Wednesday, December 17, 2025

Book Review: You and I and Yesterday

This review appeared here many years ago, when I had a physical copy of the book for sale. It sold. These short essays go all through the year; some of them fit into the Christmas theme. 

Title: You and I and Yesterday

Author: Marjorie Holmes

Publisher: William Morrow & Company

Date: 1973

Length: 191 pages

Amazon ASIN tracking number: B002K4YKZK

Illustrations: line drawings, presumably by the author

Quote: "[T]he Good Old Days. Were they all that good? No, frankly not...The pain and humiliation of that desperate time left scars. But the Depression stiffened our backs and toughened our moral muscles. Nobody brainwashed us into thinking that the government owed us a living."

Marjorie Holmes was a gracious, gentle, witty Washington hostess. When she died in 2004, she was 91 years old. Women of her age and type did not beat people over the head with their religious and political views. Holmes was both Christian and conservative--and that's "conservative" in terms of my grandparents' generation--but, although this book describes the background of a Christian conservative growing up in the early twentieth century, it's almost pure reminiscence. Vivid sensory images. Adults' chores, children's games, the food people ate, the cars they drove, the movies they watched. You and I and Yesterday is a work of cultural history that was targeted toward a Christian conservative market...but if you're not Christian or conservative, you can still enjoy reading it.

Holmes' classes and conversation were liberal, in that sense, too. It used to be expected of Washingtonians.

What readers learn about in this book are kites, Maypoles, roller skates, gardening, parades, street games, canning vegetables, making fudge, silent movies, street peddlers, playgrounds, hanging out laundry on the line, haymaking, aprons, mail-order catalogues, singing as evening entertainment, antique cars, circuses, Chautauquas, Christmas trees, and a few brief glances at the personalities of Holmes' parents.

You and I and Yesterday can be shared with children. In fact it begs to be shared with children. The vocabulary should be an enjoyable challenge to middle school readers, and the reminiscences of things children did in the 1920s and 1930s should inspire many hours of frugal fun.

Something I Wish I Were Better at Doing

This week's Long & Short Reviews prompt asks reviewers what we wish we were better at doing.

I wish I were a better writer. I wish I'd written a brilliant nonfiction book in time for my mother to go to the beach with friends in Florida and wail happily about her daughter's book being too heavy, in every sense of the word, for beach reading.

Ten books I wish I'd been given the ability to write anything like:

Scott Adams, The Dilbert Principle

Wendell Berry, What Are People For

Kathleen Desmaisons, Potatoes Not Prozac 

Suzette Haden Elgin, The Last Word: On the Gentle Art of Verbal Self-Defense

Richard Foster, Celebration of Discipline

Laura Ingraham, The Hillary Trap 

C.S. Lewis, The Screwtape Letters

Angela Nissel, The Broke Diaries

Kathleen Norris, Amazing Grace

Dorothy Sayers, The Mind of the Maker

Tuesday, December 16, 2025

Web Log for 12.14-16.25

Following a particularly cataclysmic round of those Microsoft updates that the computer was supposed to stop getting in October...much online time spent restarting the computer five or six times, and it's still not working right. Linux should arrive before or shortly after Christmas.

Christmas

Politicized Nativity scenes? C.A. Skeet tells it like it is.


Plagiarized Information 

"Artificial intelligence"? There's no such thing. There is ordinary information, and then there's Plagiarized Information. PI. I think using the more accurate term will help.

Book Review: Twelve Days of Courting Miss Thomas

Title: Twelve Days of Courting Miss Thomas

Author: Dani Renee

Quote: "[H]ad I been him, I would have won your favor...Give me twelve days of courting and you'll find out."

The "Twelve Days of" title is all this book has to do with Christmas. There are a few casual references to Christianity, beyond the story's taking place in the town of Saint Louis. The twelve days of courting, and the months after that during which Miss Thomas struggles to persuade her parents to let her marry a mere blacksmith when she's turned down a jeweler, take place in autumn. 

This is a sweet historical romance set in the Victorian era. The expression of love that was supposed to take place before the wedding was the kiss, and Miss Thomas, a good Victorian girl although she's been allowed more freedom than many real ones had, worries whether Robert's kiss is going to be as unpleasant as a previous suitor's was. (Duh. This is a romance.) 

If you like the steam trains and stagecoaches, floor-sweeping skirts and formal manners, Real Men's Work and real dangers, of "Western" stories but could do without the brawls and shoot-outs and saloons, this short book is for you. 

I was somewhat surprised to find Miss Thomas serving stew in the poorhouse. Rich people did take food to the poorhouse, sometimes surplus garden produce, sometimes soups and stews prepared just for the purpose, sometimes day-old (or moldy) bread, sometimes leftovers from a dinner party scraped off main dish and salad and dessert plates all into one bucket...but most poorhouses were organized as "workhouses" where the residents cultivated their own garden and prepared and served their own meals. A professional editor would query and research this detail of the story. In a self-published book I'll accept it as a reminder that, although characters like these should have existed in the real world and probably did, the story is fiction.

Petfinder Post: Happy Holidays

One day into Hanukkah and nine days before Christmas, this web site considers the practice of giving animals as holiday or birthday presents.

The right animal for the person is the perfect gift that will keep on giving joy for years. Maybe even longer than the ten years cats and most dogs can reasonably be expected to live; some cats and dogs linger in this world for closer to twenty years. 

Unfortunately, too many people go to a shelter, see an animal that they would like to keep if their present pets or their landlords or their medical conditions would allow it, and decide that the animal will make a perfect gift for someone on their list. "Wouldn't you like a puppy of your very own, dear?" they ask a grandchild. "Yes, please!" says the six-year-old who's watched a movie or heard a story about someone else's once-in-a-lifetime pet. So the puppy the grandparent wants is delivered to the child's home, where the parents don't really want it. Neither the parents nor the child know how to rear and train a puppy. The child and the puppy fail to bond. Before the end of January the poor little pup is in a shelter again. 

Then there's the animal-gift-as-child-substitute typically delivered to a young lady by a suitor, though the gender roles can be reversed. When it works, it's beautiful. If anything goes wrong with the animal, the couple are likely to break up.

If you know someone who you think would be a happier and nicer human for having the experience of learning to communicate with a different species--as we all do--please, for the animal's sake, get the human's consent first and build an understanding that you'll help the person figure out how to live with the animal. You can't assume that everyone who dog-sits for friends' well-trained, well-kept adult dogs will be able to cope with a puppy. Kittens are vastly easier to train since they instinctively like to keep their homes clean and nobody expects them to walk at heel or guard property, but humans do not instinctively know how to live with kittens, either. Nor with chickens. Nor with parakeets.

