February 24, 2019
“Old Friends” Garrison Keillor, Christine DiGiallonardo, Richard Dworsky reunite at Crooners. Shows at 5 p.m. and 8 p.m.
Fergus Falls, MN
February 23, 2019
“Old Friends” Garrison Keillor, Christine DiGiallonardo, Richard Dworsky reunite at A Center for the Arts. 7:30 p.m.
Detroit Lakes, MN
February 22, 2019
“Old Friends” Garrison Keillor, Christine DiGiallonardo, Richard Dworsky reunite at Historic Holmes Theatre. 7:30 p.m.
St. Cloud, MN
February 21, 2019
“Old Friends” Garrison Keillor, Christine DiGiallonardo, Richard Dworsky reunite at Pioneer Place on Fifth. 7:30 p.m.
February 20, 2019
“Old Friends” Garrison Keillor, Christine DiGiallonardo, Richard Dworsky reunite at Paradise Center for the Arts. 7:30 p.m.
She Dwelt Among the Untrodden Ways by William Wordsworth. Public Domain. (buy now)
She dwelt among the untrodden ways
Beside the springs of Dove,
A Maid whom there were none to praise
And very few to love:
A violet by a mossy stone
Half hidden from the eye!
— Fair as a star, when only one
Is shining in the sky.
She lived unknown, and few could know
When Lucy ceased to be;
But she is in her grave, and, oh,
The difference to me!
It’s the birthday of Australian writer Jill Ker Conway (books by this author), born in Hillston, New South Wales, Australia (1934). Her father was a sheep rancher, her mother a nurse, and Conway and her brothers were brought up in almost total isolation on Coorain, their 32,000-acre tract of land. By age seven, Conway already had become one of her father’s main station hands. With her two brothers away at boarding school, she checked fences, prodded sheep from one paddock to another. Jill was educated at the all-female Abbotsleigh School and the University of Sydney, where she took an honors degree in history. She then spent ten years as the president of Smith College, the first woman to hold that position. She is the author of The Road from Coorain (1989), A Woman’s Education (2001) and other books.
She said: “You never know what you’ll want to write until it starts writing itself in your head.”
Today is the birthday of Belva Plain (1915) (books by this author), born Belva Offenberg in New York City. She graduated from Barnard College in 1939 with a degree in history. She wrote multigenerational family sagas of Jewish immigrants, and though critics were not always kind — one called her books “easy, consoling works of generous spirit, fat with plot and sentiment, thin in nearly every other way and almost invisible in character development” — readers loved them, and they were all best-sellers. Her first book, Evergreen, was published in 1978, by which time she was a grandmother in her 60s. It spent a total of 61 weeks on the New York Times best-seller list, and was made into a miniseries in 1985. She wrote longhand in spiral notebooks, and produced a novel about every year or so.
It’s the birthday of the writer Ivo Andrić, (books by this author) born in the village of Dolac in what is now Bosnia and Herzegovinia (1892). His father died when he was two years old and he grew up with his mother’s relatives in the town of Višegrad. It was a small Bosnian town near the Serbian border, on the edge of a river, with a beautiful bridge that was built during the Ottoman Empire. And it was Andrić who made the town famous, with his novel The Bridge on the Drina (1945). The novel covers almost four centuries, beginning with a boy taken from his village as part of the devshirme system, the system in which every few years the Ottoman Sultan rounded up a bunch of Christian boys from rural areas in the Balkans, made them slaves, converted them to Islam, and used them for the military. This boy eventually becomes the Grand Vizier to the Sultan, and he decides to build a great bridge as a monument to the place where he was taken across the river and separated from his family. The rest of the novel is the story of that bridge, the people who cross it, and the politics and ethnic tensions that they talk about. The Bridge on the Drina continues all the way up to World War I.
Ivo Andrić won the Nobel Prize in literature in 1961.
He said, “When I am not desperate, I am worthless.”
It’s the birthday of poet and politician Léopold Sédar Senghor, (books by this author) born in 1906 in the town of Joal, Senegal, when Senegal was still a French colony. He was educated at a Catholic seminary and he grew up wanting to be a priest. But he ended up far away, studying philosophy and poetry at the Sorbonne in Paris, achieving the highest honors possible. He held a series of teaching jobs, and he was teaching near Paris when he was drafted into the French army. He served in an all-African unit, and in June of 1940 they were captured by the Germans. All the men were lined up against the wall to be executed, but Senghor had them all call out “Vive la France, Vive l’Afrique Noire” — “Long live France, Long Live Black Africa.” The Germans were confused, and a French prisoner convinced them that executing so many black men like that would be shameful, and would dishonor the German race. So they let them live and put them in prison camps, where Senghor was held for almost two years. He wrote poem after poem, and learned German well enough to read Goethe in the original.
After his release, he went back to teaching and to writing. He moved slowly into politics, first representing Senegal in the French National Assembly, where he became convinced that Senegal needed its own government. He took more and more active political roles, and when Senegal gained its independence in 1960, Senghor was elected its first president, a role that he held until 1980. His books of poetry include Shadow Songs (1945), Nocturnes (1961), and Major Elegies (1979). He died in 2001 at the age of 95.
It was on this day in 1635 that Roger Williams (books by this author) was banished from the Massachusetts Bay Colony for spreading “newe and dangerous opinions.” He left and founded what is now the city of Providence, Rhode Island.
These days Williams is considered a hero for the very reasons that got him banished. He was an extreme believer in the separation of church and state, in the rights of individuals, and he befriended and admired the Narragansett people, the local Native Americans, and spoke out against their persecution. Now he is admired as a radical, for his progressive religious and cultural tolerance.
But Williams’ position was more complicated than that. The reason he believed in the separation of church and state was because of his extremely conservative thinking about Christian scripture, his belief that Christianity was always the ultimate authority and shouldn’t be tangled up in the flawed decisions of human laws. He was adamant about religious tolerance, and other outcasts fled to Providence, including Quakers and even some of America’s first Jews. He published A Key into the Language of America (1643) in which he wrote out dialogues, essays, and poems in both English and Narragansett, and in which he made the Natives generally sound a lot smarter and more moral than their colonizers. It is this work that gave us English words like squash (from the Narragansett askutasquash), succotash (from msíckquatash), papoose (from papoos), and pow-wow (from powwaw). He was a big advocate for the Narrangansett, the Quakers, and other religious dissidents who the Puritans thought should be persecuted for their beliefs. But he didn’t question that they were all left out from the Kingdom of Heaven to which he himself was bound.