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Yes, Virginia, There Is a Concord Grape

It probably will not be out until late September/early October, depending upon the weather. They can be eaten and my first and most popular blog is “How To Eat a Concord Grape.” Just follow the instructions from a hobby farm gal surrounded by Concord vineyards and dairy farms.

You must eat it fresh, else you’ll end up with Welch’s jam and juice. I don’t live there anymore, but if you can’t get to western NY the Welch’s white grape juice is the closest thing I  can get.

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Husbands. Mine sharpened a favorite knife of mine, a 4″ paring knife he uses to shave off slices of what kind of apple he likes that day. I was cutting two jalapeno peppers for chimichurri sauce for grilled skirt steak and sliced my thumb, deeply. He has been threatening to re-bandage me for a few days. The thumb opened up two days ago and I needed more time.

This afternoon it looked really good and he re-bandaged it, I washed my hands, placed hydrogen peroxide on the cut, let it dry, added Bacitracin, and he put on a nearly invisible NexCare bandage. I’m good to go.

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Today would be Mom and Dad’s 60th wedding anniversary. They’re both in a better place now and hopefully have had some time to chat, in heaven.

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Jewelry. I made my mother commit to letting me pierce my ears on my 16th birthday. She did. They were infected for two years. For the past ten I’ve only been able to wear 18K gold tiny hoops and they gave me trouble. I took them out for good a couple of years ago.

On my left arm I wear my 18K wedding ring (no engagement ring per my request), a copper hand-made bracelet from the farmers’ market and a magnetized “golf bracelet” that helps with my arthritis.

On my right, I’ve a silver Claddagh ring on my ring finger, an Italian red/white/green bracelet, a stronger golf bracelet which keeps arthritis at bay, and a Turkish “evil eye” bracelet to keep me safe, from Islamabad, a gift from Dad.

Other than really cool eyeglasses a la Edith Head/Edna Mode every day I wear a black, wooden guitar pick on a leather chain, with the Celtic, never-ending knot engraved inside it, in memory of Dad. Sometimes I add another handmade piece but the wood one is always with me. Dad was very talented, as a musician and director of many artistic endeavors.

Oh, I do have my great-aunt’s pearls from her wedding in the 1940’s. I wore them to mine. They’re not really appropriate for taking out the dog. Cheers! Dee

Dad

Hopefully fathers don’t come and go, and are there for life. My Dad gave me a great gift, to believe in myself and what I could be and do.

I talked to him today and he’s in the midst of many endeavors. He took up painting at age 80 and I’ve had the pleasure of framing and hanging several works. My greatest work of art was at age five, in crayon, of the characters from The Wizard of Oz. It’s my husband’s favorite so I framed it for his office. I can’t draw or paint but given an expert eye I’m great at framing.

All the kids in the neighborhood would call on him after dinner every summer night and we’d play baseball or touch football in the street. The rules were everyone plays, and no-one gets hurt. I miss that street and all our neighbors.

As a college President, he took me to see colleges. I chose one and paid 1/3 of my tuition, an institution that suited me. I’ve a few dear friends and professors, some who’ve passed.

For a couple of summers I was tasked to write his intros, five a day, introductory speeches for lecturers, artists et al. He’d read them if he had to, but I knew he’d riff off them and that he did to my delight. He even danced with Ginger Rogers as she came on stage. She danced backwards, in high heels, of course.

He built a table, almost Shaker style, of plywood and 4X4’s for our dining room. The buyers, who have lived there over forty years, demanded that the table be in the contract. We had no-where else to put it so that was a go. I’ve yet to go back and visit but we’ve driven by.

Dad built us beds. As we stripped 13 layers of wallpaper off our bedroom wall with a heavy steamer, we were given permission to choose another wallpaper. It was the seventies, everyone had wallpaper. We chose a silver foil with white and yellow geometric shapes. It was a pain to hang. Dad made us bed frames in the yellow from 2X12’s and painted the lamps his father crafted yellow to go with the theme. We added faux fur white bedspreads and he let us do it.

As an adult, he was instrumental in allowing me to meet people and make a career, a life and his lifelong energy and teachings led me to be a volunteer as well. If you want to volunteer, try a feral cat spay/neuter clinic. I did for six years. It’s not for everyone. Guess what, my knowledge of life according to Dad? I went to Trader Joe’s just to tell them we were in the parking lot out back for a few hours and hoped it wasn’t a burden. I bought a bottle of water while chatting and a half hour later they were out there with free water, sodas and muffins. It’s a gift. That’s Dad.

I talked to Dad today. This is not a eulogy in any way. He’s got an exciting and terrific life. How much he means to me and the need for kids to get their butts in gear and respect their parents is what I convey, today. Cheers! Dee