Six-year-olds can learn to make feeding and watering animals part of their daily routine. They can do some cleaning and grooming, and, even if an adult needs to hold on to both dog and child, they can walk with a dog. With the right approach they can observe what an adult, or a professional, needs to do for their animal friends and be psychologically prepared to learn to do that themselves when they're older. 

Small children benefit from having "jobs" and responsibilities, as do the more intelligent kind of dogs--and even social cats! In theory, some adults used to imagine, children would like lying back and being pampered. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to do! Just enjoy being a child!" Of course, the nature of a child is to GROW UP. Children actually enjoy being children when they have ways to use their increasing size, strength, knowledge, and attention spans. They love having responsibilities. The children I've known well, like the child I remember being, made up jobs and responsibilities of their own if adults didn't give them any. Most animals reward humans' attention, so an animal (of suitable size) is often an excellent way for a child to show responsibility. 

"Oh, but what if a social opportunity comes along and the child has to miss out...I mean I'd hate to lose the Harbin account because my child turned down an invitation to hang out with the Harbin child!" Grow up, parent. One of the big problems facing humans as a species today is that people haven't learned to stick to a plan and make arrangements to deal with any exciting distractions that come along. As a result too many young men and women don't respect each other and, if they manage to overcome mutual distrust and ill will long enough to flop into bed, don't know what to do with their babies. They think "dating" means indulging their feelings, rather than proving that they're responsible and reliable enough to deserve consideration as mates...urgh ick. Animals don't seem to mind if "their" humans arrange to let someone else feed, walk, and groom them now and then. Children who learn that, before accepting invitations, they need to arrange for someone else to walk their dogs or feed their goldfish, have a better chance of remembering that, before making a science project of finding out how much alcohol they can survive drinking, they need to designate a driver. It probably is best to expect that children will never like their parents' friends' children, but the child who is responsible for a pet has a valid excuse that will make a good impression and thus might have a chance of making friends with the Harbins' spoilt brat, if anyone ever can.

But adults need to commit to helping a small child be a good pet owner. My parents' idea that we should learn to become pet owners by claiming pet chickens in a family flock was a good idea. 

Often children think they want a particular kind of pet based on a story, and have not thought through the aspects of living with that kind of animal that aren't the focal point of the story. Spending more time with an animal of the kind a child fancies can help children make more informed decisions about whether they want to commit to owning one. Animal rescue organizations can help--always assuming that shelter staff are the right sort of people. Letting children visit, socialize, and clean cages can help children decide whether they really want to keep an animal. "Fostering" can get children over the hurdle of "You must take care of your animal or it will go back to the shelter." 

Not all shelter animals are good pets for children. Some animals are in shelters precisely because they failed to bond with other children in the past. Some animals' herd instincts make them want to bond with the alpha human; some are just stressed out by children's behavior--and apt to try to defend themselves against it. Sometimes children, like adults, think they want one kind of animal and, while getting acquainted with an animal of that kind at a shelter, fall in love with a different kind. 

Some animal welfare organizations really have a goal of herding people into slums where they'll be easier for a totalitarian government to control--or get rid of--and part of their agenda is to make it harder for people to own pets. Humane Society leaders have said, of dogs, cats, and other domestic animals, that according to their agenda "One more generation and they're out." If you don't want more animals you should be proactive about making sure your pets can't reproduce, and if you don't want your animals to be lost or stolen you should make sure they stay on your property, but you should also be aware that an obsession with getting every pet--even hens--sterilized and keeping every animal indoors is part of that old-time socialist religious doctrine, really aimed at abolishing private ownership of land. Some animal rescue organizations are so fully dedicated to this doctrine that parents won't want to expose children to the people who work in those organizations. Fortunately very few people have ever been capable of taking socialism that seriously for very long. Many people who work at animal shelters really care about animals and want them to find good homes. Children are inherently good at sorting out the right kind of shelter workers, because the wrong kind tend to be hypervigilant about NOT letting CHILdren adopt animals. 

This week's photo contest features shelter animals who are known to get along well with children...some children. (Animals who get along well with ten-year-olds, or with infants, are not necessarily cool with two-year-olds.) Petfinder currently sorts animals that are known to be "good with children 8 and up" and "good with children under age 8." How they know this depends on the history provided by former owners who put animals up for adoption, and foster families--if any. If parents and children actually visit the animal shelter they may find animals who are (or are not) congenial with their children, where no history was available. When animals are known to behave well with one age group or the other, not both, two animals have been chosen for the location.

Zipcode 10101: Kevin McAllister from Highland Park  


He was found "at home, alone" without any humans nearby, like the character Macaulay Culkin played in those movies. He's cautious about new people but not aggressive in self-defense, and seemed comfortable with children of any size. He is a fairly large neutered male--what some would call a gib cat, as distinct from a tom. ("Tom" and "Gib" used to be common names for men, and "Tib" used to be a common name for women and a generic name for a female cat. Humans called "Gib" had probably been christened Gilbert; humans called "Tib" had probably been christened Isabel.) 

Zipcode 20202: Mystery from DC 


Though less than a year old, Mystery already weighs more than ten pounds. Sometimes such large kittens have reached their full size early and don't get much bigger (like our Samantha, who was a large kitten but grew up to be a small cat). More often they keep growing. The mystery about this friendly tomkitten is whether he'll stop at a healthy weight of fifteen pounds, or grow to his full ancestral size. He seems to be a good-natured, lovable fellow who gets along well with other kittens, with adult cats, and with his foster family's children and dog. His foster family's children are young. As a guess he'd probably do well with school-age children, but this is not actually known.

He's not formed a close bond with another kitten, but a discount on the adoption fee is available if you take another kitten. The shelter has several to choose from. People who don't want to keep kittens should be more vigilant about making sure their cats don't produce any.

Eclipse from Hyattsville 


This well fed, but not oversized, spring kitten is quiet but willing to cuddle up beside a quiet human. He is known to behave well with gentle school-aged children. They don't insist that he be adopted along with another kitten, but kittens are much easier to live with when they can chase and wrestle with each other.

Zipcode 30303: Jammy and Percy from Atlanta 



They're not known to be related, though they might be distant cousins. Both were brought to a county animal shelter when they were just babies. Both have longish fluffy hair and the look of spring kittens who are going to be impressively large, dignified tomcats in another two years--possibly Maine Coon crossbreeds. They buddied up and are available for adoption as a pair. Jammy likes to purr and cuddle with people he knows. Percy is more aloof. Both seem to be good-natured and tolerant of children.

