Learning From History

This past week I heard the words to an old Christmas carol that rang suddenly more true to me this year than any other I could remember.  It is the poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, set to music, called "I Heard The Bells on Christmas Day".

I know that the message has been true for all the years since it's inception, but this year it touched me more than I have felt before.  Do you remember the lyrics?

I heard the bells on Christmas day
Their old familiar carols play
And mild and sweet their songs repeat
Of peace on earth, good will to men.

And in despair I bowed my head
There is no peace on earth I said
For hate is strong and mocks the song
Of peace on earth, good will to men.

Then rang the bells more loud and deep
God is not dead, nor does He sleep
The wrong shall fail, the right prevail
With peace on earth, good will to men.

Then ringing singing on its way
The world revolved from night to day
A voice, a chime, a chant sublime
Of peace on earth, good will to men.

Thinking of the message this carol hymn sends, I looked up the story behind it.  I thought you might like to hear that peace and good will and hope were evident even from a wicked and distraught world when it was written--just as it does now.  I found this online, by Tom Stewart, taken from The Story Behind
"I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day" and published on December 20, 2001.  I did remove the scripture quoted in the priginal article, but only to save the space.  

 

One of America's best known poets, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882), contributed to the wealth of carols sung each Christmas season, when he composed the words to "I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day" on December 25th 1864.  

The carol was originally a poem, "Christmas Bells," containing seven stanzas. Two stanzas were omitted, which contained references to the American Civil War, thus giving us the carol in its present form. The poem gave birth to the carol, "I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day," and the remaining five stanzas were slightly rearranged in 1872 by John Baptiste Calkin (1827-1905), who also gave us the memorable tune. When Longfellow penned the words to his poem, America was still months away from Lee's surrender to Grant at Appomattox Court House on April 9th 1865; and, his poem reflected the prior years of the war's despair, while ending with a confident hope of triumphant peace.

As with any composition that touches the heart of the hearer, "I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day" flowed from the experience of Longfellow-- involving the tragic death of his wife Fanny and the crippling injury of his son Charles from war wounds.  Henry married Frances Appleton on July 13th 1843, and they settled down in the historic Craigie House overlooking the Charles River in Cambridge, Massachusetts. They were blessed with the birth of their first child, Charles, on June 9th 1844, and eventually, the Longfellow household numbered five children-- Charles, Ernest, Alice, Edith, and Allegra. Alice, the Longfellows' third child and first daughter, was delivered, while her mother was under the anesthetic influence of ether-- the first in North America.

Tragedy struck both the nation and the Longfellow family in 1861. Confederate Gen. Pierre G. T. Beauregard fired the opening salvos of the American Civil War on April 12th, and Fanny Longfellow was fatally burned in an accident in the library of Craigie House on July 10th. The day before the accident, Fanny Longfellow recorded in her journal: "We are all sighing for the good sea breeze instead of this stifling land one filled with dust. Poor Allegra is very droopy with heat, and Edie has to get her hair in a net to free her neck from the weight."  After trimming some of seven year old Edith's beautiful curls, Fanny decided to preserve the clippings in sealing wax. Melting a bar of sealing wax with a candle, a few drops fell unnoticed upon her dress. The longed for sea breeze gusted through the window, igniting the light material of Fanny's dress-- immediately wrapping her in flames. In her attempt to protect Edith and Allegra, she ran to Henry's study in the next room, where Henry frantically attempted to extinguish the flames with a nearby, but undersized throw rug. Failing to stop the fire with the rug, he tried to smother the flames by throwing his arms around Frances-- severely burning his face, arms, and hands. Fanny Longfellow died the next morning. Too ill from his burns and grief, Henry did not attend her funeral. (Incidentally, the trademark full beard of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow arose from his inability to shave after this tragedy.)

The first Christmas after Fanny's death, Longfellow wrote, "How inexpressibly sad are all holidays." A year after the incident, he wrote, "I can make no record of these days. Better leave them wrapped in silence. Perhaps someday God will give me peace." Longfellow's journal entry for December 25th 1862 reads: "'A merry Christmas' say the children, but that is no more for me."  

Almost a year later, Longfellow received word that his oldest son Charles, a lieutenant in the Army of the Potomac, had been severely wounded with a bullet passing under his shoulder blades and taking off one of the spinal processes. The Christmas of 1863 was silent in Longfellow's journal.  

Finally, on Christmas Day of 1864, he wrote the words of the poem, "Christmas Bells." The reelection of Abraham Lincoln or the possible end of the terrible war may have been the occasion for the poem. Lt. Charles Longfellow did not die that Christmas, but lived. So, contrary to popular belief, the occasion of writing that much loved Christmas carol was not due to Charles' death.

