Words and pictures from the author of And the Crows Took Their Eyes as well as the Elizabeth Goodweather Appalachian Mysteries . . .
Saturday, February 28, 2015
Friday, February 27, 2015
Thursday, February 26, 2015
Weather Event . . .
A good time to stay in and write . . . or (groan) get the tax stuff sorted.
In the immortal words of the Beatles:
Let me tell you how it will be
There's one for you, nineteen for me
Cause I'm the taxman, yeah, I'm the taxman
Should five percent appear too small
Be thankful I don't take it all
Cause I'm the taxman, yeah, I'm the taxman
If you drive a car, I'll tax the street
If you try to sit, I'll tax your seat
If you get too cold, I'll tax the heat,
If you take a walk, I'll tax your feet.
Don't ask me what I want it for
If you don't want to pay some more
Cause I'm the taxman, yeah, I'm the taxman
Now my advice for those who die
Declare the pennies on your eyes
Cause I'm the taxman, yeah the taxman
And you're working for no one but me.
Exit humming . . .
Wednesday, February 25, 2015
Down the Rabbit Hole with Mr. Google
We awoke to more snow and bad roads. My day rapidly became limited to taking/letting dogs in and out . . . Bob adores the snow and went off leash with John down to the chicken house and down to the lower place.
But I'm in a hurry to get back to my writing and researching --
good old Mr. Google has so many answers.
A remark by Mario on Facebook, in response to my post about Civil War photographers, about the discarded glass plate negatives being used to make greenhouses gave me an idea for a scene set some years after the war so off I went in search of more information.
.
said the following:
" Each photo left a
negative plate, I mean a plate of glass like 8in x 10in. The question is what
happen to these photo negative glass plates?
If you go to a greenhouse built in the years
following the civil war to 1900, you will find them. They were used as the
glass the made up the greenhouse. The sun has faded most of the images away but
if you go in the dark corners of these greenhouse, you will still see images on
them from the civil war...."
But then some questions were raised as to whether this is factual. Evidently many of these glass negatives survive in collections.
Wikipedia had more on the subject:
Evidently nothing is proven. But I'm writing fiction and it's such a lovely image, I'll probably use it -- perhaps not a whole green house, maybe just a bay window for house plants. And the wife of the disgraced Colonel will tend her indoor garden under the fading gaze of Confederate and Union soldiers. . .
But what house plans would she tend? Mr. Google to the rescue!
Ferns, evidently, abutilon, citrus, palms, and aspidistra would have been popular.
Ooh, I think I see how to use this . . . thanks, Mr. Google!
Tuesday, February 24, 2015
Monday, February 23, 2015
Remembering . . .
Yesterday was the memorial service for our friend Libby . . .
Many moving and beautiful words were said in tribute to this amazing woman who
touched so many lives . . .
It was one of those occasions when people who'd not seen each other for many years tried to figure out just who that white haired woman or elderly man was . .
Some of us have, like Libby and her husband, been here for forty years or more . . .
Long enough to see children grow up, move away, move back, marry, have children . . . long enough for a few of those children to have children . . . at least one of us early back-to the-landers is a great grandmother . . .
It was a fine gathering of community --
and a fine tribute to a woman who did so much for and meant so much to the community.
It was, however, a little unsettling to overhear someone saying to a friend,
"See you next time."
Yikes!
That's what I call a "Send not to know for whom the bell tolls . . ." kind of moment. . .
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