OTR Celebrates April With Lucy Maud Montgomery

All life lessons are not learned at college,’she thought. Life teaches them everywhere.” 

 L.M. Montgomery, Anne of the Island

 The Memorial

Lucy Maud Montgomery, Maud to her friends, writes from her life experiences.    The daughter of Hugh John Montgomery and Clara Woolner Macneill Montgomery, she experienced loss at a very early age.  Her mother, stricken by tuberculosis, died September 1876 at the age of twenty-three, when Maud was not yet two years old.  Many years later, Maud would recall her mother’s wake and the coldness that she felt when she touched her mother’s cheek.

Maritime fishermen face the uncertain ocean every time they head out into open waters.  Even today, there are many who are lost at sea.  Lucy Maud Montgomery captures the feeling of anxious anticipation and loss in her poem, Before Storm.

Before Storm

By Lucy Maud Montgomery

There’s a grayness over the harbor like fear on the face of a woman,
The sob of the waves has a sound akin to a woman’s cry,
And the deeps beyond the bar are moaning with evil presage
Of a storm that will leap from its lair in that dour north-eastern sky. 

Slowly the pale mists rise, like ghosts of the sea, in the offing,
Creeping all wan and chilly by headland and sunken reef,
And a wind is wailing and keening like a lost thing ‘mid the islands,
Boding of wreck and tempest, plaining of dolor and grief. 

Swiftly the boats come homeward, over the grim bar crowding,
Like birds that flee to their shelter in hurry and affright,
Only the wild grey gulls that love the cloud and the clamor
Will dare to tempt the ways of the ravining sea to-night. 

But the ship that sailed at the dawning, manned by the lads who love us­
God help and pity her when the storm is loosed on her track!
O women, we pray to-night and keep a vigil of sorrow
For those we speed at the dawning and may never welcome back!

OTR Celebrates April with Lucy Maud Montgomery

We must have ideals and try to live up to them, even if we never quite succeed.  Life would be a sorry business without them.  With them it’s grand and great.”

Lucy Maud Montgomery

 The Maritimes

Lucy Maud Montgomery is one of Canada’s most cherished authors, best known for the world-renowned Anne of Green Gables.  Born in 1874, she was raised in the Maritimes on Prince Edward Island, famous for its red soil, potatoes, traditional Celtic music, and idyllic lifestyle.  I live on the opposite coast of Canada, but once I visited the Maritimes, I felt it was home.

This month OTR celebrates April with the poems of Lucy Maud Montgomery.

An April Night

By Lucy Maud Montgomery

The moon comes up o’er the deeps of the woods,
And the long, low dingles that hide in the hills,
Where the ancient beeches are moist with buds
Over the pools and the whimpering rills;

And with her the mists, like dryads that creep
From their oaks, or the spirits of pine-hid springs,
Who hold, while the eyes of the world are asleep,
With the wind on the hills their gay revellings.

Down on the marshlands with flicker and glow
Wanders Will-o’-the-Wisp through the night,
Seeking for witch-gold lost long ago
By the glimmer of goblin lantern-light.

The night is a sorceress, dusk-eyed and dear,
Akin to all eerie and elfin things,
Who weaves about us in meadow and mere
The spell of a hundred vanished Springs.

 

Retirement Heist

15 Retirement Heist

 

“‘As far as I can determine there is only one solution [to the CEO's demand to save more money]‘, the HR representative wrote to her superiors.’That would be the death of all existing retirees.’”

Ellen Shultz, excerpt from Retirement Heist

 

It’s got a catchy title – Retirement Heist.

Now take a second look – Retirement Heist: How Companies Plunder and Profit from the Nest Eggs of American Workers.

I first heard about Ellen Schultz, an award-winning investigator reporter for the Wall Street Journal and author of Retirement Heist, when she was interviewed by Jon Stewart.  Her arguments were compelling; her resolve impervious to any who would challenge her findings. Indeed, there have been responses from at least one of the named corporations, but her refutations have been swift and candid. She is a woman on a mission.  Her message is direct and unambiguous. Corporations have deliberately deceived their employees and Congress to profit from worker’s pensions.

Think the worst and it is even worse than you can even imagine.  This is not a book that you can read during one sitting because of the emotional drain that comes from reading the stories of men and women who have given the best to their companies.   But it is a book that must be read, remembered, discussed and understood.

Ellen Shultz is brilliant. In fact, she received the 2012 Helen Bernstein Book Award for Excellence in Journalism for Retirement Heist.   Her acknowledgements at the end of the book were poignant and generous. She praised the remarkable people who continue to work tirelessly to save the pensions of literally thousands of seniors.

I read Retirement Heist from cover to cover, marveling at the detailed research that went into every page.  This is Ellen Shultz’s labour of love and compassion.

 

 

 

OTR Celebrates Spring with Irish Poets

Easter

Patrick Henry Pearse was an Irish teacher, barrister, poet, writer, nationalist and political activist.   He is considered by many to be the essence and soul of The Easter Rising of 1916.  He loved Ireland and died fighting for its freedom.

The Mother

I do not grudge them: Lord, I do not grudge
My two strong sons that I have seen go out
To break their strength and die, they and a few,
In bloody protest for a glorious thing,
They shall be spoken of among their people,
The generations shall remember them,
And call them blessed;
But I will speak their names to my own heart
In the long nights;
The little names that were familiar once
Round my dead hearth.
Lord, thou art hard on mothers:
We suffer in their coming and their going;
And tho’ I grudge them not, I weary, weary
Of the long sorrow-And yet I have my joy:
My sons were faithful, and they fought.

Patrick Henry Pearse

OTR Celebrates Spring with Irish Poets

 

Spring

I was about four years old when my mother introduced to me to “The Fairies” by William Allingham.  I recall my concern over poor little Bridget, until I reasoned that she really was quite alive still living with the “Wee folk, good folk.”

William Allingham was born March 19th, 1824 in Ballyshannon, County Donegal.  “The Fairies” was included in “Poems” published in 1850.  His “Day and Night Songs” published in 1855 was illustrated by none other than Dante Gabriel Rossetti.  What drew more attention, however, was his dairy appropriately named, William Allingham A Diary. Edited by his wife, Helen Allingham, a well-known water-colourist and a D. Radford, it was published posthumously in 1907.   Readers enjoyed the witty and entertaining account of his discussions with Tennyson, Carlyle and other writers and artists.

The Fairies

Up the airy mountain

Down the rushy glen,

We dare n’t go a-hunting,

For fear of little men;

Wee folk, good folk,

Trooping all together;

Green jacket, red cap,

And white owl’s feather.

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