I'm sure this doesn't surprise anyone that Marthas Vineyard is a playground for the well heeled. We sat in the ferry terminal to be loaded with the trucks and watched as this woman took her horse to line up. Bus after bus load of people loaded onto the ferry. And this is still the off season. We were jammed in the ferry so tightly, Jim had four inches on one side and six on the other while I held my breath sure we were scraping the truck next to us. We couldn't open the door, (nor could anyone next to us,) to get out and walk around for the 40 minute ride. Makes me shiver at the thought of being trapped in a motor home should something go terribly wrong.
On the island, we drove around and gawked a bit before we got to our campsite. Jim just got the bikes hooked to the back of the Bronco before the rain started. Even so, the difference in this place and New Bedford is starkly apparent. Both have beautiful harbors, but this is play land and New Bedford is a working town. The wealth of nations is always built on the backs of the working man. New Bedford, the wealthiest city in the world at one time, has a history of those men in their Seaman's Bethel. Here, seaman came to pray before they stepped aboard their boats and kissed their sweethearts goodbye. When they didn't return, they placed engraved plates in the Bethel to honor and remember them. There were many, many of these/
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
MOVING ON AND A RECIPE
Leaving the cousin "spoilers" yesterday, we headed for Marthas Vineyard. Everyone describes it as beautiful and appealing with no fast food places or billboards. Its expensive to bring cars on the island so traffic is light. At one time the best mode of transportation on the island for day visitors was hitchhiking. The locals biked. They now have a good bus system.
We're hauling our motor home over on the freight ferry with the trucks that deliver goods. We spent the night at Buzzards Bay; walked around town under a huge black cloud that rained in the distance. A railroad bridge over the Cape Cod Canal, connects the island with the rest of Massachusetts. This bridge lifts up 135 feet to allow boats under it. It was put in service by the WPA in 1935 and for many years was the longest lift span in the world. Now, at 544 feet, its the second longest. Its a beauty.
Five trains a day still run over this amazing bridge. We parked at the Eagles Club in Buzzards Bay and had an impromptu concert by a bagpiper. Later the drummers came to practice as well. How cool is that?
Yesterday, I promised a recipe for French meat pie, and here it is:
You make a double pie crust, a bit short. The filling:
Brown a half lb. ground pork and half lb ground beef, 90% lean, if you can get it. Mix in one chopped onion and a stalk of celery and continue cooking until soft. Salt to taste.Then add to the pan two large previously cooked russet potatoes, mashed but unseasoned. Stir this around until everything is well mixed. Add a bit of water if it seems dry. It should be the consistency of hash. Season liberally with poultry seasoning, about a 1/2 package of Bells. Then a tsp each of nutmeg and cinnamon. Fill the pie, top with crust, and bake for an hour at 350*. Hope yours turns out as good as mine. Better second day if you can leave it alone that long.
We're hauling our motor home over on the freight ferry with the trucks that deliver goods. We spent the night at Buzzards Bay; walked around town under a huge black cloud that rained in the distance. A railroad bridge over the Cape Cod Canal, connects the island with the rest of Massachusetts. This bridge lifts up 135 feet to allow boats under it. It was put in service by the WPA in 1935 and for many years was the longest lift span in the world. Now, at 544 feet, its the second longest. Its a beauty.
Five trains a day still run over this amazing bridge. We parked at the Eagles Club in Buzzards Bay and had an impromptu concert by a bagpiper. Later the drummers came to practice as well. How cool is that?
Yesterday, I promised a recipe for French meat pie, and here it is:
You make a double pie crust, a bit short. The filling:
Brown a half lb. ground pork and half lb ground beef, 90% lean, if you can get it. Mix in one chopped onion and a stalk of celery and continue cooking until soft. Salt to taste.Then add to the pan two large previously cooked russet potatoes, mashed but unseasoned. Stir this around until everything is well mixed. Add a bit of water if it seems dry. It should be the consistency of hash. Season liberally with poultry seasoning, about a 1/2 package of Bells. Then a tsp each of nutmeg and cinnamon. Fill the pie, top with crust, and bake for an hour at 350*. Hope yours turns out as good as mine. Better second day if you can leave it alone that long.
