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Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Eating in Retirement

I have always been known as a great cook.  I think it is genetic, coming from both grandmothers but mostly from Rose, my mother's mother with whom I spent most of my developmental days.  In my  career days, there was not so much time to cook nightly feasts, but we always had good solid meals at home and we always ate dinner together.  Steve's friends sometimes joined us.  

I have more time now being retired to plan and prepare in the kitchen and I admit to going in spurts.  But now that our last of autumnal days approach and the wet rainy almost snow appears, it is time for kitchen creativity.  I have posted some things on facebook, when I remember to take a quick photo but tonight's dinner was so good, I feel like bragging. I am sorry that I am away from friends in CA who are scattered all across the country, because we would have enjoyed a nice meal together this evening.

This evenings menu was first class:  Stuffed beef tenderloin--from Festival Market in La Crosse, WI, so I cannot take credit for the stuffing this time of blue cheese, mushrooms and bacon.  The flavors were excellent and beef so tender it  was cut with our butter knives.  We have some left over for tomorrow night. 

With the cold MN weather we do not grill outside as we used to do year round in CA so it has been a challenge to roast meats in the oven and or toaster oven or occasionally the George Foreman or Panini Grill.

To accompany the grand meat, sauteed mushrooms, great green salads with blue cheese crumbles and pecans and sliced red grapes  and a repeat of roasted asparagus.  We both love sauteed mushrooms and enjoy them frequently, sliced  right into the skillet into  hot olive oil and butter, sprinkled with minced garlic and pepper, ummmmm. It was only a few years ago that I learned not to wash the mushrooms.  Previously I had rinsed them very heavily and sometimes soaked them floating in water to get the dirt out.  I had heard that they did not need to be washed but I have a phobia about washing everything and recent news of salmonella and  e coli seem to validate my technique.    However watching Paula Deen and hearing her admonish a guest to "Nevah wash a mushroom it makes them watery" I decided to try her technique, wipe them clean with a damp cloth.  I have found they saute so much better instead of being drowned as I had done.  It does take longer, to individually scrub them, but again, I have more time in retirement.

I am very  fond of salads, maybe it was a California habit.  To me a meal is not complete without a  fresh green salad.  I was shocked when we moved to the Midwest and found the salad bars a poor excuse for greenery.  Cole slaw was as close as it got and a salad locals relished which absolutely turned my nose--a  combination of elbow macaroni and peas and bits of yellow cheese (ala Velveeta)  bound together with heavy mayo or salad dressing.  I still cannot imagine eating that as a salad, but they do around here.  I have since found restaurants where they serve good salads, in fact the Mayo Franciscan hospital cafeteria in La Crosse has one of the best salad bars in what is a great cafeteria.  We have taken visiting friends to the hospital cafeteria to eat, they cannot believe it but have to agree once they experience the food.

 I enjoy my green salads and this evening when I had no greens had to dash to Quillins up in town to pick up a bag of Romaine chopped at $2.69.  A bit pricey but then if I want a salad so be it.  There is  plenty there for about 3 meals for the two of us.  Jerry does not like all the adventuresome additions that I do as he is almost a purist, to him a salad is lettuce of some sort and maybe onions; he even prefers his tomatoes sliced  alongside, not mixed in.  But tonight he was at my mercy and had mixed romaine with pecans, sliced red grapes, sliced red onion and blue cheese crumbles; bell pepper on mine only he does not eat that.  While I enjoy a vinaigrette dressing or a balsamic he likes creamy blue cheese.

So tonight was excellent dining again here.  We seem to have hit it big this week with the stuffed pork chops the other evening.  As I said I go in spurts.  Sometimes I just can't think of what to cook and then the meal can be dreary.  What about you?  What's your favorite?  Oh, I love casseroles and he not so much but when it's what's for dinner he is captive.

After our southern sojourn I was taken in with the delicious biscuits.  I did now how to make excellent biscuits once, years and years ago.  But as with other skills, the technique was lost from not being used.  I am now back to brushing up.  The other evening I produced a semblance of biscuits, but I was not satisfied.  I will keep trying  because I have vowed to no longer buy the zip open cans from the grocery store.  There is no comparison between those and real home made southern biscuit.  Tomorrow I will try the recipe from Rena, my 94 year old friend in CA who whipped them up in a heart beat.      Ummmmmm.

Monday, November 7, 2011

Catching up and falling back on time

Red bush off back deck.
I have just been  far too entertained with domestic chores and laundry for days to write, even having to skip my favorite Sepia Saturday again this past weekend.  Time sure can roll along quickly most days.  Right now I am taking a quick refresh break from many outdoor chores as we are enjoying a sunny lovely fall day.  I am especially thrilled that the bush off our back deck has restored itself to brilliant reds after an absence of a few dismal years.  When we moved here that first fall it was a brilliant red, but not so much since, a splash of a red leaf here and there only.  But this year, it is back to its red.  I don't know what kind it is but many folks around here have these although no one identifies them.  The local nursery was no help.  This is the bush  where I have sprouted blooms of wine bottles the last couple years amongst it's foilage on  barren limbs that did not leaf out.   I am curious if it only does a red show every so many years. 

This weekend was the autumnal  time change when we gain the hour of sleep, daylight savings, I like that.  But I do not like that it will now be dark about 4:30 PM and surely by 5:00PM this far north.  And another think, I dislike  resetting all the clocks and watches and electronics in the house.  Well, I am fortunate that time changers are Jerry's tasks and fortunately all the computers, cell, and cable TV monitors and the bedroom alarm clock reset themselves.  That still leaves the  clocks on the stove, microwave, under the kitchen counter radio, watches and other  old clocks for manual adjustments and of course, the vehicles.

I think of Aunt Jinx who got tired of all the  resetting of her various clocks and so she left the stove clock alone to be "right half the year or so" as she said when I would visit and tell her the clock was wrong and would offer to change it. The right time half the year was good enough for her and she said she did not look at that clock anyway. 

Today I made my first time change mistake, because while the mechanical apparatuses (apparati?) are reset, my body is not and we had not changed the clock in my SUV.  So on my way to Curves this morning and the post office, I decided to first swing into the library to visit LaVonne, our librarian and a friend whom I've not seen since we returned home.  But when I arrived the doors were locked, I  checked the sign posted and thought, well it is 10:30 and they open at 10:00 so why are the doors locked?

Because it was not 10:30 as my vehicle clock displayed but only 9:30.  Oh well, I had other errands and a work out awaiting and everything is convenient in our town so I could return later.  I had saved a front page article from the  Durham, NC newspaper about the necessity of libraries for real research in this time of Googling.  The article pointed out that not all reference material in libraries and research centers has been digitized nor made available on the internet. The analysis by Duke University students and the librarians concluded that the need for libraries is still vital for accurate in depth research.  Hooray for Duke! 

There the students bring their laptops to the library to compose on while using the massive reference materials.  It reminded me of my days as a college student at the Allegheny Library and home trips to Carnegie in Pittsburgh.  Somehow, I think it a disservice if college students do not have to avail themselves of a library but merely Google for information.  Knowing how to conduct research using reference materials is becoming a dying art, so LaVonne told me as she looked at the photos of the  volumes of materials on the shelves.  We commiserated on how we would thrill at the hunt for information in the our old college days among the massive tomes. For me it was not only college days, I used the reference materials at the California State Library numerous times during my career as an analyst when preparing legislation and testimony; how does it work today, a quick Google and there are the facts as we found them? 
Shallow analysis at best, I suppose.

