Friday, November 30, 2012

CAMERA CRITTERS


We found these oxen at Mount Vernon, George Washington's home last Sunday.






Later downloads.  Gregg took two lovely shots which I have just seen after downloading from his camera.  I particularly liked the last one.


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Thursday, November 29, 2012

Skywatch Friday: Season 6, Episode 21

Views across the Potomac River, near Mount Vernon.




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Saturday, November 24, 2012

TODAY'S FLOWERS




This is part of the Thanksgiving flowers we enjoyed over our holiday.

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Today's Flowers was created by our good friend Luiz Santilli, Jr.



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TF teamPupo - Sandy Carlson - Denise


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Friday, November 23, 2012

CAMERA CRITTERS # 242


Yesterday we visited Arlington Cemetery.  Two of our family members who came up from Florida had never been there before.  


I saw a dark shape heading towards us through the gravestones and at first I couldn't figure out what it was.  We were in a quieter part of the cemetery and had often seen deer in the area so wondered if this was another kind of wildlife.  Much to our surprise a little dog soon appeared.  She belonged to a lady who was visiting one of the graves.  It was a momentary encounter as it wasn't long before the lady came over to retrieve her, after which they hopped into a car and left.



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Thursday, November 22, 2012

HAPPY THANKSGIVING!

Another previously scheduled post for today and actually wrote it last weekend.  This week we have company for the holiday and my time on the computer will be limited.  For those of you who are celebrating it, I wish you A Very Happy Thanksgiving and I hope everyone else has a wonderful day.

Please feel free to enlarge all the photos if you would like a more detailed look.


This is a repeat and part of a post that I shared a while back, telling of the time when Gregg was on an exchange tour with the Royal Navy, while Gregg was still serving with the USN.  You can read the full post here.


On arrival in England he was sent to HMS Bulwark for four months.  Much to his surprise and delight and because he was the only American on board, the Hong Kong Chief in charge of the wardroom gave him a surprise Thanksgiving Meal, and he had the honor of cutting the cake.

Monday, November 19, 2012

Our new guest room

This is a post I scheduled a few days ago as this week we're expecting company.  Family will be staying with us over the Thanksgiving holiday, arriving on Wednesday and leaving the following Monday. So much to do before. with lots of shopping and housework and very little computer time, you know how it goes.  I don't think I will be able to stay off here entirely and will try and visit in the occasional quiet moment.

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As I have mentioned occasionally I have been clearing out one of our rooms upstairs.  I used it as an old craft room back in the day when I made and painted my wooden Christmas Ornaments, but those days are long gone.  With Thanksgiving coming and on learning we were getting extra company we realized we needed another guest room, and I must say I had fun clearing it all out once I got going. 

 This room had been used to store anything and everything, and like a snowball running downhill it got totally out of hand as it was only too easy to throw things in. Before I tackled this project I would occasionally peek in, roll my eyes and tell myself that it was an impossible task, quickly close the door behind me and pretend there was nothing beyond it.  The time-crunch arrived with our impending company and it gave me that extra incentive.  I carried out that good old fashioned rule when clearing out the impossible and took those baby steps. At first I would do ten minutes here, ten minutes there and then as I could see that tiny light at the end of the tunnel, I gathered momentum.  The only thing that was needed to finish it off, was to put up one last print over the chest of drawers and to hang some curtains.  Gregg did that today.  

I should have taken a 'before' picture but doubt that it would have made it on here.  There was no carpet visible and boxes upon boxes practically from floor to ceiling.  

Here's Gregg putting up those curtains.  Later the print.  Thanks Hun!


And just like when stepping through the British Embassy doors and you are in a different country, the same applies to our new guest room. You find yourself in a little bit of England.


Gregg said it feels like a British Bed and Breakfast.


My British teddies made their presence known. I started off this small collection and a few have been given to me by family and friends.  The print above them is of the village I lived in 37 years ago before moving to the States.  When I found the artist online last year I bought two of them with slightly varying scenes.  The other is downstairs in the family room.  


You can also see my Dad's photo and one of my grandmother, my Mother's mom.  I borrowed Nanny from another spot to get the feel of the arrangement.  I'm busy looking for another old photo of Dad and Nanny will go back to her old spot. The bobby's helmet I bought from a catalog years ago when this company, as their story goes, bought all the old bobby helmets from the Manchester Police Force, and were exchanging them for the flat cap.  Dad never, not to my memory anyhow, wore one in his uniform days, as you can you can probably make out in that old photo.


Another angle leading out to the hallway.  As you look out the door, just to the right is Brad's old bedroom.  My next project.  Yes I have another project.


