Treasure Hunt 2013

On Friday I played hooky from work so that my husband and I could go to the Brimfield Antique Show. We try to make it out there at least once every year. It’s always an adventure. There’s so much to look at, from old stained-glass windows to vintage toys and memorabilia, from Fiesta ware and carnival glass to antique furniture and weird objects made out of reclaimed materials. They have it all. It’s hard to separate the trash from the treasure. Indeed, it’s hard to focus at all. The senses get overwhelmed, but in a good way. And always there is the hope of finding something absolutely priceless.

Most of the stuff is out of our league price-wise, but we always find a few things to bring home with us. This time I bought some vintage brooches.

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Vintage Brooches

The snake is the weirdest and most expensive of the lot, and probably also the oldest. It might date from as far back as the 1960s.

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Snake Brooch

And here is another thing we bought.

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This rooster isn’t exactly old, but the man who sold it to us said that it was made from Mexican oil drums, so it isn’t exactly new either. I’m not sure where the seller was originally from, but he had wonderful accent, maybe German. It’s good that we took the time to talk to him, because he had some important advice for taking care of the rooster. He said, “Vinter inside, zen spring outside. Vinter is too much rust. Don’t put ze rooster in ze grass or his feet rust. On ze stone rooster last 40, 50 years.”

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Frogs

FROGS

by Marshall

Once upon a time there were five frogs. They were all named Ribbety. They liked flies. Three more frogs came to the bog and their names were Sticky, Icky, and Stacko. All the frogs like each other.

They dance. They sing. They like to sing “Row, Row, Row Your Boat.” They all sing well. They dance all day.

They were scared at night when they were dreaming. They dreamed about monsters biting somebody.

The frogs like people. The frogs are scared of people’s monster toys, but they danced with the monster toys, then they ruined the monster toys, and they broke the glass, and they broke the vase. And then they broke the monster toys.

The people were unhappy. The people ate the flies of the frogs, and the frogs wanted them. But then the people spit the flies out. Then the frogs were hitting people, because the frogs were naughty. Chocky the Frog came and ate the people. Then all the monsters ate all the frogs in the world.

Then the monsters spat the frogs out. The frogs went home. They hit themselves, because they were naughty. They had juice and water and milk to drink. They’re going to sleep. They have bad dreams about monsters.

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Animals, Volcanoes, and Other Things

Dear Kids,

Here are some random stories about you.

  • Livia loves stuffed animals, and she often surrounds herself with them at bedtime. I always check on the two of you before I go to bed. Sometimes I find that Livia has so many animals around her that I don’t know how she can even breathe. I usually remove a few. Her favorites change from day to day, but she has always seemed to be particularly fond of Bruno (a monkey), Gigi (a pink poodle), Tails (a white rat), and Apricot (a giraffe).
  • Lately we’ve been doing a game called Animal Toss just before bed. I take a stuffed animal from the closet and ask who wants it. Then I throw it to whoever seems to want it the most. This has led to Marshall’s renewed interest in stuffed animals. He has been using them to build what he calls “bridges” on the floor. The only animal he ever asks to sleep with is the weird-looking, pink one that is maybe supposed to be a rabbit (we call it an alien—that’s how weird it is).
  • The other night we used stuffed animals to outline a pond on the floor and then pretended to be frogs. We read frog stories. Then Marshall dictated a frog story to me, which I will post later. It was close to bedtime at that point and Marshall asked if the two of you could sleep in the pond. I said, “Sure!” The floor may not be particularly comfortable, but you’re old enough to get back into bed if you’re uncomfortable. You stayed in the pond all night, though, and you sure looked cute sleeping like that.
  • A few months ago Marshall drew his first picture of a face. He gave it hair, eyes, a nose, and a mouth. He told me that it was me. Then, when we showed it to his dad, Marshall said it was a picture of his dad. I had no idea that Daddy and I looked so much alike! 😉
  • For a while Livia shushed us every time we told her to do something. She did it so perfectly that it was beyond rude. We were almost at the end of our tolerance for it when she suddenly, and for no apparent reason, gave it up. Whew!
  • Both of you still like to wear your hoodie towels on your heads like capes after your bath. You look like superheroes. When Livia says “superhero” it sounds like “super tato.”
  • Marshall likes to watch videos on YouTube. He has always been fascinated by volcanoes and periodically asks for volcano videos. One day he was so entranced with one that he refused to come to the kitchen for lunch. He was perched in front of my computer, chanting, “Where’s my lava? Where’s my lava?”
  • As Marshall was watching his volcano video, Livia was in the kitchen eating scrambled eggs, which she usually won’t touch. She was smiling and chanting, “I like it! I like it!”

