Friday, November 21, 2014

Last Glimpses of Autumn's Splendor

The trees are striped nearly bare now, and the leaves that remain are sporting their deep copper color of late autumn. But I just had to share some (yet unseen) photos from our little corner of the U.S. when foliage was in all its glory.  Enjoy!











Tuesday, November 18, 2014

Putting Away Childish Things

I walked past this on the table.  I stopped and studied the items.  They are the contents Max emptied from his pockets.



Hmm.  Made me a bit wistful for the boy whose pockets used to contain acorns and rocks and rubberband ammo.  And made me a bit proud that, aside from the Sharpie, everything here was purchased with his own hard-earned money.

"When I was a child, I used to speak like a child, think like a child,
reason like a child; when I became a man, I did away with childish things."
- 1 Cor. 13:11

Thursday, November 13, 2014

How to Make a Great Apple Pie


It's apple pie making time!  I made one over the weekend.  And I made another today to take to a meeting.  As I was about to leave for the meeting, Technohubby said, "Please forget your pie."  Haha!  He was very happy that I brought some leftovers home.

Here are my simple apple pie making tips:
1.) Just say "no" to Crisco in your pie crust.  Butter is all you need.  Butter is the key to flaky crust.
2.) Use a mix of brown sugar and white sugar with your apples.
3.) No matter how much cinnamon it calls for, it will taste better doubled.  Don't be afraid to do this.  You'll never regret it.
4.) A deep-dish pie plate can hold 5 lbs. of apples.  Heap them high, because they will cook down.  When my pies go into the oven, they are about 7" high.
5.) Use a mix of at least three different types of apples.   The variety will create a delicious mix of flavors.
6.) Thinly slice your apples.  Mine are about 1/8-1/4" wide.
7.) Apple pie is always best served warm!

Wednesday, November 12, 2014

Of Ancestors, and Cellar Holes, and Maps

This year, Colette and I have taken up the new hobby of genealogical research. Fascinating!  Addicting!  And oh so fun to discover the unknown!  One of the biggest surprises we unearthed was that our ancestors once lived in New Hampshire!  What a thrill to relocate, unwittingly, to the very state where some of our ancestors achieved a measure of notoriety.  So today, we took off for a day of exploration and research into our family history.

My fifth great-grandfather was the gardener to Governor John Wentworth, the last colonial governor of the state of New Hampshire.  So, driving north through the countryside, we came to this road.



Turning right on to this road, we followed along the edges of stormy looking Lake Winnipeasaukee until we reached the next sign.




Wanting to see whatever remained of the farm where our ancestor was the gardener, which some biographies say meant that he was the "estate caretaker", we turned down the dirt road.  Sadly, the house burned in 1820, and all that remains is the cellar hole (the basement walls), an historic marker, and the original well.





Then, following an internet clue that our ancestor's home still stood in 2003, we navigated through the countryside with our vague description clues and tried, in vain, to find it.  No success.

So, our next stop was the library in the town where he lived to do more research.  And excuse me, but have you ever seen a more charming library in your life!?!?  We loved it!  In the two hours we were there, four other patrons wandered in, and I realized that they simply borrowed books...didn't check them out...didn't have them scanned...just borrowed.  Amazing!  Small town life is delightful!  Oh, and there's a grandfather clock in the library...it chimes.  Perfect.



Book after book revealed very little or nothing at all.  The librarian even rummaged through the attic for maps for us (what a sweetie), but nothing that might provide a clue as to where our ancestor lived.  We did, however, find this sketch and floorplan of the Wentworth mansion!  So, now we had a better idea of what sat above that cellar hole.



Then, just when the library's hours were about to end...eureka!  A book with pages and pages and pages on him!  It included the lot number of his land AND a map with lot numbers noted!


Back in the car and back up one of the previously searched roads, we found it!  I knocked on the door and spoke at length with the current owner.  He knew exactly whose home he owned, and told us all about it.  The interior, he said, has all the posts and beams numbered for assembly.  The original windows are now used in the new barn.  Naturally, it's changed much over the last 200+ years, and sports skylights, additions, and siding dating to different eras, but this is it!  My great-great-great-great-great-grandparents' home!


The front corner of the house closest to me shows the old, original boards and corner post.


He pointed out the cellar hole, which he said is only about 20-ft. deep.


The original barn was already gone when he purchased the house in 1985, but the granite foundation stones were still set in place.  He dug them up and uses them as settees in his yard.


We will definitely go back again for more research and the scouting out other sites, a tavern and a shop, which our ancestor owned.  And those grandparents are buried in the woods across from their home.  It was starting to rain though, and the woods were full of hunters, so tromping through the woods in our dark clothing did not exactly seem the prudent thing to do today.

Gorgeous sunset on the way home.


Wednesday, November 5, 2014

Waiting...Patiently

When the grandkids are coming over, we bustle about preparing for them.  We sweep and vacuum.  We pick up certain breakables and put them in safe places.  We remove the basket of dog toys to another room.  This must follow a very predictable pattern, because someone...someone...knows exactly what these activities mean.  He goes to the door and stands there, watching and waiting...patiently...for them to arrive.



And when the do arrive?  Happy barking ensues!

Monday, November 3, 2014

Pretty Inside and Out

Bittersweet, although an invasive pest that will destroy trees, is a beautiful accent for autumn decorating.  Last week, I hunted down a few country roads in search of some growing in an accessible place.  Success!  A few minutes spent standing on chairs tucking and twining and arranging, and the chandelier was looking very festive indeed!



