Milwaukee Christmas Tree arrives at Red Arrow

Yesterday marked the 100th year that the City of Milwaukee has placed a pine tree downtown during the holiday season.  Our longstanding tradition is supposedly second to New York City, but the first tree was not erected at Rockefeller Center until 1931 (unofficially, by the construction workers who were building it, with the first official tree erected two years later in 1933).

Traditionally our tree was installed at Milwaukee’s City Hall.  I remember seeing large, decorated trees near the front entrance arches years ago in the 1980s.  But since construction of the ice rink at Red Arrow Park one block north of City Hall, the tree has been placed there instead.

Yesterday I watched this year’s tree get cut down on television around 6:30 a.m.  Then around ten o’clock I walked over to Starbucks for coffee and a meeting.  By then crews were setting the tree into place beside the not-yet-ice-coated skating rink.  (One nice “extra” associated with teaching at Milwaukee School of Engineering is the opportunity to work downtown and be in the center of city happenings 🙂 )

Milwaukee City Christmas Tree - 1

The city tree is always harvested from a yard somewhere in the metropolitan area.  This year’s tree is a 40-foot Colorado blue spruce donated by the Loving Shepherd Lutheran Church at 39th and Clinton.  It was hoisted from its trunk and driven slowly downtown on a flatbed with a police escort.

Here is video of yesterday’s tree harvest from WTMJ (Channel 4):

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TBDBITL

Great article in today’s Wall Street Journal titled “The Real Million-Dollar Band” that I just have to share.  Its title, FYI, is a reference to (and repudiation of 🙂 ) the official name for the University of Alabama’s marching band, “The Million Dollar Band,” and the article opens with this sentence:

Here in Ohio State country, it’s hard to say who is having a better season: the school’s undefeated football team or its marching band.

Oh yeah, totally.  Both band and team are having an amazing season!

I’m not a football fan.  Most years I don’t even bother watching the Super Bowl, especially now that all the cool television commercials can be found everywhere on the Internet the next day.  But I do follow Ohio State football.  In fact, the one and only game I am guaranteed to watch every year is the epic annual match-up between college football’s two fiercest rivals, the spectacle to which every television and radio in Ohio is tuned on the last Saturday in November.  The Ohio State–Michigan game.

OSU fans probably also recognize the acronym in my blog-post title today.   It is a legacy of legendary OSU coach Woody Hayes, who once described the Ohio State marching band as “the best damn band in the land”—politely shortened to TBDBITL.

I grew up in Ohio.  Played clarinet in my high school’s marching band.  Our band director was freshly graduated from Ohio State when he began his job at my high school the same September I entered as a freshman.  Hanging on the wall of Mr. Tolliver’s office was the equivalent of the Harvard diploma one might find in an attorney’s office—an artifact that not only testified to Mr. Tolliver’s bonafides but also boasted of his membership status in a similarly elite group.  For Mr. Tolliver had marched in TBDBITL!  And on his office wall hung a framed black-and-white photograph of the OSU Marching Band’s famous “Script Ohio” in finished formation.

A couple weeks ago, the OSU band did a tribute to Michael Jackson so fabulous that the late singer’s mother telephoned the band director personally to congratulate him.  Here is video of that performance from the student-run OSU BuckeyeTV YouTube channel.  Watch for something really, really special beginning at about 4:40 minutes in.  (Hint: it’s the gloved-one’s most famous dance move :))

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Crab-apple season (photos)

I have mixed feelings about our crab apple.  On the one hand, it’s a beautiful tree, especially covered with soft pink flowers in spring.  But it also dumps piles of fruit on the ground every autumn.  Which the chipmunks love, as you can see.

Chipmunk feasting on crab apple

Unfortunately our two dogs love those crab apples, too.

We can’t rake up the debris fast enough to keep our pets from chomping away like billy goats.  I had to make a trip to the emergency vet this week because one of our dogs kept vomiting.  I don’t know if his stomach was reacting to rotten fruit or an overload of sugar and acid, or if his intestines had a partial blockage caused by a mass of crab apples and stems.  He’s okay now, but I really could have done without the expensive animal hospital fee and the night-time drive across town with a retching canine in the back seat.

This isn’t the first autumn our dog has made himself sick on crab apples, although the vomiting has never been this bad.  Always I vow that’s to be the end of it; the tree is coming down.

Just as soon as it blossoms one last time next spring.

Spring comes and goes.  The tree provides such nice shade in summer.   There will be plenty of time to cut it down before the crab apples fall.  And suddenly, before I can bring myself to take action, the boughs sag under the weight of their bounty.  Ripe fruit begins to drop again.

Still I’m reluctant to rid our yard of the tree.  Following today’s thunderstorm, wet crab apples shimmered like jewels.

dripping crab apples

jewel-wet crab apple

Like Scheherazade with her nightly cliff-hangers, that darn tree keeps enticing me to wait.  Il faut souffrir pour être belle, I guess.  (One must suffer to be beautiful😄)

And, after all, crab-apple season is almost over now.

