Posted in Catching Up with The News

Did you miss me?

Of course, you did! It’s been over a month since I regaled you with News from Sonnystone Acres, and I apologize for leaving you hanging there, waiting with bated breath, wondering what’s goin’ on in my fascinating life.

We started November out by celebrating the Days of the Dead aka All Saints/Souls Days at the Marion Church Cemetery. I’d been up there with my brother a couple of weeks earlier and had noticed that many of my ancestors’ graves were quite black. We did some research on gravestone cleaning and spent a few hours there using Wet ‘n Forget. I made some videos telling the stories of the people buried under the graves we were cleaning, namely my great-uncles Chester and Herbert, and great-aunt Nellie. The next day — seriously, the very next day — I discovered I had Aunt Nellie’s story All Wrong, so I’ll have to make a new video when we return. The WetnForget is supposed to work over time, and we’re excited to go back up there this week.

Researching my ancestors took up a lot of my time. I managed to publish a newly-revised bio of my great-great-great-grandfather, Benjamin Franklin Mayne on November 9, and moved on to my great-great grandparents, Emma and Leander. I thought I knew their whole story and would only be editing the previous version, but surprise! (no surprise) my research uncovered new info. Still a work in progress…

Cousin Lana and I attended the UE performance of the musical Rent on the 19th. They did a great job and the girls’ voices were impressive. We always enjoy the Sunday matinee; flat Ronna didn’t make the trip this time…

Thanksgiving was fun! The Jrs were here for the Macy’s Parade and some lunch….

My old man had a birthday, #69… He is such a baby, never catches up with me no matter how I try to lag behind and wait for him. Sure glad he was born…

December 2 found us (Casey, Samantha, and me) at the New Harmony Christmas Parade. A lot of firetrucks, tractors, and even a marching band this year! entertained us.

But The Grinch stole the show…

All this time, Wink has been giving us a lot of consternation. His eating slowed, he slept more, seemed out-of-it, but no real complaint or pain. By Thanksgiving, he couldn’t make it upstairs to his catbox anymore, so we moved it to our bedroom, but now he’s not pooped in ages and barely pees. He can no longer jump. He’s stopped eating, though we try to feed him anything we can think of. He does drink water. He can’t move his legs too well, but he insists on going out on the back porch every morning, even went out on the front porch the other evening. We look for any sign that he might get better, but at the ripe old age of 19 1/2 years, it’s doubtful. Because we’re leaving for NYC on the 14th, we feel like we have to make a decision on his future. We’re just so sad.

Sorry to leave you on that low note, but it’s Reality…and Reality bites. Thank goodness we’re in the Christmas Season and have family get-togethers and such to distract us. Who could be uncheery while watching the Rockettes?

Hope it’s Cheery in your neck of the woods…

Peace

Posted in Autumn at Sonnystone Acres, Sunday Report

How Beautifully Leaves Grow Old…

It’s been unseasonably warm, but seasonably beautiful this past week. We walked through scrunchy red and yellow leaves, admiring the sunlight through the canopy of colour, grateful to have such beauty in our backyard.

If I were a bird, I would fly about the Earth seeking the successive autumns.

George Eliot…

Now the rainstorms have arrived, and tonight a cold front will push through, plummeting the temps below freezing. The heater is in the birdbath, feeders are full, ready for a season of caring for our feathered friends. The gardens are stripped down to seed-heads, and the herbs are potted and safely ensconced in the conservatory. Wood smoke fills the air and we’re ready to hunker down for a spell.

Nova, Samantha, and I have a date to see “The Nighmare Before Christmas” at the theatre today. We don’t get trick-or-treaters here at the manse, so this is my chance to eat candy!

Hope it’s warm and cozy in your neck of the woods…

Peace

Posted in Autumn Scenes

Sunflowers and Pumpkins

I just can’t seem to get this column written weekly. My best excuse is the beautiful Autumn weather, perfect for a stroll through piles of crunchy leaves; warm temperatures and blue skies, inviting me to go outside and play. We’ve got just two more days of it and I’m making every moment count.

When we were up in Yellow Springs, Ohio, we visited a place called Young’s Dairy, renowned for its ice cream and full of the usual pumpkin and apple butters and pies. They have a corn maze and give regular hayrides in the Fall, so the parking lots were overflowing on the week-end, but we stopped in on an early morning Tuesday for some pictures.

