Where's the Beef?

We talked about community today and how we form friends. Sort of a crazy connection, but I was thinking about how our social interactions and bonds are sometimes created through media. About once a week at school, I hear someone say: "Ouch, Charlie!" You know exactly what I mean right.

Well, I want you to see a commercial that those of us tv viewers in the 80's had in common. A ubiquitous saying!

Sure hope I don't offend you vegans.

Letters

Sara-4 letters; Jim-3 letters; Gina-4; ; Sandy-5. Average letters in a name of a child growing up in my neighborhood in the 70's-4 letters. Sounds trivial, doesn't it. But when I went to kindergarten and practiced spelling my name, I was at a distinct disadvantage due to my name:
K-A-T-H-E-R-I-N-E-9 letters. I wasn't an outcast nor did I get placed in the slow-learner group due to my lengthy name; however, somehow I just felt out of place. All of those insecure feelings changed when I met a new friend in first grade. She lived close to my neighborhood, so we road the bus together to Ralph R. Reeder Elementary school. With backpacks on our laps and school lunch boxes safely stowed at our feet, we traveled the fifteen minutes across suburbia to our school. As we traveled, we spelled each other's name. It was a revelation. She, too, had 9 letters in her name: D-O-M-I-N-Q-U-E! Oh what fun we had saying our names, spelling our names, and counting the letters in our names. There was nothing trivial about the letters in our name. Those letters were the basis to our friendship.
I kept my faith and hope in Santa Clause until I was twelve years old due to Dominique. She wrote a letter that was published in the Star Tribune newspaper inquiring about the reality of Santa. Due to the editor's sort of a "Yes, Virginia" response to her letter, I could not bring myself to doubt the magic of Santa. Each December I would slip the article out from my Mother's desk and reread the newprint to be reminded of the faith required to believe in something and someone who seems contrary to fact, to possiblity, to reality. I held onto my childish desires and wishes for as long as I could. Much of this was due to a letter and someone's acknowledgment of that letter.
A letter can convey a lot. We form our names and our identities with letters. We send our love and our concerns in letters. A letter can give us a connection. Take a look at someone who seems different from you and see if you can find just one thing you have in common. You might not have to try too hard; just for starters, we all have letters that make up our names. Who knows, you might just make a new friend or maybe you'll have a part of your faith renewed.

Are you "casting on"?

English 11 is reading Death of a Salesman. Willy is bemoaning the fact that he has worked all his life to pay for the mortgage of the house only to have two people live there.   Linda, Willy's enabling wife, reminds him that life is a "casting off."  It is a brief statement that holds truth.  For teenagers and a young (sure hope I can still say young) mom like me, life is all about a casting on.  Kids need/want new clothes, shoes, electronics.    I scurry about meeting everyone's needs by casting on one more item for skiing, a new dress for a dance, the right frame for a bedroom.  For me, I work to cast on to my home to make it a comfy place to reside, to relax, to celebrate life.   It is a daily casting on.

So what about a casting off?   I talked with my neighbor across the street today as we were both getting the mail.  She is in her 60's and anxious to retire.  She is ready to retire so she can "start getting rid of all her junk."  All four cars are in in the driveway, rather than the in the three-car garage, due to all the stuff in the garage.  It is time to cast off!

If life were more about a casting on of dreams, hopes, and aspirations, perhaps there would be less to "cast off."  Perhaps.

Willy's son Biff wants to follow his dream of working on a ranch.  He finds peace while he is working with his hands.  Happy, the other son, is trapped working in a "successful" job but is lonely and malcontent.   Arthur Miller's timeless message reminds us to cast on that which can stay, that which is long-lasting, that which will feed our heart and our soul (rather than just filling the garage).