My Omi (German grandmother), her mother, and her mother’s mother all used these kitchen implements, which survived two world wars, several economic depressions, dictatorships, and the women who used them. Thank you to all the grandmothers who kept the hearth and gestated dreams of better lives for future generations.
A few years ago while looking to downsize from our large family homestead, I fell in love with a great 1970s era neighborhood in south Oklahoma City. First one deal, then another, fell through, but all along, one house in particular stood out, a large stone and stucco wreck that had been vacant for over a decade. But... It had great bones. /// I bought it as is, in spite of the indoor water features (read: numerous roof leaks) and mushrooms growing in the eaves. A prior owner had even filled the plumbing with concrete in a fit of pique when the bank repossessed it. /// But I bought it, and with the help of a wonderful contractor friend, we improved and restored it. /// About midway through the restoration, an older neighbor and treasurer of our HOA stopped by to introduce himself and visit. He asked if I knew the history of the house, and I admitted that I didn’t, even though I could read the public record of ownership. He told me that Oklahoma icon and the Queen of Rockabilly, Wanda Jackson, had owned the house when the original neighborhood was built. They had bought it in her husband’s name to preserve her privacy. /// I was wowed with the kismet of being a musical household (because @theannieoakley) and living in a house owned by such an amazing woman. I also learned that Elvis had visited here during his last tour to OKC, and that my dad had known and danced with Wanda Jackson many a time during his youth. /// Ever since then, I’ve felt that some kind of commemorative plaque or bit of iconography should honor this place. I’ve also hoped to meet Wanda Jackson, who still lives in the neighborhood and drives right by regularly. /// Well, today my hopes of recognizing Wanda’s legacy were fulfilled: At our friend’s holiday craft fair I noticed that the similarly amazing @cartersampson Queen of Oklahoma, had honored the Queen of Rockabilly by crafting the most perfect, kitschy tabernacle that fits just so in my entry hall adorned with icons from around the world and various religions, including the religion of Music. /// My grandma used to say that “good things come to those who wait,” and she was right. ❤️🎶🎸
Thanks for the quote. I like Walt Whitman. I have been thinking about writing a blog post on his poetry.
I don’t know; I didn’t know there was an International Bloggers. :o)
Great minds, and all that. I really like the quote. Go forth in the bold day… sometimes it seems Go bold forth in the day, for me.
Isn’t that the International Bloggers’ Motto?