Love,

Mom

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Experiment

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Fifty-Two

Today I completed my reading goal for the year: 52 books. Perhaps now I’ll try to work my way through three books that I inadvertently abandoned along the way (The House of the Seven Gables, Tess of the d’Urbervilles, and A Visit from the Good Squad). Meanwhile I feel bad that I never mentioned some of the books that I finished, so here are some quick words about a few of them.

Walking the Maze by Margret Shaw
Grade: B+

“Books are dangerous. You can get lost in them.” That line and the cover image of an old-fashioned garden maze sold me on the book. In this story, teenager Annice’s fascination with a gallery painting threatens her hold on reality. I thought the ending was a letdown. There was a lot to enjoy along the way, though. The garden was so important to the story that it was almost a character, and it was a creepy garden! It takes a lot to creep me out, so I was impressed. I also enjoyed the many references to Shakespeare’s A Midsummer Night’s Dream (Annice’s class was putting on a performance of the play). That’s why the book still gets a B+.

The Age of Miracles by Karen Thompson Walker
Grade: B+

I wanted to love this story about a preteen girl living at the time of a global disaster. It kinda broke my heart, though. There was great storytelling throughout, but it was so unremittingly gloomy. I stuck with it but was disappointed by the ending. While I can see why the author thought she could get away with the way she ended the book, I don’t think it worked. To sum it up: great writing and awesome premise ruined by nonstop gloom and a weak ending.

The Boggart and the Monster by Susan Cooper
Grade: B+

This is a very silly story about a pair of kids and their Boggart friend, but I enjoyed it. Maybe it’s because I’ve always been in love with Scotland, and I have very fond memories of Loch Ness, the location where much of this story takes place. Whatever the reason, I liked it just enough to keep it (for now), but not enough to give it an A. This book is a sequel to The Boggart, which I have never read.

Daddy-Long-Legs by Jean Webster
Grade: A

The main character of Daddy-Long-Legs is Judy, an orphan who is given the chance to go to college by an anonymous sponsor. The only payback required of her is that she write to her sponsor every month to let him know about her progress. Judy is a remarkably modern woman for a story written in 1912. Yes, this story is a hundred years old, and yet it holds up better than many stories of more recent vintage. Judy, whom we get to know through her letters to her unknown benefactor, is so likable that the story is not ruined by its predictability. Highly recommended.

BTW, I also watched the musical Daddy-Long-Legs, starring Fred Astaire and Leslie Caron, because it was based loosely on the book. The filmmakers obvious worried that the audience of the time would think Fred Astaire’s character was an old lecher preying on an innocent girl. Excepting their heavy-handed attempts to avoid that accusation, it’s a good movie. It has some great dance numbers (my favorite was the one in which Astaire was Caron’s “invisible” guardian angel). Leslie Caron, who normally doesn’t do much for me, was charming in this film.

The Princess Diaries by Meg Cabott
Grade: A-

Teenager Mia Thermopolis has just found out that she’s a princess of an obscure European country. She doesn’t think she’s the princess type and she’s not afraid to say so. The story is told in the form of diary entries.

I enjoyed The Princess Diaries. But, having just read Daddy-Long-Legs, which is similar in that the whole story is told through the main character’s writing, I have to say that it’s unlikely to hold up as well over time. It’s full of pop references. Also, Mia’s character is somewhat negative and shallow, which is unlikely to give her lasting likability. She discusses adult topics freely in her diary entries, so I would not recommend this book for younger readers.

The book is different from the movie version starring Anne Hathaway and Julie Andrews. Fans of one might not necessarily appreciate the other. I liked them roughly equally, but I thought the movie characters were nicer.

The Story of Dr. Dolittle by Hugh Lofting
Grade: A-

In this, the first book of the series, Dr. Dolittle travels to Africa to cure a band of sick monkeys. I loved the Dr. Dolittle stories when I was a kid, and I was thrilled to find that their magic still works for me.

Note: Parts of this book might be considered racist by today’s standards, but I recommend reading the original, uncensored version, if for no other reason than that the subject of racism is always food for thought. I also think it is wrong to rewrite someone else’s book without their permission. But more importantly, I think it is unwise to rewrite history.

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SITY: Things Gotta Grow

Back in June I found some attractive plants growing in the yard. They had beautiful swirls of fuzzy leaves. I wondered what they’d be when they grew up.

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Now it is August and I know the answer. They are these:

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Mullein

I am a big fan of wildflowers, but I just can’t seem to make myself like mullein. Its flowers are tolerable up-close, I guess.