Zipcode 10101: Mocha from NYC


This pregnant beagle is taking applications for a permanent home, though she will not actually move in until the beaglets are eating solid food. You don't have to adopt the whole family. Mocha is known to behave well with small children and other dogs. Animals who are friendly with adults and small children usually don't have issues with school-age children, but this web site will take any excuse to encourage adoption of another dog...

Derry from NYC 


Derry is thought to be what happens when a Beagle and a German Shepherd mate. Smaller than one breed, bigger than the other, very sensitive and loyal. In fact the right home for him might end up adopting his human too. Derry and his man lost their home in a fire. They couldn't be placed in the same shelter. Derry pined and mourned in the animal shelter, but cheered up when taken to a foster home. They say it's hard to believe he's fourteen years old. He has "pep in his step" and seems to like the company of school-age children.

Zipcode 20202: Tiffany from Hagerstown 


This cheerful, friendly retriever pup was rescued from the streets in Puerto Rico and placed in a foster home in Maryland by an organization based in DC. She's got crate-training and potty-training fairly well down, though they warn that puppies tend to backslide a bit when they move into new homes. At seven months old, she weighs forty pounds and has a slim, adolescent look. She sounds like the sort of dog I would have tried to avoid when I was eight years old, but hey, if she does want to knock people over and half-drown them in drool, it's puppy love. She needs a home where her sweet innocent heart will be well protected from the uncaring world--she also sounds like the sort of dog who might run out into traffic, inviting the cars to play. If you want to adopt her, a good move might be to send the organization a photo of your large yard and five-foot fence, though they don't say those are required.

Hunter from Alabama via DC



Born into a feral dog pack in Alabama, Hunter and his siblings were rescued while still young enough to become pets. Hunter is said to have "the sweetest personality," even with baby humans; he just soaks up good will like a sponge. His ancestors are thought to have included beagles and other hounds. He is bigger than a typical beagle.

Zipcode 30303: Ladybug from Atlanta


This ten-pound Chihuahua was placed in a shelter when she had puppies. Seriously. People. If you do not want puppies, then...have it done in the winter, before more puppies start to happen. Anyway, the puppies are grown and on their own. Ladybug is known to behave well with children of all ages, cats, and other dogs.

Monday, December 15, 2025

Vintage Book Review: Holiday Mountain

Title: Holiday Mountain

Author: Lloid and Juanita Jones

Date: 1949

Publisher: Westminster

ISBN: none

Length: 200 pages

Quote: “There’ll be no shortage of fun at the Campbell place...Get in thirty-five cords of wood, clear half a mile of timber for a ski trail, finish eight cabins, harvest a few hundred sacks of kinnikinnick, wind a ton or so of evergreen wreaths, and wait on the tourists in our spare time.”

That’s pretty much the plot of this story. Mr. Campbell is injured, so instead of only helping him with the “fun” of running the dude ranch as they usually do, the children have to do it all. They go to school, too. They have fun along the way. And although no 1950s novel about teenagers would have been allowed to go on for 200 pages without a Teen Romance, this was still 1949, and Holiday Mountain manages to reach a cheerful ending without a single smooch.

Is this a wild parental fantasy? I don’t think so. I remember the summer my brother and I got involved in helping relatives rebuild a house that had burned down the previous winter. His first construction job, my first teaching job, real money, plus our usual gardens to tend, errands to run, pets, chores, and of course we still wanted to be in the Summer Reading Club, in which we were competing against each other for the grand prize...best vacation we ever had. I remember, too, the special form of chronic fatigue that permeates the body of an adolescent who’s been ordered to do something for the convenience of other people...but mostly I remember the energy that surges through the same body when the same adolescent gets a chance to do real, rewarding, challenging work. We put in eighteen-hour days of what most people would have called work, and loved it. 

To balance the joy the Campbell children find in hard work, the Joneses give their characters a friend who doesn’t enjoy the work his hard-bitten aunt demands from him. Poor Les has so much “less” that he’s not even sent to school! The parents try not to be judgmental; the children use their surplus energy to help Les.

It’s not hard to see why so few libraries have kept copies of Holiday Mountain. The Campbell kids’ division of labor might be considered sexist, and it’s realistic, but not politically correct, that everyone in their neighborhood is Anglo-American. More importantly, lazy people don’t want to read about how much teenagers can accomplish, and how much they can enjoy doing it, if their time is not being consumed by TV, computers, endless chatter, “hanging out,” and Teen Romance.

If you want inspiration to unplug yourself and your family, and get things done, Holiday Mountain may still supply it. 

Butterfly of the Week: Graphium Mullah

This week's butterfly seems remarkably poorly documented because many entomologists have  adopted a revised taxonomic list of Asian Graphium species. While the species name Graphium mullah has been in use for a while, the little that's been documented about it is being revised to reflect the recent reclassification of Graphium timur as a subspecies of G. mullah, which only a few years ago was fully separated from G. alebion. DNA studies, rather than field studies, have been followed in reclassification:


It is found in China, Japan, Laos, Taiwan, and Vietnam.


Photo by Tref, who notes that it was taken in March. Butterflies are important pollinators for some flowers and trees, including some trees whose fruit humans eat.



Photo from Dearlep.tw. Subspecies have been identified; a clear explanation of the latest subspecies list has yet to appear online. Some mullahs' wings are clear white and some are tinged with bright yellow. 

Graphium mullah differs from Graphium garhwalica in having bigger, brighter yellow spots on the upper side of hind wings. Sometimes these spots are also conspicuous on the under side. Its black stripes are a little more conspicuous, too. Its upper wings can lose their scales and become transparent especially in that wide border section along  their outside edge. 


Photo by Tref, taken in March. Males gather at puddles or on wet sand and sip water. They are photographed doing this alone, with others of their own species, or with others of different species. 


Photo by Sonata_z, taken in March. Another Graphium seems to be attracted to anything, even plastic waste, that has a sky-blue color. 


Photo by Yancai, taken in April in China. This seems to be an earlier instar than 


Photo by Jiuheng92, taken in May in China. No photo of the egg or pupa was found.

Sunday, December 14, 2025

Web Log for 12.12-13.25

Cybermess 

Due to the intolerable bulk of spam pouring out of the Book Funnel, the entire Book Funnel archive has been deleted. If you are a Book Funnel writer, I'm sorry. Don't use automated spamming services to market your self-published book. They are so annoying as to do more harm than good. "Newsletters" should be hand-typed, and the ones people look forward to reading and collecting come out every month, or every two or three months.

