SEEKING PLEASURE AND STABILITY?

As 2012 gets underway the weather here in St. Louis, as elsewhere across the country has been as volatile as the political seesaw we are on. Almost makes one wonder, what has gotten into all of us and when will we see some stability, human and weather-wise that gives us pleasure?

I found my answer recently as I sat in my car waiting for the red light to change. A bright yellow something darted in front of me. At first I thought it was a butterfly even though it was January. Then I realized it was a wild sparrow or a golden breasted waxbill that had escaped its cage. At the same time I noticed a young child happily skipping along as she held the hand of the woman next to her.

Both the skipping child and the tiny bird represented for me a pleasant oasis in the midst of the unsettling time in which we live, and the many simple pleasures we can find if we but look for them.

GRANDMA & "ONLY IN AMERICA!"

Whenever my grandmother would learn of something unusual, she would say, "Only in America!" Sometimes she said this in awe. Sometimes she said it in exasperation at something she felt was wrong headed.

I thought of my grandmother today on the day of Christmas Eve, on the fifth day of Hanukkah and on the day just before Kwanzaa begins. I was listening to NPR when I heard a report about "Cup Stacking." The sport was begun in the 90s. It has serious contenders who carry their cups in specially designed shoulder cages. There are local and national rules for regional and world competitions.

Right in the middle of holiday celebrations with lights, tinsel, ancient music and customs and the news of the world, all gave way to cup stacking. As I listened to the report, I thought of my grandmother and how in awe she would have been to learn about the serious business of cup stacking. I think she would have smiled and said, "Only in America!" as did I this morning!

PROBLEM SOLVING OR SCAPEGOATING?

As the political rhetoric heats up in Congress, many of its member are tossing about scapegoats in the name of problem solving.

They are telling us that immigrants, teachers, scientists, environmentalists, unionists, regulators and, of course, the "other guy's" political and religious beliefs are the cause of our problems.

Seems to me we need to decide who we really are and who we really want to be. We need to ask ourselves and those who represent us some hard questions about where we are headed. I don't think that relying on irrational hostility toward others can lead us to a sustainable future. It will only lead us to lose our once sure footing going over a cliff we are unable to climb.

Scapegoats offer enticing, easy solutions for our problems. It will take the hard work of all of us to assure plans for the future are consistent with our views of justice and equity least our Representatives take our country in a detour from where we ought to go.

SURPRISING SOLO PERFORMANCE

I am constantly encountering interesting people either on the elevator or in the laundry room in the apartment house where I live. Next to the laundry room is the Business Center where I write or read until my clothes are ready.

Today, as I was about to enter the Business Center, I stopped in my tracks. Through the glass door I saw a young woman, playing the violin. It was obvious she was practicing and I did not want to intrude on her space, but she gestured to come in. She explained that I might not enjoy her playing but I sat down and began to write anyway. She played beautifully and at times I found myself tearing up because of a delicate melody.

I learned that she had arrived from China six months ago to play with the St. Louis Symphony Orchestra. Her name is Xiaoxiao Qiang. I shall look for her at the next concert I attend and remember that she honored me with a solo performance on a day that would have otherwise been uneventful and mundane.

MINATURES & A WINDMILL IN BEVO

Sometime ago, I was perusing a list of Museums in our area. Each was dedicated to different interests, activities and collections. Almost unnoticed was a small listing for the Miniature Museum of St. Louis. Intrigued, I drove out with a friend to see it in a neighborhood called Bevo.

The museum has a wide assortment of miniature houses, churches, and buildings filled with people and animals. A Victorian house features, among its many rooms a woman taking a bath. In a shoot-em-up saloon, cowboys tote their guns and neglect a horse that has wandered through the swinging doors. One home, decorated for Christmas had a train about the size of a thimble actually running on its tracks. Displays enclosed in glass are donated by collectors and creators.

In contrast, across the street from the Museum was a giant Windmill that towered over houses, shopping centers and boarded up warehouses. I was told that the Windmill Restaurant was built as a midway point for guests on their way from St. Louis to the Anheinser Bush family farm in carriages drawn by Clydesdale horses, a way of life represented now by the Windmill and the Museum across the street.

MY GRANDCHILDREN & THE FUTURE

My grandchildren, Hoben (16) and Emma (17) took me on a tour of their school on Grandparents Day recently. Both are heads taller than me. Both are articulate, good looking, avid readers and accomplished in many ways.

Emma, who from an early age rode horses many times her size, now has her own horse which she rescued and cares for at a barn in Illinois. Her imagination lends itself well to writing and music and I was told excels at both. She plays guitar and piano and has a lovely voice like her mother and gets her musical ability from her father.

Hoben, now taller than his six foot father, has always had a curiosity about the way things are put together. His understanding of math and geography far exceeds my own. He plays drums, idolizes the Beatles and has his father's sense of humor. When he pitches for his baseball team, I am reminded of a choreographed dance.

Both children's illustrations and special projects were displayed in classrooms and hallways. When their science teachers spoke of their abilities I was hard pressed not to show my pride in them. When I left I was sure that both Hoben and Emma,like many of their peers are capable of shaping their country's future in a good way.

HOW A SEVEN YEAR OLD SEES THINGS

As I went for coffee this morning I passed a table filled with five children and an adult. I stopped to ask if they were all from the same family. Their mother told me they were sisters and brothers. She pointed out a set of twins, another young boy and girl and her oldest, a bored adolescent who seemed in need of attention.

I mentioned to the younger children I thought it was wonderful to have a big brother. One of the girls, about seven years old, piped up, "No its not!" I leaned down and whispered in her ear, wait until you are a little bigger. Without skipping a beat she answered, "Why? Because I will want his inheritance?"

It took my breath away and I wondered, how many more seven year old children see our world this way?