Tonight I read the introduction to A MOVEABLE FEAST and my mind traveled through a web of stories and words that clutter my everyday movements.
"There was a great deal of material that Hemingway wrote for A MOVEABLE FEAST that he decided to leave out, acting 'by the old rule that how good a book is should be judged by the man who writes it by the excellence of the material that he eliminates.' " (From the Introduction by Sean Hemingway.)
In my history blog about my hometown country club and home for the formative years of my life that taught me through storytelling and observation how to venture though life. Event after event in the old newspapers I've been reading from 1916--1975 seems important to me, or at least to someone who might read the blog. It is extremely difficult to delete pieces of history that I personally think everyone wants to read. After reading Hemingway's words, I put my book down and came inside to delete more from my 1958 MGCC TIMELINE
This is the article I included and deleted from my 1958 sequence of the Miami Golf and Country club:
1958 October 12 "The Fickle Public: Public Servants Not Given Chance: by Frances Baker
It has been said that Americans expect perfection from their preachers and politicians. It is true that one slip and often a public figure's name is mud. Mr. Average Citizen can be pretty narrow minded and demanding of his public servants.
He is not my political party, but I can only admire President Eisenhower for standing by Sherman Adams, a friend. It has become customary to denounce a friend if he fails to live up to your expectations. It is human to expect unselfish devotion of the the men we put in public office, but it is a sad commentary on our American way that we are all so quick to grab the first hint of muck-racking minority and wallow it around into a juicy tidbit of a scandal to bring public disgrace perhaps over one mistake in a weak moment.
Years ago mothers dreamed that their sons might one day be president or at least governor. Our continual, harping criticism of public figures and our willingness to believe the worst about them dishonors our proud democratic American way of life....
Child reading in front of the Miami Public Library
Personal
Note: Frances was a well-known writer for Ottawa County and a frequent
visitor of the Miami Public Library while I worked there from 1972-74.
She was one of the many women I came to respect and regard highly for
her standards and skills. I thought it appropriate to share part of this
article.
After reading Frances' column on politics, I asked myself, have I lived so long that I'm watching history repeat itself over and over; do we really not learn from history?
Thank you Hemingway. This had no place in the golf history, but apparently it struck a cord with me. I could easily digress into political thoughts, but my heart has other paths to travel. This one led me to my old acquaintance, Frances Baker and a few insights into our lives yesterday and today.
Frances' columns appeared in the Miami News-Record from the late 1950's to 1977. The internet was not an option for her research. The public library was a second home for her. In my quick research of her words I found this tidbit:
"Wanted--Magazines for research. Will pick up. Frances Baker Boswell--
dial 674-2216."
*Miami News Record January 27, 1977.
More than anything, what struck me most about Frances Baker's "Personally" column in the Miami News Record is that her stories came from the heart. In one column the problem seem to stem with husbands who didn't help their wives in more ways than household chores.
Frances had her head stuck under the kitchen sink, repairing a leak when her neighbor walked in. Frances finished her task and set about a cup of coffee for the two of them to share. Both women were accomplished (not licensed) plumbers, electricians, roofers, gardeners, wall paper hangers, cooks, fisherwomen who did not understand why their husbands couldn't do those jobs. After the neighbor chatted with Frances about her worries and troubles, Frances responded, "You're kidding. Don't worry about a man like that who isn't worth five minutes of your valuable time. There's other men you know."
Silent for a moment, they both giggled until they hurt. After sharing a personal story of her husband's death, Frances went on to say, "I told my friend that there are limits to everyone's ability to be what those we love expect of us. For life would be dismal indeed if we did not dream of complete understanding with those we love." **
Dear Frances, thank you for your long lost words. I needed that reminder this
Frances Baker
1911-1079
Quapaw, Ok.
evening. This last week I've wondered how my husband and I, who love each other with full and giving hearts, can be so different and so uncommunicative with each other. Sadly, our lack of communication can hurt each other deeply. Then I realized that I am dreaming of complete understanding, and that may not happen in this lifetime with my husband nor our children.
Somehow this evening I stumbled from Hemingway's words to Frances Baker's words; from 1920 in Paris to 1975 in Quapaw, Oklahoma. Now here it is the 2020's in Norman, Oklahoma and at age seventy-four I am still searching for answers and understanding to marriage and children, not so different from Hemingway or Baker.
As Grandma Baker said, "when a couple gets married they both expect to find a 'flitter tree and a honey pone,' meaning hot cakes and honey all the way." It seldom works that way. Thank you Frances Baker Boswell.
* *Miami News Record March 2, 1975.
