Kitchen Gypsy
i
fold and bend my curls
Beneath a
red bandana
Anticipating the
sensuous luxury
of texture
beneath my fingers
As I
massage squeeze stroke
the herbs and the cream
into meat vegetables fruits
Dice chop sliver
my purpose
Alleviating
sexual energy
Channeled safely
into the mouth
of others.
Sunday, August 14, 2005
Wednesday, August 10, 2005
here it is~~22...not stellar, but it worked...no time to go explore and cover something fun...
Social Column 22
The first time my former mother-in-law came to visit, I scurried about cleaning like mad. My husband walked in the door from work and looked around at the mess in astonishment..."What in God's name happened here?". "Deep Cleaning, you're Mother's coming, it's a female thing." I frantically replied. I wondered if the town of Berlin would go through something similar to prepare for Governor Robert L. Ehrlich, Jr.'s visit on August 19th, to honor Berlin's designation as an arts and entertainment district. I moseyed downtown to ask local shopkeepers what they were doing special for his visit.
First stop, tiny Patricia's Bakery. Many a Sunday morning I have stopped in for her moist apple bread. " The Governor's coming?," She exclaimed in her lilting Italian accent. " I will just make sure I have more of everything." It only took me 30 steps from the entrance to reach the cash register, but the place makes up in taste for what it lacks in size. (Try her giant éclairs, and Rosemary Bread...both are to die for.)
Next stop, my friends Peggy and Les Katona at The Main Street Gift Gallery. " He wouldn't be treated any different then we treat our other customer's." Peggy said, thoughtfully. " However, we will have artists on hand, demo-ing various visual and performing arts." I believe her, too, because there is a warm coziness that engulfs me every time I walk in. The Katona's have come up with some really creative plans to encourage the arts in Berlin, but I'm not telling til they are ready to go public. (The second I get the word, you will be the first to know!).
I have been meaning to go the Lavender & Old Lace antique store since it opened two months ago. Owners Janice and Dennis Johannsen moved to Berlin 8 years ago, and say simply, "We love Berlin." Procurers and collectors of "Moon and Stars" glassware, and many fine Victorian antiques, the couple encourage customer's to browse, or even sit for a chat in one of the store's comfy Victorian chairs. A special hello to my friend Frances Blank, owner of Berlin's first antique store. At 91, she often stops by to visit with Janice and Dennis on her walks downtown.
I asked The Treasure Chest what they were doing for the Governor's visit. I am no different from any other woman...I love beautiful jewelry, and The Treasure Chest has a gorgeous selection of precious gems in distinctive settings. The Treasure Chest has been a family run business for 28 years, and current owner Terri Sexton said " It will just be business as usual- our town has so much to offer, we are proud of it just as it is."
I was puzzled as I walked over to The Atlantic Hotel, where the governor is purported to speak. Where was the frantic "spiffing up?" The marching band, or at least a fiddle or two?? THEY didn't have anything firmly in place for his visit, either.
Sorry, Governor Ehrlich. What you see is what you will get....along with the dose of good old-fashioned warmth and courtesy that is extended to everybody. See you next week!
Social Column 22
The first time my former mother-in-law came to visit, I scurried about cleaning like mad. My husband walked in the door from work and looked around at the mess in astonishment..."What in God's name happened here?". "Deep Cleaning, you're Mother's coming, it's a female thing." I frantically replied. I wondered if the town of Berlin would go through something similar to prepare for Governor Robert L. Ehrlich, Jr.'s visit on August 19th, to honor Berlin's designation as an arts and entertainment district. I moseyed downtown to ask local shopkeepers what they were doing special for his visit.
First stop, tiny Patricia's Bakery. Many a Sunday morning I have stopped in for her moist apple bread. " The Governor's coming?," She exclaimed in her lilting Italian accent. " I will just make sure I have more of everything." It only took me 30 steps from the entrance to reach the cash register, but the place makes up in taste for what it lacks in size. (Try her giant éclairs, and Rosemary Bread...both are to die for.)
Next stop, my friends Peggy and Les Katona at The Main Street Gift Gallery. " He wouldn't be treated any different then we treat our other customer's." Peggy said, thoughtfully. " However, we will have artists on hand, demo-ing various visual and performing arts." I believe her, too, because there is a warm coziness that engulfs me every time I walk in. The Katona's have come up with some really creative plans to encourage the arts in Berlin, but I'm not telling til they are ready to go public. (The second I get the word, you will be the first to know!).
I have been meaning to go the Lavender & Old Lace antique store since it opened two months ago. Owners Janice and Dennis Johannsen moved to Berlin 8 years ago, and say simply, "We love Berlin." Procurers and collectors of "Moon and Stars" glassware, and many fine Victorian antiques, the couple encourage customer's to browse, or even sit for a chat in one of the store's comfy Victorian chairs. A special hello to my friend Frances Blank, owner of Berlin's first antique store. At 91, she often stops by to visit with Janice and Dennis on her walks downtown.
I asked The Treasure Chest what they were doing for the Governor's visit. I am no different from any other woman...I love beautiful jewelry, and The Treasure Chest has a gorgeous selection of precious gems in distinctive settings. The Treasure Chest has been a family run business for 28 years, and current owner Terri Sexton said " It will just be business as usual- our town has so much to offer, we are proud of it just as it is."
I was puzzled as I walked over to The Atlantic Hotel, where the governor is purported to speak. Where was the frantic "spiffing up?" The marching band, or at least a fiddle or two?? THEY didn't have anything firmly in place for his visit, either.
Sorry, Governor Ehrlich. What you see is what you will get....along with the dose of good old-fashioned warmth and courtesy that is extended to everybody. See you next week!
Monday, August 01, 2005
this one i love~it made me feel passion as i wrote, made me pull my hair and pace, and that is all good.
Social Column 21
The brown brick building is plain, unassuming, and I almost missed it , but for the fountains surging around it. Wakeup, Delmarva. Up off our beach chairs and out of our jeans and t-shirts, because swank sophistication has arrived in our midst. What and where is this all about? It's The Fountains, in Salisbury, a wedding/event facility that opened on July 16th.
I talk to everybody, and find every human being I met a source of fascination. Thankfully, strangers and friends talk back, and that is how I met Ray Strawley, general manager for The Fountains. He invited me to tour the facility during the gala "Silver Swing", a celebration of Coastal Hospice at the Lake's 25th anniversary.
Greeted courteously by Charles Pryor at the door in his proper Penguin attire, I suddenly wished I wore my pearls and slicked back my hair, instead of flying through the door in my everyday black pants and corkscrew curls.
Holy Cow! The sheer luxury hit me like a ton of caviar flung from a silver spoon. No less than 12 chandeliers hung from the 21 foot ceilings in the main ballroom. Sage walls complemented the soft, scrolled carpet under my feet, and my eye was immediately caught by the exquisite Ice Sculptures that highlighted the buffet, crafted by Ray himself. Women floated by in long gowns, sparkling with jewels and scented with expensive perfumes. (Jean Nate, it was not.) Press people with slightly bored expressions and huge cameras talked to guests and snapped pictures, and I heard the words "Metropolitan Magazine" and "WCBS" floating around.
I wandered into the silent auction, and found myself mesmerized by a flowing chocolate fountain that even Willie Wonka would have coveted. A confirmed, unrepentant chocoholic, I confess it was I who seduced guests Clary Jackson and Helen Walsh into dipping the provided sticks into the fountain for a quick chocolate fix. Heaven!
If I ever, ever get married again, the reception will be here. Not because of the gourmet food, the impeccable service, the sophisticated ,subtle beauty of the place... It's the brides room that has me hooked. ..a little girl' s dream of cotton candy ruffles and pink chintz, done up Big Girl fashionin sultry champagne silk and bows. With no less than 8 vanity stations, it's the quintessence of all that's female and secretly ceremonial. Not to leave the guys out, the groom's room almost made me want to be a man. Deep, rich brown leather couches, a wide screen TV, and a full service bar, I could smell the sports and Havana’s as I entered the room.
They even have a mini-T.V. station, with the ability to broadcast your event on the internet, as well as record it for posterity.
Downstairs again, I met Sallie Klunk, wife of the piano player for Doc Scantlin and his Imperial Palms Orchestra, the featured entertainment for the night. If Doc Scantlin is here in Delmarva, you better get out your sequins and polish those spectator shoes. His mix of swing, comedy and big band is a hot-ticket pass into cosmopolitan A-list functions.
It might have been alot of glitz and glamour, but the spectacular setting was nothing next to the work The Coastal Hospice of the Lakes provides. My Dad died at age 44, after a long term illness, at the peak of his professional and personal life. I only wish that there was an organization then that could have eased his passing, and held the hand of his wife and children as he did. That is what this non-profit organization does, and expensive perfume and fun aside, they provide an invaluable service not only to those leaving this earth, but for the loved ones left mourning. They may be contacted at:(410) 742-8732, by the patient himself, or an involved friend, relative or clergyman.
I have the rest of the day off, and I am going crabbing. To me, the sea, the cornfields, and the hint of salt in the air, are the greatest luxury of all. See you next week!
Social Column 21
The brown brick building is plain, unassuming, and I almost missed it , but for the fountains surging around it. Wakeup, Delmarva. Up off our beach chairs and out of our jeans and t-shirts, because swank sophistication has arrived in our midst. What and where is this all about? It's The Fountains, in Salisbury, a wedding/event facility that opened on July 16th.
I talk to everybody, and find every human being I met a source of fascination. Thankfully, strangers and friends talk back, and that is how I met Ray Strawley, general manager for The Fountains. He invited me to tour the facility during the gala "Silver Swing", a celebration of Coastal Hospice at the Lake's 25th anniversary.
Greeted courteously by Charles Pryor at the door in his proper Penguin attire, I suddenly wished I wore my pearls and slicked back my hair, instead of flying through the door in my everyday black pants and corkscrew curls.
Holy Cow! The sheer luxury hit me like a ton of caviar flung from a silver spoon. No less than 12 chandeliers hung from the 21 foot ceilings in the main ballroom. Sage walls complemented the soft, scrolled carpet under my feet, and my eye was immediately caught by the exquisite Ice Sculptures that highlighted the buffet, crafted by Ray himself. Women floated by in long gowns, sparkling with jewels and scented with expensive perfumes. (Jean Nate, it was not.) Press people with slightly bored expressions and huge cameras talked to guests and snapped pictures, and I heard the words "Metropolitan Magazine" and "WCBS" floating around.
I wandered into the silent auction, and found myself mesmerized by a flowing chocolate fountain that even Willie Wonka would have coveted. A confirmed, unrepentant chocoholic, I confess it was I who seduced guests Clary Jackson and Helen Walsh into dipping the provided sticks into the fountain for a quick chocolate fix. Heaven!
If I ever, ever get married again, the reception will be here. Not because of the gourmet food, the impeccable service, the sophisticated ,subtle beauty of the place... It's the brides room that has me hooked. ..a little girl' s dream of cotton candy ruffles and pink chintz, done up Big Girl fashionin sultry champagne silk and bows. With no less than 8 vanity stations, it's the quintessence of all that's female and secretly ceremonial. Not to leave the guys out, the groom's room almost made me want to be a man. Deep, rich brown leather couches, a wide screen TV, and a full service bar, I could smell the sports and Havana’s as I entered the room.
They even have a mini-T.V. station, with the ability to broadcast your event on the internet, as well as record it for posterity.
Downstairs again, I met Sallie Klunk, wife of the piano player for Doc Scantlin and his Imperial Palms Orchestra, the featured entertainment for the night. If Doc Scantlin is here in Delmarva, you better get out your sequins and polish those spectator shoes. His mix of swing, comedy and big band is a hot-ticket pass into cosmopolitan A-list functions.
