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A Ramble Down The Golden Road…

“Once upon a time we all walked on the golden road. It was a fair highway, through the Land of Lost Delight; shadow and sunshine were blessedly mingled, and every turn and dip revealed a fresh charm and a new new loveliness to eager hearts and unspoiled eyes. On that road we heard the song of morning stars; we drank in fragrances aerial and sweet as a May mist; we were rich in gossamer fancies and iris hopes; our hearts sought and found the boon of dreams; the years waited beyond and they were very fair; life was a rose-lipped comrade with purple flowers dripping from her fingers. We may long have left the golden road behind, but its memories are the dearest of our eternal possessions; and those who cherish them as such may haply find a pleasure in the pages of this book whose people are pilgrims on the golden road of youth.”
-The Forward to “The Golden Road” by L. M. Montgomery

Hello Dear Ones,
Isn’t it a splendid sensation to feel happy for no apparent reason? I think it is. I feel happy right now (in a way that reminded me of our favorite red-head; Anne; pictured above) for simple reasons. Reasons that I could be happy about any day. I must remember to be happy about them more often. I am happy to be writing. I am happy the sun came out this morning and that my future is always bright. Did you know that? I didn’t know that until recently, but it is true. My future, no matter what, is bright. That’s something to be happy about. I have so many things to write about. I have them all split up into different categories (which would normally be different posts) but who knows…perhaps they’ll make appearances right here. Anyway, I am leaving my days of depression behind. Those three or four days were miserable and very inconvenient. They were sinful too, because they were self-centered and unhelpful to my family. And they were only the result of Satan tempting me further and further from the Lord. That should be the last thing I want to happen, so with prayer and a bright outlook, I am looking forward and being happy. Decidedly happy. I have made the choice to be happy. It is much better that way. I have made up a recipe for living the way I want to be living. You see, lots of changes are very suddenly happening in my family. God has continued to bless us all with good health and general well-being, and He has been gracious enough to bring these changes around gently (He never gives us more than we can handle) but still, they are changes. I am practicing my optimism every day and my placement of trust in God and my parents. I am practicing my sunny disposition and the art of relaxing. As the only thing to fear is fear itself, the only thing to worry about is getting worried. It is such a hassle and the bible says it is wrong. I am trying not to do it at all, but am quite proud of myself for simply not doing it very much. One of the changes is that my dear, dear oldest sibling has moved out. Yes, Joey has become the first to leave the nest. I am very thankful that he is still in town, but still, it is an odd feeling. I’ve never been one for odd feelings. Another is that my little sister; Bunny; is enrolled in public high school. I don’t want to write about it much (I may break my good non-worrying streak if I do) but all I have to say is that my parents are very in tuned to all of their childrens’ needs and have sought God’s will for all of us, and through prayer, have enrolled Bunny into classes that will suit her. She has a untitled learning disorder and has not been thriving, as the rest of us, in the home environment. I never wanted it to come to this, but as my parents have talked me through it, I feel better and better. It will be very specialized for her and she is very excited. She will attend her first classes Monday and will be taking the full load of seven periods five days a week. We shall see how it goes, but once again, we are being hopeful! Other changes are no less radical but more personal, so I will leave you with only the knowledge that they exist. All of this to say that it seemed like a good time to reevaluate my own life and to decide if I am spending my time the way I want to be. The answer is no. Lately, my time has been primarily accomplishing the absolutely necessary and moping around, bored, discouraged, dejected, hopeless, unorganized and without any glances toward my future (even the near future) for fear of seeing something that isn’t to my taste. This is a shameful way to live and I am ready to change. Yes, did you hear me? Everly is asking for change! It is coming anyway, why would I want to be left out when I could hop on the fast moving train of time and join the fun? (Can you tell I use a lot of psychology on myself?)

Anyway, I am going ot have to change in some ways, only because the people around me are changing. Other ways, will have be betwixt The Lord and I. Here is my previously mentioned recipe. I call it “The Roast Beef Life For Everly’s Current Circumstances”:
1. A few helpings more of sunshine and fresh air than usual
2. Good, healthy, living books and time set aside to read them (more on this in a moment)
3. Service to the family in whatever way needed. Hard work. Goals. Good attitude
4. Writing. It is ridiculous how little I work on my so-called “beloved novels.” And I also have a new project of a different sort…
5. More organized lessons in home keeping. More cooking, a better understanding of business and money, driving (yes, if I must) and the care and keeping of babies. I’ll have to rent one for this lesson.6. Keeping my room clean. I am much too old to struggle with a messy bedroom. It depresses me and overwhelms me and causes me to not want to come in her to write or embroider that drawn-out pillowcase project or read.
7. Give up complaining. For good.
8. Study the bible. I am consistently about a month behind on my Bible In A Year goal. Theoretically, I should be done October First. I must keep that goal!
9. Time set aside for prayer. And, studying prayer. It is more interesting and beautiful than I ever knew.
10. Helping with the children, reading to them, taking them on walks, conversing with them, praying for them, answering their pesky questions with patience and making sure that when I leave the house someday, I have no work left undone in my relationships with each of them.