The old book case was left by the previous owners when we moved in 21 years ago, which I thought was very nice of them.  It previously had old paints and craft supplies on the shelves.  I have filled it with DVD's and CD's, and knickknacks.  


I got the idea to put the cups and saucers and teapot up here when I realized there was no room for them downstairs.  More cupboards to go through at another time.


When I saw them I loved the English cottage design.


One last shot of the reading material on the end table.


We still have the old wallpaper to take off and painting to do, but that's going to have to wait until next year.  

Gregg and I were looking at the scratches still visible on the door and smiled.  They belonged to our now long departed little pooch who got upset with us when we put her in there.  We hadn't long moved in and the room was still empty.  

We had someone visit us who was afraid of dogs.  We decided to keep her upstairs for an hour where we thought she would fall asleep.  Instead she objected by scratching furiously at the door.  When I saw those then deep gouges on the door frame I wasn't a happy camper but I couldn't be mad at her because she was very discombobulated with the move from one house to another, totally out of sorts.  We gave her lots of extra love and attention and she, like us, gradually settled into her new home.  

We did our best to sand those scratches down but they were pretty deep.  Now I look at them and remember how much we miss her, and it also reminded us of all the joy she brought us over the years. 

Saturday, November 17, 2012

TODAY'S FLOWERS # 221

The link is now open to Today's Flowers.

I haven't taken any photos this week so I am once again sharing photos I took this past spring and summer.  I hope you will forgive the repeats.


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TF teamPupo - Sandy Carlson - Denise


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Thursday, November 15, 2012

My Dad and The Junk Box

Dad - mid 1930

This post is in memory of my Dad whose photos I keep on my side bar, along with other members of my family.  He had his own junk box.  Under his careful eye when I was very young, he would often let me go through it.  There were all kinds of interesting collectibles, like old newspapers on important events kept from as far back as the early 30's, and old musical scores.  I would see those on the piano.  He was a great piano player and though I never learned to play myself, he taught me how to enjoy opera.  As a little girl I had no idea that this beautiful music had an identity, back then it was just my Dad playing the piano, but what we sang to were actually opera pieces.  He had a very good singing voice.

My Dad was an amazing judge of character which I know I have mentioned before.  That trait came in useful in his days as a 30 year career police officer, where it was probably fine tuned.  Not too long after retiring and after we had moved down to Devon, a friend of his whom he he had known up north, was opening a solicitor's office in the next town. He asked Dad to join him and help him set it up.  He enjoyed the work so much he ended up staying for another 20 years.

A little while ago Gregg reminded me of a story from one of our visits back home, when Dad asked if he would like to go to the court house in Exeter.  Through his work Dad knew all kinds of interesting people and Gregg was always impressed with how well liked Dad was by many, from the QC's to the man who had the food truck nearby where he used to get his cups of tea.

On the way they had picked up a 'client' who was to appear before the judge that afternoon.  Dad noticed his shoes were badly worn and falling apart and said you can't go up before the judge in those sorry looking shoes my lad, and he took this young man to the nearest shoe store, and bought him a brand new pair out of his own pocket.  He could always see what others could not see in a person and anyone could come to him if they needed help.  He always said, "Neesy, you can't go far wrong living by the Golden Rule."  (And if you are wondering who Neesy is, that's a nickname my family used for me as far back as I can remember.  It is used even now but only these days by Gregg and  my brother-in-law and niece who live in Germany). 

My Dad and I used to have a lot of heart-to-hearts and as I grew older I could see there was much wisdom in what he was trying to teach me.  As a police officer he definitely saw a darker side of life and having two daughters he knew he couldn't wrap us up in cotton wool, but he took care of us in subtle ways and sometimes not so subtle ways.  He knew when to put his foot down and just simply say, "No, no daughter of mine is going to......." and that was that, to whatever we had wanted to do.  We might as well have been living in the Victorian times once you passed through our gate but yes, we always paid mind to our Dad.  He was strict but never cruel, always explaining his reasons,  loving and kind, could joke with you and had a great sense of humor.  There was always a lot of laughter in our household.  And whenever we had a problem we could always go to our Dad.


But....I wanted to join the police force.  A look of astonishment followed by, "What?  No daughter of mine is going to join the police force."  The thought was incomprehensible,  still new territory for women back then I think.  Still a bit of a man's world, though we were making headway. I wanted to go to London to art school.  Again that look of astonishment on my Dad's face.  "No ruddy daughter of mine is going up to London."  It might as well have been Sodom and Gomorrah.  Truth be told that even though I was really upset at the time, and there was plenty of eye rolling on my part and probably Dad's too, and yes I can be the Queen of the Eye Rolls.  I am still working on that even after all these years and think maybe in certain situations that life offers, I ought to put a brown paper bag over my head. Anyhow, if I had done any of those things I had wanted, I would never have met Gregg and you wouldn't be reading this story.  So, I remember another thing Dad used to tell me, "Things have a way of working out eventually, even if you don't understand them at the time."

