Friday, February 14, 2025

St. Valentine's Day: But Then You Read

by Anne White

One of those much-shared literary quotations came across my social media feed today, and I liked it enough to look it up on QuoteInvestigator.com. It turns out that, yes, it did come from the American writer James Baldwin, (as you can read there). Here is a pretty well documented version of it:

You think your pain and your heartbreak are unprecedented in the history of the world, but then you read. It was books that taught me that the things that tormented me most were the very things that connected me with all the people who were alive, or who had ever been alive.

In an earlier printing of the quote, Baldwin specifically mentions Dickens and Dostoevsky, which brings to mind a certain quote from Roald Dahl's Matilda:

All the reading she had done had given her a view of life that they had never seen. If only they would read a little Dickens or Kipling they would soon discover there was more to life than cheating people and watching television.

 Charlotte Mason might say "Scott and Shakespeare," or "Tanglewood Tales and Plutarch." In various chapters of her volumes, she uses illustrations from novels by Thackeray and Eliot, poems by Milton and Wordsworth, and cartoons from Punch. If you don't particularly like Kipling, or can't handle long Russian novels, that's okay; the point is that, somewhere on the shelf of the very best books, you will find your people.

“We read to know that we are not alone.” (William Nicholson, screenwriter, in the 1993 film Shadowlands)

Monday, January 27, 2025

Disenchanted?

by Anne White

In the midst of a widespread January cold snap, it's easy to feel that it's always winter and never Christmas. C. S. Lewis's White Witch made it her goal to disenchant Narnia, even through the use of magic (which is perhaps why Father Christmas was allowed to appear when the imprisoning snow began to melt away). In Prince Caspian, a similar program of disenchanting was carried out not through spells but through forgetting (and punishing those who spread the old tales).

In the last post I wrote here, I referred to what has become one of my favourite Charlotte Mason quotes: 

…therefore we do not interpose ourselves between the book and the child. We read him his Tanglewood Tales, and when he is a little older his Plutarch, not trying to break up or water down, but leaving the child's mind to deal with the matter as it can. (Parents and Children, pp. 231-232) 

Now, there are all kinds of good reasons why we should read Plutarch and Tanglewood Tales, as well as reasons why we shouldn’t “break up or water down.” But here is one less common reason: by imposing ourselves and our ideas on the story, we risk disenchanting it.

In his recent book Living in Wonder, Rod Dreher writes this:

The social world that sustained this everyday view of enchantment has disappeared. This is not to say that no one still believes in God. It is to say, however, that even for many Christians in this present time the vivid sense of spiritual reality that our enchanted ancestors had has been drained of its life force…without the living experience of enchantment present and accessible, and at the pulsating center of life in Christ, the faith loses its wonder. And when it loses its wonder, it loses its power to console us, change us, and call us to acts of heroism. (Living in Wonder, p. 9)

Let’s turn that around, and say that when we allow wonder, we allow that “living experience of enchantment” to console us, change us, and call us to acts of heroism. Like those acts of heroism we read about in Tanglewood Tales and Plutarch.

Dreher also writes:

If the cosmos is constructed the way the ancient church taught, then heaven and earth interpenetrate each other, participate in each other’s life. The sacred is not inserted from outside, like an injection from the wells of paradise; it is already here, waiting to be revealed. (Living in Wonder, p. 10)

Does that sound familiar?

We allow no separation to grow up between the intellectual and 'spiritual' life of children, but teach them that the Divine Spirit has constant access to their spirits, and is their Continual Helper in all the interests, duties and joys of life. (Charlotte Mason, Principle of Education #20)

In other words, we have been given a task that is both sacred and intellectual. We are not to deny, or forget, or let our children grow up without understanding, that this world is, in its own way, every bit as enchanted as Narnia, and where, if we allow it, a painted Dawn Treader can spray real salt water in our faces.

We are careful not to dilute life for them, but to present such portions to them in such quantities as they can readily receive...[we] do not take too much upon ourselves, but leave time and scope for the workings of Nature and of a higher Power than Nature herself. (Parents and Children, p. 232)

Hold fast to those enchanted workings of Nature. Even in the snow.