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Keeping up with Tess Gerritsen’s “Great Indiana Public Libraries Tour”

One of my favorite authors is medical-thriller novelist Tess Gerritsen, whose continuing series’ characters Jane Rizzoli and Maura Isles have inspired the hit TNT network television show “Rizzoli & Isles.”

Tess Gerritsen (photo by Garry Knight, via Wikipedia, under Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 2.0 Generic license)

Since 2005 Gerritsen has also written a blog that focuses primarily on matters related to creative writing and publishing but also covers a wide range of other topics like travel, creepy scientific facts, personal essays, and just really interesting stuff.  I buy Gerritsen’s novels for the suspenseful mystery plots and the ongoing development of her main characters (even though the gory descriptions of crime scenes are often hard to read).  But I follow her blog because Tess Gerritsen, the person, has a warm, honest voice that makes her posts seem like newsy letters from a friend.

This week I have looked forward every evening to reading updates on Gerritsen’s blog from her “Great Indiana Public Libraries Tour.”   When a librarian from Bartholomew County, Indiana, asked Gerritsen last year if she’d be interested in visiting her library, Gerritsen wondered if any other libraries might like her to speak while she was in the area.  A few days later she had her answer, when the librarian got back to her with a list of 20-plus libraries.

The result is a two-week, 23-stop tour speaking and signing books, happening right now at Indiana public libraries across the state.

What a smart librarian to have approached Gerritsen with this idea!  And kudos to Gerritsen for spending what surely must be an exhausting two weeks driving from town to town, attending two or three events in a day.  She has drawn large crowds at every stop and has sold hundreds of books.

As a lifelong Midwesterner, I can assure you that readers Gerritsen interacts with this week are thrilled by the opportunity to meet her in person.  Bestselling authors just don’t get to our neck of the woods that often, especially once you go beyond the main cities.  The goodwill being generated by this tour is an investment far outweighing the costs associated with travel and time that Gerritsen may expend.

 

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Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright

It all depends on your perspective . . .  Yesterday I happened to look up through the branches of our crab apple and silver maple trees and saw that the leaves way, way up there were suffused with late-afternoon sunlight.

Sunshine in the upper branches

When I’m driving through the countryside north of town, I’m always surprised by how brightly illuminated everything is by the slanted rays of late-afternoon sun.  My own neighborhood has so many trees and city blocks densely packed with houses that everything falls into shadow as the sun slips lower in the sky toward sunset.

Yet the treetops are still brightly lit long after evening arrives at ground level.  You can see it in the photo below, too.  The line of trees along the bottom of the photograph and the top branches of the tree on the right are much brighter than that tree’s shaded lower branches.

Sunshine on the treetops and a daytime moon

One  of my favorite poems is “Casey at the Bat,” a line near the end of which is the title of today’s blog post.  It doesn’t matter how wonderful things may be elsewhere in the world; there is no joy in Mudville—mighty Casey has struck out.

Sometimes it’s so easy to forget that our immediate reality is just a “microclimate.”

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September Mint (and other photos of summer’s end)

September is here, and Mother Nature is wrapping up summer here in Milwaukee.  After a busy August, I now am back in school (I teach at Milwaukee School of Engineering) and catching up on chores around the house whenever I can fit them in.

About two weeks ago the big drama on my street was a baby cardinal that had possibly ventured away from the nest prematurely.  All afternoon the baby bird landed in the strangest spots, like on top of the Sudoku puzzle my neighbor was working on, right on the table in front of her on her patio.  The parents were never far away, chirping different but rarely varying messages to their offspring.

It sounded like they were encouraging it to try its wings again, just as we cheer on kids learning to ride their bikes.

Eventually the baby bird made it all the way down to a duplex at the end of our block, a journey that had taken hours of close supervision from Mom and Dad.  Below is a photo I took in the early evening of our exhausted little adventurer.  In the upper left, you can see Mom perched on a thick line that remained stable under her weight.  Poor Mom.  She kept trying to land closer to Junior, but those thinner lines swayed too much every time she attempted to perch on one.

In the lower center-right of the photo you can see the baby bird sitting on a much more slender strand of wire above the garage.  It was a breezy evening, but the little bird didn’t seem to be bothered.  It just swayed along with the wire.  Meanwhile, the poor parents kept flitting and chirping incessantly.

Baby cardinal  & watchful parentBelow are some other photos I took to document the end of summer in Milwaukee.

Here we see the flowery finish of our mint plants.  Some of our mint plants, I should say.  Mint is a tireless volunteer, reseeding itself all over the place.

Mint in the September garden

The phlox bloomed once in early June, but new growth is trying for one last burst of color.

Phlox's last hurrah

The old silver maple is already anticipating autumn.  Its leaves are beginning to get tinged with red.

red-tinged silver maple leaves

And the crab apples!  My neighbor keeps telling me I should make jelly out of them.  We certainly could make a project of it.  We have lots of crab apples.

crab apple bounty

LOTS of crab apples . . .

LOTS of crab apples!

Happy September!

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Watching the “Up” Documentary Series (Film #5, 35 Up)

This past weekend I watched 35 Up.  As I said in my last post, I’m going to try a different approach in structuring my thoughts on the film this time around by first providing a brief update on each of the film’s subjects and then summarizing my overall reactions.

