Pomfretite


a marriage: late season asparagus and early season tomatoes
June 19, 2010, 2:51 pm
Filed under: art, garden, last green valley

Above is a photograph of what I made for lunch today. I…

baked the olive oiled ‘gus for 15 minutes at 375 degrees
took it out
added Parmesan, tomato, ground pepper, and sea salt
put it back in the oven for another 5 minutes
om nom nom!

I’m reading Everything is Illuminated by Jonathan Safran Foer. It is the first thing I’ve read all summer, I need to do more reading! It’s a great book, but I’m having a hard time keeping proper nouns straight (this is common for me). I’ve heard from some people that they liked the movie better than the book, and one friend told me not to even watch the movie. I think I’ll watch it and decide.

I came across two nifty maps of the United States. One map visualizes moves between counties while another visualizes land cover vegetation throughout the country. For the second map click on the “land cover viewer” button, select a location, zoom, and play with the controls. Both maps are pretty nifty.

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Whistler, Moulton, and my snake-friend

I’ve been doing more research on Pomfret and I am almost sure that James Abbott McNeill Whistler lived in the white house two houses down from the Vanilla Bean. I also now know that his mother would have preferred not to live in Pomfret at all, but she wanted her sons to attend the school in Pomfret. Whistler took his mother’s maiden name as his middle name because of the sacrifices she made for him.

I also now know that Louise Chandler Moulton lived in the mustard house at the eastern-most intersection of Brayman Hollow and Peterson Road. Her family called the house “Elmwood Cottage.” Moulton and Whistler walked home from school together. One afternoon Whistler gave Moulton a painting which she kept until she died. A poem about her childhood home reads:

My thoughts go home to that old brown house
With its low roof sloping down to the east,
And its garden fragrant with roses and thyme
That blossom no longer except in rhyme,
Where the honey-bees used to feast.

Afar in the west the great hills rose,
Silent and steadfast, and gloomy and gray.
I thought they were giants, and doomed to keep
Their watch while the world should wake or sleep,
Till the trumpet should sound on the judgment-day.

And I was as young as the hills were old,
And the world was warm with the breath of spring;
And the roses red and the lilies white
Budded and bloomed for my heart’s delight,
And the birds in my heart began to sing.

…it isn’t the best piece of poetry, but it is comforting to think that she thought of her childhood home when she was older (and who would want to think of your childhood if you were raised a Calvinist). I will write more about Whistler, Moulton, and Pomfret in another post.

The seemingly, (and actually), random photograph of a Garter Snake was taken outside of my garden while I was home two weeks ago. Isn’t (s)he pretty!



Reading

Over Field Work Term I read:

Animal, Vegetable, Miracle by Barbara Kingsolver
Timbuktu by Paul Auster
Farm City by Novella Carpenter
American Green by Ted Steinberg
The Gardener’s Year by Karel Capek
The Geography of Nowhere by James Howard Kunstler
The Botany of Desire by Michael Pollan

I also read half of each of these books:
The Path of Minor Planets by Andrew Sean Greer
Green Thoughts by Eleanor Perenyi

I am currently reading:
Green Thoughts by Eleanor Perenyi
Gulliver’s Travels by Jonathan Swift

Next to read are:
The Death and Life of Great American Cities by Jane Jacobs
The Secret History by Donna Tartt



Halloween Party, 1940

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These images are from the Pratt Schoolhouse, once located across the street from where the Pomfret Center, Connecticut post office is today. A few of the children are ghosts and witches, there is a nurse, a cow, and a Snow White. The costumes are very unique, but I have no idea who or what many of the children intended to look like with their costumes. Help me out!

There are also a few clues around the classroom regarding what the students were studying. Nine years later the town’s new Pomfret Community School for grades K-12 was completed.

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View East from Studio

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This is the view from my Swan Garage studio. The maintenance facility can be seen in the mid-ground. I is nice to work with the door open, but it is getting colder and this will no longer be an option. Faculty parking is directly in front of the doors, and therefore views are spoiled for much of the day. I currently have the following books checked out of Crossett Library:

Breakfast Lunch Tea by Rose Carrarini
David Smith 1905-1965 by the Fogg Art Museum
Defiant Gardens by Kenneth I. Helphand
Eating Architecture edited by Jamie Horwitz and Paulette Singley
Floor Plan Manual edited by Friederike Schneider
Futurist Cookbook, The by Marinetti
Housing + Single Family Housing by Manuel Gausa
Lois Orswell, David Smith, and Modern Art by Marjorie B. Cohn
Pamphlet Architecture by Mark Janson



Politics as unUsual

I love the above episode from auto-tune the news. It is the most enjoyable of all of them. Also…the pope as environmentalist and a program for inner city residents to learn about growth. A message for those who live in housing developments and an alternative lifestyle.



Chris Dodd on Rights, Responsibilities, and Love
September 16, 2009, 3:34 pm
Filed under: last green valley | Tags: , ,

Chris Dodd wrote an op-ed for the Meriden Record-Journal detailing why he has changed his mind regarding marriage in the state of Connecticut. Below is an excerpt from that op-ed. Hooray for changing minds!

“…I believe that effective leaders must be able and willing to grow and change over their service. I certainly have during mine – and so has the world. Thirty-five years ago, who could have imagined that we’d have an African-American President of the United States?

My young daughters are growing up in a different reality than I did. Our family knows many same-sex couples – our neighbors in Connecticut, members of my staff, parents of their schoolmates. Some are now married because the Connecticut Supreme Court and our state legislature have made same-sex marriage legal in our state.

But to my daughters, these couples are married simply because they love each other and want to build a life together. That’s what we’ve taught them. The things that make those families different from their own pale in comparison to the commitments that bind those couples together.

And, really, that’s what marriage should be. It’s about rights and responsibilities and, most of all, love.

I believe that, when my daughters grow up, barriers to marriage equality for same-sex couples will seem as archaic, and as unfair, as the laws we once had against inter-racial marriage.

And I want them to know that, even if he was a little late, their dad came down on the right side of history…”

via the blog of Chris Dodd.