November: A Seasonal Thought

November 4, 2018

From Mare’s War by Tanita S. Davis, a Coretta Scott King Award Honor Book –

Peaches thinks she can change folks’ minds about what goes on here, but I know better. Folks always do believe what they want to believe about everything. You can tell them the truth, then tell ’em again, but they just don’t always want to hear.

Not the middle!

September 7, 2018

We often see parents of college freshmen here at our B&B. Their stories are all different, and yet almost the same. We’ve watched moms and dads come alongside their children, cheering them on, assuaging their anxiety with their favorite homemade cookies and with restaurant meals at all of the best places. Darn. It’s not easy growing up. And now here we are again. September.

It’s back to school time – in the world, even if not currently for you or for one you love. One thing that happens? ‘Tis the season for try-outs – new beginnings – often followed by devastating failures. When I tried out for cheerleading in 9th grade and wasn’t selected, I was sure it was a mistake. When I again showed up as a sophomore in the same setting and didn’t make the cut, I knew it had to be rigged, or just plain unfair. Obviously, (in my mind), those in charge clearly didn’t know quality when they saw it. How could they have not realized how much capacity I had for jumping and yelling like they’d never seen before? So the rejection cut and stung. And deeply wounded me. But I survived, even though my younger sister became a cheerleader as a freshman that same year I was a sophomore. The sister situation exacerbated my pain, but at age 65, it’s been a while since sadness has been equated with a non-cheerleader status. We do grow up.

One of the funniest YA books I’ve read recently, which really hits at the heart of high school heaviness is Ginger Kid by Steve Hofstetter. (I read it aloud recently to my 14 and 18 year old great-nephews, and edited out the PG-13 stuff, so that’s a choice for younger readers. But grab a copy, if you can – just for fun – or share it with a young person you know.) It’s hysterical in places, but there’s also some other good stuff.

When I got home, I was inconsolable. I was upset….at the reality that baseball was not going to be my ticket to a scholarship. As much as I loved watching the game, I wasn’t going to be playing it.

I asked my brother, who was as big of a baseball fan as I was and whose baseball career was just as over as mine, what to do next. And my brother gave me the advice that would change my life.

David drew three parallel lines on a piece of paper.

“Most people,” he said, pointing to the middle line, “live their life here. They don’t go far down, but they don’t go far up either. The further you go toward this top line, the further you will also go toward this bottom line. You decide if that’s worth it. I’ve never been a fan of the middle.”

It was a tough day for me, but he was right. I’d much rather have highs and lows than a bunch of middles. sure, I’d never play professional baseball. But that is true of almost everyone in the world. (pp 74 – 75)

Little Boxes

August 28, 2018

Not Pete Seeger’s “Little Boxes,” but rather, cereal boxes…, but I’m getting ahead of myself. Let me tell you what happened.

Not only do I cook here at Simply Bed & Bread for our B&B guests, but on Mondays, one can find me at The Community Table here in Chestertown. A free meal (with requested donations from guests who are able to give) for the community at one of the local churches, The Community Table really is what it was designed to be: a place for people to come together to share a meal with those they wouldn’t ordinarily find around their own tables. Diverse across many lines, it’s a happenin’ place where some very cool things occur. I find when I keep my ears and eyes open, I can learn a lot.

A new piece of information might come from Gloria and Jeffrey, retired librarians, who seem to know pretty much everything, from cooking around the world (with all kinds of tips for those of us in the kitchen) to the name of a drummer in a music group from the 60s. John, who’s always got a tune on his tongue, serves up practical advice by just doing what’s in front of him with the pot on the stove, since before he was retired and in the kitchen at First United Methodist on Mill Street, he was serving up suppers for firemen on Long Island. And before that, he was a butcher. So the man knows meat. And don’t be fooled; he knows a lot of other things, too. And these are just a couple of those in the kitchen. I love hearing pieces of their stories as conversation flies around, and sometimes, with the light-hearted banter, other “meat” is served up – like yesterday.

I had my gloved hands in a giant stainless steel bowl filled with flour. Another of our regulars was sitting at the end of the table where I was, so because he’s quiet and I’m not, I was asking him questions about himself and he was answering. Everyone else was quiet. Well, you know how one things leads to another and we started talking about cereal boxes, those cute, little ones that must’ve come out in the 60s, called “variety packs” – wonderful, cellophane-wrapped boxes of Frosted Flakes, Corn Pops, Lucky Charms, along with the kinds no kids in the family wanted, like Raisin Bran, because it didn’t have as much sugar, and since one of our volunteers had brought in some left-over ones from when her grandkids visited, we had some on the give-away table for guests to take. So we started reminiscing about our memories connected to these pre-packaged portions of yumminess. Growing up, our small family of 4 didn’t have very much, so we didn’t hardly ever have these variety packs, but every now and then, we did. And so the love contained in those little boxes has stayed with me all of these years. One said that her grown son had said that it was one of his favorite memories from going to his grandmother’s house when he’d been a little boy. We all had something to say, including our quiet volunteer, Fred (whose name has been changed to protect his privacy). He simply said, “There were 10 of us and there wasn’t much.” Little boxes of individually packaged brand name cereals would’ve been impossible to have been found on his breakfast table. And it hit me squarely in the face what I was seeing, and learning: privilege. We in that kitchen had all grown up privileged. All but one. It was another friend who said that seeing something through someone else’s eyes makes you see new things in a way not possible otherwise. She was right.