First the updates:

Tony — Still driving a cab, which he owns.  His wife also drives.  They split shifts to accommodate caring for their children.  She drives during the day, then quits in time to pick up the kids from school.  Tony goes to work, comes home to eat dinner with the family, then goes back out driving till 1:00 in the morning.  Tony’s mother died within the last couple years.

Bruce — Still teaching, but currently spending a term teaching in Bangladesh, through an arrangement with his school in London in order to better understand his immigrant students.  Not married; says he has had “affairs,” most of which ended amicably, but just hasn’t met the right woman yet.

Nick — Still teaching physics at the University of Wisconsin-Madison, where he is an associate professor (meaning he has gotten tenure, because promotion from “assistant” to “associate” usually goes hand in hand with receiving tenure).  Nick says his wife, Jackie, was surprised and unhappy with the way she appeared to be in the last film, so she doesn’t want to participate this time.  Nick and his wife have a son now, who also doesn’t appear.  We do see some footage of Nick’s parents and brothers back on the farm in Yorkshire.

Suzy — Still married to Rupert, a solicitor who has quit his law practice to become a real estate developer, at least that’s what the description of his work sounds like to me, renovating older buildings for use as offices.  Although her name appeared onscreen as “Suzi” in 28 Up, it is spelled “Suzy” this time.  Suzy and Rupert have three children, two sons and a daughter.  The older boy is now a “day student” at school (meaning, I guess, that he doesn’t board there).  Suzy and Rupert have moved, so I’m not sure if they’re still in Bath.  But they live in a rural area, with a small town.  Although Suzy worries that her children’s lives are too “cossetted,” she is glad that they can live a quiet, untroubled life for the moment, at least.  Her middle son has a “volatile” personality and some learning disabilities, and Suzy expresses concern about putting him into the right learning environment, but her tone of voice is calm, and you get the feeling that she’ll work this out.  She admits to some financial worries regarding the health of her husband’s business when the economy was bad, but again she seems remarkably calm in talking about the possibility of losing her home and material possessions, as though it is something she will take in stride if it happens.

The East End girls

Jackie — Married at 19 and now divorced.  In 28 Up Jackie was the only one of these three women without a child.  She said she was too selfish and didn’t want the responsibility.  She now has a son, who is the result of a “brief” relationship.  Her family (father, siblings, relatives) is very supportive, and she clearly adores her son, who looks to be maybe a year and a half old.

Lynn — Still married with two daughters, still working as a school librarian.  Lynn has some sort of health problem involving extra veins in her head, recently diagnosed and possibly requiring surgery.  We see her walking with her husband, and she also seems to have a little stiffness in her knees or hips because she has a slight limp.  Lynn’s mother died two years ago, and she is having a hard time getting over that.

Sue — Only recently married in 28 Up with a son, Sue has since also had a daughter and divorced her husband.  She is working in London, where we see her on the job and on the train going home.  Her clothes are fashionable, she wears a fair amount of makeup, and we see her out for the evening with friends, many of whom are also divorced women with children.

The prep school boys

Charles — Still working as a television journalist for the BBC.  We see a black-and-white photo of him sitting on a curb looking quite handsome.

John — Working as a barrister specializing in corporate work, mergers and acquisitions.  Married to Claire, daughter of a former ambassador to Bulgaria.  John’s grandfather came from Bulgaria, and John is raising money to provide health supplies and services to people there, especially disabled children at an orphanage.  John visits his grandfather’s farm, now apparently owned by the state.  He says there’s been some talk of returning land to the families, and he would like the opportunity to own his grandfather’s land and make needed repairs, as the buildings are falling into ruin.  John works in London but has a country home where he spends his weekends playing piano and gardening.

Andrew — Still married to Jane the “Yorkshire lass,” with whom he has two sons.  They live in Wimbledon, and we see the family walking around a slightly wooded field and also skiing somewhere in the snowy European Alps.  Andrew still works as a solicitor, doing corporate work.

The charity-run children’s home boys

Symon — Does not appear in this film, nor is he even mentioned.  No photograph or anything.

Paul — Still married, with two children.  Still living in Australia working as a bricklayer.  Apparently had started his own business, with employees, but realized that he is not the type to be a “boss.”  Worries about the future a bit, especially the physical aspects necessary to doing his job as he gets older.

The Liverpool suburb boys

Peter — Does not appear in this film, nor is he even mentioned.  No photograph or anything.  Almost all of his portions of the now-familiar dual interview with Neil from Seven Up have been edited out.  In part this makes sense: why show someone speaking at age 7 who is not going to be interviewed in the current film.  But it’s a little jarring to see how he has been excised when the clips with Neil are shown.  Originally the boys’ interview was a joint conversation, with Neil and Peter sitting side by side telling us about their school.  This is what I’m used to seeing, so it’s very strange to see only Neil’s part of the interchange in 35 Up.

