Re-discovering Old Books for Kids at the Living with Nature Center

Re-discovering Old Books for Kids 

at the Living with Nature Center

San Vicente, Ilocos Sur

Dr Abe V Rotor

“Any book that helps a child to form a habit of reading, to make reading 

one of his deep and continuing needs, is good for him.”―Maya Angelou

 

 “Don’t give up reading. The more you practice, the easier it will get.”- Unknown

“Children are likely to live up to what you believe of them.” – Lady Bird Johnson

 

“Reading is the gateway for children that makes all other learning possible.” 

– Barack Obama

 

“A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies . . . 

The man who never reads lives only one.” – George R.R. Martin

“There is no friend as loyal as a book.”- Ernest Hemingway

 

“The whole world opened up to me when I learned to read”- Mary McCleod Bethune

“The only way to do all the things you’d like to do is to read.” – Tom Clancy

 

“I had a lot of dreams when I was a kid, and I think a great deal of that 

grew out of the fact that I had a chance to read a lot.” – Bill Gates

   

“While we try to teach our children all about life, Our children teach us what life is all about.” – Angela Schwindt

 

“Each day of our lives we make deposits in the memory banks of our children.” – Charles R. Swindoll

 

“Play is often talked about as if it were a relief from serious learning. But for children play is serious learning. Play is really the work of childhood.” – Fred Rogers

 

“The more that you read, the more things you will know. The more you learn, the more places you’ll go.”- Dr. Seuss ~

Defining Moments of Great Men. Write down three of your own "defining moments" and reflect on them on a weekend.

                            Defining Moments of Great Men

Write down three of your own "defining moments" 

and reflect on them on a weekend.

Dr Abe V Rotor

Living with Nature - School on Blog 

 
1. "No part is more important than the whole." Auguste Rodin

The famous statue of Honore de Balzac carved by Auguste Rodin, has no hands.  But when Rodin carved it, it had hands.  

This is how the statue lost its hands. After completing his work, the scilptor called in his students and friends to see it. "What hands!" gasped one.

"Master, I have never seen such hands.  Only  a god could carve hands like that." said another, "they are alive!"

  Honore de Balzac without arms; bust details.  

"Those hands! Those hands!" exclaimed a third student. "If you had never produced anything else, master, these hands would make you immortal."

Rodin was not pleased in the least.  He seized an axe and rushed to the statue.

His students ried to hold him back but with unbelievable strength, he chopped off the hands that had forth such a praise. "Fools!" he shouted. "I have to destroy those hands because they had a life of their own.  They did not belong to the life of the entire statue.  Remember this and remember it well!  No part is more important than the whole."   

2. Newton lay dying

When Isaac Newton lay dying, a friend said to him: "It must be a source of pride and gratification to know that you penetrated so deeply into a knowledge of nature's laws." 

"Far from feeling proud," spoke Newton, "I feel like a little child who has found a few bright colored shells and pebbles while the vast ocean of truth stretches unknown and unexplored before my eager fingers."  

3. Captain Scott's last word: COURAGE - a message

Captain Scott died in a blinding blizzard while on his way to the South Pole.  Years later they found his frozen body.  In his hand was an unfinished letter to his friend, Sir Barrie, the eminent British writer.  In that letter Scott had tried to tell of the cold and dispiriting conditions they were in, adding however, a cheerful note: "I would do you good to hear our songs and our cheery conversations."  Then there stood out a final word in wide characters.  It spelled: "COURAGE."

When Sir Barrie received the letter, he kept it in a casket with great care.  Shortly after, the writer lost the use of his right hand.  Now he could not write even a line. Helpless and unhappy, one day he took out his friend's letter and read it through again and again.

He looked at the last word "COURAGE" and then told himself: "If Scott could write about courage when things were at their worst, why cannot I have the courage to learn to write with my left hand?"

And he did learn to write with his left hand, though afterwards he recovered the use of his right hand.

(Author's Note: Captain Robert Falcon Scott reached the South Pole on January 17, 1912. In a small tent, flying the Norwegian flag, he found a letter from Captain Amundsen wishing him a safe return. It was on his journey back that he and the members of his team met their tragic end.)  

4. "That makes no difference." - Pope Pius IX 

Pope Pius IX was one day walking along through the galleries of the Vatican.  He saw at a distance a young Englishman who was gazing ecstatically at one of Raphael's paintings.  The Pope went up to him and asked, "I presume you are an artist, my son."

The young man confessed that he had come to Rome to study painting.  But he informed the Pontiff that he had not enough money to pay the fees for instruction at the Academy. Whereupon Pope Pius IX promised to provide for his fees.

"But, your Holiness," blurted the young man, "I am a Protestant!"

"That makes no difference," smiled the Holy Father.  "Admission to the studios will not deny you of that score."  

