The man who wears gray neckties

Today while it’s still called Today, what can be done for the long run? This would be an excellent time to dig out some of my favorite book authors, all of whose work will chime these days even more than usual. Anne Frank knew something about self-isolating in cramped quarters and making beauty and humor and truth-telling out of ashes. Anne Morrow Lindbergh’s searing yet life-hugging journal entries written during and after her baby’s kidnapping will help me get through any hard time at all. But the one I return to most for comfort is a five-year-old orphan born into a wealthy family in France, suddenly living in poverty in a 1900s Oregon logging camp. Opal Whiteley, already overworked and vulnerable at her age, put colored pencil to scraps of paper and made masterpiece journal entries, such as about the noble workhorse she names Shakespeare, the tall tree whose lap she climbs into for comfort and names Michael Raphael, and her kind neighbor she sees tromping through the woods occasionally, whom she refers to only as “the man who wears gray neckties and is kind to mice.”
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