It might have been alot of glitz and glamour, but the spectacular setting was nothing next to the work The Coastal Hospice of the Lakes provides. My Dad died at age 44, after a long term illness, at the peak of his professional and personal life. I only wish that there was an organization then that could have eased his passing, and held the hand of his wife and children as he did. That is what this non-profit organization does, and expensive perfume and fun aside, they provide an invaluable service not only to those leaving this earth, but for the loved ones left mourning. They may be contacted at:(410) 742-8732, by the patient himself, or an involved friend, relative or clergyman.
I have the rest of the day off, and I am going crabbing. To me, the sea, the cornfields, and the hint of salt in the air, are the greatest luxury of all. See you next week!
Saturday, July 30, 2005
I really hated social column 20. It is like dry toast stuck in my throat. But, it is my child, after all, so after ignoring it's existance for a week, here it is~~Social Column 20
This week my travels took me to Snow Hill, and I found it fitting that the town's sign was nestled in a field of wildflowers. Snow Hill has three hundred years of history under it's belt, much of it directly related to the Pocomoke River, meandering next to it. In yesteryears, three-mastered schooners brought freight and passengers, followed by steamboats and barges. Today, it is a favored spot for boat and canoe travel. In the town proper, right next to the white drawbridge, you can rent canoes or kayaks from The Pocomoke River Canoe Company. For the less adventurous, there are two riverside parks, Sturgis Memorial and Byrd Park. Sturgis has a covered Pavilion, and once a month features Dancing Under the Stars, hosted by local service organizations. ( The next one is August 19th). You can also tour the river from Sturgis Park on The Miss Rai, a local riverboat.
Walking the historic downtown, with it's warm red brick buildings, I couldn't help but notice the emphasis on art in the community. Bishop's Stock, opened in 2003 by Worcester County natives Ann and Randy Coates, showcases and supports both established and emerging local artists in their Green Street Gallery. They also host "First Friday's" each month, from 5-8pm., to showcase featured artists and exhibits.
My hunch is that Snow Hill is going to blossom as a working artist's community, with many unique, creative businesses gracing it's lovely downtown. I ate lunch at one such place, The Courthouse Cafe. Decorated in a funky, upscale style, the food was just as different and delicious. Sadly, the owner is going on to other things, and the restaurant is "hanging up it's potholders" on July 29th. (Watch for a new restaurant opening in September.)
Snow Hill boasts over a hundred historically valuable homes. These places are gorgeous! I cheated, and drove Washington, Federal and Market streets, but I want to walk them in the fall, when it's not so hot. Grab the brochure titled "Historic Walking Tour" if you go, because it lists the history of over fifty of the homes you will see. Take the time to visit The Julia Purnell Museum, too. Located in a former church building, it was created in the 1940's by William Purnell honoring his mother who lived from 1843-1943. It is chockfull of articles dating from the Colonial Period to the late 19th century.
As I headed back home my eye was caught by a Gothic Revival style home that is now a B&B called The River House Inn. Innkeepers Susanne and Larry Knudsen allowed me to wander at will, and I was impressed. It is nestled along the river, with cottages as well as rooms in the antique decorated main house. I can't wait for the opportunity for a weekend getaway there.
Next week is the event that I am really looking forward to, though. August 6th brings The Blessing of the Combines in downtown Snow Hill. It will be an all day affair, with an antique tractor pull at 4:30 pm. I might not be politically correct, but I give a thumbs up to a town that openly blesses the tools of their livelihood, and I won't miss it. See you next week!
This week my travels took me to Snow Hill, and I found it fitting that the town's sign was nestled in a field of wildflowers. Snow Hill has three hundred years of history under it's belt, much of it directly related to the Pocomoke River, meandering next to it. In yesteryears, three-mastered schooners brought freight and passengers, followed by steamboats and barges. Today, it is a favored spot for boat and canoe travel. In the town proper, right next to the white drawbridge, you can rent canoes or kayaks from The Pocomoke River Canoe Company. For the less adventurous, there are two riverside parks, Sturgis Memorial and Byrd Park. Sturgis has a covered Pavilion, and once a month features Dancing Under the Stars, hosted by local service organizations. ( The next one is August 19th). You can also tour the river from Sturgis Park on The Miss Rai, a local riverboat.
Walking the historic downtown, with it's warm red brick buildings, I couldn't help but notice the emphasis on art in the community. Bishop's Stock, opened in 2003 by Worcester County natives Ann and Randy Coates, showcases and supports both established and emerging local artists in their Green Street Gallery. They also host "First Friday's" each month, from 5-8pm., to showcase featured artists and exhibits.
My hunch is that Snow Hill is going to blossom as a working artist's community, with many unique, creative businesses gracing it's lovely downtown. I ate lunch at one such place, The Courthouse Cafe. Decorated in a funky, upscale style, the food was just as different and delicious. Sadly, the owner is going on to other things, and the restaurant is "hanging up it's potholders" on July 29th. (Watch for a new restaurant opening in September.)
Snow Hill boasts over a hundred historically valuable homes. These places are gorgeous! I cheated, and drove Washington, Federal and Market streets, but I want to walk them in the fall, when it's not so hot. Grab the brochure titled "Historic Walking Tour" if you go, because it lists the history of over fifty of the homes you will see. Take the time to visit The Julia Purnell Museum, too. Located in a former church building, it was created in the 1940's by William Purnell honoring his mother who lived from 1843-1943. It is chockfull of articles dating from the Colonial Period to the late 19th century.
As I headed back home my eye was caught by a Gothic Revival style home that is now a B&B called The River House Inn. Innkeepers Susanne and Larry Knudsen allowed me to wander at will, and I was impressed. It is nestled along the river, with cottages as well as rooms in the antique decorated main house. I can't wait for the opportunity for a weekend getaway there.
Next week is the event that I am really looking forward to, though. August 6th brings The Blessing of the Combines in downtown Snow Hill. It will be an all day affair, with an antique tractor pull at 4:30 pm. I might not be politically correct, but I give a thumbs up to a town that openly blesses the tools of their livelihood, and I won't miss it. See you next week!
Monday, July 18, 2005
July 18th``
here is#19...Social Column 19
They say it's hell to grow old. I turned 50 today, and I don't think so.
I prefer to liken it to the contrast between living in a brand-new house in a raw sub-division, versus a charming Victorian with it's well-aged charm and established landscaping.
Sounds better then just getting "old" anyway. Thanks to my brother, George, who brought my 4 year old nephew, Sebastian down from New Jersey for the weekend, I had a chance to be "young" again. The party started late Friday night, with George and Sebastian coming from Jersey, and his best friend from college, Bob, coming from Virginia Beach. I knew a present awaited me. They pulled me outside, and there was a beautiful, hot-pink bicycle! ( I will never be able to discreetly be seen around town again.) I jumped aboard, and felt the years slip from me, as the wind kissed my face, and I pumped the pedals.
We spent Sunday doing something I spoke about in my last column~Crabbing! While George and Bob cast their manly poles in the water at Jane Island State Park, near Pokemoke City, Sebastian and I tied bits of soft-shelled crab to a string, and tummy down in the grass, waited to see what would happen. There they were! Fast-moving, claw grabbing, crabs, grasping the string and as startled as we were, as we flung them out of the water onto the bank. (We were too excited to use the net.) Note: You are supposed to use bits of chicken necks, but I forgot to pack them, and the soft shelled crab bait worked as well.) Jane Island offers camping, as well, and is a very cool place to go.
Today brought even more excitement to the Four and Older crowd. We spent the morning at Frontier Town, on Route 611 in West Ocean City. Take your kids there. Take YOURSELF there, when being a grownup seems like just too much work. Spend the whole day, and splash in the pool, watch a simulated Old West Gunfight, Ooh! La La! to the Can-Can Girls, and see an Indian Ceremonial Dance.
I rounded out my day with a visit to The Worcester County Arts Council, located in Berlin, Md., next to Sassafras Station. I have been urged to write about all the wonderful things The Council does for some time now, so I decided to take a peek and see what they offered for the small fry of the community. Turns out, there are all sorts of Summer Art Workshops. One I can highly recommend is being held July 25-29th, in Pokemoke, featuring Dawn Manyfeathers teaching Native American crafts. This workshop is geared for those in grades 3-7. Get those babies away from the TV and Playstation! The 12-17 year olds aren't left out in the heat, either. There is a photography workshop with Mike Gatty coming up August 9th-11th in Snow Hill. Costs for each are $25.00 per student, less then the cost for taking them out to McDonalds a couple of times. Call (410)-641-0809 for directions and more info.
I am so impressed with The Council that I cannot wait to do a full fledged column on it's mission, upcoming events, and on going services.
It's time to clothes-pin some cards on my spokes and take the pink party machine for a ride. Who knows? Maybe my 6oth will bring a pink Harley. See you next week!
here is#19...Social Column 19
They say it's hell to grow old. I turned 50 today, and I don't think so.
I prefer to liken it to the contrast between living in a brand-new house in a raw sub-division, versus a charming Victorian with it's well-aged charm and established landscaping.
Sounds better then just getting "old" anyway. Thanks to my brother, George, who brought my 4 year old nephew, Sebastian down from New Jersey for the weekend, I had a chance to be "young" again. The party started late Friday night, with George and Sebastian coming from Jersey, and his best friend from college, Bob, coming from Virginia Beach. I knew a present awaited me. They pulled me outside, and there was a beautiful, hot-pink bicycle! ( I will never be able to discreetly be seen around town again.) I jumped aboard, and felt the years slip from me, as the wind kissed my face, and I pumped the pedals.
We spent Sunday doing something I spoke about in my last column~Crabbing! While George and Bob cast their manly poles in the water at Jane Island State Park, near Pokemoke City, Sebastian and I tied bits of soft-shelled crab to a string, and tummy down in the grass, waited to see what would happen. There they were! Fast-moving, claw grabbing, crabs, grasping the string and as startled as we were, as we flung them out of the water onto the bank. (We were too excited to use the net.) Note: You are supposed to use bits of chicken necks, but I forgot to pack them, and the soft shelled crab bait worked as well.) Jane Island offers camping, as well, and is a very cool place to go.
Today brought even more excitement to the Four and Older crowd. We spent the morning at Frontier Town, on Route 611 in West Ocean City. Take your kids there. Take YOURSELF there, when being a grownup seems like just too much work. Spend the whole day, and splash in the pool, watch a simulated Old West Gunfight, Ooh! La La! to the Can-Can Girls, and see an Indian Ceremonial Dance.
I rounded out my day with a visit to The Worcester County Arts Council, located in Berlin, Md., next to Sassafras Station. I have been urged to write about all the wonderful things The Council does for some time now, so I decided to take a peek and see what they offered for the small fry of the community. Turns out, there are all sorts of Summer Art Workshops. One I can highly recommend is being held July 25-29th, in Pokemoke, featuring Dawn Manyfeathers teaching Native American crafts. This workshop is geared for those in grades 3-7. Get those babies away from the TV and Playstation! The 12-17 year olds aren't left out in the heat, either. There is a photography workshop with Mike Gatty coming up August 9th-11th in Snow Hill. Costs for each are $25.00 per student, less then the cost for taking them out to McDonalds a couple of times. Call (410)-641-0809 for directions and more info.
I am so impressed with The Council that I cannot wait to do a full fledged column on it's mission, upcoming events, and on going services.
It's time to clothes-pin some cards on my spokes and take the pink party machine for a ride. Who knows? Maybe my 6oth will bring a pink Harley. See you next week!
Tuesday, July 12, 2005
here it is...happSocial Column 18
I wonder what downtown Berlin looked like 20 years ago. I picture it being sleepy, with " for rent " signs in empty storefronts, and a big roughshod eyesore called The Atlantic Hotel as it's focal point.
