Monday, 21 September 2020

Gilbreth, Frank + Gilbreth Carey, Elizabeth "Cheaper by the Dozen" and "Belles on their Toes"

Gilbreth, Frank + Gilbreth Carey, Elizabeth "Cheaper by the Dozen" and "Belles on their Toes" - 1948/1950

This is one of the stories where I've seen the movie(s) first. Clifton Webb as Frank Bunker Gilbreth, Myrna Loy as his wife Lillian, they portrayed great parents of a dozen children. Can't imagine what life must have been for them but it seems just very funny in the story.

The same in the book that was written by two of their children, Frank and Elizabeth. They only talk about the love in the family. Of course, they mention that money was always more a rarity than a rule but it sounds as if they didn't miss anything.

Both the parents are scientists and they work on methods how to do anything more efficient. They train young people to work in certain jobs and try out all their findings on their children. As an Esperanto speaker myself, I loved it when they mentioned that their father also wanted them to learn the international language.

Anyway, a hilarious story with lots of love. A feel-good novel. And, by the way, I didn't even try to watch the one with Steve Martin, I'm sure It's too slapstick-y for me.

From the back cover:

"'Dad had enough gall to be divided into three parts.' Dad was Frank B. Gilbreth, to the world a distinguished innovator in scientific factory management, and to his family of six boys and six girls a lively, unpredictable and wholly beloved autocrat.

Their house in Montclair, New Jersey, was a sort of laboratory for the elimination of waste motions - 'motion study' as the elder Gilbreth called it. The children made excellent, if occasionally unwilling, guinea pigs.

Only a motion-study expert could have coped with their temperamental Pierce Arrow (nicknamed 'Foolish Carriage'). But Dad found no difficulty in blowing all three horns (one electric, two of the bulb variety) as he stepped on the gas, steered madly through traffic, puffed on his cigar, cuffed a noisy youngster in the back seat, and bellowed, 'Road hog, road hog,' at the unwary.

The annual trip to their summer home in Nantucket, Massachusetts, was always fraught with drama. They inevitably caused a sensation when they passed through a small town, and were once taken for an entire orphanage on an outing. Stops were, of course, frequent and once when one of the twelve got left behind, the loss was not discovered for several hours.

Democracy was religiously practiced in the Gilbreth family through the medium of the family council. There was the matter of the dog, for instance. Dad firmly believed that 'any pet which didn't lay eggs was an extravagance that a man with twelve children could ill afford.' But the vote was twelve to one, with Mother abstaining, and the dog was added to the general bedlam.

The Gilbreths astounded the Nantucket natives (who considered the Gilbreth homestead - a pair of lighthouses with a cottage squeezed between - a must stopping place for visiting tourists), paralyzed the Montclair schools, and routed the visiting psychiatrists. Their high jinks are faithfully reported by two of the famous dozen in this uproarious book."

5 comments:

  1. I forgot that Cheaper by the Dozen had a sequel! We really liked that one so I’ll try to find Belles. Thanks for posting this, Marianne. ­čÖé

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    1. You're welcome. Happy to have done this. Yes, the book is great and there's also a second movie, Belles on their Toes. Both of them just as hilarious as the first ones.

      Good luck with finding the book. Enjoy.

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  2. I think I read the first one at some point though I remember it not well. I have added it to my 1948 reading list. I once knew a Catholic family who had 12 children. The mother always looked tired.

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    1. I'm sure you'll like it. It's humours and full of love. And you feel like being transported back in time.

      Happy Reading.

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    2. And yes, as you know, just having one child is very tiring. I once was assured by a mother of five that it gets easier with every next one and that you have less work with five than with one. Even though I believed her first statement and found it was true once I had my second, I never believed her second statement.

      And I grew up in a very Catholic area. I knew a few families with lots of children, three houses from us (even though it was at least half a kilometre to their place) had thirteen.

      Did you ever watch the movies?

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