Thursday, September 26, 2024

The Beatles, Ranked! 11-15

The singer of Boys looking quite boyish

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Boys Uniquely Starr time, his song with "the other lads," a performance piece done with Rory Storm and the Hurricanes before becoming a Beatle. There's something about his throaty delivery and stuttered delivery of "gi-i-irl" that is energetic and joyful. The last time we saw him in concert, he proudly informed us he has been performing this song since 1960.

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Here Comes the Sun (5) This feels like blasphemy to be so low, as stated before, it's all A+ up here. George enjoys a morning in Eric Clayton’s garden and challenges Ringo to break his damn hands to keep up with his time signatures. Let it be known I don't really know what a time signature is, even though Taub Buchman has been trying to educate listeners for years. 

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You've Got To Hide Your Love Away (84) The boys dip into folk rock while starring in yet another awesome movie. I want to be McCartney in a gum wrapper for Halloween this year. 

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Hey Bulldog (14) When I was a DJ at WRKX in college, I would play this one whenever I would give the sports report. That this is Dave Grohl's favorite song is no surprise, this one rocks. And hey, I was spot-on with Sirius/XM!

15-TIE
Julia (75) and I Will (47) The beauty of a Lennon-McCartney partnership is that even when they were working on songs individually, you could tell they were bouncing inspiration off each other. These two gentle pieces are bookends to each other's brilliance from the White Album and must be included here as a set.


Sirius/XM did their annual Top 100 countdown over Memorial Day weekend. A number in parenthesis is that song's position on that countdown.

Saturday, September 21, 2024

Friday, September 20, 2024

Toxic

 

How's it feel, I mean really? 

I'm basking in some schadenfreude this morning. I'm trying to fight it, but I can't. I think Laura Ingalls called it "mean gladness" when Nellie Olson was pissed that Laura hitched a ride to school with local hottie Almanzo Wilder after picking up her name cards. That ride from Calumet Avenue must have felt like a blessed parade.

Or was it when Nellie ended up with bloodsuckers on her legs after being rude to Ma and mean to Jack at her country party? 

Maybe both; my girl Laura could zone in on just the right feeling. 

So I started doing meet-ups with old friends again a few years ago and they were a good support system when I was going through the cancer scare. However, I noticed the road only seemed to go one way - me to them - and when one group member turned on me over the word mastectomy over lumpectomy, they all did. 

This hurt tremendously, especially because I considered two of those people best friends for life. 

Silly me, but when you choose, you choose. 

Looking back through the hurt, I realized there's some small-town-mindedness I'm relieved to be away from. Judgemental comments. Snottiness even. 

Welp, one of them has been ostracized from the group after a petty disagreement and unceremoniously kicked out of the clique. I cannot muster up a lick of sympathy. Not an iota. I've tried. All I can do is smirk. 

Who's next, bitches? 

Friday, September 13, 2024

Rethinking Blue

Blue is...

Taste: a blue raspberry slushee, the vague mixed-berry flavoring that turns your tongue colors

Touch: mid-afternoon late summer sunshine that warms the skin when it's hot but no longer humid

Smell: the inside of a Bath and Body Works store

Hear: Take Five, Dave Brubek

Wednesday, September 11, 2024

Across the Prairie: Mansfield, Revisited - The Farmhouse

View from the park bench on the front lawn. 

One of the benefits of going to the home site on a weekday late morning is you get to connect with other Laura Fans. In this case, it was my tour guide! I was the only visitor on the 11:30 am tour, so she and I had our run of the place. I told her I had toured the house many times in the past, so instead of giving me the canned tour, she agreed to let me in on what's been happening the last 20 years, and point out some of the things they've updated. 

The back stairs were repainted, reinforced, and opened up, so you could see up into the attic rooms. These were a revelation, as these were closed off previously. What's crazy about these stairs is they are essentially a narrow ladder to shimmy up there. The 1920s must have been the era of the mint green paint, it's the same color that was used in my parent's attic room. 

