I have a few photographs of the Country Market to which I belonged – and which marked its final day just a week ago. It had operated for 59 years, every Saturday. It was a well loved institution.
Vegetable section
Plants for sale
Cakes and pies
Vegetables
Remembering some of my friends at Kilternan Market
Plant section
Plants and flowers
This blog entry is “thinking out loud” – to get me started toward a final write-up of information I’ve been gathering over a long period of time.
Zeroing in on a book – what will it be? Something t.o do with my ancestors of course. My ancestors who emigrated to America in the time period 1620-1640. These ancestors – of my 6th, 7th, 8th, and 9th great grandparents – were mostly residing in England. So the migration pattern was England to New England. A smaller number went to Virginia, and a small number remained behind in England.
I’ll start with a spread sheet showing: name, sex, relationship, occupation, destination, dates of birth and death, date of migration, special notes
Janet (me) in my academic regalia, 1994
Susan – my adviser for this project, 1994
Pilgrims Going to Church
Next step – work on the Spread Sheet
Treasures to be found in the process of getting my house ready to be sold. What a process! It is breaking my heart! Still needs must.
Where do I start? My postcard collection?
One of many favorite postcards
My collection of craft books? – it nearly broke my heart to even see the unclaimed remainder of my knitting and crochet books.
And all my photographs – these will find a new home with me here at Ida Culver, the Assisted Living Community which I now call home and have a studio apartment.
One of thousands of photographs to be rescued
Thimpu Valley – Himalayan Kingdom of Bhutan, 1988
And I have a few more days to sift through the remaining treasures of a lifetime, sigh.
So…I have exactly 175 days until I turn 60. Roughly 6 months. Nothing magical happens at 60, I mean, I already qualify for a senior discount at most places. AARP sends me junk mail weekly. I’ve been reminded already to have yet another colonoscopy, mammogram and bone density test. So…I’m not sure what the big deal is other than it marks the turning of another decade.
I was hit with the thought, however, of where do I want to be in 6 months? What could I accomplish? What could I give up? Could I actually make a journey entry every day for 6 months? Could I actually get the book of poetry organized? Could I lose the weight that I gained while I was 59?
And of course, that lead to me to thinking of what I’d accomplished or maybe just learned during my 50’s. It seemed a solid place…
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WC has borrowed the title of this blog post. It’s the opening line from Joan Didion‘s superb collection of essays, The White Album, among the very best nonfiction treatments of the upheavals during decade of the 1960s. For WC, one of the most troubling aspects of the 1960s was that Americans seemed to lose the ability to agree on far too many critical things: the war in Vietnam, political candidates, crime in America; the list seemed endless. Didion described many instances of people closing their minds, not just to one side but to the existence of the issue. She was watching, in Hawai’i, the broadcast of Robert Kennedy’s funeral. When a fellow tourist lingered to take in a scene from the funeral Mass at St. Patrick’s Cathedral, the man she was with exclaimed, “We’ll get enough church in the…
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It sounds like a very complicated business.
Surrender on Okinawa
In the Ryukyus Islands, things were far more simple than on the Missouri. The senior officer in the Sakishima Gunto, Lt. General Gon Nomi, Toshiro, whose headquarters was on Miyako Shima, had been given authority to conclude a peace treaty for all Army and Navy forces in the Sakishima Gunto, Daito Islands and the islands in the Okinawa Gunto not already under American control. The official papers were signed on 7 September 1945, with General Stillwell presiding.
Gen. Hata at the Soviet table
General Shunroku Hata and his Army had taken only three weeks in April-May of 1944 to rout 300,000 Chinese soldiers in Honan to secure the Peking-Hankow railroad. He then moved south and then west to meet up with the Japanese forces in French Indochina. The 14th Air Force and the Chinese Air Force could not stop the offensive and by the end of…
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View of the Thimpu Valley
I have a passion for jigsaw puzzles, particularly in this later phase of my life. From an early age I enjoyed the puzzles that my family did occasionally but it wasn’t until I went to live and work in Kenya that this passion came alive. We did jigsaws one after another. I took photographs of each completed puzzle and kept an album of these pictures. It was a major activity! My husband joined in as well as he recovered from major surgery. Members of the staff helped occasionally also. I cannot remember any specific puzzle, except the one we didn’t buy – which I regret to this day! Memory is a funny thing!
Ourselves in Kenya, 1968
Broadway Scisconset Mass.
How I would love to travel back in time to this early, turn of the century image on Nantucket, Mass. My idyllic dreams and memories of Sconset on Nantucket Island. My mother was good friends with a woman who had a family home in Sconset. And we were very fortunate to be invited to spend a week there in the summers in the 1950’s. Fond memories.
Rhino in Kenya
This card has been sitting on my desk for some time waiting to be published. I am still recovering from my trip earlier this month. Either figuring out how to do various procedures and/or finding the necessary materials. Two weeks is a long time!. Have patience while I try to finish my 1000 piece jigsaw.
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