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The Book  ‘Sons & Mothers’ – eds: M & V Glendinning

Updated 14 July 2014

 

Until the birth of  my long awaited daughter, I had three adorable sons.  But they were born to a mother who had been an emotionally damaged child.  As a little girl and teenager, I was quite frightened and mystified by the ways of boys and men.    What did I know of life, but especially of males, with my background of nunneries, convents and Bible stories?  But there was no doubt I loved each of my sons  deeply.

The relationships between sons and mothers can be intense and very, very loving, although sometimes fraught, and from this perspective of safety and comfort, as my little boys grew into men,  I learned the intricacies of the male psyche gradually over time. The sibling rivalry; the competition for dad’s respect and mum’s cuddles; the fisticuffs with each other and the wonder at the complexities and mysteries of the female.  When their sister arrived unannounced on the scene, (my eldest son was only four when I brought her home) my boys were aghast that she didn’t have a penis as they watched her first bath time at home, their eyes wide like saucers. Their male centred home  changed over night with this new fascination.

Then there comes the heartbreak they have to endure during adolescence and beyond, over this girl or that.  If only I could  spare them the pain they have to experience in life to become well-adjusted men, was then my angst.
My three boys are each very different personalities, so there is never a dull moment not even now when they are married with their own children.  How could a woman not understand men after raising three boys?  And now I am privileged indeed to have three grandsons to delight in and share anew their experience of life.  It is not an automatic right to share in your grandchildren’s lives as many grandparents will tell you.

As Victoria Glendinning tells us in a book of several mother/son personal stories edited by her and her son Matthew:  If I am anything to go by, all mothers are in love with their sons…it’s a savagely loving business.

-Anne Frandi-Coory 14 July 2014

Surrounded by books

Updated 20 September 2017

I can’t imagine a world without the printed book.   The printing press invented in the early 15th Century changed the world and I don’t believe you can say that about e books.   Johann  Gutenberg, master printer and visionary, suffered in his determination to perfect ‘artificial’ writing. His invention helped spread the Christian Word to all corners of the globe…and eventually made books available to rich and poor alike.

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The Ten Commandments was one of the first documents printed on the first printing press.    Bibles, which took monks months to write and decorate, Johann  could now reproduce in days.   Literacy within the masses had a world-changing ramification; the printing press arguably one of humanity’s greatest inventions.  Arab communication was left behind  because Arabic with all its squiggles and dots was difficult to type set.   Over 600 years ago Johann Gutenberg wrote:

Something of me as I am…

I have hair on my head, thinning,but no beard.

I am tall, five foot six inches.

I have skin white as vellum but less tough.

I am past sixty, one of the few hereabouts to live so long.

I speak German, read Latin and Greek, and struggle with English.

I  have no children I know of.

I owe money to none in Mainz, though some in Strasbourg pursue me for loans and have set the imperial court of Rottweilers at me.

I keep in health by eating plentifully of herbs – sage, rue, tansy, marjoram, southern wood, lemon-balm, mint, fennel and parsley

I do not trust my doctor, who for an aching tooth prescribes  mutton fat mixed with sea-holly.

I have eased my work to half a week.

I am poor in sight and growing worse.

I have no fear of dying.

What I fear is that death will rub out what I have done, till not a trace of me is left upon the earth.

We would never have known  Johann’s  thoughts if he’d not written the words on paper.  Articles and books duplicated on printing presses and ancient writings have survived for hundreds of years – will e books?  I can see the justification of e news displayed on hand-held devices able to be read while commuting on public transport.  But to lose the feel of prose and poetry bound up in a book to be read anywhere from bath to beach?!  I know of many young people who survived their brutal childhoods by reading books which carried them away to some other place to dream and be inspired.  No machine was needed to open a world to hide in.  Imagine no bookshelves lined with books-our hundreds of books which line bookshelves in our home add a vibrancy and many talking points. We never miss  First Tuesday Book Club on ABC 1. It is amazing how many classics reappear to be re-read time and again.  No, Johann, we wont give up our precious books to technology.

-Anne Frandi-Coory 23 November 2013

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I was given two books last month:  The Atheist Manifesto; The case against Christianity, Judaism and Islam by Michel Onfray and Cleo; The uppity cat who healed a family by Helen Brown.

A beautiful book; this Cleo was so like our Cleo, must be in the name!

 

 

 

 

 

Michel Onfray

 

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Looking at the titles, you would not immediately think of a connection between the two.  The three religions have inspired so much death and destruction over millennia and Catholicism, in my experience, gave me a terror of death and dying.  All that talk of hell fire and brimstone, the devil, and the ramifications of committing  a sin, no matter how small.  I was too afraid to look upon my dead father as he lay in his coffin.  Afraid of what?; I could not put it into words then.

Until  a cat entered our lives.  We also have a much loved cat called Cleo, the reason my daughter gave me the book.  We too have learned much from our Cleo; infinite patience, playfulness,   the healing virtue of time. But it was another cat called Sirius who taught me that death itself isn’t so scary.  Sirius was fifteen years old when his kidneys failed.  He had never spent a night away from our 3/4 acre lot in Marlborough; abundant trees, bamboo to hide and sleep in and plenty of field mice .  If ever we went away on holiday or overnight, he had a live-in baby sitter, just as Helen Brown’s Cleo did.  So when it was time for us to say goodbye to him, our children returned home and Paul and I stayed home from work.  We arranged for the vet to come to the house.  The vet gently inserted the needle into Sirius’ front paw and he instantly fell over on his side.  It was all so peaceful and I was truly amazed.  I don’t know what I expected but I was from that moment more accepting of death.  The new revelation did not stop me from sobbing along with the rest of the family.  Even the vet and his nurse had tears welling up in their eyes. As Helen Brown says in her book, we don’t choose a cat, they choose us.

Sirius in Gina’s arms, Anthony, Smokey with Doug, and Anne Frandi-Coory 

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Our beautiful cat Cleopatra

 

 

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Queen Cleopatra in training

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Read here –  ODE TO CLEOPATRA