tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4130421352415377273.post1074826881627216913..comments2024-03-26T03:46:04.937-07:00Comments on Books in Northport: Wrapping Up in My GrandmotherP. J. Grathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12693462910472164289noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4130421352415377273.post-65206371930202813392011-12-24T13:58:26.244-08:002011-12-24T13:58:26.244-08:00David would have to go that one (Mars) alone, dmar...David would have to go that one (Mars) alone, dmarks. I am not up for interplanetary travel.P. J. Grathhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12693462910472164289noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4130421352415377273.post-53456553009397951412011-12-23T13:10:52.279-08:002011-12-23T13:10:52.279-08:00County Czar? It seems there are czars everywhere. ...County Czar? It seems there are czars everywhere. For all I know. Mars needs Czars.dmarkshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07269773990064736457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4130421352415377273.post-44056856527361600862011-12-23T12:47:15.623-08:002011-12-23T12:47:15.623-08:00Five hours of horn honking seems like cruel and un...Five hours of horn honking seems like cruel and unusual punishment for the humans, but I'd suffer it to get rid of starlings, Helen.<br /><br />dmarks, you are a wealth of information! The Mussolini of Fashion also likes to call himself (and be called) the County Czar of Aesthetics. He can be pretty hard on housepaint colors that don't meet his standards.P. J. Grathhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12693462910472164289noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4130421352415377273.post-28397441356610804292011-12-23T12:06:28.001-08:002011-12-23T12:06:28.001-08:00"The “Mussolini of Fashion”"
Or would t..."The “Mussolini of Fashion”"<br /><br />Or would that be Fascion?<br /><br />And it turns out that the origin of the Fascism word had to do with a bundle of wooden sticks, which ties back to the first photo.dmarkshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07269773990064736457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4130421352415377273.post-47743849879376879332011-12-23T11:44:41.437-08:002011-12-23T11:44:41.437-08:00The only thing that ever worked to get starlings o...The only thing that ever worked to get starlings out of our barn and to stay away was to park ourselves in the car and honk the horn. They all flew out; when they started returning, we honked the horn again. After about 5 [very long] hours of this, they left and never returned....Farshaw@FineOldBooks.comhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05663199582891083995noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4130421352415377273.post-45103118019389208872011-12-23T04:37:33.003-08:002011-12-23T04:37:33.003-08:00I must not be awake yet. Two or three times I clic...I must not be awake yet. Two or three times I clicked on the wrong place and got a listing of beginnings only of comments with no place to leave my own. On my own blog! Am I losing it entirely?<br /><br />Choughs. Chuffs. I wonder what kind of noise they make. We have blackbirds, crows, ravens, starlings (my nemesis) and grackles, the last an elegant, beautiful bird despite its name, which I realize this morning for the first time is not even pretty, and certainly such a bird deserves a better name. I will have to investigate that another time, however.<br /><br />My mother had both kinds of clothespins, those with round doll heads and those that pinched (but didn't, in those days, fall apart). I prefered the pinching kind but see now that the wire bails on the doll head pegs can be used to tighten their grip. Don't remember any wire bails on my mother's pegs. Perhaps they had all fallen off.<br /><br />Better mousetrap? Wonder how many styles of clothespins there have been in the history of clothing! So many questions to pursue, and so many other things crying to be done!P. J. Grathhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12693462910472164289noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4130421352415377273.post-87584526906678360922011-12-23T04:05:54.081-08:002011-12-23T04:05:54.081-08:00I remember those clothes pins, I'm sure my gra...I remember those clothes pins, I'm sure my grandma used them, probably my mom too. And I'm so glad you got the jacket, it spoke to you and it is art.Dawnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00824027366993286152noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4130421352415377273.post-50812307590249985182011-12-22T19:58:32.568-08:002011-12-22T19:58:32.568-08:00It is pronounced chuff, Pamela. They are adorable...It is pronounced chuff, Pamela. They are adorable (well, to me, at least; Grahame calls down terrible curses upon them when they tear the mulch out of the garden). As many of their family as possible line up on a branch outside the window where I sit at the computer, and I am going to try to do a pastel painting of them. I was following them around this morning as they shared the goose food, seeing how many colours I could see in their black feathers. <br /><br />My mother made dolls with the clothes pegs. I wish I had kept them but it was a very, very long time ago!Kathy in Oznoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4130421352415377273.post-17075643561107776332011-12-22T15:51:20.830-08:002011-12-22T15:51:20.830-08:00"I wouldn't be dead for quids." What..."I wouldn't be dead for quids." What a great saying, Kathy! Me, either--for sure, not yet! How do you pronounce 'chough'? Chow? Chuff?<br /><br />Did you ever make dolls with the clothes pegs? I don't remember making them but do remember seeing them.<br /><br />I am sitting in my yellow chair tonight, wearing my quilted jacket, waiting for tea water to boil. David is turning the pages of a magazine, and Sarah is waiting for whatever happens next. The pack is home. The jacket is working out great!P. J. Grathhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12693462910472164289noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4130421352415377273.post-13058197007822799302011-12-22T13:43:31.959-08:002011-12-22T13:43:31.959-08:00They are the ones I used to use when helping my mo...They are the ones I used to use when helping my mother hang the washing. We called them dolly pegs. Although I didn't think so at the time, I now think they are rather beautiful. There are two problems with my plastic pegs these days: they break easily, and the choughs (black birds) are attracted to their bright colours so they pick them off the clothesline.<br /><br />That's about how big my problems get these days. As we say in Oz: 'I wouldn't be dead for quids'.Kathy in Oznoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4130421352415377273.post-59798445710468445222011-12-22T13:03:33.982-08:002011-12-22T13:03:33.982-08:00I'll give the jacket a trial wear tonight by t...I'll give the jacket a trial wear tonight by the fire, Gerry. Kathy, my guess is that the owner has passed away, because why else would she have given up the jacket?<br /><br />Do you love my clothespins, too? I do.P. J. Grathhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12693462910472164289noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4130421352415377273.post-29679865553148067862011-12-22T12:26:20.787-08:002011-12-22T12:26:20.787-08:00I took one look at that jacket and fell in love! H...I took one look at that jacket and fell in love! How lucky you are to have found it. What a rare and lovely thing it is. I have never seen a jacket like it. Wouldn't you love to find its original owner?Kathy in Oznoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4130421352415377273.post-84254747816711578322011-12-22T10:32:35.066-08:002011-12-22T10:32:35.066-08:00David is a wise man. You can wear it while you si...David is a wise man. You can wear it while you sit out on the porch and have a cup of tea with a friend, or while you sit inside reading a book and feeding the fire. It will keep you warm in all the ways that matter. It will feel like a hug from your own Grandma. <br /><br />I have a sweatshirt jacket that has held me in its embrace for 20 years. It is frayed, machine-made, and no longer stylish if it ever was. It may be the first object I would carry out of a fire--the livestock having a priority all their own.<br /><br />There is no accounting for how we assign a value to precious things.Gerryhttp://torchlakeviews.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.com