I could be wrong, of course. Perhaps before the advent of Wal-Mart and the businesses that have sprung up on Route 50 it was a quietly bustling
community. I do know one thing for sure; The Atlantic Hotel was a grand lady past her time, without a stitch of makeup and her garters hanging down.
That's when the imagination, the entrepreneurial talent, the sheer power of seeing a vision and making it happen that we, as Americans, are famous for rallied around Miss Atlantic and gave her a makeover. Hmmnn, makeover? More like extensive plastic surgery with a full body tuck to boot.
Walk downtown today, and you will see a sweeping front porch embellished with bright flowers and rocking chairs, bracketed by a scrolled iron fence. It is a lovely first impression, and as you walk through her doors, the magic continues. To your left is the reception area, with an old fashioned check-in book. A grand staircase beacons your eye upwards, and dining areas spill to the right and far left. The menu is sophisticated, yet incorporates local produce and seafood. You can eat in the formal linen clad dining room, with it's marble topped sideboards, or in my favorite, The Drummers Cafe. . I thought it was so named for a famous drummer in the past, but the moniker comes from the hotel's most plentiful early patrons, traveling salesmen, nicknamed "drummers". I am embarrassed to say I have not had a drink in the cozy bar with the painted metal roof, nor eaten at the Hotel yet, but I will soon, and let you know if the taste lives up to the tantalizing menu. Word of mouth says it does. An added bonus; singing waitresses, and a sing along on Sunday nights with Heather, hosted by Dave Adams.
As fascinated by the hotel's past as I am, it's the present that I like the most. Each room is unique, from the wallpaper to the bedposts. I felt like I was visiting a long lost rich auntie, whose home was lovingly displayed with cherished family heirlooms and maintained with modern day conveniences. Long hallways surprise you with red velvet sitting rooms; bowls casually display fresh apples to snack on.
The Atlantic Hotel was built in 1895 by Horace and Ginny Harmonson, and remained a family business until the late 1930's. The second longest stretch of ownership was under the Coats family, who operated it through the 1960's. It was then operated under various owners until it's purchase in 1986 by The Atlantic Hotel Partnership.
It was they who stripped away the 1946 storefront that marred the hotel's architectural integrity, gutted the inside, and then carefully restored her to her present loveliness. They have a book behind the reception counter, showing the amazing transformation, and it is well worth browsing through.
I suppose we need the familiarity of coast to coast hotels in our uncertain world. Yet, every now and then, the adventurous child within needs to explore the unique, the special, the different.
Thanks, Atlantic Hotel. You're a diamond in a rhinestone world.
See you next weeky birthday to me! the eighteenth column...
I wonder what downtown Berlin looked like 20 years ago. I picture it being sleepy, with " for rent " signs in empty storefronts, and a big roughshod eyesore called The Atlantic Hotel as it's focal point.
I could be wrong, of course. Perhaps before the advent of Wal-Mart and the businesses that have sprung up on Route 50 it was a quietly bustling
community. I do know one thing for sure; The Atlantic Hotel was a grand lady past her time, without a stitch of makeup and her garters hanging down.
That's when the imagination, the entrepreneurial talent, the sheer power of seeing a vision and making it happen that we, as Americans, are famous for rallied around Miss Atlantic and gave her a makeover. Hmmnn, makeover? More like extensive plastic surgery with a full body tuck to boot.
Walk downtown today, and you will see a sweeping front porch embellished with bright flowers and rocking chairs, bracketed by a scrolled iron fence. It is a lovely first impression, and as you walk through her doors, the magic continues. To your left is the reception area, with an old fashioned check-in book. A grand staircase beacons your eye upwards, and dining areas spill to the right and far left. The menu is sophisticated, yet incorporates local produce and seafood. You can eat in the formal linen clad dining room, with it's marble topped sideboards, or in my favorite, The Drummers Cafe. . I thought it was so named for a famous drummer in the past, but the moniker comes from the hotel's most plentiful early patrons, traveling salesmen, nicknamed "drummers". I am embarrassed to say I have not had a drink in the cozy bar with the painted metal roof, nor eaten at the Hotel yet, but I will soon, and let you know if the taste lives up to the tantalizing menu. Word of mouth says it does. An added bonus; singing waitresses, and a sing along on Sunday nights with Heather, hosted by Dave Adams.
As fascinated by the hotel's past as I am, it's the present that I like the most. Each room is unique, from the wallpaper to the bedposts. I felt like I was visiting a long lost rich auntie, whose home was lovingly displayed with cherished family heirlooms and maintained with modern day conveniences. Long hallways surprise you with red velvet sitting rooms; bowls casually display fresh apples to snack on.
The Atlantic Hotel was built in 1895 by Horace and Ginny Harmonson, and remained a family business until the late 1930's. The second longest stretch of ownership was under the Coats family, who operated it through the 1960's. It was then operated under various owners until it's purchase in 1986 by The Atlantic Hotel Partnership.
It was they who stripped away the 1946 storefront that marred the hotel's architectural integrity, gutted the inside, and then carefully restored her to her present loveliness. They have a book behind the reception counter, showing the amazing transformation, and it is well worth browsing through.
I suppose we need the familiarity of coast to coast hotels in our uncertain world. Yet, every now and then, the adventurous child within needs to explore the unique, the special, the different.
Thanks, Atlantic Hotel. You're a diamond in a rhinestone world.
See you next weeky birthday to me! the eighteenth column...
Tuesday, July 05, 2005
July 5th~~
I am so thankful for the creative process...A thought, a word...thrown overboard in a swirling sea..without an anchor...becomes solid, gets rescued, and becomes a column...Social Column 17
The cornfields are as tall as my chin, and the roadsides are all gussied up with black-eyed susans and tiger lilies. My curls, never manageable to begin with, have taken on the look of a shell-shocked poodle in the high humidity. Summer is here, full blast, in Delmarva.
Back in the Midwest, summer meant cold lake swimming and kielbasa and burgers on the grill. Here in Delmarva, it seems everybody gets...well, Crabby. Last Friday I was invited to my first crab feast, at the home of local Delmarva artist, Bonnie Preziosi. An avid surfer as well as artist, her paintings depict her love of sand, sea and sky. You can see her work at one of my favorite gallery's, The Beachcombers Easel Art Gallery, in West Ocean City. She puts on quite the crab feast, too.
A long picnic table was swathed in newspaper, the traditional table covering for the occasion. Piles of spicy, steamed crabs were heaped in the center of the table, and I didn't see a plate in sight. "May I have a plate?" I asked, and the incredulous smirks I received in reply taught me I had a lot to learn about the fine art of crab eating. There are NO plates. You just dig in, and everybody around you will show you their favored style of reaching the succulent sweet meat within.
If you are not lucky enough to be invited to a backyard crab party, you can always purchase them already steamed and ready to go. I took an informal poll from strangers and friends alike, and Crabs-To-Go , located at the corner of Routes 50 & 589 in West Ocean City kept coming up a winner. You can order them by the bushel or by the dozen, and they specialize in Choptank River crabs, reputed to be some of the tastiest, fattest crabs on the shore.
Want a more festive place to pursue your crabby delights? You can head down to Crisfield, Maryland on July 20th for their annual J. Millard Tawes Crab and Clam Bake. For a $35.00 donation, it's an "all you can eat" affair, that includes corn on the cob, watermelon, and beverages. Tickets must be purchased in advance, and it's become so popular it is limited to the first 5,000 people to purchase tickets.
Of course, you can always start from scratch and catch your own. After work on July 4th, I stopped into The Green Turtle on Route 13 in Salisbury. Blonde Crisfield native Corlie, working her way towards her degree as a medical technologist, was our bartender. I couldn't have asked for a more informative expert on this week's crabby subject. When I asked her where the best place to get crabs was, she replied nonchalantly, "Home. You just go "chicken-necking.". You bet I was intrigued. " You can go to Jane Island State Park with a piece of string and some chicken necks, and catch your own." Hmmn. Sounds like fun, but I couldn't help but wonder how crabs developed a taste for chicken... When I DO go "chicken necking" I will be sure to share the experience with you.
Time to leave you for another week. A foot-note before I go~ this Saturday, July 9th, is the opening reception for the works of local artist Diane Laukenmann, at The Beachcombers Easel Art Gallery I mentioned earlier. Held from 5-7pm and open to the public, You can not only view her uniquely Delmarva inspired watercolors, but meet the artist as well. See you next week!
I am so thankful for the creative process...A thought, a word...thrown overboard in a swirling sea..without an anchor...becomes solid, gets rescued, and becomes a column...Social Column 17
The cornfields are as tall as my chin, and the roadsides are all gussied up with black-eyed susans and tiger lilies. My curls, never manageable to begin with, have taken on the look of a shell-shocked poodle in the high humidity. Summer is here, full blast, in Delmarva.
Back in the Midwest, summer meant cold lake swimming and kielbasa and burgers on the grill. Here in Delmarva, it seems everybody gets...well, Crabby. Last Friday I was invited to my first crab feast, at the home of local Delmarva artist, Bonnie Preziosi. An avid surfer as well as artist, her paintings depict her love of sand, sea and sky. You can see her work at one of my favorite gallery's, The Beachcombers Easel Art Gallery, in West Ocean City. She puts on quite the crab feast, too.
A long picnic table was swathed in newspaper, the traditional table covering for the occasion. Piles of spicy, steamed crabs were heaped in the center of the table, and I didn't see a plate in sight. "May I have a plate?" I asked, and the incredulous smirks I received in reply taught me I had a lot to learn about the fine art of crab eating. There are NO plates. You just dig in, and everybody around you will show you their favored style of reaching the succulent sweet meat within.
If you are not lucky enough to be invited to a backyard crab party, you can always purchase them already steamed and ready to go. I took an informal poll from strangers and friends alike, and Crabs-To-Go , located at the corner of Routes 50 & 589 in West Ocean City kept coming up a winner. You can order them by the bushel or by the dozen, and they specialize in Choptank River crabs, reputed to be some of the tastiest, fattest crabs on the shore.
Want a more festive place to pursue your crabby delights? You can head down to Crisfield, Maryland on July 20th for their annual J. Millard Tawes Crab and Clam Bake. For a $35.00 donation, it's an "all you can eat" affair, that includes corn on the cob, watermelon, and beverages. Tickets must be purchased in advance, and it's become so popular it is limited to the first 5,000 people to purchase tickets.
Of course, you can always start from scratch and catch your own. After work on July 4th, I stopped into The Green Turtle on Route 13 in Salisbury. Blonde Crisfield native Corlie, working her way towards her degree as a medical technologist, was our bartender. I couldn't have asked for a more informative expert on this week's crabby subject. When I asked her where the best place to get crabs was, she replied nonchalantly, "Home. You just go "chicken-necking.". You bet I was intrigued. " You can go to Jane Island State Park with a piece of string and some chicken necks, and catch your own." Hmmn. Sounds like fun, but I couldn't help but wonder how crabs developed a taste for chicken... When I DO go "chicken necking" I will be sure to share the experience with you.
Time to leave you for another week. A foot-note before I go~ this Saturday, July 9th, is the opening reception for the works of local artist Diane Laukenmann, at The Beachcombers Easel Art Gallery I mentioned earlier. Held from 5-7pm and open to the public, You can not only view her uniquely Delmarva inspired watercolors, but meet the artist as well. See you next week!
Tuesday, June 28, 2005
June 28th~~
My first "story" published other then the column! I had to overcome alot of self-doubt on this one, and move way out of my comfort zone...how else can you grow?
Move Over, Grandma Moses
Dot Truitt’s eyes sparkled as she leaned over and whispered conspiratorially, "We are both artists, you know. It’s never too late to create. And Bob, here, didn’t start til he was 70."
I met Dot Truitt and her husband Bob at the retail store I work in. When our business was finished, they stayed to chat. Dot, a slim, energetic woman of 71, did most of the talking. "What type of art, ?" I queried, and thus began a story I knew I had to share.