The same newspaper had an extensive article about why books would not become obsolete nor replaced by  electronic readers for many reasons including that printed volumes abound, are cheaper than the ereads and   one can share a book.  Most interesting was the amazing new data showing that the aging eyes are not meant for extensive online reading.  I can verify that newest  study finding.  I spend lots of time at my computer.  However I do not like to read pages and pages of narrative material on line, I find it tires my eyes.  No surprise in this study that revealed lack of blinking and lubrication to the eyes is a common malady with ereaders and computers and that for people beyond a certain age, this is not a good thing.  Hah another reason to stick with the books.

Piles of leaves that Jerry has blown from the yard
Awaiting grinding in the mulcher and shredder and then
transport up the hill to the rose garden in the front.
Well, More to do outside to enjoy this sunshine.  Tomorrow later a wet front is  moving in.  We intend  to spread  leaf mulch over the rose garden to winterize them,  but may not finish this today.  It  is a glorious day to take in sunshine and great fresh air and blue sky.  Later....

Our smallest maple tree, still has many leaves
to come down.  Our motor home awaits movement
 to its winter house

Saturday, October 29, 2011

So Much for Durham and NC

The joy of being able to reunite in different parts of the country and spend time with almost life long friends is a blessing we cannot take for granted.  Still, we are both unenamored with this Durham, Chapel Hill, Cary, Raleigh, etc. area of North Carolina. Jerry pegged it right, the roads are such as were designed by the early bootleggers to hide from 'de Revnooers'  back in the woods when they made and ran White lightning'.  Trees and forests all over disclose one development from another or it would resemble the waste land of California.  The forests hide that from view so for a time, inhabitants can delude themselves that they live in rural areas.  Go no further than the nearest road or street intersection where all meet in their cars, traffic on the interstates is just like California.  Too much and too many. We laughed that at least in CA there seemed to be an engineered design to roads and  freeways, not so here; we find ourselves going in circular routes and  cork springs because that is the road design.  "Hey we already passed the Apex exit,"  "OMG there is another one"  as we watch the signs on our way to our friends and then back home to the RV.  "Are we going round in circles?"

I spent two days, Tuesday and Wednesday confined to quarters in the motor home, taking lots of vitamin C, sipping plenty of hot tea with honey and just resting between reading and stitching to get rid of the yucks.  My throat is still slightly sore today, Saturday but that is from the bout of coughing that stirred up last night which also  left me with sore sides.  I wonder if my theory that every so many years one has to get sick to develop immunity from colds and the like holds true.  I have not had anything since January 2009 after we returned from Steve's funeral and I wondered if I would ever be well again.  Though that I am sure was from the stress of grief that left me depleted and unable to ward off anything.  I do not like to take all these various cold and cough medicines, which have terrible aftertastes and generally make me feel worse, but I did resort to DayQuil tablets so we could get back with our friends on Thursday. 
They settled in Cary, NC because that is where their son and family fled to from CA.  While their address is Cary, they live south of Cary between Cary and Apex in an area designated something or other Hills.  I had a JCPenney's gift certificate that would expire on October 30, which was burning a hole or two in my purse, so the four of us journeyed to the local mall near them and while we women  shopped, our husbands entertained themselves at the food court, and awaited us.  I don't know why we dragged the men along, that was at her insistence.  I told her to let them stay home, after all, I never drag Jerry along shopping nor would he agree to accompany me.    But certificate successfully spent plus additional on my  credit card, we were returned to their home.
There was an incidence at JC's that reminded me of how my friend can behave when she starts to ride what my grandma would have called her "high horse."  You see Alicia is Panamanian and was raised with servants, maids, etc.  While she and Nevin were in the US Army ambassador corps in Guatemala, they also had house servants.  Evidently she became very accustomed to talking down to these servants and being what I consider downright rude and demanding.  I cannot understand this, because although I have been known to lose my temper when not treated well, I see no reason to be discourteous to someone working in a store, nor to talk down to  others.   
We were at the jewelry counter in JC's where the sales clerk had graciously agreed to ring up my purchases.  This was also strange, most JC's have central check out registers these days but not this one; registers are in the individual departments, but that assumes one can find a sales clerk working in that department to ring up purchases.   After my purchase, Alicia inquired about the class rings displayed and the cashier explained that those were special order, etc.  To which Alicia popped off from high on her horse to the sales lady.  I explained to Alicia that what she was asking for was something only a  full scale jeweler would do, replacing a stone in a ring and the sales lady echoed that.  Alicia was badgering and at first I walked away, wondering to myself, "why does she do that?"  Then something snapped in me and I turned back quickly, "Please excuse my friend, she's from Panama" as if that excuses such behavior.  Alicia looked sheepish because she realized the tone she had been using.  After all, that sales lady had been gracious and she did not deserve such a tongue lashing over nothing in her control.    As we left, my friend who was not even a paying customer, just asking for information that was not there in that place, and I talked about this behavior, , which she just slips into, especially when she sees herself above others.  I suppose at 75 years of age behavior will not change, but the first step to remedy is identification.  The episode reminded me of how perhaps one cannot overcome environment and I suppose if one is raised to talk down to others that behavior becomes natural.  Incomprehensible to me. But we are friends and that is that.

We did have a delightful day seeing all the local commercial developments, hidden amongst tall pines, visiting and then their son and family, two little girls ages 6 1/2  and 8 joined us for dinner at their home while the daughter who lives in VA called long distance and we all talked on speaker phone, a grand reunion.  Our next visit to these parts will not involve motor home, we will avail ourselves of our friends' offer to stay in their guest bedroom and just drive our vehicle.  Because they live in one of those development community with home owner association fees, we could not even park our motor home in their driveway, such activity prohibited and enforced.  Anything they do to their homes must first be approved by the community association.  That does not appeal to either of us.  Why own a home and be  overseen?  It was a dark ride  back tot he motor home though.  Even the interstates are not lit down here in the moonshine country.  Traffic makes plenty of lights but even in MN and WI  where winters are dark as well as cold, the interstate and high way signs are visible with lighting. 
  Yesterday we went to the Duke Homestead and Tobacco Museum only six miles from here,  where I relearned again the huge influence the tobacco industry had on the south and the Industrial revolution era.  Jerry enjoyed close up looks at all the gears, etc. and intricacies of the machinery used in the factories.  I had never seen tobacco seeds which look like pepper, so fine that only an ounce seeds many acres.  The crop takes 13 months and can be grown in sandy poor soil.  We both enjoyed the old advertising signs and the like and even saw relics, the cigarette machines.

I am not a smoker and am forever thankful that it is a diminishing phenomena, even here in NC there is no smoking in the restaurants.  But that has affected the southern economy which thrived on tobacco a great deal.  This Duke museum is small, staffed by Duke University students and free admission, while donations are accepted. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Duke_Homestead_and_Tobacco_Factory   Wikipedia shows the original homestead building and where George Duke began the American Tobacco company drying leaves in a small shack. http://www.nchistoricsites.org/duke/

Very interesting especially the philanthropy of the  Duke family donating the land and building  what is now world famous Duke University, Duke Medical center and even building schools, churches, clinics, etc.  The buildings in Durham were far ahead of their time, structures reminiscent of the grand style of Europe.  This same philanthropy happened in the Winston Salem area with the Reynolds tobacco family.   Actually the Dukes were the first to get into advertising spending lots of money at a time such activity did not happen.  I learned that collectible  baseball cards are descendants of early cigarette package cards.  At first the Duke family included cards of women vaudeville acts or acrobats with the cigarettes, but after a minister wrote to complain about the "lascivious women cards" they switched to sports figures, precursors to  modern day sports football and baseball cards.  I also learned that the "bull pen" in baseball on our minds now as the World Series has been played, came from tobacco,  Bull Durham no less.  I also learned that as far back as the  1600"s  there was controversy about the affect of and the desirability of smoking tobacco. 

