Saturday, December 18, 2010

Furnaces and Frost Memory

The 'heating with coal' method in the 40's was dirty, messy, a lot of work but quite efficient. I believe it was the primary fuel source to heat homes.




An asbestos-covered furnace existed in our cellar. The pipes running from it were also asbestos-covered. In fact, in the grammar school I attended, the asbestos-covered pipes ran all through the hallways. I remember scratching my initials and drawing pictures in the asbestos coverings with my fingernails! (This was done when my parents weren't looking because a strong scolding always resulted, but I couldn't help myself.) Naughty!







Coal slid from the delivery truck down a metal chute which went through our cellar window at the far end of the house. The truck first had to back into our neighbor's driveway to deliver. Then the back of the truck would raise up and tip downward, the chutes would be attached and a lever was pulled to release the coal. The coal was wet, I guess so it wouldn't spark and catch fire!



The coal was hand-shoveled into the furnace and had to be replenished regularly throughout the day. It was brought over to the furnace from the bin across the cellar in a hand-carried pail. When Dad was at work, Mom had to keep the fire going. Dad was away overnight for a day or two periodically. Times were hard then.


The fire had to be remade each morning which was the coldest time of the day. The first task was to remove the old ash from beneath the fire grate (a cast iron grid which held the coal). The grate was raised up to allow air in and to let the ashes fall into a pan, and this pan had to be taken out and up the cellar stairs to the outside driveway besides the house to be emptied. If there was no snow, it was emptied into buckets and kept for future use. The process created clouds of dust. Although most of the ashes did collect in the pan, the space below still needed to be swept out, which made more dust.

Keeping the fire going was really an art in those days. Chimney fires were always a threat when the heat was cranked up. It had something to do with the draft and the draw. If the fire went out, it was a pain to start it up again. I remember balled up newspaper being used. A hot fire in the furnace created the heat necessary to boil the water to make the steam. I remember there was a glass tube on the side of the furnace in which a certain level of water had to be maintained so the steam could build up in the radiators on the first and second floors. Steam heat was the result. How I loved to hear the whistle go off when the steam pressure was released. It meant heat!

It also meant that when I woke up in the morning the gift of an absolutely wonderful and beautiful frost-glazed window was sparkling bright to greet me. - and tempt me. I could now scratch magical designs with my childhood imaginative artwork. Breathing on the frost would enhance the drawings - in my mind! I would redecorate my window at every chance throughout the cold winter.


Indoor Activities

I bought some hair curlers and rolled my hair after showering this AM. I haven't had hair long enough to curl up is soooo many years. It's a pain, but I felt like I needed some sort of change. I bought the kind of curler that has a brush inside and a pick to hold it in place. They HURT! They're WORSE to take out! Guess I always have to experiment with stuff.





Yesterday, my first husband sent me a DVD of some old 8mm movies that he'd been storing in his garage for over 45 years. Somehow, he has put them together in a 1 hour long "movie" on the DVD and thought I'd like to have a copy. It was bittersweet. It shows he and me and our parents and siblings before we were married. It continues on with segments of our wedding, honeymoon trip to FL, a New Year's party in the old log cabin where we first lived, our first child until the age of 1 and then our 2nd child (son who died at age 37) and ends with a shot of our third son as an infant. There is a segment of my (now 71) brother in 1956 performing amateur stunts on his motorcycle.


More to this tale now:


I spent yesterday making my own movie on the computer(s) of just my brother riding. It was an experiment and extreme test of persistence. (I have never used the DVD player on my new computer.) Well, the DVD wouldn't play and froze it. I had to pull the power plug to get outta there!


Sooooo I tried it on the old Y2K computer. That old baby only has a total 80MB hard drive, but---it played! I couldn't get rid of the "controller" because every time I told the computer to "hide controller" the DVD would stop and I had to start all over again! I got the bright idea then to copy the section I wanted of it right off of that computer with my regular digital camera set on movie mode. Then I imported it from my camera into my newer computer and made a short iMovie. I then uploaded it to YouTube and shared it with my brother and his only child, a son with a wild and creative streak, too. They both let me know today that they got a kick out of watching it. I'll attach my link to YouTube for you to see what I did.