They also opened the master bathroom off the bedroom for viewing, but not to use. Laid out were her small cache of cosmetics, including her brand of perfume, Shalimar. Except the Shalimar, her brands were strictly drugstore. She's a thrifty Scotswoman!

She and I lamented the choice to build that #@$! parking lot while we were in Laura's little office. One of her visions for the farm was for her windows to be "living pictures," a modern choice on par with Frank Lloyd Wright's vision in his architecture. I cajoled her to let me take a step, maybe two to view the upstairs as the noon sun was streaming into the windows. Nothing doing. 

We discussed and celebrated Almanzo's artistry, noting the handmade sewing kit he fashioned out of cigar boxes, the lap desk made from scrap wood and polished to a velvety finish, the canes, the shoes, his twig lamps, the cypress log table, and of course the stone fireplace Laura begged him to make for her of natural stone from the farm. 

Placard side 1.

Placard side 2.

Side view of the farmhouse, the screen porch is still off-limits. 

The dining room and dumbwaiter into the kitchen. This is where she sorted and answered fan mail.

The anniversary clock Almanzo obtained as a gift for Laura in the mid-1880s.

Ground zero for Laura fans. This is the side office off the bedroom where she sat to write the Little House books. 

Her fainting couch in the office, where she would rest and remember. This is one of her big picture windows, and I tried to take the picture at just the right angle so I wouldn't get the #$!% parking lot below.

An example of Almanzo's craftsmanship, a twig lamp.

The front parlor, with the couch facing the west windows. The family library is in the back and I craned my neck to see what titles are there. I understand there's a list of the books available in the bookstore if you want a Little House literary challenge. 

The music library features an organ, a credenza filled with music, and a big portrait of Rose. Say what you will, Rose had style.

They say they left the house untouched from the day she died, so this was her last jam.

When is a vase not a vase? When it is a celery vase! Apparently, celery was very expensive back in the day, and this was THE wedding gift to give because celery = luxury. 

What is a rare treat for a modern LauraFan? Being able to enjoy Laura's front porch. Twenty years ago, the porch was off-limits to visitors; this visit, not only were the front doors thrown open, I was able to walk out and experience being one of her guests. 

The ravines are over there. The best guess is natural erosion and modern plumbing have rendered the Wilders' natural spring obsolete. I tried getting back there but there were too many vines, weeds, and growth

Wilder back porch. A reminder that while this is a literary historical site, while she was living, it was a farm with working spaces. 

I was invited to take a spin through the newest feature, which was dubbed Almanzo's Garage, coming next. 

Monday, September 9, 2024

Across the Prairie: Mansfield, Revisited - The Museum

Been there, done that. 

As readers (crickets) may recall, I would make a yearly trek to the Laura Ingalls Wilder Home in Mansfield once a year back when we lived in Missouri. That was 20 years ago, and I was told by folks in the Real Laura Fan group that a lot had changed. 

The first thing to note was the museum moved from the back of the house to a visitor's center west of the white farmhouse. 

This is a problem. 

When Almanzo and Laura built their house, it was not only for fresh, gravity-fed spring water from the ravine but also for the charming vistas she could take in from her large picture windows. 

They paved paradise and put up a parking lot. 

I was disorientated by the new space, it seemed like an intrusion on her vision of the farm. But it's not a farm anymore, hasn't been one since Almanzo passed in 1940s, and has been a museum since 1957. But still...! 

Regardless, the museum is well curated, the staff friendly, and there's a 10-minute intro reel to welcome visitors before browsing the artifacts, including recordings of Laura's little old lady voice. And now, you are allowed to take pictures. 

Laura's postage stamp from the 90s. 

What everyone wants to see when they get there - Pa's actual fiddle. Appraisers have determined it is German-made, 1850s. No idea how Charles obtained it. Value? Priceless. 

One of the crazy quilts from scraps in Laura's collection. Reading her stories, you wonder about the pink lawn, was that a piece of it here? What about her brown poplin from their buggy rides? Pa's work shirts, Carrie's pink striped dress? Ma's delaine?

