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Saturday, 17 March 2012

An Irish Tragedy At Grosse Ile

While I'm as happy as the next person to celebrate St. Patrick's Day with all the trimmings of Irish song, mirth and folklore, I am a firm believer in remembering the history of so many who fled certain death if they did not emigrate to the Americas.  The suffering of one people is our caution to ensure it does not happen to other peoples.

My daughter sent me a pic of a vintage sign hanging in a NY bar. ~


As one million Irish died of starvation during the Great Potato Famine of the 1800's, another one million chose emigration to the Americas.  They were weak from malnutrition and brought an epidemic of Cholera and Typhus with them.  The African Slave Trade had ended and the holds of those same ships were now overcrowded with desperate Irish immigrants. There was no potable water, little food and no sanitation facilities. Thousands did not survive the voyage.  

The Canadian quarantine station was build on a small island, just 1 Kilometre by 3 Kilometres, in the St. Lawrence River, near Quebec City.  In 1847 the flood of immigrants had reached a peak that overwhelmed the rudimentary facilities of the island and it's staff. Overcrowded death ships piled up in the river as the fever sheds on shore were jammed with the sick and dying.  Those who survived the passage of as many as 60 days at sea, were trapped on board with more contagious sick.  

By the end of that terrible year, over 6,000 Irish souls were laid to rest on Grosse Ile. These mounds are mass graves. ~

Today, the Island is a National Park with a monument to those who never saw their dream of freedom and prosperity come to be.  Their names are also engraved on a glass plaque.  For those 1,500 who died nameless, an engraving of a sailing ship commemorates each one. ~ 
  

Families were fractured as the healthy were released to find their way in the new land and, for many years, the Montreal newspapers carried notices of people trying to find their loved ones or discover if they had perished on the island. 

Today, I will hope that St. Patrick keeps them all safely together and heaven rings with Irish laughter and song.  












  


  



Thursday, 15 March 2012

Fixing Broken Glass!

You can do it!  You can repair broken glass!  This is a great relief to those of us who live in glass houses and favour throwing rocks.

I bought a glass, candelabra style lamp at auction.  Sometime between the bidding and it arriving home, one arm broke.  That is, the lamp broke an arm, not me.  I loved this lamp and felt so bad about it being damaged that I couldn't bring myself to throw it out.

Then, I came across this glue, called Glass, Metal & More, in a sewing notions store.  I'm sure you can buy it elsewhere but that is the first time I've seen it. ~


$7.99 is not too huge an investment to give it a try.  The label said there were toxic fumes and it is extremely flammable so I  put out my corn cob pipe and headed outside to experiment.  I took rubber gloves 'cause I'm the kind of person who will glue their hand to a lamp.

Here's the sad, little broken arm. ~


It claims the glue sets up fast but I didn't find that was so.  Maybe the day wasn't warm enough.  After I added a bit more glue, I taped the arm in place and brought it inside for the night.  



By the next day, I had this. ~


The glue held well enough for me to press down on it while adding the shades. ~


It adds the perfect amount of sparkle to my desk at night! ~


Have a day where you conquer the impossible! ~

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Monday, 12 March 2012

Dressing The Table For St. Paddy's Day

I spied a remnant of sequined, dark green fabric at my favourite textile store.  This is the kind of material ice skaters costumes are made of.  It was reduced to $9 for about a yard and a half.  Since I was buying $1,000 worth of drapery fabric for a client, they threw the remnant in for free.  Yay!

I thought it would make festive table runners that were sparkly enough to please even my granddaughters.

Here's the full tutorial on how I made the runners.  Cut the fabric to the desired width and length. That's it.  Seriously, I didn't even hem it.  I'm not running all those sequins through my sewing machine! 


I dressed up a nineteenth century majolica pitcher with a dollar store shamrock thingy, a blue/green ribbon rose and a partridge. ~


Of course I used the hand embroidered Irish linen napkins that I picked up in a box of linens at auction.  I have a collection of vintage silver napkin rings and pressed them into service for the occasion. ~


I wanted to use items from the 1800's as that was the time of the mass emigration from Ireland and when my ancestors arrived in Canada.

A creamware pitcher and this wonderful "Cutty Sark" pattern transferware sugar bowl hail from that time. ~



The transferware plates are reproductions from Homesense.  My beloved, pearl handled dessert set is vintage. ~


Does this all work in a dining room wallpapered in Toile de Jouy? ~


Of course it does.  You see the French did not invent Toile.  No siree, it is an Irish invention from the 16th century!  Thank you Ireland!  How could I live without my toile?

I also thank the Irish for inventing modern chemistry, the induction coil, hollow needles for syringes, Seismology, Bin aural stethoscopes, shorthand, nickle zinc batteries, portable defibrillators, boycotting (that alone kept one of my daughters busy through her teen years) and discovering neutrons and splitting the first atom (oh yes they did).  They, also, invented whisky.  I probably didn't have to tell you the last one. Te he.

I'll leave you with the words of Adrienne Cook.

St. Patrick's Day is an enchanted time ~ a day to begin transforming winter's dreams into a summer's magic.

