Walnut Room this way

Walnut Room this way
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Wednesday, December 31, 2014

Chance Connections with Women of Words: Small Simple Things of Life

When I started this project of "Virtual Gifts" it was about women bloggers I had met in the last year...but it seems to have taken on a life of its own, and now I am back two years.  It is kind of like painting a picket fence--when can you stop?
  
 I started blogging regularly for Preservation in Mississippi in April 2012.  Beth visited from there to my post on mapping the Mound Bayou historic cemeteries.  As a result, we discovered a mutual love for history, and our connection to Texas and Mississippi.
Image used with permission of the United States Post Office
A post on MissPres about restoring the Picayune post office mural led to her commenting about the Eupora mural, where her grandfather worked when she was a child.  A few days later, she posted her story of the Eupora mural, and my interest in the post office murals was born.
Image used with permission of the United States Post Office
I started with The Wedding of Ortez and SaOwana-Christmas 1540 by Joseph Pollet, in the Pontotoc, Mississippi post office--discovered quite by chance.   That would begin the many road trips to photograph murals in Mississippi post offices, and the discovering of the Living New Deal and efforts to document every New Deal Administration project in the US--in one location, accessible to people.  I made my first submission to Living New Deal in January 2013.
Beth began photographing New Deal projects in her region, and has contributed numerous projects and photographs to Living New Deal, including most recently, documentation of WPA involvement in work on the Alamo.  During the summer of 2013, I had a contact from one of the LND administrators after a submission I made about a Texas project asking me if I knew of any documentation on the Alamo.  I did not, and actually forgot about it.  I was elated to see Beth's submission on the Alamo recently.

It is another of those chance connections that led to more connections that resulted in linking us all together in yet additional ways that we cannot foresee.  It is also an example of how relationships form behind us, so we should be careful about how we approach them--we never know where or to whom those chance relationships will lead.

Happy New Year, Beth, and thanks for all those historic doorways into the past you open up down your way!

Monday, December 29, 2014

My coolest Christmas present in 12 years

 I will not belabor all the issues with this house we bought 12 years ago, just as we were about to depart to Texas for our first Christmas trip "home."  Let me just say that closet doors were not part of the deal, and though we thought they were necessary, and put them on the list of things that had to be done prior to close--welcome to Mississippi: "closet doors are not an essential nor required agreement in houses, and thus, we do not have to provide them even if you asked for them in the contract."  I will leave it at that.
 So, imagine my delight, my joy, my absolute euphoria and undying love for this man I married who was willing to follow me to Mississippi 12 years ago and give up our lovely home (I know, I cannot help it, but note the home had a pool, garage, bathrooms that worked, view of the lake, laundry room inside the house, and, oh, doors on all of the SIX closets...I better stop here...) to discover my present was
ta da!-- closet doors!  First off, Libby really had a bit of difficulty trying to figure out her twin sister, but once she accepted Libby2 was friendly, it has been calm. I just hope I can remember why when I get up in the night to go to the bathroom, there is another woman in here.



Saturday, December 27, 2014

Bridges from Ireland to the World: Social Bridge

The Emerald Isle of the Bering Sea: St. Paul Island, Alaska
In the third of my series of gifts to women bloggers whose work I enjoy and admire, who inspire me and delight me, today's post is for Jean at Social Bridge, in Ireland.  I hope you will read the full post at Suzzassippi: Red Shutters.

Friday, December 26, 2014

The Studio is Open: Hickory Ridge Studio

 I admire women, whatever their talents.  I especially admire those women who make things with their hands.  Hickory Ridge Studio is a showcase for a woman who makes things with her hands. (No, that is not Lana weaving a rug, but I am certain she could if she wanted to.)  Weaving rugs and hangings is one of the ways the indigenous women of South Africa provide for their children--they found a niche (i.e., tourists will buy weavings) and meet the need in a way that is mutually beneficial.  I think a lot of women do that.

Rather, these photographs are a virtual gift to Lana to say thanks for the recipes (especially that apple skillet cake!), jewelry ideas, photographs of lovely sunsets and sunrises, meeting your horses, and a tour inside some of the buildings in your neck of the Mississippi woods.
 She cooks, bakes, invents recipes, makes jewelry, sews, quilts, paints, does photography, all whilst working full time and taking care of a toddler who clearly has inherited her mama's independent spirit.
And, she loves tractors.  You have to admire a woman who loves tractors.  Keep on cooking, baking, inventing, nurturing your artistic talents, and nurturing that little baby girl--who has a great role model for her future years!  Happy Holidays, and Happy New Year.

Thursday, December 25, 2014

The Calm of a Christmas without Drama

 I was delighted to be able to stay home (so far!) during the month of December.  It meant Christmas at home with just the three of us for the first time in years--first time our unique family of three has been together at the same place and time.  I am pretty low key about Christmas in recent years, but thinking about my sister and how much she loves the holiday season just made me happy to extend myself a bit more than I normally would.

