One more paraphrased story from Bird by Bird by Anne Lamott. She talks about giving and the story she thinks that best illustrates giving is a true (she says) story she heard about a little girl with leukemia who needed a blood transfusion. The doctors thought her older brother who was eight might be a match and it turned out he was. His parents asked him if he would be willing to donate blood to his sister but he wasn’t sure and he said he wanted to think about it. The next day he said yes, he would do it. They took him to a hospital where he was on a gurney next to his younger sister and both were hooked up to IV’s. The doctor came in to check on them and asked the boy how he was doing. It was then that the boy opened his eyes and asked the doctor, “How soon until I start to die.”
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Friday, February 29, 2008
Big Brothers
Son 6, and daughter 4, in Seattle. He always looked out for her and still thinks his role as big brother carries some responsibility. We had a huge golden-delicious apple tree in the backyard that produced like crazy. I canned apples, made applesauce, apple butter and gave apples to everyone we knew. There was an alley behind the property that had wild blackberries and the kids picked them (getting scratched up in the process) so I could make jam or pies. 
One more paraphrased story from Bird by Bird by Anne Lamott. She talks about giving and the story she thinks that best illustrates giving is a true (she says) story she heard about a little girl with leukemia who needed a blood transfusion. The doctors thought her older brother who was eight might be a match and it turned out he was. His parents asked him if he would be willing to donate blood to his sister but he wasn’t sure and he said he wanted to think about it. The next day he said yes, he would do it. They took him to a hospital where he was on a gurney next to his younger sister and both were hooked up to IV’s. The doctor came in to check on them and asked the boy how he was doing. It was then that the boy opened his eyes and asked the doctor, “How soon until I start to die.”
One more paraphrased story from Bird by Bird by Anne Lamott. She talks about giving and the story she thinks that best illustrates giving is a true (she says) story she heard about a little girl with leukemia who needed a blood transfusion. The doctors thought her older brother who was eight might be a match and it turned out he was. His parents asked him if he would be willing to donate blood to his sister but he wasn’t sure and he said he wanted to think about it. The next day he said yes, he would do it. They took him to a hospital where he was on a gurney next to his younger sister and both were hooked up to IV’s. The doctor came in to check on them and asked the boy how he was doing. It was then that the boy opened his eyes and asked the doctor, “How soon until I start to die.”
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
Kids do say the darndest things!
Uncle's Resort, Minnesota 1942
I first heard of Anne Lamott when she was a guest on NPR and have been a big fan of hers ever since; in fact I should own a share of Traveling Mercies since I’ve purchased at least a dozen copies as gifts.
For some inexplicable reason the only book of hers I never got around to reading was Bird by Bird so I bought a copy a few days ago and am now in the process. This is a laugh-out-loud book on "writing and life."
I'm paraphrasing this but one story she tells is about her then 3-1/2 year old son who took a set of toy keys and purposely locked himself out of the house. She heard him fiddling with the lock and trying to make the keys work. The next thing she heard was him saying, “Oh, sh*%!” She quickly opened the door and told him that he had just used a bad word, one that he and mommy shouldn’t use and she wasn’t going to say it anymore and neither should he. He was very contrite and agreed but then wondered if she wanted to know why he had used that word. She said, okay – so he whispered to her it was because he was so mad at the f#^%*$g keys!
I first heard of Anne Lamott when she was a guest on NPR and have been a big fan of hers ever since; in fact I should own a share of Traveling Mercies since I’ve purchased at least a dozen copies as gifts.For some inexplicable reason the only book of hers I never got around to reading was Bird by Bird so I bought a copy a few days ago and am now in the process. This is a laugh-out-loud book on "writing and life."
I'm paraphrasing this but one story she tells is about her then 3-1/2 year old son who took a set of toy keys and purposely locked himself out of the house. She heard him fiddling with the lock and trying to make the keys work. The next thing she heard was him saying, “Oh, sh*%!” She quickly opened the door and told him that he had just used a bad word, one that he and mommy shouldn’t use and she wasn’t going to say it anymore and neither should he. He was very contrite and agreed but then wondered if she wanted to know why he had used that word. She said, okay – so he whispered to her it was because he was so mad at the f#^%*$g keys!
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