enjoying the music of Jay Ungar

Take a music bath once or twice a week for a few seasons.  You will find it is
to the soul what a water bath is to the body.  ~Oliver Wendell Holmes

Rich and I went to see Jay Ungar and his wife Molly Mason perform some beautiful folk music on Friday.  I ordered the tickets a month ago and had been excitedly anticipating this night.

Best of all, the show took place in a newly reopened theater in our own hometown.

“With exceptional musicianship and a vast knowledge of a number of music styles, Jay Ungar & Molly Mason are one of the most celebrated duos in American acoustic music.  They achieved international acclaim in 1990 when their performance of Jay’s composition ‘Ashokan Farewell’ became the musical hallmark of Ken Burn’s The Civil War on PBS.  The soundtrack won a Grammy and ‘Ashokan Farewell’ was nominated for an Emmy.”  ~ A Fiddler’s Holiday

 

The show was wonderful.  Because of my Dad’s influence, I’ve been a fan of Ungar’s music for years, and I love acoustic music, especially the guitar, violin, and piano.

Afterwards, I was able to get my picture taken with Jay and Molly.

 

Music washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.  ~Berthold Auerbach

 

Here is a video that I pulled from youtube.

 

 

I had taken along my copies of two songs that I like to play on the piano, and I was able to get them signed.

I will treasure these.  I was especially touched that he used one of my favorite words, “ENJOY”.  (my word of the year for 2010)

 

 “Keep enjoying your music!”  Jay Ungar

It was a very special night, and we look forward to many more dates like this one.  What a feeling, to be walking down the street to the truck afterwards, in the dark, with my heart full of the effects of all that lovely music, my high heels clicking on the sidewalk, and my hand tightly held by my husband.

 

 

smitten

 

 

 

 

 

 

I’m not the only one smitten with her.  Seth is always by her side. 

Yesterday, he got up from his nap first and I sat on the floor, holding him in my arms as he drowsily woke up.

From out of the silence, his small voice called, “Sarah!  It’s morning!”

A quiet minute later, as I continued holding him he tried again, “Sarah!  It’s morning!”

“Mom, can I go wake up Sarah?”

“No, let her sleep.”

The conversation was forgotten (by me) as I slipped him off my lap to go tend to something else.

He ran right directly upstairs to wake up his Sarah.  I didn’t realize until I heard the feet running around up there.

Although I thought he was a little stinker for waking his sister up from a good nap, I understood, and it did my mama heart good to see the love.

 

I get to see the love all day long.  And I’m so very thankful.

 

Home

‘Tis whispered in the ear of God,
‘Tis murmered through our tears
‘Tis linked with happy childhood days,
And blessed in riper years.

That hallowed word is ne’er forgot,
No matter where we roam,
The purest feelings of the heart
Still cluster round our home.

Dear resting-place, where weary thought,
May dream away its care,
Love’s gentle star unveils her light,
And shines in beauty there.

by Fanny Crosby

6:30 am; View From My Porch

Five out of five children at my house were disappointed that there was school today; they were hoping for a snowday.

As you can see, the bus still came on schedule.

The view from my porch took my breath away.  Sarah and I stood and gazed and said, “It’s so beautiful!”

I thought of God, and the abundant, indulgent, generous, overflowing loveliness of His creation.

 

You’re rich in love, and You’re slow to anger
Your name is great, and Your heart is kind
For all Your goodness I will keep on singing
Ten thousand reasons for my heart to find.

Matt Redman, from his soul-stirring song “10,000 Reasons”

 

Have a blessed day, my friends!  Seth, Sarah, and I are going to get ready for our Bible Study this morning.  I can’t wait.

 

grandma’s french crust apple pie

“No one who cooks, cooks alone.  Even at her most solitary, a cook in the kitchen is surrounded by generations of cooks past…….”  Laurie Colwin

Family recipes connect us to a different time.  I wonder where Grandma got her recipe for French Crust Apple Pie?  I am thankful to have it, as it reminds me of the many years my large family of parents, siblings, aunts, uncles, and cousins gathered at our Grandparent’s house for Holiday meals.  She and Grandpa are gone now, and the big farm house belongs to someone else…..

I have a copy of the recipe in the family cookbook my aunt put together for us, and decided to make it for our Thanksgiving dessert.  When I tasted a warm bite of apple pie not long from the oven, I closed my eyes and smiled.  I was transported back to Grandma’s house, and missed her and her cooking, very much.  The same feeling came back to me, even as I ate it for days after, at room temperature.  It is perfectly seasoned, cuts wonderfully, and tastes better as it “sits” on the counter, making for days of yummy snacking, if it lasts that long.

The fact that this pie never gets boring, after all these years, speaks volumes of it’s deliciousness!

