Every Shabbat Jacob and his horse Soosie set out to deliver Ezra and Esther's delicious challahs to their Jerusalem neighbors. But what happens when Jacob is sick? Will everyone get their challah in time for Shabbat? This heart-warming story is based on the history of Angel Bakery, the oldest commercial bakery in Israel. Charming illustrations capture picturesque turn of the century Jerusalem and its eclectic group of residents.
"'Are you not frequently idle?' 'Never, brother. When we are not engaged in our traffic we are engaged in our relaxations.'"-BORROW. On the smooth beaches and in the silent bush, where time is not regulated by formalities or shackled by conventions, there delicious lapses-fag-ends of the day to be utilised in a dreamy mood which observes and accepts the happenings of Nature without disturbing the shyest of her manifestations or permitting 'the-mind to dwell on any but the vaguest speculations. Such idle moments are mine. Let these pages tell of their occupation. As the years pass it is proved that the administration of the affairs of an island, the settled population of which is limited to three, involves pleasant though exacting duties. It is a gainful government-not gainful in the accepted sense, but in all that vitally matters-personal freedom, absence of irksome regulations remindful of the street, liberty to enjoy the mood of the moment and to commune with Nature in her most fascinating aspects. Those who are out of touch with great and dusty events may, by way of compensation, be the more sensitive to the processes of the universe, which, though incessantly repeated, are blessed with recurrent freshness.
The year is 1971 and the place is Laurel Canyon, California. Quinn, a fourteen-year-old music "encyclopedia," writes a music column—called "For What It's Worth"—for his school paper. But Quinn's world is about to change when he is faced with helping a war dodger and must make some tough decisions. When he starts receiving cryptic Ouija board messages from Jim Morrison, Janis Joplin, and Jimi Hendrix (all members of the 27 Club), he knows he is in over his head. Fortunately for Quinn, his new girlfriend Caroline helps him get a grip and channel his inner self.
'Tropic Days' is a vivid collection of essays that brings to life the people and places of tropical islands. E. J. Banfield transports readers to a world of pristine landscapes and intriguing inhabitants, depicting their daily routines and quirks with a mix of precision and imagination. Through these essays, Banfield provides an intimate look at the lives of the people he encounters, painting a picture of a world that is both beautiful and complex. A couple of titles included in this collection are: 'The Lost Isle', 'Blue Shirt', 'Eternal Sunshine', and 'Beach Plants'.
"Ten tales of the Arctic, rendering hardy praise to the land and its people, past and present, and focusing on the elemental bonds between men and between men and the world and on survival"--NoveList.
Maturation Rites By: Estelle Gibson Lauer The middle of the 20 Century was a time of turmoil. The Cold War was underway and Mr. McCarthy, chairman of the House UnAmerican Activities Committee, was weeding out those whose patriotism was questionable. At any moment Russia could drop an atomic bomb on Stockton, the only inland seaport in California. Therefore at the College of the Pacific, students were versed in survival procedures — “go rapidly to the levee and jump into the water” (girls on one side and boys on the other.) This was an example of a culture moving into the Atomic Age. Meanwhile at Mu Zeta Rho, Mrs. Dillingham was taking seriously her responsibility to lead her girls into adulthoods that conformed to her Victorian ideals. We were constantly subjected to the manners of that era. “We never pick up our forks before our hostess does”. “At the table we only talk about topics that concern everyone.” Sororities hosted “teas”, at which the attendees practiced “vital” behaviors such as how to pour the beverage into the cup and how to hostess conversations. But out of sight of our mentor, the adolescent behavior prevailed. In the privacy of our upstairs quarters, Mrs. Dillingham’s girls reverted to normalcy. We gossiped, we argued, we strummed ukuleles, we told raunchy jokes, and in the September heat we stripped to nothing and tap danced to the rhythm of “Eastside, Westside.” Interaction with boys was a major topic of conversation. We learned to say “You better have fun there because that’s all the farther you’re going.” We discussed who was cute and who had other redeeming qualities. But we learned how to perform the necessary rituals when ‘young men’ came to call. “Mrs. Dillingham, May I present Bob Young.” And our ‘suiters’ responded in the Victorian manner. Maintaining the rituals of the religions into which we had been baptized was a major responsibility of Mrs. Dillingham. In my case she was delighted that we were both Episcopalians. This necessitated attendance at 7:00 AM on Wednesdays. At that hour maintaining favor with God was not a priority in my life. Maturity eventually surfaced. I became a teacher and contact with the real world led me to understand what behavior is essential to make my share of society run smoothly. I do treasure these years of ‘coming of age’. And I note that my children and their children have also experienced their own brand of “Maturation Rites.”