I wanted a white tree for my red ornaments--ornaments bought 3 or 4 years ago and never taken out of the packages.  The only white tree I could find had multicolored lights on it, so it looked pink when lit...or as I put it, like a rainbow threw up on the tree.  The more I have looked at the substitution for which I settled, the more I like the bright aqua tree with not only red, but the touches of green, gold, and blue.  I turn on the tree lights, turn out all the others, and sit in the dining nook each night and just enjoy looking, thinking, feeling the calm and the restful peace of it.
 No mantle since moving to Mississippi, but the cup rack made a good substitute for hanging stockings...new stockings.  I don't even know where the red and white ones are, and I impulsively bought these the day I found the now deemed perfect aqua tree.  Rand and I had a pleasant and enjoyable day in Memphis Tuesday, doing the last of the shopping after getting the oil changed in my car for the trip to Texas after the first.  J and I will head down for a few days while this time, Rand takes over dog duties.
 Last night after a simple meal of chicken portobello, baked sweet potatoes, and green beans, we watched White Christmas.  It was a family tradition for years when I was growing up, and I loved the dancing and singing numbers and yearned to be Vera Ellen, who played the younger sister Judy.  One year, Rand and I drove to the theater in Eastland to watch it "on the big screen."  I have not seen it for years now.  One year at my folks' house, settled in the living room, I just announced the tradition had come to an end for me--that I thought I had seen White Christmas as many times as I needed to.

Turns out I was mistaken...I needed to see it at least one more time. 
 Even though she is not a blogger, today's "gift" goes to my sister, whose presence and stability and stamina and commitment allowed me to the opportunity to be home with Rand and J for this holiday.
The sun is shining, the sky is blue, so is the Christmas tree!  What more could you ask for?  Bread pudding?  Okay, that's coming up, too.

Wednesday, December 24, 2014

Gifts for the Women of Words: Between the Gateposts

A few nights ago, I was reflecting on the women I have come to know through their blogs in the past year, the gifts they give to me, the camaraderie we share across time and space.  They are in different states, different countries, just "down the road in Mississippi" and everywhere in between. 
Photo used with permission of Michael Popek, http://www.forgottenbookmarks.com

 Between the Gateposts is a blend of family history, stories of African American history, and community, all tied together with the identity of community researcher.  That resonates with me--the importance of community, family both by blood and by relationships of choice, and how they are woven together through our experiences across time.  I like to think there are those of us who are joined in a process of re-weaving those threads that have become so unraveled, or perhaps, were never even in the same cloth to begin with and yet, could be.

When I first saw the photograph of Jake's hands, I thought of LR, and her work to preserve the history of not only her own family, but that of other African American people in the communities where she lives.  I am imbuing the photograph with my own interpretation, but that is what I do: give meaning and explanation to what I observe.  So, here it is again, with my story of who Jake is, and what this photograph represents:
Jake was from Rockland County, New York.  The faded photograph displayed a cake with a flag with 48 stars.  It was found in a book published in 1941, The Long Christmas.  In my story, Jake is a young man, most likely 18, who had just enlisted in the Army; it is 1942.  It is his going-away party, and his family and friends have joined together to send him off.  He is only 18, and likely filled with both dread and fear of what is to come, and at the same time, a sense of adventure as he leaves the New York county which has been home to him for the possibility of Europe, or later, India, China, or the Pacific islands.

Rockland County in 1942 was home to at least 5,000 African American residents.  One of the "Stars for Victory" shows was staged in Rockland County, December 10, 1942, by local African Americans to support aid for wounded Russian soldiers, allies of the United States.  Helen Hayes served as chairwoman, and the star line-up included Lena Horne, Billy Banks, W. C. Handy, Joshua White, Edna Thomas, and Abby Mitchell.  One of the songs presented was Langston Hughes' "Freedom Road" with guitarist Joshua White.  The show was
...expression of gratitude by the American Negro people for the heroic resistance that the Russians have placed in the way of the Hitler advance. (Rockland County, 1942)
Langston Hughes' song "attempts to link the war abroad to the struggle for racial justice at home" (That's why I'm Marching: Mobilizing African Americans for War).



Jake would know segregation and discrimination in his time in the service, an irony not lost on the African Americans who served during World War II whilst they were allegedly "striking their blows for democracy" (That's Why I'm Marching).
The challenge for African-American leaders was to remind white Americans that a struggle for racial justice abroad must inevitably lead to a closer look at injustice at home.  African-American leaders constantly reminded their fellow citizens, and themselves, that this was their country, too; they had shaped its history in profound ways. (That's Why I'm Marching)
For your efforts to preserve that shaping of history, and the profound ways in which you and your family have contributed to that history, my Christmas gift to you, LR--Jake's hands.

Sources: Rockland County Negro Citizens Put on "Stars for Victory" Show to Aid Russians.(December 12, 1942). The New York Age, p. 9.

"That's Why I'm Marching": Mobilizing African Americans for War. (n.d.). Roy Rosenzweig Center for History and New Media.  Department of History and Art History. George Mason University. Fairfax Virginia.  



Monday, December 22, 2014

The Gift that keeps on giving...Cats

 Things have been busy here around the Taylor Hill zoo in the past couple of weeks.  Translation: too much to do, and thus, nothing gets done.  Cinco and Son House have taken to enjoying the perch on the fence post at Libby's kennel.  I have glanced out a time or two and been startled to see them sitting out there, looking in the window. 
 Cinco is the fifth of the calico cats who have called the hill home since the winter of 2010 when two pregnant calicos showed up and gave birth on the porch, so calling her Five seemed to be fitting.  I have previously noted that calicos do not seem particularly friendly, although Cinco has warmed up and will actually come over, rub up against my legs, and lie down for me to scratch her tummy.  Her mama has even calmed a bit, and will come over on the steps, meow for a pet before she runs off.
Cinco kept an ever-watchful eye on Libby's pet door, though, just in case a little red dog came barreling out of it.