This is the perfect time of year for the gardens. We've beaten back the weeds, the plants are thriving, early veggies are coming on and all seems right in garden world. Of course there are the continual concerns about insects, and while I was away lots of things got a little behind. This week I'm playing catch-up and even moving forward a bit.
I don't have a lot of photos tonight--I forgot to take my camera for a walk with me this evening. Here is one of the little "new" garden developed where the old equipment shed used to be:
The lettuce is right at peak, and I need to get more planted. Maybe tomorrow. The onions, carrots and broccoli in this garden are happy campers, and in the lower end the squash are fine too. It's funny to see the odd things turn up in the soil--nails, chain, unidentified chunks of metal--from the years of storage in the building on this site.
In the other early garden, the peas are pretty much done. We've picked all of them now and I've frozen several bags along with cooking quite a few for dinners. They are so good--and really so much work. Are they worth growing? Monetarily, probably not. Factor in the cost of seed, the trellis, the time spent caring for them and the time it takes to shell them and the ones for 99 cents in the frozen food aisle look like a bargain. Will I grow them again? Of course, I always do because they look so lovely as they grow, and the taste is just so much better. I grow snap peas too and they really are a good return on investment. The carrots are probably near harvest time and the onions are right behind them. We pulled up the bolted spinach and planted celery in its place. Succession planting is the best way to utilize space but it can be a challenge to keep up with it.
Raspberries are finally ripening! These are my favorite berries and probably the most difficult, at least for me, to raise. Today Larry covered them with net curtains because the birds seem to favor them too.
With the cherries, a handful of raspberries, a cup or two of strawberries and a few blueberries, I made a batch of mixed berry jam this afternoon. I suppose you could call it CRABS jam, right?--Cherry- raspberry and blueberry-strawberry jam! It's delicious, whatever it might be called. I also made a cherry cobbler, and since we had teenage workers here, I baked a penne casserole and chocolate chip-oatmeal-cranberry cookies for lunch and made a salad to go with it.
This little guy is a volunteer, one of several scattered throughout the garden (along with the volunteer dill). I'm not sure what variety he is although obviously it's a larger kind of tomato as opposed to the cherry type, which is what we had planted in there last year. I think the birds helped us out. I am curious to see what develops here, but so far the plant and its fruit look pretty good.
I'll try to post photos of the flowerbeds tomorrow--the good, the bad and the ugly of them. I've done a lot of work in them this week but there is still work to do, mulching in particular. Does garden work ever really end?
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Thursday, May 31, 2012
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
A Wild Week
Last week was certainly one for the books. Lots of travel, lots of changes in plans, and lots of interesting things to see and do. Here's a quick look at the week:
Monday: Unpacked from the family reunion, caught up a little on laundry and housework and gardens and packed again for a trip to Texas with my youngest son. Went to my booth to do a little tidy-up and collect my mid-month check. It was a good one :) The lumber arrived for the subfloor of the new cabin room. I picked cherries and Larry harvested the first broccoli.
Tuesday: on the road early, driving across Ohio, Kentucky, Tennessee and on to Little Rock, Arkansas. At Little Rock, my son had a sudden change in plans that meant he would not be going on to Texas. So rather than driving on to Dallas the next day, we came right back home. It was a long trip, but the sight of the sun setting in Arkansas was almost worth the drive. Never have I seen such a huge, beautiful sun and sunset. To top it off, a stunt plane began flying loops as the red sun was setting and mist rose from the huge, flat fields. Incredible. And incredibly, no pics because I was driving and my camera was in the back seat.
We stayed at a really nice hotel, thanks to Derek who used some of his frequent flyer points to book us a room. The view from our room was beautiful. We were on the 13th floor--I thought hotels didn't have them?
This odd photo was one I took from our window. I have no idea what happened when I snapped it, but I kinda like it. I would have liked to explore Little Rock--it seemed to be a vibrant, busy place with lots to see.
Wednesday: we made the return trek through Memphis, Nashville, Louisville, Cincinnati and on to home. The Mississippi River at Memphis was gorgeous and I really wanted to stop a while and look around but we had no time for that. We did stop at a Waffle House where our waitress' name was Porsche. Grits, eggs, bacon for me and grilled chicken and eggs for Tommy was a bright spot in the morning--especially served with such Southern humor and down-home friendliness. I loved the black lady who came in with a basket of handcrafted flowers, singing and smiling. We were home before midnight and believe me, I slept like a baby.
Thursday: home to regroup. Tommy got a call for a job interview in Dallas! So guess what? No, we didn't drive back down. He booked a flight out of Columbus, Ohio for Friday. I caught up on email, did laundry, cleaned up the porch and deck, painted the porch rockers and cabinet and worked in my flower gardens while Larry mowed grass. Then we all went to bed early for a 4:00 am wake-up.
Friday: we were up and out by 4:30 am, headed to Columbus on Larry's birthday. We got there at 7:30am, dropped Tommy at the airport, then found a Waffle House for breakfast. This one was not the southern-comfort place of Arkansas, but still cheerful and friendly. I have to say, though, someone needs to teach them to make grits. We left in search of a thrift store I'd visited last December that ranked in my mind as one of the best ever. Run by Volunteers of America, their prices are good and the range of items for sale is stunning. We had a little trouble finding it, but a stop at a yard sale (and some good finds there!) got us directions.
We shopped a bit, then headed out of town--in the wrong direction. A look at the map showed another route we could take, though, a "back way" through small towns and farm country. We decided to give it a try. It was a beautiful trip, past fields of corn, old farmhouses, tiny towns and villages, through the woodsy paradise of Hocking Hills and into the college town of Athens, Ohio where we finally found the usual route again.
We arrived in Ripley at last (the town closest to where I live) and were just in time to scout the "Ripley On Sale" event at the courthouse. We scored there too, lots of bargains. It was beastly hot, so we didn't stay long. And who should we see there but our little great-granddaughter and her mommy! We talked a bit then headed to a Mexican restaurant for Larry's birthday dinner, then home to feed the animals. That should have been the end of the day, but it didn't stop there.