5. The moth dying for his country's freedom

It was Jose Rizal's Mother who told him about the story of the moth. One night, her mother noticed that Rizal was not paying anymore attention to what she is saying. As she was staring at Rizal, he then was staring at the moth flying around the lamp. She then told Rizal about the story related to it.

There was a Mother and son Moth flying around the light of a candle. The Mother moth told her son not to go near the light because that was a fire and it could kill him easily. The son agreed. But he thought to himself that his mother was selfish because she doesn't want him to experience the kind of warmth that the light had given her. Then the son moth flew nearer. Soon, the wind blew the light of the candle and it reached the wings of the son moth and he died.

Rizal's mother told him that if the son moth only listened to what his Mother said, then he wouldn't be killed by that fire. 

Rizal must have remembered his mother's anecdote that night a moth visited him in Fort Santiago where he awaited his execution the following morning. He must have thought of the moth dying for his country's freedom. It died for a cause. It is the way martyrs die.  

6. "One piece for the young lady." - Albert Schweitzer

When Albert Schweitzer visited America in 1949, a former Strasbourg Sunday-school pupil of his met him at the Cleveland railway station and took him to a restaurant for breakfast.  An Alsatian coffee cake, especially prepared for the occasion, was produced, thus giving the table a festive look. (Dr Schweitzer is a native of Alsace, a French Region at the border of Germany.)

When time came to cut the cake, Dr Schweitzer was handed the knife.  He stood up, poised the blade and counted the people.  There were nine of them, but Dr. Schweitzer cut the cake into ten pieces.

"One piece for the young lady who so graciously served us," he explained, hnding the tenth piece to the waitress. 

7. "I would read some poetry and listen to some music..." - Charles Darwin

These words come from Charles Darwin: "If I had my life to live over again, I would have made a rule to read some poetry and listen to some music at least once  week; for perhaps that part of my brain now atrophied would thus have been kept active through use.

"The loss of these tastes is a loss of happiness, and may possibly be injurious to the intellect, and more probably to the moral character, by weakening the emotional part of our nature."  

8. Seventy-five drafts of Thomas Gray's "Elegy"

Seventy-five drafts of Thomas Gray's poem "Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard" may be seen in the British Museum.  The poet did not like the way he wrote the first time nor the second nor the third.  He was satisficed only when he had written the poem over and over 75 times. 

Author's Note: The poem is an elegy in name but not in form; it employs a style similar to that of contemporary odes.  It embodies a meditation on death, and remembrance after death, and in pondering on the lives of the obscure and unknown buried in the churchyard. It could be for this depth of reflection that drove Gray into "perfecting" this poem, so to speak, which became his masterpiece, and one of the most loved and enduring poems in English, and world, literature. 

(Author's Note: The final copy of  Gray's Elegy is printed in a separate topic and lesson in this Blog.)  

9. Voltaire surrounded by a mob 

Feeling ran high against the French when Voltaire visited England in 1727.  The life of the Frenchman was in danger on the streets.  One day a crowd of angry Englishmen surrounded Voltaire on his walk, shouting, "Kill him! Hang the Frenchman!"

Raising his voice above the shouts of the crowd , Voltaire cried, "Englishmen!  You want to kill me because I am a Frenchman!  Am I not punished enough in not being an Englishman?"

The crowd hurrahed and led him safely back to his residence. 

10. Conversion of Saul to Saint Paul, the Apostle

On the road to Damascus, Saul was struck by a brilliant light, fell to the ground, heard a voice from heaven identified as the voice of Jesus asking, “Why are you using violence against me?” From here on Saul became one of the greatest defenders of the Church.

Conversion of Saint Paul on Damascus Road, mural painting (8'x8') by Dr AV Rotor, SPUQC

1995  

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* Lesson on former Paaralang Bayan sa Himpapawid  (People's School-on-Air) with Ms Melly C Tenorio 738 KHz DZRB AM Band, 8-9 evening class, Monday to Friday;

** Assignment,  University of Santo Tomas, Faculty of Arts and Letters on Development Communication

Sail Boats Forever

                                                  Sail Boats Forever 

Dr Abe V Rotor

Sailboats in acrylic, AVR c. 2004

What a crude game, you may say, 

Of my ancestors’ sailboats catching 

The breeze, docking the gusts, 

Edging the rocks, sans compass 

Or sextant, map and telescope.

What prize is at stake? Not a trophy. 

Yet the instinct craves for a prize 

Like in The Old Man and the Sea; 

A prize he found, mindless of people. 

Who saw nothing of his adventure.

Let the sailboats play in the wind

And water, let alone an old boat 

At rest, sitting on rock like an old man,

Guarding over the young, who too, 

Shall someday play the same old game. ~

The Eyes of Nature

                                              The Eyes of Nature 

"Many eyes are looking at me

here with Nature,

by day and night 

beneath and atop a tree." - avr

Painting and Poem by Dr Abe V Rotor

Details: Young adventurers in full gear prepare to penetrate the forest; emergent tree rises to a hundred feet surpassing the canopy layer. A nest is perched on the top, with a mother hawk attending to her young.