Longfellow's Christmas bells loudly proclaimed, "God is not dead."  Even more, the bells announced, "Nor doth He sleep."  God's Truth, Power, and Justice are affirmed, when Longfellow wrote: "The wrong shall fail, the right prevail."  The message that the Living God is a God of Peace is proclaimed in the close of the carol: "Of peace on Earth, good will to men."

Old Friends Are The Best

This week our good friends from Portland were in town to visit family for the holidays.  Genius Golfer and Jordan have been friends since high school, back in the day, and since Jordan married Jen, we have counted her among our oldest and dearest friends too. 

It was so good to see them, to catch up and to reminisce a bit.  Jen missed out on much of our single-life shenanigans, but she is a good sport and doesn't seem to mind when the three of us stroll down memory lane together.

This time of year we seem to have more than the usual share of old friend get-togethers.  The first Saturday of each December we meet up with a group from my last singles' ward--who have since married and have a Christmas party at Bill and Lori's place.  This was the 21st year of doing that.  I don't think GG and I  have missed once.  Those are good friends.  We have withstood divorces, deaths of spouses, infertility issues, and health scares together.   When we first started meeting for Christmas, the first married couple were newlyweds, and those of us who were a little slower, were playing catch up.  The conversations topics generally covered finishing school, finding an apartment, getting to know you in-laws, and curiosity about marriage that, as good friends, we could ask.  The years rolled on and soon we were talking about maternity insurance, colic remedies, family planning, and career planning.  Later, we've had to cover life insurance, custody and attorney fees as well as discipline for teenagers, kids learning to drive, college planning and even (gasp) retirement planning. 

This is a tight knit little group of dear friends.  Twenty plus years together can make that happen, even when we only see each other in person a couple of times a year.

Luckily, the other regular time we see this group is on New Year's Eve for an early-bird dinner and more catching up and well wishing and "let's do this more often". 

GG and I are certainly blessed to have such good, steady, in-for-the-long-haul friends.  Plus it is nice to hear other people validate the memories I have of the dumb stuff we used to do.

♫ A Heart Full of Love ♫

The Girl and I got a sneak peek at the new film version of the brilliant Broadway musical Les Miserables.  It opened everywhere on Chirstmas day but we were lucky enough to see it on the 19th, thanks to Miss Melanie, a terrific PTA friend with superb connections.

It was marvelous.  I loved the musical stage version.  I have seen it twice by a professional touring Broadway company, and once by an outstanding high school cast locally.  I weep every time.  It is a beautiful story of repentance, forgiveness, redemption and love.  It is one of my favorite books, so the story has been familiar for a long time.  The music has been a favorite since the musical came out in the late 80s.  But putting it all together and in front of an unfurling 19th century Paris is a visual and auditory feast.

I had looked forward to seeing this preview showing almost as much as kids look forward to Christmas morning.  It did not disappoint.   I went through four tissues and two napkins.  Yep.  It was powerful.

Performance-wise, this was stunning.  Hugh Jackman plays Jean Valjean with gut wrenching emotion.  His face reads the emotion as you hear it through his voice.  Russell Crowe is the Police Inspector Javert and I didn't realize he could sing.  His take on the character was different from the previous versions I've heard, but it was emotionally true and gave him a deeper resonance.  Anne Hathaway played a beautiful and tortured Fantine with grit and focus.  Wow.  She really went there for that character's truth.  Stunning, and a little bit uncomfortable--as her character felt life slap her in the face over and over again.  Eddie Redmanye, who looked familiar--but have since realized he has been in several of the Masterpiece TV series over the years, just not the Jane Austen ones--played Marius in such a way that I finally "get" why Cosette falls for him.  In the other shows he always seems very shallow and wishy-washy, but this portrayal was strong and youthful and determined.  The Thenadiers are the general show-stealing pair because they get to be played so over the top, but Sasha Baron Cohen and Helena Bohnam-Carter were more subtly comedic--if those characters can be played that way.

The production let the actors sing the songs live--rather than prerecorded in a studio and then lip-synced on film.  What a difference that made!  Wow! There was an element of in-your-face raw emotion that you can't get any other way.  And you could feel the difference as they performed those beautiful songs.

I was thrilled to get to see this, and have already asked Genius Golfer to put the Blue Ray version of this on my Valentine's wishlist.  It is an inspiring story that echoes the understanding I already have of the atonement and redemption.  I can't recommend this enough.  But take some tissues with you.

He IS the Greatest Gift, Still

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