We got back in the car and headed to Charleston because, folks, it was Vandalia weekend! Vandalia is the annual gathering of state musicians and artists on the lawns of the state Capitol. There are contests for fiddlers, banjos, etc, a liar's contest, cake walk, music jams everywhere, dancing of all kinds, our friends Ron and Wendy there with their birds---this is the showcase of our state's culture. Friday night was the concert and awarding of the Vandalia Award and we knew our friends Mike and Tim Bing and their brother Dave were this year's recipients. We didn't want to miss that! We walked into the theater just as the Bings were given the award--what timing. Then we enjoyed an hour of some of the best music and poetry as the staff and students of Allegheny Echoes took the stage. Following them the Augusta Heritage Center presented their staff and students to highlight the 5 weeks of classes offered every summer at Davis & Elkins College in Elkins, WV.
The surprise of the night for us was when Larry's cousin, Junior Holstein, was brought onstage to play fiddle. Junior is one of the last of his generation of fiddlers and knows many old-time tunes that are not known to younger musicians.
He played two tunes; my favorite was "Mockingbird" in which he played birdcalls as part of the melody of the tune. We got a chance to talk to Junior a bit after the show. What a night. Bed was welcome when we finally got home around midnight.
Saturday: Up early to go to town to finish looking at the big sale at the courthouse and buy some plants from the Master Gardeners there, breakfast at the Downtowner, a visit with great-granddaughter again, grocery store, home to unload, then back to Vandalia. We enjoyed the music and dancing for a bit and I took the two children of some friends for a tour of the state Capitol building, including a look at the "bloodstain" and the tale of how it supposedly got there. It surely looks like a torso, doesn't it?
I used to be a security guard at the Capitol so I knew many ins and outs of the building and I do believe we explored them all! We rejoined Larry and the children's parents, then headed out to our house for a hotdog roast over the firepit, salads, melon, good conversation, on the deck and stories and songs on the porch. It was the perfect end to the day.
Sunday: We went nowhere! Laundry, dishes, garden work, lawn mowing, and general catching up was the order of the day. Derek and his girls came over for a cookout in the evening. We enjoyed fresh peas, lettuce and broccoli from our garden with the grilled chicken and vegetables provided by Derek who is a master on the grill.
Monday: All day at home again, this time working hard in my flowerbeds again and cleaning house. I also did some storytelling work. Larry started work on the sub-floor for the new room.
So, that was our week. There were little time for blogging for sure. I hope to make up for that by blogging daily again for a while and I want to catch up with all of you to see what you've been up to as well. This week will be much slower, with focus on the building project, developing stories and gathering produce from the gardens. It's time to pull the peas and plant cucumbers already. More about the garden in another post.
Copyright 2012 Susanna Holstein. All rights reserved. No Republication or Redistribution Allowed without attribution to Susanna Holstein.
Monday: Unpacked from the family reunion, caught up a little on laundry and housework and gardens and packed again for a trip to Texas with my youngest son. Went to my booth to do a little tidy-up and collect my mid-month check. It was a good one :) The lumber arrived for the subfloor of the new cabin room. I picked cherries and Larry harvested the first broccoli.
Tuesday: on the road early, driving across Ohio, Kentucky, Tennessee and on to Little Rock, Arkansas. At Little Rock, my son had a sudden change in plans that meant he would not be going on to Texas. So rather than driving on to Dallas the next day, we came right back home. It was a long trip, but the sight of the sun setting in Arkansas was almost worth the drive. Never have I seen such a huge, beautiful sun and sunset. To top it off, a stunt plane began flying loops as the red sun was setting and mist rose from the huge, flat fields. Incredible. And incredibly, no pics because I was driving and my camera was in the back seat.
We stayed at a really nice hotel, thanks to Derek who used some of his frequent flyer points to book us a room. The view from our room was beautiful. We were on the 13th floor--I thought hotels didn't have them?
This odd photo was one I took from our window. I have no idea what happened when I snapped it, but I kinda like it. I would have liked to explore Little Rock--it seemed to be a vibrant, busy place with lots to see.
Wednesday: we made the return trek through Memphis, Nashville, Louisville, Cincinnati and on to home. The Mississippi River at Memphis was gorgeous and I really wanted to stop a while and look around but we had no time for that. We did stop at a Waffle House where our waitress' name was Porsche. Grits, eggs, bacon for me and grilled chicken and eggs for Tommy was a bright spot in the morning--especially served with such Southern humor and down-home friendliness. I loved the black lady who came in with a basket of handcrafted flowers, singing and smiling. We were home before midnight and believe me, I slept like a baby.
Thursday: home to regroup. Tommy got a call for a job interview in Dallas! So guess what? No, we didn't drive back down. He booked a flight out of Columbus, Ohio for Friday. I caught up on email, did laundry, cleaned up the porch and deck, painted the porch rockers and cabinet and worked in my flower gardens while Larry mowed grass. Then we all went to bed early for a 4:00 am wake-up.
Friday: we were up and out by 4:30 am, headed to Columbus on Larry's birthday. We got there at 7:30am, dropped Tommy at the airport, then found a Waffle House for breakfast. This one was not the southern-comfort place of Arkansas, but still cheerful and friendly. I have to say, though, someone needs to teach them to make grits. We left in search of a thrift store I'd visited last December that ranked in my mind as one of the best ever. Run by Volunteers of America, their prices are good and the range of items for sale is stunning. We had a little trouble finding it, but a stop at a yard sale (and some good finds there!) got us directions.
We shopped a bit, then headed out of town--in the wrong direction. A look at the map showed another route we could take, though, a "back way" through small towns and farm country. We decided to give it a try. It was a beautiful trip, past fields of corn, old farmhouses, tiny towns and villages, through the woodsy paradise of Hocking Hills and into the college town of Athens, Ohio where we finally found the usual route again.