Neil — Poor Neil.  Still jobless and living on social security.  Living in public housing in West Shetland.  But Neil seems to have developed a community of people who know him.  We see him stop in at a little shop for groceries, and the proprietress greets him warmly and engages him in conversation.  Neil has also become involved with local theater, performing in a play (or, as the flyer calls it, a “pantomime”) of Beauty and the Beast.  We see Neil in performance, and he does very well as an actor, I think.  Neil directed the play last year, but his name was not put forward for the job this year.  Apparently, from the way he describes the problem to the interviewer (director Michael Apted), Neil was too demanding, too much a perfectionist with his cast and crew of locals.  Neil is also writing.  He has a typewriter, and it appears he is writing plays.  So, just as Neil’s hitchhiking in 28 Up seemed to fulfill his childhood dream to travel as an adult, so also does his writing and work with the theater seem to fulfill his stated desires in 28 Up to lecture on subjects he had researched and to work in theater doing directing or lighting.

And now, here are my overall reactions to 35 Up:

At age 7, all the participants were cute children.  At age 14, many seemed awkward and uncertain.  At age 21, they still seemed like children to me, even though they were legally adults.  By age 28, everyone clearly was launched into their adult lives.  Now that the participants are 35 years old, my biggest overall impression is that they are beginning to get worn down by life, that the edges are starting to fray a bit.

Tony all but admits to cheating on his wife.  He talks about how “opportunities” have presented themselves when he’s been on vacation in Spain (without his wife, I guess), then says something about “birds” (attractive women) and how when you get home the wife is giving you that look of “I know, but I don’t want to know.”

Neil’s peripatetic lifestyle has taken its toll on his appearance.  His hair appears patchy with bald spots, which it did in 28 Up, as well.  Not the usual male pattern balding, but the kind of patchiness you might associate with stress and malnutrition.  His skin is also quite weathered; during his interview I could see from the contrast with white skin on part of his neck not normally exposed how permanently reddened his neck and face have become from the cold winds of northern Scotland.

Several of the participants have suffered the death of one or both parents and are very torn up by it.  Lynn has a serious health problem, something involving extra veins in her brain.  And the other two East End girls, Jackie and Sue, have gotten divorced.

Three of the participants—Neil, Jackie, and Sue—have been welfare recipients (“social security,” it appears to be called in England).  Neil has been receiving assistance for years.  Jackie and Sue apparently received help temporarily, like maybe a year—for Jackie following the birth of her son (the result of a “brief” relationship), and for Sue following her divorce.  It’s not completely clear whether or not Sue is continuing to receive aid.  But it’s striking that 3 out of 14 participants, slightly more than 20% of the group, have received financial support from the state by age 35.  I don’t know why that surprises me, but it does.

Money is sort of an interesting theme in 35 Up.  No one seems overly fixated on it, at least in their interviews.  Everyone acknowledges its importance to being able to live a comfortable life, but not everyone is able or willing to do what is necessary to have the income needed to afford that.  Although Jackie says she doesn’t know where the money will come from that she needs to raise her son, she expresses confidence that it will turn up, as it always does.  Bruce considers his life a success despite a low income because he has found meaningful work.  Suzy apparently has come to terms with money from the opposite direction, countering criticism of her wealth (implied? actual?) by saying that she can’t change what she was born into.

My only really critical comment regarding this film has to do with its presentation.  Director Michael Apted changed the way he structured the “Up” films starting with 28 Up.  In the first three movies, he had certain themes/topics and he grouped all of the children’s responses around those topics.  For example, he asked all the children if they had boyfriends or girlfriends; he asked what they thought about public political issues and events, like the trade union strikes; he asked them to talk about their belief in God.  While this structure caused 21 Up to be very rambling, I found something very intriguing about hearing everyone’s ideas and thoughts.  You really get insights into who these people were, as well as obtain glancing oblique views on what was happening in England in the 1960s and 1970s.

In 28 Up, though, Apted began to structure the films not around topics but by person.  We see Tony, then we see Bruce, then we see Suzy, then we see Nick, etc.  We start with a film clip of each person at age 7, then view sequential clips of all their interviews through time of the current movie.  I’ve been watching these films with one of my daughters, and by the middle of 35 Up she was bored.  The structure has become routine to the point of dullness.  I miss hearing each person’s thoughts.  Apted has taken largely to providing biographical updates for everyone and staging action (like bringing Paul’s family from Australia to London to visit to all the usual tourist spots).

I hate to say this, but because of its structure 35 Up feels a bit like the obligatory annual Christmas letter from distant relatives with factual updates that lack meaning because the context is absent.

Maybe if I had seen these movies at seven-year intervals instead of a new one every week this summer, viewing that same sequence of clips over and over, accruing new weight with each new film, wouldn’t be so irritating.  This is a problem I’ve noticed in my favorite series of mystery novels, as well.  Not only does the first chapter need to introduce the current story, but it has to reintroduce all of the familiar characters to new readers, as well as rehash the plot of the series’ continuing storyline, as well.  Balancing the new reader’s need for background with the tedium it causes old readers must be a very difficult task.  Similarly, Apted’s job of creating a film that is both a status update bulletin and at the same time a standalone work of art must be very challenging.

In the end, 35 Up feels somewhat similar to 21 Up to me, in that everyone seems suspended in time somehow.  Everyone is busy with the details of their lives—their children, their jobs, their social causes, their projects.  They’ve gotten their careers and families going (or haven’t), and they now seem to be simply going forward along the path they’ve set for themselves.

