Our 5 year old gardening buddy has a birthday next week, and asked his parents for a Gunsmoke themed party. He likes dressing up like a cowboy, and I assume his parents let him watch Gunsmoke reruns. His parents agreed, and his dad found a bunch of wooden pallets he is transforming into a boardwalk. There is a large sign the says Long Branch Saloon. I can hardly wait to see if anyone dresses up like Miss Kitty.
Our daughter also has a birthday in a couple of weeks. She always has anxiety over birthdays, I think stemming from anticipation over childhood parties. We never went so far as to recreate a film set, but she had some nice parties. She stated she has a number of birthday events scheduled by friends in the next two weeks. She is celebrating personally by having a different kind of hot dog a day for her birthday week. We never knew she even liked hot dogs.
My childhood parties were pretty tame, but I will never forget my heartbreak on my 8th birthday when my parents told me that we were moving to a new house in a different part of town, meaning I wouldn’t be next door to my best friend anymore.
What are some of your more memorable birthday parties? What events or celebrations do you dread? What would you wear to a Gunsmoke themed party? Plan your next birthday bash.
We live in a predominantly Roman Catholic community. We are a town of only 23,000 people, yet we have four Catholic churches, two Catholic elementary schools, a Catholic Middle School, and a Catholic High School.
You can imagine the gasps when, last week, the Catholic School Board announced that Father H, the principal of the Middle School and High School had been permanently relieved of his duties, along with an unmarried, female Elementary Principal and athletic director. They had apparently been consuming alcohol in a school vehicle on their way to a basketball tournament in Minot in March, and then tried to hide what they had done. There is also much scuttlebutt about other misbehavior, but that didn’t make the newspaper. Oh, the scandal!
This is no place to misbehave, because everyone knows everybody else, people notice things, and there really is nowhere to hide. The two Principals should just have worn shirts that said “Shoot me now” instead of trying to be sneaky. Moreover, if you get drunk and disorderly in Minot, 230 miles away, even that news will make it back here. This is a small State despite the vast distances between towns.
What are some scandals you remember from your home town or where you live now?
My “other” book club got started 32 years ago. With a few exceptions we’ve met every month for all those years. We choose the books 6-8 months at a time and it has to be consensus and our preference is for books that none of us has read before although occasionally someone will say “I’ve read it but I’d love to read it again and talk about with you all.”
Deciding on the books can be stressful at times. Two of us are voracious readers, one reads a lot of newer items, two of us read a wide range of genres, one pretty much prefers fiction. For many years we used to all purchase the book in question but starting several years ago most of us moved to library books instead (money for some, space for others). This means that the book has to be readily available in our various library systems.
Then there are the other issues that have cropped up over the years. One of us is sick of “sisterhood” books (Snow Flower & the Secret Fan), one of us is tired of books about China, one of us feels overloaded by WWII titles, one of us doesn’t care for “old-fashioned” language which leaves out a lot of classics. Three years ago, two of our members battled breast cancer, so books about the big C are still out of contention. And I suppose it might go without saying that the last year everybody wants lighter fare.
It’s gotten to be a research project these days to try to find good titles. One of us doesn’t like to suggest titles; she takes it pretty personally if we end up not liking a book she has recommended. (This isn’t a problem for me – the three worst books that we’ve ever read (and we agree on these) were all my picks!) This increases the stress a bit on the rest of us. Hopefully if I start now I can find a few good ideas by next week when we have to come up with the next six months of reads.
NO I DIDN’T HAVE A PARTY WITHOUT YOU GUYS!! PHOTO IS FROM TWO YEARS AGO – SENT TO ME BY A FRIEND.
One year ago on the day before Pi Day, I read an online column in which I saw the “flatten the curve” phrase for the first time. Even though only one person had told me that they were going to skip the Pi Day party due to covid-19. But after reading that column, I realized that I needed to get onboard immediately and I started calling and texting people, letting them know I was cancelling.
Like everyone else, I was thinking that we’d have a couple of bad months and then get back on track, so I kept all my Pi Day organizational materials: the list of ingredients that I had bought (and hopefully wlll need to buy again), my timing spreadsheet with what time various pies have to go in the oven and what temperature they need (sorted by temperature, of course) and the little placecards with all the pie names. All these items are in the drawer in the living room and I see them occasionally and sigh. And now it’s been a second Pi Day with no festivities in the house.
Not entertaining has been a huge hit for me during pandemic. I entertain a lot and I miss it a lot. You all know that I try to keep my expectations low, so I’m hoping that I’ll eventually be able to have Pi Day fun at my place, but I’m not making plans. And that’s made me think about other changes that I’ve made that may or may not be permanent.