Today, my nephew wrote asking me, "Is there ANY way to get a copy of the original file? I want to use it in a video I've been planning for a year now.... Affectionately titled "The Boys" :) " Well I answered him with the information of how to contact my first husband and, get this, they practically live down the street from each other!! YES!


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mi2ouBnQ6Qk


By the way.....The TV was running in the other room when I was shooting the movie of the DVD which was running on an 11 year old computer. I wouldn't tell my husband to turn it down. He's very hard of hearing. Go with the flow rules in this case! I could have made my movie without sound, but didn't.... so people will just have to turn down their volume if they don't like the background sounds!

Thursday, December 16, 2010

My Other Site

Before I had any idea of what I was doing, I put some blogs on "my other site." I just thought you'd someday have time to check out these 4 older posts. (I'm still not sure of what I'm doing!)


BLOG ARCHIVE

Plastic Angel


A recent note from one of my "other sisters" impressed me very much and I quote her message here. She also took the photo of her angel.


"This angel was in my husband's family’s, so she’s about 60 years old. When his mom first gave her to us, 40 years ago, I thought, “She’s plastic,” not the heirloom quality I thought the handpainted one my family had was. Our kids even said, when small, that she looked like a blonde Wonder Woman, but I have come to love her and the Christmas traditions that she represents, and want to share her with all of you! May such treasures and blessings also be yours this season of family, friends love and joy – and the traditions that bring it all – and us – together !"

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Recalled Memory


My friend who sent me the marzipan gift in the previous blog called, Nuts! Nuts! Nuts! has just read the blog and explained "Why Marzipan?" Her mom and I are life-long friends. She is now afflicted with Alzheimer's. Her daughters have always called me "Aunt Gere." This message came from Hawaii via e-mail. Isn't it great? ! !

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

YAY! I am SO glad you like your surprise! When I was a little girl, Mom and I were shopping in a specialty store, and she picked up a package of marzipan fruits. They were in a long, skinny white rectangular box wrapped with cellophane. The fruits were lined up side by side. I can distinctly remember her excitement when she saw them, “Oh, Aunt Gere loves marzipan!” Believe it or not, I can still see her picking them off the high shelf. She handed the box to me and asked me to hold it while she finished her shopping. I was completely captivated by the details of the fruits. They were so real looking! They were a work of art, and I was sure they must taste as incredible as they looked. I must have asked a hundred questions about them (and probably asked if we could get some for me), because I remember Mom telling me how they were hand painted to look real and that they were an “adult” treat. After we finished our shopping, the two of us delivered them to you at your house. You opened the box right then and there, and you offered a small piece to me. I was SO excited and felt very special to be able to share an “adult” treat. (I did not know then what a tremendous sacrifice this was on your part!). I eagerly popped it into my mouth, but unfortunately it did not taste anything like what I thought it would—I was expecting a fruity sensation, not an almond flavor! I was sorely disappointed!

For whatever reason, this memory has stayed with me all these years, and I think of you whenever I see marzipan. Enjoy every bite!

Love,

Sue 8-)

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Holiday James

The Dollar Store had just what I needed for James' holiday attire. The balls and bow and garland all together cost only $7.42. His new hat was made from another sweater that I bought at "The Clothing Closet" a local fire company ladies' auxiliary group that accepts donations. It had not snowed yet, but I knew it would - sometime. It's November 28 and he is ready! Meet Jolly Jaunty James.


Since it hasn't snowed yet, I made snow for him! And then a greeting card, just in case it didn't really snow in time for sending.


December 5 - IT SNOWED!


Greeting cards are finished and sent December 14.

Nuts! Nuts! Nuts!


The UPS truck rarely stops at our home. Last night's delivery was a surprise. The box read, "Nuts Online" so I figured it had to be from someone who knew I was a bit nutty, BUT...I can't eat nuts! I have no "chewers" so it had to be from someone who didn't realize that fact.