We arrived in Ripley at last (the town closest to where I live) and were just in time to scout the "Ripley On Sale" event at the courthouse. We scored there too, lots of bargains. It was beastly hot, so we didn't stay long. And who should we see there but our little great-granddaughter and her mommy! We talked a bit then headed to a Mexican restaurant for Larry's birthday dinner, then home to feed the animals. That should have been the end of the day, but it didn't stop there.
We got back in the car and headed to Charleston because, folks, it was Vandalia weekend! Vandalia is the annual gathering of state musicians and artists on the lawns of the state Capitol. There are contests for fiddlers, banjos, etc, a liar's contest, cake walk, music jams everywhere, dancing of all kinds, our friends Ron and Wendy there with their birds---this is the showcase of our state's culture. Friday night was the concert and awarding of the Vandalia Award and we knew our friends Mike and Tim Bing and their brother Dave were this year's recipients. We didn't want to miss that! We walked into the theater just as the Bings were given the award--what timing. Then we enjoyed an hour of some of the best music and poetry as the staff and students of Allegheny Echoes took the stage. Following them the Augusta Heritage Center presented their staff and students to highlight the 5 weeks of classes offered every summer at Davis & Elkins College in Elkins, WV.
The surprise of the night for us was when Larry's cousin, Junior Holstein, was brought onstage to play fiddle. Junior is one of the last of his generation of fiddlers and knows many old-time tunes that are not known to younger musicians.
He played two tunes; my favorite was "Mockingbird" in which he played birdcalls as part of the melody of the tune. We got a chance to talk to Junior a bit after the show. What a night. Bed was welcome when we finally got home around midnight.
Saturday: Up early to go to town to finish looking at the big sale at the courthouse and buy some plants from the Master Gardeners there, breakfast at the Downtowner, a visit with great-granddaughter again, grocery store, home to unload, then back to Vandalia. We enjoyed the music and dancing for a bit and I took the two children of some friends for a tour of the state Capitol building, including a look at the "bloodstain" and the tale of how it supposedly got there. It surely looks like a torso, doesn't it?
I used to be a security guard at the Capitol so I knew many ins and outs of the building and I do believe we explored them all! We rejoined Larry and the children's parents, then headed out to our house for a hotdog roast over the firepit, salads, melon, good conversation, on the deck and stories and songs on the porch. It was the perfect end to the day.
Sunday: We went nowhere! Laundry, dishes, garden work, lawn mowing, and general catching up was the order of the day. Derek and his girls came over for a cookout in the evening. We enjoyed fresh peas, lettuce and broccoli from our garden with the grilled chicken and vegetables provided by Derek who is a master on the grill.
Monday: All day at home again, this time working hard in my flowerbeds again and cleaning house. I also did some storytelling work. Larry started work on the sub-floor for the new room.
So, that was our week. There were little time for blogging for sure. I hope to make up for that by blogging daily again for a while and I want to catch up with all of you to see what you've been up to as well. This week will be much slower, with focus on the building project, developing stories and gathering produce from the gardens. It's time to pull the peas and plant cucumbers already. More about the garden in another post.
Copyright 2012 Susanna Holstein. All rights reserved. No Republication or Redistribution Allowed without attribution to Susanna Holstein.
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
Summer Schedule is Filling Up
I worked on storytelling details yesterday: mailing contracts, touching base with a few people, updating my online performance schedule, ordering a couple new puppets and some other supplies for the library summer reading programs. I'm getting my ducks in a row and in marching order because this is going to be a busy summer of storytelling.
The photo is from last summer's library program of world stories. This year the libraries' theme is Dream BIG, so my programs for this theme are Sky Tales and Campfire Tales. I've had fun learning about constellations, creation myths and other how-and-why stories about the sun, moon and stars. As you can see in the photo, library program audiences quite often span generations.
My schedule is posted on another page of this blog, but here is a copy of it:
June 7: Private performance at my uncle's assisted living facility.
June 8-10: WV Writers Conference, Cedar Lakes, Ripley, WV. Networking and learning! See www.wvwriters.org for conference details.
June 19: Vienna Public Library Storytelling for Summer Reading. 10:30am and 1:00pm. Call 304-295-7771 for details.
June 20: Storytelling programs for Lincoln county libraries: Alum Creek at 11 am, Hamlin at 12:30, and Branchland at 3pm. Then on to Asbury Woods to tell stories for a Christian teen group at 7:00pm.
June 21: Storytelling at Nitro Library, 1:00pm
June 21-23: WV State Folk Festival, Glenville, WV. Coordinating the Oral Traditions tent and more.
June 22: Leaving the festival for a little while to tell stories for the Outdoor Adventure Camp near Elkins, WV.
June 24-30: Taking lap dulcimer class at Allegheny Echoes! Yay!
June 27: Louis Bennett Public Library, Weston, WV, at 10:30am and Lost Creek Library at 1pm: Summer Reading Program presentations.
July 3: Storytelling in West Virginia's Eastern Panhandle for Morgan County Library
July 6: Storytelling at the Ravenswood Library in my home county, 10:00 am
July 9: Storytelling at Summersville Library and Richwood Library in central WV
July 10: Storytelling for Moundsville and Benwood libraries in Marshall County
July 12: Storytelling for the Riverside and Marmet libraries in Kanawha County. 10:30 am at Marmet, 6:00pm at Riverside, with some time to explore in between.
July 13: Storytelling at the Ripley library in my home county.
July 16: Storytelling for Paden City Library ar 10am and the Sistersville Library at noon
July 17: Vienna Public Library storytelling program (Western Tails) at 10:30 am
July 19: Traveling south to tell stories at the Logan Area Public Library, 1:00 pm.
July 23: Traveling north to Cameron Library for a 1:00 pm program, then on to Mannington for a 6:00pm program.
August 5-11: August Heritage Old-Time Week, Elkins, WV: Teaching Appalachian Storytelling for a full week!
