Review: The Red Umbrella

I have a huge stack of books to read on my nightstand, but a recent conversation with one of my nieces prompted me to reread Christina Diaz Gonzalez’s touching story of love and sacrifice, The Red Umbrella. Set in the early 1960’s after the Cuban communist revolution, it follows the journey of teenaged Lucia and her little brother as they flee the oppression and dangers of a cruel regime through Operation Pedro Pan.

Terrified by the imminent danger to their physical well-being, and distraught by the brain-washing and emotional abuse inflicted on the nation’s youth, thousands of Cuban parents sent their children to the United States to protect them from the unknown horrors of totalitarianism. In conjunction with the Catholic Church and hundreds of individuals and families who came together to foster these children, Operation Pedro Pan processed and welcomed over 14,000 unaccompanied children to the U.S. from 1960-1962.

Next year marks the 60th anniversary of the beginning of this exodus. It’s stunning to recognize how many decades have passed, and how fresh this pain still is. I imagine some of these children, now in their 70’s and older, have children, grandchildren, and even great-grandchildren. This is their story — all of them, as many of us carry the stories of our families in our hearts, never to be forgotten.

Gonzalez shares a fictional story that weaves important historical elements into the plot, gives a new generation insight into a tragic situation in Cuba, and provides families an opportunity to expound on the truths shared in the narrative. I first read this book almost a decade ago, and it still holds strong today.

You can read more about Christina Diaz Gonzalez and her books for middle grades and young adults here.

advice from a mother

early review of The Crown with brief episode 4 spoiler

I enjoy movies and television, and never more than when the stories develop compelling characters. I’m usually carrying on about the superheroes, but like so many people, The Crown has captured my heart. I’m not binging season 3, but rather, watching an episode every couple of days in order to savor the subtle changes in the actors, and what has so far been a treatment of some serious themes. Episode 3: Aberfan crushed my heart — Episode 4: Bubbikins stomped on it.

Good storytelling not only entertains us, but can also provide excellent lessons. We live vicariously through adventures and imaginary scenarios, seeing first-hand the consequences for poor choices and the gains for taking risks. Sometimes, we can learn very touching lessons about living good and virtuous lives.

I’m always delighted when the topic of faith receives a beautiful treatment in film and television. Often, the portrayals of faithful people come across as unsympathetic characters, if not targets of scorn and mockery. Nevertheless, when the writers get it right, it is beautiful indeed.

In episode four of this popular series, there is a lovely exchange between Prince Philip and his mother, Princess Alice, that captures the essence of living a faith-filled life. Misunderstandings and revelations lead to a poignant moment between mother and son that provides a powerful lesson for anyone suffering or living with a “dormant faith.”

Prince Philip, contrite, asks his mother how she survived her cruel life, and she responds with a powerful statement of her faith, “I didn’t do it alone. I couldn’t have. I had help every step of the way.” A small crucifix sits on the table behind her, and we understand that she’s speaking about the strength of her faith. Where she might have wallowed in despair, she hoped in the Lord.

Princess Alice then offers her son this advice,”Let this be a mother’s gift to her child….Find yourself a faith. It helps. No, not just helps: it’s everything.”

It’s a truth I know well. Seek the Lord, and he will find you.

early morning fishing

this guy is standing on our crab trap watching the fishermen

One of the great benefits of moving away from a large city is discovering the ways people interact with the natural world. I’m used to nice grocery stores, neat packaging, and organized rows of buildings. A lovely cityscape at night with the bright neon colors and lights can be quite breathtaking.

But there’s also something calming and serene in a fishing community. This morning I woke up to these guys fishing right in front of us. They are quick, methodical, and fascinating to watch — it’s a strange ballet to see their coordinated efforts to lay and then collect the nets.

The fishermen keep only the legal size of what they’re fishing and throw everything back into the water, so the pelicans immediately show up to see what’s going on. The men collect the debris caught in their nets and repurpose or dispose of it. My favorite part is watching the birds follow the men long after they have finished and taken off with their catch. Greedy little birds want more.

Haha. Don’t we always want more? What a subtle lesson to pick up from them as they work. Take what you can use. Share what you don’t use. And leave things neater and better than when you got there.

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