Tuesday, January 14, 2025

A Tangle of Tales

Storytime for rabbits?

by Anne White

In her early book Parents and Children, Charlotte Mason takes a side path from talk about nature study and object lessons, to point out the existence of “a storehouse of thought wherein we may find all the great ideas that have moved the world,” and says that to access that storehouse, “We read [a child] his Tanglewood Tales, and when he is a little older his Plutarch, not trying to break up or water down, but leaving the child's mind to deal with the matter as it can” (pp. 231-232).

From that brief statement, we can draw a couple of important points. First, I think we can take it that Mason was not singling out Tanglewood Tales from its predecessor, A Wonder Book. We might wonder if perhaps Mason preferred the second book, without its framing stories about the children of Tanglewood; but as she didn’t seem to object to such devices in other books, it seems more likely that she was just reaching for a familiar title. That confusion is eliminated, though, when we discover that the book Mason was probably thinking of was the Blackwood edition (described below), which combines stories from both books under the title Tanglewood Tales.

So, we might assume that, with that much weight given to Hawthorne’s book, that it would have played an important and long-lasting part in the later PNEU curriculum. Strangely enough, it didn’t. In the Programme for Term 43, Form IB ( in the era when Mason wrote School Education), we do have this under the subject heading of Tales: “Tanglewood Tales by Nathaniel Hawthorne (Blackwood, 1/-), pages 1-40.” (Two stories, “The Gorgon’s Head” and “The Golden Touch.”) As a point of interest, this particular British edition contains three stories from the first book and three from the second, with a publisher’s note explaining that the framing stories have been omitted because they were “full of allusions to American scenery and American customs.”

But by the time of the more readily available PNEU Programmes, around 1921, Hawthorne had been supplanted by Andrew Lang’s Tales of Troy and Greece or (as a second option) Lamb’s Adventures of Ulysses. As Lamb’s book was published decades before Hawthorne’s, this is clearly not just a case of wanting to use a newer book. Troy and Greece might have been chosen because it covers a wider variety of material than Hawthorne’s stories, so it would have been easier to keep on plugging it in from term to term. However, there may be one extra reason that Mason recommends Tanglewood Tales so ardently early on, but then does not keep it in the curriculum, and that is simply that she may not have cared that much about which good storyteller was read, be it Hawthorne, Kingsley, Lamb, or Lang. The real point was to open the storehouse, to offer a child’s mind that vital matter, not broken into “little bits of everything” (p. 231), but leaving him/her “receptive and respectful,” wanting to engage with the story, as humans have done through the centuries. She speaks of concrete things a child observes in the outside world which offer “real seed to [his] mind,” and compares them to the world of ideas, given through books, which (to change similes) must be offered in as large and meaty a portion as possible, not pre-cut or pureed.

And how does that line up with Hawthorne’s choice, for example, to cast Pandora and Epimetheus as children rather than adults? Are we contradicting ourselves by offering a “chicken-nuggets” version of an adult tale? Eustace Bright, the fictional narrator of the stories, is criticized for this by the older scholar Mr. Pringle, so perhaps we should let Eustace defend himself:

"I described the giant as he appeared to me," replied the student, rather piqued. "And, sir, if you would only bring your mind into such a relation with these fables as is necessary in order to remodel them, you would see at once that an old Greek had no more exclusive right to them than a modern Yankee has. They are the common property of the world, and of all time."

And this is exactly Mason’s point about the “keys to the storehouse.” These stories, even “remodeled” to allow young children access, are accepted by them as the real goods, the OG of tales, if you like. They contain themes that we begin to recognize in childhood (getting your wish can go terribly wrong; curiosity blew up the box; a simple life of love and hospitality brings its own rewards); and others that can make us tearful long afterwards.