Economics, Political 

Can Republicans win on the slogan "Make America Affordable Again"? I'm sure they can--if they actually do it. That means deflation, to the point where pennies come back because things can actually be bought with pennies. It means giving poor people business licenses instead of handouts. It means that if a corporation continues to outsource work as long as there's an unemployed American, the government actively supports, to the point of even building, different companies that supply the same things. It means that we as a nation, from the 18-year-old renting her first furnished room all the way up to the White House, stop supporting third-party interference in business transactions: everybody pays cash, and nobody makes a profit by selling insurance. It means that making our own clothes and raising our own food becomes not even a trend, but a point of honor, because the Waste Age is over and if your "best" outfit is one you made for yourself fifty years ago, and have worn on special occasions ever since, you rule

I don't believe Donald Trump has a clue about how much we need to recover in the aftermath of the Waste Age. But he can learn. Unlike Joe Biden at the same age, he is still responding to new information--slowly, perhaps, but competently. We can have a reality-based economy again. Though that will probably put an end to the Internet.


Energy 

We need a law: New data collection centers must be 100% self-powered on site, and must not be allowed to overburden the electrical grid. 


Gift Ideas, Worst 

Chinese toys with Plagiarized Intelligence that helps them tell wee tots where to find matches and how to sharpen knives?


Health News 

Even for a rich celebrity patient...this is disgusting. If a patient is constipated, every nurse aide used to learn, and the patient might fall if allowed to go to the bathroom alone but feels unable to use the toilet while watched, you help the patient sit on the toilet, make sure clothing is out of the way, pull the walker frame up around the patient's legs if there's a concern about the patient fainting while sitting on the toilet, and go out to stand outside the door. Duh. If the patient has to sit on the toilet for half an hour and meditate, then you stand there for half an hour. If the patient is too weak to sit up, which seems inapplicable to a patient who is sitting up and vlogging, you bring in a bedpan. There is no excuse for a patient feeling unable to use the toilet in peace and privacy. 

And if the patient feels that way, there is every excuse in the world for the patient's relatives to come in. Bleep kind of nurses are youall leaving your relative to depend on? Stay there and crack the whip, or the knotted towel, over them! Of course they're overworked--that's the industrial model in effect. So you take your relative to the bathroom! You bring your relative water, towels, clean sheets! 

I hate to say it, but when nurses really are overworked and feel that they can only move so fast to do so much, the patients who get decent care are the ones who can afford to bring in private nurses. Any family member with even an expired NA certificate will do. The private nurse should be extremely polite and deferential to the hospital staff, because per presence is already gravelling their souls. "We can do the bath, Nurse! I know you have such a lot to do! We're soooo grateful for your work!" This should not, logically, lash and spur the nurses to greater efforts--it should give them time to sit down and catch their breath--but it works on them like a whip on a race horse. 


Meanwhile, stalling for time while Trump panders to the chemical corporations, Secretary Kennedy wastes time and energy with blather about "processed foods." People can't be healthier by eating more "natural" foods until the suppliers stop poisoning the "natural" foods! Harangues about people's food choices can only do more harm than good as long as the "healthy" food is actually toxic. I know this firsthand from all the information I got about the benefits of eating good plain whole wheat, which neglected to mention that some people, like me, are not built to digest wheat. It'll be the same thing for anyone trying to sell TV watchers on the benefits of preparing and consuming all that raw natural food along the walls in the supermarket. Food-nannying will only destroy the credibility of the nannies. Even with the lower glyphosate content we're seeing today, the raw natural food along the walls is still likely to make people sicker than the processed food in the middle of the supermarket. Not only with Vitamin C shock, either, and nobody is actually allergic to the peas! First things first! When apples and spinach are not more immediately toxic than candy and chips, a few more people might, possibly, choose apples and spinach as snacks. I miss them, myself...but I know that, for health reasons, I have to stick to M&Ms and Fritos. There may not be a lot of vitamins in Fritos but Fritos have never made me sick for nine days.


Meanwhile, Senator Warner wants to salvage Obamacare. Meh. This web site did not originally intend to favor one of our Congressmen over the others. We reran e-mails from Senators Kaine and Warner along with those from Congressman Griffith. Format had a lot to do with that. I can't just pop in a link to Congressman Griffith's E-Newsletters. But I can just pop in a link to Senator Warner's new Substack, which all Virginians are encouraged to follow.

In addition to news on the medical care issue, the Senator also discusses boat strikes. If Americans watch the video for themselves and decide whether our military forces acted legally...I think I'll recuse myself. I've not read enough maritime law (I don't think I've ever read any maritime law) to know whether they were acting legally. 


History 

Vince Staten shares vintage black-and-white photos from Kingsport's archives:


Holidays 

Hanukkah reminds us that light, literal or symbolic, banishes darkness. Relatively few have inherited the right to set up a menorah. All of humankind can celebrate the concept.

Psychology 

Do you take naps? What does that say about you? Golly, this description sounds vague, but so cool! Shouldn't everybody take naps?!

Well, no. Actually, everybody should beware of vague but very cool psychological descriptions of a person who answers one or a few questions on a web site.

That said, it's better to take a nap intentionally, at home, than to succumb to sleep needs at work or on the road.


Theology and Feminism 

No link for the badly thought and badly written article about the radical priest who wants to stage Nativitiy scenes with girl babies as Jesus, but some thoughts...

Can a girl infant be put in the manger in a Nativity scene? Of course. To be sure about the gender of an infant you have to undress it. Baby Jesus is not traditionally undressed in a Nativity scene; He is "swaddled" so that even His hands and feet are covered, so who's to know or care whether the baby in the manger is a boy or a girl. Everyone knows it's not Jesus and, for practical reasons, it's usually a doll.

Could Jesus have incarnated as a woman? With God all things are possible. God is not bound to a body with a gender, or even a number, and might for all we know have chosen to incarnate in a swarm of bees, but in our world Jesus did have to be male, because all the prophecies about Him specified that He'd be male. The only possible meaning for "seed of a woman," which was foretold in Genesis, is a male descendant. 

Why do male Christians cling to antiquated, and not biblically supported, male-supremacist notions when they've been told that "In Christ there is neither male nor female"? Because biology and sociology no longer support the autonomous existence of men. The "husbandry" of our own species could be practiced in the same way the 'husbandry" of cows and horses is. We could easily evolve an all-female social culture. Men who want to participate in society must cling to the idea that a Creator who has some manly and fatherly aspects created men who, in some terribly imperfect way, reflect that Creator, and have individual worth, and, if they don't deserve, at least can contribute something to a society that lets them mingle freely with other human beings. That idea can even be believed...so long as men humble themselves, crucify their own wills, and devote their lives to being more like Jesus than they are like most of the men who have been mentioned in the news lately. 

