Monthly Archives: August 2018

Grandaddy’s Love; Little Girl’s Treasure

There’s a wonderful little vintage shop, creatively named “Vintage Potential”, in our town. The owner frequently posts, on the shop’s Facebook page, pictures of items for sale.  Followers can comment ‘sold’ to claim the item, then arrange payment and pick-up.

Yesterday, I happened to see an item on Facebook just a few minutes after it was posted. I didn’t comment ‘sold’, because I wanted to actually see it in person first.  I did, however, hurry on down town to have a look.

And….I bought it. Later, Motor Man, Marshall and I went to bring it home.

This tiny child’s dresser, made of pine, is only 39 inches tall.

The inside of the top left drawer is made from the wood of an old raisin box.

And, although this little dresser is adorable, I think what may have “sold” me on it is the note attached to the back.
Made by Robert Reynolds for his granddaughter, Angela Reynolds, Georgetown, D.C. 1925.
Refinished by Warren (?) for his wife, the same Angela, Paris, Va. 1989

One of my first thoughts when I saw the date it was made was that my Mom’s youngest sister, Sarah, was born in 1925, while the family lived in Bacon’s Castle.

Then I happened to think: was Angela the first grandchild of Robert Reynolds? His first granddaughter? Just imagine the love he put into crafting this tiny piece of furniture for her.

As I often do when I purchase (or even see) an item in an antique shop, I wonder if Angela had no descendants to fall heir to this family treasure.

Rest easy, Angela, Robert and Warren. This beautiful little dresser, made with love by Grandaddy, loved by his granddaughter and, then, years later, refinished with love by her husband, now has a home. And, once again, it is loved.

~These Days Of Mine~

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It’s Off To “Work” I Go

Yesterday, as I do nearly every day, I went to our shop and took lunch to Motor Man.

After lunch, I did some office work, and Motor Man went out in the shop to his assembly room. A short time later, I went out to talk with him, just as he was starting to put the push rods in an engine.

Those long black things are push rods.

As he was putting one in place, it fell down into the “valley” of the engine block. In the picture below, the yellow arrow points to the hole that it fell through (where the guide plate is). But, when it fell, instead of being “vertical”, it was in a horizontal position. We used a magnetic wand to reach it, but there was no way it was going to come back out the same way it fell in.

So, the two of us worked to get it down to the end where the green arrow is pointing (that’s the opening for the distributor).  But, Motor Man had to use a huge screwdriver and pliers and bend the rod to get it out, damaging it in the process.

Since I rarely work out in the shop, he had to document this monumental event with a photo.

He texted the picture to Marshall as well as a couple of our racing friends/customers.  Their replies were interesting:

Racer #1: “Motor Woman in training?”

Racer #2 “Ha-ha, a good woman right there, Bud.”

And my son, Marshall, (the comedian): “The boss is finally doing some work?”

Yeah, I think, in the future, I’ll just stick with office “work” and leave the shop work to Motor Man. After all, he laughed when I asked if he had a shop apron I could wear.

~These Days Of Mine~

 

 

 

 

Sunday Supper

During my childhood (and beyond), the mid-day meal was known as “dinner”, and the evening meal was “supper”. Through the years, they’ve become “lunch” and “dinner” respectively. And I suppose those terms do sound a bit more sophisticated, but the word “supper” brings back many fond memories for me.

Last night, Motor Man alerted me to the fact that we had “supper” guests. You may have to study this picture closely: there’s a lot going on here. (I apologize for the reflections. I snapped this through our bedroom window.)  In it, Mama deer has been caught dining on my liriope. And did you see baby deer in the lower right corner of the picture, learning from her example?

Earlier in the day, I noticed the liriope and wondered how it had survived this long. Foolishly, I assumed it was safe tucked away in that forest of celosia.

Yes, you’re busted, Missy. But you’re also beautiful.

And as for your little one, who one day will “grow into” those ears….

Well, what can I say?

Thanks for stopping by for Sunday supper.

~These Days Of Mine~

 

 

 

 

More Sybil

You may recall previous posts about Marshall’s newest kitty, Sybil.  He has reason to believe that Sybil is daughter to his cat, Screamer, and that her dad brought her there to live with them.

Today, I’m sharing some recent pictures Marshall sent of that cutie.

To use a modern expression: “presh”.

Testing Dad’s patience?

You have to wonder what’s going on in this picture. Maybe Sybil wanted to pounce on Dad’s paw, but was thinking twice about it.

Sweet Sybil, purrhaps we need to learn a more ladylike resting position:

But whatever you find comfy.

Hope your weekend finds you as relaxed as Sybil.

~These Days Of Mine~

 

“Camera Hog”

The idea for this post came about a couple of weeks ago as a result of the final picture in today’s post.  I didn’t realize just how many folks, over the past few years, have taken pictures of me taking pictures.

This would be a good time to explain how I have come to take so many photos. “Way back in 2000, Motor Man and I were planning a trip to California. At the time, we had a tiny digital camera. He wanted to upgrade for something nicer before our trip. While we were at the store, looking at different models, he asked which one I liked. I made the comment that it should be his choice, because I wasn’t going to “lug around” a big camera like that….

(clearing my throat) ….Those are words that I have “eaten” many, many, many times since then.  In the years since, Motor Man has told everyone that he’s not allowed to touch our camera. (Not true….)

So today, I thought it would be fun to share photos that have been taken of me using OUR camera…not mine: OURS.

This first one was taken by our friend, Bev, in January of 2012. She and her husband had taken Motor Man and me to Corolla to see the horses. This trip, basically, began our obsession with visiting that area.

