Finally! Fall is here!

Today is the first day of Fall, and here on the Texas Gulf Coast, it is a bit cooler. When I went out to get the paper around 6:30 a.m. it was in the sixties, and it is only supposed to get up into the eighties at the hottest part of the day. We don’t see the colored leaves we grew up with in Virginia, but the trees do turn some a little later in the season.

I wish we had this kind of large, colorful leaves to decorate with.

Last night we had a Zoom book club meeting.

Last night we met via Zoom because there is still a surge of Covid going on, and one of our members was just getting over it, despite having had both shots of the vaccine.

We discussed this month’s selection

We all agreed this was a book everyone would benefit from reading.

We agreed the author had done her research, and George Washington, as a slave owner, was ruthless in the way he pursued his runaway slave. Some interesting opinions and observations came out (such as the financial liability Washington would incur should he not pursue Ona Judge; how he became a slave owner, not by choice, but rather took on Martha Custis’ slaves when he married the wealthy widow; and how he sent the house slaves he owned back to the plantation when they’d lived in the capitol(s) for six months because otherwise, they’d become free people.)

We digressed into those of us raised in the South sharing memories of segregation into the sixties and even the seventies (There are ways to “get around” anything including federal mandates to integrate). The two members who were from New York were shocked and appalled, not having experienced anything similar when they were in school in the fifties and sixties. One of them said the whole revelation from us Southerners was “mind blowing.”

Today, I plan to work in my yard, mainly on my flowerbeds. I have already been weeding and moving plants around while it is cool, and I have just sent My Better Half to get more potting soil and topsoil. I have plenty of composted pine needles to use for mulch. I look forward to the next few days.

RAE

Author: Rae Longest

This year (2019) finds me with 50 years of teaching "under my belt." I have taught all levels from pre-K "(library lady" or "book lady"--volunteer) to juniors, seniors, and graduate students enrolled in my Advanced Writing class at the university where I have just completed 30 years. My first paying teaching job was junior high, and I spent 13 years with ages 12-13, the "difficult years." I had some of the "funnest" experiences with this age group. When I was no longer the "young, fun teacher," I taught in an elementary school setting before sixth graders went on to junior high, teaching language arts blocs, an assignment that was a "dream-fit" for me. After completing graduate school in my 40s, I went on to community college, then university teaching. Just as teaching is "in my blood," so is a passion for reading, writing, libraries, and everything bookish. This blog will be open to anyone who loves books, promotes literacy and wants to "come out and play."

6 thoughts on “”

  1. Up here in Ontario, we had a high temperature of 59 degrees today. It will warm up again next week (in the 70s) for a couple of weeks, then back to the 60s. I don’t mind as long as we have sun. I do love to watch the leaves turn colour.

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  2. Thank you for sharing your thoughts about the book club meeting. This book brought up many things I’d never known about slavery and, of course, George Washington. You could tell that many in the group had thought deeply about the book even after they finished reading it.

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