Young’s is about a mile or so from another major Fall Attraction: Yellow Springs Sunflower Fields. We loved it so much that it will become an annual visit.

I hope to take advantage of this weather to do my “Day of the Dead” work at the Southern Illinois cemeteries. Yeah, I’m obsessed. My brother and I visited about a month ago and I discovered several of the graves are past the point of reading. I’ve done some study and we’re going to try to clean up a couple. I’ll let you know how it goes, you can bet!

Hope you’re enveloped in the warm colors of Autumn where you are!

Peace

Posted in Cemetery Saga, Sunday Report

Diggin’ up ‘stones…

Our Ancestor Archaeology has completed Phase 1. It was Hot, but an otherwise perfect day. Casey is a wizard with a hatchet and I’m pretty good at hauling off limbs, so I’m really proud of what we accomplished.

Let me tell you the whole story, copying from past blogs…

First visit to Emery Chapel Cemetery, 9-14-2023:

We took a mid-week trip to Ohio to visit the church founded in 1854 by my 4x great-grandfather, Adam Mayne. The building has been, of course, altered since then, but still sits in the same spot. There is also a cemetery where Adam was buried in 1857, possibly the first person to be buried there. Y’all know how much I love cemeteries and I was pretty excited to see this Major Patriarch’s gravesite, so imagine how bewildered I was to find that a tree – at least 50 years old — had grown up in the center of the Maynes’ headstones, a shrub had sprouted that added to the damage, covering several, and that the base of the tree was being used to throw broken limbs like it was a trash heap!!!

I was devastated. There were two guys working on the door of the church and I tried not to sound too hysterical when I expressed my dismay. They immediately recognized Adam’s name as their founder and took me inside to show me a glass case with a picture of Adam and Catherine, their bio, a picture of the original church, a plaque that honored him —

One of the reasons I want to be cremated and my ashes spread around is because I believe that a gravesite becomes a responsibility of your descendants, but that’s a way old-fashioned idea and who knows what my 4x great-grandchildren will think? I regularly visit five burial grounds in Southern Illinois, some down gravel roads or in the middle of cornfields, As I’ve haunted the cemeteries, I’ve never seen one so neglected, outright violated like this one, and I am moved to correct the situation. Keep your fingers crossed that the church-people will let me, because I have a Plan…

The church/cemetery is about 5 miles from John Bryan State Park where we camped. It’s a nice park and adjacent to Yellow Springs, a busy little village with a Hippie Vibe, interesting shops and restaurants. There are various and sundry nature preserves, biking trails, and even springs–ha! As part of the Plan, we’ll be happy to stay there again.

from “The Plan” posted 9-24-2023:

Thought I’d fill you in on my “cemetery rescue plan”…which is more like a “gravestone rescue plan”. I spoke with the Pastor of the church my 4x great-grandfather founded and he is fine with us going in and cleaning up the area where my Greats are buried. He was unsure about cemetery regulations, but I pointed out that I’m not going to actually Move anything, just uncover them and try to piece them back together. He offered the help of the church, talked about a re-dedication service when we have finished, and asked me to give a little talk about Adam and my other grandfathers who were central to the history of their church.

the original Emery Chapel, Clark County, Ohio
This is what Emery Chapel looked like in 1854

And now from our last trip, October 1-3, 2023

We felt a bit hurried by the changing weather, especially since the cemetery is North of our locale and frosts are imminent. Fall is a time when campsites are full-up, so we were lucky to find a couple of nights available October 1-3. It’s a nice 4.5 hour drive and we took off last Sunday morning.

I’m so proud of what we accomplished! I already knew that the gravestone of Sarah Ellis Mayne, my 3x great-grandmother, wife of B.F., was broken, but its engraving was still clear. I knew that other stones had been thrown in a heap under the shrub that was allowed to grow right through Sarah’s grave. We had not located Adam’s grave at all, though 4x great-grandmother, Catherine, and B.F.’s 2nd wife, Elizabeth, were both intact, sort of. All of these stones had originally been upright.

