Friday, December 27, 2019

Daddy-Long-Legs


Amy, DeRay, and I watched the musical, "Daddy-Long-Legs" the other night.

Daddy-Long-Legs is a 1912 epistolary novel by the American writer Jean Webster. It follows the protagonist, Jerusha "Judy" Abbott, as she leaves an orphanage and is sent to college by a benefactor whom she has never seen.

Plot summary

     Jerusha Abbott was brought up at the John Grier Home, an old-fashioned orphanage. The children were completely dependent on charity and had to wear other people's cast-off clothes. Jerusha's unusual first name was selected by the matron from a gravestone (she hates it and uses "Judy" instead), while her surname was selected out of the phone book. At the age of 17, she finished her education and is at loose ends, still working in the dormitories at the institution where she was brought up.

     One day, after the asylum's trustees have made their monthly visit, Judy is informed by the asylum's dour matron that one of the trustees has offered to pay her way through college. He has spoken to her former teachers and thinks she has potential to become an excellent writer. He will pay her tuition and also give her a generous monthly allowance. Judy must write him a monthly letter, because he believes that letter-writing is important to the development of a writer. However, she will never know his identity; she must address the letters to Mr. John Smith, and he will never reply.

     Judy catches a glimpse of the shadow of her benefactor from the back, and knows he is a tall long-legged man. Because of this, she jokingly calls him Daddy-Long-Legs. She attends a "girls college" on the East Coast. She illustrates her letters with childlike line drawings, also created by Jean Webster.

     The book chronicles Judy's educational, personal, and social growth. One of the first things she does at college is to change her name to "Judy". She designs a rigorous reading program for herself and struggles to gain the basic cultural knowledge to which she, growing up in the bleak environment of the orphanage, was never exposed.

     During her stay, she befriends Sallie McBride (the most entertaining person in the world) and Julia Rutledge Pendleton (the least so) and sups with them and Leonora Fenton.

     At the end of the book, the identity of Daddy-Long-Legs is revealed as. . . . . . .guess you’ll have to read the book or see the musical  to find out the ending.



      We grew up being proud of Daddy for being Daddy-Long-Legs in that play. Didn't his teacher play the other lead? Can anyone remember her name?


Isn't that Daddy's handwriting?