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
COUSINS
We all face that time when we become the older generation and we only have cousins left. The memories must be kept alive and passed down or who would know that Aunt Rose wore a Dolly Parton wig? You mean that wasn't her real hair? (That's Mike.)
I remember she came into the restaurant where I worked and none of the waitresses would wait on her because she was so demanding. (Sue with Ricky.)
Do you remember the year Camello and Jeanette put on the movie of us as kids meeting Santa while we were playing Santa with our kids?
Oh yeah! The year I played Santa Claus, I had to wear extra pillows. (Lucy)
Holy Cow! You traveled 7,000 miles in your motor home this year and that's only half way? (Terri.)
Cousins are fun. They welcomed me like a long lost sister even as I struggled to keep new names straight with new faces. (Danny.)
Camello and Jeanette were celebrating their 57th anniversary. When asked how they met, Camello told us serious stories about his difficult life in Italy during the war, his parents killed, bombings, hunger. And then, his transition to America and a new life. So much history and great memories in one family.
I met almost all of Jim's (matriarchal) cousins and identified with the fun of slogging down memory lane, telling stories on each other and laughing a lot.
Earlier in the day, Jim's cousins Jackie Nicol and Ray Fontenin stopped by the motor home and brought pictures and spent a couple hours reminiscing. Jackie has two grown biological children, and 9 adopted kids. Talk about a powerful accomplishment. She is the keeper of the genealogy and gave Jim some paperwork to help him keep track of everyone. (Men are often not good about that kind of stuff.)
Later that night, we had another great feast with Bob and Donna, entertainers extraordinaire. We ate the two "different" meat pies, French and Portuguese. Both delicious but we gave the Dave Souza meat pie the edge.
Dave's pie is the small one. Recipe later.
I remember she came into the restaurant where I worked and none of the waitresses would wait on her because she was so demanding. (Sue with Ricky.)
Do you remember the year Camello and Jeanette put on the movie of us as kids meeting Santa while we were playing Santa with our kids?
Oh yeah! The year I played Santa Claus, I had to wear extra pillows. (Lucy)
Holy Cow! You traveled 7,000 miles in your motor home this year and that's only half way? (Terri.)
Cousins are fun. They welcomed me like a long lost sister even as I struggled to keep new names straight with new faces. (Danny.)
Camello and Jeanette were celebrating their 57th anniversary. When asked how they met, Camello told us serious stories about his difficult life in Italy during the war, his parents killed, bombings, hunger. And then, his transition to America and a new life. So much history and great memories in one family.
I met almost all of Jim's (matriarchal) cousins and identified with the fun of slogging down memory lane, telling stories on each other and laughing a lot.
Earlier in the day, Jim's cousins Jackie Nicol and Ray Fontenin stopped by the motor home and brought pictures and spent a couple hours reminiscing. Jackie has two grown biological children, and 9 adopted kids. Talk about a powerful accomplishment. She is the keeper of the genealogy and gave Jim some paperwork to help him keep track of everyone. (Men are often not good about that kind of stuff.)
Later that night, we had another great feast with Bob and Donna, entertainers extraordinaire. We ate the two "different" meat pies, French and Portuguese. Both delicious but we gave the Dave Souza meat pie the edge.
Dave's pie is the small one. Recipe later.
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Monday, June 7, 2010
NEW ENGLAND SPECIALTIES
New England specialties for Jim is getting to see his cousins, Bob and Donna Parker of Dartmouth.
The south has nothing on New England when it comes to hospitality. Bob and Donna have made it a point to make sure we are comfortable, (we're parked in their yard) and that I get to taste everything New England has to offer and then some.First they introduced us to their favorite fish market in a pouring rain. You need to be first in the door, Bob told us. He is a retired school teacher but his sideline was lobstering. He educated me roundly on lobsters, oysters, tools, quahogs, star fish, sea shells, their uses and more.