September 8: Ghost storytelling at the Southern Ohio Storytelling Festival.
September 14-15: Meigs Sternwheel Fest, Pomeroy, OH. Storytelling for the festival.
September 15: Chickens in the Road Annual Retreat, Camp Sheppard, Gandeeville, WV. Storytelling for the attendees of the CITR's second homesteading skills retreat. See details at www.chickensintheroad.com
September 22: Appalachian program at the Gaslight Theater in Sistersville, WV.
October 13-14: West Virginia Book Festival. Coordinating the storytelling programming for the festival.
October 20: Ghost Stories Concert, Sistersville, WV, at the Gaslight Theater.
November 3: Annual writing contest program, Ripley Library
November 10: Creative Writing workshop, Gaslight Theater, Sistersville, WV. Pending.
November 18: Private event, Martinsburg, WV
That's the schedule so far. There are a few more pending programs for the holiday season and other events, but this is enough to keep me hopping for a while, I think.
Copyright 2007 Susanna Holstein. All rights reserved. No Republication or Redistribution Allowed without attribution to Susanna Holstein.
The photo is from last summer's library program of world stories. This year the libraries' theme is Dream BIG, so my programs for this theme are Sky Tales and Campfire Tales. I've had fun learning about constellations, creation myths and other how-and-why stories about the sun, moon and stars. As you can see in the photo, library program audiences quite often span generations.
My schedule is posted on another page of this blog, but here is a copy of it:
June 7: Private performance at my uncle's assisted living facility.
June 8-10: WV Writers Conference, Cedar Lakes, Ripley, WV. Networking and learning! See www.wvwriters.org for conference details.
June 19: Vienna Public Library Storytelling for Summer Reading. 10:30am and 1:00pm. Call 304-295-7771 for details.
June 20: Storytelling programs for Lincoln county libraries: Alum Creek at 11 am, Hamlin at 12:30, and Branchland at 3pm. Then on to Asbury Woods to tell stories for a Christian teen group at 7:00pm.
June 21: Storytelling at Nitro Library, 1:00pm
June 21-23: WV State Folk Festival, Glenville, WV. Coordinating the Oral Traditions tent and more.
June 22: Leaving the festival for a little while to tell stories for the Outdoor Adventure Camp near Elkins, WV.
June 24-30: Taking lap dulcimer class at Allegheny Echoes! Yay!
June 27: Louis Bennett Public Library, Weston, WV, at 10:30am and Lost Creek Library at 1pm: Summer Reading Program presentations.
July 3: Storytelling in West Virginia's Eastern Panhandle for Morgan County Library
July 6: Storytelling at the Ravenswood Library in my home county, 10:00 am
July 9: Storytelling at Summersville Library and Richwood Library in central WV
July 10: Storytelling for Moundsville and Benwood libraries in Marshall County
July 12: Storytelling for the Riverside and Marmet libraries in Kanawha County. 10:30 am at Marmet, 6:00pm at Riverside, with some time to explore in between.
July 13: Storytelling at the Ripley library in my home county.
July 16: Storytelling for Paden City Library ar 10am and the Sistersville Library at noon
July 17: Vienna Public Library storytelling program (Western Tails) at 10:30 am
July 19: Traveling south to tell stories at the Logan Area Public Library, 1:00 pm.
July 23: Traveling north to Cameron Library for a 1:00 pm program, then on to Mannington for a 6:00pm program.
August 5-11: August Heritage Old-Time Week, Elkins, WV: Teaching Appalachian Storytelling for a full week!
September 8: Ghost storytelling at the Southern Ohio Storytelling Festival.
September 14-15: Meigs Sternwheel Fest, Pomeroy, OH. Storytelling for the festival.
September 15: Chickens in the Road Annual Retreat, Camp Sheppard, Gandeeville, WV. Storytelling for the attendees of the CITR's second homesteading skills retreat. See details at www.chickensintheroad.com
September 22: Appalachian program at the Gaslight Theater in Sistersville, WV.
October 13-14: West Virginia Book Festival. Coordinating the storytelling programming for the festival.
October 20: Ghost Stories Concert, Sistersville, WV, at the Gaslight Theater.
November 3: Annual writing contest program, Ripley Library
November 10: Creative Writing workshop, Gaslight Theater, Sistersville, WV. Pending.
November 18: Private event, Martinsburg, WV
That's the schedule so far. There are a few more pending programs for the holiday season and other events, but this is enough to keep me hopping for a while, I think.
Copyright 2007 Susanna Holstein. All rights reserved. No Republication or Redistribution Allowed without attribution to Susanna Holstein.
Monday, May 28, 2012
Everything's Coming Up Roses
The knockout roses are knockouts once again,
and this tea rose (name unknown to me) bloomed its heart out all this month.
A floribunda is mighty abundant beside the cellar,
and the yellow knockouts are still lovely but fading fast.
With such abundance, I just had to cut a few for inside arrangements.
Here's how they came out:
Most of my roses came as gifts, and actually the gift roses seem to do better than the others. Maybe it's the extra dose of love that comes with them?
When I first moved here, I had quite a few old-time roses, grown from starts dug from bushes still lingering at abandoned homesites or given to me by friends. All but two of these have succumbed to disease or age, but I wish I had some of them back. I dug up enough starts of one special favorite from a old house that was torn down for a watershed dam to be built shortly after I transplanted the roses. I had a short hedge of them alongside the house and they were a pure delight. One by one they disappeared; most were victims of lawn mowers and weedeaters since my guys were not as in love with the prickly plants as I was. One managed to hang on for almost 30 years, finally dying out two years ago. The color of this rose was so deep it looked almost black, and was more purple than red. And oh, the scent! I have yet to find a rose to match it. I never knew its name, but should I ever run across a deep purple rose with yellow stamens and that heavenly smell, I will recognize it instantly.
