Nov 27, 2013
I discovered from my Mom recently that when she was a child, she used to spend celebratory meals like Thanksgiving and Sunday Suppers,
with her Aunt’s family. They lived within the same block in their rural Missouri town. Many people have these sorts of memories.
Where I grew up, we didn’t have any family nearby. So I like to create the family memories for my kids.
Memories of cousins upon cousins and aunts and grandparents piled into a house to feast.
The clan celebrating itself, laughing and enjoying the overfed and captured audience.
Scene of and witness to the uncomfortable squabbles and unsaid shames that are family. Forgiving, accepting, and moving on.
This humanity riddled imperfect holiday gathering is a combined memory of a nation. Every nation has a Thanksgiving, a tradition
that is carried over by generations to the next and lives in their memories of long gone houses and people.
Now the holiday happens in the children’s homes. The same foods are being prepared In their kitchens.
New tales are being made to tell at the table to a new generation of children.
And the patchwork quilts of a family and it’s feasts are both created and shared. The keepers store the Thanksgiving quilt away
to be remembered again. Or to be forgotten.
Oct 7, 2013
So first there was us. Oh we had fun. Lots of it. Food and drink and merry were made.
Then comes marriage.
Then comes baby in a baby carriage.
Baby Eamon and Daddy. Our love multiplied.
Mommy and toddler Eamon. Handsome and a handful.
Filling Daddy’s shoes.
Training to take over one day.
And eventually, he’ll be so big, he won’t want to hold our hand anymore.
But not yet. Not yet.
Jul 18, 2013
If you haven’t been to Cafe Sado, Inc. in Chester, MD, I probably shouldn’t tell you and ruin it for the rest of us. But we think it’s the best and the most affordable place for sushi. People drive over the bridge from Annapolis for the BOGO deal on sushi.
There’s plenty to choose from on the menu. Bento boxes, Pad Thai , and even a Kobi beef burger. The styling is Mo-dern chic with chain type curtains between the booths and funky mesh metal chairs in the foyer where a continuous loop of Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon seems to play. And a pub downstairs. What else do you need?
We have spent many a special occasion here and brought many guests to impress. Thanks to Cafe Sado, our child now likes calamari and dumplings. This last visit brought a new kind of embibeable entertainment; the Japanese Soda. Seems those whacky Japanese don’t just want you to drink it, they want you to play with it. Mark tells a story of how, while working an MJ show in Japan, he found coffee which got hot by a chemical reaction you created in the container. Cool. Scary. Cool.
There was a glass marble attached by wrapping to the top. And the idea was, when you smacked it down through the hole, it would then begin to fizzle.
And then enjoy. It had enough sugar in it to make your hair curl.
And the view of the sun setting on that candy cane lighthouse was rather enjoyable too. Plus the silly company of my family.
Play and have fun People.
Sep 30, 2012
Occasion to spend time with family “happened” to me recently. So many issues, so little time. The American holidays are approaching and in the coming months, many may face feeling some of what I felt. And may, as I did, think hard about what they are feeling and choose not to react.
Family is an organism that you are bound to and a part of. You are born into memories and legacies and the established lives of those who came before you. Yes you are separate and yet, like it or not, you are included too.
No, you can’t genetically alter yourself to be related to someone else. But you can make choices about who you believe you are. Legacy or not, in the end, your self-definition and behavioral choices are yours alone.
People, especially unhappy ones, will inevitably try to spread their own lives’ stinky Limburger cheese onto your sandwich. Accusing you of responsibility for stuff you have no clue about; the fears and insecurities they tire of carrying. And, in a split second, you must decide whether to open your happy hoagie and accept their stinky cheese or say, no thanks; I’m dairy-free today.
Our boundaries are our most precious assets at this time of the year. Confronted by others’ idiotic remarks, as a mature adult, ideally we could say,” I don’t necessarily agree with you but thanks for giving me your opinion.” Not always being that mature or clever, I suggest you give your self any kind of exit plan. Whether it’s a white lie to your grandparents that you’re driving back home when you’ve booked a room at a local spa. Or faking a coughing fit to exit the room quickly before you break into tears, taking care of your well-being is your priority and responsibility. Taking care of them is theirs.