The temperature had dropped 30 degrees from the day before and it was feeling cold and drizzly so we did not wander outside long to explore the old homestead building. Today it is off to a big local farmer's market and Hillsboro a historic settlement,.  After coughing most of last night, I slept in very late but this is our last day here and at least I out waited the rain.  It is to clear up as now  and though it will not be the high  70 degrees we enjoyed the rain has receded, moving north east, the same storm that brought an early "onion snow" to Pittsburgh area at home in PA. This is too early for snow!  Not even Halloween.  We have not had that dusting in MN and for that I am thankful, will it be a long hard winter? 

Monday, October 24, 2011

Birchwood RV Park Durham NC

So we are at our destination in Durham, Birchwood RV, the only RV park in the area other than a very expensive KOA in Raleigh.  http://birchwoodrv.com/  A beautiful forest like setting as we look out this morning the sun is way up there over the tall pines which block satellite TV reception.  Getting here was a big challenge with Godfrey, the new GPS who took us alongside a shopping center.  The area has lots of development but Godfrey although newly purchased in  April this year is out of date and is just plain whacko.  Somehow we arrived intact despite my fears that we were entering a scene of Deliverance.  The neighbor next door from AZ came  right over saying, "welcome to Deliverance."  We had a laugh at that as well as his tshirt which said, "I drink to make people interesting." He was towing a Hummer 2, a smaller version which I believe I would have had to have if we had stayed in Northern CA; my  fascination with the smaller Hummers is unexplainable.

  Pham the resident manager whose brother owns the  park is quite a character, a Vietnamese boat person, survivor, conservative and the agile happy go lucky  guy in charge who runs a safe place, "no trouble here."  With the experiences of his life he has learned to enjoy one moment at a time.  By our arrival I was beside myself, wondering how and where we were and was this trip worth it.  Two minutes with Pham who encouraged us to stay the week, "more cheaper that way" I felt better.  He later said, "I see you were trouble so I make you laugh."  Perceptive person. Another of his favorite sayings, "Oh we gonna' be in deep deep trouble now."

The people in the coach behind us were also at the rally  in Winston Salem and have lived here as full time RV'ers.  She told me more about Pham,  who calls the local cops if he suspects the strangest thing from the residents of the  mobile home park on the hill.  She says Pham is one in a million and I have already seen that.  They sold their home near here and travel between Durham where one son lives  and their other son in southern CA and visit family in FL along the way. Her husband is a retired computer program mer and  says he picks up odd jobs along their travels to supplement their retirement.  She has had medical issues about which she did not elaborate and says she is bound to enjoy life while she has it and do things while she can.  Good advice.

Neighbors on the other side are from South Dakota and have been here  six weeks but are leaving tomorrow. Showing me a picture on his phone of a big full sized pig and then two pot bellies which were in a corral up the path, he said, the woman driving her RV alone  was a retired surgeon who had rescued the pigs and brought them by trailer. Once long ago in CA I had the desire to get a pot bellied pig as a pet, a notion which Jerry vetoed without due consideration.  I thought they were cute and so on, but Jerry was vehement that no pig could live in our house.   By now you get the drift that everyone is a neighbor in these RV sites which makes for interesting conversations if you enjoy talking with people and hearing their stories as I do.  

It is only 91 miles here from Winston Salem much shorter than our directions courtesy of Good Sam travel planner indicated.  Once we were set up, I had a couple loads of clothes to wash and was happy to be all hooked up again from our semi-dry camping at the Rally.  Yesterday morning was our planned departure and at 9:00AM all electricity was shut off.  We thought that rude and so much for southern hospitality.  Fortunately we are self contained but what a surprise.  That is just one reason why we are unlikely to attend any other FMCA rallies.  Why not announce that instead of just unplugging everyone?   We have been spoiled at the Fleetwood Owners Association rallies and will stick to those.

We have been sleeping in late for us and not moving early this trip to the south.  Maybe it is dark earlier in the morning here or maybe we have a case of the retired lazies, but 8:00 or even 8:30AM is very  late for us.  Of course Jerry was recovering from his bout of   sore throat, cough, etc and I don't know what my excuse has been.  Although yesterday I started to feel a bit tired and head congestion. 

For two people who never get sick to both catch something on the trip is annoying.  Saturday  evening we skipped the entertainment at the rally because I just did not feel like trekking back and forth in the dark.  The neighbors here who also were at the rally said they did the same thing.  In my case I had not been sleeping well for a couple nights and decided it was just too much stimulation in the evenings and then the cold walk back to the coach awakened me.  I am so accustomed to my quiet reading time an hour or so before bedtime that my mind and or body were rebelling at the absence of quiet. 

Today we are off to visit with our long time friends from CA who moved here after we left CA.  They have visited us several times in MN and this is our first trip to NC, seemed each time we planned something in life switched the plan.  The four of us go back to about 1969 in Fair Oaks; for a time Nevin was in Vietnam with the army and Alicia who is Panamanian stayed there with the kids. When we are together she and I both talk  at the same time, making others ears very numb, but I learned this technique long ago with her otherwise I would not get in a word.  We both can keep up with our dual conversations to the amazement of observers.  There is something beyond the familiar or comfort in these long time connections, that is unexplainable.   Perhaps surviving life's bumps and billows leaves us with a deeper appreciation of knowing one another.

Our AZ neighbor departed this AM and another coach  has just  pulled in with "Christian Music Ministries" painted over their windshield, traveling minstrels perhaps.   Weather is once again optimal here in NC, temperatures in the high 70"s today and possibly 80. That is all good. 

Friday, October 21, 2011

October 20 44 years and a musical night

Yesterday"s cold wind here in Winston Salem found us bundled while walking to the various activities on the fairgrounds.  Our 44th anniversary ended in the evening with a concert by Sarah Getto, a 26 year old woman musician who was born blind.  This post is a bit upside down as I include  a link to YouTube so you can hear this talented young lady perform : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N1YQaFAjl44;    While the Rally registration advertised that the 82 Airborne Chorus would be serenading last night as we all know, things change and so do planned events, so we had to quickly get over our disappointment of celebrating our 44th anniversary with the 82nd.  Sarah's concert moved up a night; she sings and plays many musical instruments and records her own background music for performances, she is an accomplished pianist,  plays drums, fiddle, etc. and harmonizes with herself in the accompaniment; I have not heard that technique since Connie Francis.  Dad is her on stage manager, which gets a  bit tiresome  while Mom is ever in the background.  We learned that Sarah chose to attend public schools and Mom read her textbooks to her through high school and college because not all were available in Braille and even then she was accomplished making all A's.  One of Dad's tidbits was that Sarah has never had a boyfriend, no kidding with Mom and Dad by her side, how could that work?  Her selections include Carpenters, country and pop; she stated that she  plays older music--50"s and 60"s because she "does not like today's music" which suited the crowd.