The next thing strange was the delivery label. It was an address we had up until 1997 when we moved to the other side of the lake. Who hasn't contacted me since 1997???

Mystery solved. The greeting inside revealed a dear sweet friend from Hawaii, with whom I've been only e-mailing and not "snail-mailing."

The best part of the surprise was that this friend remembered that my favorite, my VERY favorite candy is marzipan!! And, although it comes in many different shapes and forms, the fruits are the ones for me; limes, strawberries, oranges, peaches and apples!

I cannot express enough the thrill when I saw them. It's an extremely strong willed person like me, who loves marzipan and doesn't immeditely rip into it and gobble it all up in one sitting. I WILL do that, I promise you, when I'm better prepared and then hit the sack with a superb sugar high.

Addendum: This morning when my husband was disposing of the shipping container the candy came in, I had painful moments because of laughing so hard. He had opened the box to fold and compact it for recycling, not realizing it was full of packing peanuts and they went all over the floor. Have you ever tried to hand pick up those little white puffy nuts? Well NUTS! is all he could say. There are now nuts to eat, nuts for shipping, and a nut on the floor.

Thursday, November 18, 2010

Hardships? Maybe Some...

Someone recently commented to me, "I can't believe you've never had a manicure." My reply was something like, "I can't miss something I've never had." That was that. Today my mind drifted back to that comment so here I am again - writing about having, missing, wanting, needing - you get the idea.

I've never had a manicure, a pedicure, a relaxing massage, a facial, a waxing; what else is there I should include?

I have had a clothes washer and clothes drier. I haven't had either for the past 15 years. I miss them! Oops! Forgot that I don't have a "real" dishwasher anymore either.

I don't miss, want or need the personal care services, but I could make good use of a clothes washer! The trip to town is only five miles each way. There is a singular small laundromat there, but to it I go - every week or at least once every ten days.

Spring Summer


It seems to be such a waste of time, waiting for the process to be complete. In the warm weather, I hang clothes outdoors. Ummmmm! Good vibes and wonderful smells emit from freshly air dried laundry. In cold weather, there I wait and wait and wait, contemplating all sorts of projects yet to be completed at home.

Winter



It is what it is. My choice. It's FINE! YEP!

Monday, November 15, 2010

James is Ready for Winter


I used seven 14" sections for the scarf. You can't see the other colors (in back) of red and grey. I made them 12 inches wide. He is larger around than I thought! Maybe when it rains the fleece will stretch some more. It was cheap! $2.94 yard at Walmart. I bought only 12 inches of the seven colors and only used 1/4 of each color, so I have enough left over for 3 more scarves! That's why I used the colors I did. The patterned fleece was costlier. My sweater-cut-off-into-hat worked well. My pom-pom is attached with a very large safety pin (aluminum knitting holder). The yarn for the pom costs over half as much as the fleece! I remembered how to make them and made it large. All in all, I like it! We'll see how well it lasts through rain and snow. If it doesn't, well then I'll have to think up another way to keep him warm!

Now if it would only snow I could take another photo and use it for holiday greeting cards!

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Persimmons Payoff

This September caper happened in a campground by the ocean in the state of South Carolina.



You would have loved to see me go to the one and only (that I could find) persimmon tree every early morning for two weeks to sit on my golf cart and wait for a persimmon to fall! Let me explain: There were many already on the ground, but they were bruised, rotting and bitten. The squirrels get to them first, leaving remains of seedless fruit everywhere - even on the picnic tables and electric hookup fixtures at the campsites.



As soon as I would see or hear one fall, I gathered it, put into my plastic cup and waited for another. After gathering about 5 each morning, I went home, washed and put my treasures in the refrigerator. One morning I even took a straw broom with me and whacked at the branch but none would release and fall! After I had two pounds of them, I had a friend find a persimmon jelly recipe on the internet and made jelly! (I went to another neighbor to weigh my fruit on her bathroom scale to be sure I had enough!) Looking back, I guess everyone knows by now that I'm harmless.