"Wait, I’ll show you" she said, and ran out to her car. She came back with a bag of beautiful clay bracelets, each a circle of brilliant color and hand-painted design. She looked fondly over at her husband, Bob. "He does handmade pottery mirrors. "She explained. She went on to say that she had started 16 years earlier, in her mid fifties. Wow, I thought. So many people at age 50 plus think it’s rocking chair time, but not these two.
She was the typical stay at home Mom, and though she always wanted to create, caring for her family took priority. When her daughter graduated high school , she seized the opportunity to finally follow her artistic vision. Laughing, she explained to me that she did it all wrong. "I bought a huge kiln and a couple of books." She went on to tell me that doing it all wrong meant she did it all right, because her trial and error helped her perfect a unique kiln-firing method that produced brilliant, yet translucent colors.
I asked her where she first showed her work. She laughed again, and explained that her first showing was in the National Museum of Ceramic Art, in downtown Baltimore. " I had been selected for jury duty," she mused, "and in those days, it meant calling the courthouse at 6pm the day before, and then high-tailing it to Baltimore to stay in a hotel that night." She happened to wear one of her pendants, and while visiting the museum, they asked her on the spot to display in their gift shop. She now shows her work in various craft shows in the area. Her next big show is in Lewes on July 9th, sponsored by the Lewes Historical Society.
Bob was a little more reserved about his art. A native eastern shoreman, he joked about "outsiders", and once I confessed to the sin of being one, he relented and told me, "I don’t think of myself as an artist, more of a craftsman. Dot makes the designs for my work, I just put it all together." Regardless of what he thinks, I saw an example of his work, and it’s striking.
Move over, Grandma Moses. Go ahead, pull out those dusty paint brushes, rework that old manuscript, learn that guitar. In Dot Truitt’s words, "It’s never too late to create."
My first "story" published other then the column! I had to overcome alot of self-doubt on this one, and move way out of my comfort zone...how else can you grow?
Move Over, Grandma Moses
Dot Truitt’s eyes sparkled as she leaned over and whispered conspiratorially, "We are both artists, you know. It’s never too late to create. And Bob, here, didn’t start til he was 70."
I met Dot Truitt and her husband Bob at the retail store I work in. When our business was finished, they stayed to chat. Dot, a slim, energetic woman of 71, did most of the talking. "What type of art, ?" I queried, and thus began a story I knew I had to share.
"Wait, I’ll show you" she said, and ran out to her car. She came back with a bag of beautiful clay bracelets, each a circle of brilliant color and hand-painted design. She looked fondly over at her husband, Bob. "He does handmade pottery mirrors. "She explained. She went on to say that she had started 16 years earlier, in her mid fifties. Wow, I thought. So many people at age 50 plus think it’s rocking chair time, but not these two.
She was the typical stay at home Mom, and though she always wanted to create, caring for her family took priority. When her daughter graduated high school , she seized the opportunity to finally follow her artistic vision. Laughing, she explained to me that she did it all wrong. "I bought a huge kiln and a couple of books." She went on to tell me that doing it all wrong meant she did it all right, because her trial and error helped her perfect a unique kiln-firing method that produced brilliant, yet translucent colors.
I asked her where she first showed her work. She laughed again, and explained that her first showing was in the National Museum of Ceramic Art, in downtown Baltimore. " I had been selected for jury duty," she mused, "and in those days, it meant calling the courthouse at 6pm the day before, and then high-tailing it to Baltimore to stay in a hotel that night." She happened to wear one of her pendants, and while visiting the museum, they asked her on the spot to display in their gift shop. She now shows her work in various craft shows in the area. Her next big show is in Lewes on July 9th, sponsored by the Lewes Historical Society.
Bob was a little more reserved about his art. A native eastern shoreman, he joked about "outsiders", and once I confessed to the sin of being one, he relented and told me, "I don’t think of myself as an artist, more of a craftsman. Dot makes the designs for my work, I just put it all together." Regardless of what he thinks, I saw an example of his work, and it’s striking.
Move over, Grandma Moses. Go ahead, pull out those dusty paint brushes, rework that old manuscript, learn that guitar. In Dot Truitt’s words, "It’s never too late to create."
June 28th~~
This was a tough one to cover on time~
Social Column 16
The forecast is perfect. Sunny and warm, with only a few scattered clouds to accentuate the blue sky above. Uh-oh. Those fluffy white clouds have turned to a leaden gray, and the rain is pouring down. What to do when the weather is awful ? Shop, of course....and I once again reach to the treasure chest of downtown Berlin for a unique Delmarva experience.
I have to say it~ I don't love Wal-mart, and J. C. Penny's leaves me cold. It's just too bland and repetitive for my taste.
You won't find that experience in downtown Berlin. It's Christmas morning for the weary chain-store shopper. I meandered through the streets, looking in windows and stopping at whim. My eye was caught by a little table with soap bubbles set up outside The J.J. Fish Studio and Fine Crafts Gallery, owned by John and Judy Fisher. What a cool place! They make bubble carafe's with silver blowers for grown-ups, though sharing with kids is allowed. Their marble pendants really caught my imagination. You can either choose from hand-blown marbles or use your own heirloom sphere, that's showcased in a handcrafted silver cage, and hung on a silky cord. John calls art "The one constant in my life." It shows, because John and Judy have a spectacular array contemporary handmade jewelry and crafts for sale.
My next stop was Victorian Charm. If you ever see older ladies donning outrageous red hats, they probably purchased them here. "Red Hatters" have made the shop a word-of-mouth phenomenon. The collection includes everything from red hats to red boas to pins, books, and the companion colored purple clothing. Owner Debbie Frene was modest about her successful 11 years of business, and attributes a fair share of it to people who come in to visit with Josh, her Maltese dog.
Bruder Hill calls itself the "Land of Ahhs." I agree. Owners Di Hill and Shelly Bruder weren't in, but the store was staffed by Pat Cavin, who told me "We have customers from all over the country, as well as a loyal local following." Ladies, it's hip, whimsical, and fun. Neat little sandals, one of a kind funky jewelry, and clothes that scream "made for soft sea breezes and special occasions.".
Last but not least, I stopped into the Main Street Gift Gallery. Owners Peggy and Les Katona were both working, and took the time to show me their lovely gallery of local art and gourmet delicacies. I especially loved her hand-painted bamboo walking sticks, and the selection of Chesapeake style gourmet goodies.
To the other fine shopkeepers downtown, I can't wait to discover you, too. A special thanks this week to the Simms Family, owners of The Berlin Auto-Wash. They not only gave me an incredible deal for an antique desk I purchased at their garage sale, but refused a counter offer for double the price, loaded it up for me, and threw in a lamp. Guess there still ARE honorable people in the world. See you next week!
This was a tough one to cover on time~
Social Column 16
The forecast is perfect. Sunny and warm, with only a few scattered clouds to accentuate the blue sky above. Uh-oh. Those fluffy white clouds have turned to a leaden gray, and the rain is pouring down. What to do when the weather is awful ? Shop, of course....and I once again reach to the treasure chest of downtown Berlin for a unique Delmarva experience.
I have to say it~ I don't love Wal-mart, and J. C. Penny's leaves me cold. It's just too bland and repetitive for my taste.
You won't find that experience in downtown Berlin. It's Christmas morning for the weary chain-store shopper. I meandered through the streets, looking in windows and stopping at whim. My eye was caught by a little table with soap bubbles set up outside The J.J. Fish Studio and Fine Crafts Gallery, owned by John and Judy Fisher. What a cool place! They make bubble carafe's with silver blowers for grown-ups, though sharing with kids is allowed. Their marble pendants really caught my imagination. You can either choose from hand-blown marbles or use your own heirloom sphere, that's showcased in a handcrafted silver cage, and hung on a silky cord. John calls art "The one constant in my life." It shows, because John and Judy have a spectacular array contemporary handmade jewelry and crafts for sale.
My next stop was Victorian Charm. If you ever see older ladies donning outrageous red hats, they probably purchased them here. "Red Hatters" have made the shop a word-of-mouth phenomenon. The collection includes everything from red hats to red boas to pins, books, and the companion colored purple clothing. Owner Debbie Frene was modest about her successful 11 years of business, and attributes a fair share of it to people who come in to visit with Josh, her Maltese dog.
Bruder Hill calls itself the "Land of Ahhs." I agree. Owners Di Hill and Shelly Bruder weren't in, but the store was staffed by Pat Cavin, who told me "We have customers from all over the country, as well as a loyal local following." Ladies, it's hip, whimsical, and fun. Neat little sandals, one of a kind funky jewelry, and clothes that scream "made for soft sea breezes and special occasions.".
Last but not least, I stopped into the Main Street Gift Gallery. Owners Peggy and Les Katona were both working, and took the time to show me their lovely gallery of local art and gourmet delicacies. I especially loved her hand-painted bamboo walking sticks, and the selection of Chesapeake style gourmet goodies.
To the other fine shopkeepers downtown, I can't wait to discover you, too. A special thanks this week to the Simms Family, owners of The Berlin Auto-Wash. They not only gave me an incredible deal for an antique desk I purchased at their garage sale, but refused a counter offer for double the price, loaded it up for me, and threw in a lamp. Guess there still ARE honorable people in the world. See you next week!
Thursday, June 23, 2005
June 23..
anyway..here it is...number 15? or is it 14?
Social Column 15
Summer has a way of heating things up. Scents are spicier, colors more vibrant, and there is more daylight to enjoy it all. Apparently, this column is in full summer swing, because there is so much to do, I can barely fit it all in.
Have any of you heard that Delmarva has a comedy club? One of my clients at work told my co-worker, Suzanne, and I about a great place to go and laugh ourselves silly. It sounded like the perfect antidote to a full day of retail sales, and we decided to go. The Bottle Factory is located in Salisbury, off of business Route 13. Saturday night the bar transforms itself into " The Comedy Zone." We queued up and paid our 8 dollar admission for the 9pm show, and sat and had cocktails and snacks while we waited for the show to begin. (try Al's famous crab dip when you go). Andy Hendrickson was first up onstage. Young, sarcastic, and acerbic, Andy's dark humor speared all in it's path, from his college days to Chinese takeout.
Headliner Big Ed Caylor hails from The Smoky Mountains of Tennessee, and in his soft, Southern drawl, said, "nothing is sacred up here."
His uproarious take on marriage, parenthood, dating and weight loss was hilarious. Between the two comedians, I joyfully submitted to that state of laughing you rarely carry into adulthood....flat out side-bursting, tear running giggles. I give "The Comedy Zone" a thumbs up for great entertainment at less than the cost of a movie. For upcoming shows and directions, call (410) 749-9669.
The night was not over, however. Fager's Island, in Ocean City, has long been a landmark for great food and music. I was fortunate enough to have dinner there this past winter, and was enchanted by the elegant ambiance and delicious food. I was curious to see how the onslaught of vacationers impacted Fager's. Yikes! I never saw so many gyrating bodies in my life. If you like non-stop music and have no problem with scantily clad people within a foot radius, by all means go. If you are a student of sociology and want to observe the dating rituals of young humans, it's a must. If you are like me, however, a nightcap at home, or a walk on the beach might be a better way to end the evening.
I rounded off the weekend with a trip to "Art in the Park.", held at Northside Park. I had never been to the park before, and loved the view of the bay, the long dock, and the paved walkways, perfect for strolling or biking. It was chilly with a whipping wind, yet the caliber of art displayed made for a worthwhile outing. I was particularly impressed by the jewelry of Ron Haritan, of Gambrills, Md. With a background in stained glass, his fused glass jewelry designs are light-catching works of art. I couldn't resist, and am the proud owner of a stunning pair of earrings in iridescent blue. I will be watching for his return, and let you know so you can enjoy his work, too.
