I never trek from Spokane to Port Angeles to visit family without a stop at the Port Gamble Cemetery (properly Buena Vista Cemetery). Established in 1856 the folks resting there arrived from many varied and distant shores.
Gustave Englebrecht was born in Germany and lies resting half way around the world here in Port Gamble. His tombstone reads “COX U.S.Navy, Indian Wars, November 23, 1856.” His must have been one of the first burials here. So stop by the next time you just skip on through this lovely historic old town.
It’s almost Christmas. As I thought upon what was the Christmas gift that you were most excited about as a child, my mind went back to the little green plastic pocketbook (that’s what purses were called back then) that I got in about 1952.
We lived in California; my Aunt Ruth lived in Michigan. She always sent presents. Cool presents. This particular year she sent a wrapped-hard-something that had broken through the paper on one corner. It was green! It was hard! It sat with the other presents upon the piano, supposedly out of reach (hahahaha). I could NOT leave it alone; I was only nine. That already-half-opened gift was the first one I torn into when opening time finally arrived. I was not disappointed; I was in heaven; it was beautiful.
What favorite or special memories do you have of a Christmas gift? Have you written it in your journal? Told it to your grandkids?
What do you know about golf balls? Would you have guessed that for hundreds of years prior to 1850, golf balls were made of a leather circle stuffed with feathers? In the 1840s, various experiments were performed to make a golf ball from a certain kind of tree gum which had immediate appeal. Next came the rubber-core ball in 1898….. and the simple round golf ball has become more and more sophisticated. Next time you play a round of golf, take a moment to think what’s inside that white round ball. (I took these photos in the Arlington Country Club, near where the Stillaguamish Valley Gen Society held their conference last August.)
What do you know about Washington’s oldest apple tree? Here is my photo of the tree in early spring but the tree still produces apples!
|Vancouver, Washington’s “Old Apple Tree” (“Mallus spp.”) was one of five seeds planted in late 1826 and then eventually placed outside of the gates of the first Fort Vancouver. The seeds for the tree were brought over from England by Emilius Simpson. The “Columbian.com” website, covering local history of Vancouver, tells the story:
- “… It all started at a party in London … A lady at a farewell dinner party for Lieut. Emilius Simpson, the cousin of Hudson’s Bay governor Sir George Simpson, playfully put the seeds of her desert apple into his waistcoat pocket. She asked him to plant them when he arrived at his destination on the other side of the world. Emilius Simpson arrived in Vancouver in November of 1826 and was soon invited to dine with Dr. McLoughlin in the stockade on the present Deaf School site. During the evening he absentmindedly stuck a finger into his waistcoat and discovered the seeds. Dr. McLoughlin, Simpson and Pierre C. Pambrun planted the apple seeds in small boxes which were put under glass. Dr. McLoughlin kept the boxes in the store where they could not be touched. The apple tree was planted outside the fort when he felt it could survive. Around 1830, Washington’s first apple harvest occurred. It was here in Vancouver, and produced one apple. …” [“Columbian.com” website, 2007, “Local History, Old Apple Tree”]
Imagine stretching out full length in this bathtub. Glorious thought, eh?
Pretty classy, don’t you think? Does your bathtub sit in a mahogany shell?? And did you notice the crank to add hot/cold water and then to empty the tub under “waste?”
Spotted this is a salvage yard in Salem, New Hampshire.
Ever heard of “printers devils?” Ever seen one? If you have ever been in downtown Spokane, you’ve had the opportunity to see a “real life” printers devil, aka a gargoyle. Look high atop the Spokesman-Review newspaper building….
The Spokesman-Review/Spokane Daily Chronicle newspaper building was constructed in 1891. Keeping with the custom for newspaper buildings of that day, printers devils, aka gargoyles, were set on the top of the building. The idea? To scare away any demons that might hinder the presses from getting the news out on time.
Did your hometown newspaper building have printers devils to protect the presses?
Who remembers these little tin containers? Did you use one as a child?
According to Wikipedia: Log Cabin Syrup is a brand of pre-packaged syrups owned by Pinnacle Foods. Log Cabin Syrup was introduced in 1887. Grocer Patrick James Towle (1835-1912), who lived in the village of Forest Lake, Minnesota, initially formulated it.
I goofed. This was priced at $10 in Apple Annie’s in Cashmere and when I looked at eBay they sell for up to $25. Amazing. And empty sans syrup too!
Care to join me in feeling old today? It’s only November 8th and there are inches of snow on the ground and it’s cold and wet. Bahhumbug. Think Maxine’s advice will really help prevent old age sagging? (We wish!!)
How many of us remember listening to one of these big old radios??
Probably cost more today as an “antique” than it did when newly purchased. (Spotted it at Apple Annie’s in Cashmere.)
It’s coming to that time of year when our thoughts turn to Pumpkin Pie. I know mine, and my family’s, does. We all use my Mom’s (1921-2014) recipe and have no need to experiment with others.
Get two frozen deep-dish piecrusts. (Mom made pies, not crusts, and neither do I.) In big bowl, mix 4 eggs, a big can of pumpkin, 1 1/2 cups sugar, 1 1/2 tsp salt. In pan on stove, carefully melt 4 TB of butter into 1 3/4 cups milk. Pour the warmed mixture into the pumpkin/egg mix. Add 3 tsp pumpkin pie spice. Pour the mix into the unbaked shells. Bake 15 minutes at 450 degrees and then 35 minutes at 350. You will like this, I guarantee!