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Sunday, July 31, 2011

Saturday, July 30, 2011

Local Hide From The 'Razzi

New local etsy love is up in the righthand column, and it is a veritable treasure trove of pink and aqua, which shades go happily and loudly together, demanding attention, making others look pale in their presence like a celebrity couple, one whose coupledom is so spectacular that the coining of a new, unified name is called for.

So, paqua.

Thank you for supporting local artisans!

Friday, July 29, 2011

Phonophoto of the day

Stratford Road, 8:34 AM

In 1905, it was named Pinafore

In the Sights and Insights of 1960, hers is the lone ponytail on the page.

By 1963, her senior year and the year she was the editor of Sights and Insights, the ponytail is gone.

She told me she cut it off because her heart had been broken, that when she got off the plane in Florida, her father cried to see her so shorn.

But today, seeing my mother's face, so dear, so missed, I can't stop smiling.

It's easier than ever to relive fond memories or just take a look back into Salem history. The North Carolina Digital Heritage Center recently uploaded Salem College yearbooks from 1905-2009 to its digital archive, making them viewable online. Each book is listed by year and viewable in a digital flipbook format.

The North Carolina Digital Heritage Center is a statewide digitization and digital publishing program housed in the North Carolina Collection at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill. The Digital Heritage Center works with cultural heritage institutions across North Carolina to digitize and publish historic materials online.

Salem yearbooks online
Salem College

Thursday, July 28, 2011

Phonophoto of the day

Holy roly poly, the day I've had. Not bad, but extraordinarily busy.

Anyway, these are tillandsia, which are, I kid you not, plants that grow in the air, which madness I have never heard of before. They were outside Whole Foods, which is where I had a quick bite before an evening meeting, because unlike the plants, I can't pull nutrients out of the thin air.

Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Phonophoto of the day

I honestly love how our transportation center looks*, and believe you me, I never thought I'd say that about a bus station**.

* ditto our jail
** ditto a jail

Local TI-holy guacamole, this thing costs how much?

I have no idea how to use the calculator I just bought for the oldest, who is taking Algebra I this year, but I do know I saved close to $100 by getting it used at Edward McKay.

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Phonophoto of the day

Margaret Street

After the Carousel of Progress*, the Carousel of Violets is my next favorite carousel in the whole universe. I simply cannot see this sign (and I see it often as it's on the way to Jackson's Music) without smiling.

* the youngest's very favoritest attraction in all of Disney World, and they have not one item of souvenir swag for it. There's not even a flat penny machine dealio! (Number two is the Three Caballeros ride in Epcot's Mexico. Thankfully, they offer mucho swago for that one.)

Monday, July 25, 2011

Phonophoto of the day

previously (5/26/11)

Local Life Ended, Lauded

It will shock nobody who's been reading here for very long to learn that I suffer from an inability to keep a straight face in stressful situations. The slightest thought can set me a-giggle, and from there it's just a scootch down the highway to howls.

Friday evening I was with a friend and her family, and just retelling various stories featuring my completely inappropriate laughter had me reliving it and chortling so hard I nearly suffocated.

The holy grail of hilarity? Family funerals. I can go from tears to teehees in seconds, and once that switch is thrown, there is almost no flipping it back. (Thankfully that's just for funerals within my own family. I behave beautifully at funerals for non-rellies, promise.)

But obituaries have the opposite effect on me. I find them almost calming. I love the cadence, the order, the euphemisms, but mostly the highlighting of a person's ordinary goodness, because that's what is most missed when a person dies.

I don't read them everyday anymore, but when I do, I'm without fail rewarded.

The one for The Reverend Douglas "Doug" Howard Butler in this morning's paper is just lovely:
Doug 'Papa', fiercely loved his wife, children and grandchildren. He'd drive the old car, wear the old clothes and walk in holey shoes so that his family could know their needs and wants. He gave freely of his time and other resources, without recognition, for anyone in need. He was a mentor to many and was an excellent advisor. He never met a stranger. He loved, lost and buried many special people over the years and missed them deeply. This selfless compassion and care for others ultimately cost him his health. He was best known for his humor and for never knowing what he'd say next.

I never met him, but reading that feels much like I did. Isn't that just grand?

Winston-Salem Journal obituaries

Sunday, July 24, 2011

Phonophoto of the day

I've long held that rain on a Sunday afternoon is a message to slow down. Accordingly I've been little better than a slug since the sky darkened. Far be it for me to defy the universe.