And the foliage outside?  It's adopted it's late autumn shade of deep copper.  The sight of all those copper leaves filling the view from the family room windows today was quite breathtaking!


Last Glimpses of Autumn's Splendor

The trees are striped nearly bare now, and the leaves that remain are sporting their deep copper color of late autumn. But I just had to share some (yet unseen) photos from our little corner of the U.S. when foliage was in all its glory.  Enjoy!











Putting Away Childish Things

I walked past this on the table.  I stopped and studied the items.  They are the contents Max emptied from his pockets.



Hmm.  Made me a bit wistful for the boy whose pockets used to contain acorns and rocks and rubberband ammo.  And made me a bit proud that, aside from the Sharpie, everything here was purchased with his own hard-earned money.

"When I was a child, I used to speak like a child, think like a child,
reason like a child; when I became a man, I did away with childish things."
- 1 Cor. 13:11

How to Make a Great Apple Pie


It's apple pie making time!  I made one over the weekend.  And I made another today to take to a meeting.  As I was about to leave for the meeting, Technohubby said, "Please forget your pie."  Haha!  He was very happy that I brought some leftovers home.

Here are my simple apple pie making tips:
1.) Just say "no" to Crisco in your pie crust.  Butter is all you need.  Butter is the key to flaky crust.
2.) Use a mix of brown sugar and white sugar with your apples.
3.) No matter how much cinnamon it calls for, it will taste better doubled.  Don't be afraid to do this.  You'll never regret it.
4.) A deep-dish pie plate can hold 5 lbs. of apples.  Heap them high, because they will cook down.  When my pies go into the oven, they are about 7" high.
5.) Use a mix of at least three different types of apples.   The variety will create a delicious mix of flavors.
6.) Thinly slice your apples.  Mine are about 1/8-1/4" wide.
7.) Apple pie is always best served warm!

Of Ancestors, and Cellar Holes, and Maps

This year, Colette and I have taken up the new hobby of genealogical research. Fascinating!  Addicting!  And oh so fun to discover the unknown!  One of the biggest surprises we unearthed was that our ancestors once lived in New Hampshire!  What a thrill to relocate, unwittingly, to the very state where some of our ancestors achieved a measure of notoriety.  So today, we took off for a day of exploration and research into our family history.

My fifth great-grandfather was the gardener to Governor John Wentworth, the last colonial governor of the state of New Hampshire.  So, driving north through the countryside, we came to this road.



Turning right on to this road, we followed along the edges of stormy looking Lake Winnipeasaukee until we reached the next sign.




Wanting to see whatever remained of the farm where our ancestor was the gardener, which some biographies say meant that he was the "estate caretaker", we turned down the dirt road.  Sadly, the house burned in 1820, and all that remains is the cellar hole (the basement walls), an historic marker, and the original well.





Then, following an internet clue that our ancestor's home still stood in 2003, we navigated through the countryside with our vague description clues and tried, in vain, to find it.  No success.

So, our next stop was the library in the town where he lived to do more research.  And excuse me, but have you ever seen a more charming library in your life!?!?  We loved it!  In the two hours we were there, four other patrons wandered in, and I realized that they simply borrowed books...didn't check them out...didn't have them scanned...just borrowed.  Amazing!  Small town life is delightful!  Oh, and there's a grandfather clock in the library...it chimes.  Perfect.



Book after book revealed very little or nothing at all.  The librarian even rummaged through the attic for maps for us (what a sweetie), but nothing that might provide a clue as to where our ancestor lived.  We did, however, find this sketch and floorplan of the Wentworth mansion!  So, now we had a better idea of what sat above that cellar hole.



Then, just when the library's hours were about to end...eureka!  A book with pages and pages and pages on him!  It included the lot number of his land AND a map with lot numbers noted!


Back in the car and back up one of the previously searched roads, we found it!  I knocked on the door and spoke at length with the current owner.  He knew exactly whose home he owned, and told us all about it.  The interior, he said, has all the posts and beams numbered for assembly.  The original windows are now used in the new barn.  Naturally, it's changed much over the last 200+ years, and sports skylights, additions, and siding dating to different eras, but this is it!  My great-great-great-great-great-grandparents' home!


The front corner of the house closest to me shows the old, original boards and corner post.


He pointed out the cellar hole, which he said is only about 20-ft. deep.


The original barn was already gone when he purchased the house in 1985, but the granite foundation stones were still set in place.  He dug them up and uses them as settees in his yard.


We will definitely go back again for more research and the scouting out other sites, a tavern and a shop, which our ancestor owned.  And those grandparents are buried in the woods across from their home.  It was starting to rain though, and the woods were full of hunters, so tromping through the woods in our dark clothing did not exactly seem the prudent thing to do today.

Gorgeous sunset on the way home.


Waiting...Patiently

When the grandkids are coming over, we bustle about preparing for them.  We sweep and vacuum.  We pick up certain breakables and put them in safe places.  We remove the basket of dog toys to another room.  This must follow a very predictable pattern, because someone...someone...knows exactly what these activities mean.  He goes to the door and stands there, watching and waiting...patiently...for them to arrive.



And when the do arrive?  Happy barking ensues!

Pretty Inside and Out

Bittersweet, although an invasive pest that will destroy trees, is a beautiful accent for autumn decorating.  Last week, I hunted down a few country roads in search of some growing in an accessible place.  Success!  A few minutes spent standing on chairs tucking and twining and arranging, and the chandelier was looking very festive indeed!



And the foliage outside?  It's adopted it's late autumn shade of deep copper.  The sight of all those copper leaves filling the view from the family room windows today was quite breathtaking!


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