During the summer of 2012, after purchasing our 4-wheel-drive Jeep, Motor Man and I took our former neighbor, Susie, to Corolla to see the horses, and she took this picture. We later sold the Jeep (and now have a Tahoe), but that Jeep was fun, and I love this picture: the beach, the sunrise, and Motor Man waiting patiently for us.

This colorful shot was taken by my friend, Donna, at sunrise in the Outer Banks, in July, 2015.

This next picture was taken by our friend, Pam, in September, 2016. It was also at Corolla (do you see a theme here?). Motor Man and I were giving her and her husband a tour of the area, and I was, of course, taking pictures of “my” horses.

Motor Man took this with his cell phone of me at an outdoor concert we attended in August, 2016.

And, finally, the inspiration for this post.  Recently, around the time of sunset, we were crossing a little bridge near our house. Motor Man dropped me off, so I could take a picture (imagine that). After crossing the bridge, he turned around and came back for me. There’s a tiny, waterfront restaurant near the bridge, and our friends, Terry and Sindee, just happened to be there at the time having dinner.  On the lower right, the sunset is reflected in the water.

I suppose all these pictures just reinforce what Motor Man has said all these years.

My name is Dianna, and I AM a camera hog.

~These Days Of Mine~

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Another Adventure

You may have guessed by the blogging break I took last week that Motor Man and I were away on a trip.

Once again, we visited Animal Adventure Park (AAP) in Harpursville, NY, home to the world famous giraffe, April.  Our first time meeting April was last summer, and I really didn’t have any thoughts of returning. But, I’m a member of a Facebook group whose common interest is all things AAP, and especially their beautiful giraffe family. The group planned a visit to the park last week, and Motor Man and I wanted to join them. There were around 225 of us, including some from Canada, England, Australia and all over the United States.

AAP is located in Broome County, which was experiencing torrential rains while we were there. One evening while we were at dinner, cell phones began sounding an emergency flash flood alert.  Thankfully, the Park isn’t in an area subject to flooding.

So, you may recall that April gave birth last year (in April) to a son, Tajiri. He’s not a little boy any longer. Here I am with the “guys”: Dad, Oliver, on the left, and Taj on the right. You just don’t realize how tall giraffes really are until you’re in a building with them; keep in mind that, in this picture, both of them have their heads bent down (waiting for carrots).

And our sweet girl, April…

…who is VERY sneaky about grabbing an entire handful of carrots.

And a kiss from Taj.  (Well, okay, he WAS just looking for carrots, but I can pretend that it was a kiss…)

The owner of the park, Jordan Patch, is an amazing young man, who has time for EVERYONE. I can’t imagine how many photos he’s been in since April brought such fame to AAP. And he’s smiling in every one of them.

Our visit included a Meet and Greet with others in the group the first evening, then a day at the park. If I tried to name all the species of animals there, I would surely miss many of them. But, just for a few (in addition to the giraffes): kangaroo, water buffalo, alligators, llama, caribou, African lions, sloth, zebra, lynx, wolves, bears, bison, camel, tortoise, porcupine, exotic birds, domestic farm animals….  All very well taken care of and loved by the staff.

This was one of my favorite non-giraffe pictures of the day: a squirrel monkey attempting to pick flowers from just outside his enclosure.

“Visit Binghamton” was live as the Park opened that morning, and Motor Man and I have a brief appearance and actually put in a plug for Virginia. “Our part” starts just a little after the 6 minute mark if you’d like to fast forward:

 

Dinner that night was in a pavilion tent at a beautiful venue, Traditions At The Glen. We had a wonderful time, but it POURED rain while we were there.

Motor Man and I (and probably hundreds of others) had a picture with Jordan.

The rain had, thankfully, subsided somewhat before time to leave.

It was a very quick trip, but another wonderful experience. We definitely would recommend Animal Adventure Park to anyone. It’s a beautiful, clean facility with an incredibly friendly staff.

I’m so glad Jordan decided to put up that tiny web-cam last year to document April’s pregnancy. I never thought much about giraffes before that; now I think they’re fascinating. And because of that web-cam, hundreds of us became acquainted online and now many of us have met in person.

Oh, and in case you haven’t heard…..April is expecting again: due next spring.

Another road trip, Motor Man!

~These Days Of Mine~

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Love In A Sunflower Field

Our little town is quite an interesting and fun place to live. During the summer, there are weekly Farmers Markets, Friday night concerts, monthly Pickers Markets, not to mention special events throughout the year.

This summer, something new was added to a field near our local park. A farmer, rather than planting the usual crops there that would require the spraying of chemicals, planted a huge spread of sunflowers, his late mother’s favorite flower.

It’s impossible to capture the entire field, but just imagine sunflowers as far as the eye can see.

It has become a very popular attraction. I can’t imagine how many photos have been taken. Folks park along the off-the-beaten-path street and walk the short distance to become lost in sunflowers.

For some reason, my mom never really cared for them, but they’ve recently become one of my favorites. Sadly, deer love them, too, so growing them in our yard is a challenge nearly impossible.

Earlier this week, Motor Man and I took the camera and our handy tripod, and joined the many folks to have had their picture taken there.

This is the pose you get when you have to run through sunflower stalks to beat the timer on the camera. (Yes, I have a remote shutter, but have never taken the time to learn how to use it.)

We took lots of shots, but this was my favorite.

“I love you more than all the bees in a sunflower field.”  (unknown)

* Next week, I’m taking a blogging break: my next post is planned for August 20.

~These Days Of  Mine~