Months before we arrived in Jim's old stomping grounds, he had been hankering for a real, live Maine lobster with his cousin Bob and a real French meat pie. Donna, also a retired school teacher, still works part time as a consultant and her specialty is a clam boil. So she got all the ingredients for a clam boil. Jim, of course, has tasted all these wonders before. I'm the newby. On the way home from the fish market, Donna took us to meet her teacher friend, Dave, whose sideline is making Portuguese meat pies and gravy, a local specialty. We bought some to take home.
First, she soaks the clams in deep water with salt to spit out the sand. Floaters are tossed. Donna puts lingueisa, hot dogs, and pork sausages in net bags. Then arranges the potatoes on the bottom. The clams layer next with the meat to the side. The clams need room to open. The onions and corn on top. Seasoned with garlic power, pepper, and salt. About 2 inches of water to steam everything for 45 minutes.
Then Donna brought out a stuffed quahog to snack on while we waited for the clams to boil. When she makes them the clam is ground with the juice and onions, peppers, parsley, bread and seasonings. Yum.
Bob then taught me how to properly prepare a lobster for the pot. You prop it on its claws and pet it until it sleeps. Then when it goes into the pot, it won't move and all the juice stays in the tail.
I thought he was teasing, but its true. They will remain in position and die instantly when their heads hit the water. So, we sat for the feast.
Sometime between fish market and feast, Donna went out and found a French meat pie and surprised Jim with it. So, we feast again another day and compare meat pies.
There is a large Portuguese population in the area. Donna, who is half Portuguese, came to the door on Sunday morning with a special treat from her favorite bakery, a loaf of Portuguese Sweet Bread and a meltingly delicious doughnut called a "mollie". Foodies like me live for moments like this.
We are becoming so spoiled. I can't wait for them to visit California so I can return the favor.
This may be dirty pool, but while Donna was went back to the car in the rain, Bob held her purse. And good sport that he is, he let me take this dashing picture of him.
The south has nothing on New England when it comes to hospitality. Bob and Donna have made it a point to make sure we are comfortable, (we're parked in their yard) and that I get to taste everything New England has to offer and then some.First they introduced us to their favorite fish market in a pouring rain. You need to be first in the door, Bob told us. He is a retired school teacher but his sideline was lobstering. He educated me roundly on lobsters, oysters, tools, quahogs, star fish, sea shells, their uses and more.
Months before we arrived in Jim's old stomping grounds, he had been hankering for a real, live Maine lobster with his cousin Bob and a real French meat pie. Donna, also a retired school teacher, still works part time as a consultant and her specialty is a clam boil. So she got all the ingredients for a clam boil. Jim, of course, has tasted all these wonders before. I'm the newby. On the way home from the fish market, Donna took us to meet her teacher friend, Dave, whose sideline is making Portuguese meat pies and gravy, a local specialty. We bought some to take home.
First, she soaks the clams in deep water with salt to spit out the sand. Floaters are tossed. Donna puts lingueisa, hot dogs, and pork sausages in net bags. Then arranges the potatoes on the bottom. The clams layer next with the meat to the side. The clams need room to open. The onions and corn on top. Seasoned with garlic power, pepper, and salt. About 2 inches of water to steam everything for 45 minutes.
Then Donna brought out a stuffed quahog to snack on while we waited for the clams to boil. When she makes them the clam is ground with the juice and onions, peppers, parsley, bread and seasonings. Yum.
Bob then taught me how to properly prepare a lobster for the pot. You prop it on its claws and pet it until it sleeps. Then when it goes into the pot, it won't move and all the juice stays in the tail.
I thought he was teasing, but its true. They will remain in position and die instantly when their heads hit the water. So, we sat for the feast.
Sometime between fish market and feast, Donna went out and found a French meat pie and surprised Jim with it. So, we feast again another day and compare meat pies.
There is a large Portuguese population in the area. Donna, who is half Portuguese, came to the door on Sunday morning with a special treat from her favorite bakery, a loaf of Portuguese Sweet Bread and a meltingly delicious doughnut called a "mollie". Foodies like me live for moments like this.
