Wednesday, April 1, 2009

But Not For Me

It's been more than a year now since I started Classic Ramblings. I didn't know quite what I intended for it at the beginning: What purpose would it serve? What would it stand for? I thought I would figure things out along the way.

Never did.

So I plugged aimlessly on, and as I did, I began losing track of what was most important to me. "Gotta post something! GOTTA POST SOMETHING!" I thought. And with my mind so full of these thoughts, I pushed God into a corner. He's too big to stay there.

Every once in a while I would get a glimpse of what I was missing by focusing so desperately on Ramblings; it seemed I was missing something great.

There's a verse in Psalm 46 that goes: "Be still, and know that I am God.."

I stood still; rather fearful of the possibilities. So often I've thought that by surrendering something to God, I would be left empty-handed. It isn't so. I'm more at ease; more able. The sense of wonder I'd exchanged for "trying to be clever" is coming back to me now. And my hands... they're far from empty.

I'm going to go on this way; going to do my best to go His way. I'll be leaving Classic Ramblings behind, taking along a few pieces of it for other projects that seem intended for me. Perhaps Ramblings, too, will be taken up again someday. You never know what God has up his sleeve.

So long. And, thanks.

Monday, March 9, 2009

"'s what we do for our men..."

Spencer Tracy and Loretta Young in MAN'S CASTLE (1933).
Spencer Tracy & Loretta Young in Man's Castle (1933).

The following excerpt comes from the pages of Calling Dr. Kildare by Max Brand. I liked the passage so well, I wanted to post it here; and although the above photo is from something else entirely, it does seem to capture the spirit of the words (and give this post the proper classic movie touch).

Beyond the doorway she saw Martha Kildare with a lap full of sewing near the desk at which Jimmy never had sat; and on the walls she saw his framed school diplomas, like four steps which he had taken before he leaped into the great world of New York and was gone from her.

"Come in, Beatrice, my dear," said the doctor's wife, looking up with those wrinkling eyes and that large, determined jaw from which Jimmy had taken his character if not his features. "I thought you'd be at the dance."

"Harry couldn't go. Mr. Galt is worse," said Beatrice. "Then I saw the light over here."

"There's always something for my hands to work at," answered Martha Kildare. "I thought I'd wait up for Stephen and give him some hot coffee when he came home."

"Are you sitting up just for that?"

"Well, you know, it's what we do for our men that keeps us loving them."
— from Calling Dr. Kildare by Max Brand, pgs. 11-12

Saturday, February 28, 2009

A Treasured Paperback

That well-worn 1944 Pocket Books edition of See Here, Private Hargrove has been replaced at last, but even though Henry Holt and Company's hardcover volume stands sturdy by my bedside, I'm keeping my old battered paperback, for there are treasures inside. Treasures such as a page entitled "Why You Must Save All Kinds of Paper", detailing the U.S. Victory Waste Paper Campaign, and that familiar Buy War Bonds stamp printed among the endpapers.

According to the back cover, a book of this size could, during the war, be sent "to a boy in the armed forces anywhere for only 3¢." There are testimonials, too, from some of the boys who carried such books to the front, including this one from a Staff Sergeant:
"Somewhere in the depths of the Australian jungle, isolated from civilization, where sanity fights a feeble battle with time and blazing sun—are we. A few year-old newspapers and magazines are all that trickle through to give us hope. Then one day your POCKET BOOK edition of The Door turned up; it was as if our parched dreams of ice-cubes came true: worn, soft, almost pulverized, and black with grime, this literary gem is still handed tenderly from tent to tent, to be read and re-read countless times."
No, even if this old paperback must be retired from service, it won't be given up. For there are treasures inside.

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Of 20 Favorite Actresses: Hedy

Hedy Lamarr and William Powell in THE HEAVENLY BODY (1943)
Hedy Lamarr and William Powell in The Heavenly Body (1944).
This gorgeous still is borrowed, with thanks, from
A much larger version can, of course, be found there.