Yes, I know that that became more of a to-do list than a recipe, but each of those things plays a vital part in my being satisfied with myself.
About the reading: I finished Rufus M. and am working toward the end of The Napoleon of Notting Hill alas. Then, I will read either “Anne of Windy Poplars” or “To Kill a Mockingbird.” The reason being, I am borrowing both of those books from friends and I want to return them in good time. After that, either “The Hiding Place” or “The Golden Road” or any of my other four billion books on the waiting list. But only things that I will benefit from. Oh, and I drew a conclusion today. I have this uncanny love for L. M. Montgomery’s books. It isn’t that I just like the style or the characters or the stories. There is this feeling I get when I read it that sometimes overwhelms me. I’ll open it up and love it so much that I’ll suddenly shut it and stick it back onto the shelf. The feeling is almost like adoration and jealousy mixed together, but I finally figured out what it is today when I read this on the back of our copy of “Pat of Silver Bush” by L. M. Montgomery:

“Pat came dancing down the hill that night on feet that hardly seemed to touch the earth. She halted under the Watching Pine to gloat over Silver Bush, all her love for it glowing like a rose in her face. It had never looked so beautiful and beloved. How nice to see the smoke curling up from its chimney! How jolly and comfortable the fat, bursting old barns looked, where hundreds of kittens yet unborn would frisk! The wind was singing everywhere in the trees. Over her was a soft, deep, loving sky. Every field she looked on was a friend. The asters along the path were letters of the poem in her heart. She seemed to move and breathe in a trance of happiness. She was a reed in a moonlit pool…she was a wind in a wild garden..she was the stars and the lights of home…she was…she was Pat Gardiner of Silver Bush!”

Yes! That was it! That was what I love about L. M. Montgomery’s work! In everyone of her books she points out the little things. She appreciates the details. She has a love for nature that shows through her writing and a gratefulness for beauty! That’s what I love and that is why I sometimes have to stop reading it. Because I love it so much and wish I was more like that. From now on I will try harder to be! So my reading will consist of more Montgomery…and Alcott and Lewis and other unfinished favorites.Yes, I think that is what I wanted to say to you today. If you read this entire post, you get an A+. I think that I have properly arranged my mind and will save the rest of my thoughts for future posts. With this, I bid you adieu on a happy note.
Good Afternoon, Everly Pleasant
P.S. I think that this is a record breaker…longest post and with the most labels!

(I tried to post this a moment ago and got a warning saying that I had used too many labels! I had remove several…)


My latest study: Lucy Maud Montgomery

Lucy at age ten………………….L. M. all grown up

This post is dedicated to Tessa Bainbridge who is also an L. M. fan and with whom I had a telephone conversation about L. M. Montgomery in which I accidentally told a lot of lies. This post is to clear things up and tell a fascinating story (without my confused recollections) about Lucy Maud Montgomery’s childhood and the picture you see to your left.
This picture is with the blip about the authoress in my version of Montgomery’s book, The Story Girl. I thought that it was absolutely beautiful. It was the only picture that I recalled ever seeing of Miss Montgomery. On the telephone I told Tessa that this was “the only picture you ever see of her” and that I had “looked her up online and only seen this really pretty picture” etc. etc. but this was not true. So that day I looked her up online for whatever reason and tried to find that picture. I searched high and low and never found it. I don’t see it in the cover of her other books, I don’t see it on websites which have the specific purpose of displaying photographs of Lucy Maud Montgomery…I simply couldn’t find it! So the picture that you see on this post is probably the only one on the internet and it is actually a photo that I took of the photo in my book. And also, there are lots of other picture of her. I was very confused.

Another thing is, Tessa and I were talking about how, in many cases such as Edgar Allen Poe, the Bronte sisters, Louisa May Alcott, Jane Austen and others, where their lives were very tragic, especially near the end. But Tessa was saying that all she had read about Montgomery was happy and good, that she seemed to have had a decent life. Well, I read about her while I was searching for this picture. Her childhood was really rather sad, but her adulthood seems to have been better, especially seeing as she went on to become a famous authoress who wrote about children in situations similiar to her own past.