Saturday, July 23, 2011

Yay, purple!

New local etsy love is up in the righthand column, and it's full to the brim with purple-y delights!

Thank you for supporting local artisans!

Friday, July 22, 2011

Phonophoto of the day

Rock, rock
Rockmelon! (Aaaaaaaaah)
Down, down! (Aaaaaaah)

In addition to having prettily arrayed seeds, this locally grown melon is super-hydrating, too -- the youngest ate half of it at lunch, which is probably what prevented him from spontaneously bursting into flames when we had to go out in the afternoon. Me? I died.

Local Old Lamps and Hush Puppies

The Winston-Salem Jaycees
Annual Yard Sale
Saturday, July 23
6:30AM - 11:00AM
Bib's Downtown
675 W. Fifth St

Proceeds benefit the Chapter's operating account and help enable the Jaycees to serve with area organizations, as well as hold several annual events including the Band Aid for Burn Victims benefit concert at The Garage, Fun on the Farm at the Children's Home, and the Downtown Holiday Parade.

A portion of Bib's proceeds from 11 - 4 that day will also go to the Jaycees.

You know, this may just be the perfect solution to this heat problem we're having: events at 6:30 AM, then home to lay under a fan during the hottest hours of the day. (With a bag of delicious Bib's goodness to keep one's strength up, natch.)

Winston-Salem Jaycees
Bib's Downtown

Thursday, July 21, 2011

Phonophoto of the day

It took the oldest a good five minutes to settle on just one drink from the new Coca-Cola Freestyle at Moe's at Thruway. Not surprisingly --- the machine offers 120+ beverages. He finally decided on a Barq's Vanilla, which tasted not unlike a root beer float. I mewed with glee to see an old friend from my childhood: Fanta Lime.

Local Floral Goodness

OK, so true story.

The first Thanksgiving after we moved to Winston, we hosted Thanksgiving.

In attendance: we four, my father, my uncle and aunt who live here, my brother, his wife and their then newborn son (in from Durham), my cousin from Kville, his wife and their son, plus another cousin up from Atlanta.

Well, in attendance at least part of the time.

Schedules were loopy. This is putting it mildly. Consequently it was sort of a drop-in-when-you-can-stay-as-long-as-you-can event, wherein food was out in a buffet line setup, and as people arrived they ate or didn't, depending upon how many other Thanksgiving tables they needed to attend.

And I set a beautiful table for the buffet, using all the good china I inherited from my mother. In the center of the table I put a gorgeous octagonal pottery bowl from Italy, and in this bowl lay flowers.

Yes, "lay".

Let me put it mildly: I stink at flower arranging. From about three sides of the octagon, the arrangement looked OK*, but it was pathetic from the other five. And so as my rellies meandered down the buffet side, I would sort of covertly tap the bowl so it turned to show its better side in case they looked up. I'm fairly certain I fooled no one.

The End.

Piedmont Craftsmen
invites you to
a lesson on the
Art of Flower Arranging
in the gallery
601 N. Trade
Thursday, July 21st

Lisa Schaner from Imagine Flowers will be conducting the lesson using flowers from her shop and variety of vessels made by Piedmont Craftsmen artists. Since wine goes so well with flowers, 6th and Vine decided to join in on the fun by serving wine for the folks over 21.

This educational event is FREE and open to the public.

Piedmont Craftsmen
Imagine Flowers
6th and Vine

* I'm being generous to myself here. Very.

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Phonophoto of the day

Huntingreen Lane

I have no idea whose backyard this is, nor even on what street the house it belongs to faces, but I want to express my appreciation, because it's fantastic! You can only see three in this photo taken from the sidewalk, but there are roughly twenty of these quilt-ish* looking squares total, some on the fence and others festooning various places in the backyard. Many of them are placed on the outside of the fence so that those driving or walking past on Huntingreen can enjoy them. What a lovely gift to the rest of us. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

* they reminded me of this

Local Will That Be Two Legs Or Four?

photo credit: FCAC
Mocha is what my late father would have called "a purebred Heinz-57". Her coat is an AMAZING amalgamation of several of the 57. Also she clearly has some party tricks. In short, Mocha is a veritable fiesta of chachacha, and you should adopt her immediately and give her a more worthy name. Like Charo.


Local I'll Bring the Chips!

