I wiped away the weeds & foam. / I fetched my sea-born treasures home... Ralph Waldo Emerson

Thursday, November 26, 2015

A Thanksgiving Walk

Thanksgiving! It's a quiet day. 60*.

My family and friends will arrive soon, I have the turkey in the oven--so now I will take an hour to enjoy the serenity and beautiful solitude--the calm--of my beach.

A Thanksgiving walk is my tradition, I value the quiet time to count my blessings and to enjoy fond memories of holidays long ago.

I remember my parents and their grey shingled house. I miss them.

The family tradition in Cape Cod was to  put on the turkey and then take a long sightseeing drive to all the Pilgrim places---Corn Hill, where the Pilgrims stole the Natives' cached corn;  First Encounter Beach, where they met those natives; the Pilgrim monument in Provincetown, near the place the Pilgrims first landed after their journey from England.
Cape Cod at Thanksgiving is so evocative of those long ago days. I'd wonder, was the weather this beautiful? did they think the Cape beautiful? Safe and peaceful? Were the leaves as colorful, the water so blue? And--oh look! wild turkeys, trotting along the road. Pilgrim dinner, once upon a time.

We'd always stop at Wendy's in Orleans, get Junior Burgers and fries; we'd drive up to Fort Hill and have a car picnic, admire the glorious view...then home to a delightful aroma of roasting turkey.

Now I celebrate early with a quiet beach walk. I'm so thankful I live here at the beach, near a great and amazing city like New York. I am thankful that I can share this day with my beloved children and dear friends.

And of course--Mo! And all my friends here in blogland~~~~~

Happy Thanksgiving!



gone to the beach....

ps table decor and food pix in a few days.

Tuesday, November 24, 2015

Antique Turkey Platters and Old Fashioned Silverware

Hi! Happy Thanksgiving to all  my friends here. I love Thanksgiving, such a warm and loving holiday. I always enjoy the preparations---I can't even call it ''work'' ---that many of us do each year.
I thought this page from Trader Joe's Fearless Flyer was so handy. I cut it out and taped it inside a cupboard door. Sure I've made a zillion turkey dinners ---I still have to try hard to get it just right.

But first I have to dig out the turkey plates and platters. I'm not sure if I showed you the platters, or just my plate collection. But since I get the platters out each year, to unwrap and enjoy---we can take another look. Turkey platters are I think, so fun and festive. I believe they are an American tradition, though many of the best platters were English Staffordshire china. Maybe every home should have just one, but somehow I have accumulated five. Sofar!

I usually only use the biggest Spode platter. I like its weight and shape.

It's English.

This one is marked Japan.

Unmarked, maybe USA, by Johnson Brothers. Similar to the one above but not exactly the same.

A small size, of good quality but unknown origin.

A delightfully garish Woolworth's style tin platter.

The details are so charming~! They almost always show the turkey in a field, with a house or cabin in the background.

They almost always have a fruit border. Though the Spode platter has dainty flower baskets instead.

One side  of the scene always has naturalistic etched design of wild seeds, weeds, brambles---and leaves and underbrush.

I love this one, with its prickly pods, so familiar, though I don't know what the tree is. [we called the pods gumballs?] edit: a sweet gum tree.

The scenes are transferred designs, usually in brown / sepia, though all colors were made. [I yearn for a blue version, and black], then the colors were tinted by hand, some more skillfully than others.

Another nostalgic chore is polishing the silverware. I know it's not fashionable to use silver utensils nowadays. They do need light polishing if not used daily. But it's a family tradition and I love my set. Like having ''wedding china'', this is the only way I'd ever be organized to have enough flatware for a holiday party.

My dad made the box, with cherry wood from a friend's trees. The silver was given to me as gifts, from my parents, for years, as I accumulated a goodly set.

As a child it was my job to polish the silver.
 My brother never helped. [For some reason I feel like he and my dad went hunting on Thanksgiving morning, but--probably not. A mystery.] And I've never been able to convince my kids that it could be fun! And it's now their job. Nope, here I am, a few days before the holiday, silver polish and a soft cloth in hand.

This lovely set of Victorian pearl handled silver fruit utensiles was a gift from an antiques dealer friend, back during Brooklyn days.

When I opened the old flannel cover, inside also were also silver ladles [top left, below] plus a couple more, including a sugar shell,. For cranberry sauce, creamed onions, etc etc. Very useful and treasured for the memory of a good friend.  [He sold me most of my blue transferware...].

Mo loves to help! He is sharing his beloved Gator dolly, I guess we'll have gator wings, lol.
[no, Mo, not really!]

I hope your holiday is wonderful, with friends and family, and good memories. Good times.



gone to the beach....

Look east...full moon rises.

look southwest, the sun sets on another day.

The fence and pink moon.

The walkway. And the moon. The Hunters' Moon, November.

Monday, November 23, 2015

Pink Sky at Night, a Sailor's Delight

Or if not a sailor---this beachcomber's delight!
Hi! Sunday was one those November days, you know, the kind where it's hard to maintain one's love of late autumn at the beach. One of those dark grey days---no rain!---where it never seems to get light out, just dark dusk all day. There's a pink sunrise/ sunset line along the southern horizon, as if the day has gone from sunup right to nighttime; the kind of day your automatic car lights come on mid-morning and stay on all day.

It was warm when I walked Mo after breakfast, but an icy wind blew through the flea a few hours later. Oh I was cold in my old thin denim jacket and cotton scarf, no hat or gloves. Plans went a bit off and I arrived late, dealers were already packing up at just past noon, so no treasures. Just a couple pics before my hands got too cold.

nice big crock / jug.
flow blue plate

autumn carnival glass bowl

yelloware canister set!

sweet sampler
When I got home I immediately made hot tea. Earl Grey XXX-Bergamot. I was shivering. And I am never cold, I hate it. I gave poor Mo an early dinner, we had our ''evening'' walk in twilight at 4 PM. But then, as I made my second cup of tea, I noticed the dunes were glowing. I went to investigate and this is what I saw:

There was even a rainbow. A PINK rainbow.

I never saw a pink rainbow before.

My 365 Dotty for Sunday was already chosen, a pretty grey calico. But I had to change it and add the fiery glow of evening's spectacular show.

I hope your weekend was good, and maybe had a delight or surprise too. Even a very small one.



gone to the beach...................

PS This is kinda cool...the dark forms at the bottom of the sunset [not the darkest band which is the dunes here.] is Sandy Hook New Jersey, maybe 30-35? miles to the west! 

My house and the beach face south, and if I lean way out and aim west , on a clear day I can see NJ. Far far away.

Here's a map. Picture me in the further purple areas below the main part of Long Island. Then look to the left. See the hook, of Sandy Hook? Cool.