Monday, February 08, 2016

Antique Gnome and Fairy Homes

When my sisters and I were little girls our parents often took us camping. Money was tight for a while so for several years in a row our vacation destination was a little campground near Lake Ontario. Webster Park became our "home not so very far away from home." In those days parents weren't expected to keep their children in sight every minute and we spent hours on the campground playground.

When we got a little older we were allowed to play under the old pine tree woods that boarded the outer circle of campsites. One year some of the other kids showed us how to build little houses of sticks, pine cones, and dried needles from the forest floor. In no time at all I was hooked. Building one little hut was not enough. Instead we constructed entire villages.

Mom and Dad didn't take many photos back then so I count this particular picture a treasure. One visual reminder of a week one summer many years ago.

Priscilla also posted a camping memory. You can find it here ( or on my sidebar), and if I can figure out how Mr.Linky works we can hook up for Monday Memories.

The Barn Collective

I hope I'm not too late for this week's barn collective. My own computer is on the fritz so the photos of our own barns will have to wait. I didn't lose them, I just don't have the time to collect, edit, and resize them all over again right now. However, my sister and I went to visit our nonverbal, autistic brother on Friday afternoon and took our customary drive through the drumlin farmland of Newark, Arcadia, and Sodus, NY. (I once asked my 4th grade son what a drumlin was and he responded, "Long, low laying hills running north and south.") Ski slopes and farmland. It was a beautiful day.

This barn is on Heidenreich Rd just up the hill from the south end of the Zurich Bog.

Old Number 6 and his pals were watching from across the road. 

Our brother was fairly patient as we stuck our cameras out the window and clicked away. He was rewarded with a small chocolate Frosty not long after.

More of The Barn Collective with Tom.

Saturday, February 06, 2016

A Fairy Forest

I have found my first Fairy Dwelling. Across the driveway is a tree that the Cabinet Maker so graciously clobbered with his van on a slippery, snowy Sunday several years ago. A big hunk of bark was removed in the collision and it is now looking like the perfect spot for some imaginary friends to live. (I am almost way too excited.) Now if only it was warm enough to paint. (I know ya'll think I'm a little titched in the head, but I still love you.)

Friday, February 05, 2016

Thursday's Walk

Yesterday was fun. Bethany and I went out to lunch and then took Jake and Jilly to a nature center. We saw a herd of deer in the swamp, and a grove of Fairies in the woods. So cool and so much fun. Makes me want to be a kid all over again and now I am looking for spots for Fairy Houses to manifest in my own yard. (I've wanted to do this for years...)

Thursday, February 04, 2016

3X Thursday

It is good we have two computers otherwise there would be no 3X Thursday today...

Beth and I went on a field trip to Tinker Nature Center. We walked the trails and found an enchanted forest full of Fairies. I am sharing 3 photos from our walk this afternoon. There were so many cute little dwellings that it was hard to choose just three.

1. Is there still a child living within and do you ever let it out?

2. Do you consider yourself more athletic or more artsy?

3. Did you play in the woods as a child?

We cut our walk a little short and turned around after the little grove of Fairy Houses. Perhaps there were more around the bend, I don't know, but "Nature" was calling loud and clear, so we headed back toward the Nature Center Building (a cute little museum where you can rent cross country skis or snowshoes, providing there is snow...) and the potties. It was a wonderful afternoon and we enjoyed ourselves very much.

D is for Death

My laptop is sporting the red screen of death. I'm not sure exactly what that means but I'm guessing it's not good. Thankfully, all my photos are on camera cards.

Wednesday, February 03, 2016

D is for Drive and Destination

Three days a week I drive down Rte 104, across the Irondequoit Bay bridge and into the city of Rochester to the Friendly Home. Someone told me I should always take my camera along, so this week I did. No looking through a view finder when driving, just point and shoot, hope for the best, and straighten the photos later. Take a ride with me...

And here I am on East Avenue. The Friendly Home is technically in Brighton and has been around for over a hundred years. It is my weekly destination although my not so friendly lady is making me second guess this companion job... (Yesterday she called me a "piss pot." Why, you ask? Because it wasn't time to leave the dining room. Funny and not so funny all rolled into one.)

