Showing posts with label friends. Show all posts
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Tuesday, August 23, 2011

ghosts of the past

When I arrived in Williamsburg this past weekend, one of the first things out of Maria's mouth was "we're taking the ghost tour!"  How could I say no?  To be honest, I figured it would be fun to walk around at night and listen to spooky stories - and it was.

Not having been to the colonial settlement since my childhood days, I have no idea what the place looks like in the daylight.  However, at night it is beautiful.  The darkness, broken only by the candle of the tour guide and pools of light from the street lanterns somehow seemed to usher us back to when the little town was inhabited and alive. 


Of course, night-time photography (I hate using a flash) makes for more "ghostly" photos.  They are pretty in their own right and sort of show the mood that was sort of in the air.  

While I enjoy a good ghost story, I didn't personally see any apparitions or suddenly feel cold.  Others in the crowd who claim to have photographed an "orb" may want to check the flash on their cameras... 

However, whether or not I believe the original inhabitants of the settlement have truly left, I most certainly feel that places have... moods.  Or perhaps more appropriately, impressions left by those who have lived and loved there.  It wasn't a far stretch of the imagination to hear long-dead oxen clopping down the street or to see a shadow in a window.  Perhaps the people who actually still live in some of the historic houses still feel some remnants of the founders?


It helped that our tour guide was a fantastic story teller.  She had everyone mesmerized with her accounts of ghostly boys playing in the yards or husbands waiting for their wives to join them beyond the grave.  
The group of little ones who were with us were enthralled (and a little scared).  I think they would have sat there all night and listened to the stories by candlelight; computers and television forgotten for an evening.

 

We returned to our campsite that night with a tired little boy and a familiar feeling for the little square of brick buildings.  I certainly want to return during daylight hours and see it all, but this experience sparked my interest in a way that it hadn't been before.  Well worth $10 and a few hours of time. 

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

one huge squash and a lot of bread!

Monday morning my editor walked into the office and asked me:

"Do you know how to make zucchini bread?"

"Sure do," I replied.

"Here," she said.

And handed me this:


She had it tucked under her arm like a club.


Seriously THE BIGGEST ZUCCHINI I HAVE EVER SEEN. She said she had gotten it from a friend who just forgot to pick the ones in her garden and was not desperate to get rid of the massive amount of squash she had growing out back.


That sucker weighed in at 5 lbs. I had to take a photo just so you would believe it! I think it could have won a prize in a state fair somewhere.


But for now we'll just have to make do with zucchini bread! I'm guesstimating there is enough of the vegetable to make at least 6 loaves of bread. This morning there was one loaf sitting on Judith's desk when she walked in and another sliced up for office morning coffee in the kitchen. And lots of jokes.

Monday, May 2, 2011

pickle paradise

This weekend, the long-awaited, much-anticipated pickle party happened. One of Esther's (thankfully diminishing) list of DIY projects for her upcoming wedding was to pickle a bunch of stuff for folks to nosh on through the day leading up to the wedding.

Neither of us had ever pickled before, but thankfully there were two other helpers who showed early in the process and the internet is a wonderful thing. It was much easier than either of us had expected. Ok, well easier than I had expected anyhow. The hard part is going to be letting them sit for the next two(ish) weeks and allowing that pickling process to take full effect.

I'm actually thinking I might have to do some pickling myself this summer...

Thursday, March 24, 2011

GTMO BFF


"My favorite memories of GTMO involve coffee, wine, pizza roles and you. :-) Happy Wednesday."

Last night I got this text on my phone from my roomie in GTMO. When Maria moved into the adjacent "room" (more like space in the in hooch we inhabited) I was worried. She outranked me, she was Navy and we were going to work together. We ended up the best of friends and every morning we'd open the doors to the bathroom that separated our "rooms" and share a pot of coffee. Every night we'd sit on the boardwalk outside with one of those gallon jugs of cheap Sangria and a bunch of pizza rolls.

Her text message last night made my whole day!