Weather 

New Jersey is not exactly known for its mild winters. If you know people in New Jersey, you might want to invite them to visit you now. Limiting the time when propane trucks can be on the highways is probably a valid safety-based regulation and should limit New Jersey residents' access to propane for only a few hours. (This web site can tell what should be from what is.) The whole episode does, however, highlight the need for large as well as small energy consumers to be independent of "the grid."


Meanwhile Washington state is having floods. Looks as if the people got out in time, but if you search you'll see videos of river water sloshing around the second storeys of buildings. 

Irritable Book Review: Midnight Clear

Title: Midnight Clear

Author: Autumn Macarthur

Quote: "Having something so big invalidated with pat, easy answers just made her angrier."

Claire, the primary school teacher in Huckleberry Lake (she has sixteen students in grades one through five), is from out of town and still single. Ryan, who used to work with his father until his father died recently, is also single. When Maddie remarried Brad, that made a total of two single adults in Huckleberry Lake. So why don't they like each other?

(More to the point, perhaps: Why do I feel a need to preach on this topic in reviewing this particular novel? Because this one is well enough written that I feel a danger that readers might take it as a guide for themselves, rather than just another illustration of the difference between the demand that a "romance" be fantastic and the original requirement that a "novel" be plausible.)

Well, one reason is that people seem to be pushing them together, which is a valid reason for anybody not to like anybody. Starting with same-sex friends at age five: If person wanted to be with you, it would be person's own idea, not someone else's. 

But in fact, and I want to emphasize to all the churchgoers out there who want the one bachelor who ever darkens your church's doors to be paired off with whatever you can drag in, so that you feel less threatened by the idea that anyone can be happy without being married, that this is extremely rare, Ryan and Claire do like each other. The reason why they're not a couple is that Claire's car was hit by another vehicle, shortly before the baby arrived, and Claire woke up in the hospital with bleeding wounds, a tiny baby who looked perfect except for being dead, and no husband. All she wanted to do was put those memories as far behind her as possible. So she moved from a southern border State (Texas) to a northern border State (Idaho) and took a job in a tiny village where she could spend her time with children and mostly avoid looking at any babies. She doesn't think she wants another husband, nor does she want to adopt another baby. 

Of course, given that she originally did want a husband and babies, this is not a real vocation to celibacy. It's an emotional complex that Claire needs to pray her way through. Which is also possible. Though the kind of surgery that we're told was necessary to save Claire's life often leaves real women asexual, and may even cause physical pain if they ever try the act that produces babies. A woman who is sterile because of PCOS may, depending on the kind of hormone imbalance she has, feel hotter than a two-dollar pistol in a car parked in full sunshine with all the windows up, but some women who've been spayed in the way Claire has been wake up postsexual, and this is never going to change.

And never mind that, while widows who enjoyed sex do miss it, many widows have very strong aversions to seeing someone else in the place where our husband (or wife) is supposed to be. Those of us who feel desperate enough to close our eyes and pretend someone else is the one we miss have traditionally been stereotyped as terrible, tacky, even trashy people in whose fantasies nobody would want to participate. Those of us who find it possible to feel attracted to someone else within a year or two have traditionally been suspected of having lusted after that person in our hearts while married, though that seems to get a little more sympathy from more of the people who shouldn't be bothering their heads about what widows are doing anyway. 

Maddie, a school volunteer who's worked with Claire, has become one of those insufferable know-it-alls who keep pushing Claire and Ryan together. In the real world this is a good way to make both of the people who have felt pushed, even a tiny bit pushed, LOATHE YOU FOREVER. In the real world there are usually valid reasons why people who seem congenial don't want to become a couple, and when they give being a couple a try and it doesn't work out, IT IS YOUR FAULT. Never drop a hint. Never indulge in a know-it-all smirk. Never pair people off, even inside your own silly head, unless THEY ask you to play matchmaker.  

Sorry. I just remembered how an old school friendship that was a wise, mature kind of love, that recognized the benefits of staying in the friend zone, turned ugly when we let other people persuade us to try dating each other. I have always wished I'd lived in a society that encouraged young people to be proud of the high standards that kept their dates in the friend zone, and older people to feel ashamed of the vile perversion that made them want to push happily single people together. Though at least, when another old friend tried pushing another acquaintance in my direction, I am glad that I never spoke to either one of them again.

There is a small chance that, if someone says to us "I'd like to meet your friend X," and we tell X that person said this and arrange for them to spend an afternoon actually doing something that is interesting enough to alleviate the refrigerant effect of the dreaded "meeting for coffee," a mutual attraction may come to exist. Though time, if not money, does need to be invested in making sure that a first meeting is not all about "Is there an instant physical attraction?" because, for women, there probably isn't, and the demand for it would probably kill it if there ever was one. What pretty much guarantees mutual disgust is when a BUSYBODY tells X "You ought to meet Y." When that happens, X knows that Y didn't want to meet X, and Y knows that X didn't want to meet Y, and BLEEP does s/he think s/he is, they don't want to see that stupid face again either.

But this is a Christian romance, so it works. Brad and Maddie have another baby, which is pardonable since the problem of overpopulation is not really felt in most of Idaho. Claire happens to have the skills to help when the baby arrives a little ahead of schedule, because her original career was not teaching school. Though she's avoided being around other babies, having to look at Maddie's breaks down her emotional defenses against remembering how she lost hers. This time, when Ryan tells her his mother's one last wish is for him to marry her, after a little predictable banter about how she always thought he liked Maddie better, and a few warning displays that he's getting close to an Emotional Mess, Claire manages to say that she can't have children and feels bad about it. 

Anyway you know where it has to end, so although I find this volume of the Huckleberry Lake series (there will be other single adults, other years) less credible than the first volume, romance lovers won't be disappointed. The only suspense is what they'll say that makes it possible for the story to end with Claire and Ryan adopting a baby together. Which is what people read "sweet, clean" romances for. 

You may, like me, feel sort of disappointed that this story ends happily because people need to know that in real life it probably wouldn't...but you'll not be disappointed by the story itself...even if you are disappointed that Maddie, who was easy to like in her own story (Calm and Bright), turns out to be a busybody. Nobody is perfect. 