Yesterday morning I attended a lecture about the Museum of Early Southern  Decorative Arts (MESDA) by Daniel  Ackerman, the associate curator.  Very interesting about  the Museum's founding int he 70"s, ongoing activities and the artisans' work dating back to founding of Winston Salem by the Moravians in the 1700"s.  I was open mouthed when he showed a slide of their  card catalogue and microfiche system--it is an antiquated old card file system with the card file boxes, the like of which I have not seen since I was a teen at People's Library in New Kensington.  While it is open to the public for research, I wonder how many today even know how to use an old card file system?  Currently there is a grant for the techies from Wade Forrest to digitize and bring the system into the current times. 

After lunch of complimentary hot dogs, I had time to vist all the vendors and do some shopping.  My lip paint lady who follows the rallies and also sells all things microfiber was here, although she has  changed lines for the lip paint, I was able to get a new supply.  This is really the only product I have found to work, those sold  at Walgreens are just not the same and these really do last all day.  I also purchased a beautiful gold cuff filigree bracelet from a woman who has the jewelry made in Canada, along with another pair of gold and silver hoop earrings with 14kt gold posts.  On the way out, a vendor with pashima scarves caught my eye and although I had brought along a Burberry cashmere scarf for the return trip home, a pashima would work just great around my neck against the winds.   I acquired a gorgeous salmon colored orange one just great for the fall season.  I should have brought along the pretty tan and paisley patterened one Sandy gave me a  few years ago, but I did not expect cold winds.  Such is the live of RV travel in autumn, one canot be assurred of the weather. 

There was time in the afternoon for a trip to the immense Goodwill Store nearby, where many college students and just all sorts of people were shopping.  It is the biggest I have ever seen, but not  well organized as at homes.  The books are just on shelves, without regard to author, alphabetical, genre, etc and all the housewares are scattered among many shelves.  We deduced that with the volume of people pawing through the merchandise there would be no way to keep it straight.  I  found a cute little Boyd's like teddy bear witch on a swing with a ghost and Haloween pumpkin near,  for $1, it had to come to the RV. I also found two small ceramic bunnies that will go  with my Easter collection.  $3 for everything, was a bargain. 

We ate at Putters Patio and Grill, a local landmark restaurant, poplular with the college students and locals; had excellent prime cut steaks--a ribeye for Jerry and a filet for me.  A bit pricey but for prime beef and advertised as the Best in Winston Salem, it was worth the $$, and a fitting meal for our 44th.   Jerry had an incident with the pepper grinder on the table, while it was not  dispensing pepper and he was twisitng away, the  cap came off and pepper corns shot all over.  A student (very polite, handsome young guy) in the booth across came to the rescue and gave us his pepper grinder while the waiter scooped all the loose corns and offered to get Jerry a new salad because his was filled with errant pepper corns.  I was so impressed with the  young man across from us who was soon joined by another equally handsome clean cut student and then two lovely young gals; they were all seniors at Wake Forrest and all are obviously becoming educated, polite adults. There was none of the four letter word vocabulary used by CA students non of the grunge attire, their jeans were clean and not laden with holes; and they were actually discussing the difficulties of some  of their courses and a question on one class dialogue.   I understand Wake Forrest has high academic standards and these four were certainly proof of that.   Hate to sound snobby but they reminded me of myself and my college days, when learning was important not just getting a degree, standards were higher and good manners were expected.   We learned that the pepper rescuer is from PA near Johnstown, what a coincidence, and is on his way to becoming a pharmacist, both girls aspire to be doctors and the other boy something in the medical field.  Very reassuring to see young people like this. 

It was an early dinner so we could return to the Rally site and take in the evening entertainment with Sarah.  Today is bright sunshine and a trip downtown to Salem, the site of the early Moravians is on the agenda.  I missed this morning's  9:30 AM lecture,  having slept fitfully, I did not arise early to clean up and get myself off.   If I have any complaints about this Rally it is the early schedule. Evidently these people are advocates of early to bed and early to rise.  

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Winston Salem more fall colors more art

We arrived at the fairgrounds, Winston Salem, NC  yesterday after a beautiful drive, 148 miles in 2 hours and  40 minutes, along I 40 from Asheville while gazing at ever extensive fall colors.  We are set  for the duration of this FMCA RV Rally,  along with hundreds and hundreds of other coaches and big rigs.  This is the south eastern region's annual rally and promised great entertainment venues each night.  Our beautiful weather stopped last night with rain which continued off and on all day today.  

Today was a free day without seminars or activities  other than the late afternoon welcome to us "First Timer Attendees" followed by an  ice cream social.  Left to my own devices while Jerry chose to hang out in the coach and tinker with the satellite receiver box,  I chose to go to the Reynolda House Museum of American Art, where they are hosting the Modern Masters exhibit from the Smithsonian, one of only six venues across the country.  I admit to hesitancy about this exhibit because modernism is a stretch for me, but where else would I see this.  And while there I could tour the estate of the R J Reynolds family, the tobacco magnate. And Jerry while recovering and now left with only the slight cough has no interest in such museums.   

Lest you think that I have made a typo about the estate above, Reynolda is the feminine of Reynolds, conceived by Kathryn.  I know when I saw the directions on the GPS I thought Godfrey had slipped a page.

http://www.reynoldahouse.org/index.php     After the Vanderbilts, this was much smaller scale, but of great interest none the less.  Richard Joshua (RJ) Reynolds, was a very wealthy man the founder of the JRReynolds tobacco company and a very eligible  bachelor most of his life; when he was about 60 years old he married Kathryn Smith who was his personal secretary and they were also distant cousins.  They had four children and the estate fulfilled her dream of having a house with hills, cattle and flowers all around.  It was known as a bungalow estate, but  other than the dormers, certain design features, I certainly would not call it a bungalow.  However in the day and time 1917 and on through the  30's  a bungalow was a popular style.  JR however became ill and did not live in the estate very long, dying there; this is becoming a familiar theme about the wealthy men of the era, I think of my Uncle John's grandfather, JR, who also died after building a mansion/estate.  It was a self sustaining community with its own dairy, gardens, cattle, school and church.  Kathryn  administered the estate after JR passed on and kept quite busy on all the details of the estate and the design of the Presbyterian Church and the school.  She was no shrinking southern belle; while the estate was being built she oversaw every architectural design and detail. The Reynolda Gardens and Village Shops offer more to see and enjoy.

 The permanent art collection through out the home with masterpieces by the Hudson River School, Albert Bierstadt and Frederic Church,  was more to my liking than the Modern Artists on exhibit in one of the halls.  http://www.albertbierstadt.org/    Bierstadt is a favorite for me and I was reminded how his work fell out of favor for a long time.

Seeing the Modernists http://www.reynoldahouse.org/experience/special/experiencespecial2.php  stretched my imagination, as I would stand back, look, then squint and finally  coming up close to scrutinize and attempt to digest the explanations.  The  fully black canvas by one to me was an absolute questionable piece of art, the explanation was it is the absence of color, no kidding and that upon close up view one can discern  blue and plum squares.  There were three themes:  Significant Gestures,  Optics and Order and New Images of Man.  Well it was different.  Can't say I would spend a dime on anything I saw in that exhibit, other than perhaps the iron sculptures and all are beyond any consideration in my budget. 

   The RV Rally site at the fairgrounds is across from Wake Forest University which is a gorgeous setting and well known university, a huge sports complex advertising free admission to many events.  From their website, "Wake Forest claims the distinction of being the nation's premier collegiate university...Offers the personal attention of a small liberal arts college coupled with the breadth and depth of a large research institution. This duality extends to our faculty ideal of professors who are both teachers and scholars, resulting in meaningful research opportunities for students and classroom experiences with professors who are relevant in their fields.  With fewer than 12 students per professor, our students benefit from engagement with outstanding teachers every day, inside and outside the classroom."  Another lovely place in walking distance where I saw many students out running their miles up the hills and through the woods, in the rain.  