I began making my Thanksgiving pies when I put Seth and Sarah down for naps last Wednesday.  My plan was to have Jacob, Ethan, and Grace help me peel the apples.  However, they called from the school bus to ask if they could go to their friends’ house, and I was left to peel alone.  Let me assure you, my right hand was aching by the time I peeled, cored, and sliced enough apples for four pies. 

I don’t like making pie crust.  I haven’t mastered it even after 16 years of marriage.  So I had mercy on myself and bought frozen crusts at the grocery store. 

I filled each pan with lots of apples and there was about a cup or so of apples leftover, for a sweet little snack….

After filling, I added the french crust topping.  With one cup of flour and only half cup of sugar, it’s sweet but not too sweet.

I love how the filling becomes almost like a mild caramel around the edges from the brown sugar, baked to perfection.

By the time Sarah Joy woke up from her long nap, I had started to pull the pies from the oven.

Here is the little sleepy head.

 

Sarah and Seth each enjoyed a piece, warm from the oven.  Did they like it?  Yes!

 

French Crust Apple Pie

3/4 cup sugar
1/4 cup flour
1/2 tsp. nutmeg
1/2 tsp. cinnamon
dash of salt
6 cups sliced apples (or more, to fill to heaping)

Mix all dry ingredients together.  Combine with apples and place into pastry lined pie plate.

1 cup flour
1/2 cup packed brown sugar
1/2 cup cold butter

Combine all ingredients together with pastry blender until crumbly.  Sprinkle and pat on top of filling.

Bake for 50 minutes at 425 degrees.  Cover with foil for the last 10 minutes to prevent from over browning.

 

simple, and delicious, home cooking.  heart

 

 

ps.  it’s snowing this morning

clipping wings

 

 

My flock of hens is six months old and recently they began flying over their fence to explore the other side.  To their delight, there were plenty of enticing places to scratch with their little claw feet.  “Clip the Hen’s Wings” was put on my to-do list.

We don’t let them free range because it isn’t safe for them.  (dog)

On Friday afternoon half the flock was scratching around in the neighbor’s grassy lawn.  After Caleb chased them home, I announced that we would be clipping wings the next morning.  He cheered and said he wanted to help. 

Early Saturday morning found us, with coats thrown over our pj’s, in the coop with a pair of scissors.

We shut them on one side.  Grace threw the rooster out the open window on “our side” and she and Caleb started chicken wrangling.  There was such quickness of feet, flurry of wings, and tremendous squawking, it was impossible not to get caught up in the excitement.

No more freedom for you, or you, or any of you.

We have twenty hens.  None of them lay yet.

Only one wing needs to be clipped per hen.  It makes them unbalanced, poor dears.

Only the feathers are cut, and it doesn’t hurt them a bit.

The most amusing part for me is when a squawking hen stops her noise to watch her feathers fall to the floor.

Once it was clipped, she was thrown out the window into the chicken pen, to recover from the trauma.  Eventually, we were down to the last three, the smartest? or dumbest?

They are such soft little birds.  Not quite full grown.

I paid my helpers generously, in chicken feathers.  “Take as many as you want.” 

Caleb remarked,

“I’m going to pin them all

Upon my wall.”

But they ended up as a centerpiece, in a wicker basket on the table. 

 

Everytime I see it, I admire the feathers and feel thankful, for my fun children, and a job well done.

 

golden friday

It wasn’t black Friday at all.

It was fun!

Grace and I went out for hours and hours today. 

(she didn’t want to go home)

We were together, and it was good.

I got Joanna’s Christmas present and a few things for myself.  No lines, no hassle, no stampedes.  Great bargains!

eye candy

it’s a treat just to browse with no little ones in tow.

We went to the bookstore and then she wouldn’t talk to me over lunch!

She had spaghetti and meatballs, I had chicken piccata.  I love capers.

Then, she took her book to Starbucks for some more reading time.  I bought Jacob a Sherlock Holmes book for Christmas, and started reading it myself, as I sipped my latte.

We had the whole couch to ourselves.  It was quite cozy to sit and read in the midst of all the people noise. 

I have the darndest time getting a picture taken of myself at home because the dog LOVES ME SO MUCH. 

Rich noticed my new jacket!  As soon as he saw me he said, “Hey.  Why do you have that blanket on?”

 

heart  Happy Golden Friday to you, my friends!  Did you go shopping today?  What did you get?

a relaxing thanksgiving day

 

 

 

It’s dark outside.  The house is alive with the sounds of guitar as my son (not sure which one, because I’m in my room with the door shut) practices.  The football game is on mute.  Rich is reading, Sarah is upstairs with Grace playing and no boys are allowed in with them.  I’m still smiling that Grace has a sister (they are 10 years apart) to have girlie time with.