It’s like they made a big push in their very early twenties to set up their lives, and now at age 35 most of them are following through on that earlier momentum by doing the hard work of maintaining what they previously put in place.

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Watching the “Up” Documentary Series (Film #4, 28 Up)

This past weekend I watched the fourth film in the “Up” series, 28 Up.  Tonight I’m going to watch the fifth film, and I can see that I need to restructure the way I’m writing about each film.  Every week, as another seven years gets added onto the lives of the “Up” series subjects, my blogposts become more and more difficult to write.  So next week, I’ll try using headings to post VERY brief updates on each person and then use most of my space to talk about things in the film that struck me as important and interesting.  For now, though, I have to subject you to another long, rambling essay.  (Sorry! 🙂 )  If you’re even willing to wade through it (and, if so, thank you in advance!).

Just a heads-up in case you haven’t seen the film yet but decide to watch the DVD: about two-thirds of the way through 28 Up, the credits begin to roll and the closing music plays.  Several people seem to be left out of the movie.  If you wait out the closing credits, though, you’ll be rewarded by the opening credits starting up for the “Part 3” episode of 28 Up.  There is no similar dividing line earlier in the film.

So, in 28 Up the children are definitely all adults.  Most are married or about to be, some have children, and almost everyone is engaged in the adult world of  work, whether inside or outside the home.

Tony, the East End jockey-turned taxi driver, owns his own cab and appears to be successful financially.  He is married with two small children and another on the way.  He belongs to a country club/golf club, where apparently he is sometimes confronted by people asking if he is a member . . . because there is something about him (his cockney accent?) that leads them to think he is trespassing and doesn’t belong on the grounds.  Tony is also an actor, which he describes as a sideline.  He and his family travel abroad on vacations; he plans for his next destination to be America.

Bruce, the soldier’s son who lived at the scary boarding school at age seven, is now a teacher at Tony’s old school in London’s East End.  Bruce lives in a “council house” apartment, which appears to be a public housing project, within walking distance of the school.  The ethnic makeup of Tony’s school looks quite different from 1964; now the majority of students in the school (and neighborhood) appear to be immigrants from Africa and India/Pakistan/Bangladesh.  Bruce teaches math (or, “maths,” as the narrator says) to students in their early teens.  He says he had been working for an insurance company and hated that job.  The schools were so desperate for math teachers that he was put into a classroom after a very short period, with minimal training.  Bruce is not married and doesn’t seem to be in a relationship.

Nicholas, the Yorkshire farm boy who wanted to be a scientist, got his Ph.D. from Oxford and went to work for England’s Atomic Energy Research labs.  He was shocked to discover that the salary from his position as a professional scientist actually sent his standard of living downward from what he’d had as a student.  And he minded, which also surprised him because he’d never really paid that much attention to money.  When he learned about a faculty opening at the University of Wisconsin to teach and do research on nuclear fusion, he decided to take the job and emigrate to the United States.  Nick is married to a woman he met at Oxford when he was 17; she is also an academic.

Suzi (which I spelled “Suzy” in previous posts but saw her name written on the screen for the first time in 28 Up) was the wealthy girl who lived with her father on his 4,000 acre estate in 7 Plus Seven.  In 21 Up we learned that she had left school at 16, gone to Paris, attended secretarial school, and taken a job.  She took long trips abroad but didn’t seem to have interest in anything much.  She greatly preferred cities to the country (as in her father’s estate), and she couldn’t imagine herself ever living a rural life, as there was nothing to do.  She was cynical about marriage, felt she was far too young anyway at age 20, and expressed a disliking for babies.

Suzi has changed more than any of the other “Up” subjects in the seven years since the previous film.  Whereas she was chain-smoking and very tightly wound in 21 Up, Suzi doesn’t smoke at all (at least not onscreen) and seems genuinely happy, quite content in 28 Up.  In 28 Up, we also learn that Suzi married at age 22 and has two children.  She and her husband Rupert, a solicitor, live in a beautiful home in the pastoral countryside outside of Bath.

Of the three prep school boys, only Andrew returns for an interview in 28 Up.  Charles is apparently gone for good, at least as of 56 Up.  He is a television journalist now; we see a black-and-white photo of him sitting at his desk with his feet propped on a chair, talking on the phone.  John also has provided a photo, a color portrait of himself seated in a chair next to a table in a spacious, elegantly furnished room.  His office, perhaps.  John has become a barrister, just as he had planned.  The narrator tells us that John is satisfied with what he has already said in the Up films and feels he has nothing further to add.

Andrew is working as a solicitor at a London firm.  He married a very pleasant young woman who describes herself as a “Yorkshire lass,” instead of a “haughty deb” someone like him might have married in the normal course of events.  Andrew’s wife works and is frugal.  At one point she mentions that instead of buying lots of dresses, she might buy two; Andrew adds that she pays for them, too.  The couple live in London during the work week and spend weekends in Kent, where they are transforming a barn into a home.  Andrew’s interview is filmed on the farm, where we see him and his wife picking berries and working around the place.  The picture presented is of a comfortable, peaceful, happy life.  Andrew and his wife no doubt work hard, but they seem very happy, content, and grounded in their simple values and lifestyle.