That raps it up for this week. I hope all you Dad's out there had a wonderful Father's Day. Special hugs to my Dad, George. You weren't with us for very long, but your love has lasted a lifetime. See you next week!
anyway..here it is...number 15? or is it 14?
Social Column 15
Summer has a way of heating things up. Scents are spicier, colors more vibrant, and there is more daylight to enjoy it all. Apparently, this column is in full summer swing, because there is so much to do, I can barely fit it all in.
Have any of you heard that Delmarva has a comedy club? One of my clients at work told my co-worker, Suzanne, and I about a great place to go and laugh ourselves silly. It sounded like the perfect antidote to a full day of retail sales, and we decided to go. The Bottle Factory is located in Salisbury, off of business Route 13. Saturday night the bar transforms itself into " The Comedy Zone." We queued up and paid our 8 dollar admission for the 9pm show, and sat and had cocktails and snacks while we waited for the show to begin. (try Al's famous crab dip when you go). Andy Hendrickson was first up onstage. Young, sarcastic, and acerbic, Andy's dark humor speared all in it's path, from his college days to Chinese takeout.
Headliner Big Ed Caylor hails from The Smoky Mountains of Tennessee, and in his soft, Southern drawl, said, "nothing is sacred up here."
His uproarious take on marriage, parenthood, dating and weight loss was hilarious. Between the two comedians, I joyfully submitted to that state of laughing you rarely carry into adulthood....flat out side-bursting, tear running giggles. I give "The Comedy Zone" a thumbs up for great entertainment at less than the cost of a movie. For upcoming shows and directions, call (410) 749-9669.
The night was not over, however. Fager's Island, in Ocean City, has long been a landmark for great food and music. I was fortunate enough to have dinner there this past winter, and was enchanted by the elegant ambiance and delicious food. I was curious to see how the onslaught of vacationers impacted Fager's. Yikes! I never saw so many gyrating bodies in my life. If you like non-stop music and have no problem with scantily clad people within a foot radius, by all means go. If you are a student of sociology and want to observe the dating rituals of young humans, it's a must. If you are like me, however, a nightcap at home, or a walk on the beach might be a better way to end the evening.
I rounded off the weekend with a trip to "Art in the Park.", held at Northside Park. I had never been to the park before, and loved the view of the bay, the long dock, and the paved walkways, perfect for strolling or biking. It was chilly with a whipping wind, yet the caliber of art displayed made for a worthwhile outing. I was particularly impressed by the jewelry of Ron Haritan, of Gambrills, Md. With a background in stained glass, his fused glass jewelry designs are light-catching works of art. I couldn't resist, and am the proud owner of a stunning pair of earrings in iridescent blue. I will be watching for his return, and let you know so you can enjoy his work, too.
That raps it up for this week. I hope all you Dad's out there had a wonderful Father's Day. Special hugs to my Dad, George. You weren't with us for very long, but your love has lasted a lifetime. See you next week!
Wednesday, June 15, 2005
Weds. June 15th~~
I woke in a fine sheen of sweat, as seems to be my custom these days...Maybe going through the change is more then that..perhaps all these intense fevers are the soul redifining itself..melting down the old and preparing for a new cycle...
enough profound thoughts for one day. time to go to work...clocked it yesterday..84 miles round trip commute on tues and wed now...jeeshhh. thank god for beautiful countryside and daydreams...I am lugging my antigue typewriter with me to work...this book demands to be written... later.
I woke in a fine sheen of sweat, as seems to be my custom these days...Maybe going through the change is more then that..perhaps all these intense fevers are the soul redifining itself..melting down the old and preparing for a new cycle...
enough profound thoughts for one day. time to go to work...clocked it yesterday..84 miles round trip commute on tues and wed now...jeeshhh. thank god for beautiful countryside and daydreams...I am lugging my antigue typewriter with me to work...this book demands to be written... later.
Tuesday, June 14, 2005
just home from work..
Social column 14
This week's column is a little bit different than my weekly focus on one particular subject. It's been an eventful week, and there are several things I would like to share. First, and foremost, I would like to dedicate this column to Frank Dickson.~~
Hi, Frank. I can see you, drinking green tea, and winking at me, from heaven. Was it just last November that we celebrated your 100th birthday at the Berlin Senior Center? We decorated your cake with the green tea bags you attributed to your longevity, and watched, smiling, as you accepted your proclamation from Mayor Tom Cardinale and the City of Berlin. You gave your story to local newspaperman Pete Beisser, as your friends stopped by your chair with hugs and well wishes.
You see, Frank, last Friday I got home from a long day at work, and, as is my ritual, checked my e-mail. My friend and former boss, Shelby Bacon emailed me about your rite of passage. She said your kids stopped by the Berlin Senior Center, to tell her the news. She said you read my column every week, religiously. I never knew. I just knew I loved your smile, your zest for life, and loved flirting with you as much as you did with me. It was a great excuse, Frank, to say I was getting a kiss from a hundred year old man. Truth is, you still gave me a tingle, and I loved your stories about politics, and how you met President Warren Harding in the 1920's. I, as well as your family and other friends, will miss you, Frank.
You know from reading each week that I love the beach, and I tend to spend more time at Assateague Island than the beach in Ocean City. Last Sunday gave me another perspective, though. I was invited to the beach in Ocean City at 36th Street, home of Castle in the Sand. It was the best of both worlds, with a restaurant and Olympic sized pool, or, if you preferred, the sea just steps away. I had brought a picnic, but, even nicer, a young server strode through the sand, serving ice cold drinks and food. Talk about total relaxation....
Last Friday night was another great Open Mic Night at The Waterline Gallery, with an exciting line-up of musicians and, for the first time, poets. Kudos to Susan Beverly, poet, and her daughter Shannon. (Susan, your work touched me deeply). I couldn’t imagine reading my work in public, but she did it with passionate confidence. The crowd loved Bruce Lukoskie, guitarist, and "Gentleman" Joe Steen. Charlie Flagiello, a very talented photographer as well as guitarist and banjo player, charmed the crowd with his comedic songs. Bill Rolig, as well as being a celebrated local artist, sang and played the guitar. "Soul Feel’s" Lee and Joey returned for the second month in a row, polished and purring. Last, but not least, Steve Frene sat in on harmonica with Paul & Trish, who not only performed with zestful exuberance, but orchestrated the party. If you are a musician, poet, or enjoy live music and generally a good time, call The Waterline Gallery at (410) 641-9119 for more info. See You Next Week!
.up in Seaford Delaware today....here it is., number 14~~
Social column 14
This week's column is a little bit different than my weekly focus on one particular subject. It's been an eventful week, and there are several things I would like to share. First, and foremost, I would like to dedicate this column to Frank Dickson.~~
Hi, Frank. I can see you, drinking green tea, and winking at me, from heaven. Was it just last November that we celebrated your 100th birthday at the Berlin Senior Center? We decorated your cake with the green tea bags you attributed to your longevity, and watched, smiling, as you accepted your proclamation from Mayor Tom Cardinale and the City of Berlin. You gave your story to local newspaperman Pete Beisser, as your friends stopped by your chair with hugs and well wishes.
You see, Frank, last Friday I got home from a long day at work, and, as is my ritual, checked my e-mail. My friend and former boss, Shelby Bacon emailed me about your rite of passage. She said your kids stopped by the Berlin Senior Center, to tell her the news. She said you read my column every week, religiously. I never knew. I just knew I loved your smile, your zest for life, and loved flirting with you as much as you did with me. It was a great excuse, Frank, to say I was getting a kiss from a hundred year old man. Truth is, you still gave me a tingle, and I loved your stories about politics, and how you met President Warren Harding in the 1920's. I, as well as your family and other friends, will miss you, Frank.
You know from reading each week that I love the beach, and I tend to spend more time at Assateague Island than the beach in Ocean City. Last Sunday gave me another perspective, though. I was invited to the beach in Ocean City at 36th Street, home of Castle in the Sand. It was the best of both worlds, with a restaurant and Olympic sized pool, or, if you preferred, the sea just steps away. I had brought a picnic, but, even nicer, a young server strode through the sand, serving ice cold drinks and food. Talk about total relaxation....
Last Friday night was another great Open Mic Night at The Waterline Gallery, with an exciting line-up of musicians and, for the first time, poets. Kudos to Susan Beverly, poet, and her daughter Shannon. (Susan, your work touched me deeply). I couldn’t imagine reading my work in public, but she did it with passionate confidence. The crowd loved Bruce Lukoskie, guitarist, and "Gentleman" Joe Steen. Charlie Flagiello, a very talented photographer as well as guitarist and banjo player, charmed the crowd with his comedic songs. Bill Rolig, as well as being a celebrated local artist, sang and played the guitar. "Soul Feel’s" Lee and Joey returned for the second month in a row, polished and purring. Last, but not least, Steve Frene sat in on harmonica with Paul & Trish, who not only performed with zestful exuberance, but orchestrated the party. If you are a musician, poet, or enjoy live music and generally a good time, call The Waterline Gallery at (410) 641-9119 for more info. See You Next Week!
.up in Seaford Delaware today....here it is., number 14~~
Wednesday, June 08, 2005
Wednesday morning~~
Here it is, Lucky Column 13..This one is extra special to me., because i get to combine what i love to do while helping people. I wince as i see a few mistakes, I need to somehow slow down and proofread my work more carefully.
Starting to get back into the rhythmn of the long days, but, deep inside i want to slow down...yet, there is no stopping the train! At least I have the house whipped back into shape, have spent more time with Justin, and managed to get my column in on time.
Social Column 13
I heard my sister scream "Georgie's hurt!", and I started running. Barefoot, across the sharp graveled alleyway, I ran, until I found my little brother sprawled under a huge maple tree, twitching and foaming at the mouth. At thirteen, I panicked; my uncle, who had a military background, didn't. He gently tilted Georgie's head to the side, made sure his airway was clear, and sent me back home to call an ambulance. My daring brother had won a bet...that he could climb to the tip top of the tallest oak tree. Unfortunately, it was at a dear cost. He lost his footing and fell, broke his wrist, and suffered a concussion, which caused a seizure. Though terrifying, this was a one-time event, that could have been prevented with head gear..not unlike that worn by bicylists and those in contact sports. Could you imagine living your life with repeated seizures?
According to the Epilepsy Foundation of the Eastern Shore, over 3,000 people on Maryland’s Eastern Shore have the condition. Note I say "condition", because epilepsy is Not a disease., but rather, abnormal electrical input to the brain.
The Epilepsy Foundation of the Eastern Shore is a non-profit organization dedicated to clearing the myths surrounding epilepsy, and helping those with the condition to lead lives free of the stigma of the perception that such people are shaking, foaming at the mouth, undesirables. Their mission is to educate the public, and to help epileptics and others with developmental difficulty find jobs, and lead a "normal" life.
Now for the fun part of this week's column. The foundation has come up with an awesome fundraiser! Now I don't play golf, though it is on my list of things to do, along with playing the flute and riding in a hot-air balloon. If you do play golf, or just want to support a great cause, The Sandpiper Open is the event for you. Held at Ocean Resorts Golf Club, 10655 Cathell Road in Berlin on June 17th, it's a great way to practice your swing, perhaps win a car or 5,000 dollars, and be a philanthropist at the same time.
The festivities begin at 12 noon, with registration. The Tournament itself begins at 1pm, with a shotgun start. You can bring your own foursome or they will match you with other golfers. You can compete to win the 5,000 putting contest and try to win a 2005 Ford, courtesy of Sherwood on the Shore, in the Hole-in-One competition. ( I have only the vaguest comprehension of Hole-in-One, and Putting contest, but, it sounds like fun.)
