Friday, August 29, 2014

Nephew (and niece)

Yesterday we took a quick trip to the 'Boro to see Cash and family. Turns out their house is right around the corner from the old Meek homestead. His cousin was married to President Polk. Not only that, he was very popular and as brave as Julius Caesar. It's all there on the historic marker.

Cash was wearing the cutest outfit ever, like a newsboy about to sell a stack of copies of the latest New York Herald.

He was a sad little newsie part of the time.

He is good at screaming. You can hear him in the driveway.

Today I delivered the art show that has been hanging in the Chapel to its next destination, Woodinville. I had to drive right through Redmond, so....

Saturday, August 23, 2014

In Hillsboro


Friday, August 22, 2014

In LaConner

Today we went out to LaConner for the burial of dear Mairead.  On the way we saw a sign which she would most certainly have appreciated:

Two of the lovely Corrigan girls.

Mairead now rests in the family plot in LaConner, alongside 150 years' worth of Barretts and Corrigans. 

Who could imagine unquiet slumbers for the sleepers in that quiet earth? Rest in peace, Mairead.

Thursday, August 21, 2014

In the Archives again

I spent a fun hour in my native element - among yellowing pages in the Archives. It's like that Disney song... "A voice keeps saying this is where I'm meant to be..."

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

More Z

The look of delight on Zizi's face when she takes a selfie is nothing compared to the look of delight on my face when I watch Zizi take a selfie.

Monday, August 18, 2014

My niece

Zizi and her family came for dinner. I was so delighted that Zizi liked the tuna and noodles I made.

Zizi loves to play the piano. From the way she dramatically turns the pages of the music and pounds on the keys, you can tell she has really imbibed the Bugs Bunny piano technique.

Saturday, August 16, 2014

Beatrix Potter Day

Tonight we had an amazing Beatrix Potter celebration with Chris and Rebecca, honoring Beatrix Potter's birthday (which is somewhere in the vicinity of August 16). Here Chris rolls the roly-poly pudding...

 And the Peter Rabbit salad was amazing as you can see.

Another unnecessary thing I needed

I decided to switch back to the iPhone. Farewell, magnificent camera and other great features I didn't really use.

Tuesday, August 12, 2014

In Portlandia

This is what Cash's aunties are missing on a daily basis.

Saturday, August 9, 2014

Happy niece, happy life

At St Ignatius Chapel

I guess the churches here are pretty nice, too.

Thursday, August 7, 2014

Home and kitties

We made it home again! Mom has been taking care of T and H for us. Hairy came out right away like a good kitty, but Tommy didn't. We called and called and finally heard a faint meow from the garage. Somehow she got stuck in the ceiling like her namesake.

She was very naughty but fortunately we didn't have to cut her out of the ceiling. Instead we lured her with a can of cat food.

Now she is acting perfectly innocent.

Au revoir, Québec

Last night Québec began a celebration of their founders which will last through Sunday. We were lucky enough to be there for the opening parade and fireworks.

It was completely amazing. We got to see the Cathedral's puppets in action.

There were huge figures representing various elements of Québec culture and history, and everyone was dressed in vaguely 17th century costume.

There was boat after boat full of French settlers.

An amazing dance from local tribes.

Incredible music throughout: choirs singing period music, drums, step dancing, even a hurdy gurdy.

Unfortunately my phone died before the end of the parade so I can't show you the entrée of the Sun King accompanied by the Dauphin, or the fireworks over the St. Laurent.

Right now it is disgustingly early in the morning and we are waiting for our 5:00am flight. Blech.

Wednesday, August 6, 2014

At St Jean-Baptiste

We stopped in to see a church on the Rue St. Jean. A young man immediately offered to give us a tour. The church is a copy of St Trinité in Paris. The organ and high altar are bizarrely and dramatically lit. The organ is always red but you don't know what color the altar will be next.

More from the Stuart sisters

Mary Stuart married and lived here with her husband. This is their bedroom. So Victorian.
Daily wear for the maid.
Here's where they sat to listen to the king, then queen, on the wireless.
Adèle was a great reader.
The best part of the tour: at the end you were served a cup of tea and a slice of lemon cake often prepared for the Stuart sisters by their maid. We just wished you could all have been there.

At the Henry-Stuart House

In the afternoon we went to the Henry-Stuart house, occupied for decades by the Stuart sisters, well-born English-speaking Québeçoises who adored all things English. One of the sisters lived here from 1921 until her death in the late 1980s. The house was left exactly as it was and became a museum.

Adèle was in charge of the gardens. The front is a prettyish sort of wilderness.

Tea was a big part of the day. It is impossible, I think, to overestimate how important. When you had had enough tea you had to turn your cup over or leave your spoon in the cup to indicate you were finished. Once a gentleman who did not know this drank twenty cups before he finally hid the cup in his coat pocket in sheer desperation. When tea was done one of the sisters would not do anything so uncouth as to call the servant in. Instead, she would simply open a dainty music box to signal that they required assistance.

More in the next post.

In another garden

We walked through the Plains of Abraham, a battlefield/park. There is another beautiful garden here with an equestrian statue of Joan of Arc sculpted by an American lady and donated by an American couple.

At the Assemblée Nationale

Today we did a ridiculous amount of walking and spent an inordinate amount of time being spoken to by earnest young tour guides.  Apparently, the city arranges for students to spend the summer working as tour guides at various historic sites. The moment you walk into one of these places you are offered a tour.

The Assemblée Nationale (note the separatist name of the building where the regional parliament meets) has amazing gardens in front, including free veggies and herbs.

There are beautiful fountains as well. These frogs are spitting on a group of gods, Poseidon, etc.

A butterfly québeçois...

More splendid gardens....

An eager missionary on the front of the building, which depicts military heroes and ecclesiastical heroes and heroines...