It is countdown now to turkey day, we will be swamped with details of that. Yesterday China and folding chairs and blue napkins went to Sarah's house from ours. I gifted her permanently with one of our old Ironstone platters. I love to turn them over and see the dear old English marks. We will carry the turkey over tomorrow and slice it onto our best wheat pattern ironstone platter, very large and grand indeed. There will be three turkeys cooked three ways, and a ham. Many sides and many deserts. Norman Rockwell will be right there in spirit. About 20 of us will be eating there. More O'Neill branches will be in two other gatherings here in Fredericksburg.
Sarah and her mother Beth and I all have large amounts of the same china patterns. We are always able to pick up more from each other and serve groups nicely. Before the fire I had service for 36 in Spode indian tree. Some was damaged, I lost a lot of cups, and some other pieces were crazed from the heat. I still can serve over 24 in basic pieces. Beth concentrated on Spode's Christmas tree pattern, she has enough for about 30 of us in that. Sarah has the Spode blue room reissue things, including a nice amount of Spode Itallian. I have all three in our cupboards, as well as a bit of Spode tradewinds which mimics the old chinese export dishes with red sailing ships. Jack always says of us, we never met a dish we did not like!!!
When Great Granddaughter Bailey Elizabeth was about 3 she was making her way into the living room with a doll size tea set to show off, and dropped the teapot and broke it! Up went this heartbreaking wail, "Oh my China!" We were all in the livingroom and heard her and rolled our eyes. Poor little thing will love it as we three older ones do! Of course we showered the child with more tea sets. The beloved dishes are just a symbol for the joy of repeating the traditions once more, the beautiful ties of having 5 generations in households a few blocks apart in a small town. We count this among our greatest blessings to be thankful for, that we are close together on a daily basis. E
Welcome to My Red Cape. Long ago in another time my husband Jack and I lived in a little old red house. It was the stuff of dreams to us for the few years that we were there. I live there still a number of hours every day in imagination, with old dolls and paintings and fabrics and feather trees. I draw inspiration and happiness from the memories of that space in time and share some of it here with friends who remember how to step with Alice through the looking glass and take delight in whimsies and antiquities. ~Edyth O’Neill
Friday, November 20, 2009
Our Antique study group met in San Antonio this month, and the day was one to savor. You can make new friends, but you can't make old friends is true of us who have been enjoying each other's collections for so many years. I took a lot of pics and want to share just a sample of them here. Notice in particular the mounding of fall arrangements up high on top of cupboards, and the pan rack over the island. Our food was served on the island, and then carried to individually decorated tables.
Lots of us are doing our own Thanksgiving tables this week, Blessings to each of you and your families. E
The old dolls have been my passion since the early 1950's. My mama collected a few when she could, always, and I bought my first one on my own at age 23, about 1954. I was interested in the hooked rugs and clipped a few of them from American home magazine in the 50's and 60' but did not encounter anyone who knew how to make them until 1978. The rooster rug was my first one, it hangs in daughter Beth's house. Being on burlap rather than linen and having been used on the floor many years, attacked by moths and mended by me on one small corner, the rug could easily be sold today as 1930's antique. The cloth doll Minerve was with us a number of years, then traded to a dealer in Pennsylvania for a mache. She has a wonderful profile and a fierce expression, rather daunting to small children, whom I have seen back away from her after a close look. Sorting through old magazines which threaten to engulf us, it was fun to come across this one. E
Saturday, November 7, 2009
How we enjoy the weekly treasure hunts, often returning empty handed or close to it, but about once a year we find rugs! Today we came home with 14 simple sterling rings, another nice Texas Crock for a group Jack is enjoying assembling, and two terribly abused rugs, both now scrubbed and thouroghly rinsed and drying on our back deck. The light one, my favorite, has an actual hole in it, not large, and I will patch it from the back with a piece of wool in a friendly color and with the all over pattern you will not notice it. Pictures of Jack with his crocks are from 2 weeks back, the little brown one has the name of a Fredericksburg Merchant on it, made for that business. Jack loves old American pottery and always lights up when he sees that. The crock he found this morning ( not pictured) is a simple cylindrical one, with spots and the Leon slip brown intereior that says "South Texas".
We miss the big antique shows and the great Brimfield markets we once played in, but let me assure you we are dangerous in the local competition! Have a Great Weekend, Edyth
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Family photos, Great grandson, small Jack 7 months old, a precious little bear!
My Jack ready for Halloween, Jack and I are feeling older as all these children grow up! Still busy and happy, Jack has gone to the gym to work out a bit this am and then on to run errands, I mailed away the last of 6 new rug patterns last week for Barb to publish in the new rug pattern supplement for Woolley Fox, and we are helping a bit with the move for Sarah's family into a house very near us. It is a glorious fall here, leaves just starting to turn, and I hope to paint some today! Best, E
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