We are becoming so spoiled. I can't wait for them to visit California so I can return the favor.
This may be dirty pool, but while Donna was went back to the car in the rain, Bob held her purse. And good sport that he is, he let me take this dashing picture of him.
Sunday, June 6, 2010
NEW BEDFORD WHALING NATIONAL HISTORIC PARK MASSACHUSETTS
New Bedford whaling stretched 'round the world to the frigid waters of the Arctic, the South Seas, Alaska, the South Seas, South America to Hudson's Bay. Fishermen of every race and color lived and died to light up the world with whale oil. Whaling made great fortunes for a few upon the grueling hard work of brave sailors who stood the rolling decks and chased the largest mammal on earth with a strong arm and a sharp spear. They were a religious lot as they faced each new voyage with a prayer that they might return. Their wives and families had to be independent and strong as they too prayed their men would return.
Many of the citizens of this town are descendants of these whalers. In the late 1960's and early 1970's, when the old buildings and warehouses were degrading, and progressives anxious to tear them down, the citizens managed to save the the essential aspects of the still working, 13 block waterfront. It is now designated as National Historical Park Massachusetts. The park designates preservation and protection but individual groups own and operate the buildings, including the best Whaling Museum in the world.
Great leviathan skeletons hang three floors above the open gallery below. Difficult to photograph as you can imagine.
A small blue whale, only 48 feet long, washed up on shore approximately 10 years ago. It sits next to a whaler small boat, the kind the whalers used to attack the giants. The bones were soaked in cow and elephant manure to draw the oil out of the bones. New Bedford was used as the setting for the book, Moby Dick by Herman Melville.
Tools of the trade were simple. These shoes were worn by men expected to climb aboard the slippery giants as it was winched aboard and cut up for rendering. They needed weather hardy clothing, knives, spears, perhaps a bible, paper, pen, tobacco and gloves.
Quarters were tight. The beds so short, we wouldn't be able to stretch out in them. The area was stifling hot and had to enclose their sea chests containing personal belongings. The sitting area, just the free flooring space, was approximately ten by eight. Most spent their free time on deck during the day.
Many artistic renderings of what it was like to be a whaler. The danger, the drama of the hunt and the high seas. But the real story is told in the sailors journals through drawings, plaintive prayers, letters home,
Boredom between sightings gave them time to write, draw and carve. The scrimshaw collection in this museum is vast and of high quality. Carving helped while away long confined hours. The sailors told stories, played cards and sometimes fought with their mates.
Portrait of a "Friend". Many Quakers settled this area, and some Ship Captains were Quakers as well. They often faced a conflicting conscience about how little their men were paid and how they lived aboard the ships. The Friends played a significant role in New Bedford. They paid Blacks equal wages. They didn't sneak in a bit of illegal slave trade on their boats when they ranged afar, as some did. And, the underground railroad flourished here with much help from the Friends.
The story of the escaped slave Frederick Douglass is here, the only known painting of him; his growth as a great orator and champion of freedom. There are great anecdotes here from his children.
With 500, and later over 600 boats sailing from New Bedford alone, with nearby whaling in Nantucket and whaling in Monterey and Carmel California, the whales were hunted to scarcity. The Whalers from New Bedford challenged the waters of the Arctic with help from the Inupiat Indians of Barrow, Alaska. The Norwegians also launched a huge whaling industry. And, in recent years, Japan. They've finally quit hunting whales within the last four years.
But, it was petroleum saved the whales from outright extinction, and the people of New Bedford have saved this wonderful place for us.
The cobblestone streets have been preserved. A walk around the district has many historic buildings.
This bank building, for instance. It was two banks. The Captains entered on the right. The skilled laborers on the left. Two banks in one and the same building.
The Mariners home, The Seaman's Bethel, (house of God). More on the Bethel another day.
The last old time whaling boat The Ernestine, that sailed from New Bedford sits unfurled in the harbor.
This is a fantastic museum of a major world port. When the whale hunting slowly gave way, the city turned to textiles and a major glass industry. All is here to learn from and enjoy.