Artifacts as mentioned in the books: in Big Woods, a digital copy of Pa's Big Green Book. 

How much this jewel box, as described in Plum Creek, meant to her that she still had it when she died.

The homestead claim deed, BTSoSL. 

Ma's pearl-handled pen is mentioned several times, including TLW. 

The name cards were purchased at Hopp's in LToTP.

When Mary came home from college, she brought gifts, like this beaded basket for Laura in THGY. The white blouse on the lower shelf is one Mary made, demonstrating infinite patience to do that much pin-tucking while blind. 

The iconic bread plate, TFFY. 

The now-defunct literary award that was named for her. 

Rose's traveling outfit as a war correspondent covering the Vietnam War. This outfit alone is giving me pause to reflect on Rose as a person, this is far more modern than what would be expected of an old lady in the 60s. I'd wear that today. 

The sheer amount of items in the museum compared to 20 years ago has tripled, or maybe even quadrupled due to having the space as well as the proper cabinets to preserve the artifacts for display. 

Sadly, the black wedding dress was not out. I didn't ask about it, but I imagine having been made in 1885, the dress needs to "rest" from the public eye to maintain the integrity of the fabric. Little Joyce, the 88-year-old docet, helped show me some of the items she found fascinating, such as Almanzo's collection of handmade canes and shoe laths. Because of his illness in the late 80s, when diphtheria gave way to a series of strokes, Almanzo became lame on his right side, physically shrinking. He made his own shoes, building up the right, so he could walk with a steady gait but still relied on his cane for support. 

Joyce was a fangirl and loved walking me from case to case to show off Laura's china collection, jewelry, and farm woman equipment. I was pleased to see an actual butter mold and noted that while Ma had strawberries, Laura had a swan. 

And I have a Joanna Gaines butter dish...

It's only fair and right that the girl who gave away all her sweet presents during the long winter scored some major baubles. 

I'm still astonished by how small everything was. 

But all is not well in Laura's home spaces. Things that were once out in the open are under glass, not only for preservation purposes, but because some of Laura's artifacts have been "traveling" with visitors who have light fingers and have stolen some of her things, including pens, kitchen supplies, and handkerchiefs. 

Who steals from Laura?!

Anyway, in the gift shop, I picked up the final Christmas ornament in the collection, the Rock House; a book on who the real Mr. Edwards was; and a bar of Mr. Edwards-inspired soap. 

Next up: the farmhouse and rock house. 

Sunday, September 1, 2024

Best Meal I Ever Ate, Birthday Cake

It's a JCP cake, but it's not the same.

Appropriate that the September post is about cake, as it is my birthday month!

Back in the day, JCPenney's birthday at the mall was a pretty big deal every July. One publicity stunt I recall was a huge birthday cake display at the entrance, 1986. I was working at the Walgreens next door, the cake was on display out front, the sugary vanilla perfuming the air the week before the celebration. All the mall employees flocked to get a slice. Conrad's Bakery, who also created my Snoopy cake for my third birthday, was the baker. 

This thing was HUGE. Must have been a million layers of crystal white and gold buttercream. It was a big community celebration when it was finally served to the masses. 

I grew up on the Duncan Hines mix + matching frosting for birthdays, so rich vanilla with buttercream was a revelation in simple decadence. The slice I received also had a buttercream rose, which spoiled me for weddings the next 10 years, as I fought to the front of the line at any reception to get a piece with a little something extra, be a rose, a sugar dove, a fondant treat. 

I want to say Conrad's closed in the late 80s, and the last JCP cake was served in probably 1990. I had gone away to school by the end of '89 and when I came home to work the summer of '91, I don't recall any more cakes.

OMG: story here!

The Beatles, Ranked! 11-15

The singer of Boys looking quite boyish 11 Boys Uniquely Starr time, his song with "the other lads," a performance piece done wit...