Tomorrow after absorbing all this art,  history and culture, I intend to balance with a trip to  the massive Goodwill store down the hill from the Rally; when we first saw it we thought it might be Goodwill Headquarters as it is massive and many corporations have home offices here in Winston Salem.  In fact it is a Goodwill center with donations accepted and items for sale.

Sunday, October 16, 2011

Yesterday we arrived in Asheville, North Carolina after losing an hour to the Eastern Time Zone, 309 miles from Nashville, TN, our previous stop and a 5 hour+50 minute drive with an hour+10 minutes of stops along the route.   If this is not the most beautiful place in the country it is certainly one of the top; we have autumn colors at home but nothing  like these Great Smoky Mountains which go on forever.  A photo absolutely does not do justice; this  beauty resembles walking into a magnificent painting.  I have only ever said that before about Yosemite.  There is nowhere to look which does not envelop eyes in color. 

Another disappointment is this TAPS RV park, which I checked on Good Sam and online. The website shows a better spot than the actuality.  These spaces are tight, the park is old and it is really a test to maneuver on the  access paths; we do have full hook ups for  2 nights then we have to move to a 30 amp sight  into which I hope Jerry will be able to back  because reportedly there is a reservation for the 50 amp site.  Now I know why my friend Loren recommended RV resorts when they were full timing.  Driving a 40 ft. diesel pusher with tow vehicle is not like driving a smaller pickup truck with trailer or 5th wheel.  So many of these places are set up for camping; I wish they would use that description and we would know to avoid them.  Just because they have hook ups and poured cement pad does not make them a suitable  RV spot for coaches like ours, more driving room is needed.  Well fortunately Jerry did it and here we are.  Thankfully we arrived in the daytime, this would be an insurmountable challenge at night.  http://www.ashevilletapsrvpark.com/index.html    I will be leaving a comment on the RV.com site for others to avoid if they are in a big rig.

This morning was a trip to the doc in the box, Asheville Urgent Care where a doctor saw Jerry and prescribed antibiotics for his sore throat, by tomorrow he should fell better and in two days be at 90% the doctor said.  This meant another day where I left him in the coach and went off on my own along  part of the Blue Ridge Parkway and stopping at the Folk Art Guild.  What a venue of quilts, weaving, wood craft, glass, pottery, jewelry, etc on display.  They absolutely forbid photos and enforced the no photos by the many staff on patrol through out the two floors.  Well I had forgotten my camera anyway so then I did not feel so bad; I did have my cell phone but did not risk sneaking a photo and being banned, arrested, or who knows what. 
http://www.exploreasheville.com/index.aspx  I cannot say enough about Asheville, so I post this link which says and shows the gamut. 

I talked to many locals today on my ventures who all said they could not imagine living anyplace else in the country.  Tomorrow is the Biltmore mansion visit which I am  anxious to see and determine how it compares to Hearst Castle in CA.  I suspect there will be no comparison, different. 

Thursday, October 13, 2011

Travel Thru Day 2 and 771 miles from home

We have driven south into showers which cleared out by midday today as we entered Kentucky. Stayed at WalMart RV last night in Mattoon, IL, what I call roughing it,  which means we were unplugged, not in an RV Park with hook ups.  Still this is a big step up from long ago when we  had tents and sleeping bags. We covered 437 miles in 7 hrs 39 minutes driving time, 9 hrs total time with stops yesterday, from home. Today, Day 2 we covered 334 miles in 5 hrs  53 minutes drive time, 6 hrs. 53 minutes total time with stops.  So far this trip 771 miles on the motor home, tomorrow we unhook the HHR and tour locally.   

We usually stop at Camping World near Madison,WI  on trips because it is convenient, off I 94. Their normally empty parking lot was over full yesterday with trailers, motor homes. We parked right at the front door behind a coach being serviced. Well the good I perceived  in this situation  was that Jerry would not spend too much time  strolling & browsing. The cashier told us that 2 local  RV service centers had closed so all those customers were now at Camping World. They will need a bigger lot. She gave us a free 4 pack of TP for our  inconvenience & also told us that the employees have been advised that Good Sam is buying out Camping World. We know there is an affiliation because we receive ads & discounts for CW from Good Sam. The customer behind whose rig we parked came in ready to go but was not that concerned when he saw us checking out. Said he'd has his coach there 3 days waiting for service but fortunately he lives nearby. . He admired our rig & he & Jerry talked awhile. Said he'd traded their 40 footer down to a smaller 32 foot but after the 40 footer neither he nor his wife could adjust to the downsized so they upgraded again this summer to their almost 39 ft Winnebago. He said it was a big mistake to go smaller. I can now relate to that because although I thought our Southwind was fine I do prefer this one.

Last night " roughing" it at Wally RV we had Progresso minestrone soup & grilled cheese sandwiches and later ice cream. Jerry felt a sore throat coming on so he hit the hay ahead of me. I started to read a  book that I bought at the booksale last weekend, "The Quilter's Apprentice". It's OK, along the lines of what I call brainless reading but the  quilt references and the fabrics & designs described  are of interest.

The way  Jerry parked last night the pole parking lot  light shined into the bedroom window on my side of the bed. I was not able to pull down the black out shade so instead I stuffed one of the decorative shammed pillows there, problem solved.

I went into Wally World this AM to buy all sorts of cough drops, thera flu, cough medicinals for Jerry whose voice is bass range today though he claims he does not feel bad otherwise, but he would say that. While inside I noticed many white/blue hairs shopping & visiting. There is an independent coffee counter inside where they were congregating. I have seen McDonald's & Subways in Wal marts but this was different.  As I entered the store  I noticed  a man who appeared  blind with a cane, delivered in a taxi. The greeter knew him, called him by name & said "just a minute and your assistant will be here.". I went on my way because Jerry waited back at the rig & I was advised to "not spend the day." I have not been to our local Wal Mart since early this year because they changed everything around thoroughly confusing me & I have stayed away. Well I have not needed anything there either. I did find a good buy on the Paul Newman's Bold Keurig coffee that I enjoy.  When I got to the check out right behind me came the blind  man accompanied by a WalMart employee. Evidently he's not fully blind because he knew and recognized the cashier. I heard him thank the other employee who returned his list to him, saying "are you sure there is nothing else?" No he was set to which she said, "we'll see you next week.  We are here to help. After you have your coffee we will call the taxi for you." Evidently she had shopped with him. He grinned & said that he might hitch a ride from one of the ladies waiting for him at the coffee counter.  I did not know WalMart provided that shopping assistance service but I do know they are extremely customer oriented. That was the Supercenter in Mattoon,IL & I take my hat off to them. Good neighbors!

The trees are in full autumn color  glory through southern IL, Kentucky and Tennessee, it looks just like the colors we left at home--red, orange, yellow, rust, brown, green.  Diesel gas was "only" $3.61 today with the Flying J discount in southern IL, who'd have ever dreamed we would consider that a deal?

We arrived at the Nashville Country RV Park in Goodlettsville, TN which is north of Nashville at 4:20PM today.  I had found this place online  http://www.nashvillecountryrvpark.com/ and although it is a Good Sam, I am not impressed.  Tight spaces, the pool is drained already for the winter, and it it almost full.  It appears there are many living  here full time and some of the same phenomena we see in PA at Mt. Top where construction workers have their trailers pitched.  On the plus side, it is quiet, has all sorts of brochures about local events and sites, a small post office  and we are only here for two nights.