Saturday, June 5, 2010
THE MANSIONS OF NEWPORT, RI.
In the 1800's, Newport, Rhode Island became the playground for the wealthy. New Yorkers built beautiful mansions as second homes to spend summers in the cool weather. Commander Vanderbilt amassed a fortune of $2 million dollars. His son, William doubled it in a few short years. Money begets money and it flowed like water. The Vanderbilts controlled steamship lines and railroads. The summer villa at Newport built by William's son, the modest Cornelius Vanderbilt, had a fifty foot high ceiling, decorated in frescoes marble carvings and gold leaf. The other rooms surrounded this massive central room to the house which had 138,000 square feet. The library has leather walls, another platinum panels. Gold, marble, rich woods and lavish furnishings are complete, here. The opulence reminds one of European castles and royalty. In a sense, these American giants of industry were the first American Royalty.
No pictures were allowed on the inside, though some replicas in the gift shop were from inside the house and made worthy photos. The Vanderbilt story is an interesting one and many good books are available there as well. The picture above is a decorated lamp post on the Breaker's driveway.
The estate gates had just been refurbished to the tune of $35,000. The Vanderbilts kept 40 gardeners busy about the grounds. Its easy to see why these places were impossible to maintain.
The new income tax law of 1913, followed by the great depression, did many of the mansions a lethal blow. If they hadn't put some control on the barrons, America would have been just another Great Britain, with the wealthy upper class and the struggling, working, poor. Glad we can be that some of the largest mansions were saved to become open to the public as the Vanderbilt's Breakers and Cornelius' daughter's nearby mansion, Marble. The Breakers has been open to the public since 1948.
We visited on June 3rd.
You can find other mansions open to the public at this sight and listen to the audio voices of some Vanderbilt children describing what life was like in the big house at the following link:
http://www.newportmansions.org/
The visitor's center in Newport provides a map for visitors to drive around the lavish neighborhoods and gawk. Which we did. You can't see much, the gates and lamp posts make an impressive photos and the atmosphere, shaded woods, acres of lawn and mansions hidden behind then make for a lovely sight, even so.
We also drove around the marinas and yacht clubs in the fog. It had a beauty of its own.
People seem to love living here.
Friday, June 4, 2010
TRAVELING NEW ENGLAND
Celebrating Jim's and Wendy's Anniversary was sweet. This is a couple who have been together for 31 years, married for 19. Wendy's gift to her husband was a set of Anniversary Cards he had given her over the years, passed around and shared. I was touched by how warm and welcoming they were to me, and comforted by their close family ties. Love radiates, here and its beautiful.
With a newly cleaned and scrubbed motor home, inside and out, we moved on to New Port, RI. Traveling in New England, Jim's old stomping grounds, brings out his New England accent, I notice, and he's slavering for those favorite foods from "home". We had steamer clams, Portuguese style, which means the broth is flavored with Chorizo. A sandwich called a "grinder". Jim can't wait to visit his favorite Fish and Chips joint, and the best pizza in the "world." Tomorrow, for sure.
We spent the day looking at New Port's famous mansions of the rich and notable and then drove another 30 miles to his cousin's, Bob and Donna Parker, in Dartmouth, MA. But, more on that tomorrow, since we've almost exceeded our gigabyte limit and we can't upload a raft of pictures. We have to blog sparsely, but its only temporary.
With a newly cleaned and scrubbed motor home, inside and out, we moved on to New Port, RI. Traveling in New England, Jim's old stomping grounds, brings out his New England accent, I notice, and he's slavering for those favorite foods from "home". We had steamer clams, Portuguese style, which means the broth is flavored with Chorizo. A sandwich called a "grinder". Jim can't wait to visit his favorite Fish and Chips joint, and the best pizza in the "world." Tomorrow, for sure.
We spent the day looking at New Port's famous mansions of the rich and notable and then drove another 30 miles to his cousin's, Bob and Donna Parker, in Dartmouth, MA. But, more on that tomorrow, since we've almost exceeded our gigabyte limit and we can't upload a raft of pictures. We have to blog sparsely, but its only temporary.
