“Fine, and You?” (Or maybe not so much)

It is the absence of the “fine” in our kids’ lives—deliberation and discernment skills—that worries me:
 
To the ever-expanding pile of words denuded of practically all meaning, I’d like to add “fine.”
 
Witness the range of synonyms offered, for example, by my Macbook onboard thesaurus: “very well,” “well,” “all right,” “okay”: which is a little like saying “thriving,” “healthy,” “so-so,” and “breathing, but little else” all mean the same thing.
 
Show me a med student who maintains that “thriving,” “healthy,” “so-so,” and “breathing but that’s all,” are interchangeable descriptions of a patient’s state, and I’ll show you next week’s road crew member.
 
What got me ruminating on “fine’s” decline is several recent examples that demonstrate how very absent from our children’s experiences are the word’s other uses.  That is, “fine” as in “subtle”; “delicate”; “refined.”
 
Now before I am accused of advocating that kids be inculcated with the rituals of high tea at four o’clock, and the care and feeding of Granny’s bone china, allow me to explain.  Or perhaps paint you some word pictures.
 
I volunteer in an inner-city Philadelphia school built in the 1920’s.  The library, where I help teach first, third and fourth graders is a relatively bright oasis of clean, sturdy tables and raspberry-hued upholstered chairs.  Outside the library, strong-armed, alarmed doors keep intruders out of the sunless halls where rusty pipes often leak into containers meant for recycled paper.
 
To many of my kids, the library can mean “fine” in the sense of an alternative: one of only a few places regularly available to them where nursery rhymes, biographies, and Harry Potter can offer beauty or delicacy in contrast to the gritty realities posed by poverty and absent parents.
 
Since school began, though, my volunteer friends and I have been alternately surprised, bemused and discouraged by our students’ choice of books.
 
Call it “elitist” if you will, but we can sigh when there are tug-of-wars over the “Diary of a Wimpy Kid” and “Captain Underpants” series while grade- and ability-friendly volumes featuring Martin Luther King, Albert Einstein and Anne Frank seldom get a glance.
 
Is this “fine” in the sense of just okay (“hey, at least they’re reading”)?  Perhaps.  Is a steady diet of only pop culture and familiarity helping these kids to develop finer qualities like critical thinking and subtle reasoning?  I think not.
 
And lest you think that disadvantaged kids are the only ones who lack for examples of higher aspirations, come west about nine miles to the quite advantaged Main Line where the children of privilege, like their 8- to 18-year-old counterparts country-wide spend—according to a new study from the Kaiser Family Foundation—more than seven and a half hours a day in front of a smart phone, computer, TV or other electronic device.
 
For the moment, leave aside concerns of rampant childhood obesity and the 47 percent of “heavy” media users who, according to the study, had mostly C grades or lower.
 
Instead consider the example of Baby Trey, who, the New York Times related, was parked by his well-meaning mother in front of Baby Einstein videos and “Dora the Explorer.”
 
“By the time he was 4, he had all these math and science DVDs…and he learned to read and do math early,” said Trey’s mother, Kim Calinan.  But now that Trey is 9, Calinan observes, video games have displaced after-school activities, and her son shows little interest in any social interaction or independent exploration—such as reading—that might cut into his gaming time.
 
“[Heavy media use has] changed young people’s assumptions about how to get an answer to a question,” says Donald F. Roberts, a Stamford communications professor emeritus who is one of the authors of the Kaiser Foundation study.  “People can put out a problem…and information pours in from all kinds of sources.”
 
And as a former communications professor myself, I can attest that even college age students, while they may be whizzes at harvesting factoids, are becoming less and less adapt at culling and discriminating between the finer points in that information avalanche.
 
To some degree my privileged former students are no further along in their ability to engage in refined, subtle thought than my challenged present charges.
 
So what we have here may be “fine,” in the sense of “okay” for many: Democracy is not yet threatened by many kids’ hampered ability to reason.
 
But it is the absence of the “fine” in our kids’ lives, represented by deliberation and discernment skills, that worries me: the impetus to be curious beyond the familiar; to be enlightened beyond the obvious; to consider rather than simply emote; to be educated rather than simply amused.
 
