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Friday, October 5, 2018

My Birthday Weekend in Maryland in September

Dear friends,

I'm a little late posting this, since it's been almost a month! I just didn't get finished editing. Not that you were holding your breath or anything...

So anyway, in my Simple Woman's Day Book post for August, I mentioned that I planned to go to Sarasota and St. Petersburg, Florida for my birthday weekend in September to see art museums and botanical gardens. I booked my hotel room and planned my itinerary - and then I changed my mind. 

Instead, I found a cheap flight on Frontier and decided to go "up home" to Maryland to see my sister Barb and my dad and their families. Dad and I share a birthday, so we were able to celebrate together! I got there on a Thursday evening and left there around Sunday noon. 


En route, in Orlando airport -
with only my backpack for luggage.

On Friday, my birthday, I spent the day with my sister. She had an appointment in historic Sykesville, so I wandered the boutiques and the indie bookstore A Likely Story until she was done. Then we enjoyed crepes at the French Twist cafe.


A Likely Story



My sister Barb at the French Twist

St. Paul's United Methodist Church

Next we went to Barnes & Noble to get some presents for my dad. She and her kids and I all bought him magazines, because she remembered he once told her the birthday cards were a waste of money when you could buy a magazine instead. She bought him an ancestry one, and I bought one on military heritage - both of them are interests of his. I splurged on copies of Bella Grace and Southern Cottage. 



We all met up at Bob Evans for our birthday dinner!


my Maryland family

On Saturday, my nephew Doug (a high school English teacher) kindly drove me down to the Washington National Cathedral in Washington, DC. He loves it as much as I do. 

The cathedral is full of creative beauty - so I still got my art fix. I accomplished my goals and got to see my family!



The Behind the Scenes tour was full, which is just as well since we could instead go to the very first ever African-American tour there. One thing that made a profound impression on me is that Ms. Williams would simply say, "Walk with me," when it was time to go to the next part of the cathedral. It was like she was saying, "Come along on this journey and learn with me..."


Doug and I with tour guide Jackie Williams -
note that I am wearing my rose window T-shirt from
Notre Dame, since I am a cathedral & stained glass lover.

Mosaics portraying Biblical characters
as people of color (which they were)

Needlepoint kneeler pillow honoring the legacy of
African-American educator Mary McLeod Bethune






Francis Asbury
Early Methodist circuit riding preacher
Namesake of my seminary and my church.




After our visit at the National Cathedral, Doug surprised me with a trip to the Franciscan Monastery of the Holy Land in America. The buildings and gardens are beautiful and inspiring!


















We picked up Chipotle on the way back to my sister's house, where I hung out for the evening with her family.

The next morning, I attended New Hope Lutheran with my dad and Anny. I love to see what they have created with their hands recently: blankets, quilts, baby kits, school kits, homeless outreach bags, and much more. They will be donated to both global and local community relief organizations. Anny personally knitted up a bunch of baby hats and I think she worked on the blankets, too.




And then, shortly after that, it was time to go back to the airport to fly home to my Florida family!

I hope you enjoyed the pretty pictures!

Blessings,
Virginia

Sunday, January 21, 2018

"Over Utah in January" - 10 Years Later




Ten years ago today, I attended the funeral of my grandmother Margaret Driggs in Salt Lake City, Utah. I had little idea what to expect, since I had never met any of the extended family via her second marriage. (My dad's stepfather, Dr. Howard R. Driggs, was much older than Grandma. He was born in the 1870s into a polygamous Mormon family with 22 children. I have never been Mormon.) And all I could think of, as far as Utah terrain goes, were the salt flats we had driven through way back in 1976 on a family vacation. I was in for a surprise! On the airplane, looking down over Colorado and Utah, my breath was taken away by the gorgeous snow covered mountains. I took out my journal and started writing, and my poem "Over Utah in January" was born. 


Today, I post this with love for my step-second cousins whom I met at the funeral and reception near Salt Lake City. (Thank you to Dan Christensen for reminding me of the anniversary of the funeral.)


Over Utah in January 

by Virginia Knowles


I am in the sky looking down on
Vast speechless stretches 
  of frozen white
Curved round and round by
Slicing crevices and streams
And human roads 
  abandoned though they be
Foothills then soaring 
  mountains beyond
Majestic tall yet distant small
From the sky where I look down




Clustering pines
  (wilderness steeples)
Defer to barren ground below
Shedding to it cumbering, 
  nurturing snow



Upright spires green
Evergreen over branches, trunks, 
  rough and woody brown
Rooted deeply into ascending slope
Yet as living arrows aiming high
To the sky where I look down 



Up and over mountain towers, fly
Peering through mottled fog outstretched



Amid earthy upturned layers, variegated ripples




Shadow clouds now upwisping 
  sharply angled peaks




Oh! These are of no human 
  construct or design
Not even marked by 
  footprints in pristine snow
Just fingerprints, signatures divine
Where winter earth meets winter sky





Yet in the valley 
  I see manly habitation
In patterned rows, 
casual curves beneath the mist
Nestled in yet beckoned 
  to a deep and high communion


Only bold ones venture 
  beyond certain fringes
Strive upward, breathe hard, 
  ascending steep, behold
Some faithful cannot climb 
  but still lift souls to see
To know and long to know



Others seem content merely to stroll 
   in evenness beneath, below
Oblivious to wonder
I am in the sky looking down
Then gazing up in awe at Him
Who gazes down in grace on me below
On me, who sees and longs to know


Saturday, August 27, 2016

Beauty for the Soul at the Morse Museum




I love art, and I love art museums. So does my youngest daughter, who is 11. We often make the rounds of six of the local ones: Orlando Museum of Art, Morse Museum, Albin Polasek Museum, Maitland Art Center, Mennello Museum of American Art, and the Cornell.

My daughter and I took an impromptu visit to one of our favorites, the Charles Hosmer Morse Museum of American Art on Park Avenue in Winter Park.


The museum has the largest collection of works by stained glass artist Louis Comfort Tiffany and his associates.






 ~ cloisonne panel ~ 


"Still Life, Fruit, and Dishes"

by Gottfried Schultz




~ 1903, Carl Schmidt ~







Lady's writing desk

 

by Emile Charles Martin Gallé


The chapel is my favorite spot. Originally assembled in Chicago for the 1893 World's Fair, it was moved in 1898 to the basement of St. John's Divine cathedral in New York City. Noting its disrepair, Tiffany bought it back and moved it to his Laurelton Hall estate, where it remained until 1949. Many parts of it were sold off over the years, and what remained was badly damaged by fire in 1957. Over a period of decades, Hugh and Jeanette McKean of Winter Park lovingly salvaged what was left, and then located and purchased pieces that had been sold. The restored collection was reassembled in the Morse Museum in 1999. I am so thankful. The story brings me to tears. The chapel is stunning and reverent. See for yourself.





Christ Blessing the Evangelists



The rest of the Laurelton Hall exhibit is also quite beautiful. The Daffodil Terrace has been reassembled here in the museum.




Look up! The detail in the ceiling is exquisite.





In the Laurelton Hall dining room exhibit, we find the same motifs from floor to ceiling.










I get such a feeling of serenity here. I love the beauty.


So does my eleven year old daughter, who wanted to express her appreciation.


Indeed. 

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