Sunday, February 12, 1939
43rd Day–322 Days to Follow
We all went to church and S.S. Had a Lincoln Day service. Grace Stewart gave a poem at S.S. Telford gave the origin of Valentine. Several new couples were at church. Grace, Stanley, Dale & Ruth came home with us from church.
We had Rooster & Jam Cake, Avocado salad. Dale & Mary went to Wesley Foundation at Tempe. Graves & We (?) played Charlie McCarthy at Stewarts. Ruth spent the night here.
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Sunday, February 12, 2012
Today I continued sorting through the last few untouched cabinets. I found an unopened drawer under the old drop-leaf table where Grandma K kept her oldest cookbooks. So many things around this house come from the time of my great-grandmother’s diary, though they must have been passed down a generation before finding a home here. One of them, The American Woman’s Cook Book, was published in 1939. I’m inspired to go through them and try to make some of the recipes, though I think I’ll pass on those containing chipped beef…
I made a list of pieces of furniture that I’d like to see hang around after the estate sale, since this place (hopefully) will be quite empty come April. The old hi-fi has been repurposed as our tv/dvd/modem/router stand, but I cleared off the top door and plugged it into the industrial-sized power strip. I opened the top, pulled on the knob and saw the lights blink on as the speakers popped to life. In the one-sided cabinet below I found some fantastic old lp albums, and decided to check out the needle with “Xavier Cugat Plays the Music of Ernesto Lecuona.” Even with only one functioning speaker, the music was rich and soulful, and led to the odd sense of nostalgia I was feeling; nostalgia for a time decades before I was born.
I continued browsing through the records and found a copy of Nelson Eddy & Jeanette MacDonald’s Sweethearts, which threw me off-guard. It’s funny how many things seem to have been picked up and placed here from my own family. I guess it’s just popular culture asserting its influence, even from 70 years ago. I think tomorrow I’ll peel the shrink wrap off the album and see what this Sweethearts phenomenon was all about.
I had a visit from J’s sister, her husband and their four kiddos in the early evening. I gave them each Valentine cookies with their names on them, and their oldest daughter decided the baby didn’t want the rest of hers, so she finished it off. Not surprisingly, she later said she wasn’t hungry when it was time for them to go home to dinner & bed, the little scamp.
Blackie the cat was back around this evening, as well as Fatty Paws this afternoon. I wonder how much longer Blackie will last, but she still has the ability to spook people. I hear Grandpa K had a particular fondness for her, and there are a few scattered dishes outside all labeled “Blackie K.” Four of the seven “stray” cats want in the house so badly, but are forced to stay outside due to family allergies. I think of how much I miss my cat, back home with my parents, and how I get Rufus update texts from my mom every now and then. In another time they all could have been farm cats, employed to keep down the pest population. Now I often think of them as tools to lower blood pressure…my my, how far we’ve come.