I had hoped to make some things with my rose petals this year but May proved to be such a busy month that I did not have any time to harvest and play around with them. So that will be a project on hold until next year, and perhaps by then I will have discovered a replacement for the one I loved so well. There's always a chance, right?
Copyright 2007 Susanna Holstein. All rights reserved. No Republication or Redistribution Allowed without attribution to Susanna Holstein.
Sunday, May 27, 2012
Week in Review: Family Reunion
I have a lot of catching up to do. I'll start with scenes from a busy family reunion last weekend:
It's not easy to leave home this time of year, with the flowers blooming and the gardens burgeoning. But the past week was full of travel.
First was the family reunion at Lost River State Park. Larry (wearing his part hat that makes me say uh-oh because I never know what's he'll be up to when he wears it) and granddaughter Hannah helped move some of my sister Judy's horses from the pasture to the stables for the weekend. Judy operates the stables at the park, and during the reunion many family members go riding.
Friday night gathering in our cabin with sisters, in-laws, grandchildren and cousins.
I spent a little quite time on the porch in the morning, waiting for my pasta to cook for the salad I was making for the reunion. This cabin is like home in some ways--rustic decor and a fireplace--but different because it is surrounded by the forest, and there are neighboring cabins that I can see, unlike home where we can see no other houses.
Was there really a secret cache in the ceiling of one of the cabins? Curious minds wanted to know. We found the access, but no stash. It kept me and a few of the younger ones curious and busy for while though.
Some played volleyball, some went stargazing, some rode a unicycle, others climbed trees or spent hours talking. All had a good time.
There sure were a lot of these shirts around! Judy coordinated this project and the shirts were a big hit.
It seemed like the reunion was over so quickly! We drove home via Big Ridge, the back way to Moorefield. We had an extra passenger or two:
Hannah rode back with us, along with grand-dog Benson who is staying with us for a few weeks while his family moves. Bennie seemed pretty comfortable on the ride home.
I have such good memories of this weekend: renewing ties with family, getting to spend time with granddaughter Sarah and her family, watching cousins play and talk, sharing news and listening to stories and songs at the evening family storytelling time. Although there were fewer people at the reunion this year (lots of conflicting events and schedules) I think it was the best one we've ever had.
Next year? Maybe some of our English cousins will join us. For certain there will be at least one new baby to meet. I am so glad we started this tradition and I hope it continues for a long, long time. In the end, there is nothing quite like being with one's family.
Copyright 2007 Susanna Holstein. All rights reserved. No Republication or Redistribution Allowed without attribution to Susanna Holstein.
It's not easy to leave home this time of year, with the flowers blooming and the gardens burgeoning. But the past week was full of travel.
First was the family reunion at Lost River State Park. Larry (wearing his part hat that makes me say uh-oh because I never know what's he'll be up to when he wears it) and granddaughter Hannah helped move some of my sister Judy's horses from the pasture to the stables for the weekend. Judy operates the stables at the park, and during the reunion many family members go riding.
Friday night gathering in our cabin with sisters, in-laws, grandchildren and cousins.
I spent a little quite time on the porch in the morning, waiting for my pasta to cook for the salad I was making for the reunion. This cabin is like home in some ways--rustic decor and a fireplace--but different because it is surrounded by the forest, and there are neighboring cabins that I can see, unlike home where we can see no other houses.
Some played volleyball, some went stargazing, some rode a unicycle, others climbed trees or spent hours talking. All had a good time.
There sure were a lot of these shirts around! Judy coordinated this project and the shirts were a big hit.
It seemed like the reunion was over so quickly! We drove home via Big Ridge, the back way to Moorefield. We had an extra passenger or two:
Hannah rode back with us, along with grand-dog Benson who is staying with us for a few weeks while his family moves. Bennie seemed pretty comfortable on the ride home.
I have such good memories of this weekend: renewing ties with family, getting to spend time with granddaughter Sarah and her family, watching cousins play and talk, sharing news and listening to stories and songs at the evening family storytelling time. Although there were fewer people at the reunion this year (lots of conflicting events and schedules) I think it was the best one we've ever had.
Next year? Maybe some of our English cousins will join us. For certain there will be at least one new baby to meet. I am so glad we started this tradition and I hope it continues for a long, long time. In the end, there is nothing quite like being with one's family.
Copyright 2007 Susanna Holstein. All rights reserved. No Republication or Redistribution Allowed without attribution to Susanna Holstein.
Monday, May 21, 2012
On the Road...Again
I thought I'd have time to write a good post, but instead I'm packing for yet another road trip. This one will take me to Dallas where I hope to see my nephew and his family before flying home. Why am I going? Youngest son Tommy graduated from college last week; he is going to San Diego and I'm riding along for part of the trip. He'll pick up a friend in Texas to continue the journey with him. So I will probably not be posting much until the end of the week. Here are a few quick updates.
Home news: The gardens are in pretty good shape and Larry will be here to water, etc. He's got company too--our grand-dog Benson is here for a few weeks while his family moves to a new home. I brought plants home from the reunion that will have to wait until I get home again to plant. I picked cherries this morning, enough for a pie, I think, and they're going to have to wait until I get back--maybe a Memorial Day pie? Lumber arrived this morning from 84 Lumber for the floor joists and subfloor for the new log room we'll be building this summer. Larry bought a new banjo last week for his weeklong beginning banjo class at Allegheny Echoes and I got replacement strings for my dulcimer.
Family news: Granddaughter Kate is graduating soon, as is our niece Carmella, and granddaughter Cassie is in LA with her music publishing company--where she met Ted Danson! And she didn't even know who he was. Generation gap for sure. Granddaughter Allison got a scholarship to a private high school for her volleyball, Haley will be working at my sister Judy's stables this summer, and Sarah plans to spend her next college semester in Ecuador. Derek returned home from 2 weeks on the road with his training program for the Army National Guard and was able to stop by Niagara Falls on the way home. I've been busy responding to requests for storytelling for this summer. Grandson Clayton participated in the WV State High School Track Meet this past weekend but I haven't heard yet how that went. So many things are happening in this family, so many good things.