More ABC Wednesday here.

Tuesday, February 02, 2016

Tuesday Treasures

My sister Priscilla reminded me of the photograph that hung on the wall in our great grandmother's house in Angelica. For a moment I thought she was thinking of the huge old photos behind the door in the hallway, but those were of our great and great great grandfathers. She was referring to the photo of great grandma herself.

Several years ago, in 2007, I had an email from a distant cousin whose great great grandmother was a sister of our great grandma. He had read one of my blogs and found a bit on his own grandmother. Shawn sent me piece of research regarding the sisters. It read "Tillie and my mother Maude as they grew up were the Belles of Allegany County, my mother a beauty with golden hair and her sister, Tillie, a lovely dark haired, brown eyed beauty." I asked Shawn if he might have a photo of Maude, but he didn't.

Fast forward to 2015 and an email from another distant cousin whose name is Cindy. CIndy had also read one of my blogs and was kind enough to send me a photo of her great grandmother. Her grandmother, Maude, is on the left, and ours, Tillie, with the fancy hat, is on the right. Aren't they beautiful? And the photos, perhaps not displayed together for over a hundred years, are now side by side. I think they count as a treasure.
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Monday, February 01, 2016

Totally Humbled

I'm not sure how old I was, maybe 3 1/2 or 4 years old. My Uncle Chuck was building his own house and work had progressed far enough that the family was able to move in. Mom and Dad, along with Aunt Margie and Uncle Stan, decided to go visit.

I don't know what was required to get a C of O back in the mid to late sixties, but I do know that not everything was totally finished. The town had come along and found the family "camping" on their own property just about the time they were ready to move into the house. No finished flooring had been laid and it seemed like years to me before any linoleum was put down. The basement door had not yet been put in place and a curtain hung over the empty space.

I remember it almost like it was yesterday, seeing the curtain hanging there, and then for some reason known only to a four year old, I leaned on it. The immediate trip to the bottom of the steps is a bit of a blur, but I suppose it was back then too. Mostly I recall the sudden stop at the basement floor and how completely and utterly foolish I felt. It must have hurt at least a little, and was certainly frightening, I know I cried, and for a time had the attention of every adult in the house, which only made matters  worse.

My Uncle Stan tried to comfort and distract me with a bag of Hershey's Kisses but the still childlike introvert inside couldn't stand all the attention. (And just like we would do today, someone thought to grab the camera and record the moment.) Poor Uncle Chuck must have been terribly embarrassed too, and I'm sure he felt responsible, but  I never blamed him. I may have been silly enough to lean on a curtain, but I was old enough to know it too.

Sunday, January 31, 2016

The Barn Collective

I'm starting at home. We have a collection of barns and I have a collection of photos. We'll start with Barn 3.

Once upon a time this was an apple farm. Two of our barns have cinder block frames and The Cabinet Maker uses them for his shops. Barn 3, directly behind the house, is where we keep things like lawn tractors, bicycles, and all things garden-like. It has a shed roof behind and down underneath. Sometimes I dream about having some goats or chickens back there...

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Sunday Scripture

Be kind to one another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another,
as God in Christ forgave you. 
Ephesians 4:32

Saturday, January 30, 2016

Looking Over My Shoulder

Park Circle... When we finally reached the road that circled the park in the center of town, the long ride to Great Grandma and Uncle Leo's house had come to an end.

I often look backward in time and linger in the days of my childhood, days like those when we would pile into the car and drive to Angelica, NY to visit Great Grandma at her big old house on Main St.

Technically the house belonged to Uncle Leo but I always thought of it as Grandma's house. She lived with Uncle Leo, had an orange cat named Timothy, and a pen full of chickens  next to the garage. The was a cozy wood stove in her dining room and we would gather round the table there and the grown ups would talk. There wasn't much for three shy little girls to do but there was lots to look at; Great Grandpa's old autograph book, photos on the wall, and a china cabinet packed with knickknacks. One day we went outside to play in the leaves fallen from the tall old trees that lined the street. 

