Wednesday, February 14, 2018
Tuesday, February 6, 2018
Monday, January 22, 2018
Betty Crocker leaflets and booklets must be set away in many kitchens, I waited some time on the holds list before I picked Betty Crocker's Lost Recipes up yesterday at the Pierce County Library. Some of the recipes do not seem so lost – I have sometimes made the Molasses Crinkles, for example. I noticed a double-page spread near the back that recreates an older illustration of six cakes with floral names: Pink Azalea, Daffodil, Brown-Eyed Susan, Chocolate Joy, Bouquet of Flowers, and Old Kentucky...something (which does not show in the photograph), and a booklet my mother had does indeed contain the recipe for the Brown-Eyed Susan Cake. True! My sense of an approach to the 100th anniversary of the Betty Crocker Kitchens, which began in 1921, is augmented by my booklet from 1933 that solves one missing element from the 2017 Betty Crocker's Lost Recipes cookbook.
Tuesday, January 9, 2018
Thursday, December 28, 2017
|Tuesday on a walk at Point Defiance Park|
Remarkable difference in the number of blog entries since March when The New Computer Room at the building where I live got three computers. My resolutions from 2018 include make sure you can enter your blog from the New Computer Room. So often my internet situation is not prepared for my entry from difference Computer Centers at Different Libraries.
Friday, December 15, 2017
Electronovision and 1964 Church Choir Participation
1964-1965 I was in the choir at First Lutheran Church. My father was working evenings at the drug store. He bought me an Olivetti Underwood portable typewriter to use for typing practice. Everyone at the high school summer school typing class was a stranger to me, and the building was only five years old. All the afternoons I could walk home, not much more than a mile. In my first year, my sophomore year at high school, a lot of things were different. Once school began, my mother wanted me to get tickets and take the bus. My mother wanted me to go to choir practice with her Thursday nights, and to sing in the choir from the choir loft on Sunday mornings. So Autumn 1964 through Spring 1965 I was in the choir at First Lutheran Church.
My view of why this happened was always that my mother wanted me to be around other people when my sister had individuated to University. Possibly she really did not want me to spend time alone at the house. My mother also wanted me to ride with her when she needed to drive to Lakewood to see my grandmother at the rest home. She did not want to ride all that way alone in the car. She sometimes wanted me to just wait for her and do homework. Sometimes she wanted me to go in with her and see my grandmother.
Auditions were just singing a little beside the piano for Mrs. Weiss, the choir director. The only anthem I remember was Oh, Holy Night. We sang that with the other Christmas music on the Christmas Program. In the spring. There was an outreach performance at Western State Hospital. I can remember that we were given a short tour of the grounds and performed for inmates in a large room, lit with daylight from a wall with many windows.
This was not a clean break from the friends I had at the junior high school. The ticket I had from the September 1964 Electronovision production of Hamlet, with Richard Burton, was for the evening, so it was not a field trip, and very likely it was time spent with the friends who always were focused on drama. Electronovision never became popular. I watched You Tube clips from the copy that survived and I have retained a remembrance of seeing Richard Burton perform in this simple dark costume. I looked up the advertisements for this on microfilm and found an article the Sunday before about a Thursday dinner celebrating the 80th anniversary of the Swedish Order of Valhalla. Their organization was older than their 1905 hall. My grandfather's brother was to be honored.
I had to reflect that the honor for my grandfather's brother was from a letter he wrote them. He went back to Sweden in 1957. And wrote letters to everyone.
So it was a week in 1964 in which I can find myself, at the Temple Theater in Tacoma and starting the year of choir rehearsals and anthem performances.
Thursday, October 26, 2017
An old photo shows paint samples during the decorating project.