If you follow my column, you know I love to cook. Boil this fund-raiser down, and you will get 2 parts Fun, 1 part Self-less love, and 5 parts Gratitude, from those with Epilepsy.
I never was good at Math, but, I stick by my numbers. Last year they raised almost 8,000 dollars for their cause, and over 95percent was used for direct client services.
The tournament will end with a Reception at 6pm, with awards granted and an auction.
Golfer’s always have fun. That’s why they play. How great to do it for a cause that will enrich the lives of those facing challenges we do not.
See you next week!
Here it is, Lucky Column 13..This one is extra special to me., because i get to combine what i love to do while helping people. I wince as i see a few mistakes, I need to somehow slow down and proofread my work more carefully.
Starting to get back into the rhythmn of the long days, but, deep inside i want to slow down...yet, there is no stopping the train! At least I have the house whipped back into shape, have spent more time with Justin, and managed to get my column in on time.
Social Column 13
I heard my sister scream "Georgie's hurt!", and I started running. Barefoot, across the sharp graveled alleyway, I ran, until I found my little brother sprawled under a huge maple tree, twitching and foaming at the mouth. At thirteen, I panicked; my uncle, who had a military background, didn't. He gently tilted Georgie's head to the side, made sure his airway was clear, and sent me back home to call an ambulance. My daring brother had won a bet...that he could climb to the tip top of the tallest oak tree. Unfortunately, it was at a dear cost. He lost his footing and fell, broke his wrist, and suffered a concussion, which caused a seizure. Though terrifying, this was a one-time event, that could have been prevented with head gear..not unlike that worn by bicylists and those in contact sports. Could you imagine living your life with repeated seizures?
According to the Epilepsy Foundation of the Eastern Shore, over 3,000 people on Maryland’s Eastern Shore have the condition. Note I say "condition", because epilepsy is Not a disease., but rather, abnormal electrical input to the brain.
The Epilepsy Foundation of the Eastern Shore is a non-profit organization dedicated to clearing the myths surrounding epilepsy, and helping those with the condition to lead lives free of the stigma of the perception that such people are shaking, foaming at the mouth, undesirables. Their mission is to educate the public, and to help epileptics and others with developmental difficulty find jobs, and lead a "normal" life.
Now for the fun part of this week's column. The foundation has come up with an awesome fundraiser! Now I don't play golf, though it is on my list of things to do, along with playing the flute and riding in a hot-air balloon. If you do play golf, or just want to support a great cause, The Sandpiper Open is the event for you. Held at Ocean Resorts Golf Club, 10655 Cathell Road in Berlin on June 17th, it's a great way to practice your swing, perhaps win a car or 5,000 dollars, and be a philanthropist at the same time.
The festivities begin at 12 noon, with registration. The Tournament itself begins at 1pm, with a shotgun start. You can bring your own foursome or they will match you with other golfers. You can compete to win the 5,000 putting contest and try to win a 2005 Ford, courtesy of Sherwood on the Shore, in the Hole-in-One competition. ( I have only the vaguest comprehension of Hole-in-One, and Putting contest, but, it sounds like fun.)
If you follow my column, you know I love to cook. Boil this fund-raiser down, and you will get 2 parts Fun, 1 part Self-less love, and 5 parts Gratitude, from those with Epilepsy.
I never was good at Math, but, I stick by my numbers. Last year they raised almost 8,000 dollars for their cause, and over 95percent was used for direct client services.
The tournament will end with a Reception at 6pm, with awards granted and an auction.
Golfer’s always have fun. That’s why they play. How great to do it for a cause that will enrich the lives of those facing challenges we do not.
See you next week!
Friday, June 03, 2005
friday nite~~
it's 11:30 pm and i walked in the door an hour ago. These long days are taking some getting used to...out the door by 8-9am, back in at 10-10:30. I love the long ride thru the countryside in the morning, it is a time to think and reflect in blessed silence. The evenings are harder; I don't see well at night, and by the time I am almost thru the 45 minute ride the lines of the road seem to swell and blur..One more day to go, and i will be back on my regular schedule after the wedding.I have had one day off in between,and I am still running, running, not getting anywhere fast. My beautiful pink room is still trashed,the floors look cloudy and dusty in the house. I know it will get better, once I get back on my schedule. I found out a wonderful secret about the effect on local events of my column.., it makes me glad i didnt listen to my doubting self saying to give it up, there wasnt time...It's time to go to bed, and finish that last day of work. I am finally starting to grasp their computer system, and learn all the specs of the 35 beds I sell. I am trying to hone my selling skills and master all the managerial tasks. I worry about commissions and being away from home so much, and am in a guarded place of personal withdrawal. I'm just tired, i guess. But, here it is, Social COlumn 12~~
Social Column 12
Have you ever been to the Art League of Ocean City? Located bayside at 94th St., adjacent to the water tower, the art league has been promoting the enrichment of life through art since the 1960's.Though the building itself is owned by Ocean City, the inside is maintained by the 300 or so members of the league. With over 30 local business sponsors and a dedicated core of volunteers, the art league is a cultural pearl in a city more known for it's boardwalk and beaches. It's not just a gallery, either.. the League offers artistic workshops throughout the year, often with noted artists teaching the classes. I think that one of their best accomplishments is the scholarship fund they sponsor annually to benefit a budding local art student. Their latest fund-raiser was The Sandcastle Tour, with honorary chair for the event Kendel Ehrlich, wife of Maryland governor Robert Ehrlich, Jr. The two day event featured everything from a "bachelor pad" to a bed and breakfast on the beach, and was a great success. Proceeds for the event are slotted to build The Art League's own "sandcastle", a larger, more modern building with room to accommodate more workshops, exhibitions, and storage.
Each month they showcase a new exhibit, with an opening reception on the first Friday of the month between 5-7pm.It is free and open to the public.
One of my first forays into the art world since moving to Delmarva was one such opening last March. I was surprised at the building that houses The Art League; it looks more like a summer beach cottage then an art gallery. Though picturesque, I can understand why they dream of an expanded facility. I walked inside and signed the guest register, and was greeted warmly by one of the volunteers on hand for the evening. A table was set up with wine and cold drinks, and a buffet laden with homemade sweets and savory nibbles. Everything was delicious, and I loved the contrast of the simple, relaxed atmosphere with the spectacular, complex artwork on view.
The featured artists' mingled with the crowd, and it lent an even more intimate feel to the evening. I don't know about you, but when the best you can do is draw a stick figure, just being able to TALK to such artists is a thrill. How do they do it? A night at one of The Art League's receptions gives you the chance to ask them just that, while socializing with the local art community. If you want to join the organization, or want to know more about them, you can go to their website at www.artleagueofoceancity.org., or call them at (410)524-9433. I hope to be at this Friday's reception, because I know it will be exciting, enriching, and just plain fun.
Totally off track, but I have to share it....My day job takes me to Salisbury now, and I had my first soft-shell crab sandwich, from a take out place called "Chesapeake Treasures". If you are a newcomer like me, it looks scary to see a sandwich with legs poking out of two slices of bread. I closed my eyes and bit into it anyway. DELICIOUS! (Thanks to my friend Clarence, who brought me one at work.) See you next week!
it's 11:30 pm and i walked in the door an hour ago. These long days are taking some getting used to...out the door by 8-9am, back in at 10-10:30. I love the long ride thru the countryside in the morning, it is a time to think and reflect in blessed silence. The evenings are harder; I don't see well at night, and by the time I am almost thru the 45 minute ride the lines of the road seem to swell and blur..One more day to go, and i will be back on my regular schedule after the wedding.I have had one day off in between,and I am still running, running, not getting anywhere fast. My beautiful pink room is still trashed,the floors look cloudy and dusty in the house. I know it will get better, once I get back on my schedule. I found out a wonderful secret about the effect on local events of my column.., it makes me glad i didnt listen to my doubting self saying to give it up, there wasnt time...It's time to go to bed, and finish that last day of work. I am finally starting to grasp their computer system, and learn all the specs of the 35 beds I sell. I am trying to hone my selling skills and master all the managerial tasks. I worry about commissions and being away from home so much, and am in a guarded place of personal withdrawal. I'm just tired, i guess. But, here it is, Social COlumn 12~~
Social Column 12
Have you ever been to the Art League of Ocean City? Located bayside at 94th St., adjacent to the water tower, the art league has been promoting the enrichment of life through art since the 1960's.Though the building itself is owned by Ocean City, the inside is maintained by the 300 or so members of the league. With over 30 local business sponsors and a dedicated core of volunteers, the art league is a cultural pearl in a city more known for it's boardwalk and beaches. It's not just a gallery, either.. the League offers artistic workshops throughout the year, often with noted artists teaching the classes. I think that one of their best accomplishments is the scholarship fund they sponsor annually to benefit a budding local art student. Their latest fund-raiser was The Sandcastle Tour, with honorary chair for the event Kendel Ehrlich, wife of Maryland governor Robert Ehrlich, Jr. The two day event featured everything from a "bachelor pad" to a bed and breakfast on the beach, and was a great success. Proceeds for the event are slotted to build The Art League's own "sandcastle", a larger, more modern building with room to accommodate more workshops, exhibitions, and storage.
Each month they showcase a new exhibit, with an opening reception on the first Friday of the month between 5-7pm.It is free and open to the public.
One of my first forays into the art world since moving to Delmarva was one such opening last March. I was surprised at the building that houses The Art League; it looks more like a summer beach cottage then an art gallery. Though picturesque, I can understand why they dream of an expanded facility. I walked inside and signed the guest register, and was greeted warmly by one of the volunteers on hand for the evening. A table was set up with wine and cold drinks, and a buffet laden with homemade sweets and savory nibbles. Everything was delicious, and I loved the contrast of the simple, relaxed atmosphere with the spectacular, complex artwork on view.
The featured artists' mingled with the crowd, and it lent an even more intimate feel to the evening. I don't know about you, but when the best you can do is draw a stick figure, just being able to TALK to such artists is a thrill. How do they do it? A night at one of The Art League's receptions gives you the chance to ask them just that, while socializing with the local art community. If you want to join the organization, or want to know more about them, you can go to their website at www.artleagueofoceancity.org., or call them at (410)524-9433. I hope to be at this Friday's reception, because I know it will be exciting, enriching, and just plain fun.
Totally off track, but I have to share it....My day job takes me to Salisbury now, and I had my first soft-shell crab sandwich, from a take out place called "Chesapeake Treasures". If you are a newcomer like me, it looks scary to see a sandwich with legs poking out of two slices of bread. I closed my eyes and bit into it anyway. DELICIOUS! (Thanks to my friend Clarence, who brought me one at work.) See you next week!
Monday, May 23, 2005
exhausted...running on empty...so much more to say about this past weekend., but no time to do it..however, pulled out of the hat, here is... .Social Column 11
Love. We are all driven by it, we are all looking for it, even when we don't consciously think so. Weddings are the culmination of that search, and bring out love in all it's many and varied forms. This was the weekend of my nephew Christopher and his bride , Melissa's wedding, and what a wedding it was!
The party began at my home on Friday night, in the midst of a mini hurricane. It didn't stop anyone from laughing, dancing, drinking and eating, though. The pies I mentioned baking last week were a hit, but the true star of the evening's culinary delights was the seafood bisque and grilled swordfish prepared by Kerry, a local fisherman. He catered the final cast party for the movie "Runaway Bride," filmed on location in Berlin several years ago, and his seafood bisque was a hit in that production, also. Thanks, Kerry.
Trish and Paul, who orchestrated Open Mic Night at The Waterline Gallery a week ago, stopped by, and soon had a hand-clapping, foot-stomping audience in the living room.
