in the kitchen:
Ho-hum! Indian Summer
muffed her cue and summer slipped back onto the stage for a short performance
and a good many bows. Pansies bloomed, cosmos was more vivid and lovely than
ever, fall crocus came up, marigolds hopped the bandwagon and appeared in
profusion and, best of all, the roses had a whole new crop.
A touch of frost, like a bit of hard luck or worry for humans, does a lot
for the garden. Seems even flowers
cling to life.
MANOR: Seems we are not alone here
after all. Charles decided to
finish insulating the attic from that point at which Jack Frost made him quit
last fall. I stayed home from town
and everything was set for a quick, clean job.
Charles crawled and wiggled through the ceiling hole which is the
entrance to the attic and SHOT back down again. The place was a hotel for hornets! DDT having done its dire deed, he was ready to return to his
task the following Saturday afternoon and the temperature hit 88 in the shade
and 110 up there. So, no work yet.
With football all over the place, it’s a little late to bring up
baseball but I must tell you about the day the Dodgers put me through at the
wind-up of that Series. I’m
baseball nutty and the kids think I’m crazy when the Series game is on the
radio. I broke my neck to get a big
washing done so I wouldn’t have that thrashing to listen over.
Lunch was ready and over early. I
had sewing handy so my time wouldn’t’ be wasted while I listened.
Now, tell me, who is this guy Arthur Godfrey who gets so wrought up over
games? In my rush I put two of the
girls’ pretty sweaters in the washer - they went in size 6 and came out size 6
months! I canned peaches in a
pressure cooker at 20 lbs. for 5 minutes instead of 5 lbs. for 20 minutes! And during that last inning I nearly lost my best friend when
she called me on the phone and the ringing drove me nuts. When it was all over and the Dodgers lost, I was in worse
shape than any of them. And they
cut Leo into the cash instead of me!
Maybe you heard about the glorious display of Northern Lights we had here
this past month. So did I. With
what I thought was rare foresight, I made arrangements with a pal to telephone
me if/when such came to pass. I’ve
seen them up here several times and they are beyond description.
This gal lives on a hill with a bedroom which commands a mighty view of
the heavens and she prowls around all night.
So, I think I’m sitting pretty. Then,
she goes to California for a visit. I
could have screamed when I heard the reports the next day.
2, Charles and I saw a fight in our back yard the other day between a tough old
tom cat and our Petie Dink (the squirrel) which was a classic and ended in a
draw. Talk about Africa’s
“Joan of Lorraine” is the current show at the Community and very good
it is, too. Even our kids were
the exciting news about Community is that we were robbed.
No fooling. some
professional crooks broke in over the Columbus Day holiday, blew off the front
of our safe and got $800. We were
shocked; they were very pleased with themselves, no doubt.
Re: the music lessons. I’m
glad to report that there seems to have been a slight grand-opening of my head
and music is beginning to penetrate my skull which has successfully rebuffed it
for lo! these many years. I can
even remember a couple of oldies now.
We had a guest this month. Mary
Fennessy, a woman who lived here as a child, returned to the scene of the crime
and was overjoyed with the things we have done to the old place.
It made us feel good.
This time I must report an accident.
Charles let a wrench slip and smashed the middle finger of his left hand
last week. It is still as big as a
small cucumber, has to be bathed hourly in hot Epsom salts but so far no
infection has set in and X-rays show no break.
But he has a very sore paw and it temporarily on the “retired” list
as far as getting any work out of him is concerned.
Progress has stopped, still.
You should just see my pink violets, that’s all.
A Pink Lady and a Pink Beauty are in full bloom and are lovely to behold.
Now I’m being asked for cultural directions. Here’s my hap-hazzard
shot glasses, so the leaves can’t get into the water, I root pairs of leaves
in a bright, bright window that gets all the morning sun until noon.
But the leaves MUST be from a mature plant or else they deteriorate in
the water. In a couple of weeks
little thread-like roots start to form and I move them gently thereafter to keep
them from clinging to the sides of the glass.
about 1-inch of sturdy roots have developed, I plant them in small pots in a
mixture of plain garden dirt and fine sand.
