Reading for Kid (I)

 

11/07/2024 A belated post but a necessary memo for myself.

My second reading for the Read-for-kids event is an English poem by Thomas Nashe, Spring, the Sweet Spring. An unseasonal choice of a season-specific poem in a rainy time (July 2024). Given that the young audience is not entirely familiar with this foreign language, my approach is to make pleasant melody of sounds to appeal to their audio memory. This poem serves the function to me.

I first came across this poem when I was seventeen when an English tutor "sang" the refrain to me. Since then the melody of birds' sounds in Spring has stuck in my mind even though it took me another 10 years to recall and identify the poet again. It has been one of my favorite melody of words.

In preparation for the reading to allow the audience to visualize the sounds, I tried to identify the kinds of birds participating in the line "cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!". They are cuckoo, nightingale, lapwing, and owl. But it troubled me as to which kind of owl it is. I went through a pool of recordings of different owls. Then I struck it lucky, when an owl in a recording hooted, "to-witta ..... wooo". The mystery was solved. It is a Tawny Owl.

Then the kids sang the line with me.

--------------

Participating in the activity is fun, and it is a way to keep me feeling more alive in a stagnant muddle of oppressive feelings.

Reading While Housekeeping: April-May/2024

 Tolstoy, Leo. What Men Live By? Ronald Wilks, trans. How Much Land Does A Man Need? Penguin Books, 2015, 23-53. 

Reading to Heal A Traumatic Experience

 

A Terrible Thing Happened

By Margaret Holmes 

Illustrated by Cary Pillo

Y's friend in the kindergarten was injured in the forehead about more than 1 month ago. She recovered from the physical hurt but seems to have connected the horror of the injury to the ambulance that carried her to the hospital. She has been refusing to leave her mother fearing of the separation just like when she was taken to the hospital to get treatment. 

The mother and I had a brief chat about this last week. I feel very sorry to see the mother drained of energy because of worries. I have been wanting to help. At first, I thought picture books featuring ambulances might help but was unsure if the child would simply be scared by the images of an ambulance. Then I started to think about the situation in relation to PTSD. After a search, there are books about how to help children suffering from psychological wounds. 

A Terrible Thing Happened by Margaret Holmes is a book recommended to children during the time of COVID pandemic in the USA. It is more like a book to help children to start getting psychological therapy. The story itself charts the ways in which the raccoon protagonist reacts to the horrible experience he has seen, unusual and unconscious behaviors and emotions unknown even to himself. With the guidance of a therapist, he gradually sorts out what has been going on in himself since the terrible happening. 

T was also injured in the forehead before he turned one. He does not have any solid memory about the accident, while I, a mother, was more traumatized by the experience of witnessing one's own child bleeding and of being unable to find a place to treat the child because of my low Japanese fluency at the time. I have been wanting to turn that experience into a picture book, too. Maybe it is a time to begin the project of a picture book about wounds. 

Reading While Housekeeping: February - March/2024

 Literature

Italo Calvino, "The Dinosaurs" 

P.D. James, The Children of Men

Tolstoy, Leo. How Much Land Does a Man Need? Ronald Wilks, trans. Penguin Classics, No. 57. Penguin, 2015. 

Picture Books

Klassen, Jon. The Skull: A Tyrolean Folktale. Candlewick Press, 2023. 

Academic Articles

Potten, Edward. "The Library and Commonplace Books of Mary Booth of Dunham Massey (1704-1772). The Library, 7th series, vol. 23, no. 4 (December, 2022). 

Siegel, Kristi. "Italo Calvino's Cosmicomics: Qfwfg's Postmodern Autobiography". Italica, Spring, 1991, Vol. 68, No. 1. Perspectives on the Novecento (Spring, 1991), pp. 43-59. 

Home Pharmacy

 

Spring in Japan is the most dreadful season to me. I have been suffering from serious hay fever since I started living in the country. If the symptoms are combined with a cold, a situation that usually occurs, it simply turns into an unescapable hell in my case. Whenever I have a cold, I will develop a persistent cough that might last as long as 3 weeks. A cold induced by hay fever, as pollen is also full of germs, makes me sick of life, especially the spring break is usually the longest vacation I can have in a year when kids still go to school and kindergarten regularly and I can finally work on research. However, coughs just prevent everything from happening. 

What is worse this year is that, there has been an unbelievable shortage of cough medicine across Tokyo since last year due to the spread of COVID and influenza. Last November, I visited three pharmacies to finally get some cough pills, but it was still a substitute medicine and was only half of the amount that was prescribed. The pharmacy said that it could only give me half of the amount because they need to secure their stock for other patients, too. Last week, I went to get prescribed cough medicine, too, but there wasn't any. In the second pharmacy that I visited, the pharmacist contacted the doctor to change the prescription, but I did not know exactly what it was. A week's portion is never enough to help me recover, but something is better than nothing perhaps. I have been coughing to the extent that my collar bones ache, and the muscle on my belly starts to develop. It is also a season when there are many school and kindergarten events in which I need to appear. My coughs pain me and scare others at the same time. 

Therefore, after the prescription was all taken, I decided to begin a home pharmacy by concocting my own herbal medicine. Some childhood memory about the names of some herbal medicine for cough remain clear, and I collected whatever I could get, processed them into power, and swallowed my own concoction. They are helping, I feel. Perhaps it is just psychological effect, but I have nothing but trusting myself as an amateurish apothecary. 

I remember one of my wishes these years is to study the science of herbal medicine to prepare for my second career. There is probably a light shed on the career path.