Sunday, September 22, 2013

Whirlwind

I'm just putting the pieces of my life back together. They've been shuffled and rearranged completely. Last Monday I started a new job at Williams-Sonoma Inc. working in the Customs Operations and Compliance office. I'm currently there until December, but I'm hoping they will extend the post for a few more weeks. That timing should work perfectly if the Foreign Service has me start in January.
Lots of great things have been going on. The Saturday before the new job started I moved down to my grandparent's house near San Francisco. The weekend before that I moved all my stuff to my parent's house. It's been more packing and unpacking than even I could handle. I'm now at 31 moves.

I'll be slowly catching up on happenings. But for now I'm enjoying how picturesque life is right now.
 Lunch with books and live Jazz music.
 View from the terrace at the office.
 I love the walk to work.
 Jogging near the beach a few blocks from my grandparent's house.
 Finally settled on a direction - it's nice to have a plan for the next few months.
 I still can't get over that I live and work here now.
Feeling overwhelmingly blessed and grateful. Now to settle in, get some projects done...and wait for the end of November and hopefully good news about the next phase.

Friday, August 16, 2013

Arbor Tour

I recently attended a tree tour with an arborist at a park downtown. There have been several moments since when I've caught myself checking out tree bark.

The Sawleaf Zelkova

The bark of the London Plane makes me think of maps.

A Red Oak half my age and three times my height.

Jigsaw bark on the Chinese Elm

Leaves on the Valley Oak.

I really want a tree-house now.

I've also added trees to the list of things I need to learn more about. You know, so I can "impress" people by randomly naming the tree we are walking by with accuracy. I'm sure there is nothing more thrilling than being in the middle of a story and having the person you are talking to interrupt with, "look at the bark on that Plantanus X acerfolia".

Wednesday, August 7, 2013

At the lake: Book edition

I can't resist a cabinet full of curiosities, or shelves full of oddities. Because my grandmother can't part with anything, especially anything "antique" or of value, her house has always been full of various yet to be discovered objects. Though heaven help anyone who searches, you'll have to dig through boxes of wasted time in order to find the interesting needle in the haystack.

As a child this provided hours of entertainment. I went through a good mountain of post-it notes labeling my name on the contents of grandma's house.

There is one specific cabinet, now in her office, which as a child she always prohibited me from exploring. It's mostly full of office supplies now (heaven knows what happened 90% of the contents) and she has a second sense for anyone going through anything. A constant state of alert that her children might be "cleaning out" things she needs. When I found myself alone for a significant chunk of time with the cabinet I decided the more interesting contents which remain needed some documenting. At least if things now get lost in the rubble, or packed off to some secret storage unit - I will know they did at least at one point exist. I have only vague memories of some items, now gone - including a set of photographs of my great-great-grandmother in Germany at the turn of the century which have apparently been moved to a "safer" location. Mom, any ideas where?

Locked without a key. Frustrating! 

Velvet autograph book with metal accents.

Love this.

Inside.
In lovely hand:

To My Friends,

Write but a name, a word or two,
That memory may revert to you.

Sincerely Yours,
Cora Lantz

Who I only know as "Cocie" - pronounced "Co-key" - I know you were wondering.

Love this little "Down on the Farm" sketch.


Inscription: When in this book you chance to look, Just think of me and close the book. 
(Dated April 18, 1892)

Another autograph book.


Love this print.


Friend Rose,

When distant hills divide us And you no more I see Remember that ??? W.C.B who wrote these lines to you.

Truly Your Friend,

W. C. Black
Stevens Point July 9th / 89

The tome below is an interesting case of multiple ownership.


Inscription:

This is the property of Ms Christenah Lantz - Written this 18th day of January 1837 - by her son John D Lantz.


On the opposite page:


This would be that same Cora (Cocie) from the first autograph book, née Lantz.
Also note - this is book no. 352

So far we have:

Christenah Lantz - 1837 (Guessing Christina, née Maphis)
Mrs. Geo. W. Giede (b 1875, d. 1956)

Pfalmen Davids (1814)

Here is where the provenance gets interesting.


Because, if you recall this piece of art, my Nana (whose hand I'm guessing this is) isn't the most accurate in her.

She writes:

To Patsy (my grandma)
Psalmter belonged to Anna Hosteller Wissler 1829 (Mother of Elizabeth Henrietta Wissler Myers-Lantz) and daughter of Bishop Jacob Hostetter of the Mennonite Church and wife of Christian Wissler. (Your Great Great Grandmother).

First off the only Mennonite Bishop I could find names Jacob Hostetter died long before Anna was born. And I have no idea where the 1829 came from since the opposite page clearly shows that in 1837 John Lantz was writing in the book.

Cora is the daughter of Elizabeth Henrietta Wissler Myers Lantz, so I'm curious how the book belonged both to her father's mother or grandmother (Christina Lantz ) and her mother's mother (Anna Wissler).

My vote would clearly be for this book to have clearly come from the Lantz family and not the Hosteller-Wissler side...except, in faded ink at the back of the book I found this,


Anna Wissler (written 3 times) Is my name

I'd draw a diagram to figure out how the little book transferred in-laws, and make some conjectures, but I have given up on the pages giving me the answer and honestly it makes my head swim keeping the names straight.

Friday, August 2, 2013

At the lake

Last week would have been Papa's birthday, so we all headed up to the lake for a weekend visit.

Stopping for gelato on the way.

Saturday morning reading on the deck. 

 Dipped cone stop in the afternoon.

G and B were nice enough to let me drag them away for a break. 

 J and Q arrive and are brave enough to swim in the lake.
G and i went back tot he hotel and swam in the algae-free water.

 Bubble time.


If baby books are to be believed (and I like to think my mother did not completely invent my entire pre-memory life) my first trip/vacation was to the lake when I was about a month old. This weekend I spent a lot of time reviewing my memories of the place. My mother's cousin was discussing some of his memories and spending the summers of his teenage years there. It's something that binds my entire extended family. Though the current decor leaves me longing for the more minimalist furniture of my youth, it's always familiar. Going is a kaleidoscope of new memories imposed on old ones. A toilet seat with shark teeth decals, giant cowboy boot wall hangings, glitter on the ceilings, bathing suits full of algae, seemingly hundreds of jelly shoes lost in the lake, pineapple upside down cake, hours of atari games, sinking boats, sunburns, and laughter.