No cereal here at Simply Bed & Bread (unless especially requested), but since it’s “all in the presentation,” hopefully guests receive the offerings of cereal lessons..

Legacy Day begins today!

August 17, 2018

See post below for the description of Legacy Day. Activities throughout the day tomorrow, ending with the 5 PM parade and dancing in the streets downtown to the music of Motown!

A fine tribute to the memory of Aretha Franklin and to African American history in our country.

Coming up: Legacy Day – Aug 17-18

August 11, 2018

The anniversary of the Charlottesville tragedy will be the day after tomorrow. It’s been a year, and maybe you’re still wondering, “What can I do?” Each of us must find our own answers, but two things that we can do are to listen, and then to learn, two ways of offering support and respect to those who’ve been on the short end of that stick for hundreds of years. Another thing that we can do is to remember, asking ourselves, “How should this change me?” And finally, we can share with others the things that are important – their culture, heritage, history. Sumner Hall, in Chestertown, offers a place where these things can happen, and next weekend, during Legacy Day, is a time when things that are important can be experienced.

Maybe you’d like to spend a night or two, or maybe you’d like to do a day trip. Either way, try to fit this in. If you live far away, making this trip impossible, look around in your own area for a similar place where African American history has been preserved and valued. Then visit.

From the Legacy Day page on the Sumner Hall website:

Sumner Hall is proud to be the primary producer of the Fifth Annual Legacy Day festivities in Chestertown, Maryland, on August 18, 2018. Legacy Day started five years ago as an effort to celebrate the rich cultural heritage of African Americans in Kent County. We also wanted to encourage all residents of Kent County to recognize their shared history, and to have a good time doing it. The inaugural Legacy Day in 2014 was a huge success. Nearly 1500 people were dancing in Chestertown’s High Street to celebrate Charlie Graves and the Uptown Club, a place where many legendary soul artists performed. In 2015 we celebrated local rhythm and blues artists and local beer gardens. Our 2016 theme honored African-American businesses of the recent and more distant past. Last year Legacy Day saluted African American educators who taught or served as a principal in one of Kent County’s segregated schools. For 2018, we will carry that theme forward by featuring stories of how black and white students and teachers dealt with the early years of integration in Kent County schools. In addition to great music, food and drink, Legacy Day 2018 will include a parade and a seminar on genealogy.

*Live Music by Soulfied Village & DJ Lonnie Butcher* *Local Food & Drink Vendors* *Bring a lawn chair for when you need a break from dancing.*

2018 Schedule
Friday, August 17th 7:00 pm – Honoree Reception @ Sumner Hall
Saturday, August 18th 10:00am – Genealogy Workshop @ Chestertown Public Library
2:00pm – Gospel Concert @ Jane’s United Methodist Church
5:00pm – Parade down High Street 6:00pm – Block Party on High Street

17 African American Civil War Soldiers

August 3, 2018

I’ve decided I love small museums the very best.

As I’ve been traveling through my 60s, I’ve discovered something that seems to come with the territory – that having too many choices is not a good thing. Walking into a large department store with seemingly a million and one wardrobe items from which to choose can reduce me to wandering, wilting, and wondering, “Why?” quicker than anything else. Visiting a large museum, although exciting and amazing, can do the same thing: it’s like a cacaphony of stuff and I just don’t know where to begin or how to sort it all out. (I do enjoy these visits, however; I just have to tackle them differently, dividing them up into smaller units and being satisfied with seeing only a portion of the whole.) Going to a small one, though, is more manageable. As Maria sang, “You just start at the very beginning, a very good place to start,” and you can get the whole thing done decently, in order, and satisfactorily, brushing off one’s hands at the end, knowing that there has been a lovely thing accomplished. The experience can then be celebrated, enjoyed, and even savored; never forgotten, then shared with others.

Visiting the Harriet Tubman Museum, about an hour away from Chestertown, is one of these memorable visits, as is a visit to the Selma (AL) Interpretive Museum and the new Legacy Museum (a.k.a. the “Lynching Museum” in Montgomery, AL), which I just did a couple of weeks ago, but which are not just around the corner from here. However, another of these small museum treasures is right here in Chestertown, Sumner Hall, which is another African American history museum, a restored local G.A.R. Post built in 1908. Listed on the National Registry of Historic Places, it is also a treasure, and one of only 2 buildings like it in the entire world.