Aug 23, 2012
As I drove to do my recycling today, I pondered my summer and the extraordinary effort which made this season enjoyable. In the past, the much-anticipated summer season has dragged on like a deadly combo case of heat exhaustion and boredom. By the middle of August, I would beg for sweet mercy. Prior to my child, I considered the countless summers consisted of too much work, not enough money, and never feeling entitled to a vacation. That’s just plain no fun t’all.
But I swore not to squander this summer. If the opportunity wasn’t there, I looked ahead and jammed it in to break up the yawning schedule. We started off attending a Summer Party held by our friends Liz and Laura in Trappe. The party was a swell kid’s and community gathering. We saw Ellie hold baby Linden and pull her own tooth out. So sweet. And made new friends.
Then we enjoyed a visit from our friends Sarah and son Charlie, which I spoke of here, followed by the summer camps galore spaced out just right to give me some reprieve from the son’s seven year old mania. There was British Soccer camp at the High School, Lego robotics at Chesapeake College, and Karate camp at the Y. All got tremendous thumbs up. I was glad I eked the money out somehow. And then came our tripping.
There was a crabbing trip to Claiborne, described here,and a Fourth party at our friends in Pasadena that I’ve yet to post pictures for . One night in a mini cabin at the local state park was a random plan jammed in the calendar for something different. The post here I wrote about it summed it up perfectly. That was before our “Big” ticket trip.
My husband liked the idea we should take a trip that had educational value. Not in the mood for the Gettysburg large field of death thing or another trip to Philly so soon after the Flower Show, post here, I insisted on Williamsburg. Unlike trips of the past, I didn’t really over-think this one. We packed, glanced at an online site, got a Google trip-tick and off we headed. We had changed our overnight stay from two to three back to two nights. Mark was thinking about work, what else.
Williamsburg has lots of stuff to do. I asked all the living historians a ton of questions. My kid began to drag and complain. I promised him something really spectacular if he held his whining. So the best part of the trip for him was then the surprise Hagen Daas ice cream and pirate put-put. I became the best Mommy ever. Feeling pretty fine. So I was extra bowled over to bump into a long-lost best friend at the Williamsburg IHOP at 8:30 in the morning. She and her husband treated us to a lovely candlelight dinner at a historic Inn that night. We headed off to Jamestown the next day and made our 4 and a half hour trip via the tunnel bridge back home.
And so August went by in a whirlwind as the son and I left again four days later for a lovely short visit with another long lost best friend at her family vacation in OC, NJ. It had been 30 plus years since we’d been connected yet we clicked again like no time had passed. All so wonderful except where I hot a really bad burn in my bosom.
And finally, the final trip; an overnight at Rehoboth this week. We knew we needed our one beach trip fix. Ironically, living less than an hour away doesn’t guarantee a visit made. So I booked one night in a Comfort Inn which I liked and made sure to ask our girl Caitlin to come too. It was a family trip complete with beach time, arcade, ice cream, boardwalk fries, and another round of put-put golf. And the hotel movie Dogs and Cats accompanied by a glass of wine. Heaven. The kids slept in and we got coffee downstairs.
I can say, the only thing I missed this summer was the crab feast. Not sure how I missed it but I’m going to try to remedy that and throw a few oysters in for good measure since, in less than a week, it’ll be a month with an “R” in it! But I am definitely not saying, “Where did my summer go?” Instead, I am looking around saying, “I can’t wait to have some time to catch up on all the neglected projects”.
And since I am about to go into full tilt nesting mode, I’m pretty sure it’s going to be a productive and happy fall for me too. I suspect every season of life is better than the preceding one. And instead of that old feeling of angst and anger for what I didn’t have happen, I am sporting an attitude of gratitude for all the wonderful blessings this season bestowed upon me. Old and new friends as well as old and new family. Happy Augusts’ End and Autumn’s beginning.