I am spending WAY more time texting and emailing than I used to. I’m spending way too much time farting around on my phone. I’m doing my Italian lesson (also on my phone) every day – I’m on a 310 day streak and I doubled my lesson time about 4 months back. For the first time in decades I am hitting the gym more than 12 times a month (masked, sanitized and socially distant). Pre-pandemic I used to follow several blogs, a couple of chefs, several science sites, husky dogs; I’ve quit following all of them and only occasionally check them out – usually if they pop up in my feed. Last summer I sent thank you cards to people with great gardens that I encountered while walking the dog. I’ve started sending birthday cards to people on a Facebook group of stampers – complete strangers and I increased the cards that I made for charity. Way more gardening and more jigsaw puzzles.
I don’t which of these habits will continue if and when we get past pandemic. I hope to keep all the good changes (reaching out) and jettison the bad ones (phone games) and I hope like heck that I eventually get to celebrate Pi Day with my friends and loved ones. Maybe Pi and a Half Day?
How has pandemic changed you? Do you think some of your changes will continue?
This has been a week of loss for us, with the deaths of Peter Ostroushko and Lawrence Ferlinghetti. A musician and a poet gone.
I think this is a good weekend to think about and celebrate our favorite folk musicians and poets. I had never in my life experienced folk music until 1981 when I first attended the Winnipeg Folk Festival. It was an absolutely magical experience, and I was immediate hooked. I attended every Winnipeg festival every year I lived there, and many after we left. When we moved back to the States in 1986, I finally had radio access to PHC, and not long after that I found the Morning Show. The rest is history.
Poetry appreciation has always been a stretch for me, but I have come to understand and love it with the gentle assistance of the Baboons. Thank you, all.
What are your favorite poems? What are your favorite folk groups, festivals, and songs? What do you think is important for us to hear and read right now?
I read with interest this weekend that French bakers want the baguette declared an intangible treasure by UNESCO. It seems the small bakeries in France are being driven out of business by large, commercial bakeries that mass produce a product the traditional bakers dismissively call “bread sticks”. They hope the designation will help protect the baguette and the art that goes into making them, and draw attention to what is truly a national treasure. They are in competition with a wine festival and the zinc roofs of Paris. The French Minister of Culture will decide which she will recommend to UNESCO this year.
Intangible treasures are oral traditions, performing arts, social practices, traditional craft methods, and rituals. https://ich.unesco.org/en/lists has a list of them. They are absolutely fascinating. I didn’t see a list from the US. I suppose many of our traditions and cultural practices were brought here by immigrants and aren’t exclusive to our country. I would have thought Jazz music would be on the list, but perhaps it isn’t considered fragile or endangered.
Check out the intangible treasures on the UNESCO list. What ones catch your eye? What would you nominate for the US list? How is your baguette technique?
Ash Wednesday service at our church is typically very well attended, many folks going who only go to church a couple of times a year. In accordance with Covid protocols, there is only a live stream of the service with no attendees. What, oh what about the imposition of ashes?
Our pastors are traveling around town today at various venues applying ashes to foreheads and reminding us we are dust and to to dust we shall return. I told our pastors they were no different than Door Dash delivery persons this year. They laughed, and regretted the cold weather. A high school buddy of mine, Mary Jo, now senior pastor at First Presbyterian Church in Fargo, is smudging people in their cars as they drive up into the church parking lot.
Mardi Gras was a bust in New Orleans this year, but I admire those who decorated their homes to emulate parade floats. I like the idea of Mardi Gras lights instead Christmas lights. Husband says we would have a demon cat with horns, along with trees, flowers, and vegetable plants in our driveway.
How did your family acknowledge Lent? Ever been to New Orleans during Mardi Gras? How would you decorate your house as a float?
YA and I ordered take out from our favorite Chinese Restaurant over the weekend. I set the table nicely with red plates, chopstick holders and even lucky red envelopes (with chocolate coins). But our only guest this year was Nimue, who made herself at home on the table.
This completes my year of no festivities. Last year I was all ready for Pi Day when the world turned upside down. I had all the ingredients for my pies, had a to-do list of what needed to be done in what order, including baking times and temperatures. I even had little placecards done with the names of all the pies. Then on Friday, the day before, I had to cancel; the pandemic had arrived at our door.
