Guy Clothes

Yes even guys need a few new clothes once in a while.  My husband plans on filling in with a few basics from the post Fathers Day sale at Brooks Brothers.  Here is the loot he brought home from Boston today.Yes he likes blue.  And Brooks Brothers means  classic starchy – even stogy.  So what!

Newbury Street is Boston’s premiere shopping street.

When my guy shops he wants to head pronto to the store.  These are ‘snap on the run’ pictures –

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Bovines too

So we really went to the Farmer’s Museum in Cooperstown to see lambs & sheep before heading to lunch in town, but there was this darling little Brown Swiss calf.  With brown eyes like her’s how could you not love Corabel, or was it Corabella?

I know oxen can not compare to the little sweetheart above but this pair in an upper pasture did make a nice picture.

Little Lambs, Lambs, & Sheep

The Farmers’ Museum
PO Box 30 / 5775 State Hwy 80 (Lake Road)
Cooperstown, NY 13326
Phone:  607.547.1450
Toll free:  888.547.1450
Recorded information: 607.547.1500

Back to the Old Farmstead

Yesterday I went to visit my Mom.  At 79 she is still living in a house looking out at the fields and outbuildings of the old hilltop farm she moved to when she married my Dad.   The place was my grandfather’s before them.  He too brought my grandmother there as a bride.

When I was born times were tough but my birth certificate says I am a farmer’s daughter.  By the time my brother was born, four years later, Dad is listed as a laborer.  The 1960s had brought regulations that these small farms could not support adopting.   The farm land remained but selling cream from a small herd of cows to a creamery had come to an end.  Dad worked by the day for others when asked.  He brought in some more money selling his hay, or lumber when the lower pastures turned to forest.   It was a time when this area was also flooded with “back to the landers.”   Passer-bys who admired the setting made offers on the farm but my Dad held on as best he could.  Dad died in October a few years back when fall foliage was at its peak for his funeral & burial.  Now I watch my Mom continuing to scrape by & hold on in hopes my sister & her children can inherit.  But the cost of owning a place like this is more each year and all the building show their age.  Land does not remain picturesque farmland without being worked, and I can not believe that my nephews will be able to do so.  My niece loves the farm too but she is already a social worker without the time or physical strength for working the land.

I have been told my great-grandfather actually inherited a farm on the other side of the town but he and another farmer traded land & houses.  Part of the land from that other farm became the town cemetery.   My Dad even held the part-time position of  sexton for this cemetery for a few years.  My great-grand parents are resting in the back rows of a rather old section but my grandparents, my grandmother’s older spinster sister, a son who died far too young  & my Dad have been buried in front row plots.  One space remains for my Mom.

Where my siblings & I will come to rest when we leave this world who knows.  But it will not be adjacent to the two generations that rest side by side.

I love the details of the native marble stones erected in the 1st half of the 20th century for my ancestors. 

Nothing elaborate (like in the communities where immigrants from Italy came to work in the stone quarries) but speaking of an era we will not see again.

My Mom and niece decided on a stone bench after my Dad was buried.   I believe, in spite of living in a region with our own marble & granite, the stone is from Asia & craving is now done through some computerization that can take a photo and adapt lines for laser etching.

I guess it suits the 21st century, but it does not make me react the same way  as the older stones.    

Back to the Blog

So I had a great trip to England at the end of April & into the first week of May. The photos are out of the camera and on my computer but I have yet to edit for printing or placing here. I’ll get there…maybe before Christmas.

Back home I had a week to do laundry, a week to catch up with friends, a week to face the fact I ought to plant my annual pansy bed & get some veggies into the ground for the short growing season. And zippy zoom it is June. Oh my!

But I’m back today with a “hodge podge” of photos:

The self seeded German Camomile is doing well. Veggie plants in the ground. Baked a cake. Entrance way plot planted with orange pansies & snaps, but the giant hosta is going cover them soon. Left over orange posies made a fine planter. And the lupines are looking good, even if some bend over due to a heavy rain. OK my comments & the photos don’t line up perfectly but your capable of figuring which is what.