Friday night's party was just the warm up, though. The wedding itself was held at The Merry Sherwood, in Berlin. The Merry Sherwood was built in 1859 by prosperous Philadelphian , Henry Johnson for his bride Elizabeth Henry, a local Berlin girl. He met her on a visit to the eastern shore, and thus the romantic tradition began. The pre-civil war home has been painstakingly restored by Kirk Bambridge into a lovely Inn, and is a wonderful place to host a special occasion, as well as a romantic getaway. The grounds are fragrant with flowers, and laid out with secluded green grottos as well as cobblestone walkways.
The ceremony itself was on the lawn, under a rose studded arbor. As I watched Melissa walk from the house to her husband to be, I couldn't help but think of the romantic tradition the Merry Sherwood has become. And yes, I cried as the vows were spoken. Thanks, cousin Jay, for the green bandana whipped from your pocket. A lace hankie would have been nice, but your bandana saved the day.
A couple of observations about the weekend from our out of town guests.... After the bar at The Atlantic Hotel closes, you can always go to Goober's for a drink. (I thought it was just a breakfast place.) Speaking of the Atlantic Hotel, that intimate, warm abode that dominates downtown Berlin, they sure do have the pulse on who is who in town. When I inquired after one of our out of town guests, the night manager knew their name, knew what other place they were staying, and what time they had left the bar. Wow! It's another small town phenomenon I'm not used to.
Melissa and Chris are now in Greece on their honeymoon. All the guests are gone. Today I am donating the rest of the flowers to the Senior Center in Berlin, and giving my social butterfly wings a chance to rest and regroup.
Planning a wedding here in Delmarva? You can't ask for a more beautiful place to celebrate your love.... See you next week!
Love. We are all driven by it, we are all looking for it, even when we don't consciously think so. Weddings are the culmination of that search, and bring out love in all it's many and varied forms. This was the weekend of my nephew Christopher and his bride , Melissa's wedding, and what a wedding it was!
The party began at my home on Friday night, in the midst of a mini hurricane. It didn't stop anyone from laughing, dancing, drinking and eating, though. The pies I mentioned baking last week were a hit, but the true star of the evening's culinary delights was the seafood bisque and grilled swordfish prepared by Kerry, a local fisherman. He catered the final cast party for the movie "Runaway Bride," filmed on location in Berlin several years ago, and his seafood bisque was a hit in that production, also. Thanks, Kerry.
Trish and Paul, who orchestrated Open Mic Night at The Waterline Gallery a week ago, stopped by, and soon had a hand-clapping, foot-stomping audience in the living room.
Friday night's party was just the warm up, though. The wedding itself was held at The Merry Sherwood, in Berlin. The Merry Sherwood was built in 1859 by prosperous Philadelphian , Henry Johnson for his bride Elizabeth Henry, a local Berlin girl. He met her on a visit to the eastern shore, and thus the romantic tradition began. The pre-civil war home has been painstakingly restored by Kirk Bambridge into a lovely Inn, and is a wonderful place to host a special occasion, as well as a romantic getaway. The grounds are fragrant with flowers, and laid out with secluded green grottos as well as cobblestone walkways.
The ceremony itself was on the lawn, under a rose studded arbor. As I watched Melissa walk from the house to her husband to be, I couldn't help but think of the romantic tradition the Merry Sherwood has become. And yes, I cried as the vows were spoken. Thanks, cousin Jay, for the green bandana whipped from your pocket. A lace hankie would have been nice, but your bandana saved the day.
A couple of observations about the weekend from our out of town guests.... After the bar at The Atlantic Hotel closes, you can always go to Goober's for a drink. (I thought it was just a breakfast place.) Speaking of the Atlantic Hotel, that intimate, warm abode that dominates downtown Berlin, they sure do have the pulse on who is who in town. When I inquired after one of our out of town guests, the night manager knew their name, knew what other place they were staying, and what time they had left the bar. Wow! It's another small town phenomenon I'm not used to.
Melissa and Chris are now in Greece on their honeymoon. All the guests are gone. Today I am donating the rest of the flowers to the Senior Center in Berlin, and giving my social butterfly wings a chance to rest and regroup.
Planning a wedding here in Delmarva? You can't ask for a more beautiful place to celebrate your love.... See you next week!
Monday, May 16, 2005
omigod...~~ so busy...so much to do....dont want to fail...just have to get it all done, and done perfectly...( how is THAT for a perfectionists dysfunction, bared to the general public? Anyway..here goes LUCKY TEN!
Social Column Ten
I almost missed my deadline this week. Perhaps it is the 118 raspberry, coconut, and chocolate magic bars I baked. Blame it on the Grasshopper tortes, the Key lime Cream Pies. Yes, you guessed it...the Big Weekend is almost here, with family and friends coming from everywhere for my nephew Christopher and his bride, Melissa's wedding. With my customary nonchalance, I volunteered to cook for the Day before the Wedding party. And so, (deep breath here) I am frantically busy.
Yet, this week writes itself, because I have a secret for you! Are you an undiscovered poet or musician? Would you like to support those that are? Go to The Waterline Gallery, downtown Berlin, 2nd Friday of each month. Orchestrated by gallery manager Pam Showell, sanctioned by owner Karen Prengaman and partner, nephew David Prengaman, the event is a blast. I walked into the historic brick building, with it's lofty ceilings and warped hardwood floors, about 8:pm. A sign outside proclaimed." It's Friday the 13th..Are You Feeling Lucky? " All the action was upstairs, though people milled around downstairs, admiring the local artwork for sale.
"Paul and Trish", local performers with an extraordinary repertoire, were hosts as well as cast for the evening, introducing each artist. Duo Lee Johnson and Joey Cornet indulged in a laid back jam. Elena Pingatore, of the band Seventh Sense was a striking woman dressed in red, with lips to match. Her voice and dance rocked the floors that night as she exlaimed "I feel like I will explode if I don't sing." Rick Kennedy took the stage, (watch for him soon at The Globe Theater), and his beautiful country voice and lyrics touched me deeply. " It's what you have to say, it's true blue that's important, " Said the songwriter/singer about his craft. Rachel, with her flowered skirt, pinned back brown hair, and serious specs, belted out songs to the delight of the crowd, with a style reminiscent of a torchy Joni Mitchell. One of my favorites was Jason Dubow, from the D.C. area. He seemed shy, yet he sang and played guitar well, and had the courage I lack, to face an audience. Charles Calloway blew the top right off the Waterline Gallery that night with his explosive bass chops. Paul Dufendach referred to him as " The Best Bassist of Delmarva." , It was strange watching him; almost as if his fingers and his guitar were the same digit, and his heart shook him to where his rhythm followed. From the theme of Linus to the Battle Hymn of the Republic, he played...to the point where Kate Hastings, owner of The Globe Theater, boogied with Pam Showell, director of The Waterline. Other's followed, artists, musicians and patrons alike, until those old brick walls just about shook with fun.
I asked Karen Prengaman why she held the function each month. After all, I saw that there was no overt attempt to sell art....There was free food and entertainment...Her answer made me fall in love with Delmarva a little bit more. She asserted, "It's all about encouraging the arts." "This is a vital community, an artistic community, and we will do everything we can to promote it."
Pam Showell commented, "Music and Art naturally go together, provided is free entertainment, enjoyment of the arts, and a smoke free environment." In the future, Open Mic night plans to include "Kids Hour", to showcase young talent.
See you after the wedding....all the juice about the Merry Sherwood and Atlantic Hotel to follow...
Social Column Ten
I almost missed my deadline this week. Perhaps it is the 118 raspberry, coconut, and chocolate magic bars I baked. Blame it on the Grasshopper tortes, the Key lime Cream Pies. Yes, you guessed it...the Big Weekend is almost here, with family and friends coming from everywhere for my nephew Christopher and his bride, Melissa's wedding. With my customary nonchalance, I volunteered to cook for the Day before the Wedding party. And so, (deep breath here) I am frantically busy.
Yet, this week writes itself, because I have a secret for you! Are you an undiscovered poet or musician? Would you like to support those that are? Go to The Waterline Gallery, downtown Berlin, 2nd Friday of each month. Orchestrated by gallery manager Pam Showell, sanctioned by owner Karen Prengaman and partner, nephew David Prengaman, the event is a blast. I walked into the historic brick building, with it's lofty ceilings and warped hardwood floors, about 8:pm. A sign outside proclaimed." It's Friday the 13th..Are You Feeling Lucky? " All the action was upstairs, though people milled around downstairs, admiring the local artwork for sale.
"Paul and Trish", local performers with an extraordinary repertoire, were hosts as well as cast for the evening, introducing each artist. Duo Lee Johnson and Joey Cornet indulged in a laid back jam. Elena Pingatore, of the band Seventh Sense was a striking woman dressed in red, with lips to match. Her voice and dance rocked the floors that night as she exlaimed "I feel like I will explode if I don't sing." Rick Kennedy took the stage, (watch for him soon at The Globe Theater), and his beautiful country voice and lyrics touched me deeply. " It's what you have to say, it's true blue that's important, " Said the songwriter/singer about his craft. Rachel, with her flowered skirt, pinned back brown hair, and serious specs, belted out songs to the delight of the crowd, with a style reminiscent of a torchy Joni Mitchell. One of my favorites was Jason Dubow, from the D.C. area. He seemed shy, yet he sang and played guitar well, and had the courage I lack, to face an audience. Charles Calloway blew the top right off the Waterline Gallery that night with his explosive bass chops. Paul Dufendach referred to him as " The Best Bassist of Delmarva." , It was strange watching him; almost as if his fingers and his guitar were the same digit, and his heart shook him to where his rhythm followed. From the theme of Linus to the Battle Hymn of the Republic, he played...to the point where Kate Hastings, owner of The Globe Theater, boogied with Pam Showell, director of The Waterline. Other's followed, artists, musicians and patrons alike, until those old brick walls just about shook with fun.
I asked Karen Prengaman why she held the function each month. After all, I saw that there was no overt attempt to sell art....There was free food and entertainment...Her answer made me fall in love with Delmarva a little bit more. She asserted, "It's all about encouraging the arts." "This is a vital community, an artistic community, and we will do everything we can to promote it."
Pam Showell commented, "Music and Art naturally go together, provided is free entertainment, enjoyment of the arts, and a smoke free environment." In the future, Open Mic night plans to include "Kids Hour", to showcase young talent.
See you after the wedding....all the juice about the Merry Sherwood and Atlantic Hotel to follow...
Tuesday, May 10, 2005
Lucky Number 9~~~
Social Column 9
What a weekend! As you know by following my column, I was really looking forward to Springfest in Ocean City this past weekend.
Life happens, though, and the event collided with my full-time day job, and a weekend full of company. You see, my nephew Christopher and his beautiful bride to be, Melissa, are getting married in Berlin on May 21st. They live in the Virginia Beach area, and came this weekend to coordinate their last minute wedding plans. Why am I telling you this? They are getting married at The Merry Sherwood, just outside of Berlin, and I can't wait to let you know what a wedding at the Eastern Shore’s premier civil war era dwelling is like. Alot of our out of town guests are also staying at The Atlantic Hotel in Berlin, so I will be sharing their experiences, also.(And probably a few of their famous martinis).
Back to Springfest. Though I itched to make it earlier, I didn't actually step foot inside the inlet fairgrounds until 3pm Sunday, the closing day. I was nervous about parking, especially since I had heard that parking was very expensive, and hard to come by in Ocean City proper. I drove over the Route 50 bridge anyway, deciding it would be better to see for myself whether it was a hassle.
