Saturday, January 25, 2020

Look, a New Day has Begun

"I must wait for the sunrise
I must think of a new life
And I mustn't give in."

Midnight not a sound from the pavement
Has the moon lost her memory?
She is smiling alone
In the lamplight, the withered leaves collect at my feet
And the wind begins to moan

Memory, all alone in the moonlight
I can dream of the old days
I was beautiful then
I remember the time I knew what happiness was
Let the memory live again

Every street lamp seems to beat
A fatalistic warning
Someone mutters and the street lamp sputters
And soon
It will be morning

I must wait for the sunrise
I must think of a new life
And I mustn't give in.

When the dawn comes
Tonight will be a memory too
And a new day will begin

Burnt out ends of smoky days
The stale cold smell of morning
A street lamp dies; another night is over
Another day is dawning

Touch me!
It's so easy to leave me
All alone with the memory
Of my days in the sun
If you touch me, you''ll understand what happiness is
Look, a new day has begun.

Lyrics by Trevor Nunn based on a poem by T. S. Eliot
Music by Andrew Lloyd Webber
Performed by Barbra Streisand ~ nobody does it better!
Sunrise ~ Sunset

Wednesday, January 22, 2020

Snowman & Pikachu

"Toyland . . . Once you pass its borders
You can never return again . . . "

. . . but sometimes you can, like when you're
wearing your cozy new Christmas socks and sitting
beneath the tree with Snowman & Pikachu


~ from ~
Babes in Toyland

When you've grown up my dears,
and are as old as I,
you'll often ponder on the years
that roll so swiftly by, my dears,
that roll so swiftly by.

And of the many lands
you will have journeyed through,
you'll oft recall the best of all
the land your childhood knew,
the land your childhood knew.

Toyland! Toyland!
Dear little girl and boy land
While you dwell within it
You are ever happy then
Childhood’s joyland
Mystic, merry toyland
Once you pass its borders
You can never return again

When you’ve grown up, my dears
there comes a dreary day
when ‘mid the locks of black appears
the first pale gleam of gray, my dears,
the first pale gleam of gray

Then of the past you’ll dream
as gray haired grown-ups do
and seek once more its phantom shore
the land your childhood knew,
the land your childhood knew.

Lyrics by Glen MacDonough (1870–1924)
Music by Victor August Herbert (1859 – 1924)
Performed by Lillian Watson (b 1947)

Disney Version Lyrics


Other Favorite Covers
Johnny Mathis & Doris Day

19 Years Ago ~ Christmas 2000
As you can see, Pikachu has been with us for many a
Christmas, as have the lacing cards -- and Johnny Mathis!

Sunday, January 19, 2020

Willow Willow Willow

Thanks to my friend Katy for the
Black & Gold Willow Tier Plates!

I have loved traditional Blue Willow since forever!
Just like the children in the paintings,
I always had my breakfast on a Blue Willow plate & bowl
when I stayed with my grandparents in Kansas!

Not to mention Christmas Willow!

Gerry and I later became fans of the pale blue
Chinese Legend

And I was aware of Red Willow . . .

. . . and Rose / Pink Willow

But I never knew until this Christmas
that it came in Black . . .

. . . and better yet, in Black and Gold!
Purdue Snazzy!


Medieval Willow Song
Quoted by Shakespeare, in Othello:

“The poor soul sat sighing by a sycamore tree,
Sing all a green willow, willow willow willow,
With his hand in his bosom and his head upon his knee.
Oh willow, willow, willow
Shall be my garland. . . . "


And on the informative Orwell Today Blog, this
delightful post of poems directly related to the plates:

1. Two Birds Flying High

Two birds flying high
a little ship sailing by
a Chinese castle here it stands
facing many, many lands
a little bridge with three men on
a willow tree, that ends my song

2. Two Pigeons Flying High

Two pigeons flying high
Chinese vessel sailing by
Weeping Willow hanging or
Bridge with three men if not four
Chinese Temple here it stands
Seems to cover all the land
Apple tree with apples on
A pretty fence to end my song

3. There Were Two Birds A Flying High

There were two birds a flying high
A China ship a passing by
A China house see there it stands
As fine as any in the land
And if you look a little closer
You will see three men if not four
An apple tree with apples on
And a bridge beneath the sun

4. Far Away Within the East

Far away within the East,
A monarch kept his state.
And near him, just across the bridge,
There lived a prince (see plate).
The monarch had a daughter fair.
The prince in love was he.
"No, no, good man," the monarch said,
"My daughter stays with me."
Across the bridge the lovers fled.
The king pursued irate.
They hied them to a little boat,
And sailed away (see plate).
Alas the stormy winds did blow
As cruel as cruel could be.
They dashed the boat upon the rocks,
and drowned them in the sea.
But changed to bird by fairies kind
Their spirits rose elate.
And even now about the king
They hover still (see plate).

Thursday, January 16, 2020

Panama Bag Around the World

Here we are in Raleigh, North Carolina
at Bittersweet ~ Cocktails, Coffee, Desserts ~

Thanks to Gerry not only for this year's calendar theme but also for the Panama Bag itself! In May 2002, this flashy and intricate hand - crafted bag was my souvenir from Gerry's business trip to Panama. As I have tried to faithfully document, it has been my constant travel companion ever since and has only recently, after nearly two decades, started showing serious signs of wear. I have re-stitched the toucan's eye and promised the Panama Bag at least a few more trips and new horizons in 2020.

