Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Saturday, April 24, 2010
Daughter of Phyllis Born 23 April 1954
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Picture Three: August 1993, Gail and Gladys
Picture Four: Kayte and Gladys in front of Gladys’ home, May 1994
Picture Five: Beth, Kayte, Cookie Jenkins, May 1994, on one of the benches in Gladys’ garden
Every time I visited my Mother in New York, we took the garden tour. I heard these words many times from her. It seems like it was just the other day. . . . . oops, that was when BETH was doing the speaking. When I go to her house to visit, we go on the garden tour.
My Mom, Gladys, carved her garden out of the side of the hill behind and next to her house. She had gardens under the trees next to the road and next to the drive.
Dad had the vegetable garden. He fiercely guarded it from encroaching ground hogs. They both had wonderful gardens. Food for the soul and the stomach.
Mom did not mind the garden snakes, she understood them. She tried to tell me that THEY were more afraid of Me than I was of THEM. Don’t bet on it.
Ma’s garden stretched all the way up the hill and even had rustic wooden benches in it. At the top of the hill, she had her compost heap. Kitchen scraps were carried up there and added to the heap daily. She was ecologically friendly before it was popular.
She had tiers carved into the hill, made out of the stones that were so plentiful in the soil. She made a stone retaining wall behind the house to keep the hill from sliding into the house. Sounds funny, but it was serious. I swear, the hill WAS moving down hill. When she got too sick to do the work it got closer and closer and closer. . . .
Beth, my daughter, has a stone path going to her front porch and winding throughout her garden. Allen helped her out there. When they moved into their house it was horrible. The back yard was mud. No plants. Beth and Allen have transformed it into a lovely place.
The back yard is covered with lush grass (and toys). Beth has planted gardens all around the house. Her gardens would delight my Mother and my Father.
In her front garden, surrounded by flowers, were plum tomatoes. One on one side and another across the path in the middle of more flowers. There is a bench in the middle of one part. In the back some plants are all around a maple tree.
She is always moving something, somewhere. Just like Ma. Last summer, Beth had a plot in the community garden. She just signed up to have the same spot this year. She packed that 20 X 20 foot plot with loads of veggies, and marigolds. There was even a teepee made out of bean vines. She fiercely defended the garden from encroaching pests, like deer and other wildlife. Hum. . . . Sounds familiar, doesn’t it?
Picture Three: Nick and Lena, Beth’s house
Picture Four: Beth’s plot at the Community Garden
Picture Five: Beth’s back yard
Thursday, April 15, 2010
O, God, wilt thou comfort the heart of my dear Mother, who thus sees all the hopes which she had formed of living with Elizabeth, thus suddenly cut off;
The Romantic Poets such as Keats and Shelley came to mind, and I looked up the definition of Romanticism of 1820-1860. Romantic poetry was nature poetry, which habitually endowed the landscape with human life, passion, and expressiveness. It was also a poetry of meditation.
Certainly, as a sophomore at Yale in that period, Daniel would have been influenced by the poetry and literature of that period. He also was a very observant, sensitive, introspective, perceptive person with fantastic articulate powers.
There is nothing known in the history of Daniel that tells us what he was studying. I would say that he may have been leaning toward being a writer as in one letter he mentioned that on a holiday hike through Connecticut, he had met three women who had told him stories that he might publish someday.
Illness, again we do not know what that was, prevented him from returning to Yale to finish. He became a farmer and his journals then were itemized lists of things purchased and sold. What happened to the man of the Romantic Period?
I was telling these things to a friend whose husband has been a big farmer on the muck land of Elba for years. She said that Cornell has been doing Oral Biographies of farmers, and her family was chosen to be interviewed. Cornell said that farmers' journals were not personal, but lists like Daniel’s. They, therefore, did not know how farmers' made decisions, but when they started interviewing, found that farmers were answering their questions as they thought Cornell wanted them to.
So Cornell devised a game called “Farming” which was played by the farm family and recorded. An example of a question on a card would be: “This morning three of your pigs died. What are you going to do about it?”
The “Old Man of the Poles” has made his first bow today and a clear, warm, sunny face has he brought with him.