The Ninth Annual Tomato Salsa Contest
Thursday, August 11, at 11:00 a.m.
Winston-Salem Downtown Farmers' Market
6th Street Between Cherry and Trade

Tomato Salsa judging will begin at 11:30 and winners will be announced at noon.

A cash prize and ribbon will be awarded to 1st, 2nd, and 3rd place winners.

For more information and to register, use the online form or call (336)724-2474.

Entrants can also send their name, address, e-mail and phone number to: Downtown Farmers’ Market Salsa Contest, c/o A.S. Garland Marketing/PR, 541-A Trade Street, Winston-Salem, NC 27101.

Deadline for entry is Friday, August 5.

I note that the entry form calls for the name of one's salsa. I hereby volunteer to help name the salsa of any entrant, because boy howdy, could I rock at dubbing salsas. I do wish they hadn't limited it to tomato-based salsas, though, because I'd be even more rocktastic at naming alternative fruit-based salsas. Like... Fan the Flames of My Passionfruit Salsa! Or... Orange You Glad I Didn't Say Banana Salsa! Oooh! Oooh! Oooh! Honeydew You Have Any Reason We Cantaloupe Salsa!


Tuesday, July 19, 2011

Phonophoto of the day

Jackson's Music, 3:11 PM

Periodically when the youngest is practicing and comes to a slow halt, I like to pump one fist in the air and shout UKES, NOT NUKES! He ignores me utterly, a trick I suspect he learned from the dogs.

Local You Asked For It

via email: I miss hearing about the Lucy adventures! I hope your recovery is going well. I'd love to hear about what you're doing during this time. I'm sure your other readers would too.

Really? Are you sure?

OK, I'm still locked in mortal combat/loving hugs with my frenemy, The Universe. It's just that during these weeks the arena is a lot smaller and the participants (OK, well one of the participants) tires a lot more quickly.

Take yesterday. The sun is out, the oldest is feeling especially coolio because a song he likes has come on the radio, and so he asks me if we can put all the car windows down. Now this makes zero sense to me, because if you put all the windows down, it's a lot harder to hear the song, but I don't say that, I just coolio Mom put all four windows down. And he beams and sort of sings along but in a coolio way and so we're coolio all the way home. Super-coolio.

When we get home, just as I finish putting up the windows, I hear an odd sound from the back, like cellophane being crinkled by a really angry person. So I stare at one of the back windows in complete confusion, which action makes no sense, because they're fully up, and why would glass make that sound? MINUS 20 COOLIO POINTS.

I shrug, and we get out and open the back doors to get the oldest's guitar stuff out, and I hear the sound again. This time I'm immediately Spidey-sensey able to spot it with pinpoint accuracy, so I go to the back of the car to get a better look at the enormous cicada that has flown into the car and is now trying furiously to escape through the back windshield. The poor thing is wedging himself in tighter and tighter with each effort and glaring at me with its beady little cicada eyes. Under the circumstances I do the only thing I can do: I turn to the oldest and say, "Go get your father".

(See, you're all like, "What? Wow, she such a ninny!" right now, I know you are. But hi, I didn't want the cicada to get hurt during the extrication, and with my luck I'd end up beheading it. Also, certain bugs - ones that move quickly - make me do an involuntary sort of dance that involves jerky movements and scale-sliding vocalizations. Among these are spiders, cicadas, and any unknown bug on a ceiling - insect speed not a factor.)

My husband comes out and assesses the situation without asking nearly as many questions as you might think (he's somewhat used to me, afterall), and then he asks for something to slip under it. I hand him the magazine I have in my purse (SavorNC, a gorgeous publication filled with Carolinian awesomeness), and he attempts a rescue several times, but the cicada just keeps sidestepping it and then hurtling headlong into the windshield anew.

My husband: This isn't working.

Me: But it's a really good magazine! (MINUS 50 COOLIO POINTS)

My husband: Do you have something less bulky?

Me: Here.

My husband: A stick? Did you just hand me a stick?

Me: Well, we're outside.

My husband: I can't use this. I'd impale him. OK, I'm going to pinch his wings together.

Me: But gently! (MINUS 100 COOLIO POINTS)

And that's what my husband does, deftly toting the cicada outside of the car then releasing him. The cicada flies off to God knows where while I shimmy and shudder and shriek like a ninny. (MINUS ANY REMAINING COOLIO POINTS)

The End.

Aren't you sorry you asked?