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
A FRIENDLY TOWN, IVORYTON
Living on the road, you depend on service people you don't know. These nice ladies at Hair Etc, in Ivoryton, took me as a walk in, gave me a great haircut, and then gave me information about good restaurants in the area.
I chuckle when I think about it because they were so enthusiastic and friendly and helpful. Even the customers were suggesting places for us to eat. In the end, they collectively decided one place would fit my agenda, Harbor Seal. The shop's owner had Heather, a customer, write down detailed instructions, while she was getting her hair combed. Its music for an out-of-towner to find such caring assistance and I appreciate those folks who cheerfully bent over backwards to help me find the perfect place to eat.
This friendly gent allowed me to take a picture of him getting ready to board his bike. I liked the license plate, SMOKIN. Way to go, Gramps.
And here you can have a Teeter-Totter on a playground. No one worries these kids will hurt themselves. (They've been banned from playgrounds in California.) Most likely, someone got hurt, and sued, and the insurance companies will no longer insure them. I resent that insurance companies lobby to make their reach into our pockets indispensable and then alter our lives by coding what we can and can't have.
We spent most of the day cleaning the motor home in and out. Its a travel day for us as we head to Newport, RI. Maybe. I left my camera in the restaurant last night. We were helping Jim and Wendy Jaillet celebrate their 19th wedding anniversary.
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Tuesday, June 1, 2010
REMEMBERING
Memorial Day, Wendy Jaillet and daughter Jaime marched 3 miles in the Essex Memorial Day Parade, near Ivoryton. Wendy is a girl scout trip leader. I bought a poppy, forgetting that they still do that. I hadn't seen a vet selling poppies since moving to Murphys.
This county put their flags at half staff for a local man who recently died in Afghanistan.
I'm conflicted because I'm against wars as a way of solving problems because it causes so much pain and sacrifice. The cost is not only human carnage. Right now, the trillions spent on our current conflict could more productively be used to assist nation building and lower our national debt.
Remembering those who served and sacrificed? On this trip since January, I've visited Fort Bowie in Arizona, The huge Pacific War Museum at Fredericksburg, Texas, Chalmette Battlefield, the Cabildo, Port Hudson and the LaFitte National Parks of Louisiana, covering the Revolutionary War of 1776, The War of 1812, The Spanish American War and the Civil War. More Civil War battlefields in Gettysburg, PA, and Harpers Ferry in W.Virginia. War is a vivid culture of countries, men and politics like no other.
In short, Memorial Day reminds me of the service and sacrifice made by our armed services and many civilians as well, but it also reminds me of the killing machine going on right now. I despise that it is deemed necessary. I sometimes think my friends believe people who are anti-war are unpatriotic. Not true. Patriotism is as much about keeping the peace as it means fighting for our country's values. Defining those values is not a straight street, and I take it very personally.
My partner Jim Jaillet in 1961.
This county put their flags at half staff for a local man who recently died in Afghanistan.
I'm conflicted because I'm against wars as a way of solving problems because it causes so much pain and sacrifice. The cost is not only human carnage. Right now, the trillions spent on our current conflict could more productively be used to assist nation building and lower our national debt.
Remembering those who served and sacrificed? On this trip since January, I've visited Fort Bowie in Arizona, The huge Pacific War Museum at Fredericksburg, Texas, Chalmette Battlefield, the Cabildo, Port Hudson and the LaFitte National Parks of Louisiana, covering the Revolutionary War of 1776, The War of 1812, The Spanish American War and the Civil War. More Civil War battlefields in Gettysburg, PA, and Harpers Ferry in W.Virginia. War is a vivid culture of countries, men and politics like no other.
In short, Memorial Day reminds me of the service and sacrifice made by our armed services and many civilians as well, but it also reminds me of the killing machine going on right now. I despise that it is deemed necessary. I sometimes think my friends believe people who are anti-war are unpatriotic. Not true. Patriotism is as much about keeping the peace as it means fighting for our country's values. Defining those values is not a straight street, and I take it very personally.
My partner Jim Jaillet in 1961.
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