“Pure love is a willingness to give without a thought of receiving anything in return.” *
*Quote by Peace Pilgrim, Mildred Lisette Norman. I learned about her while working on a special project. (Remember our Peace Tree, Mary and Sue?)
From 1953 to 1981, Norman walked more than 25,000 miles on a personal pilgrimage for peace. She vowed to remain a wanderer ”until mankind has learned the way of peace”, walking until given shelter and fasting until given food. In the course of her 28-year pilgrimage, she touched the hearts, minds, and lives of thousands of individuals all across North America. Her message was both simple and profound. See why she made a lasting impression on me.
As a kid, I spent a lot of time with Changeable Charlie’s Aunt. This rotating block face wood puzzle makes a megamonstrous 4,194,304 different faces. In 1952, some laugh-launchingly clever pixies mathematicians at the Gaston Manufacturing Company created this toy, a bit of whimsy that helped cement a generation. (I wonder if they still send ‘postal cards‘.)
The blocks are removed by poking in the holes on the bottom of the box. You rotate them to change the face. A mere 11 wood blocks ~ paper sides, different face parts ~ continue to attract and distract me in my Boomer years.
Want your own vintage Changeable Charlie’s Aunt game?
WP guru Krista says share a photograph inspired by a favorite poem, verse, story, or song. Capture the beauty of morning or evening half-light in your corner of the globe.
Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.
The quote is by Rabindranath Tagore (1861-1941), an Indian poet, playwright and essayist, and the first non-European to win the Nobel Prize for Literature.
Photo. Quote. Post. Done.
Oops, not so fast. I’m curious about Tagore to the point of extreme distraction. You might say, to an indescribable degree. So I go down that online rabbit hole ~ the Internet ~ where all manner of interesting stuff lurks.
I find that Tagore was quite unconventional. He somehow managed to avoid public classroom schooling, lucky kid. His brother Hemendranath took the educational reins, tutoring Tagore in drawing, anatomy, geography and history, literature, mathematics, Sanskrit, and English. He kept Tagore in bang-up shape by making him swim the Ganges and trek through hills, do gymnastics, practice judo, wrestle. No tedious recess or insipid games for him.
From a very young age, Tagore abhorred formal education. He said that proper teaching does not explain things, proper teaching stokes curiosity. (Who can’t agree with that?) He spent a mere day at the unsatisfactory local college. He even left his brief study of law at University College London, opting instead to study the classics on his own. It comes as no surprise that he later founded a university where he insisted humanity be studied “somewhere beyond the limits of nation and geography”.
Don’t limit a child to your own learning, for she was born in another time.
This post began with a photo, a quote, and that wily ruse, Google. But, as it turns out, Krista’s challenge wasn’t a just a conduit to some shallow rabbit hole. It invited me ever deeper, true enough, but by stoking my curiosity. Tagore and friends would approve.
But, on occasion, we prefer rabbit holes to sunsets. I admit, I did click a link or three. And so stumbled onto the site, TV Tropes.
It’s a collaborative encyclopedia of the storytelling conventions used in television and other creative works. There is a list of indexes, split into conceptual groups. At the bottom of each trope page you will find beguiling Next or Previous links.
One of the tropes is, you guessed it, “down the rabbit hole.”