Friday, December 31, 2010
New Courage too.
New Strength to last
The New Year through.
Salute! Here's Looking at You Kid! Gan Bei! Skol! Down the Hatch!
and my favorite Cheers!
HAPPY NEW YEAR FOLKS!
p.s. What's your favorite toast?
Monday, December 20, 2010
Friday, December 10, 2010
Before we communicated via iPhones...
When we would take time for a tea party with our friends.
My children spent many happy hours in their Playroom (formerly a second floor kitchen of our first house). There, amidst an array of art materials: pots of paint (finger and tempera), big fat brushes, and long rolls of newprint, they were free to create. Daddy's old Brooks Brothers shirt, when worn backwards became a smock, and the old white ceramic sink was perfect for washing up. On rainy days, a large cookie sheet filled with cornmeal became an indoor sandbox. Early recyclers - we cut cereal boxes into jig saw puzzles. And of course, we mixed up our share of big batches of play dough. Bath time was fun too - when, with the addition of a few drops of blue food coloring, it became a dip in the Ocean. Good Times!
Please play with me, and Share your memories of your favorite Simple Toys.
P.S. Take a peek at the blog A Femme d'Un Certain Age. Tish asked me to contribute to her Christmas post on Gifts that Cost Nothing. (In my case almost nothing!)
Monday, November 29, 2010
A Poet of Nature, the late Dora Hagemeyer was a fixture of the Carmel, California literary scene. For fifteen years, her column the "Poetry Corner" appeared in the local newspaper, The Pine Cone.
Spending this December on the California Central Coast, not far from the scene in this painting.
Monday, November 22, 2010
Let's talk Turkey.
These brave wild turkeys were recently sighted in downtown Marina, CA.
Then were off ... Scurrying into the bush.
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Each year the Mission hosts an "Evening in the Garden" festival. The entire complex is adorned with church candles, swags of autumn leaves and tables with arrangements of nature's bounty.
Costumed musicians play music evocative of both the Colonial and the Hispanic heritage of the area.
In 1940, Hearst sold the building to the US Army. Today the Lodge is located on the grounds of Fort Hunter Liggett Miltary Reservation, but is open to the public. There are 4 tower rooms, 2 garden rooms, and 5 cowboy rooms with bathrooms down the hall. So you can stay in a room once occupied by Clark and Jean, or Erroll. Oh if the walls could talk!Many touches from Hearst's day remain-including this mural in what is now the breakfast room.
At the entrance to the base, is this old general store. It will soon be the site of a group tasting room for the wineries of the San Antonio Valley wine region. This undiscovered area produces some outstanding full-bodied red wines.
Already Planning a Return Trip,
Monday, November 1, 2010
than successful turns at domestic science.
No wonder that it took me years to appreciate the nuances of home preserved food.But happily today I am a convert!
That is why I am so delighted with our new "foodie" neighbor...
There in a state-of-the-art professional open-view kitchen, they prepare their popular Happy Girl Kitchen products, which are sold in-house and on-line,
Home Canning and Preserving Techniques.
Workshops on Raspberries, Blackberries and Strawberries; Heirloom Tomatoes; Apples, Pears and Quince; Pickles; and Marmalades.
A cosy cafe serves excellent teas and coffee, and delicious old-fashioned cinnamon buns.
Proponents of "food that feeds your soul", the owners are very community minded, and envision this space as a multi-functional food event center.
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Fill your dance card, and Grab your partners for the traditional Waltz, Two Step, and the extra dances: The Pumpkin; The Corn and The Y.M.L.C.
And three days later, don't forget to come to the Y.M.L.C. hall for the Halloween Party and "The Ghost Walk"!
Dancing Under a Harvest Moon,
Thursday, October 14, 2010
This week I had my yearly mammogram. It reminded me of that time fifteen years ago, when a host of real-life Angels guided and protected me on my path, as I became a breast cancer pilgrim.
We had just moved back to the US, after years of living in Europe, and I had gone alone to get a mammogram. Right on the spot I was told that they had found a possible cancer.
The first Angel appeared the following day, my new ob/gyn. He viewed my mammogram, and while doing a physical exam, found another suspicious mass, (not the one on the films). Immediately, he arranged for me to go into Boston, to meet with a surgeon colleague of his. The surgeon reviewed the films, examined me, and declared that it was "Nothing!", and said to come back in six months.
Relieved, we drove back home, were just about to pop open the Champagne, and toast our good fortune, when the phone rang. It was Dr. #1, he was certain he had felt something, and he wanted me to have a biopsy of both places. The subsequent biopsies revealed that what the X-ray technician had found was not cancer, but what Dr.#1 had felt was. In addition, a follow-up test also found a tumour (not related to my breast cancer) in my lung. So Dr. #1 probably saved my life!
During the next months other Angels of comfort included: a new circle of friends and neighbors who drove me to every radiation treatment; Arlette in Belgium who lit a candle for me in the Leuven Cathedral; my daughter who flew across the country; my son who came from China: and my husband. Though he formerly fainted at the sight of blood, he bravely sat holding my hand through every chemo session, never failing to tell me how beautiful I was.
And then there was the Angel Raphael. After my lumpectomy, I had surgery to remove a lobe of my lung. Every day for a week, I was visited by Raphael, a kind and gentle hospital technician who would take my daily chest X-ray. (Ironically, I recently learned that in religious mythology the Angel Raphael represents "God's Healing Force"). One year later, I was back at the hospital for an appointment; and while walking the halls, I encountered Raphael. "Hi Raphael", I said. "Hi Marjorie", he said - followed by "I remember you in my prayers every night." Not only did he remember my name after all that time, but he contimed to pray for my health!
All this was fifteen years ago. My mammogram this week was fine, so I am still being carried on the wings of "Angels."
Counting my Blessings, and Praying for you too! Marjorie
P.S. I knew I was getting better when I wanted to get out and go antiquing!
Monday, October 4, 2010
Up bright and early ~
and off to the Remnants of the Past Antiques Show down the Coast in Nipomo, CA.
The show's promoter, and blogger Judi Watkins.
The Brocantess et moi!
Emilie M. (blogger/artist) brought her wreaths of cut-outs from old paper which were featured on Martha's televsion show and magazine and in her calendar.
Timeless Antique Designs by Kymberley Fraser of 3 Fine Grains.
Back on the Antique Trail,