Jackie, Lynn, and Susan—the three East End girls—are interviewed together in someone’s living room.  I’m guessing Lynn’s, because we later see some footage of Lynn and her husband and children working on gardening and motorcycle repair outside their new home in Kent.  Jackie is still married but has not had children.  Susan, the only unmarried one of the trio in 21 Up, is also married, with one child.

The two boys from the charity-run children’s home, Paul and Symon, are both married.  Symon has five children, and much of his interview is broadcast in voiceover form as we see him at the zoo with his wife and kids.  His segment didn’t make much of an impression on me this time.  He seems happy to be raising a houseful of children and providing them with a stable, happy childhood.  He is content in his job at the meat freezer; it gives him an adequate income but still allows him time to focus on his family.

Paul is still living in Australia, where he is still working as a bricklayer, having gone out on his own since 21 Up.  He married the woman who was his girlfriend in 21 Up, and they have two children.  Paul and his wife seem like a real team.  They traveled around remote northwestern Australia early on in their marriage, camping outside their van and coming to rely on each other in a way that makes them very self-reliant as a couple.

In fact, of all the married couples shown in 28 Up, Paul and his wife seem to have the best relationship.  Everything about them suggests a couple truly in love, from the way they physically relax into each other when sitting for their interview to the affectionate way they interact and talk about each other during their interview.  They laugh a lot, smile a lot, and really seem to enjoy being together.

This is in sharp contrast with the unease that is apparent between Peter and Nick and their wives.  What I see there is not so much an unease between the women and their husbands as it is an unease with their “roles” as wives.  Both of those women seem intelligent and accomplished, and that seems to be the root cause of their tense edginess.  Much of what they say in their interviews reveals their conflictedness about what it would take to balance their own professional identities with the demands of motherhood.  This unease comes out looking like anger toward their husbands.

When Peter’s wife is asked, for instance, what it was about him that she fell in love with, she laughs shortly and says, “Who said anything about love?”  When asked about whether she and Peter will have children, she says that such a decision should be left up to the woman because no matter how liberated a man is, it is the woman who will really be the one bearing the responsibility for childrearing.  When the interviewer, director Michael Apted asks if Peter is liberated, she gives an evasive attempt at a diplomatic response that lets us know in the end that, no, she doesn’t think so.

When Apted asks Nick’s wife about children in their interview, she says that she doesn’t want to be the one stuck at home while he lives an adult life.  She actually interrupts Nick to make her points, so strong are her emotions, and her tone becomes somewhat belligerent and argumentative.  The camera is on Nick’s face during part of the time she is talking, and you can see him swallowing at one point and a jaw muscle clenching at another, both involuntary physical reactions that, for me, amplify the discomfort in his carefully neutral facial expression.

I bring up Peter’s and Nick’s wives because I can empathize with their feelings of conflict and anger.  And I also can see that anger at ideas in isolation from context is not possible: both women seem to be turning their frustrations with society’s strictures toward the actual men who love them but who have unwittingly entrapped them in society’s box through the simple act of marrying them and thus transforming them into “wives” instead of the individuals they previously were.  It makes me sad for both the women and the men.

Finally (and maybe illogically, since I’ve already talked about Peter’s wife 🙂 ) we come to Peter and Neil, the two boys from a Liverpool suburb in Seven Up.  In 21 Up Peter was in his last year of college, living in a flat with several other students and unsure of what job awaited him following graduation.  He hoped to find a job that could make him happy, but he wasn’t expecting to.  And he didn’t.

In 28 Up Peter is a teacher, married, and living in a “terraced” house (i.e., a brick row house with a tiny backyard separated from the other tiny backyards by high brick walls) that he’d recently purchased in Liverpool.  When the interviewer (director Michael Apted) asks Peter what the high points of his life have been, Peter cites the time somebody scored a goal in the 1977 European Cup (I think that’s what it was; I know nothing about soccer, which I assume he is talking about) and also cites some of the enthusiastic responses his band has gotten while playing in clubs around Liverpool.

Does Peter get the same emotional charge from his teaching job, the interviewer asks.  No.  Peter doesn’t like his job particularly, saying that teachers are undervalued and underrated.  Apparently schools and teachers are not getting the support they should from the state, because Peter also makes a few critical remarks regarding the uncaring government (this being the early 1980s, Margaret Thatcher and the Conservatives are now in power).  Peter also admits he’s lazy.  He says his college education was a joke: he basically just showed up for occasional lectures and exams and got a degree.

Neil, the bright, happy seven-year-old who had dropped out of college and was squatting in an abandoned flat and picking up odd jobs on construction sites in 21 Up, is now receiving some form of government assistance and living (for the moment) in a trailer in a beautiful part of Scotland.  Neil and his parents reconnected after the somewhat hard comments he made about them and their upbringing of him in 21 Up.  He and his parents have learned to understand one another better, and possibly best of all, in Neil’s opinion, they have all learned when to say nothing.