We stayed put dining in  on meatloaf and potatoes, the  left overs I'd brought from home, green  beans and canned peaches finished our dinner tonight.  I thought it best to give Jerry more rest and I am  rather achy myself after our driving for two days and maybe twisting a hip oddly last night.  I miss my workouts, and my body does too although  I have had several good walks each day.  

Tomorrow is a big day--we will have breakfast at the Loveless Cafe, a place I've heard of for years that is noted for it's red eye ham gravy, ham and biscuits, and a place that is on my bucket list!  http://www.lovelesscafe.com/  Then we will go to the Hermitage, the  restored maintained home of President Andrew Jackson, on to the refurbished  new Grand Old Opry, and possibly on to Franklin an historic Civil war area of interest south east of Nashville.  Years back we toured all the local spots, the Reiman auditorium where at the time I jumped on stage and sang something so I could say I'd been on stage to sing  at the Reiman!  Somewhere I have a photo of that experience. After we return home,   A new urge came upon me today when I realized despite many winery tours and several breweries,  I have never been to a distillery.  To this Jerry reminded me of the still he and Bob Kelly built under our oaks in Newcastle years back following some obscure directions in an antique country living book to see if they could do it.   But we are in Tennessee, home of Jack Daniels, 70 miles from Nashville.  I am not a fan of bourbon at all, but it would be interesting to visit.  Maybe this trip, maybe next trip.   It seems the more  we travel the more places I want to see. 

Monday, October 10, 2011

Road trip imminent pondering religion

Well with preparations to depart for North Carolina and the Family Motor Coach Association RV Rally in Winston Salem then onward to Raleigh area and visits with more friends, I did not get my Sepia posted last weekend and will not be posting any Sepias while we are on the road.  It's  a funny thing because I had the best one to contribute, on my Aunt Jinx and her forklift but I have shared that before on this blog, so I didn't feel too much guilt. 

Guilt, that "g" word is something I have battled out of my mind over the years; long ago I learned to move on, to say and recognize "that is over" and to let myself off the guilt hook by saying "I did the best I could at the time without the foresight of the wisdom of hind sight.  I did nothing intentionally harmful, though it may have been stupid,  and that is all I can say."  My cousin,  Rollie who died a year ago this month, this very week, yesterday and I discussed this a lot.  Maybe  because we were both raised Catholic and along with  that old time religion of the 50's and 60's came a heavy dose of guilt, to be absolved only by the confessional and penances doled out by the priest.     Much has changed today in the Catholic church over the years and I doubt that practicing Catholics make  weekly pilgrimages to toll up and atone for their mistakes, aka sins of the week.  Vatican whatever number it was changed much.  

Lately my soul has been restless stirring around and questioning the business of the Methodist church I have tried attending here in MN.  It just seems to be a big waste of my time as the local congregation has its way with being a community center of those who have been there and in this community forever. They have their weekly  Wednesday dinners and seem  happy with each other though they never grow, some people join and others leave.  Our current minister is someone I do enjoy  but his sermons are shortened to make room for the  activities of the congregations.  This past Sunday he talked about severe declines in the Methodist membership, using the Biblical Ezekiel and the dry bones analogy.  Yes, I think he can see it but for now until retirement he's gainfully employed.  He is also a Chaplain with the Air Force and so has a broader ecumenical view. 

For the other activities, I sit bored, my mind wandering wherever it likes and looking at my watch while wondering why in the world I am wasting my time.  Sometimes I exit early, having all I can stand of the various "church family" discussing their concerns.  The church now  has  people run around with microphones to each person who must speak so that others can hear, this drags the process on longer at times than the sermon and finds me ever amazed that these people seem to relish this activity.  I am not that  concerned to be truthful and find I barely listen so I arise out of the pew and exit the nearest door.

In the late 70"s in California  I drifted around  in and out of churches and settled for a time on Unity, a Christian church with heavy doses of New Age and other thoughts.  It was interesting and I felt each time  I attended worship I learned something.  But then later, for many reasons and not one in particular, I drifted back to the local Methodist church.  How I got to Methodism from Catholicism reaches back to my college days at Allegheny.  I was matched up with another Catholic girl in the dorm as roommate, my friend Janet who is a friend still today though we communicate maybe twice a year.  Allegheny is a small liberal arts and pre-med  school in Meadville, a college town in  northwestern Pennsylvania near  enough to Lake Erie to get the winter effect snows.  Well winters were the pits and I announced to Janet one evening that I would not be accompanying her down the hill to mass the next morning that I would go to the chapel like the others on campus, or maybe I wouldn't do anything.  She was horrified and questioned how I could even think that, but I did and she went on down the hill with the other Catholics at Allegheny.  There were not many of us.  Well the earth did not cave in and nothing awful happened so I learned that it likely didn't matter if I went to mass, church worship or nowhere at all.  When I found myself a divorced  young mom in CA and the Catholic church would not allow me sacraments, I went along my way and recalled, "well the protestants don't have such demands.  That works for me."

In the 60's I had developed  a litany of dislikes about many things in organized religion from the common, "all they want is money" to "it's for those who have nothing else to do, no place else to go and who are just dependent."  I could go on about all my litanies  and some resolutions but that would be a very  lengthy post.  Despite my dissatisfaction with organized protestant religions, I do retain a deep faith, the faith initiated in me by  my grandma Rose (Baba in Polish) before I could run around loose; I remember Baba teaching me my prayers, that I can still recite  today in Polish which was the first course.  My faith has sustained me through trials, triumphs and tragedies.  I am not convinced religion does that.

But nowMinnesota., to where I uprooted from California when we retired, I have just not found a church that suits me; I've drifted from the Methodist to the Evangelical Free and the Lutherans and back to the Methodists.  I will admit the Lutherans have been the most comfortable to me and I have many friends who attend the Lutheran churches in town.  Well most of this area is either Catholic or Lutheran. 

When I am in Pennsylvania the Catholic churches, including my hometown original church leave me with a feeling of peace.  I don't get that here. When Uncle Carl died, his Catholic church could not have been better, kinder, more caring, more helpful.  Just what I'd want locally.   I am wondering if this is  not some mystical stirring from the clouds and my Grandma Rose's partnering with my departed best friend Roberta, who tried her darnedest to get me back into the Catholic Church while she was on this planet.  I have been to  many other Catholic masses around the country and though there are some things Catholic with which I quibble, I can say I feel like I have been to church and worshipped when I attend mass.   Maybe it is time at last for me to  return home.  There is a saying, "once a Catholic always a Catholic."  I think I might just believe that today; I know it has been true in some things for  me like midnight masses on Christmas eve, and Good Friday services, All Souls and Saints Days, just around the corner. 

I was quite an active Methodist in CA for a long time, likely because I had ministers like Clarence the cowboy preacher  who corralled me back and talked with me.  We  will see what happens.  Maybe this is time to move on, maybe this is a stirring of the soul calling me home.  Maybe I'm just going through a strange period.  My friend Bonnie who moved here  from Arizona is also searching for a church, she still blames me for talking her into joining the local Methodists  years back but she no longer attends there either.  Maybe we are just grown enough to know that it is not essential to be amongst them all on a Sunday if there is something else to do.  I recall once giving a talk as a Methodist lay speaker in CA  about how church attendance has become the haven for the aged who have  a sense of obligation about Sundays.  Is church a way to fulfill a social need for those who otherwise would have no such contacts?  Is church for the "needy"  the lonely, the recovering what alls? Is there really any reason to go sit with groups of people who appear to be there to see and be seen?   Is all the activity much ado about nothing?  Does church have to be one's primary social outlet?  Is church for those who have not spent their lifetimes  there, but who lived and now with age attend like flocks?   I have more questions than answers and what's it all about anyway?  The ritual of the mass has been simplified, but the liturgy is there  and the essentials of worship.