I'll be back on Friday, I hope, unless I find a way to post while on the road. Meantime have a good week and I'll see you on Friday (which is Larry's birthday, come to think of it!)
Copyright 2007 Susanna Holstein. All rights reserved. No Republication or Redistribution Allowed without attribution to Susanna Holstein.
Home news: The gardens are in pretty good shape and Larry will be here to water, etc. He's got company too--our grand-dog Benson is here for a few weeks while his family moves to a new home. I brought plants home from the reunion that will have to wait until I get home again to plant. I picked cherries this morning, enough for a pie, I think, and they're going to have to wait until I get back--maybe a Memorial Day pie? Lumber arrived this morning from 84 Lumber for the floor joists and subfloor for the new log room we'll be building this summer. Larry bought a new banjo last week for his weeklong beginning banjo class at Allegheny Echoes and I got replacement strings for my dulcimer.
Family news: Granddaughter Kate is graduating soon, as is our niece Carmella, and granddaughter Cassie is in LA with her music publishing company--where she met Ted Danson! And she didn't even know who he was. Generation gap for sure. Granddaughter Allison got a scholarship to a private high school for her volleyball, Haley will be working at my sister Judy's stables this summer, and Sarah plans to spend her next college semester in Ecuador. Derek returned home from 2 weeks on the road with his training program for the Army National Guard and was able to stop by Niagara Falls on the way home. I've been busy responding to requests for storytelling for this summer. Grandson Clayton participated in the WV State High School Track Meet this past weekend but I haven't heard yet how that went. So many things are happening in this family, so many good things.
I'll be back on Friday, I hope, unless I find a way to post while on the road. Meantime have a good week and I'll see you on Friday (which is Larry's birthday, come to think of it!)
Copyright 2007 Susanna Holstein. All rights reserved. No Republication or Redistribution Allowed without attribution to Susanna Holstein.
Family reunion! It was fabulous. Three days with family was all that I imagined it to be. I'll be back later to update on the reunion and other things going on around here, just wanted you to know I haven't fallen off the face of the earth.
Copyright 2007 Susanna Holstein. All rights reserved. No Republication or Redistribution Allowed without attribution to Susanna Holstein.
Copyright 2007 Susanna Holstein. All rights reserved. No Republication or Redistribution Allowed without attribution to Susanna Holstein.
Thursday, May 17, 2012
Vintage Thursday: Auction Time
My car can hold a lot of stuff!
In the hatch: 4 foot round oak table with drop leaves, an oak occasional table with the coolest little porcelain casters, and a solid marble table top about 2x3 feet. Some other odds and ends were tucked in around and under.
Then in the back seat, more stuff, including a rocking chair, wrought iron 4-tier shelf with glass shelves, a few boxes of odds and ends, and (best deal, according to Larry) a pair of work coveralls. It's a mess but we had a time getting it all in the car.
Then there were two leaded glass windows to put in too. One is in good shape, the other not so good but still nice. Somewhere hidden in here is a stoneware cookie jar, a Fenton amethyst vase, and ...
yes, a set of sip n strip glasses--how weird is that. I listed these on eBay. It was an interesting evening at the auction; I did get some odd looks when I got these in a lot; not something a granny would buy! I hope they sell, though.
There were other good finds last week, and I'll try to post them later. I hope your weekend finds were fine too!
Copyright 2007 Susanna Holstein. All rights reserved. No Republication or Redistribution Allowed without attribution to Susanna Holstein.
Tuesday, May 15, 2012
Going Across the Mountains: Day 2
From my journal, May 12, 2012:
It is 6:00 am in Hinton, WV. Birds have been singing for an hour, welcoming a day that has not yet dawned. A train whistle sounds somewhere downriver. Fog blankets the town, hiding the sheltering mountains that slope up and away from the mighty New, Bluestone, and Sandstone rivers.
Out of my window I see the black-and-whites pull in; an officer gets out of one, punches a code and enters the city building. I wonder what mischief occurred in the night or if all was merely routine patrol in this small river town. A car clatters over the brick street; a truck towing a boat heads out, perhaps for a day of fishing. Across the street a Halloween banner hangs on gambrel-roofed house that once sported a two-story front porch. The porch has been replaced by a one-dimensional deck, leaving double doors on the second floor open to nothingness. A knockout red rose blooms wildly in the yard beside a patriotic flag and a mossy cut-stone wall.
On the opposite corner a neatly trimmed hedge edges the street for a short, undefined distance. I wonder who keeps it maintained so squarely because the hedge seems to start and stop with no apparent relevance, but then I see that once it edged the entire corner until a handicapped-accessible curb was built. Poison ivy struggles to take a stand in the hedge but it too is regimentally trimmed to a rigid box shape.
A train's engine rumbles louder and louder; a freight moving through? Where is it going and what is it hauling? Yesterday an Amtrak train passed us like we were sitting still although we were traveling about 60 miles per hour. This train sounds like its load is a heavy one, perhaps coal from the mines not far away. Mines are never far away in southern West Virginia.
Quiet descends when the train has passed. The highway below me, Route 20, is not busy at six o'clock on a Saturday morning. The town still sleeps. I, sitting in the curving bow window on the second floor of the Chestnut Revival Bed and Breakfast, watch the day begin 200 miles from my own bed yet I feel completely at home. Behind me Larry sleeps in the tall four-poster bed with downy blankets drawn to his chin. Floorboards creak with age but not human weight.
I look out at a church steeple, a tall pink brick building with an elevator room jutting from its roof, at Bluestone Tire not yet open for the day's business, and at turn-of-the-twentieth-century brick homes with dark windows. An early walker startles me. She is an elderly woman in tan slacks, white cardigan. She passes quickly, one hand on her hip as if that side is painful and needs the comfort of a touch. Her gray hair disappears around a corner. A truck passes. Larry stirs. Another truck, this one towing a boat, a large pontoon boat the conjures visions of a lazy day of floating on the rivers. Down the street the bright orange-yellow school buses are still. This is a day of rest for them.Yet another truck towing a boat passes, a sleek racing boat. The waters will be busy on this fine day.
