Friday, October 30, 2009
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
|kitchen door, inside|
|What's good for the inside is|
good for the outside!
|First coat, waiting for paint to dry.|
|Might as well move on to the front door.|
|The kitchen door, after.|
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Friday, October 16, 2009
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Now for some of the random chairs that grace our home:
I knew a bit about this chair but asked my dad to give me the details: "That chair came from your grandfather’s (Olin Minick) country store located at Gary’s Lane, SC. It was on the highway between Clinton and Newberry. You have been in the store but I am sure you do not remember it (Oh yes, I do. I was allowed to get candy there!). It was a very small country store, not much larger than our living room, and it is where I asked your Mama’s daddy if it would be all right for me to marry his daughter. Mama’s brother Steve worked there and so did Meadors (another brother) on a part time basis. He had a full-time job at the Ford dealer in Clinton where I worked while going to PC. There were several chairs like it that were positioned near the pot bellied stove where local country yokels would sit and visit. The legs on all the chairs were very short because they had been worn off from being slid around on the concrete floor of the store. Mama had the chair refinished and cane bottoms replace at a place in Augusta where disabled people were trained and employed."
Here's what my daddy says about this one: "That rocker was at 516 (Manford Drive - my grandparents' home - but we always called it 516, as in "get in the car, we're going to 516") probably from the the date they moved to Atlanta around 1930. I was three when we moved from East Point (my great-grandmother's home) and Mother rocked me in it until my legs hit the floor. It was probably used for rocking Betty and LeMargaret (my aunts who were older than my dad) before moving to Atlanta." In other words, this chair has been in the family a LONG time. As a child, it was my favorite in my grandparents' den; now I am blessed to have it in our living room.
Ah, the Coleman Chair! E.W.'s grandfather Hammack had three sisters who lived in (guess it?) Coleman. When their estate was settled, my mother-in-law gave this chair to us. It's my favorite spot in the living room, my go-to chair.
The next one is my high chair. Both of my children (as well as nieces, nephews, and numerous neighborhood kids) have used it as well. It's seen lots of messes and giggles and it's not finished yet! Happily, the most recent occupant is Ellie, our granddaughter.
My childhood rocker - it was red back then but when I was in high school I painted it yellow and 'antiqued' it and it's sported that look ever since. Oh, and the baby in the chair? That's Dara; Santa brought her to me when I was nine.
When my parents married, their kitchen table and chairs were WWII surplus left behind at PC. Until I was a teenager, this is what we used...and they are still going strong!
My grandmother, Kate, was a DIYer WAY ahead of her time. She painted this chair (and two or two hundred other pieces of furniture).Mother gave it to us as a rickety old black chair and Mama refinished it."
Speaking of my Granddaddy, I've been told this was his high chair. I'm sure others used it, as he was one of thirteen children. Not sure how I was fortunate enough to end up with it, but thrilled I did!
Guess this one is the newest of the lot - got it when I retired from teaching last year - not that I've had time to sit on the porch and rock, but just to know I could...
Now you know about my crazy (or one of my crazies, anyway). To see a whole Wednesday full of crazy, jump over to Hillary's!
Friday, October 9, 2009
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Saturday, October 3, 2009
Saturday morning dawned sunny and crisp; perfect football weather. After a quick breakfast and preview of the stadium, we were off to the tailgate, our best one of the season. We were joined by scads of friends and family, which made the day spectacular. It was a special treat to see Rose Watkins Morris and her family; Rose is one of my sorority sisters from way back when and is responsible for Jay and Kate meeting each other. Another plus: Ellie made it all the way to game time without a nap or a meltdown (even with the pressure to be the cutest thing at a tailgate, ever!).