Wednesday, May 27, 2015

More walking - part 2

I am currently at home, sitting at my desk, seeing Panther the cat above my laptop screen, on the towel folded on the printer sunning in the window.  When the sun peaks out.  It's been off and on raining, and due to continue for days.  Last week was dry and sunny, so I've got a few photos from then.

I also threw a few pieces of pottery...and today I've got 2 tasks in the studio.  To wedge up about 20 pounds of recycled clay, and to trim a couple of plates.
A native plant, the Flame Azalea

But for right now, I return to looking at the photos of my walk this weekend.  It wasn't long, and I can't give justice to the view up through the branches and leaves that create a cathedral above me.  Those photos just never look right, but I did spend a lot of time craning my neck and standing still.

This quiet pool looked very inviting and I imagined young people laughing and splashing when the day and they were warmer.

Quote for today:

We do not believe in ourselves until someone reveals that something deep inside us is valuable, worth listening to, worthy of our trust, sacred to our touch. Once we believe in ourselves we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight or any experience that reveals the human spirit.
e.e. cummings

Tuesday, May 26, 2015

Finally, more walking pics...part 1

The bridge over Flat Creek near the memorial gardens leads to several trails.

These days I take the road more traveled, staying close to the creekbed and not climbing the more exciting trails that might lead to vistas on higher mountains.

A new bush (to me) has some exotic looking blooms on it.

Flowers are about 4 inches across, with gorgeous coloring in the center.  Sorry for blur.

And then I cam to another bush with similar blooms, this time in orangish pink.

Again, the blooms look to be about 3-4 inches wide.  And these are bushes that already stand about 3 feet tall.

My friends who I consulted say they are Bittersweet.  Mmm, can't wait to see the berries in the fall!

More blossoms from this walk tomorrow.

Monday, May 25, 2015

Trail choices

There are a lot of trails in Montreat.  Highway 9 north from Black Mountain leads into this little village, and then you have to go back out the same way...because it's the deadend!

Right after arriving at the stone gateway to the town, a parking lot on the right is the site of this map, and once you cross the little bridge over Flat Creek, you've got several choices of trails.

Elizabeth Trail runs above the creek to the left, up into the area of the village.

It's a relatively easy trail, which includes looking down on the town's homes

And here is where trail signage loses me...the arrow yes, but what's that above it?

A serious hiker went in this direction...and later I went down this road to see what it led to...

There were all kind of heavy equipment, chippers...

snow plow attachments...

 And trail signs by the big dump truck.

What do the 2 hiker silhouettes mean anyway?

Sorry the signs are out of focus...something about wintertime in the protected sleeve.

And there behind the truck is the trail to Rainbow Mountain.  At least I think that's what the tiny symbol meant.

There's an actual ford across the creek, which is how the trucking equipment gets over to the Highway 9, or Montreat Rd.

Why haven't I shared pictures of the trails myself? Well, my hiking days are over due to breathing limitations. I can travel from car for short distances on level terrain these days.

Saturday, May 23, 2015

Memories of dances

Yellow Chiffon Maxi Wedding Dress (919)
No hat, no hair down, no dark shoes...and not me!

The girls invited the boys to the prom in the winter time, for four years of high school.  The boys invited the girls to the spring proms.

This was life in a private school in St. Louis in the late 1950s.

So we girls got to dress pretty twice, as well as figure out which boy would be a good dancer.  There were also dance cards where we'd have many dances with other boys besides our dates.

I had 8 prom dresses in high school  I don't remember most of them.  I also learned how to use makeup.  And go to beauty salons to have my hair done.  (I never did the pedi-mani routine, and still laugh to hear young girls think that's "the thing" to do to be girlish!)

I wrote 4 hand written invitations to boys each year.  I only remember one or two of them.  And we already knew who the boys were, because no two girls sent invitations to the same boy.  I think some kind of sign up sheet was done, though I am not sure the boys were necessarily with their girlfriends...but there was some effort to have that happen.  What a zoo!

Miss Barbara Rogers cordially invites
 Mr. David Richmond for the honor
 of his presence
 at the _____ (whatever name of that Prom was)
 on the...such and such date.