What a mess this project made with my meager kitchen equipment when making the pulp. It was sticky and gooey stuff everywhere, but I was determined. After the jelly had cooled and I tasted it, I didn't like it! Too sour. I added some more honey, took a roll of Pillsbury biscuits, flattened each out, put a glob of jelly in the middle, topped it with another flattened dough piece, pinched all around, dunked in sugar and baked TARTS! Now THEY were delicious! I shared with my assistants - researcher and weighmaster, who also agreed wonders will never cease.


The end of this story is that another neighbor told me she has tubs of the stuff frozen at home in NC and will bring some to me the next time. Well, she did and then proceeded to share her persimmon pudding that she baked for me to taste. It's really a cake and delicious. I now have her recipe and will share it. She also will bring me more tubs when we're both at our beach places in South Carolina so I don't have to make my own pulp again! Whew!



Monday, August 23, 2010

Reflecting and Contemplating

1937

I had a really good childhood during the 30's and never knew I was living in an economically stressed time. The only indication I consciously knew there were "problems" was during the time my dad took our cat and her kittens to a farm because they were" too much." My twin sisters had just been born. The year was 1942. I enjoyed the privileges of being an only child until I was three. When my brother was born, I don't remember any changes and, after the twins came, I still don't remember feeling less important or neglected at all. My ego and self esteem and self-importance were completely undamaged and elevated. I absolutely lived in my own happy world. I was the apple of my father's eye, my uncle's eyes, my grandpa's eyes and I knew it.


As a young teen I still felt special. Perhaps it was because my mother spent so much time and effort promoting modeling aspirations with me. I don't remember wanting to be a model, but being considered to be "pretty" my best guess is that my mother wanted it both for herself and me. She was on a mission and I was also to benefit??


That lasted until I was around fifteen and by then, I had become confident, bold and even adventurous, relying on both my higher than average intelligence and appearance. My emotional stability was ruined at age seventeen when the first and only real love of my life married someone else. It was my own fault, because I turned him down by refusing to live in a trailer on a marine base. I didn't know that a trailer was a home and thought it was a big ugly box that is usually pulled behind a truck! Complete miscommunication through written correspondence did the damage to my psyche. It was a naive and costly mistake. I now trace this crisis back to the beginning of my innermost self and personality deterioration and future reconstructions.


1955

I married at nineteen, not having any idea about how to keep house, raise children, and take good care of myself and a husband as well. Now, I guess that's because I believe I was taught by example and not by actual and clear communication. Yes, I knew how to bake, sew, iron, launder, and work hard. No, I didn't realize that children had needs other than being kept clean, safe, well fed and sheltered. I knew about discipline and thought that was what was expected of a mother. Love? That was assumed, wasn't it? Having full responsibility of caring for four kids under the age of five was one I did to my best understanding of the qualities belonging to a mother and wife. My kids were never left alone, dirty, or hungry and their injuries were promptly treated. Their emotional needs weren't considered. I hadn't grasped that. It never registered in my mind to be a duty. It just didn't come naturally.


1960


At age twenty-five I divorced and remarried.


1962

Things went well through my 30's, and two more children were born.


1968 1970

In my 40's my self esteem had almost totally recovered when an unsuspected striking blow of infidelity crippled and almost killed me. Hate and jealousy zoomed forward. Trust and restraint and power vanished. It's a wonder I ever returned to be alive. But I did and without professional help or medication.


Then, in my 50's, a son's mental illness and alcoholism took me to the bottom of the pit again. I tried with all my might and every way imaginable to save him and failed. Finally, in my 60's I let him go and recovered. The encumbrance of perceived responsibility was released and restoration hurdles were again cleared. There are lasting effects, however. Hurt once, I turned away. Hurt twice, I walked away. Hurt thrice, I ran away. I've stayed away. Now I trust no one but myself. I NEED space - much space. I NEED release and escape. I am bound by my roots. I want to be understood, but I don't understand. I've returned, but all of me is not here. Much was lost.

