Monday, March 29, 2010

Search and Dream


Last night I dreamt, in stunning detail, that I was reading this book. I read it in fact from front to back. The pictures in the book would come to life for me, and tell me stories about my husband's ancestors. The stories I read didn't make as much sense as the stories I was told. The written ones were all surreal and avant garde, which was mesmerizing.

I deduce from this dream a few things. Firstly, I really want to read. Why not make it this book? There is no reason why not, because this book is actually an exquisite compilation.

I found this treasure at the Brass Armadillo several months past. Since then I've been told that Lippincott's Magazine actually published several famous authors, such as Sir Arthur Conan Doyle and Oscar Wilde. None of these wound up in this volume, but I am told many volumes may be available online. You may or may not be interested to know, Lippincott's Magazine eventually became McBride's for a year and then was brought up by Scribner's.

Of course, the book originally held interest for us, my husband and me, because it is almost certain that my husband is related to those who founded and ran this magazine. It was published by J.B. Lippincott and company, and was in the family for several generations. After Scribner bought the company a descendant of J.B. started the Lippincott publishing company that now publishes medical journals and such.

My husband is a descendant of Joshua Coles Lippincott, who I am told was born in 1811. J.B. or Joshua Ballinger Lippincott was born either in 1813 or 1816 according to various sources I've stumbled upon.

Joshua Coles' mother was Ann Coles and Joshua Ballinger's mother was Sarah Ballinger. Not too surprising because Joshua is a name that has deep roots in the Lippincott family, and adapting the maiden name into a middle name is quite common as well. Still, a coincidence my imagination allowed itself to read too much into.

Really I only know these things as an apprentice. I am no relative (except by marriage) of the Lippincott family, which traces its American roots all the way back to Richard of the Puritans, I believe.

So I spent the day reading stories and newspaper articles about my husband's random ancestors. I read about plenty of Quakers. Quite exciting, and very satisfying.

From what I can gather, my husband's nearest common ancestor with J.B. is Restore Lippincott, the third son of Richard Lippincott. From there my husband is descended from Restore and Hannah Lippincott's son Jacob, and J.B. was descended from their son James. All in a day's amateur sleuthing, so take this with a huge barrel of salt, but at any rate the relation is not very close.

Still somehow it feels special. Besides, the real pay off of all this research was reading stories about people who lived so long ago. Nothing serious, just some fun really. Another white rabbit I had fun chasing.

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Egg Rolls


So... I went a little bit out of my culinary comfort zone last night and prepared some egg rolls. They were delicious, I am happy to report. However, I did have a few issues with the dough along the way, and due mostly to not having the proper equipment (a deep fryer) the finished product was nice and crispy on the outside but ever so slightly doughy just below the surface.

I don't think I will be using that hot and sour soup recipe again. It turned out more like an american vegetable soup than anything, and that's after I made the executive decision to leave out the potatoes. Still good, but not what I'd hoped for.

The green tea, in my great aunt's teacups, was an excellent addition to the meal.

All in all extremely on the cheap side the whole meal. Cabbage is pretty cheap, but leftover cabbage from St. Pat's day feels even cheaper while being no less delicious.

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Moon Marbles

War Cards and Tube of Marbles

Dragon and Unicorn Dice and Handmade Marble

"German" Kleenex, Alphabet D30(with wilds), and D30


Here are some treasures we picked up from Moon Marble Company this weekend. I really enjoyed this little shop in Bonner Springs, KS. Everything from Mr. Bacon's board game to yoyos.

And I have long had a fascination with marbles. I collected them as a kid. Then during the flood in CR a few years back I spent one sunny spring afternoon in the coffee shop with Bob going through a large bin one marble at a time picking out our favorites. I have absolutely no bad memories pertaining to marbles, and if I do I don't want to be reminded of them.

Marbles are so simply decadent in my mind. A small ball of gorgeous glass, sure maybe used for a game (which is decadent enough), but usually not used for anything but being a bit of glamor in a jar.

We even got to watch a guy named Ernie make a big marble and a tiny marble. I would like to get one of those works of art some day, for now $40 marbles seem a bit too decadent. However, we did get a small hand made one for only 33 cents. You can feel where it was attached to the rod!




Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Blogly Crushes

Valentine Collage from my Best Friend

So while we are on the subject of support I decided to recommend/mini-review two of the blogs I follow that have me completely twitterpated.

The first blog is by my best friend. I have followed it from its very beginnings, and I followed its predecessor. So I have seen how it has transformed and pushed its limits time and time again. S. has a way of making me dream about the future at the same time as being fully in the moment. There's a desperate passion about this blog. A frenzy that manages to stay level, rooted in where she's at. I never know what to expect when I go there, other than fine writing and beautiful wit. Religious meditations, story telling, cooking dreams, the love of dancing, and photography are revered here. I am so glad this strong spirit is not just some distant blogger but also my bestest friend in the whole wide world. Her blog is my first blogly love.

The second blog I have tagged here before. It is a sweet blog, full of quiet grace and deep resonance. She is passionate about the earth, and manages to remind me of the small gifts it gives as well as its big picture. I am reminded of the strong gratitude I feel for living here and how much sad danger the earth I love is up against. The blog is also chock full of breathtaking photography and beautiful art. In addition she has "Manifesto Monday" every Monday, which is always an inspiring way to start the week. And this week she is collecting lists of reasons women love being women and posting them. I literally blushed completely beet red and got all giddy when I read that she is going to put my list up.

Monday, March 1, 2010

A Return to Drawing

My Drawing of My Photo

Photo From the Window of Our New Apartment



I really have always wanted to draw and to paint in addition to writing. Writing seems to be the one I had the most natural talent in and the most support behind me for. So I will literally daydream about painting and drawing wonderful works of art and never realize those dreams.

Not only were my drawings not supported by my mother growing up, but she also expressed outright disdain toward them from time to time. My sister received all of the art supplies, and I received all of the notebooks. The message was clear. You can't draw. Stick to what you're good at.


So here's a tribute to all those moments in my life where I needed support and it wasn't there.