It kinda was. There was lots of traffic, but, I lucked into the perfect solution. Go have lunch first at The Marina Deck, just off of Dorchester St. They have a great seafood and snack menu, and their parking lot was free, if you ate lunch before going to Springfest. They also presented my sister and I with a gift coupon and carnation for Mother's Day, which was unexpected and a lovely touch. Tip; the fried soft-shelled crab was delicious, as was the tropical salad and crabcake sandwich. As we happily munched and chatted, I couldn't help but sigh with pleasure at the bayside view of the dock and charter boats, just 20 feet from our table. My family headed home, and I walked the 6 blocks or so to Springfest. My breath caught as I first sighted the billowing white tents against the bright blue sky. The beach stretched in front of me, and a boardwalk train ferried people back and fro. Did I die and go to heaven? What a beautiful place to party! No WONDER people visit here.... Hundreds of people milled about, and the center stage was alive with Beach Boy era music, and people swaying to the beat. There was a saucy clown named Lollipop, who made free balloon animals for kids. Tent after tent with food, arts and crafts, and entertainment. Kids got to rock climb a mountain, and there was a giant inflatable slide, too. If that wasn't enough, the nearby boardwalk was kicked up in high gear, full of souvenir shops and even more regional "fast food". If you didn't go this year, you have GOT to go next year. Personally, I will clear my calendar, and make it a point to enjoy the night-time entertainment too. See you next week!
Social Column 9
What a weekend! As you know by following my column, I was really looking forward to Springfest in Ocean City this past weekend.
Life happens, though, and the event collided with my full-time day job, and a weekend full of company. You see, my nephew Christopher and his beautiful bride to be, Melissa, are getting married in Berlin on May 21st. They live in the Virginia Beach area, and came this weekend to coordinate their last minute wedding plans. Why am I telling you this? They are getting married at The Merry Sherwood, just outside of Berlin, and I can't wait to let you know what a wedding at the Eastern Shore’s premier civil war era dwelling is like. Alot of our out of town guests are also staying at The Atlantic Hotel in Berlin, so I will be sharing their experiences, also.(And probably a few of their famous martinis).
Back to Springfest. Though I itched to make it earlier, I didn't actually step foot inside the inlet fairgrounds until 3pm Sunday, the closing day. I was nervous about parking, especially since I had heard that parking was very expensive, and hard to come by in Ocean City proper. I drove over the Route 50 bridge anyway, deciding it would be better to see for myself whether it was a hassle.
It kinda was. There was lots of traffic, but, I lucked into the perfect solution. Go have lunch first at The Marina Deck, just off of Dorchester St. They have a great seafood and snack menu, and their parking lot was free, if you ate lunch before going to Springfest. They also presented my sister and I with a gift coupon and carnation for Mother's Day, which was unexpected and a lovely touch. Tip; the fried soft-shelled crab was delicious, as was the tropical salad and crabcake sandwich. As we happily munched and chatted, I couldn't help but sigh with pleasure at the bayside view of the dock and charter boats, just 20 feet from our table. My family headed home, and I walked the 6 blocks or so to Springfest. My breath caught as I first sighted the billowing white tents against the bright blue sky. The beach stretched in front of me, and a boardwalk train ferried people back and fro. Did I die and go to heaven? What a beautiful place to party! No WONDER people visit here.... Hundreds of people milled about, and the center stage was alive with Beach Boy era music, and people swaying to the beat. There was a saucy clown named Lollipop, who made free balloon animals for kids. Tent after tent with food, arts and crafts, and entertainment. Kids got to rock climb a mountain, and there was a giant inflatable slide, too. If that wasn't enough, the nearby boardwalk was kicked up in high gear, full of souvenir shops and even more regional "fast food". If you didn't go this year, you have GOT to go next year. Personally, I will clear my calendar, and make it a point to enjoy the night-time entertainment too. See you next week!
Sunday, May 08, 2005
Sunday Night, Mother's Day
This is always the most rotten day of the year for me....I have been divorced, i have been....well, lots of unpleasant memories...but, the worst is losing my mother. I dare Dr. Phil, Jesus Christ, Yogananda, to heal me from the wound I carry from losing her at 13.
It's not like i haven't tried every avenue that flies down the pike to heal...But, regardless, Mother's Day has me crying....riding down the road with my mascara dripping, ghoulishly stopping at cemetaries, weeping into the mother's day section at RiteAid. I have found women to "mother" me, through the years...but, always, deep in my heart, i knew that they weren't "mine".
I have tried to be a good mother myself...but, i don't really think I have...so poor...so full of excuses about "maybe" I have taught my children ????? As they grow up, they look at me like i am a nutcase, because i am not practical in their eyes anymore...just a dreamer, a believer in miracles....They berate me for not having money, i think.
Yet, I would rather have a house full of rickety chairs and good food, and i stand by that. I would rather have a house full of chaos, and a blessed circle of laughter, then a perfect plan, and i stand by that. I would rather love someone from afar, and cherish him, then make do with who is available, and i stand by that.
My mother taught me these things. She didn't leave me money, or gold, or all the things that are "right" to leave your children. She left me love. And i will love who i love, with all i have, till the day i die.
Thanks, Mom. I love you.
This is always the most rotten day of the year for me....I have been divorced, i have been....well, lots of unpleasant memories...but, the worst is losing my mother. I dare Dr. Phil, Jesus Christ, Yogananda, to heal me from the wound I carry from losing her at 13.
It's not like i haven't tried every avenue that flies down the pike to heal...But, regardless, Mother's Day has me crying....riding down the road with my mascara dripping, ghoulishly stopping at cemetaries, weeping into the mother's day section at RiteAid. I have found women to "mother" me, through the years...but, always, deep in my heart, i knew that they weren't "mine".
I have tried to be a good mother myself...but, i don't really think I have...so poor...so full of excuses about "maybe" I have taught my children ????? As they grow up, they look at me like i am a nutcase, because i am not practical in their eyes anymore...just a dreamer, a believer in miracles....They berate me for not having money, i think.
Yet, I would rather have a house full of rickety chairs and good food, and i stand by that. I would rather have a house full of chaos, and a blessed circle of laughter, then a perfect plan, and i stand by that. I would rather love someone from afar, and cherish him, then make do with who is available, and i stand by that.
My mother taught me these things. She didn't leave me money, or gold, or all the things that are "right" to leave your children. She left me love. And i will love who i love, with all i have, till the day i die.
Thanks, Mom. I love you.
Well~~ here we go again......i forgot to publish this one, and my sister reminded me to...and, tomorrow at 5am, time to create number 9....
Social Column 8
Last Sunday was a beautiful spring day, and I found a GREAT place to enjoy it! Have you ever been to Furnace Town? I’ve seen brochures for it before, but truthfully, the thought of spending the day looking at an old furnace didn't seem too thrilling. Was I wrong!
My original mission was to cover the archeological dig they had scheduled, but I was so charmed by all of the other attractions, that I knew I had to share my entire trip with you. You enter Furnace Town via the visitor center/gift shop. Instead of going directly to the dig, I wandered the entire complex of early 19th century buildings. The grounds are beautiful, dotted by flowering trees and plants, and low benches scattered around. ( It would be a wonderful place to picnic. )
I visited the tiny church, with it's butter yellow pews, and wood-burning stove. The raised pulpit is made of carved oak, and the oil lamps in wall sconces provide light.
Anyone that enjoys tinkering around the house would love The Ernest Glaser Woodworking Shop, with it's display of antique tools.
There is a working smithy, displaying anvils and bellows and a huge fireplace to heat iron.
The Harrison House, a painstakingly restored cottage home, now houses antique dresses and hats from the period. Also on exhibit are taxidermied woodland animals, and old recipes like "Invalid Squirrel Broth" and "Black Bear Stew". My two favorite places were the broom-making shop and the weaver's shop. I asked Broom-maker Sandra Milito how she had become a craftswoman. "I came from a stressful background of hotel management ." she said. "I find this a peaceful, wonderful place to work." I ended up buying a kitchen broom and a little "crumb-catcher" for the table. The weaver's shop is really neat, too. Marian Adkins sat at her 175 year old loom, and I watched her weave a placemat from scraps of colorful cloth. She explained the looming process to me, and pointed out the flax and cotton used to make thread.
The furnace itself looked like something out of a spooky fairytale to me. It is the original 1830 iron furnace, and as you walk up the ramp you get a panoramic view as a bonus. There are other buildings and a kitchen garden to explore, also, but I just don’t have the space to share them all. I finally made it to the archeological dig, overseen by volunteers Patty Parkinson and Sandy Fondren. Patty said she volunteers because "it allows me to touch part of history." Sandy, who has been a Furnace Town volunteer for 10 years, simply said, "I just love it." I asked the littlest digger, Tatem Russell, age 5, if she was having fun. Her answer was to hop back into the site, and take up her trowel with a smile. She was there for a "day with daddy". Some of the finds include a domino, buttons, crockery, and spoons.
Furnace Town's director of 19 years, Kathy Fisher, told me that Furnace Town is available for corporate functions, family reunions, group outings, and even weddings in the antique church. There is a large covered Pavilion with picnic tables, and box lunches are available with advance notice. Many workshops, including weaving, basket making, blacksmithing, and painting are offered as well. For more information, call (410) 632-2032. I know that I will be back, because Furnace Town is a slice of living history, nestled in a serene, natural setting. See you next week!
Social Column 8
Last Sunday was a beautiful spring day, and I found a GREAT place to enjoy it! Have you ever been to Furnace Town? I’ve seen brochures for it before, but truthfully, the thought of spending the day looking at an old furnace didn't seem too thrilling. Was I wrong!
My original mission was to cover the archeological dig they had scheduled, but I was so charmed by all of the other attractions, that I knew I had to share my entire trip with you. You enter Furnace Town via the visitor center/gift shop. Instead of going directly to the dig, I wandered the entire complex of early 19th century buildings. The grounds are beautiful, dotted by flowering trees and plants, and low benches scattered around. ( It would be a wonderful place to picnic. )
I visited the tiny church, with it's butter yellow pews, and wood-burning stove. The raised pulpit is made of carved oak, and the oil lamps in wall sconces provide light.
Anyone that enjoys tinkering around the house would love The Ernest Glaser Woodworking Shop, with it's display of antique tools.
There is a working smithy, displaying anvils and bellows and a huge fireplace to heat iron.
The Harrison House, a painstakingly restored cottage home, now houses antique dresses and hats from the period. Also on exhibit are taxidermied woodland animals, and old recipes like "Invalid Squirrel Broth" and "Black Bear Stew". My two favorite places were the broom-making shop and the weaver's shop. I asked Broom-maker Sandra Milito how she had become a craftswoman. "I came from a stressful background of hotel management ." she said. "I find this a peaceful, wonderful place to work." I ended up buying a kitchen broom and a little "crumb-catcher" for the table. The weaver's shop is really neat, too. Marian Adkins sat at her 175 year old loom, and I watched her weave a placemat from scraps of colorful cloth. She explained the looming process to me, and pointed out the flax and cotton used to make thread.
The furnace itself looked like something out of a spooky fairytale to me. It is the original 1830 iron furnace, and as you walk up the ramp you get a panoramic view as a bonus. There are other buildings and a kitchen garden to explore, also, but I just don’t have the space to share them all. I finally made it to the archeological dig, overseen by volunteers Patty Parkinson and Sandy Fondren. Patty said she volunteers because "it allows me to touch part of history." Sandy, who has been a Furnace Town volunteer for 10 years, simply said, "I just love it." I asked the littlest digger, Tatem Russell, age 5, if she was having fun. Her answer was to hop back into the site, and take up her trowel with a smile. She was there for a "day with daddy". Some of the finds include a domino, buttons, crockery, and spoons.
Furnace Town's director of 19 years, Kathy Fisher, told me that Furnace Town is available for corporate functions, family reunions, group outings, and even weddings in the antique church. There is a large covered Pavilion with picnic tables, and box lunches are available with advance notice. Many workshops, including weaving, basket making, blacksmithing, and painting are offered as well. For more information, call (410) 632-2032. I know that I will be back, because Furnace Town is a slice of living history, nestled in a serene, natural setting. See you next week!
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