Neil has apparently received “treatment,” the narrator tells us, so mental illness is implied.  Indeed, Neil does seem somewhat physically distressed.  Whereas he fidgeted and spoke in clipped, rapid phrases during his 21 Up interview, in his 28 Up interview he tends to rock forward and back.  His speaking is still measured, filled with pauses but not issued in short, angry-sounding bursts.  Nor does Neil seem as agitated in this film as he did seven years ago.  I do notice, though, that when Neil seems troubled by certain questions, his rocking to and fro becomes more pronounced.  He almost seems to be rocking as a way to calm himself, possibly to gather his reserves and gain the momentum necessary to respond.

I’m no psychologist or psychiatrist, so this is strictly armchair theorizing, but from the start in Seven Up something about Neil has seemed to fit the profile of a person “highly gifted” with intelligence.  According to a Huffington Post article by Marianne Kuzujanakis, director of Supporting Emotional Needs of the Gifted (SENG), giftedness is often misunderstood as mental illness:

Highly gifted children are a particular diagnostic challenge. They seem to be wired differently and have developmental trajectories that differ from the norm. Many gifted kids experience the world with heightened and vivid intensities and sensitivities that may be a big plus (allowing them to become creative artists, scientists, inventors, and humanitarians) but also can be a big minus (subjecting them to sometimes overwhelming emotions and worrisome and unacceptable behaviors).

Remember Neil’s remark in 21 Up that, upon viewing Seven Up and seeing the “evidence” of his bright happy self, he thinks that at age seven he lived in a”wonderful world” where everything was “sensation”?  Sounds a lot like that description above: “Many gifted kids exerience the world with heightened and vivid intensities and sensitivities.”  For Neil, the “big plus” apparently never happened, and he has unfortunately grown used to the “big minus” associated with the way he experiences the world.

For example, in 21 Up Neil says he can see that by the second film, 7 Plus Seven, he was already starting to put more thought into what he said, and my impression is that he means not in a good way.  In 28 Up Neil says that socializing is hard for him because he’s not one to go into a pub and make small talk.  If he’s going to talk with someone, he wants it to be about something that matters, like literature.  He realizes that other people don’t share his enthusiasms, which makes it hard for him to fit into “normal” society.  This is often the case with gifted individuals.

According to the Kuzujanakis article and other things I’ve read, high intelligence can ironically be inversely related to achievement in school.  Gifted individuals often enthusiastically pursue learning about things that interest them, but they lack motivation to “perform” learning tasks they aren’t interested in.

In describing his rude awakening upon arriving at university and discovering he wasn’t the “genius” he had been led to believe he was, Neil mentions his passion for learning about things that interest him in a way that strengthens my hunch that he might be gifted:

I don’t think I was so much “clever”; I just think I was quite enthusiastic, particularly when it came to O-levels.  I was enthusiastic about the subjects I was studying and therefore, with the help of good teaching, I was able to get good results.

How many O-levels, Apted wants to know.  Neils says he doesn’t want to boast; he had 10 O-levels and 4 A-levels.  How were his scores, asks Apted.  Very satisfactory, says Neil quickly, as if yes, his scores were good, but he wants to move on to another subject.

Would 10 O-levels and 4 A-levels have been impressive in the mid-1970s?  Was Neil justified in his stunned bitterness about being rejected for admission by Oxford?

That is something I still think about occasionally and think, “Yes, I think I could have done well.”  I don’t think I was half as clever as I was told I was.  I think unfortunately I grew up against a background of people of pretty average intelligence.  I don’t think I went to a school that was full of bright people. . . .  I think I went to university expecting to be something of a genius and found that this wasn’t the case at all.  And this is a good thing for me; I think it’s very good that I didn’t come to that opinion.

School appears to have been a poor fit for Neil, and he dismisses the value of formal education:

No formal education can prepare anybody for life.  Only life can prepare you for what comes.  And sooner or later you’re going to cross certain barriers, and I don’t think you ever cross those at school or at university.  You come across the problem of mixing with other people.  But the real problem of becoming a success in the world is one you have to tackle yourself.

One theme that emerges from Neil’s interview is his awareness of the world’s external expectations and his own intrinsic nature and personal goals . . . and his longstanding struggle to find balance within those conflicting reference points.

At age 14, Neil was very aware of externally set levels of achievement and competition with others trying to reach those externally set goals:

Being in Set One, it’s very, very hard to keep up with the leaders.  I never have the time to relax at all.

At age 21, he seems to recognize that he is not as in tune with the expectations of the external world as other people are, and he wonders why he has failed to achieve as they have:

I don’t know what sort of stumbling blocks should be put in a child’s way to get him used to living in the outside world.  I think maybe this was something that was wrong in my upbringing, that I didn’t have enough obstacles to get over.

By age 28, he realizes that trying to achieve external measures of achievement has been harmful to him, and he has opted out of that rat race.  At the same time he appears to recognize that meeting internal standards of achievement is important and not as harmful to himself as meeting the expectations of the outside world would be:

I still set myself high standards if I’m doing something I want to do.  But that’s important.  That’s not too bad, I think.

