I have replaced the vent in the door (which was harder than most steps in this project due to screws not wanting to line up correctly) and found a curtain to go in front of the litter boxes.
Aside from the general awesomeness of this project, I think it’s the curtain that gives me the most pleasure. I found it at SCRAP in the material section. I couldn’t find a price, but I liked the look, so into my basket it went. At the register, I discovered it was $20, and when I hesitated, the clerk said, “How about ten?” I happily agreed.
When I got home, I checked to see if I could drape it over the rod, rather than sewing it into a curtain. It fit perfectly. I think the pattern is top-notch. Yet another big win from SCRAP.
At SCRAP, I poked through their postcards and grabbed two that had been sent long ago. Let’s have a look.
This is Athens in the 1960s, as you will find out from the next picture. It’s not super visible, but there’s a tiny pinprick near the top of the card and my bet is that this card was tacked up for a period of time.
Things we can surmise from this post card: Smitty is in the Air Force; Athens in February is not Smitty’s favorite thing (so far); he would rather be back in the states; Sidnee, according to Smitty, is still his girl, though he can’t tell her himself, even though the postcard is partially addressed to her.
I like this FDR postage, plus I have the full address, which I have redacted.
Do you want to see a picture of the house this card was sent to?
It’s a great looking house. 3 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, 1,126 square feet, according to Zillow. Also, the site’s “Zestimate” is $786,651. That had me scrolling out on the Google Map to figure out where Heyward, California is. It’s south of Oakland in the San Francisco Bay Area.
The next postcard is Noordwijk, a town in the Netherlands.
It’s two years later, and this postcard is addressed just to Dee, from Bailey.
From this card, we know that Bailey is optimistic about international mail. Christmas is three days from when they wrote the date. We also know that December is a a very cold time to visit the Netherlands.
I love this oil rig stamp. Also, props to Bailey for clear handwriting.
Given that I had so much to go on, I did a search (thanks NewsBank) to see if Dee was still with us. Unfortunately, she died in 2012. Here is her obituary, which is full of great details.
Delores Del Rio Gaymon Snell 1934 – 2012 Resident of Hayward, CA
Delores ‘Dee’ Del Rio Gaymon Snell passed away unexpectedly on January 4, 2012.
She was born on April 17, 1934 in Winston Salem, NC to the late Betty Gaymon and Frank Greene and was raised by her aunt and uncle, Lula Mae Burgess and William Burgess, Sr.
She married William Snell II in 1955 and from this union Sidnee and William III (Tre’) were born. She moved to Hayward, California in the summer of 1963 arriving in a green Volkswagen Beetle.
She was preceded in death by her mother and father, her aunt and uncle, her son, and her brother, William Burgess, Jr.
Delores graduated from Chabot Community College (Associate in Arts Degree), California State University East Bay (Bachelor of Arts Degree and Teaching Credential), and the College of Saint Thomas (Masters of Fine Arts). Delores was employed as an art teacher by the Long Beach Unified School District. She also sold insurance through Metropolitan Life Insurance Company. In addition, she created a line of artistic products and marketed them through her company, Wee B Nappi.
She was a devoted teacher, artist, freelance model, and philanthropist. She loved travel, books, theater, humanitarian causes, fund-raising, and her little dog, Brandy. She was a member of Grant AME Church in Los Angeles, Brookins AME Church in Oakland (where she was instrumental in starting the food program), and attended South Bay Community Church in Fremont. She was a dedicated member of Delta Sigma Theta Sorority Inc., the Queen Jean Book Club, the Hayward Arts Council, the Aids Ministry of Allen Temple Baptist Church in Oakland, and the annual Hayward Martin Luther King Celebration Committee. She participated in weekly sewing and knitting groups in Hayward.
Delores leaves to cherish her memory a daughter, Sidnee Snell ; son-in-law, Alan Petersen; grandson, Marshall Petersen; granddaughter, Alex Snell ; sister-in-law, Delores Burgess; nephews, William and Michael Burgess and a host of caring friends and neighbors.
A memorial service will be held Tuesday, January 24th at 11:00 am at Brookins AME Church (Rev. Mark Smith), 2201 73rd Ave., Oakand. (At 10:30 am, Delta Sigma Theta Sorority Inc will perform the Delta Omega Omega Ceremony at the same location.) In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to the AIDS Ministry, Allen Temple Baptist Church (Att. Gloria Cox Cowell), 8501 International Blvd., Oakland, CA 94621.
And here’s a picture. Wouldn’t you have liked to know her well enough to write her a postcard on your international travels?
The question remained. How did these postcards make their way to Portland?