It's been almost 40 years since Great Grandma passed away. A part of me wonders at the little girl who was so shy and timid that she assumed her great grandmother hardly noticed her existence. I often wish I'd been braver and gotten to know the woman who quite obviously enjoyed our presence but never pushed herself on us. I miss her now and often find myself longing to climb into the car with Mom and Dad just one more time for another long drive just past the circle in the center of town to the big white house on Main Street.

Friday, January 29, 2016

Nothing Much

I don't hate my job, but I do enjoy my days off. Yesterday I had a chance to catch up with my friend Deborah and play with my felting supplies, and today I went to lunch at Panera with some friends. Although I haven't cleaned the house yet this week, I actually made dinner two nights in a row. (Pretty impressive since that hasn't happened in a long time.) Maybe I'll plug the vacuum cleaner in tomorrow and perhaps I'll even turn it on. Lest you think I am a total slacker, the place is not a disaster area and my bed is neatly made even if there are "bunnies" living underneath.

The Naughties are doing their job of misbehaving. They scoot down the steps to the basement when I'm not paying attention and hop across the table when they think I won't catch them. But they are typically very gentle with the baby and only once, in his zeal to swat at my sweater hood strings, has one forgotten my legs are not for claws.

In other news, one of Williamson's own is a contestant on American Idol this year. Did you see the girl with the hat? That's Jenna Renae. No, I do not know her, but up until a couple years ago she lived around the corner ( walking distance) and The Cabinet Maker did some work on her parent's house a few years back. He knows Jenna, and Nate and Sabrina know her. Me? I'm just enjoying the fun of watching someone homegrown compete, and hoping she does great.

Thursday, January 28, 2016

3X Thursday

It's late but it's still Thursday and I think there's enough time left in the day for a Thursday post. (I spent the afternoon catching up with a friend and I have to say, it was very nice.) So, here we go.

1. Do you grow a garden? What is in it?

2. Something on your bucket list.

3.What is under your bed?

Wednesday, January 27, 2016

Vintage Toys and Little Boys

My grandsons came to play on Saturday morning. The Grandfather made us French toast for breakfast and Grammy was kind enough to bring the big box of Fisher Price toys down from upstairs.

Jake wasn't the only one to find the box of old playthings alluring. Spencer had a grand time playing "people" too.

One little truck especially caught his fancy. A little tow truck that belonged to one of my sisters over 40 years ago. Never mind that the hook is missing and the wheels are worn, Spencer thinks it's perfect.

While Spence took his nap, Aunt Sabrina took a little bit of time to sit and play with Jakie. Josh, a little skeptical of their farm, wanted to know what an elephant was doing in the wild west. Never mind the giraffe. He never questioned its   presence. Maybe he didn't even notice.

Monday, January 25, 2016

C is for Cats

C is for Cats.
My son's cat had 2 kittens in June. In late September they came to live with us. We call them The Naughties, because they are, but we love them just the same.

It's easier for cats to watch birds out in the rhododendrons if they knock the curtains down first and so they do.

 Whether they like cats or not, visitors are good for snuggling.

I thought our old Christmas tree would be a good hiding place for birds... but the cats hid there instead.

I got rid of the old tree but Naughty One doesn't seem bothered. They just hide behind the maple tree instead. Good thing they're  wearing bells around their necks or the birds wouldn't stand a chance.

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Sunday, January 24, 2016

Sunday Scripture

Therefore humble yourselves under the mighty hand of God, that He may exalt you in due time, casting all your care upon Him, for He cares for you. Be sober, be vigilant; because your adversary the devil walks about like a roaring lion, seeking whom he may devour.

 1 Peter 5:6-8

Although The Naughties are both wearing bells, and I really like the look of the tree, I got to thinking it might not be such a good idea to have an ambush point so close to the feeding dish. Josh took the tree down to the burn pile for us late yesterday morning. (No birds were harmed in the making of this post.)

Saturday, January 23, 2016

On The Way

I took Lake Road to Wegmans in Webster this afternoon and popped my camera in the car for the ride. Found a really great barn just a hop east of Basket Road. Makes a fun photo to play with.

Come and join The Barn Collective. :)