The fog lifts slowly and deep green hills emerge, their tops oddly but softly flattened by the still dense fog. Downstairs I hear pots hitting steel stove burners. Breakfast is being prepared. It is time to shower, dress, eat and begin. I see a glimmer of sun escape the hovering fog.
Copyright 2007 Susanna Holstein. All rights reserved. No Republication or Redistribution Allowed without attribution to Susanna Holstein.
It is 6:00 am in Hinton, WV. Birds have been singing for an hour, welcoming a day that has not yet dawned. A train whistle sounds somewhere downriver. Fog blankets the town, hiding the sheltering mountains that slope up and away from the mighty New, Bluestone, and Sandstone rivers.
Out of my window I see the black-and-whites pull in; an officer gets out of one, punches a code and enters the city building. I wonder what mischief occurred in the night or if all was merely routine patrol in this small river town. A car clatters over the brick street; a truck towing a boat heads out, perhaps for a day of fishing. Across the street a Halloween banner hangs on gambrel-roofed house that once sported a two-story front porch. The porch has been replaced by a one-dimensional deck, leaving double doors on the second floor open to nothingness. A knockout red rose blooms wildly in the yard beside a patriotic flag and a mossy cut-stone wall.
On the opposite corner a neatly trimmed hedge edges the street for a short, undefined distance. I wonder who keeps it maintained so squarely because the hedge seems to start and stop with no apparent relevance, but then I see that once it edged the entire corner until a handicapped-accessible curb was built. Poison ivy struggles to take a stand in the hedge but it too is regimentally trimmed to a rigid box shape.
A train's engine rumbles louder and louder; a freight moving through? Where is it going and what is it hauling? Yesterday an Amtrak train passed us like we were sitting still although we were traveling about 60 miles per hour. This train sounds like its load is a heavy one, perhaps coal from the mines not far away. Mines are never far away in southern West Virginia.
Quiet descends when the train has passed. The highway below me, Route 20, is not busy at six o'clock on a Saturday morning. The town still sleeps. I, sitting in the curving bow window on the second floor of the Chestnut Revival Bed and Breakfast, watch the day begin 200 miles from my own bed yet I feel completely at home. Behind me Larry sleeps in the tall four-poster bed with downy blankets drawn to his chin. Floorboards creak with age but not human weight.
I look out at a church steeple, a tall pink brick building with an elevator room jutting from its roof, at Bluestone Tire not yet open for the day's business, and at turn-of-the-twentieth-century brick homes with dark windows. An early walker startles me. She is an elderly woman in tan slacks, white cardigan. She passes quickly, one hand on her hip as if that side is painful and needs the comfort of a touch. Her gray hair disappears around a corner. A truck passes. Larry stirs. Another truck, this one towing a boat, a large pontoon boat the conjures visions of a lazy day of floating on the rivers. Down the street the bright orange-yellow school buses are still. This is a day of rest for them.Yet another truck towing a boat passes, a sleek racing boat. The waters will be busy on this fine day.
The fog lifts slowly and deep green hills emerge, their tops oddly but softly flattened by the still dense fog. Downstairs I hear pots hitting steel stove burners. Breakfast is being prepared. It is time to shower, dress, eat and begin. I see a glimmer of sun escape the hovering fog.
Copyright 2007 Susanna Holstein. All rights reserved. No Republication or Redistribution Allowed without attribution to Susanna Holstein.
Monday, May 14, 2012
Going Across the Mountains, Day 1
Goin' cross the mountains, oh fare ye well,
Goin' cross the mountains, oh fare ye well...
Lines from an old Civil War song fit our weekend journey quite well. We traveled across the mountains to the southern part of the state to the home of our friends Ron and Wendy Perrone, who operate the Three Rivers Avian Center high atop Brooks Mountain in Summers county. It's a beautiful drive, passing stunning scenery like this:
and this:
We wound up the gravel road to their home, passing swaths of pale blue wild foxglove.
The view from their home
is worth the drive:
After an evening cookout, we headed for the bed-and-breakfast in Hinton called The Chestnut Revival. This is the place we laid our heads on this first day of our weekend trip:
More tomorrow about this place and early morning in Hinton, West Virginia.
Copyright 2007 Susanna Holstein. All rights reserved. No Republication or Redistribution Allowed without attribution to Susanna Holstein.
Goin' cross the mountains, oh fare ye well...
Lines from an old Civil War song fit our weekend journey quite well. We traveled across the mountains to the southern part of the state to the home of our friends Ron and Wendy Perrone, who operate the Three Rivers Avian Center high atop Brooks Mountain in Summers county. It's a beautiful drive, passing stunning scenery like this:
and this:
We wound up the gravel road to their home, passing swaths of pale blue wild foxglove.
The view from their home
is worth the drive:
After an evening cookout, we headed for the bed-and-breakfast in Hinton called The Chestnut Revival. This is the place we laid our heads on this first day of our weekend trip:
More tomorrow about this place and early morning in Hinton, West Virginia.
Copyright 2007 Susanna Holstein. All rights reserved. No Republication or Redistribution Allowed without attribution to Susanna Holstein.
Friday, May 11, 2012
Around Home
It's been a busy week: gardens, flowers, storytelling, the auction last night (stuff to show you later) but right now I'm on the road again to tell stories for Migration Celebration at Little Beaver State Park near Beckley, WV.
A few pics from around home: the first one I tried to catch the knockout roses along the driveway; the second is one of my favorite flowerbeds, and the last is a (crooked) peek in the window to the fire in the fireplace. It's been cold the past few days here, and the fire felt good. We roasted our hot dogs in there instead of the firepit because it was so cold and rainy. We even had some hail one night. Wild weather, but today is a beautiful, perfect spring day.