The article by Kuzujanakis doesn’t mention the existential angst experienced by gifted individuals, which, according to other things I’ve read, they experience far more frequently and intensely than people of normal intelligence.  Much of what Neil says to explain his vagrant circumstances seems to be directly linked to this:

I might be unemployed, but what my background has given me is a sense of just being part of a very impersonal society. . . .  The suburbs sort of force this kind of feeling on somebody.  The most you can hope to achieve is to have the right to climb into a suburban train five or ten times a week and just stagger back for the weekend.  The least is just unemployment.

What Neil finds so repugnant about suburban life is

The cheap satisfaction in so many things, the aimlessness.  But I think the total lack of God is at the bottom.  Nobody seems to know where they or anybody else is going, and nobody seems to worry.  You finish the week, you come home, you plug into the TV set for the weekend, then you manage to get back to work on Monday.  And it seems to me that this is a slow path to total brainwashing.  And if you have a brainwashed society, then you’re heading towards doom.  There’s no question about it.

He acknowledges that he’s not living in “some sort of nirvana” but says that if he were living in a “suburban bedsit” (renting a furnished room), “I’d be so miserable, I’d feel like cutting my throat.”

We see familiar clips of Neil at seven saying he’d like to be a coach driver and at age 14 expressing his desire to travel and stating that he still thinks that being a coach driver would be a good job.  In light of his early articulations of an aspiration to travel, it’s interesting that Neil is sort of living his dream by hitchhiking around England and Scotland.

When asked about what kind of work he might like to do in the future, Neil thinks perhaps he would enjoy giving lectures on subjects he’s read a lot about, or maybe work in the theater doing lighting or directing a show.

Apted asks, “Is all that lost to you?”

Neil replies, “It does seem to be.”  He thinks for a moment, then adds:

It seemed for a long time that getting a reliable job and a nice place to live would be the solution.  Well, I haven’t succeeded.  I can’t see any immediate future at all, but here I am.  I feel, especially sometimes when I’m on my own, that I’m losing touch with the way other people live.

Apted brings up Neil’s treatment for what Neil describes as “a nervous complaint” that he’s had since age 16.  Neil denies that he has received “treatment,” although he acknowledges that he’s had to see doctors sometimes.  He says he’s gotten lots of advice, but “the best treatment is kind words, and it usually comes from somebody who has nothing to do with the medical profession.”

Adding to the actual struggle of maintaining his mental health, Neil also is quite aware of how greatly the world disapproves of someone’s “nervous complaint” and recognizes the need to shield his internal emotional state from external scrutiny.

You can’t afford to go around looking depressed.  That, in itself, is bad enough.

Kzujanakis quotes two experts in her article on giftedness who say that because the mental health profession has failed to recognize the signs of giftedness in children and adults, many people are not getting the right help.

Dr. William H. Smith, former dean of the Karl Menninger School of Psychiatry and Mental Health Sciences, stated, “Giftedness can be confused with some psychiatric disorders, obscure other disorders, and it often needs to be included in treatment planning.”

Dr. Jack Wiggins, former president of the American Psychological Association, stated, “This is a widespread and serious problem — the wasting of lives from the misdiagnosis of gifted children and adults and the inappropriate treatment that often follows.”

Obviously my talk of giftedness in this post is just me speculating from a great distance in time and space.  I have yet to visit Neil in 35 Up, 42 Up, or 56 Up; and even though I saw 49 Up several years ago, I don’t remember much about it.  What a tragedy it would be, however, if it turned out that Neil’s IQ was off the charts and his potential was squandered because his emotional and intellectual gifts didn’t fit society’s normal, recognized markers of intelligence (i.e., grades, leadership, and other achievement within school).

I think I’ll wrap up this very long (again!) post with some of Neil’s thoughts about God and life.

I don’t think of God as a creature, but I think of something—time, destiny—which is regulating everybody’s affairs and which you cannot fight against and which you cannot order about. . . .  I prefer the Old Testament to the New Testament because in the Old Testament God is very unpredictable, and that’s . . . how I see him in my life.  Sometimes very benevolent.  Sometimes, seemingly, needlessly unkind.

When asked at age 21 how he hoped director Apted would find him seven years in the future, Neil said he hoped to be married, have children, and have a job that provided satisfaction and a salary that allowed him to live comfortably.

At age 28, Neil has none of those things, all of which are measures of achievement by the external world.  He seems to have reconciled himself to the fact that those measures don’t jibe with his true self.  “I’m happier now,” he says.  “I don’t have such dreadful yearnings.”

Apted asks Neil, doesn’t he ever think “what a waste” or that he’s “better than this”?

“No,” says Neil.  “I don’t think I’m better than anything or anybody.  I’m just somebody with my own particular difficulties, my own thicket of obstacles to surmount.  And everybody else is doing exactly the same thing.”

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Sand Under a Microscope

Beautiful and amazing! Looks like a little rock collection, which I guess it actually is 🙂

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Sun-Dappled Silver

Maple, that is.  As in the silver maple tree in our backyard.

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Something about the pattern of sunlight splotches and scaly bark caught my eye.  This old tree is a veteran, a real survivor.  The power company comes through every ten years to shear off half its branches, but the tree keeps sending out tenacious new growth in spite of them 🙂

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