And absent those fine points of the human experience, we and our children are not fine at all.

Trish Bennett is the former associate editor of the Main Street News. Her award-winning column, “Between Us,” ran in that paper for many years. She holds a master of science degree in journalism and now lives in Bryn Mawr, Pa., where she currently works at an inner-city elementary school in West Philadelphia with disadvantaged kids as a “library lady” and reading specialist. She can be reached at pwbennett@verizon.net

Thin Spaces

To dwell in a space means, I think, to combine a spiritual relationship with a spatial one.

“Space” is a concept that has been omni-present for us over the past four months, because in August we sealed our lives up in reinforced cardboard, loaded kit and caboodle, and traded old space for new.

After living nowhere but New England since forever, I and mine find ourselves transplanted to suburban Philadelphia, amid spaces where Welsh spellings defy heroic attempts at decipherization (if there is such a word), much less pronunciation.

Bryn Mawr (“brin mar”: or “great hill”), for example, is downright straightforward compared to Bala Cynwyd.

(Bala Cynwyd’s translation, like its spelling, is convoluted in the extreme.  My theory is that the name of the place was dreamed up by an inebriated black belt in tongue yoga.)

How and why we came to change spaces is a story for another day.

Suffice to say, however, that we are happily situated, despite the fact that we still lisp or spit, endeavoring to enunciate the names of some of the local villages.

And in general, we, like most people, rank “moving” right down there with root canals on the Fantastically Fun Pastimes List.

Still, relocation has its positive aspects, encounters with “thin spaces” being one of them.

To explain: Since slicing open boxes and finding doorknobs packed together with one’s double boiler (yes, really) is an exercise requiring a limited expenditure of mental energy, in the act of unpacking, you can and do find yourself considering space in new ways.

Certainly, you can deliberate for ages as to where, precisely, to locate Aunt Dorothy’s tea service.  But far more importantly, you find yourself wrestling with ideas about precisely what certain space around you can mean.

To dwell in a space, (which is to say, centering your being there, as opposed to utilizing home as simply a crash pad) means, I think, to combine a spiritual relationship with a spatial one.

The Celts defined “thin spaces” as those confluences of time and space in which we can catch a glimpse of—call it what you will—perhaps, the Infinite.

Thin spaces might be akin to what Thoreau experienced at Walden (in a space he built measuring merely 10 by fifteen feet).

Thin spaces might be something like biblical accounts of mortals sensing a Presence they called God.

If I read the idea correctly, these spaces are said to be “thin” because for brief moments, the barriers between “here” and “there” are less like a wall, and more like a curtain of gauze that allows us to see Something Else at least dimly, if not face to face.

I admit, few if any of these musings would be the stuff of “House Hunters,” or “Curb Appeal” or “Divine Design,” or any other cable show purporting to demonstrate the quintessential must-have kitchen, or the ways and means of engendering a raging case of house envy among one’s friends.

What entertaining the possibility—and it is only that: a possibility—of “thin spaces” does accomplish, however, might be the idea that Winston Churchill noted: First we shape our dwellings, and then, rather magically and imperceptibly, our dwellings shape us.

It’s intriguing, and worth considering: the idea that spaces—be they homes, or specifically designated houses of worship, or simply the created world—can be “thin,” allowing us to glimpse some bit of what may be beyond our immediate realities.

Even more intriguing is the idea that it just may be that in such home-y, or homely spaces, the Infinite resides: waiting for us to wake up and get it: Abundant possibilities; possibilities that are abundant.

Eyes to see and ears to hear, if you will.

Meanwhile, where on earth are my grandmother’s butter knives?

Trish Bennett is the former associate editor of the Main Street News. Her award-winning column, “Between Us,” ran in that paper for many years. She holds a master of science degree in journalism and now lives in Bryn Mawr, Pa., where she currently works at an inner-city elementary school in West Philadelphia with disadvantaged kids as a “library lady” and reading specialist. She can be reached at pwbennett@verizon.net