I think the answer lies in her daughter who is also an artist and lives in Portland. She makes very striking fiber art. You can see a video of her if you follow this link. I recommend it.
Thanks to the Snell family for donating two postcards that let me peek into their lives.
As part of my morning walks that have replaced morning swims, I’ve been making the rounds of the Little Free Libraries near me. There are about six that are easy to swing by regularly. I drop off books, see if anything has appeared I want to read, and tidy the shelves.
This book has been in this Little Free Library since March. I’ve read it, it’s the second of a multi-book series about a family living in California that begins with the San Francisco earthquake. I read the series in the 90s and really enjoyed it. The last book is memorable because there was a major typo near the end that had a character dying three weeks before the book killed her off.
Clearly the book’s presentation wasn’t turning any heads, so I wrote up a recommendation, added it to the book, and set the book front and center when I tidied.
Reporting from the future, I can tell you that even with my recommendation this book sat around for a few more months before it disappeared.
If you are interested in reading the series, the first book is called The Immigrants. I’ve just looked at the original cover of that book, and it has a similar style of cover, but with a half-naked woman among the mix. Apparently (and perhaps because of that?) The Immigrants was adapted into a miniseries in 1978.
As I walk around my neighborhood, I make plans for the houses I encounter. The tiny house in this picture, I’ve always planned to buy, move into, and then use the huge open space in the lot to grow a million vegetables.
Mostly those plans are scrapped when the property is sold, the small house is torn down, and what is built leaves no room for gardening. You can see that has happened on the lot next door, where the blue house dominates.
So you can imagine my thrill when these marigolds appeared in this lot. It’s not oodles of vegetables, but it’s close.
Matt’s gym has live and recorded classes while they are shut down and Matt participates in those. But of late, he’s found Pamela Reif and has been doing her workouts. They are apparently very hard and she just powers through them like they are nothing..
When my grandfather died in 1991, he left behind a few pairs of overalls. I’ve been wearing this pair when working on projects since the 90s. However, I’ve finally split through the seams in the crotch (which you can see if you look closely at our celebratory post finishing the pedestal.) It’s time to cut these overalls up for other uses. Sentinel, as usual, supervises.
On the big, you can see not only the logo, but the dark green from painting my mom’s house, the dark blue from Matt’s bedroom, the orange from painting the pedestal, the bright green from the wall in the pantry and some white that was probably the primer I put on the pedestal.
In my photos from the time of film cameras, there’s a picture of me circa 1998 wearing these overalls and posing with the loft bed I built. They’ve been a good companion as I have completed projects.
I finished my first sampler from LittleDear. I really love it. The “spring” colors Aimee sent me in the sewing kit are just my type, and I enjoyed doing the stiches. I think the sampler looks pretty, too. I need to work on my satin stich and the fishbone stich was mostly a disaster. But look how pretty that woven spider’s wheel turned out!
This is also from LittleDear. It’s the first of two mandala-inspired patterns. I thought the colors looked great here too!
The repair man has returned and this time he brought along a lifting companion. I loved our repair man. I explained the deal, and he, looking amused, said, “I think this is going to work.” And it did.
We still need to put the vent part of the door back. I took it out when that area became the cat litter box area, but I saved it and I just need to screw it back into place. I also need to find some sort of curtain. Laundry tends to fall from the dryer right into the litter box area.
I also want to put a few shelves above the washer.
But it’s nice to have a fully working washer again. And I quite like how this has all turned out.
I opened our back shed to grab something and found this situation.
Ants had decided our shed would make a very nice anthill and they had been busy making my Christmas ornaments into their main egg storage area. Aside from eggs (apparently they are actually the pupal stage of complete metamorphosis) they had stuffed the box full of fluffy filler material (you can see some against the Cheerios box). Ants don’t normally give me the creepy crawlies, but in this quantity they sure did.
I ended up getting our trash grabber out of the other (ant-free) shed and using that to pick items up and fling them into the yard. They were in nearly every Christmas item: the ornaments, the advent calendar box had a big stack of eggs on top, the garland was full of the fluffy stuff.
Matt finished up a session with a client and helped me fling things.
I also learned that ants bite (or do something that caused me to repeatedly slap my feet while I was moving things to the back yard.)
Further learning occurred when later that night, both of the cats were very interested in my feet and the socks Matt had been wearing while he hauled things. There must have been a pheromone.
Another fun thing? I discovered some of our emergency food had been expired for three years.
So this week we’ve built a platform for the dryer, battled ants, and had to make a new plan for emergency food. It’s been a little taxing on the adrenals.