Monday, July 18, 2011

Phonophoto of the day

Best eggs in town

(side note: when Breakfast Of Course first opened, I was firmly in the night room camp. Sometime in the last few months, I've grown to strongly prefer the day room, though I cannot explain why exactly I have ever held any preference whatsoever.)

(channeling Lita Ford) He call me blueberry, blueberry, blueberry, very blue

The youngest firmly believes in donning proper and specific attire for nearly any activity, which means when I suggested we go pick blueberries, he immediately shouted, "Quickly! My farmer hat!"

He was quite vigorous in his suggestion that I put my hair into twin braids, but I told him I thought the proper blueberry hairdo was a simple ponytail. He looked skeptical then said he'd "let it slide this time and hey, Mommy, where's my farmer shirt?"

Season's almost done. Y'all get on your pickin' duds and skedaddle over. Bandaid stamps over eyes optional.

Sprinkle's Blueberry Farm
more area pick-your-own opportunities

Sunday, July 17, 2011

Phonophoto of the day

The garlic's abloom! And in desperate need of weeding! Thankfully the garlic has withstood my Darwinian approach this year, as have the strawberries, the muscadines, and the blackberry bushes. If you're thinking those sound awfully like plants you've heard of before, ones already firmly embedded*, you're right; this year I planted nothing**. Go, me!

For those of you less garden-neglectful than I, WXII has some sort of local contest going on. Someone go win it.

* bah-dum-bum!

** yes, the pig is nakie.

Saturday, July 16, 2011

Phonophoto of the day

Central Library

ringringring covetcovetcovet

New local etsy love is up in the righthand column, and because I have a nearly pathological love of seaside kitsch, I draw your attention to the ring. The fabulous ring!

True story: during our summers in Maine, from roughly the ages of six to nine, I used to sell seashells for a nickel apiece to the daytrippers who came on the ferry from the nearby harbor. I'd earnestly tell them that yes, there was a whole cove of shells behind me and my bucket, but those were the ones I'd left behind. For a reason. I made out like a bandit.

Also, while all of this week's items are fantastic, only one could be used to threaten eyegouging. Again, the ring.

Thank you for supporting local artisans!

Thursday, July 14, 2011

Phonophoto of the day

Especially glorious days can be extended by catching fireflies. Fact.

Local Giftery

A sweet and true friend of mine is getting married in late August. Accordingly I'm having a grand time looking for the gift.

She and her betrothed are both longstanding professionals who've had plenty of time to accumulate the necessities for a household (plus I have an aversion to registries), so I'm on the prowl for something fantastic, something holy frijole, something that says I'm so happy for you and I love you and also I might be a leeeetle crazy.

Anyway, this is one of my favorite places to ogle such locally.

(Esbette and Mr. Esbette got Prince tickets for their gift.)

AFAS/Red Dog Gallery

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Phonophoto of the day

I suspect the birds are baked right onto the wire.

Cloverdale Kitchen

Summer is a good time to breakfast out with a kid or two. Today I'm introducing the oldest to the best diner French toast in town.

Cloverdale Kitchen

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Phonophoto of the day

Coming home from "history camp" yesterday, the youngest spotted a van that read South Fork Electric: Our Prices Won't Shock You! In such high spirits already, he couldn't stop laughing for a good five minutes.

Thank you, Old Salem.

Popcorn Fanatic

Sadly not available in TaB flavor.

Popcorn Fanatic

Local Hi, Grandma!

Reynolda Farm Tour
Sunday, July 17, 2011
2 PM
Members/students $10, non-members $15

In 1917, Reynolda was seen as the experimental farm to which students of agriculture, dairy production, and animal husbandry in this region would look for the newest and best farming methods. Join us for a two-hour walking tour of the barns, dairy, and staff quarters, and listen to oral histories of the people who lived and worked on the estate.

My grandmother, my father's mother, was the original Lucy Hadley Cash. She worked at the Reynolds estate, and her oral history is available for listening there. (She was a teacher in the school, which is now a jewelry store completely interiorly devoid of any historic charm whatsoever.)

Reynolda House Museum of American Art

Monday, July 11, 2011

Phonophoto of the day

South Hawthorne

Sadly PBs wasn't yet open first thing this morning when Jon Lowder and I had coffee at nearby Cafe Roche.

subject of much of our conversation: offspring at the beginning of the teens v. offspring nearing the end of the teens

boiled down:
wanting more information about the decisions they're making v. wanting much, much less information

re PB's:
I agree with this

1000 block of Marshall

When I was expecting the oldest but before I knew we could limit our search to boy names, I briefly considered one girl name for its meaning alone: "thorny little cactus". Lucy means "full of light". So yawn.

