Friday, November 29, 2013

Mattie Culver was a Mill Worker

Mattie Culver was a Mill Worker

Paul Boruff sings The Song of the Spinners.
Textile mill workers began at a very young age.
The Song of the Spinners appeared in the Lowell Offering in 1841.
Child labor laws were begun because of the conditions,
hours and ages of these young mill workers.

I use this song when lecturing about Mattie Shipley Culver. Mattie and her siblings worked in the textile mills in Massachusetts and New York. Mattie eventually died of Tuberculosis and is buried in Yellowstone National Park.


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Wednesday, November 20, 2013

Harvesting

Harvesting


Here's my first harvest of the greenhouse season.
Well, that's not totally true, we have been eating
lettuce and spinach for quite some time.

Yes my cucumbers are ready and very tasty I might add.


Monday, November 18, 2013

Greenhouse Glory

Greenhouse Glory

It is enjoyable to begin the day by walking into the greenhouse
and being greeted by my plants.




 Gardening is akin to writing stories. No experience could have taught me more about grief or flowers, about achieving survival by going, your fingers in the ground, the limit of physical exhaustion.- Eudora Welty


Wednesday, November 13, 2013

New Carpet

New Carpet

Out with the old carpet.


In with the new carpet.


Wednesday, November 6, 2013

Gardening

Gardening
I can't say enough about how I feel when I enter the greenhouse
and am greeted by my garden.
My winter crops are thriving and I'm excited about eating their gifts.
Herbs abound and I have fresh tastes for my recipes from basil and cilantro to oregano.

Lettuce for us and and rabbit.


Although only about 3 inches I look forward to cucumbers very soon.


Cilantro.


My tomatoes are still small but blooms are forming.


The Poinsettias are starting to show their Christmas color.



Flowers and plants always brighten my mood.









Monday, November 4, 2013

Missing Paul

Missing Paul

I miss him so much. I know he's only across town.
It is, however, a hospital and sometimes it seems they don't know what they're doing.
I'm sure it's just because they don't want to tell to much.

No one really talks to each other like people anymore.
They talk to each other like corporations, which I guess is the political climate.

I want him to be home soon.


Here is a song from the hospital bed.

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