“More than 30 years before she found fame as a writer, Lucy Maud Montgomery is just a young girl growing up in an 19th century farming community on Prince Edward Island. This all comes to and end when Maud is just under two years old. Her mother dies of tuberculosis and she is left to be raised by her staunchly religious grandparents.This clip from CBC Radio’s Morningside has host Peter Gzowksi examining Lucy Maud’s difficult early years as “an emotional orphan” and how it helped shape her as a writer.
Lucy Maud’s grandparents, who were in their 50’s and had already raised six children, accepted her but largely out of a feeling of duty and family responsibility.
• Devoutly Presbyterian, they restricted her from playing with other children and frowned on outward displays of emotion. They also resented Lucy Maud’s devotion to her absent father, who drifted around P.E.I. for years before finally moving to Prince Albert, Sask., in 1884.
• As Peter Gzowski points out in this clip, the Macneills “weren’t exactly Marilla and Matthew Cuthbert,” — the kindly, adoptive parents from Anne of Green Gables. At best, her new caregivers tolerated Lucy Maud and were often harsh to their granddaughter.
• In her journals Lucy Maud recalls being bedridden over the winter with the flu. In the middle of the night her grandfather came in to check on her, commenting “You’ll be dead by the spring, just like your mother.”• Her emotionally stunted relationship with her grandparents forced the young Lucy Maud to create imaginary friends for herself. She also named trees and plants, including a Geranium named “Bonnie,” and took long walks on the nearby beach and a country path she dubbed “Lover’s Lane.”• As she grew up she began spending much of her free time at a home across the street that was owned by David and Margaret Macneill, Lucy Maud’s cousins. Since they were relatives, Lucy Maud’s grandparents approved of the increasing amount of time she spent there. • Her cousins’ home and farm would later be cited by Lucy Maud as the inspiration for the home in her 1908 debut Anne of Green Gables.• When she was nine years old Lucy Maud began to funnel many of her personal thoughts and feelings into journals. This was a ritual that would prove to be a great comfort for her until her death in 1942. • The journals also provided a platform for her earliest poems, several of which would become her first published work. • Despite the loneliness that marked her childhood, Lucy Maud later wrote “Were it not for those Cavendish years, I do not think that Anne of Green Gables would ever have been written.” • Her ability to transform her early hardships into what would turn out to be a remarkably successful writing career led the Globe and Mail, in an October 2004 article, to dub Lucy Maud “A Maritime Cinderella.” ” This information was found at this site.
When discussing this paragraph with Sabrina, she queried how someone could write such lightheartedly about children who had the same disturbing childhood that she had. I think that it is because, at the beginning of Anne of Green Gables, Anne is just coming out of that horrific part of her life, so Montgomery didn’t have to write much about the issue, just the recovery.

Anyway, I found it all very interesting, particularly Bonnie.

Everly Pleasant

“Reading and Daydreaming and Summer and…

lots of other warm, exciting, syrupy-sweet things.”

I’m reading “Anne of the Island” (thanks to
my book-swap buddy) and you know what L. M. does to me. I can’t help it…I get all mushy. Well, just as Anne would do, I am going to tell you of my hopes, dreams, plans and woes about this upcoming season: Beloved Summer.

First of all, it is my 16th Summer so I am planning on having a great time and falling in love. (I haven’t met the lucky guy yet, but he’s bound to show up. I have hope for the dance on the 12th.)

Secondly, tomorrow Sabrina and Birdie begin private guitar lessons. I don’t really care for the guitar, but I would love to find some way this Summer to learn to play the piano and read music.

Thirdly, on June 2nd I start swimming lessons. Oh dear. This could prove to be VERY awkward. I know how to swim, I am just not very good at it. Actually, I don’t know if I am or not because I haven’t tried in years…which probably answers my question.

Fourthly, MY BIRTHDAY! This is on the twenty-third of June. I expect lots of nice comments on that day.

This Summer also holds Soccer Camp (for the children at our church) Children’s Church Camp and Preschool Fun Days. The people in my family who fit into these age groups will be attending these activities and I may be helping at Soccer Camp. The only catch: I know more about fungi than about soccer. Oh well…

Sooo, that is my So-Far-Summer. The dance on the 12th that I mentioned is Tessa’s birthday party! I am so excited for that! And last and least…I have a dentist appointment tomorrow!

Lots of love,


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