Then I stick these pots into Old Fashioned glasses so that they are kept
up off the bottom of the glass and put them on the shelf in the same bright
window. Once a week these babies
get a good watering that leaves enough in the glass to cover the last I/2 inch
of the bottom of the pot. When
evaporation lowers the water in a day or two I let the soil get fairly dry, then
give them a short drink to tide them over to the big one a the beginning of the
week. In about two weeks, three at
most, the plant appears at the bottom of the planted leaf stem.
Continue soaking once a week, drying out partly and then a small drink.
for my last trick. You must not let
water touch the leaves of an African violet if the sun will hit it before that
leaf can dry off. They just turn to
mush if you do. But in the tropics
it rains a lot at night. So, I do
all my watering from the top, around the roots, with a long-nosed can AT
Then I don’t have to bother about hauling them out of the glasses,
making messes, etc.
more thing. If your best window
gets only afternoon sun, put them there but let curtains hold back the burning
rays. The cool bright sun in an
East window is the best but West will do if you dim it.
Not through shyness but
simply as an oversight, I forgot to inform you people that I am now a real
estate salesman. Yep.
Got my license an’ everythin’. So,
if any of you decide to buy a million dollar job in New York state, kindly give
me your trade. I’ll appreciate it
I’m now looking for clothes especially for a 4-year old girl - and her
name is NOT Christine Mary Angione. I’ve
handed out so much or YOUR clothes, etc. in these six years, I get calls from
all over the place. It’s a nice
poor, childless couple here talked so often about how they would treat a child
if they only had one, in comparison to the neglect nice neighbor children
received, an unwanted baby girl was dumped on their doorstep one day nearly four
years ago. They have obtained the
mother’s release of the child and friends have loaned them a the money for the
court expense. They adore her but
they are quite poor and they do need things for her. Under the circumstances, though, they cannot turn to any but
the most private aid or their adoption cannot go through. So, I’ll add my donation and pass on anything you can
We were given 3 bushels of
butternuts and 1/2 bushel of black walnuts and we’ve been driving ourselves
nuts trying to dry all of those nuts in competition with Petie Dink and all his
known relatives. He thought he had
hit the jackpot for sure and now we have to tie O’Toole to the grape arbor
whenever we decide to sun the nuts. And
being a first class loafer, O’Toole objects to minding them, believe me.
He loves chasing the squirrels, of course, but flies through the air when
he comes suddenly to the end of his long rope.
It’s a little riot every clear day.
Went to the Antique Show last night and my teeth are watering yet from
some of the lovely things on display but I had enough sense to leave my money
a neighbor who is breaking up her home, though, I did get a black walnut, marble
top bureau and commode for my room. Maybe
the museum doesn’t want them but I do and I love both.
That’s my Christmas present.
FRY: Howard had a bad cold and fits
along with it when he had to go to bed with same because he was afraid he would
not be able to be present at a demonstration for some visiting gentry up at the
school. He reads quite well and he
wanted Sister to have his support. He
made it but his ability to get sick in the clinches is ungodly.
has the cold now but she is the best patient in the world.
Like her mother (and I can hear a couple of doctors groan over this) she
can diagnose her own case, too. “I
don’t feel good,” she says. “I
need my white cold med’cine Dr. You gave me.”
Or, if an allergy attack I on-coming, “Give me some of dat pink stuff
dat guy who bettered my eyes gave me, Mummy.”
But never a work between doses unless she is so bad off she asks to be
put to bed. What a girl.
is the current charmer. We’ve
lately had a lot of visitors who prefer her quietness to Jonsie’s’ pep.
And it’s good for Chris because most people are taken with this flashy
Paulie who doesn’t give a darn as long as she’s in good with Mummy and
Daddy. Such a difference in two
sisters is hard to believe.
OFF: Now I’ve got to go to bed.
But I do want some of you, and you know whom, to know that we loved the
grand letters we’ve had from you recently.
‘Way up here in the sticks it is so nice to hear from you in detail
about what is going on “outside.” Some
of you seem to be having rather high adventures, too.
to all and good night.