Here it is in pictures, best I could do…

This is before of the broken stones thrown into the bushes…

A work in progress as Casey dug out the shrub and used the weed-eater…

Before and After…

Can you believe the difference? What was most rewarding for us was finding the stone of Tobias and Emory, two of Sarah’s children who had died in infancy. Their stones had been thrown under the shrubs, (see the white ones above) so I don’t know where they originally stood. Sarah’s marker was a pretty even break, so we laid it down on the original base, leveled it, and put the babies’ stones at her head. I heard angels singing as we reunited the mother and infants.

One of the broken stones looked to be the bottom third, showing an illegible epitaph, of a larger grave that we assumed had been Adam’s. We also found a hand-size broken “rock” with an A and part of an M engraved on it, so I figure it’s probably going to be like a jig-saw puzzle.

Adam’s gravestone

It was a great day and after a shower back at camp–the shower nozzle was the size of a sink faucet and sprayed everywhere except on me, so I did a little dancing–we enjoyed an even in camp with hot dogs and fire-staring…

As we were leaving, we made one last trip by the cemetery. As we checked and admired our work, we noticed a stone sticking up – it almost tripped me, and ran down to grab a shovel. Sure enough, it is Adam’s stone, I think, but we didn’t have time to do a total excavation. We covered it back up and started planning to return.

Reuniting Sarah with her babies has brought me great joy. My ancestors haunt me in the best way, so I know that Adam is thrilled we took care of that first. Now it’s his turn and I’m so honored. We’re planning a return trip in the Spring…

Oh, yes, while we were working, a neighbor and church member came by and told us where Travelers’ Rest by A. Mayne was located! Just 3/4 mile down the road, there is a golf course where my family’s stagecoach stop stood nearly 200 years ago! No wonder I feel at home there.

We’re getting ready to fire up the wood burner, watching for the leaves to color up, and spending these cool days doing the Autumn chores in the garden. Hope you’re feeling cozy in your neck of the woods.

Peace

Posted in Evening Edition, Sunday Report

The Plan

Thought I’d fill you in on my “cemetery rescue plan”…which is more like a “gravestone rescue plan”. I spoke with the Pastor of the church my 4x great-grandfather founded and he is fine with us going in and cleaning up the area where my Greats are buried. He was unsure about cemetery regulations, but I pointed out that I’m not going to actually Move anything, just uncover them and try to piece them back together. He offered the help of the church, talked about a re-dedication service when we have finished, and asked me to give a little talk about Adam and my other grandfathers who were central to the history of their church.

the original Emery Chapel, Clark County, Ohio
This is what Emery Chapel looked like in 1854

We will drive Goldie back up to Yellow Springs next Sunday with shovels and trimmers and such, stay a couple of nights, and get as much done as we can.

Casey’s been splitting wood and I’ve been planting mums — very autumnal, doncha think?

Hope the sun is shining where you are…

Peace

Posted in Sunday Report

Catching up with The News…

Life here at ‘stone has been pretty routine. Michael had a birthday, his 42nd, on September 3, but he doesn’t like fuss over his milestones. I did manage to snag him a pretty good present, the latest sold-out edition of the Disney game Lorcana, and he partied at a September Birthday bash with his in-laws, celebrating several family members’ big day at once.

Last week we got some heartbreaking news. If you’re a regular reader you’ll remember my Twin Cousin, Ronna; her husband of 43-years, Tom, died peacefully in his sleep, age 72. I’ve not been able to really talk with her, but she has been surrounded by their three daughters, as well as Tom’s siblings, and their many friends. (they live in Seabrook, Tx) I need to give her a hug, but for now I just send Love.

The Garden has slowly devolved and I brought in the last of the tomatoes and peppers yesterday, a fair amount of small green fruits that I’ll serve up on the equinox.

We planted peas on Labor Day and they are coming along well. I’ve got three buckets of arugula that is going to make some nice salads.

I harvested all of my basil, made some pesto and dried the rest. The other herbs — oregano, thyme, rosemary, sage, mint, lemon verbena, and marjoram — are still happily growing in their pots.