I'll be back with more pictures after this trip. See you then!
Copyright 2007 Susanna Holstein. All rights reserved. No Republication or Redistribution Allowed without attribution to Susanna Holstein.
Tuesday, May 8, 2012
Rainy Day, Flower Day
It rained all day today. Poured some of the time. We're getting antsy to get things into the garden but today was not the day. Still we managed to make the most of a soggy situation. We bought plants.
The trip to Charleston's Farmer's Market, about 50-some miles away, was not without some adventure.
Yes, that's a Loomis armored car on its roof in the median. And that's money scattered on the ground. There were broken money bags and coin wrappers all over the place and the police were busy cleaning it all up--and keeping people out of it! According to the Charleston Gazette, both men in the truck received only minor injuries. Apparently some people who arrived first on the scene took some of the money and could be facing some serious charges if they are identified. Needless to say, we just drove on by. When we returned home 3 hours later, they were still cleaning up the site.
We managed to arrive at the farmer's market intact and with all our cash, which was a good thing because we left a good bit poorer than when we arrived. I miss my greenhouse this year; buying plants is fun but costly. I was happy to find the varieties I like, however, and a few flowers that were new to me. The back of my SUV was full when we left. Now we just need the weather to clear up a bit so we can get these things in the ground.
What did I bring home? Tomatoes of several varieties, tomatillos, celery (at last!), rosemary, squash, scented geraniums, new lavender plants (I lost a couple over the winter), chamomile, regular geraniums, petunias, this little white flower that I don't know but love it in pots, lobelia, Victoria, pineapple sage, chili peppers, bell peppers, and Lord only knows what else. We'll be planting fools when the ground dries.
We also voted today--it's primary election day in our state. I hope our votes plant some good people in office.
Copyright 2007 Susanna Holstein. All rights reserved. No Republication or Redistribution Allowed without attribution to Susanna Holstein.
The trip to Charleston's Farmer's Market, about 50-some miles away, was not without some adventure.
Yes, that's a Loomis armored car on its roof in the median. And that's money scattered on the ground. There were broken money bags and coin wrappers all over the place and the police were busy cleaning it all up--and keeping people out of it! According to the Charleston Gazette, both men in the truck received only minor injuries. Apparently some people who arrived first on the scene took some of the money and could be facing some serious charges if they are identified. Needless to say, we just drove on by. When we returned home 3 hours later, they were still cleaning up the site.
We managed to arrive at the farmer's market intact and with all our cash, which was a good thing because we left a good bit poorer than when we arrived. I miss my greenhouse this year; buying plants is fun but costly. I was happy to find the varieties I like, however, and a few flowers that were new to me. The back of my SUV was full when we left. Now we just need the weather to clear up a bit so we can get these things in the ground.
What did I bring home? Tomatoes of several varieties, tomatillos, celery (at last!), rosemary, squash, scented geraniums, new lavender plants (I lost a couple over the winter), chamomile, regular geraniums, petunias, this little white flower that I don't know but love it in pots, lobelia, Victoria, pineapple sage, chili peppers, bell peppers, and Lord only knows what else. We'll be planting fools when the ground dries.
We also voted today--it's primary election day in our state. I hope our votes plant some good people in office.
Copyright 2007 Susanna Holstein. All rights reserved. No Republication or Redistribution Allowed without attribution to Susanna Holstein.
Monday, May 7, 2012
Food for Thought, Food for the Soul: OOPS Storytelling Conference
I spent last weekend at the Ohio Order for the Preservation of Storytelling Conference in Mount Vernon, Ohio, just north of Columbus. The conference opened with a story swap at a lovely bed and breakfast. The first teller told a version of the Child ballad The Two Sisters in story form and I followed up by singing the Appalachian version of the ballad, Dreadful Wind and Rain. Later another teller told a story that included a mention of the gates of hell so I offered the ballad about the old woman who beats the devil called The Farmer's Curst Wife. I love it when stories and songs come together this way.
Keynoter and featured teller Elizabeth Ellis led us off with a morning session that had us thinking about the different hats we wear as storytellers: artist, craftsperson and business manager. She hit the nail on the head: we're most comfortable in our artist hat, but the other two are equally important. The craftsperson is the one who does all the arranging, setting up, know how to use the mic and how to place the chairs, etc. She used some pretty cool hats to illustrate her points!
I'm pretty good on the first two hats; it's the third one that needs some work. Elizabeth challenged us to set goals for each hat for the coming year and I know which goal needs the most attention! Time to think about how I can do a better job of marketing and managing the business end of storytelling. I've already made a few steps so that's a good start.
I presented my workshop twice in the afternoon. My sessions had a simple goal: give attendees three stories they could walk out and tell immediately. The format was simple too: I told a brief version of each story, then asked for volunteers to re-tell the story. At least 2 people re-told each tale, then we discussed how and when the story might be used, whether or not to add props, puppets, audience participation, etc. In one session we also wrote the bones down on a flipchart for a participant who felt she learned better that way. I brought props and puppets with me so the tellers could experiment with them in the stories. The best verification that it was a useful workshop came later in the evening when one young man told one of the stories at the open mic. That was cool, and just what I wanted to see happen.
The evening concert features three or four fine Ohio tellers and then an hour with Elizabeth. She was outstanding: funny, inspiring, challenging, thoughtful, and always pulling us into the stories with her. Afterwards we adjourned to the motel for a get-together that continued the fellowship of the day. Elizabeth told a story that referenced the Civil War battle on Shiloh Hill so I sang the old song about that battle for her. I was sorry to see the evening end. Morning brought us together one last time for breakfast, then it was time to head home.
Thanks, OOPS, for an inspiring weekend!
Copyright 2007 Susanna Holstein. All rights reserved. No Republication or Redistribution Allowed without attribution to Susanna Holstein.
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