Real friends accept that happiness, for some of our friends, means being HAPPILY SINGLE. Maybe for a few more years. Maybe until the person they're meant to marry speaks for perself. Maybe for life. Romance novels are nice, as far as they go...but we do need more novels about people, especially women, discovering that celibacy can be an effect of mental illness but is never the cause of it, that keeping cats or chickens, or writing poetry, or having a business or going into politics or even teaching in a one-room primary school, can be the true happy ending for some people's stories. 

I think Macarthur has spelled out a few of the factors that make it possible, however remotely possible, that Claire and Ryan might (against the odds) be happy together:

1. They are congenial--as acquaintances; they just bristle up and push each other away because neither of them is ready to mate. They are Christians. They love children. They have mutual friends and do the same things. They got acquainted all by themselves

2. Both of them have expressed some interest in marriage and parenthood. They are, after all, in Idaho. They're not in a place where nature is actually screaming at them, even if they have occasional sexual feelings, to avoid parenthood at all costs. They've not declared themselves "ace" or "gay," or even shown any interest in a church that has celibate monastic orders.

3. Although people they know have said far too much to them about their relationship, Ryan decides for himself to propose to Claire.

4. Repeatedly. Because it's not reasonable to expect that anyone in Claire's situation is going to say yes, or even say why not, the first dozen or so times the man proposes. Actually the traditional rule was that all nice young women were supposed to say no, at least in softened terms like "I'll have to pray about it" or "You'll have to talk to my parents," the first dozen or so times the man even asked for a date. A man has to prove himself if he's going to get any respect at all. A man who waits to be asked is a wimp. A man has to learn not only that NO means NO, but that "I'll have to pray about it" or "I'd rather not talk about it" means WAIT. 

5. And nobody's bullied Claire into proposing even so much as a monthly lunch date to Ryan with anything like "If you're not dating anyone, at your age and with your looks, you must be a lesbian, or worse, and you can't teach even Sunday School." 

But I still think Macarthur is asking us to believe that they've beaten the odds. That she has the skills to convince me that she's found at least an accurate account of how that might happen, somewhere, says a lot for her writing talent.

Saturday, December 13, 2025

Serena's and Silver's Song


[Photo from Freepik]

For the third time snow's falling! It's sticking to ground!
Let Drudge patrol outside. We two will be found
Inside the warm office, not giving a darn
How cold the wind blows, when we've found balls of yarn.

Yarn balls, oh yarn balls, oh yarn balls, we sing,
What a delightful and cuddlesome thing,
A big bag of yarn balls to nestle up on,
We'll lie on yarn balls from sunset till dawn!

They're tied up in plastic and can't roll about.
Perhaps one day we might try letting them out.
Even the bag's cuddly, under our fur,
Feels just like kittens, makes us want to purr!

Yarn balls, oh yarn balls, the rough wool and fluff,
Who ever invented such wonderful stuff?
They pile up beside us in a soft warm groove,
Then offer a cool cushion each time we move.

We're middle-aged cats and often feel dozy.
Yarn balls make lovely beds, so soft and cozy.
They move each time we stretch and flex our claws.
They're easily rearranged with our paws.

Yarn balls, oh yarn balls, the best cat bed ever!
On bags of yarn balls we could snooze forever!
Sometimes we like sleeping on our human's knees,
But yarn balls never move, until we please!

Sometimes the human keeps yarn balls in packs
Of hard, crackly plastic that forms flimsy stacks,
Sometimes in shopping bags that tear away,
But this bag is easy to open! Hurray!

Yarn balls, oh yarn balls! Bag, hold them together
While we burrow down to get out of this weather...
What's biting our human, to cause her to shout?
No idea, but she's telling us to get out!

***

It is so cold that we're snoozing down cellar.
Dawn Possum's been here, too. We can still smell her.
Snuggling on bare dirt that smells like black mold,
We wish all humans had always been told:

There's nothing better than yarn balls to lie on!
Or to have kittens on! Or sit and spy on!
If you have yarn balls, they ought to be sat
On and slept on and enjoyed by your cat!

(This is why the cats were banished from the office. In the morning, the Hefty-Cinch-Sack-sized collection of yarn balls I inherited from a crocheter were double-bagged in a cheap garbage bag in which the cats had not clawed a hole, and removed from the warm room. And I remembered the year Grayzel, who did not generally like being indoors, sneaked in and gave birth to kittens on a bag of yarn I'd been planning to make into a sweater. And I made a note to myself to look for a cheap secondhand child-sized sleeping bag in which to store this yarn...the crocheter left too many odd skeins to fit into an ordinary bag, anyway, and a big bag of yarn balls has to feel like the ultimate comfort zone for cats growing older and sleepier.)

Friday, December 12, 2025

Web Log for 12.11.25

Is everyone having a busy, merry holiday season? Not overdoing the busy to the point of losing the merry? I hope so.

Health News 

Another vaccine comes up for reconsideration:


Movie

Why are people still watching "The Nightmare Before Christmas"? 


Poetry 

As youall probably know, I have a Substack. Some readers might prefer it to this blog. It consists of one poem by me, once a week, plus whatever poems, stories, etc., readers care to contribute in the comments section. Poems (by me) are pretty strictly "light verse," though not all of them are about the weather.  

And I myself don't download apps, so I've not even tested this, but some people may think it's cool. To hear the audio version of this blog online you need your own reading app, but the Substack app supplies a selection of robot readers. If you use the Substack app you can hear my poems read aloud by a robot called Cora. 

I don't know whether people were paid for the robot voices, the way Susan Bennett was paid for the voice of Siri, or whether voices can be synthesized by mashing up the real voices of unsuspecting people. Still, it's only sound, not actual work for which people ought to be paid.

So far the choices for robot readers are US and UK. I'm sticking with a US one but it'll be interesting if they offer robots who speak Indian, Australian, Liberian (dig!) and other varieties of English. Substack is global. 


Word Study 

Ethan Faulkner analyzes internet words to which he's sensitive. The only one of them that's ever bothered me is "user" (acceptable for people who visit other people's sites from public-access computers, but not appropriate for Microsoft to use with regard to COMPUTER OWNERS)...but it might be worthwhile to think about all of them.

Book Review: Silent Night

Title: Silent Night

Author: E.C. Myatt

Date: 2025

Quote: "It's been a journey I've been looking forward to, returning to my family home the old-fashioned way."

Sophie, a sophisticate who's dumped a long-term boyfriend just because she can, decides to go home for Christmas on the train and meets an attractive man. She finds him attractive enough that she tells him where to find her family and suggests that he drop in for Boxing Day. To her surprise, he does.