We took a mid-week trip to Ohio to visit the church founded in 1854 by my 4x great-grandfather, Adam Mayne. The building has been, of course, altered since then, but still sits in the same spot. There is also a cemetery where Adam was buried in 1857, possibly the first person to be buried there. Y’all know how much I love cemeteries and I was pretty excited to see this Major Patriarch’s gravesite, so imagine how bewildered I was to find that a tree – at least 50 years old — had grown up in the center of the Maynes’ headstones, a shrub had sprouted that added to the damage, covering several, and that the base of the tree was being used to throw broken limbs like it was a trash heap!!!

I was devastated. There were two guys working on the door of the church and I tried not to sound too hysterical when I expressed my dismay. They immediately recognized Adam’s name as their founder and took me inside to show me a glass case with a picture of Adam and Catherine, their bio, a picture of the original church, a plaque that honored him —

…but they didn’t take very good care of his grave…

One of the reasons I want to be cremated and my ashes spread around is because I believe that a gravesite becomes a responsibility of your descendants, but that’s a way old-fashioned idea and who knows what my 4x great-grandchildren will think? I regularly visit five burial grounds in Southern Illinois, some down gravel roads or in the middle of cornfields, As I’ve haunted the cemeteries, I’ve never seen one so neglected, outright violated like this one, and I am moved to correct the situation. Keep your fingers crossed that the church-people will let me, because I have a Plan…

The church/cemetery is about 5 miles from John Bryan State Park where we camped. It’s a nice park and adjacent to Yellow Springs, a busy little village with a Hippie Vibe, interesting shops and restaurants. There are various and sundry nature preserves, biking trails, and even springs–ha! As part of the Plan, we’ll be happy to stay there again.

As the Earth moves languidly toward the equinox, the days growing shorter and the humidity of summer clearing, it’s a good time for New Beginnings — just as the Jewish faith prescribes. The light changes as the Sun heads south, giving a visual change of view that can spark a soul change, if you need it, or want it. I’m breathing in the Peace and breathing out the Love toward All.

Peace

Posted in Camp Sonnystone 2023, Sunday Report

Camp Sonnystone 2023: the Movie…

Just as I had anticipated, the days of Real Camp are over; the activities such as tie-dying, painting canvasses and birdhouses, making stained-glass thingies, playing in the pool, going to the zoo and the library long gone. We did paint some of the old birdhouses, and we did go to watch the horses run, but there was no camp theme song or ride in Grandpawpaw’s tractor.

But there was the usual celebration with Eville family and we even added a new member when Haley brought her new fiance’, Logan, along — Congratulations, Haley and Logan! And, of course, we made a sign with our Word of the Year: Harmony.

Since I took so few pictures, this year’s Movie is very repetitious but the subjects are darling. The music is from Clint Black’s D’lectrified album from wayback and he’s singing with Kenny Loggins, who wrote the song, “Harmony”. Sony mutes the sound on YouTube or Facebook, so this is the only place you can see it all — for now, anyway. Give it a watch..

August looks nice and easy, harvesting and preserving as well as putting out a second crop of squash and green beans, planting some peas when it’s a little bit cooler. I’ve got some books I’ve been trying to read for a while, and I hear Only Murders in the Building will soon start their 3rd season and I haven’t seen season 2, so there’s that. Hope you’re relaxing in your neck of the woods…

Peace

Posted in Sunday Report

Jubilee Update

Since celebrating my #70 in February, my plans for a moveable feast have been changed and then changed again to accommodate reality, that intrusive bugger. Seems, for some unfathomable reason, other people’s lives don’t revolve around Me and my need for attention/adulation, so this year has been like all the others with a lot of gardening and lazing around the house, reading, writing, swinging, floating. Being Content with each day as it comes is a Good kind of Celebration, a living Jubilee.

This week the party kicks in when the New Yorkers arrive. They’ll only be here a week, Thursday 7-27 to Wednesday 8-2, and it will be packed with fun. We’ll have an abbreviated Camp Sonnystone, go to Ellis Park for some horse racing, see the Barbie movie, have a picnic and shoot the tater gun, eat a lot of fresh veggies and watermelon, stay cool in the pool, and just generally Jubilee. The stage floor is set up in the shed and the Irish Dance will be ubiquitous. The Jrs will be joining the festivities, of course, and if you would like to run by, send me a DM or text.