GMR 8/23/10







Friday, August 20, 2010

Back 38 Years Ago.......


In 1972 my Pop was 65 and fishing at the lake in Pennsylvania where he and my Mom had built a log cabin, named "Tranquillity." It was a quiet and peaceful retreat for them from their New Jersey home and active lives.

Yesterday, when my husband was searching for a red and white "daredevil" lure, he looked to the bottom of the ancient tackle box. The rugged and dilapidated old-fashioned box has remained in a storage shed on the property where we now live, and under a multitude of broken parts and sundry fittings, there he discovered the license. It was in pristine condition, protected all through the years by a deteriorating plastic pin-on holder.

Reminders of the past seem to come forward quite often in our present. I wonder what our past reminder will show up in someone's future.

A non-resident license today costs $52.70!

The Tree Stump Carving

Part 6

For four months the stump aged and then time was found to create "James."


The carver is my friend. His wife was one of my 4-H club members 35 years ago!

I have kept touch with her through the years and they have 4 kids. The oldest (daughter) took over a large Arabian horse farm nearby us a couple of years ago. Our daughter took lessons there for several years when she was small and one of our mares was boarded there to foal because she was accidently bred already when I bought her and she gave birth in January. She and I camped out in the tack room and saw the foal born. The carver's wife worked at that farm then and still does now - for her daughter!

Small world! The past sometimes returns - in a different way at a different time. I guess the saying, "What goes around, comes around." is true.



The carver has done all our tree work here and for that, I'm grateful. He works a full time job, does the hay for his daughter's farm, trims and cuts trees AND sometimes carves! He's also a great father to his other son (17) and his twin sons (13). I'm privileged to know them all.


I gave him full artistic license to let the stump talk to him and carve as he determined. The large bleeding knot on the right side of the stump was the deciding factor in what way "James" would face. How wonderful the result!


I call him the "Guardian of the Cabin." His likeness resembles my great-grandfather, James Marshall.












Wednesday, July 14, 2010

Culinary Masterpiece

Come on-a my house - I giv-a you cookies!


Good old fashioned soft molasses cookies from scratch!

My very own at-home cookie monster is already at work.

H U R R Y !

(Who counts calories anyway?)


Monday, July 12, 2010

Corny Lesson


Bodacious and Silver Queen

~The Bodacious hybrid is great eating and is still delicious well after harvest. The ears are about 8 inches long with 16-18 rows of kernels. The Bodacious hybrid does better in warm soils.



~The Silver Queen hybrid is a very popular white corn with 8 inch ears. The ears grow 14-16 rows of delicious kernels. The Silver Queen variety of corn is widely adapted to many different areas.



Hybrid: Hybrid seeds are seeds grown from the crossing of 2 parent plants to produce a new offspring. Most hybrids are an F1 variety, meaning that they are a first generation hybrid. Hybrid seeds incorporate the desirable traits of both parents to make strong plants.


Hybrid seed cannot be saved, as the seed from the first generation of hybrid plants does not reliably produce true copies, therefore, new seed must be purchased for each planting.

~Butter and Sugar kernels are yellow and white with delicious flavor. Ears are plump and sweet. This very sweet bi-color variety is great for eating fresh or freezing and canning. Ears grow about 7 1/2 inches long with 12 to 14 rows of kernels. They grow on tall, vigorous stalks.

Corn Fed

Here in the country, a local farmer brings his produce to town. He sets up in a vacant parking lot. Corn is all the rage now. It sells for 45¢ an ear and is well worth it.

The first we had was "Silver Queen" but it wasn't mature enough to suit me. This week it's "Butter and Sugar" and is WONDERFULLY delicious!Our favorite is "Bodacious" but he doesn't grow that variety. It's the one Ed used to plant here many years ago.

The first step is to find the large kettle which is stored waaaay in the back of the cupboard as it isn't used often.


The Hunt


Isn't it BEAUTIFUL!!! Yes! Corn is beautiful.

Satisfying too! YUM.