Friday, December 6, 2019

Enrichment


      Brooke spent about 10 months doing all the paperwork and jumping through the hoops to get Eddy situated where he could enjoy a more fulfilling life.  We didn’t get involved until it was time to choose someone to be his advocate. We interviewed about six people. Brooke followed Eddy to his room to find out which one he wanted. Myself, I wanted the one that lives in Kaysville, in the ward we used to live in so we know many of the same people. She’s a nurse and her husband is a psychiatrist. We need both. Ed told Brooke he wanted Kayla. Kayla it became and she has been marvelous. We all love her. Then we had to interview people to come into the home, we had to visit places that Kayla found to see where he would go for day programs.
     The first day, Brooke and Elizabeth went with us. It was discouraging. We had spent all morning answering questions from the State guy and we were already tired.  (While the state guy was interviewing us, we kept talking about all Brent had done to help Ed while he was here. "Where is this Brent guy?" he wanted to know. "Let's get him out here.") Brooke sort of liked the one in Ogden and it was the best but we decided we hadn’t seen the right one yet. The next field trip we went to one in Layton that we loved because it was so close and then to PARC. Elizabeth chose this one because it was more professional and has both activities and work opportunities. We though maybe he could go to one 3 days and the other one 2 days. Brooke discouraged this because he has such a hard time adjusting. We finally all agreed that PARC would be the best fit for him. Currently it is being run by the Davis School District but that will change in July when it goes private. The government sets the guidelines and provides the funding but all the services are contracted out to private individuals and companies.  Eddy was approved for five days a week. We decided to start with two days to ease him into it.
     Since this is the field Amy got her Master’s Degree in, she has been extremely helpful and supportive all along, even posting about him on Facebook.
     Ed protested from the moment the decision was made even though we thought he helped make it.
     “I’m not going if it snows.”
     “I’m not leaving this neighborhood.”
     “Who will take care of the cats?”
     Brooke came over Sunday to help Dad give him a blessing. He was still insistent he wasn’t going no way no how. I couldn’t sleep all night worrying that we wouldn’t be able to get him to go. The van driver came right at 9:30. It was a cute girl, thank heavens.  Nevertheless, he was still adamant “I’m not leaving this neighborhood,” even as he climbed into the van in a blizzard. Monday November 25, 2019
      Elizabeth wrote: I’m so glad Ed enjoyed his first day!
     This morning Ed told his dad that he told the van driver: “Thank you for picking me up.” DeRay asked him what her name was. “She told you,” Ed reminded him. “I forgot,” Dad admitted. “You’ll find out next Monday,” Ed scolded, “now pay attention.”
     “I didn’t get to greet him at the door but he came in cussing that “They know I don’t like to be lonesome,” and “Now for the bad part” and “I hate it, hate it, hate it,” meaning coming home.
     To Brooke: After that we didn’t get much out of him. I asked him if he would be excited to go back next Monday and he informed me that he is not going back. He’s an enigma. I feel good about it.
     This morning, he chatted with me: “I love this house, Mom. And I also love PARC. It’s a long time until next Monday.” Nov. 26
      Today he came down the stairs chatting: “You know what I like about PARC, Mom?” “What?” “The restrooms and the good staff.”      
     This morning Eddy said, “I got something to look forward to on Sunday and Monday. Especially Monday.” (What? I never thought I’d see the day when anything trumped church.)
     “Know what I like about PARC, Mom? They go out into the community. Good thing I chose PARC, Mom.”
     “Good choice,” I added.
     “Really good choice,” he concluded.  November 29, 2019
     “I love PARC, Mom.”
     “Why do you love PARC?”
     “Because I chose it.”  (Maybe in his heart. Verbally he rejected it until he climbed into the van.)
     “Ed, now today I hope you will participate in the stretching exercises and follow the instructor,” I lecture.
     “She recognized me,” he said.
     Everybody recognizes Eddy. Every single place we visited while looking for a place, at least one person said “hello” to him, calling him by name.

A Quiet Thanksgiving


Ed’s two-bits
“You know what’s good about Thanksgiving, Mom?”
“We’ve got a lot to be grateful for.”
Today, maybe because it's just the four of us,
at home for Thanksgiving.
I’m thinking my favorite Thanksgiving
was the year we went to Orderville
and spent it with Mama,
the first Thanksgiving since her second husband passed away.
We’ve had much more exciting Thanksgivings –
All the years we spent with Grandma and Grandpa Pugh
and their kids and grandkids.
Lori, Jeanette, Clare, Danny, Norman, Karen, Grandpa and Grandpa Pugh, Brent
Or the year all our kids had the mumps so we couldn’t go anywhere.
because the Ogden kids had all had the mumps
they came for Thanksgiving dinner.
Or the year Jerry & Lana came and ReNee and Roland Palmer
with their oldest son Kevin who was just out of a coma
after a terrible car accident coming home after the deer hunt.
Brent, Todd, Lana, Jayson, DeRay, Jerry, Tim, Jeanette holding Jeanne, ReNee, Roland, Kevin
Or the year, we celebrated on Friday
because the doctors didn’t release Mama
from the hospital until Friday morning.
All of her children and most of her grandchildren
enjoyed Thanksgiving dinner at our church.
Plus a mighty fine program.
Back: Jerry, Lynn, DeMoin, Charles M., Charles H., DeRay, DeLoy
Lana, Juanita, Lucy, Carol, Mama, Shirley, Jeanette, Grace
Verla, Parl
Effie, Melissa, Cindy, J. Lynn, Amy Jayne, Nellie holding Devin, Jayson,, Calvin, Karla, Todd, Tim holding Tamber,Stanley, Keenan, Middle: Boyd, Carl, Connie, Jeanne, Grandma holding Travis (Ed), Keri, Tena holding Brooke, Brent, David,  Lee, Bryan, Robert.
Or the years we have enjoyed Verla’s good food and games and laughter.
So why this year does this quiet time with just Mama stand out?
Brooke would turn 1 year old in a month; Jeanne was 6; and Brent was 9.
I was pregnant with Eddy.
Being pregnant was a precious gift to me.
It was a quiet, peaceful, even sacred Thanksgiving day.
We were so happy together.

Written Thanksgiving Day.