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But they’re arranged on a big, ugly stalk, and they don’t bloom all at once, leaving parts of it bare and dead looking. And at its worst, mullein grows and grows until it gets to unruly heights.

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This insect-ravaged mullein plant is probably as tall as I am.

If only the mullein would stay small like it was in June. But I suppose that’s always the way in this world. Things gotta grow.

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Cause and Effect

Marshall (carrying something covered in his hand): I have to throw this away.

Daddy: What’s in your hand?

Marshall: An ant, because he’s squished, because I squished him!

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Emergencies

Dear Kids,

If I had a dollar for every time one of you said “I hurt myself!” we’d have a nice, steady income with which to pay for your preschool. I’m only half kidding when I say that. It seems like you’re always getting yourselves into some kind of trouble.

From my 6/21/12 journal entry:

Livia dislocated her elbow today. This plus her black eye (from last Sunday at Auntie Natalie’s when she fell against the rock wall) and Marshall’s usual collection of bruises, scratches, bumps, bug bites, and assorted red spots of unknown origin probably make it look like we abuse the kids. There’s not much we can do tho, but continue to try to keep them out of harm’s way, however futile a task that may. I knew that rock wall was trouble and tried to keep her away, but she managed to get past me. However, she did not eat the poison berries, or touch the poison ivy, or escape into the woods, all of which she attempted over and over to do. Natalie’s yard is not nearly baby proofed! People never take fences seriously until they have toddlers.

My journal entry wasn’t 100% accurate. As the ER doctor in Penn Yan explained to us while we were on vacation in July, Livia’s elbow wasn’t actually dislocated. She had nursemaid’s elbow, which is a subluxation (i.e., partial dislocation). It’s not as serious as a complete dislocation.

But who needs to know that? Only the parents whose child is being treated for nursemaid’s elbow for the third time. Yes, third time! And it was actually her fifth visit for emergency care (there was the spangle-eating incident, plus three elbow-subluxation incidents, and one crushed-finger incident). You should have heard us blathering to the hospital staff about everything she had ever been treated for. I guess we figured that if we told them everything they wouldn’t think we had anything to hide.

We don’t have anything to hide (well, except some household clutter), but I hope you’ll take it easy for a while, put some time between injuries for appearance’s sake. And for our sanity’s sake. You have no idea how terrible it is to see your child hurt. It is not one of the highlights of parenthood.

You are inquisitive, adventurous, energetic, determined, and single-minded—all traits that could be useful someday. But those same traits are the ones most likely to get you into trouble now.

Be safe, my little ones. No more trips to the ER, OK?

Love,

Mom

P.S. I started writing this post in July or August. It is December now. You have each required emergency care once since then. Livia got a tick bite and Marshall had an extremely high fever, both distressing events. But henceforth you’re going to take it easy on us, right?

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Nature’s Persistence

I am often impressed by Nature’s persistence. Look at this tree growing out of a rock.

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Rock Tree

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Rock Tree Looks Like an Elephant’s Trunk

There’s a sad bush on the border of our yard that appears to be some kind of blueberry/huckleberry. It doesn’t get a lot of sun, which is probably why it’s so sad. I’ve never seen a single berry on it. But it keeps trying.

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Everyone knows how persistent dandelions can be in the yard. But did you know that if you leave them in a vase for weeks they don’t just die? The make seeds!

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Writing for Money

A few months ago we received a notice from the IRS. They had decided to continue charging us interest and penalties over that little misunderstanding we had back in 2008. We still thought that we were right, and it was thousands of dollars that they were asking for, so we decided to continue to fight them. We immediately contacted our tax guy and asked him what to do. He called up the IRS and got permission for us to plead our case (yes, you actually need to get permission before you can send them a letter).

So who was going to write the letter? Naturally that task fell to me. But I was daunted. I’ve written fiction contest entries that could theoretically win us some cash. That’s not daunting, though. That’s exciting. It gives me a feeling of hope. I’d never had to write something that could lose us money if it wasn’t good enough!

I had no choice, though. No one was going to write it for me. So I began the easy way: “Dear IRS, . . . ” I told them what great people we were and why we didn’t deserve that kind of treatment. I included everything our tax guy said to include, plus a few persuasive (I hope) lines of my own. Our tax guy approved it (with a change of salutation, of course), and we mailed it.

We can do nothing more now but wait for the reply and hope for the best. In the meantime I’m glad to be done with that terrible writing task, and I look forward to doing more blog posts and stories and silly rhymes. Those are the kinds of things I like to write. They might not make me any money, but at least they won’t cost me anything if they’re bad!

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