In keeping with my friend Megan's mantra for the New Year
-- Clearer Vision in 20 / 20! --
look closely and you can see my father - in - law's
reading glasses left behind on the table . . .
as well as one of Sam's Purdue
football jackets on the newel post!

Crosby Kitchen

Bangkok Breakfast

Amelia Island Boardwalk

Florida Footpath

Palo Alto Peaceful Stream

Sonoma Headboard

Salida Literary Conference

Indiana State Fair

Bloomington Al Fresco

Merseyside Royal Mail

San Francisco Poolside

Texas After - Christmas Sale

Everyday Custom & Ceremony ~ 2012
Mona's Clothes ~ 2012
Moons of Wintertime and Beyond ~ 2013
Never Quite the Same ~ 2014
Homes That We Love ~ 2014
814 ~ Where It Was Almost Always Christmas ~ 2015
Time for a Moondance ~ 2015
Love Me, Love My Cats! ~ 2015
A Day in the Garden ~ 2016
Team McCartney ~ 2017
Full Moon Night ~ Full Moon Year ~ 2017
Wishing You Were Here ~ 2018
Time to Travel ~ 2019
Panama Bag ~ 2020


Runners Up
A few more favorite Panama Bag Pics


Cafe Presse at the Palazzo

City Lights Bookstore ~ San Francisco

Dana Point, California

The Unsinkable Molly Brown House ~ Denver

Legion of Honor Museum ~ San Francisco

The Runcible Spoon ~ Bloomington, Indiana

Blanton Museum of Art ~ University of Texas at Austin


"The start of a decade always seems ten times as auspicious
as the beginning of a mere new year."

~ Thomas Mallon ~

Friday, January 10, 2020

A Toast to Time

"We drank a toast to innocence
We drank a toast to now . . .

We drank a toast to time . . ."

A toast to Auld Lang Syne
to love, to friends, to neighbors . . .

one of whom left behind this cute hat,
with gloves tucked inside;
if yours, they will be totally safe here
as a feature of the holiday decor
until you have a moment to claim!

Tuesday, January 7, 2020

Shiny Bright

Fuqua is in total admiration of the Christmas tree!
Or as one of our neighbors said, He is in - cat -uated!

Thanks to so many friends and relatives who said this photo
should be in a contest or in an ad or on a Christmas card;
and especially to my little brother Aaron who said,
"That's a great picture and a beautiful tree. It looks
like something out of a Christmas Ideals book."

Wow! Thanks A! No greater praise!
We often joke around our house that for Gerry and the boys there are only two season: Football and Waiting for Football; and for me that translates to Christmas and Waiting for Christmas. This photo, seems to capture both seasons simultaneously -- both the waiting and the actualization, since in each one there is always more than a bit of the other!
A few new favorites every year ~
so much fun to acquire and admire!

Vintage Shiny Brites ~
I've loved them all my life!

Friday, January 3, 2020

On the What Day of Christmas?

Happy Tenth Day of Christmas!

Thanks to Liz and Magan
for posting these timely funnies!

We're only three days into 2020, so a few continued mix - ups are understandable. It always takes awhile to settle in, especially when it's not just a new year but also a new decade: The Roaring Twenties! Not to mention that the new year began on a Wednesday this year, making Thursday seem like Monday and Friday like Tuesday. Perhaps a weekend of rest will help clear the confusion. Although resuming the holiday festivities (my plan) over the weekend, might also set us back a bit.

These cartoons remind of the time when I walked into my son's preschool just as the teacher addressed the class: "So can we agree that it is Wednesday?" Apparently a couple of outliers were holding out for a different day! They were working on days of the week, and there was no moving forward in the lesson until the group was able to reach a consensus. I loved the implication that whether or not it was indeed Wednesday or otherwise, the important thing at that moment was to be in one unanimous accord!

Wednesday, January 1, 2020

Good Morning 2020:
The Earth Says "Hello!"

Starting the New Year on a happy note with this feel - good song from 1969:
" song song sing, sing sing sing song..."

Good Morning Starshine

Good morning starshine, the earth says "Hello"
You twinkle above us, We twinkle below
Good morning starshine, you lead us along
My love and me as we sing our early morning singing song
Gliddy glup gloopy nibby nabby nooby la la la lo lo
Sabba sibby sabba nooby abba nabba le le lo lo
Tooby ooby walla nooby abba nabba
Early morning singing song

Good morning starshine, the earth says "Hello"
You twinkle above us, We twinkle below
Good morning starshine, You lead us along
My love and me as we sing our early morning singing song
Gliddy glup gloopy nibby nabby nooby la la la lo lo
Sabba sibby sabba nooby abba nabba le le lo lo
Tooby ooby walla nooby abba nabba
Early morning singing song

Singing a song, humming a song, singing a song
Loving a song, laughing a song, sing the song
Sing the song, song the sing
Song, song, song, sing, sing, sing, sing song

written by James Rado, Gerome Ragni Galt MacDermot
performed by Oliver

Where I Saw the Wooden Stars (pictured above)

Christmas Shopping in Prague

My friend Anne visited this same puppet store a week later!

Our Favorite Art Shop