Other than stocking food and one last run of the sweeper and duster, we’re ready. There will be pictures and videos, so stay tuned!

Peace

Posted in Sunday Report

Competition

It was a fiddly, accordion-y, hornpipe and reel kind of week at the North American Irish Dance Championships. The sparkles, the tans, the wigs were in abundance, along with Moms and Dads, Grandmas and Grandpas, Aunts and Uncles, and Super friend/fans. This isn’t exactly a sport, though it requires intense physical training, but perhaps the Olympics should add it. Every kid there — and there were around 3,000 competitors — had worked their heart out. My girls danced beautifully. Emma placed 7th (that’s in all of North America). Eliza was headed for the top 10 when she “bobbled” – almost fell – and the judges don’t allow that. Funnily, if she had actually fallen, she could have gone again, which seems wrong, but hey, I don’t make the rules. We had left to come home before she danced that set and I’m glad I wasn’t there. I was already feeling emotional, and my heart is broken to just hear about it.

I have avoided competitive activities because 1.) I get too nervous, like throwing up nervous before a performance; 2.) I hate to lose. 3.) Did I mention sick anxiety? I have the greatest admiration for anybody with enough gumption to get out there, work real hard, and try their best. To me, that place was full of winners.

My garden continues to be plagued with blossom end-rot, now involving the bell peppers. I didn’t have time to find some calcium before we left for Nashville, so we put some wood ashes around them, but it was a token effort. I’ve got some stuff coming from Amazon on Tuesday and I want to believe it’s going to fix everything. The thought of no homegrown tomatoes this year panics me.

The Peace/Bird Garden got some visits from deer – a Momma and two fawns – several weeks back, feasting on my garden phlox, and the birds have chewed the leaves of my sedum. I dug up a couple of phlox to put them into intensive care, replacing them with a couple of pots of lantana. The bird bath continues to be popular, the hummingbirds are buzzing around, the songbirds flock to the suet and sunflower feeders, keeping the garden in motion.

It’s comforting to see the bees…

In just a little over two weeks, the New Yorkers will be here! Since we had just a taste of the Joy that is All of our Family Being Together, I am thirsty for Camp Activities, Donut Bank, and simply Being Together. In the meantime, I’ve got some projects going, hopefully including a trip over to Carmi to see my friends’ garden and on to Grayville to spruce up Grandma and Grandpa Eaton’s grave. Stay cool, my friends!

Peace

Posted in Sunday Report

What’s goin’ on…

Hey, kids! It’s busy here at the Acres, but no excuses for not keeping in touch. Casey finished up painting the porch ceiling and we got it put back together just in time for the storms. We watched a couple of morning storms from there and it’s thrilling, but the middle-of-the-night events were windier and laden with lightning. There have been no serious tree-falls, just lots of branches and leaves strewn about. Casey had just been commenting that he hadn’t had to mow during the drought, but the vegetation has bounded back with a vengeance. The humidity has arrived and unpacked its bags for the summer, so here we go with the sweating. It’s Summertime, love.

The Edible Garden plants have jumped up, as well. Those three tomato plants that were so shocked during their transplant are suffering from blossom end rot. I don’t think it’s my watering, though it’s hard to tell now that we’ve gotten drenched, so I’m going to add some calcium. I’m glad that I bought three more of the better boys as back-up, but they are still pretty small.

We harvested the first tomatoes on Wednesday and the yellow squash and zucchini have put out a half-dozen or so fruits. We pulled one cucumber off today and it looks kind of puny. The hummingbirds and bees are loving the scarlet runner bean blooms. I’ll need to start harvesting the green beans once it dries out a bit, and there are a dozen sweet bell peppers growing strong.

My scheme to attract bees is working! The anise hyssop is in bloom and the bees have noticed. I put a bee house nearby and there’s some mud beneath the windvane for them to leave some cocoons.

Do you have big plans for the 4th? We do! We’ll drive to Nashville that morning and settle in for three days of the North American Irish Dance Championships, starring Emma and Eliza, of course. Emma dances on Wednesday, Eliza on Friday. The Jrs. are meeting up with us on Wednesday. I will get to meet a lot of people I’ve only seen on Instagram and hug some old friends again, too. Verry excited.

Have a great holiday celebration! Stay safe!

Peace