Since Pi Day, there have been several other occasions when, during “normal times” I would have entertained: my Girlfriend High Tea in May, our neighborhood Memorial Day gathering, a new neighbor welcome party in June, my birthday bash in August, Leaf Pile in October and, of course, the Great Gift Exchange at Solstice. This list doesn’t include book club meetings or other breakfasts/lunches/dinners with individuals. I would have always said that I entertain a lot but when everything is listed out like this, I realize that it’s an enormous part of my life.
So now that we’ve celebrated Chinese New Year on our own, we’ve come full circle. Unfortunately there won’t be a gathering for Pi Day this year either, but I am hoping we can do a Pi and a Half Day in September. Fingers crossed.
What’s the most interesting party you’ve ever been to?
My sister and I were blessed with two Christmases each year. Our mother was fanatical about the one that happened in December, so our Christmas celebrations were always over the top. Our other Christmas was a day in March when our father returned from the New York Toy Fair. Each years he took a train to New York while lugging huge boxes of samples of stuffed toys his company recently developed. On the last day of the fair, all the company reps dashed around swapping their samples for the samples of other toy makers. Daddy would come home lugging three storage cases filled with whatever he had been able to grab at the fair’s end. So wild was that last day exchange that even he didn’t know what he had been able to bag.
We were lucky in other ways. Kids growing up in the 30s and 40s didn’t get many toys because of the Depression and the War. Then the nation was rocked by the great Baby Boom. It suddenly became profitable to sell toys in America. Suddenly homes had television sets, a new way to market toys to all those kids. Boys in the 50s were likely to play with cap guns and cowboy garb, while girls were expected to play with dolls. And then there were all the new toys that might appeal to boys or girls: Etch-A-Sketch, Slinky, kaleidoscopes, board games, View Master, card games, Mr. Potato Head, the nose flute and so many more.
Then, as now, toys frequently broke or went missing, so I have no memories of many. And yet I have a persistent emotional attachment to a few childhood toys. I dearly loved an old teddy bear. Although many cap guns came and went, some breaking almost the first time I used them, I owned one that made me supremely proud. I’ll talk about it a bit later. My luck with some toys went the other way. Getting an Erector set proved to me that I lacked the discipline required to create the impressive structures some boys assembled. A science kit pretty much showed me I was not meant to be a scientist.
How about you? What toys did you treasure when younger? Which of them claimed a permanent place in your heart?
Husband and I like to grow shell-out beans in the garden. These are beans that form in their pods and you can let dry and then shell and store, unlike green beans that you eat whole when they are fresh. We use them in soups and stews. We have grown several varieties over the years, like Vermont Cranberry Beans and Good Mother Stallard. We particularly like shelly beans, as they are sometimes called, because some of them are pole beans and they save space in the garden since they grow vertically. One problem with the more popular varieties, though, is that their growing season is a little too long to reach maturity here before frost.
The Mandan, Hidatsa, and Arikara Indians were agricultural tribes who lived (and still live) on the Missouri River in North Dakota. They liked to grow shell beans, too. Many of their bean varieties were collected by horticulturists in the early 20th Century and can still be bought from certain seed companies. Buffalo Bird Woman’s Garden published in 1917 by anthropologist Gilbert Wilson, is his account of a famous Hidatsa gardener’s advice and stories about gardening in the Northern Great Plains. She grew huge gardens of corn, squash, beans, and sunflowers on the rich bottomlands near the river. All that rich land was flooded with the building of the Garrison Dam and the development of Lake Sakakawea, and the members of the three tribes were moved to family allotments on the Fort Berthold Indian Reservation. That land isn’t very fertile at all.
We grow Hidatsa Shield Figure Beans, which are fat, creamy white pole beans, and Hidatsa Red Beans, which are smaller, red bush beans that get to be 3 feet tall and need a fence to grow against or else they sprawl all over. Both have shorter growing seasons. I have never seen either of the seeds for sale locally or on the Reservation. We got them from Seed Savers Exchange. Our native friends from the reservation don’t seem to be very familiar with them.
I mentioned to our Arikara friend Bruce what beans we were growing, and he said he got some authentic Ree Beans (another word for Arikara) from a woman Elder some time ago. You can see them in the header photo. He tried to plan them on his allotment, but the soil just wasn’t good enough. He wondered if we would be willing to try them in our garden. I said we would be very happy to. They are brown bush beans that seem to be very similar to Arikara Yellow Beans that I see in seed catalogs. I told him that we will have a bean feast next fall with him and his wife, and our Hidatsa friend, Leo. I may have to refer to Buffalo Bird Woman for some recipe ideas.
Got any good bean recipes? What are you looking forward to doing with friends once we can gather? How are your garden plans coming along?