Readers are left to wonder whether Sophie is capable of feeling anything about either Romantic Love or Christmas, and just determined to be thoroughly modern and British about it...or not. I suspect the computer did more than its share of the writing of this book. But it's a clean, realistic Christmas romance.

Thursday, December 11, 2025

Book Review: When Love Happens

Title: When Love Happens

Author: Amy Sparks

Quote: "I went rigid with terror, mesmerized by the headlights of the approaching vehicle."

Olivia is young and pretty and just out of prison. Although she committed vehicular homicide, she was driving irresponsibly because she was upset about a parent's illness, and the man she killed was also driving irresponsibly because his brother wouldn't get off the phone and let him drive, so she spent only a short time behind bars. 

She's taken a desperation job as a slutty-looking barmaid until a relative could arrange for her to start work as a nanny. We see Olivia as a barmaid; that's where someone grabs her purse, so she chases him, smashes his nose, and reclaims her purse, and he runs to his car and aims at her. Olivia stands helplessly on the street, thinking that maybe she deserves it. Someone pulls her out of the way.

That someone is Nicholas, twin brother of the man she killed. Not knowing who he is but reacting to being close to a man after all these years, Olivia starts to feel the hormone reaction that mid-twentieth century pop culture told my generation was love.

Two different things, of course. Yes, it's nice when our hormones react to people we love and respect rather than forming a sort of addiction to people we don't really like, but love is what draws us to people when we're not having hormonal reactions, or at least not to them. 

Anyway Olivia's job involves baby-sitting Nicholas's niece. But we don't meet the niece, or get the insights into the man and the family that makes Jane Eyre interesting. Olivia doesn't seem to think seriously about Nicholas's family life. She only feels carnal passion. Nicholas's sister barges in and says unimginably nasty things to Olivia,. Olivia flounces out. Nicholas persuades her to come back. It must be love, thinks wretched Olivia, because her hormones are so agitate. To bed they go.

This is what passes for a wholesome romance these days? Does "wholesome" mean only that the clinical discussion, albeit in what tries to be "more romantic" language, of how private body parts reacted is not printed on the page? It's clear to adult readers, if not necessarily to children who might peek at this book, that they're doing what makes babies and there's been no talk of marriage. 

As a marital aid this book might work for some readers, but I find nothing about it especially wholesome. 

Wednesday, December 10, 2025

Web Log for 12.8.25 Through the Winter Storm

Links for whatever online time it takes to make a total of 24 hours, starting in the evening of 12.8.25. I was online earlier in the afternoon, but not link hunting. Probably 12 8.25 and 12.9.25...one link, one rant.

Animals 

Many towns held Christmas Parades over the weekend. In Gatlinburg, the parade was crashed by one of the live black bears tourists are encouraged to photograph from inside cars and buy little likenesses of as souvenirs.


A suggestion: To keep bears wild, shoot the ones that infest Gatlinburg. Anyone who thinks those bears aren't already familiar with humans, or don't already see humans as a source of food, is delusional. The bears merely know that one of the main things humans in Gatlinburg do is prepare other foodstuffs all of which taste better, to a bear, than humans do. Eventually they'll get too hungry to wait for their favorite snacks. A bear humans can see roaming around is already telling us it needs to be a rug.

Politics 

Why do so many writers sound like Democrats? Considering the possibilities...

(a) that was the way our friends were voting the first time we voted, and we've stuck to it, because we are profoundly conservative by nature and don't want to think about change. (Seriously? Writers?)

(b) that's the way our sponsors and editors vote. (This is probable, in the case of writers who are generously sponsored and published by corporations that still pay human editors. But they are only a small minority of the writer demographic.)

(c) that's the way the local criminal gangs vote, and a lot of writers are living in shabby neighborhoods with no security to speak of. (This is also possible. Today's Ds, or Democratic Socialists, have certainly dropped the old Democratic Party's focus on workers in favor of an appeal to criminal gangs.)

(d) these writers think they're going to get some sort of benefit from the Democratic Socialists. (Do writers look stupid? Well, some, maybe, but that's probably their computers.)

(e) they sometimes feel blocked, and for writers who identify as Ds this is not a problem. All they have to do is express hostility toward Trump. Trump's having attention cravings the size of Alaska makes this dead easy. Trump may be trying to develop Christian spirituality but he's still doing things like telling the visiting leaders of nations where English is the primary language, but it's spoken with a different sort of accent, how good their English is and asking where they were educated. It is not necessary for US citizens to have known, before the TV news readers told them, where the visitor's country is located or that its primary language is English, to feel embarrassed by Trump's lack of information. Nobody's paying us to know these things but we are paying Trump to know them, bleepit! So all a blocked writer has to do is type "I feel embarrassed by President Trump," and all the Ds will start nodding in a sympathetic rhythm, which has a way of breaking up writer's block.

I think (e) is probably the best explanation. 

Which means that no matter how much rich Ds wail about the terrible tariffs keeping their Swiss chocolates expensive, writers are likely to have noticed that the price of eggs has dropped back within sight of normalcy. If the Trump Administration manages to sustain policies that bring the price of a bunch of bananas, a loaf of bread, a five-pound sack of corn meal, a pound of baloney, and those packets of candy and chips they always display at the checkout counter, back under $1.00, the Democratic Socialists may admit--as Barbara Ehrenreich commendably put it--that they are a religious group who place blind faith in something that can't be proved by scientific observation, and leave peaceably as reasonable people usher them out of the Democratic Party.

Join us, Ds, and help to speed the day.

Type, as a morning exercise, "I felt embarrassed by President Biden when..." or "Kamala Harris made me cringe when..." or "Gavin Newsom annoys me when..." 

Or, if your religion has a rule against "evil speaking" and you want to take it seriously, try: "One of the things I like best about Michelle Obama is...,"and you can expand on any of her accomplishments, such as writing a book, toning her upper arms, wearing sawed-off cardigans well, aging beautifully, or protecting the privacy of her charming daughters, "but she's not presidential timber.

Top Ten Gifts for People Who Love Knitting

This week's Long & Short Reviews prompt is "gifts for people who love" something reviewers love enough to be informed about.

Well, I'm a knitter, so...

1. Yarn Kits

Most knitters enjoy yarn itself. We have to remind ourselves not to stockpile too much more yarn than we can knit in a given season, because many of our favorite yarns attract the dreaded carpet beetle and the dreaded clothes moth. (Clothes moths can only eat wool and other animal-hair fibres; carpet beetles can also eat cotton and linen.) 

