Ok, so I started my new year's resolution kind of late in the game, but I am keeping up with it. Inspired by a local radio DJ's resolution to discard 52 bags in 52 weeks to make a dent in the clutter and unnecessary and unused stuff that has accumulated around the house, I followed suit. I started late, but caught up by doing a mass cleaning over a few days. I even got ahead by a few weeks. Well, it's now week 13 and I've gotten rid of 12 bags. So, this week I had some work to do.
I still have some jobs on my to-do list that I know will net some more pitch-worthy items, like the kitchen cabinets, pantry, file cabinets. My bag this week (well - it was two 1/2 bags) were a stack of old magazines that went to the recycling and more shoes. My husband made a shoe shelf for the bottom of my closet. In rearranging I realized I have sooo many shoes I don't wear, so I pitched a few. A few more I am contemplating getting rid of soon. Seriously, I have dress shoes from my old office job (that I left in 2001) and haven't worn since. My next step is to try them all on. Those old work shoes were two kids ago and my feet expanded a bit with each child. What I can't squeeze my footsies into that are still wearable will go to Good Will.
I'll try to get on and update next week. How are everyone else's resolutions going?
Monday, March 21, 2011
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
What’s a rolling pin?
I’m such a history buff. I was excited today to revisit Copshaholm, the South Bend mansion built for J.D. Oliver and his family for a travel piece I’m writing. Oliver’s father founded the Oliver Chilled Plow Works. I had been for a tour about 10 years ago. However, we had two kids in tow, including a one-year-old that we tried to keep confined in a back carrier since it’s not stroller accessible. The problem is when he’s on your back, it’s hard to tell that he’s reaching for a 100-year-old chandelier or piece of artwork. The tour was more stressful than informational as we tried to make sure my five-year-old walked only where he was supposed to walk (he didn’t have a good track record and tried to bolt onto Elvis’ shag carpeting at Graceland when he was 3) and that the boys didn’t touch ANYTHING. Today it was just my husband and I and we were able to enjoy the tour and really take in the beauty of the place and every detail we were being told by our knowledgeable tour guide.
When you visit such a place, having a good docent can really make a difference. I remember taking a cave tour back in 2001 and the tour guide left such an impression. I still remember his name – Todd. He really new his stuff and kept me fascinated throughout the tour.
A good docent can take material that may otherwise seem boring and dry and liven it up, which is what Jo did. She told us that she was 75, which was amazing considering how quickly she bounded up and down the long stairways. She mentioned decorating styles that she remembered from her own childhood. She pointed out unusual features. She stopped in the bedroom of the younger son, who moved back home to the family estate following the death of his young wife after she got an infection following a fall off a horse, resulting in a broken back. She explained that following her death he didn’t remarry and lived in a bedroom and sitting room in the home for the next 50 or so years. She read a poem he had written to his wife about how each evening he would imagine her hand in his. She had everyone in the room teary-eyed when she finished.
Later, we went outside to see the worker’s home, which was quite a contrast from the luxurious mansion. The small frame house was filled with period furnishings from the 1930’s. She paused in the kitchen to pull out some utensils and see how much we knew about them. At one point, she pulled out a rolling pin and told a story about her daughter, who was an algebra teacher, and how a question was directed to the students to make a calculation on the measurement of a rolling pin. She was floored when a teenager asked her "What's a rolling pin?"
It got me to thinking. I know my teenager has used one as we always made cookies together around Christmas when he was little and would roll out sugar cookie dough. However, my younger kids have not had that advantage since I rarely do cookies from scratch anymore and the handle of my rolling pin fell off years ago and it was pitched in the garbage. The pre-made dough is so convenient and often more economical than buying all the ingredients separately and putting them together. My younger boys should know what one was if asked because we’ve had kitchen play sets that included rolling pins. However, it’s making me want to put on an apron and roll out a batch of dough. Perhaps some day soon, but first I have to go buy a new rolling pin.
When you visit such a place, having a good docent can really make a difference. I remember taking a cave tour back in 2001 and the tour guide left such an impression. I still remember his name – Todd. He really new his stuff and kept me fascinated throughout the tour.
A good docent can take material that may otherwise seem boring and dry and liven it up, which is what Jo did. She told us that she was 75, which was amazing considering how quickly she bounded up and down the long stairways. She mentioned decorating styles that she remembered from her own childhood. She pointed out unusual features. She stopped in the bedroom of the younger son, who moved back home to the family estate following the death of his young wife after she got an infection following a fall off a horse, resulting in a broken back. She explained that following her death he didn’t remarry and lived in a bedroom and sitting room in the home for the next 50 or so years. She read a poem he had written to his wife about how each evening he would imagine her hand in his. She had everyone in the room teary-eyed when she finished.
Later, we went outside to see the worker’s home, which was quite a contrast from the luxurious mansion. The small frame house was filled with period furnishings from the 1930’s. She paused in the kitchen to pull out some utensils and see how much we knew about them. At one point, she pulled out a rolling pin and told a story about her daughter, who was an algebra teacher, and how a question was directed to the students to make a calculation on the measurement of a rolling pin. She was floored when a teenager asked her "What's a rolling pin?"
It got me to thinking. I know my teenager has used one as we always made cookies together around Christmas when he was little and would roll out sugar cookie dough. However, my younger kids have not had that advantage since I rarely do cookies from scratch anymore and the handle of my rolling pin fell off years ago and it was pitched in the garbage. The pre-made dough is so convenient and often more economical than buying all the ingredients separately and putting them together. My younger boys should know what one was if asked because we’ve had kitchen play sets that included rolling pins. However, it’s making me want to put on an apron and roll out a batch of dough. Perhaps some day soon, but first I have to go buy a new rolling pin.
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