Heidi
Posted: May 13, 2011 Filed under: Book of Sand Leave a comment{ 1880 }
As a little girl I always pictured Heidi sitting in the sun on a mountaintop, with her hair in braids crossed over her head. I must have gotten the idea from a book cover I saw somewhere, and it got mixed up with the opening scene from The Sound of Music. But I’d never read the book or seen the Shirley Temple film until recently.
You don’t mind spoilers, do you? Chances are you already know the story of Heidi, and even if you don’t, there isn’t much to give away. Heidi is a sweet little girl whose parents died when she was young, and her aunt has been raising her. The aunt gets tired of it and takes Heidi to live with (Heidi’s) grandfather on a mountaintop in the Swiss Alps. Of course, the grandfather is crotchety and surly, but he takes an instant liking to Heidi. They live happily until the aunt comes back and snatches Heidi, because the aunt promised to bring a little mountain girl for a rich invalid girl to play with in Frankfurt. Heidi is quite miserable in her new surroundings, and they won’t allow her to go back home to her grandfather – until she becomes ill from severe homesickness. Then everything is wonderful on the mountain again, and when the invalid girl (Clara) comes to visit, she slowly regains strength and health and is able to walk again. Joy! The end!
If it sounds like a simple and sweet story, it is. Honestly, it was a much-needed refreshment after my attempt at reading The Pillars of the Earth. I felt like the sunny, healthy mountain air was doing me a lot of good, and the book was just as clear. It didn’t have a lot of conflict; the straightforward nature of the story was somehow charming.
Once I finished, I wanted to watch the 1937 film adaptation starring Shirley Temple. For some reason, I expected the plot to be virtually the same. It followed pretty closely until Heidi was taken to Frankfurt in the winter, and then I guess the filmmakers felt like more conflict was needed. Heidi helps Clara learn to walk, and Clara promises that if Heidi is still homesick at Christmas, she can go home. Unfortunately, Clara’s father has heard terrible stories about Heidi’s grandfather, and what’s more, he is unwilling to give up Heidi when she’s been so good for Clara.
Meanwhile, Heidi’s grandfather has set out to rescue Heidi; he walks in his rustic mountain-man clothes, with his crazy mountain-man hair, all 100 miles to Frankfurt. Once there, he frantically grabs little children to see which one is Heidi, and then he’s swarmed by kids who think he’s Santa Claus. When he starts barging into houses, he’s arrested and thrown into jail, because the police think he’s just another drunk.
Back at Clara’s house, the evil governess gets fired for being a jerk to Heidi (she was a jerk all the time, but Clara’s dad didn’t know that). Oh yeah, when Heidi first came, the aunt told the governess she could sell Heidi to the gypsies for all she cared, since she (the aunt) would have nothing else to do with her (Heidi). Ok, back to Christmastime. After being fired, the governess wakes Heidi up in the middle of the night, saying she’ll finally get to go back to her grandfather. But, DUN DUN DUN, the governess takes Heidi to the gypsies! Heidi runs away screaming, and of course her grandfather, who has escaped from jail by now, rescues her. And steals a sleigh to get away because the governess is shouting that he stole her child.
The grandfather and Heidi are stopped by the police; he’s thrown back in jail, and the governess tries to take Heidi away again, but Heidi pleads with the police to listen to her. She throws out the name of Clara’s dad (a well-known figure in the community), and the governess presumably gives up. We just have to guess at what happens, because the next scene is Heidi, her grandfather, and Clara on the mountaintop in springtime. The end.
I’ll be honest, the movie was nowhere near as good as the book. Maybe part of it is that I don’t particularly care for Shirley Temple, but also, the sweet, simple plot of the book didn’t need all that extra drama. At least, that’s my opinion.
And isn’t that why you read my blog?
P.S. I’m really in love with the cover art by Maud and Miska Petersham, and I even found a used copy on Amazon for $6. Another great gift, if you need more ideas!
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Posted: May 12, 2011 Filed under: Dangerous Book for Boys, Little Women 2 CommentsDisclaimer: this post talks about pregnancy and stuff. It could be awkward. I might even use the word “ovaries” – I haven’t quite decided yet. If that’s weird for you, just come back another day.
When a couple announces they’re expecting a baby, it’s considered bad form to ask if this was a planned pregnancy. But I always wonder. Don’t you? Sometimes they’ll say something, like “We’d been hoping for a baby” or “This came as a bit of a surprise” or even “This was not supposed to happen.” If they don’t bring it up at all, I have to deal with my curiosity, particularly if the couple already has a kid (or several) and the new baby will be pretty close in age to the other kids.
Aaaaaand I just realized this may make it sound like I’m leading up to my own announcement. NO. ABSOLUTELY NOT. I was going to talk about the Bwun and jr being close together, ok?
Here’s what happened. One day, when the Bwun was about 8 months old, the Romgi and I were talking as we drove up to Salt Lake, and he told me that he really loves my name. So much that he’d like to have a daughter and name her after me. I don’t think I’ve ever felt more flattered in my life. (You guys are welcome to try topping that, though. I like being flattered.) Of course, I said we’d have to call her something else to avoid confusion. The Romgi jokingly (?) suggested calling her Junior. Well, we did agree on a name like “Junior,” since you can’t really go around calling your daughter Junior. Seriously.
Anyway, I hadn’t even thought about having another kid yet (remember, the Bwun was only 8 months old!), but the idea of having a daughter was suddenly very appealing, especially since the Romgi said something to the effect of “I’m fine with having another baby whenever.” Like I said, a baby girl sounded so exciting. I think I tried to outwardly resist the idea of having another baby because I was afraid people would wonder about my sanity. (And you do, don’t you?) So I wanted to make it seem like it was all the Romgi’s idea. In all fairness to him, he expected another long(ish) wait between me wanting a baby and actually being pregnant. In such a timeline, I’d be due sometime this summer. And in all fairness to me, I never actually bothered to do simple addition and figure out that a new baby and the Bwun could be as close together as 18 months.
Even if I had thought about it, though, 18 months would have seemed so grown up. The Bwun wasn’t even walking at the time, and I knew he would change a lot in the coming months. As it turned out, the Bwun was 14 months old when I found out I was pregnant, and he would have been 21 months old when jr was born, except she had an early arrival.
So. 20 months apart. What has it been like? Not nearly as bad as I expected. I was right about everyone thinking I was crazy for having kids so close together, and a lot of people told me it would be impossibly difficult. At 20 months old, the Bwun was speaking in two-word sentences like “Beebee Joo” and later “June poop.” When he hit two years, he used 4-5 words together and could count to 10. And now he talks almost nonstop.
Yes, he’s come a long way developmentally in the past six months – I can see how, in some ways, spacing our kids farther apart might have been easier. But this has worked out pretty well for us. I started school again right around the time jr began sleeping through the night, and I think if we had planned on having her closer to when the Bwun turned 2, I wouldn’t have been willing to do classes on campus. Both my kids are good-natured, mellow, and mind-blowingly charming, so having them close together has been comparatively easy. I definitely won’t be having another baby for several years, if ever (and you can just go ahead and assume that if I make any sort of announcement sooner than that, it’s one of those “This was not supposed to happen” times), but I love things the way they are.
P.S. I wrote this post in my head at 4am when I couldn’t sleep. It sounded pretty awesome then – which means I can’t vouch for how it actually turns out. Also, I wasn’t ever going to say “ovaries,” but it seemed like a fun introduction. Again, I came up with this in the middle of the night…