I used to think one reason for remaining a Methodist was that was how Jerry was raised, but he has less  than no desire to go to church and makes a few obligatory appearances each year.  So it matters not to him where I go or if I do, although he  might ask "Aren't you going to church today?" when I skip.  Oh, well meantime we are packing up and heading out in a day.  The next other posts to the blog may be just what it was set up for, to record our travels. 

Friday, September 30, 2011

1933 Fortune Magazine Sepia Saturday Week 94 (Click Here for Sepia Site access)

Alan's archive this week of the Queenslander paved the way for me to share just snippets of an August 1933 Fortune magazine we acquired at Uncle Carl's.  Because I have a passion for old books, photos and the like and there was only this solitary magazine  we brought it home.   I surmise my  uncle used many of the ads as inspiration in some of his sketches and paintings when he was attending the art institute after WWII.   I do wonder how and where he obtained a  1933 edition, maybe someone had tossed it or maybe each student was given a copy for inspiration.   I cannot imagine any family members  reading or even knowing about Fortune magazine, recall my ancestors were coal miners and factory workers,  so the mystery as to how he acquired it will not be solved.   Had this come from the Irwins I could have easily understood.

Back then a published magazine was a production,  this edition is large at  11 inches x 14 inches, heavy paper, 126 full pages, some beautiful paintings inside, magnificent ads, fascinating writings reflecting the history of the times and sold for  $1, an amount that seemed pricey to me for 1933.   Because the magazine is larger than my scanner can accommodate, I  took photos; it is  pretty good shape for it's age although there are a couple  pages where something had been cut out. The automobile  ads are amazing, stay tuned perhaps next week.

Front cover   Artist is Ernest Hamlin Baker
The contents of this volume, to the right below,  validate its quality literary reporting was targeted toward the  educated and better off populace. I researched
online and learned the most from Wikipedia including the urban legend about the price :

"Fortune is a global business magazine published by Time Inc.'s Fortune Money Group and co-founded by Henry Luce in February 1930, four months after the Wall Street Crash of 1929 that marked the onset of the Great Depression. Briton Hadden, Luce's partner, wasn't enthusiastic about the idea—which Luce originally thought to title Power—but Luce went forward with it after Hadden's February 27, 1929 death (probably of septicemia). Luce wrote a memo to the Time, Inc. board in November 1929, "We will not be over-optimistic. We will recognize that this business slump may last as long as an entire year."
 
Single copies of that first issue cost $1 at a time when the Sunday New York Times was only 5¢. At a time when business publications were little more than numbers and statistics printed in black and white, Fortune was an oversized 11"×14", using creamy heavy paper, and art on a cover printed by a special process. Fortune was also noted for its photography, featuring the work of Margaret Bourke-White and others. Walker Evans served as its photography editor from 1945–1965.


An urban legend says that art director T. M. Clelland mocked up the cover of the first issue with the $1 price because nobody had yet decided how much to charge; the magazine was printed before anyone realized it, and when people saw it for sale, they thought that the magazine must really have worthwhile content. In fact, there were 30,000 subscribers who had already signed up to receive that initial 184-page issue.  During the Great Depression, Fortune developed a reputation for its social conscience, for Walker Evans and Margaret Bourke-White's color photographs, and for a team of writers including James Agee, Archibald MacLeish, John Kenneth Galbraith, and Alfred Kazin, hired specifically for their writing abilities."


I'll be keeping my eyes pealed at sales for a copy of the first Fortune, the original 1930 copy. 

Check out this glamorous ad for Chase and Sanborn tea, I have never seen the like.   The  ad was adjacent to artwork and research about tea. The article starts, "Tea for sale, the business was routine until Chase & Sanborn announced the tea that 'sways the senses'  the advertising was dull until J. Walter Thompson discovered the emotional lift." 

I was unaware that tea had been so romantically pitched.  The article includes photos and information about the notables of the thriving tea companies of the era, "Gentlemen of Tea."  The rise of the tea industry and ad campaigns to promote its consumption  and awaken the industry from "taking its beverage for granted" is interesting reading.  

The next color photo is of a billboard produced by the J Walter Thompson advertising agency that initiated the stirring about tea consumption.  The article "...you see a romantic episode conducted with the aid of tall glasses of tea.  Not highballs.  Not Tom Collinses.  Not mint juleps.  Simply tea.  The text clearly suggests that the gazes of this handsome couple would not be half so ardent were it not for those beakers of tea."  This billboard  was prominent in Boston, Hartford, Detroit, and Cleveland.  It is the inception of big time tea advertising which according to the writer had been "humdrum" before Chase and Sanborn went romantic. 


Page 37, excerpt above, reported about Chinese teas amidst 4 lovely paintings, in which the buildings and trees don't appear oriental to me, but that was 1933.  Below are two of the four paintings by an unidentified artist. 




I will share more from this magazine in future Sepia posts, but have used this week's up on tea;  I learned that  our Boston Tea Party was not our only tea controversy.   Fortune magazine is still published today but to my knowledge does not have such artwork.  I will have to check out a copy at the stand my next trip to Barnes and  Noble. 

One non tea related photo from the back of the magazine, an international one to go with our international  group here on Sepia, the heir of the month, Adolph Spreckels and his bride.  Notice the fortune declined from $26 million to  $16 million!  Does he appear concerned?  Does she?  Not hardly. 

As always click on the title to this post to see others Sepia contributions from the host site.  I think I feel an urge for a cup of tea now!

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Books Update Review of "Hotel on the Corner of Bitter and Sweet"

I've not been posing my comments or book reviews but merely adding my reads to the side bars.  Life has kept me far too  busy in too many areas and so somethings had to go.  However I have been actively reading through my stacks, new purchases and books chosen by our book club, so  take a look at my  sidebar where the reads and authors will show up.  Later I will review another great read, "Blind Your Ponies" by Stanley G West, a  Minnesotta author who has a talent for great wriitng and outstanding character development.  Our book club selected  "Blind Your Ponies", the title derived from an Indian legend, for October; at first I grumbled, "oh phooey  a novel about highschool boys!"  I was so taken in that I devoured it in over 4  nights, it is a huge book but I was captured immediately about basketball, the small town in Montana and the use of Don Quixote analogies by the central character.  Since we will not discuss it until October I will hold my comments.  Be satisfied to know that I  have added Guest as another author to read more from, he writes literature rather than a book, which is one of my criteria  in reading.  

Another  excellent read I finished last month is Jamie Ford's "Hotel on the Corner of Bitter and  Sweet" that was marked so cheap at Border's going out of business sale in PA I could not resist it.  I recall Sandy telling me that it was the  2011 chosen read by the Woodland, CA  community and at that time it rang familiar; I was sure  I'd read it, I was wrong.  This is the beauty of book stores and sales where one can pick up a book and  browse the pages, something not available in quite the same way online or on those  automatic reader things; well I recognized the story line and quickly recalled that for some  reason I'd not read this book published back in 2009 in paperback by Random House.  So it went into my sack and what a great buy it turned out to be.  I do prefer non-fiction, political discourse, biographies and or history  to fiction or novels unless I am reading for brain drain occasionally.  I suppose  that when I did not read this before I had something more interesting in the non-fiction genre to  take up my time.   When I read good fiction like this considered literary and I learn something, I consider it time well spent, not just dusting off the cobwebs of the brain cells.  I also  appreciate the research by the author to get historic details correct and a perspective of the times. .

