Lorna, former owner Andersen’s RV Park, sent us two guest photos from New York City:
‘Friday, 26 August 2016
Hot!All I managed to do for the garden was to paint some more bamboo poles and then install them in the cool of the evening, and paint the wooden bowls for a new project.
Saturday, 27 August 2016
We had blissfully cool misty weather again. You could almost call it drizzle…but not quite. I asked Allan to go to Saturday Market for our Pink Poppy Bakery treats because going to market felt too peopley to me today.
Allan’s photos:Kathleen came to visit me for awhile and got to meet Skooter. Lazy snoozing Skooter did not want to come down the cat ramp so I gave him a push from indoors.
Allan worked on the bowl project.
After my visit with Kathleen, I turned to a new book (having finished the excellent Shrill by Lindy West). I loved the first season of the World War II British series, Home Fires. It was based on a non fiction booked called Jambusters, republished here as Home Fires to tie in with the telly show about the role of the Women’s Institute in English and Welsh villages. (Scotland had a different organization than the WI.)
The pacifist nature of the WI was not addressed in the tv show.
I recommend that all food gardeners that I know read this book for the chapter called Digging for Victory. It is absolutely fascinating.
Anyone who likes to put food up or who has memories of their grandma canning food will enjoy the chapter about canning and preserving, which was done on a grand scale and often while actually at risk of bombing.
Fascinating that there were few onions available. They had previously been imported from France. Onions did not grow well in the UK climate so an onion was a precious commodity.
This passage about games played at the end of the WI meetings gets across how hard the women worked at that time. I was amazed to read that a lot of the country villages did not get electricity and plumbing until the late 1950s. Musical bumps is similar to our game musical chairs.
I was completely transported by this book, and have ordered the author’s other book, Stranger in the House, about women’s experience when their menfolk returned from the war. As usual, I feel that I have lived in that time, and if reincarnation were true, I would think I had been there.
Sunday, 28 August 2016
I would rather have had another reading day. Home gardening was required and I eventually accomplished the removal of two wheelbarrows full of weeds and the cutting back of some spent perennials.I had been worried in the afternoon that I had not seen Skooter all day, called to him now and then for an hour while gardening, and was overjoyed when he finally appeared.
1997 (age 73):
August 26-28 Again I didn’t write down anything I did all week.
1998 (age 74):
August 26: Today was my watering day but I didn’t water and didn’t work outside either. I got started going through the pile of catalogs I had set aside to order stuff “sometime”. I placed 2 or 3 orders and threw out some. For 3 days I haven’t been outside to do any work. The next few days are supposed to be HOT.
August 27: Well, Bill and his helpers spread “mud” all over the existing vinyl. He will install new vinyl tomorrow. I asked it he did carpet installation too (he does) but I told him I’ll wait till spring. I spent the day inside. The house is a mess now but it will be nice when the vinyl is installed.
August 28 (Friday): HOT About the time I expected Bill, Bill Jr showed up with bad news. My vinyl is on a Carpet Exchange truck in Portland. Bill said the earliest he can get it is Wednesday. He was so upset. I guess he thought I’d blow my top. I didn’t. I told him I’ll just camp out in this mess. I took 6 begonia pots to the table and cut off many mildewed leaves. Also potted more seedlings to set out in patio.