All their eyes were dancing in their heads, except those of Primrose. In her eyes there were positively tears; for she was conscious of something in the legend which the rest of them were not yet old enough to feel. Child’s story as it was, the student had contrived to breathe through it the ardor, the generous hope, and the imaginative enterprise of youth. (Epilogue to "The Chimera")

Tuesday, January 7, 2025

All That Glitters

by Anne White 

He took one of the nice little trouts on his plate, and, by way of experiment, touched its tail with his finger. To his horror, it was immediately transmuted from an admirably fried brook-trout into a gold-fish, though not one of those gold-fishes which people often keep in glass globes, as ornaments for the parlor. No; but it was really a metallic fish, and looked as if it had been very cunningly made by the nicest goldsmith in the world. Its little bones were now golden wires; its fins and tail were thin plates of gold; and there were the marks of the fork in it, and all the delicate, frothy appearance of a nicely fried fish, exactly imitated in metal. A very pretty piece of work, as you may suppose; only King Midas, just at that moment, would much rather have had a real trout in his dish than this elaborate and valuable imitation of one. (Nathaniel Hawthorne, "The Golden Touch" in A Wonder Book)

We have heard a great deal lately on the topic of imitation (via AI) vs. real. AI may create something cunning, delicate, even frothy, with marks of the fork in it; but it's still not fish.

However, for educators, the story of Midas can hold even deeper meaning. Charlotte Mason did not write about serving children metallic fish, but she did mention feasts of "smoke and lukewarm water," or, more literally, "stale commonplaces" (V.6, p. 44). We might even say that when administrators and curriculum developers touch the king's breakfast with their well-intentioned fingers, they almost invariably turn the food into something glittering but inedible. At the very least, they affect the trout; at the worst (as in the story of Midas and his daughter), they transform the children themselves.

It had been a favorite phrase of Midas, whenever he felt particularly fond of the child, to say that she was worth her weight in gold. And now the phrase had become literally true. And now, at last, when it was too late, he felt how infinitely a warm and tender heart, that loved him, exceeded in value all the wealth that could be piled up betwixt the earth and sky!

What shall we do to repair this damage, to restore life to these warm and tender hearts? Midas was told to sprinkle river water over the affected objects (and people) in his palace. Mason has a few similar suggestions, which, perhaps not coincidentally, includes the early reading of Hawthorne's stories.

Nature-Knowledge––Thus our first thought with regard to Nature-knowledge is that the child should have a living personal acquaintance with the things he sees. 

Object-Lessons––...we should rather leave him receptive and respectful for one of those opportunities for asking questions and engaging in talk with his parents about the lock in the river, the mowing machine, the ploughed field, which offer real seed to the mind of a child, and do not make him a priggish little person able to tell all about it. 

We trust much to Good Books––...We are determined that the children shall love books, therefore we do not interpose ourselves between the book and the child. We read him his Tanglewood Tales, and when he is a little older his Plutarch... 

We do not recognise [an artificial] 'Child-Nature.'––We endeavour that all our teaching and treatment of children shall be on the lines of nature, their nature and ours...  [we]  leave time and scope for the workings of Nature and of a higher Power than Nature herself. (V.2, pp. 231-232)

The healing of King Midas began with the recognition that a real trout could be even more beautiful than one made of gold. The restoration of education also requires that we recognize the value of the "lines of nature," that we allow Nature and the Holy Spirit their proper "time and scope."

And that can be...an epiphany.

Friday, December 27, 2024

Hark the "Harald" Angels Sing

A little Christmas gift for our AO citizenry: expanded study notes for Year Two's The Little Duke, and brand-new study notes for Year One's eleven-chapter trek into Viking Tales. (Hence the Harald.) Both sets of notes also contain lightly-edited text.

If you're curious, the study notes are also available in book format (combined in one volume); but we invite you to check out the free versions first.

Monday, December 23, 2024

Press Pause

by Anne White

One of Frederick Buechner’s last published books was titled The Remarkable Ordinary: How to Stop, Look, and Listen to Life. Near the beginning, he wrote:

…art is saying Stop. It helps us to stop by putting a frame around something and makes us see it in a way we would never have seen it under the normal circumstances of living, as so many of us do, on sort of automatic pilot, going through the world without really seeing much of anything.

This passage is about the purposes of literature, but I think it also applies to the way the world suddenly seems to stop for Christmas.

Kermit: Yeah, life would just pass in a blur if it weren't for times like this. (A Muppet Family Christmas)

There's a rightness in that. 