David was my first high school sweetheart, so we went to the winter prom together.  I don't think we received written acceptances...but maybe.  After all, our chosen dates had already been approved by The List.
My sister going to a prom in 1961

But I have memories of at least 2 dresses where I know I had my picture taken before the dance.  My first Prom I wore a pale yellow chiffon with draped shoulders. (It looked ok for a really thin girl.)
And sometime like my junior or senior year I dared to wear a strapless dress, which was held up by nice bone stays around my waist.  I liked the pretty white skirt with huge pink flowers printed on it and a big pink bow and ribbon around my waist which was 22" back then.

Dancing was definitely something I loved.  We'd learned all the ballroom steps in 7th and 8th grade.
Fox Trot, Waltz, Rumba, Cha Cha, Jitter-bug (Yes!) and Swing. Just before the Twist came out with Chubby Checker in the early 60s.  Incidentally, I did go to the Peppermint Lounge in New York on a short trip in 62.

Back to the proms, all night we got to change partners, never knowing whether the music would be fast or slow.  This was the beginning of rock and roll, and we watched American Bandstand remember?

American Bandstand
American Bandstand in the 50s

Thanks for the memories, spurred by Sepia Saturday this week!

The themes for Sepia Saturday 280 - post your posts on or around Saturday 23 May 2015 - include boys, girls and dances. The caption on the old vintage postcard reads "In Leap Year - The Ladies after a little wine and tobacco join the gentlemen in the drawing room". So another potential theme you could have is that of "reverses" - occasions when the usual arrangements are reversed. Whatever theme you go with - or ignore, the choice is yours - just post your posts and then add a link to the Linky List below. Here is what is just around the corning:

Friday, May 22, 2015

Grace Lee Boggs

As I'm often a bit late for things, I just discovered an inspiring revolutionary woman.
Grace Lee Boggs.
I figure most people already know about this 99 year old woman.  But if you're like me, here's how I enjoyed learning about her...a PBS - POV production which won a Peabody Award.
If that doesn't work, it's because it expires on May 24.  (This link goes to my PBS station, Triangle Park, and then I click on videos, then on "about to expire, see all") See, I told you I was pretty late to the party.

"Grace Lee Boggs, 99, is a Chinese American philosopher, writer, and activist in Detroit with a thick FBI file and a surprising vision of what an American revolution can be. Rooted for 75 years in the labor, civil rights and Black Power movements, she challenges a new generation to throw off old assumptions, think creatively and redefine revolution for our times."

Grace Lee Boggs with Grace Lee (filmmaker, no relation)
"Spending so much time with Boggs changed her, says filmmaker Grace Lee. She first met the activist in 2000 while making The Grace Lee Project, a movie about women sharing that name, and has been having conversations with her for more than a dozen years. She says Boggs’s unique views helped her figure out how to make this documentary, with its nontraditional approach that focuses on Boggs’s ideas as much as her biography."

Actually several of my most intelligent and activist feminist friends have mentioned her on Facebook, and I was too busy or had my head in the sand to find out about her.  They said last year on a Sunday morning at 7 am there was an NPR broadcast on the radio, and it was fantastic.  Mmmm, that's partly why my head was in the sand, the timing of it.

Even though you may not have time to see this fantastic documentary in 2 days, there are also some grass roots ways to view it.  She is in failing health apparently, and one site asks for donations to help her stay in her home in Detroit, by having viewings of the DVD of this video, with conversations, and it will be provided to those who make a donation.  Mmm, I might figure out a way to do that.

However, the request for donations as well as the video, came out in 2014.  I need to do some more research, or perhaps you might know more about the current status of Mrs. Boggs.  Her 100th birthday is June 27.

Today's quote:

People are like stained glass windows: They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in their true beauty is revealed only if there is a light within.
Elisabeth K├╝bler-Ross

Thursday, May 21, 2015

Archaic or Neuvo-Primitive

I couldn't figure out how to describe these pots in words.

I'm telling FaceBook people they are Neuvo Primitive.

I've had fun making them, though it takes quite a lot more time than a simple cylinder.