What is this “magic” number? No magic about it. It’s just the number of individuals named on my family tree. I’m still counting but a nice round number is a milestone. like 90 is a nice round number and an occasion to present a celebratory birthday cake to Queen Elizabeth.
My Life in France – revisited January 29, 2010
Occasionally I blog about longevity and yet again I am returning to this topic. I recently read the book My Life in France by Julia Child, with and Alex Prud’homme. I thought it was a wonderful book and it brought back so many memories of my sisters’ trip to Europe in 1950 and my trips in 1959 and 1962. A few nights ago we viewed the film/dvd Julie and Julia which was based on the 2 books, one by Julie Powell and the other book mentioned above. Both books were excellent and the film based on the 2 books and starring Meryl Streep and others was extremely well done. James and Susan and I not only enjoyed the film, but maybe even more, the documentary afterward of the comments and testimonies of various family members and friends who knew Julia and Paul through the years.
Julia Child passed away just short of her 92nd birthday. For me, I am ready to draw the line for longevity as anyone living into their 90’s and still being active. From what I could gather from the film, Julia was certainly active well into her late 80’s and even into her 90’s. What a wonderful woman.
From My Life in France (and the New York Times Sunday Review)
Anyone for Cooking? December 17, 2009
I have just finished reading this book. Lots of interesting recipes and amusing descriptions of Julie’s experiences in trying to achieve her goal of trying to cook all 524 of them within 365 days, one year. The recipes are contained in Julia Child’s classic Mastering the Art of French Cooking. There are also interesting snippets about Julia Child herself.
Although I’m not really interested in cooking – I’d rather be weaving or knitting! – I did enjoy the book, despite the author’s penchant for using certain words which people of my generation find offensive. And while Julia was a most forthright person, I doubt that she used such language either, a generation earlier. I note in looking up Julia’s biography that she was born in 1912, the same year as my mother. My mother passed away almost 10 years ago, Julia herself died in 2004. That generation is slowly passing but I still have an aunt and several dear friends of that vintage. I treasure them.
I have yet to see the film of the book nor have I ever watched any of Julia’s TV programmes or delved into her books. Maybe I’ll have a look.
One of the other interesting things about Julie Powell’s book Julie & Julia is that it was originally a blog – as she conducted her experiment or project in trying to cook all those recipes she wrote a blog about it. And look where that took her. I somehow doubt that my blog could similarly reach such dizzying heights about knitting.