A pair of deer, a coiled boa, and many more hidden and camouflaged. Trees are real giants of the living world. This Dipterocarp is tallest tree in the Tropical Rain Forest. 

     The Eyes of Nature

Many eyes are looking at me here with Nature;

By day and night, beneath and atop a tree.

They're scary, they're mean, they're sleepy, 

And how do I look to them seeing me?

Wink and they wink, close and they do, too.

Quick the flashlight, and they disappear;

Can eyes exist alone, like stars in the sky?

I wonder if these eyes are like stars to cheer.  

Yes, the fireflies have lamps that flicker,

The moth and butterfly have wing spots

Like monstrous eyes to stave off predator,

And cave dwellers glow in rows and knots. 

The fish in the stream is silver in the moonlight,

As bubbles rise to the surface and sparkle,

The owl rarely blinks, no creature dare around,

Its infrared vision indeed a marvel.

Raindrops falling make a thousand eyes

Life they bring to the rainbow, borrowing

its colors glow, and sparkle as they drop,

reborn with the light of the river flowing. 

Mushrooms are phosphorescent, they glow,

while others absorb light for future use; 

Ah, boast the snake, I can freeze you to fall,

An eagle swoops, there's no excuse.

Petals attract a pollinator in the night

Crickets shine when won by a song,

Seeds pop out to meet the rising sun,

And the sun shines happily all along. 

Eyes, eyes, eyes, - for us to see the world, 

And all eyes the world is bound;

In our sleep, in the deep forest and ocean,

Eyes make the world go round. ~

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738 DZRB AM Band, 8 to 9 evening class, Monday to Friday

Flowering Plants by the Roadside

                   Flowering Plants by the Roadside 

Dr Abe V Rotor 

Just as I have almost forgotten the garden of my youth

after love had blossomed and warmed my whole being,

now as cold as stone sans the inscription of my name,

I wake up to a flowering weed shining in the sun dying. 

how beautiful is this thing unwanted and uncared for,

when all that is said to be beautiful is just but a dream: 

 Hanging Gardens of Babylon, and the biblical Paradise;

I dare not step on a flowering weed.  Oh, dream, dream!

   

False Bird of Paradise* across a barb wire,

      symbol of a lost Garden;

golden in the sun in some forgotten place, 

      and in the hearts of men.

*Heliconia psittacorum

 

A cluster of feathery flowers of Eucalyptus* and a bee;

nectar and pollen grains it gathers to feed her colony.

*Eucalyptus deglupta

Bangbangsit (Ilk) for obnoxious odor this Lantana camara is named;

repels the intruder, the sensitive, except the Papilio* the Creator gave. 

(*Swallowtail butterfly)

 Thorny Thistle shy yet menacing to its enemies,   

survival tool in the wasteland, little of other means.  

Note sulfur butterfly (Pieres raphae) pollinating the flowers

Lowly and short lived, yet in glorious red;

beauty a passing glance on Begonia's bed. 

Begonia obliqua

Dimorphism a phenomenon that is barely known;

yellow and red in union -  from it  a seed is born.

Mickey mouse tree - Ochna serrulata

  Buntot tigre - Sanzyviera zeylanica - what  name, 

blooms when the weather is cold with little rain.

 Purple flowers on the vine with trellis or none, 

beaming with pride and dying in the sun.

*Wild  batao - Dolichos lablab

Its flowers open pure white in the morning gradually
turning into pink towards the end of the day, 
courting oh's and ah's to the inquisitive and curious;
indeed a manifestation of God's mysterious way.
Balibago (Hibiscus tiliaceus Linn), Family Malvaceae. 

Water Hyacinth*, your flowers are shy, tender and coy,
rising from the bottom of the pond in giant buoy. 
*Eichhornia crassipes

Flourescent Plumbago, when the sky is dark the more I see you;
and in the night you borrow some passing light and the stars above.
Leadwort, Plumbago auriculata

Kakawate* flowers, they say you are mean,
Beautiful sans fragrance, falling off before 
you are pickrd for the vase or for lei, 
yet you serve the kitchen and the bee. ~
* Madre de Cacao - Gliricida sepium

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An Evening Guest - A Giant House Spider!

 An Evening Guest - A Giant House Spider!

Dr Abe V Rotor

In my room one peaceful evening came a spider.

Welcome, gladly I said, as it paused for a moment

on drawings on the wall my grand children made,

its legs tapping a message for whatever it meant.

Ah, you are an artist too, I guessed, as it moved

along and across swiftly I thought it would fall,

Instead it embraced a make-believe companion;

I looked into this creature a mirror on the wall.

Giant house spider (Aratigena africa) is also known as Wolsey spider (Tegenaria parietina), sometimes referred to as Cardinal spider, named after Cardinal Wolsey during the time of Henry VIII of England. Giant house spiders have been recently classified under genus Aratigena. ~