For the little child is the true St Christopher: in him is the light and life of Christ; and every birth is a message of salvation, and a reminder that we, too, must humble ourselves and become as little children. This is, perhaps, the real secret of the world's progress––that every babe comes into the world with an evangel, which witnesses of necessity to his parents' hearts. That we, too, are children, the children of God, that He would have us be as children, is the message that the newborn child never fails to bear, however little we heed, or however soon we forget. (Charlotte Mason, Parents and Children, pp. 281-282)

 Let's all make time to stop and see.

Tuesday, December 10, 2024

Turkey Soup

by Anne White

My husband was watching a video by Rick Beato, called "How AI will slowly destroy the music business." Beato did a little experiment with his teenage son, who said that he could pick out AI-created songs, because they just "sounded different." He put together a playlist of five AI songs, and five non-AI, and played them for his son and some friends. Beato's son was able to pick out the artificially-created songs, but the other teenagers could not. Beato's wife also said to him (on another occasion) that a song being played was "obviously" AI-created--she said there was a "weird sound" to it. Beato has quite a bit more to say in the video about the threat of our being flooded with AI content, but one of the most interesting, and ominous things is something else that his son said to him: that "in six months I probably won't be able to tell the difference." He meant that the technology will keep improving to the point where even a pair of good ears can't pick out the true, the original, and the soulful (I am using that word deliberately). The human from the mishmash-of-human that AI draws from, or, possibly in the future, the mishmash-of-AI-and-more-AI. Kind of like roast turkey that becomes a leftover dish and then another leftover dish until there's hardly any real meat left in it.

One of the commenters on Beato's video referred to this quote from George Orwell's 1984

The tune had been haunting London for weeks past. It was one of countless similar songs published for the benefit of the proles by a sub-section of the Music Department. The words of these songs were composed without any human intervention whatever on an instrument known as a versificator. But the woman sang so tunefully as to turn the dreadful rubbish into an almost pleasant sound.

What does Charlotte Mason have to do with any of this? I'm guessing that most of you reading this can already pick out several things. Here's one thought: if we are born Persons, our education needs to celebrate that Personhood which is not so much about our nature as individuals as it is about our status as human beings, and our relationship with the One who made us in His image. The books, the music, and the art that touch our human spirits must come from other whole human spirits, not from something run through the blender until it is unidentifiable.

For the matter for this intelligent teaching of history, eschew, in the first place, nearly all history books written expressly for children; and in the next place, all compendiums, outlines, abstracts whatsoever. For the abstracts, considering what part the study of history is fitted to play in the education of the child, there is not a word to be said in their favour... (V.1, p. 281)

No one knoweth the things of a man but the spirit of a man which is in him; therefore, there is no education but self-education, and as soon as a young child begins his education he does so as a student. Our business is to give him mind-stuff, and both quality and quantity are essential. Naturally, each of us possesses this mind-stuff only in limited measure, but we know where to procure it; for the best thought the world possesses is stored in books; we must open books to children, the best books; our own concern is abundant provision and orderly serving. (V.6, p. 26)

Like Rick Beato, we may worry that, first, our own senses may become dulled to the point where we can't tell what is real; and, second, that the blenderized versions of things might get so perfect that even the keenest eyes and ears can't tell the difference. And what then?

First, we learn to sing. With our voices. 

Second, I think, we learn to laugh. There is a deeply human (or deeply God-reflecting, if you prefer) understanding of humour that cannot be created by digital means. Why else would C. S. Lewis have titled a chapter in The Magician's Nephew "The First Joke and Other Matters?" Uncle Andrew and his magic rings don't understand the kind of laughter that fills newborn Narnia, that causes Aslan to say, "Laugh and fear not, creatures. Now that you are no longer dumb and witless, you need not always be grave. For jokes as well a justice come in with speech."

Third, we learn to cook. With real food. Because that sense of connection with the Real can carry over into a lot of other things we do. There's a difference between good turkey soup and a frozen turkey T.V. dinner.

And, finally, we try (at least we can try) to turn off the full-powered faucet of all that's coming at us, and spend our time listening, maybe, to fewer (but better) tunes; reading fewer (but better) books--you know what I mean. When "almost pleasant sounds" make up most of what we hear, maybe it's just time to turn them off. Maybe less is going to have to be more. 

May your holidays be seasoned with all these good things.