Dad would be the first person to say that he was not perfect but I think he taught us well.  No, I am not perfect either.  Gregg occasionally calls me "Judge Roy Bean" as I have always tended to see things in black and white, another thing I am working on.  But I am my father's daughter, a little cynical and definitely overly-cautious at times, but I try each and every day to find the good in people and yet at the same time know when it is time to let them go.  Hopefully I will never burn any bridges behind me.  

It would have been my Dad's 96th birthday today.  He's been gone for many years and I will always miss him.

Happy Birthday Dad!
This is for you.


The Junk Box

My father often used to say:
"My boy don't throw a thing away:
You'll find a use for it some day."

So in a box he stored up things,
Bent nails, old washers, pipes and rings,
And bolts and nuts and rusty springs.

Despite each blemish and each flaw,
Some use for everything he saw;
With things material, this was law.

And often when he'd work to do,
He searched the junk box through and through
And found old stuff as good as new.

And I have often thought since then,
That father did the same with men;
He knew he'd need their help again.

It seems to me he understood
That men, as well as iron and wood,
May broken be and still be good.

Despite the vices he'd display
He never threw a man away,
But kept him for another day.

A human junk box is this earth
And into it we're tossed at birth,
To wait the day we'll be of worth.

Though bent and twisted, weak of will,
And full of flaws and lacking skill,
Some service each can render still.

~Edgar Guest~

Tuesday, November 13, 2012

Bird D'Pot, Natures Notes, Wordless Wednesday and Not So Wordless Wednesday

These are juvenile guinea hens not turkeys, so never fear, they are safe this year.

Today I am linking to Bird D'Pot, Nature NotesWordless Wednesday and Not So Wordless Wednesday.  Please click on their names to go and see other neat photos from all over.  My thanks to their hosts.


Rusty Old Car

I happen to love all rusty old cars, at one time someone's pride and joy.  When I came across these lyrics,  I remembered the photos I took of this old car.


Artist: Pat Green
Lyrics to Rusty Old American Dream

I don't look all that ragged
For all the time it's been,
But I'm weakened underneath me 
Where my frame has rusted thin,
And this here state inspection,
I just barely passed.
Won't you drive me 'cross the country, boy?
This year could be my last.

I'm a tail-fin road locomotive
From the days of cheap gasoline.
For sale on the side of the road,
Goin' nowhere.
Rusty old American Dream.

I rolled off the line of Detroit in 1958.
Spent two days on the show room floor,
That's all I had to wait.
I've been good to all who've owned me,
So have no fear.
Come on, boy, put your money down,
And get me outta here.

I'm a tail-fin road locomotive
From the days of cheap gasoline.
For sale on the side of the road,
Goin' nowhere.
Rusty old American Dream.

This car needs a young man to own him,
One who will polish the chrome.
I'll give you the rest of my lifetime,
But don't let me die here alone.
Just jump me some juice to my battery,
Give that old starter a spin.
Hear me whir, sputter, 
Backfire to the carburetor
And roar into life once again.

I'm a tail-fin road locomotive
From the days of cheap gasoline.
For sale on the side of the road,
Goin' nowhere.
Rusty old American dream.
Still runnin', rusty old American dream.


Monday, November 12, 2012

Saturday, November 10, 2012

TODAY'S FLOWERS # 220

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These flowers were in the same bouquet that I bought last weekend.  I put them on the mantle.  If you enlarge the photo you will see our Moms.  Gregg's Mom is on the left hand side and mine is on the right.  She is holding me on my Christening day.  You will also see a print of the village that I was living in when I met Gregg 37 years ago.  We were married in the church and later our son was Christened there.  You can see another post about it here. I have four Harrop collectible dogs, all dressed in a British theme.  Three of them are bulldogs; Winston Churchill, a Policeman and John Bull, and the other is a foxhound in red riding gear.  I've shared a post about all these before which you can see here.  There is also a small pill box with a fox's portrait painted on the top.  I'll take a photo of it some other time and share it another day.


I hope you enjoy the sunflowers.  I took several shots outside while the sun was shining.










One last one back inside.


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Today's Flowers was created by our good friend Luiz Santilli, Jr.



You can find beautiful flowers from around the world if you click here.

TF teamPupo - Sandy Carlson - Denise

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