Yesterday was a dark, cold day: this sabbath morn the Sun arose in a clear sky. The Old elms were coated with ice and O how a Million Diamonds from every tree danced in the merry breezes and sparkled like as the coronets do now in the Brow of Night: with what purity and intensity of love do they behold the rolling world in their pride from their eternal mansions.
Dec.27th Merry Christmas has again come and gone with its clouds of thrilling remembrances. Oh! How the eye of youth used to brighten and all the world seemed one vast apple bin of delight
DECEMBER 31: FINIS
Far out upon the battlements of Time stands the recording Angel of the swift rolling Years with that dread Trumpet which Heralds their Departure into the dim, dark gulf of Eternity.
Friday, April 9, 2010
One club, started by Uncle Adin, I have already written about, but has it been put on the cousins blog yet? If you do not know of the 'Roll Down Stocking Club', read on, and if you already know this story, skip to the next club!
One summer day, Adin put the Taylor kids and some of their cousins, Lil Baker-Howland’s girls, in his flatbed wagon with horses and they all went out and picked stones from the field.
“We were all helping him,” Doris remembered (taped several years ago by Jim Kinsella), “and Lord knows our stones were probably only about two inches round. So, we sat down to have a drink ‘cause boy, you’d be working and sweating and hot and everything so we all had our ankle socks—you know, girls had ankle socks then—and Uncle Adin, all summer long, wore his long underwear. He never took it off. ‘Come on, why bother,’ he’d say. So he said, ‘It looks like the Roll Down Stocking Club’ and he pulled up his pants and his underwear and he rolled his socks down and the password was ‘Bullshit’ (said in a whisper).”
Our Taylor Family Club was probably started by Arnon, who named us all and became, of course, President!
He was Windy Bags, Esther was Big Bertha Puffy, Doris was Stinky Pot, I was C-C Balls, and Harold was, I think, Squirt. Es was treasurer (of what I have no idea, but she knit a little change purse to have, ‘in case’), and we had a notebook made of a cardboard cover from a box, with paper sewn inside to make a book.
Was Doris secretary, or was Arnon? I don’t know, but I know dinosaurs were big then, as now, and we cut one out of an ‘Ally Oop’ cartoon strip and pasted it on the front of the notebook.
Where was Ruth when we had the Taylor Family Club? You must remember Harold and I were the last of the bunch, she and Arnon were the first. When we moved to Geneva, she was in high school and a quiet, shy young lady. I imagine she was so busy trying to make new friends in a strange place that she had no time for the rest of us (she ended up knowing half of Geneva!). So, she alone escaped yet another nickname from brother Arnon!
Picture One: Cousins!
Front: CB, Doris, Gladys, Phyllis, Harold
Back: Sylva, Ruth, Leona, Esther, Arnon
Saturday, April 3, 2010
Thursday, April 1, 2010
Wow--I will not go on and on about the rainy weather we have been having in New England, but enough is enough!
Let me just say that when you see people on the television being rescued from their flooded cars with bulldozers, you can now say you know one of those unfortunates….my son had to climb out of my car’s sunroof to escape and yes, was plucked to safety by the bucket of a bulldozer, nearby only because the family was trying to save their home from the river.
So, please, let’s talk about birthdays!
In the Taylor family,
William Carson, father of Emma Carson (Emma is the mother of the twins, Floyd and Lloyd Taylor), and Pamela Taylor Crane (daughter of Bryant and Evelyn Taylor) are April Birthday Kids.
In Aunt Ruth’s family,
Marlene Ann Maney ( Richard’s daughter) celebrates this month.
In Uncle Arnon’s family, Michael Anthony McCarty (Diana’s son), Graham Alan Wright (Donnie’s son, grandson of Nancy), and Gabrielle Michelle Letourneau (Cynthia's daughter, 1st grandchild of Nancy Taylor Wright) all blow out candles in April.
Picture One: Pam and brother, Mitch by their dad’s cemetery stone
Picture Two: Marlene
Picture Three: Michael
Picture Four: Graham
Picture Five: Gabby
Picture Two: Judy
Picture Three: Charlie and Mary
Picture Four: Kelly and husband Blake
Picture Five: Jesse in the middle with brothers Matt and Dan on either side
Picture Two: Michael and Chris
Picture Three: Aedyn
Picture Four: Bernie, Annie, Ed
Picture Five: Rhoda