Hey, anyone know why these catci (and many more) are here?

Saturday, July 09, 2011

Phonophoto of the day

I was going to put this up yesterday but forgot, total shocker. Anyway, monsoon!

Local Like an Idiot

Me, that is. Blathering. I've been away for so long that now I feel the way I do when I see a cherished friend I haven't seen in far too long. I'm all Squeeee! and How are you? and How's your mom? and Hey, wow, do you remember whoosie doosie? Interspersed with spontaneous hugs and gushing over haircuts and weight loss and how much children have grown.

That said

1. New local etsy love is up! I've been lovin' on local etsy artisans for over two years now, and I am still without fail wowed when I pick the week's items. (These items actually went up Thursday, but I forgot to tell you, and traditionally I rotate the items on Saturday, so now I'm back on schedule. Holy cow, you didn't really need that much info, did you. Squeee! How's your mom?) Thank you for supporting local artisans!

2. I just got home from a low cost rabies clinic at Reynolda Manor (today 11-2, microchipping also available). We took Pep to one a few weeks back out in Rural Hall, also done by Humane Solution, but they ran out of vacc'es at the tail end, right before Salsa could get hers. So today was the next opportunity and away the oldest and I went, because these clinics are very well run and the volunteers at them incredibly helpful.

Alas three dogs some distance from us got into a rather heated altercation -- lunging and growling and gnashing of teeth only, thankfully. But that was enough for Salsa to go into shepherd mode, pushing the oldest and I into a clump behind her haunches so she could bark noisily in our defense. Then it began to thunder, which calls for a different response (cower, whimper, and try to hide behind our haunches). She alternated between the two personae until it was her turn for the shot. In short, good times. Oh, wow, I love your hair! How's whoosie-doosie? Cute shoes!

Friday, July 08, 2011

Local Available for Adoption

photo credit: FCAC
The county shelter has Presiosa, shown above, listed as a labrador retriever, and she does have the super sweet face of one, but if I had to guess I'd say her luxurious coat harks back more to a flat-coated retriever.

(One of the things I read about and for half a hot second considered during my time spent holding down the chaise: genetic testing to determine the household dogs' canine heritage. But I rather like referencing my Germalian Black & Tans. It suits.)

Local Talent

The EM Gallery at Krankies (211 E. Third, W-S) has an exceptionally cool show running through the 16th of this month. (Yes, it's been up for ages, but alas, I have not.)

So all of the pieces feature fire extinguishers, though some are nearly unrecognizable as such at first glance. Others are recognizable but decorated* or adorned* with such care and sheer talent that I frankly forgot I was looking at an extinguisher. All are pretty much fabulous.

below, from left to right: pieces by Clark Whittington, Kait Neely, Woodie Anderson

not shown: roughly 25 more very creative takes on the seldom lauded until needed extinguisher

Clark Whittington/art-o-mat
Kait Neely
Woodie Anderson

* these are not the right words. I can't find the word I mean, but it sounds entirely less AC Moorish.

Thursday, July 07, 2011

tap, tap, tap This thing on?

I'm still not even close to up to speed, but I wanted to pop in and say thank you. Thank you for the sweet emails catching me up on what's going on around town so I won't feel left out, thank you for the utterly wonderful items that have mysteriously appeared on my doorstep, and thank everyone for all your thoughts and prayers.

They worked! I'm a-mendin'! But wow, is this slow, and I am so impatient to get back to normalcy. I'm still wildly (self-diagnosed) ADD, but now it's like I suffer from narcolepsy, too, because I'll be skittery scattery and all of a sudden, BOOM, I am just full on exhausted. Physically and mentally.

Please bear with me a little longer. I offer you a new phonophoto for your trouble! I spotted this random bit of awesome while walking into Edward McKay to stock up on reading material the day before I went into the hospital. I have no idea who made this and stapled it to the pole in the parking lot, but I thank said artist wholeheartedly, because unexpected art encounters are (a) the bomb diggity and (b) very good medicine for the soul. In short I interpreted it as a good omen from my frenemy, The Universe, and it was.

Back soon,