However, knitters usually love having someone buy us enough yarn to make something they want us to knit for them. 

Yarn to make elaborate multicolored "Eighties Sweaters" is often available in kits. If you find a "sweater kit" in a wool shop and want to wear the sweater, the kit would be an excellent gift for a knitter. 

Smaller, cheaper knitting kits tend to be designed for children and to include craft yarn, but if what you'd like to have knitted for you is a Christmas tree ornament, the kit to make the one that's caught your fancy would still be a nice gift for a knitter.

For a real nonstop knitter, you might even order a subscription to a monthly knitting kit service:


2. Plain Yarn 

Knitters' imagination is not limited to kits. In fact some knitters don't want to knit an exact copy of someone else's design. Some knitters would prefer to receive a box of yarn and decide, with the person for whom they're knitting if that's not themselves, what to make of it. 

Knitters who prowl secondhand stores eagerly buy, and would appreciate receiving as gifts, sacks of other people's leftover yarn. These can be very cheap and become super-profitable. I once paid less than $8 for a few bags of Rowan Silkstones yarn, which came with a price of about $8 per two-ounce skein stamped on the label of each skein. I knitted it into a very arty-looking jacket and sold it for about $800.

More often, yarn sold at a deep discount is unsalable junk the store wants to get out of people's sight, but some knitters enjoy the challenge of making some use even from nasty spun-plastic yarn--maybe as dog blankets for an animal shelter?

Special Yarns Knitters Love

The more you know about what makes these yarns special, the easier it will be to choose one for the knitter you know. Some yarns are just madly popular with knitters!

3. Schoolhouse Press 


Elizabeth Zimmermann taught knitting, sold wool, wrote books, and organized Knitting Camps in an abandoned one-room schoolhouse. Her children and grandchildren have kept the business going. Millions of knitters refer to EZ's books for guidance on knitting and designing, feel as if EZ were a friend of their grandmother's (which she may well have been), and enjoy using the yarns she bought and sold. They're all delicious, mostly soft-colored or undyed wools with enough lanolin to make knitting with them feel like a moisturizing treatment for the hands. 

4. Philosophers' Wool


What's hard to see in the photo is that each of these colored yarns is actually a mix of two or three closely related colors that gives the yarn and resulting fabric a distinctive, rich look. Again, the yarns are fairly natural, with plenty of lanolin, and feel pleasant in the knitter's hands. They feel rough but, on a cold night, that rough woolly texture feels wonderfully warming around your neck and ears.

The philosophers were Ann and Eugene Bourgeois, whose biography is at the business web site. They willed the business to a sustainable agriculture group. It's about the dear little sheep who actually like having their coats trimmed when the weather gets warm! "Wool allergies" are usually not allergies to sheep themselves (that can happen, rarely) but sensitivities to acid used to clean many wool materials and sometimes other chemicals used to dye them and reduce shrinkage. Philosophers Wool is one of the more natural wools that are so much easier for most people to wear.

5. Peace Fleece

They originally spun fleece from Russian and American sheep together while awaiting, and then celebrating, the end of the Cold War. Currently they spin Navajo wool together with non-Navajo US mohair. Once again, the yarns are natural and feel like snuggling a pet lamb. 

6. Virtual Yarns


Alice Starmore was a fashion designer whose use of fairisle knitting was not traditional...she had too much fun with it. She "retired" enough to run her own little yarn business with her daughter. Real 
"Eighties" knitters, and 1990s knitters likewise, adored her masterpiece designs. When you knitted and wore something from one of AS's pattern books, people knew you were a serious knitter. Virtual Yarns still sells AS patterns and real Scotch Hebridean wools. 

7. Wool2Dye4


They have a wide selection of undyed yarn, including some good cottons and other alternatives to wool. Some knitters, and some people who commission hand kniting, are allergic to chemical dyes. These yarns come in natural white and sometimes shades of brown and gray. You can dye the white yarns with indigo, madder, and garden weeds or with Kool-Aid powder if you like. 

I think five specific brands are enough, but knitters for whom you shop can probably recommend twenty more. 

8. Books 

Knitters usually like to look at pattern books and magazines. Every knitter has per own opinions about which books are and are not worth the usually high price for the full-color pictures on glossy paper. Books by Elizabeth Zimmermann, Meg Swansen, Annette Mitchell, Kaffe Fassett, Alice Starmore, Helene Rush, Alexis Xenakis And The Staff of Knitter's Magazine, Priscilla Gibson-Roberts, Nicky Epstein, and Anna Zilboorg are worth their price to most knitters.

9. Accessories 

Various accessories, from cheap plastic rings to use as markers through hand-carved wooden needle holders, are sold as gifts for knitters. The individual knitter for whom you're buying a gift may or may not have any use for these gadgets. Ask before buying a really expensive one.

10. Space 

Some knitters would like to receive the gift of their family's respect for their craft, but this web site is not going to be vile and end with a warble about your thoughts counting as a gift. For gift-giving occasion purposes, only material gifts count. You can, however, make it easier for knitters to store and display their supplies (and products) with the gift of a storage system--deep shelves for storing kits, sturdy bookshelves for storing patterns, a nice bound journal for the notes on their knitting that most modern knitters take. 


(Photo credit: Nimble Needles.) 

Why not do that at home? It's pretty, its tidy, it's safe...it's actually great insulation...and, if all that yarn is natural material, and it just lives in your house instead of being displayed for sale and sold, it's guaranteed to attract moths and beetles. It will work, though, if the knitter in your family works with (wool shops like Nimble Needles absolutely hate this idea) acrylic craft yarns. Nothing really eats them, though mice have been known to nest in acrylic yarn. 

For storing wool, the Greenest alternative is a nice clean freezer, free from food odors. 

For storing manageable quantities of wool and cotton yarn, cedar chests were traditional, but they weren't necessarily ideal for the yarn. Plastic totes are serviceable, but if temperatures change they'll form dew and you'll be storing yarn in water. Metal storage drums have the same drawback. Cardboard boxes in the closet work well, in a reasonably controlled indoor "climate" with a competent cat, for any yarn purchased in advance of the working projects knitters like to store in proper knitting bags.


(Photo from Etsy.)

Any large lightweight bag can be used to carry knitting projects around; knitters can knit their own bags (lined with heavy woven fabric), but a proper knitting bag stands beside chair, couch, or bed on a wooden frame,and has room for yarn, needles, as much of the project as has been knitting, instructions, and whatever the knitter is reading while person knits. Every knitter needs at least one of these.