Sumner Hall, recently the site of a live broadcast of WYPR, the Baltimore NPR station, (just this past week!), is also currently the place where one can enjoy the beautiful exhibit of “17 Black Soldiers of the Civil War.” Opening tomorrow, it is a collection of colored pencil portraits taken from a pocket-sized album of locket-sized photographs (each the size of postage stamps!) dating back to the Civil War. The story behind the display and the stories behind each of the portraits are intriguing, exciting and enticing, drawing one in to imagine, to learn, to remember, and then, to be changed.

The Sumner Hall exhibit, made possible by the artist, Shayne Davidson, will only be here in Chestertown for this month of August 2018. So try to make plans today!

Green Grilled Cheese (vegetarian)

May 16, 2018

Green Grilled Cheese Sandwich

2 slices bread
2 – 3 tablespoons pesto
2 slices cheese
handful fresh baby spinach
¼ avocado, sliced
fresh asparagus, in season (and it’s in here in Chestertown right now!)
olive oil, butter
cracked, black pepper & salt

I was struck by the intensity and beauty of the sandwich as soon as I saw the green grilled cheese online. Yum!

Because I have Commencement guests arriving tomorrow, because asparagus is in season, and because my guests are not egg eaters, I needed to go in a different direction than normal. I usually do vegetarian breakfasts, but eggs are a staple. I can use one go-to for one breakfast, the mashed potato/cheese/fried Vadalia onion crepe, and waffles on another day, but I needed another fun menu – which was when I saw the picture. Perfect!

Fairly easy (if you have the pesto made ahead of time) and delicious. Combined with the offerings of fresh fruit – (strawberries are also in), yogurt, homemade granola, and a few cinnamon buns thrown into the mix, my menus will be complete. Yes. Just right.

Hope your spring is bouncing about nicely, too!

Spring has sprung!

April 24, 2018

Sweeny Todd opens at the Garfield downtown this weekend!

Beginning tomorrow, Plein Air artists will be everywhere around town!

Next Friday night there’s Piyo in the Park – a great chance to try a new exercise class in the fresh air!

The next day will bring an entire day of visiting local museums, beginning with Sumner Hall, which is one of only 2 buildings like it in the whole country!

Annual Museums of Kent Driving Tour
Saturday , May 5, 2018 | 10am – 3:00pm
Location: Sumner Hall – 206 S. Queen St.
Contact: Kent Museums
The tour begins at Sumner Hall, then continues around the county at other local museums. Enjoy refreshments and guided tours. Free.

Trees have budded, flowers are blooming, people are out and about, the Farmer’s Market is alive on Saturdays – it’s a great time to visit Chestertown!

Sharing

February 13, 2018

My mind is full, just now, of two back to back events from the past 2 days: the first, a weekly community dinner where I volunteer, and the second, our monthly visit to the neighborhood public elementary school for our ukulele program. I love both events, look forward to each, and have a ton of fun at the two different places. Last night: the same. Great. Today, with the 45 little ones, though, I bombed. I’d been so excited during my preparation that I’d planned way too many things and the kids were wild. Sheesh. For an early childhood educator like myself, that’s not a good thing. I knew better. So although last night’s dinner put me on a high, today’s became a low. Aw, it’ll be fine and next month will be better – I”ll just reign things in and be more careful, and the results will be different. This is not the end of the world. Most have waaay more things to deal with than some tiny, poor-baby-feelings, but still, for me, my normally intact armor has a bit of a crack in it. I was reminded of the words below. (And I don’t know what you call a sort of 3rd-hand quote (one who quoted another who’d quoted another), but this is one, originally from Thomas Merton):

We are bodies of broken bones. I guess I’d always known but never fully considered that being broken is what makes us human,….the source of our common humanity, the basis for our shared search for comfort, meaning, and healing. Our shared vulnerability and imperfection nurtures and sustains our capacity for compassion.
We have a choice. We can embrace our humanness, which means embracing…the compassion that remains our best hope for healing. Or we can deny our brokenness, forswear compassion, and ….deny our own humanity….
…each of us is better than the worst thing we’ve ever done….I am more than broken. In fact, there is a strength, a power even, in understanding brokenness, because embracing our brokenness creates a need and desire for mercy, and perhaps a corresponding need to show mercy. When you experience mercy, you learn things that are hard to learn otherwise….You begin to recognize the humanity that resides in each of us.
–Bryan Stevenson, Just Mercy, pp.289 – 290.

Anyway, maybe you, too, just need a small break in a hectic day; maybe you even could use a quick get-away! (This is a B&B blog, after all.) Or maybe just a reminder of what’s best and right in this time of history in which we live. Whatever. Hopefully, your day just got a little brighter. And now maybe you can pass it on. You are not alone.

Just January

January 6, 2018

Need a post-holiday get-away? Need some quiet? Need some healthy options for breakfast? No need to be afraid of going to a B&B b/c of fattening foods – (although that’s certainly an option, too, although we’d prefer the euphemism of “fab favorites”)! I love fixing what our guests prefer, so don’t let that fear stop you!

We’re open and we promise to be a place of respite. Come stay, if you’d like.

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