I am glad I read it this time when it showed up in front of me.It is  set in  about 1942 in Seattle, WA and is the tale of Henry Lee a young Chinese boy, a back look through Henry's life whose wife has been terminally ill, Henry recalls life in Chinatown and his father who insisted he be Chinese, not mistaken as Japanese. His father wants him to get an American education but will insist that he be sent off to China for final years of schooling.  Henry gets a scholarship to an English elementary school where he meets Keiko, a young Japanese girl also chosen by scholarship which is stretching the word because both Henry and Keiko are  serfs at best  in the kitchen under the heavy arm and eye of Mrs Beatty.

 I am  familiar with Asian sects, Japanese, Chinese, Korean, Vietnamese, Hmong  and know something about differences in their cultures and even the differences among the same culture  for example Chinese Cantonese compared to Mandarin.  I also  understand the various prejudices and prides  among the cultures. So I readily understood Henry's Chinese father making him wear a button sign to school, "I am Chinese"  as World War II looms.  Keiko who is an American born lives in Japantown.   A deep bond develops between Henry and Keiko but the resettlement of the Japanese to interment camps after Pearl Harbor eventually separates them.  Before that happens, Henry who is very interested in Jazz music, smuggles Keiko into a black jazz  nightclub and there the two children see some of the rising prejudice against the Japanese.  While the book is fiction,  the places are real, the Panama Hotel, Bud's Jazz Records in Seattle, and more.

Characters and writing are excellent in this book, besides the two there are several other memorable Marty, Henry's son; Ethel, Henry's dying wife; his father and mother parents who absolutely love their only son; Keiko's parents, Mr and Mrs Okabe; Mrs. Beatty who turns from villain to helpmate, Chaz an American boy who torments Henry,  Sheldon the black street musician and so many more who weave through his life.  It is a grand sad story with  a certain bitter sweet ending.  A good read for a couple evenings at only 285 pages and then a Reader's Guide discussion with the author.  

Great lines among the many on the pages:
pg. 4  But in the end, each of them occupied a solitary grave.  Alone forever.  It didn't matter who your neighbors were.  They didn't talk back.

pg. 5. Maybe the clock was ticking?  He wasn't sure, because as soon as Ethel passed, time began to crawl, clock or no clock....here he was, alone in a crowd of strangers.  A man between lifetimes. 

pg. 9.  I try not to live in the past, he thought, but who knows, sometimes the past lives in  me.

pg .34. ..choosing to lovingly care for her was like steering a plane into a mountain as gently as possible.  The crash is imminent; it's how you spend your time on the way down that counts.

pg. 36.  The International District was just a small town.  People know everything about everyone.  And just as in other small towns, when someone leaves, they never come back.

pg. 64.  ..a lot of people just don't  want to go back.  Sometimes that's the best thing to do--to live in the present....to leave something behind.  To move on and live the future and not relive the past.

pg. 127.  This is where he lives but it will never be his home.

pg. 128. ..sigh of disappointment.  A consolation prize, of coming in second and having nothing to show for it.  Of coming up empty; having wasted your time, because in the end, what you do and who you are, doesn't matter one lousy bit.  Nothing does.

pg. 204.  His father had said once that the hardest choices in life aren't between what's right and what's wrong but between what's right and what's best.   

A good book, somewhat historical, somewhat romantic, somewhat fatalistic.  It would be a good movie with the right characters but then a movie never has the depth of the written words in the book.

Friday, September 23, 2011

Sepia Saturday 93 sleepers

I've been really attempting to get the extra room uncluttered from all the stacks of photos and memorabilia this week and what I happened on fits right in with the theme--I love it when a theme comes together!  Actually if I  spent more time rummaging photos I am sure I could have found even more Sleepers. And this has also distracted me from another task paper work on financials, but I am willingly ignoring that.  Not a pleasant task these days.  


First I begin  January 1, 1943, Springfield IL, my father, Lt. Lewis S Ball,  pilot, sound asleep on his US Army cot, sleeping bag  pulled snug, with Mom's photo on top;  one of the guys grabbed his camera and took this.  I still have that 8 x 10  photo of her today, it survived through the years and is a beautiful Sepia itself.  I also have the gold and amethyst necklace that she is wearing in the photo, a gift from him to her, her birthstone and just as beautiful today as it was then, so many years later.  This photo is   in his scrapbook but I scanned it for this post. This is my oldest sleeper photo.


Next forward to 1969 and my uncle John Irwin, asleep on the couch, in exile from the bedroom,  in Pennsylvania.  I don't know the particulars but my aunt Virginia likely snapped this Polaroid of her  wayward husband to preserve the memory. On the back side she wrote, "John  being punished." He doesn't appear to be bothered by much here.  Perhaps he'd imbibed a few too many,  perhaps there were too many words exchanged, never the less it does not appear to be interrupting his sleep. 


Now to the right is a 1980 pose captured by my Uncle Carl of "Joe" one of his friends on one of their many hunting trips, where the men gathered in a cabin at the end of the day.  I don't know  who this fellow is, but Uncle Carl was quite the photographer of their events and so he is in the cyber world for all to see.  I was sorting photos this week and found this and when Alan put the Sleepers as the theme for the week, I knew I was in business.   Was this the end of a long day in the woods?  Too much to eat at the evening meal?  You can speculate with me.  

1984, to the left here are my in laws about whom I have recently blogged--that is Lyman to the left and Florence to the right.  They have made themselves  at home and comfortable in our living room in Newcastle, CA.  As I have mentioned before,  our home was their vacation site.  I suppose it was a compliment that they felt so "at home there" but I often wondered why they did not stay with their daughter, Barbara who lived 30 minutes away.  As I recall this particular day, I arrived  home from work  and there they were, awaiting when I would prepare the meal for everyone.  The newspaper on the table has a headline, something about "retirement." 

Well the photo to the right is 1986, Jerry's cousin, Milo (actually  his cousin's husband) who was catching up on some rest after a rough day at the work for the city on its maintenance  crew.  We were back in  La Crescent on  a trip we took across the country from  California to Minnesota, to Pennsylvania and then swinging back westward through the south.  So we stopped at Milo and Jeanette's.  We had come in from visiting, camera in hand and got this pose. These days, Milo does sleep a lot in his recliner, he has aged and tends to nap away the afternoons.  It is not the same as Jeanette passed away years ago, and although he has a live in companion, he misses her as do we.


1989 another one to the left,  from Uncle Carl's photos.  This man is Fred Hemming and he was in the Army, 809th Tank Destroyers in WWII with Uncle Carl.  Each year the men and families gathered to reminisce and usually to tour some site.  This time they were in Altoona, PA, I believe which meant that Uncle Carl and Aunt Marge had likely made arrangements for the group.  As we have seen, no one was safe when Carl, the photographer was around.  



For my finale I could not resist this one, also from Uncle Carl's collection.  This is Punkin, his last pet and beloved "pal."  After Aunt Marge passed in 1997 Punkin and Carl went everywhere together.  He  had many photos of Punkin.  I have to say, I have shared an array of sleepers and to end this post, let sleeping dogs lie.  (Groan.....)
1988 Punkin
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