September 1, 1947
Pub. in the kitchen:
Weather: Hotter than
Crestfallen Manor Circulation: 47
339 Frost Ave. Editor: Genevieve
Rochester 8, N.Y. Publisher: Charles
Sandwiching this in between multitudinous jobs around here
sometimes gives this the small end of the loaf. But, here goes:
THINGS TO BE THANKFUL FOR: School opened its dear, sweet doors and my cross was
lightened by half. Whether this
house would have been standing in another three months with the male contingent
on 24-hour duty I wouldnít care to state.
Iíve collected 1/2 ton of sand and gravel here and there, I know that;
the woodwork will just have to be painted - preferably a nice shade of black;
the doors may hang on a little longer now, and the grass is simply smiling to
itself - it stuck it out again! School
is a wonderful thing, believe me.
And yet, the amazing part of it is:
Dick and Howdie arenít roughnecks by a long shot.
Iím beginning to understand how some of the yards around here are
hard-packed dirt and nothing more.
THE MANOR: This
monthís efforts donít show and that is quite discouraging in this business.
Charles spent a lot of time and effort doing cement work in the cellar.
He made 18-inch-deep blocks to rest the jackposts on to push this place
back up into the atmosphere where it is drooping. And he put a new floor in the coalbin so that I wonít have
to re-dig the coal out of the holes all winter.
A few of the windows have their green trim and that is the
project under way now, just in case we donít get the second coat on this fall.
Puttying windows took a lot of time, too, but had to be done.
big news of the month is our new dining room lamp - that is, itís new to us.
I found it while scouring the woods for a lawnmower.
Itís about 80 years old and, yes, you guessed, itís an old hanging
oil lamp, all brass and glass and milk glass shade.
Itís simply gorgeous! The
shade is about 18 inches in diameter, with a brass filigree band to rest in and
a small one, like a crown, on top. The
brass bottom which holds the old pressed glass lamp is very nice but the lovely
part is this: all around the band
at the bottom of the shade hang 30 double prisms, a joined diamond cut one and a
long tear-drop. Oh, we love it!
Charles fixed it for electricity in his own fine style and we feel
elegant - all for $13, the result of my bargaining and a trade-in of a
gone-with-the-wind lamp which was given to me and which I didnít like.
taking music lessons! No fooling.
ďThey laughed when I sat down at the pianoĒ and believe me, they had
it coming. Iím doing baby stuff
all over again but Iíll learn to play it or else.
My kids are never going to say to me, ďYou canít play it yourself.Ē
Iím also embarked on a tremendous undertaking - a lace
tablecloth. One of my nice
neighbors got another nice neighbor to show my how the little pieces are made
and Iím finishing my first 23 today. There
are only 1740 in the finished job, so pray for me!
The pattern would make a beautiful bottom for an alb.
And one of our pet kids went into the major seminary this week.
Maybe Iíd better not spread myself too thin - Iíll think I will promise
because that would give me several years to get the thing finished.
In fact, thatís a promise C.D. Iíll make the lace for the bottom of the alb in which you say your
first Mass. Mom can make B's if
them must be alike!
told you, I think, that when sheís in a pinch for a word with which to express
herself, Paulie (we call her Jones and that Paulie seems so funny) invents
words. This one is from Chris,
however. Stuck and excited, she
yelled at me, ďMummy, itís all going crookwards!Ē
And trying to get on the bandwagon with a few remarks of her own the
other morning, Jones said, ďYou know what I did this mornin?
All of a sudden I just fall awake.Ē
Howdie capped them all, though with this after a warning I felt impelled
to give him. ďGood Lord, woman!
Do you think Iíve lived with you for seven years without knowing better
than that?Ē I give up.
JOKES: Did all
of you please NOT hear my favorite story? A
gent got to heaven bright and early one dawning after a holiday and poor St.
Peter was simply up to here with work. Disgusted, he sent the new arrival out with a guide to look
around a while until he could get his papers ready. ďIíll show you the improvements,Ē the guide said.
ďAll things change and weíve fixed this place up really swell.
Now over here weíve put in a lovely grove of trees, picnic tables,
grills and everything for the Presbyterians.
They love church picnics, you know.
Then over here we have a new pool for the Baptists.
They love to slosh around in water and this will hold 1,000 of them at
once. And Iíll take you to see
the beautiful greens we put in for the Holy Rollers.
Right this way.Ē The
visitor noticed a high stone wall beside the path they took and said, ďWhat on
earth do you have a wall like that in heaven for?Ē
ďOh, shush!Ē said the guide. ďThe
signs are still in the paint shop and I forgot to tell people not to talk over
here. The Catholics are behind the
wall and they think they are here all by themselves!Ē
skip the spelling but hereís most of ours:
Asters, aster-daisies, anemones, bluebells, baby breath, bachelor
buttons, blanket of snow; cosmos, crocus, coral bells, columbine,
chrysanthemums, carnations, coreopsis, candytufts, daffodils, delphinia,
dahlias, daisies, annual and perennial forget-me-nots, flags, fever few,
foolís money, fall crocus; gladiolas, hyacinths, hardy sweet peas, hollyhocks,
Japanese lanterns, liverplant, day lilies, lilacs, marigolds, marguerites,
narcissus, Osark sunshine, pansies, phlox, primroses, petunias, peonies, purple
bells, pinks, roses, sweet peas, summer mums, stock, spider plant, tulips,
violets, zinnias. And most of them,
mind you, courtesy of gardening friends. Isnít
that wonderful for a first year?
And now I must quit. My
mind isnít working well. I washed
today and the result was three peach baskets full!
Could be Iím tired.
Our love to all.