on a little plaque underneath. She might have. I can’t remember)
One of my grandma’s friends made the best German chocolate cake in the world. I can’t even say which one. I know which one but I feel funny admitting someone made a better cake than my grandma. Those Sara Lee cakes just don’t hold a candle to my grandma and her friend’s cake baking skills.
Plus, you can’t beat homemade ice cream. It’s really delicious.
Talking about this almost makes me want to start a card club, except that I don’t play euchre or pinochle. It would also mean that I’d have to be the hostess with the mostest.
I would ask how you’ve been. I was MIA for the last coffee share. I read and shared many posts but I didn’t write one of my own.
I finally finished reading, “Snow.” It took forever. Not in real people time. Just in my time. It took a whole week, when normally I can finish a book in two days.
I would tell you how it rained on my DIY parade this weekend. However, hope is not lost. Everything that was rained on is fixable. No major damage. I was very blessed this time.
I would tell you how happy I am that the same-sex marriage is legal. I feel weird saying Gay marriage because of this . . .
Now I can go to weddings of family members that aren’t out of the closet and those who are out of the closet. I mean . . if any of said family members want to get married. Everyone has options and that is awesome!
I could totally make these mugs, right? Maybe after I finish my other DIY projects. I have five left out of five that I started last week. There’s still hope that I’ll finish something sometime . . .