I have on windpants, a long sleeve t-shirt, and sneakers.  Hair up in a messy pony tail.  We just ate a light dinner, a big tossed salad, because we are still pretty full from Thanksgiving feasting.  I plan on eating a piece of pie later on tonight.  I ran 2 miles this afternoon, so I could. 

There has been a lot of damage to recover from, because of hurricane Sandy.  New York and New Jersey were hit hard and as a result, the insurance company my husband works for had to deploy workers from other states to help with the increase in insurance claim volume.  These folks have been working overtime, away from their families, for weeks now.  Because it was Thanksgiving today, and these people had no place to go for a family-style meal, Travelers hosted an event for them.  The purpose was to bring the “Travelers family” together and thank the men and women who have been helping the victims recover after hurricane Sandy.  When Rich mentioned it to me a few weeks ago, and said we had been invited, to help host, we decided that it would be fun to go.  (I didn’t have to cook!)

Actually, I did miss, even though I didn’t think I would, putting the stuffing and bird in the oven this morning…those smells! and the anticipation of a huge homecooked meal! 

Instead, it was all a hustle and a bustle, getting ready to get out the door, but finally, with two apple pies in tow, we were on our way.

Sarah noticed geese up in the sky as we were driving and I had just enough time to point my camera UP through the glass of the sunroof.MA

 

 

At the event, we all sat at a big round table together.  I got to meet a lot of the people Rich works with.  Everyone was so nice.

 

Does this next picture make anyone else, any other mama, nervous?  Hmmmm?

The children were most impressed with the drink bar.  They could walk right up to the table and a nice lady would give them any soda they wanted.

There were NO spills. 

A couple of boys passed around glow sticks as a gift to all the children, which was another big hit.  Oh, and the name tags that they got to wear.

I thought Caleb was amusing, as he socialized with the men.

I had bread pudding and a piece of absolutely divine pumpkin cheesecake for dessert.  Seth wanted pie “like Caleb” but didn’t like it.

Caleb had two pieces of pumpkin pie and dropped a third on the floor as he tried to balance it with one hand.  Rich was mortified.

Jacob had a piece of my pie and said “Good grief, yours is the best pie here, Mom.” 

It was my Grandma’s recipe (I will share!)

The most touching part of the day was when they showed a video on the big screens (here on the screen is the football game, can’t miss that, right?).  The offices that sent employees to Connecticut each made a little video saying THANK YOU and they were all put together to make a presentation.  They were very creative and there was a lot of laughter and a few tears as the audience watched.  Even I got all teary eyed and I didn’t know anyone in the video except my husband, (’cause I’m a softie like that.)

It was good to think of all the people who sacrifice family time when others need help.  Not just insurance people, but all the other workers around the US.  It was good to say THANK YOU on THANKSGIVING, in a real and tangible way.  We talked to one man who was away from home for 21 days.  A lot of others were gone for just as long. 

I wasn’t sure how to dress and ended up with a knit turtleneck w/short sleeves, a jacket, black slim corduroy pants, and gold wedge sandals.  Make up and a ponytail.

I never dreamed I would spend a holiday with Travelers, as for years I felt that Rich devoted enough time there as it was. happy  But, as the days go by and life settles down I have come to appreciate and love the work he does.  We had a lot of fun today.  I’m not saying I’d like to do it again, as it would take another catastrophe to bring us together, and I really missed my mom’s good cooking and seeing my dad, brothers and sisters, and nieces and nephews.

Everyone at Travelers loved the kids (SEVEN?  DID YOU SAY YOU HAD SEVEN CHILDREN?) and when we stepped outside to take one last, and hopefully, good picture of the children, a man got back out of his own truck to run over and take one of the 9 of us.  I think his name was Steve.

When we arrived back home I went for a little walk outside around the ponds and down to the chicken coop, so I leave you with these nature pictures. 

I’m thankful for home and pine trees.

I’m thankful for the glowing reflection of the trees in the water of the pond.

I’m thankful for little nature surprises.

I found fluffy white feathers and had to go count the chickens.  (none were missing, *whew*)

A gray, very gray, girl with a dark head~ blends right in our very gray ground in the chicken yard.

I am thankful for my flock of hens.  Soon they will start to provide me with wonderful eggs.  Please?

After my walk I had a long bubble bath and the children took naps.  It’s been a relaxing day.

 

Gratitude unlocks the fullness of life. -melody beattie

Happy Thanksgiving!  

 

life of praise

 

 

In my “hymn stories” devotional this morning I read this:

 

“A gladsome, joyous mind is the product of a grateful, praising heart.  Gratefulness is the opposite of selfishness.  The selfish person is boastful of his accomplishments.  The grateful Christian, however, realizes that all achievements and blessings come only from God’s hand.  This realization results in a life of praise.”.  K. Osbeck

 

“Give thanks to the Lord for He is good.  His love endures forever.” Psalm 136:1

 

Happy thanksgiving to you, friends!