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Friday, 9 March 2012

A Different Take On St. Patrick's Day

I'm Irish.  Well, half Irish.  That is, my mom was 100% Irish and she preferred to ignore that her children's father was English.  She gave us Irish names and told us stories of our genealogy (excluding the English side of course) and expected us to act like the displaced royalty she always said we were.  If we did anything she considered uncouth, she reminded us that we were direct descendants of Brian Boru and, therefore, "descended from kings.".  The fact that she had never set foot on the 'ole sod' didn't stop her from waiting for our ancestral lands and Norman castle to be returned to their rightful owners.

Soooo - while I'm waiting, I celebrate St. Patrick's Day with some of the things that mean Ireland to me.  I'm not big on leprechauns and pots of gold.  That cuts out the usual decorations that are in stores and I'll have to make my own.

I need a banner for my loyal knights to rally around! ~

   
I might have been influenced by having just finished reading the first book in the A Game Of Thrones series with all the knights in bejewelled armour, carrying their banners into battle. ~


I start with some pieces of painter's drop cloth and this jewel encrusted green fabric. ~

 

I'm from the O'Neill clan and chose their heraldic symbol of a bloody hand for one pennant.  We O'Neills are really fun people.  I have to draw the hand with a fabric marker since those images aren't all that popular in clipart.  I do find an image of an Irish harp. This one is a copy of the Brian Boru harp that is in the Trinity College library in Dublin. Did I ever tell you that I worked on Loreena McKennitt's beautiful Celtic albums when I was in the music biz?  I love her!  For the third pennant, I found an image of a Celtic style shamrock.  I inverted the images and printed them on a lazer printer.  You can use the Critrosolv transfer method Here.  I decided to try the Chartpak Blender Pen that Wendy from Herballistic Garden gave me.  It's the same method but takes a lot less rubbing to get the image to transfer.  I had cut strips of the emerald fabric, rolled them for a 3D effect and glued them on the pennants. ~


A scrap of green piping and a couple of $ store tassels and she's ready to hang under my little $4 shelf, proclaiming that this is Tir Eoghan (Land Of Eoghan), stronghold of the O'Neill clans. Some Irish books and sheet music sit on top of the fireplace. ~


The shelf holds another tiny book of Irish quotes, a porcelain angel made in Ireland that belonged to my mom, a Celtic cross and my grandma's silver and green stone pin that was made in Ireland.  The angel is missing a wing and I don't want to talk about that.  Just say, "Maeve is a bad cat!".  Never name your cat after an Irish warrior queen. They don't follow rules! ~


What have I forgotten?  The sea of course!  I donwnload an image from The Graphics Fairy that she calls a mermaid.  That she is holding a baby seal tells me it is really one of the fabled Irish sea creatures, a Selkie. I give her an emerald crown and put her in a Georgian Era silver frame.  ~


Welcome to Tir Eoghan! ~


Rally round my brave bannermen and we will retake Castle Shane to restore the honour of the mighty O'Neills!  Or, we can sit here, sip on some Irish Mist and listen to Loreena Mckennitt if you prefer.


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Monday, 5 March 2012

And The Daddy Of The Year Award Goes To....

This guy ~


Yup, my son in law is the current holder of the title.  Sorry to all the other great dads out there!

He didn't get the award for this day, when we see him in the courthouse adopting four little ones, bringing his number of kids up to six. ~



He gets it for finding a lost stuffed dog.  When your youngest child spent the first three years of her life in the foster care system, she doesn't have many things that are her own. Through three foster homes and a failed adoption, all she managed to hold onto was one stuffed dog.

This little girl is resilient.  I call her Amish Girl because she pitches in around the barn and kitchen  with a degree of competence that is amazing!  My sister and I were husking corn and Amish Girl offered to help.  At three, she probably wouldn't be able to get even one done, but we let her try.  That kid yanked those husks off faster than I could and kept right on husking until we were done.  She told us one of the foster parents taught her how to do it.  What, when she was in a crib she was doing kitchen work?

Tough as she is, Amish girl is afraid of the dark and surrounds herself with "stuffies" every night.  Her bed has been moved in between her two sisters beds, even though my daughter thinks it makes the room look like an orphanage with them all lined up on one wall. Mommy and Daddy still get up several times a night to settle Amish Girl down.

A spring clean out of toys led to the disaster of Amish Girl's stuffed dog going to the Salvation Army.  Oh No!!!  

Here comes Daddy to the rescue.  He goes to the Salvation Army, pleads his case and gets to rummage through the donations to look for it.  This renowned cancer researcher and university professor dumpster dove for a toy!  He finds it!!!  He even insists on giving them $1.50 to buy it back from them, though they have offered it free.

Stuffy Dog is home and Amish Girl snuggles into bed with her long time friend.  Feel free to awww over this sweetie pie! ~

    
Now don't you think my son in law deserves to have that award this week?


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Sunday, 4 March 2012

High Tea Sandwiches

With the Diamond Jubilee celebrations under way, what is more fitting than serving tea with elegant little sandwiches and sweets?  Just reading a description of paper thin cucumber slices on tiny triangles of bread makes me smile.

My sister and I were making pinwheel tea sandwiches today for a baby shower tomorrow. You want to make these a day ahead so the mixed fillings have some time to set and don't run out onto a duchess's garden party frock.

We started by whipping a half pound of butter with 1/2 cup or less of water in a mixmaster.  Add the water as you go until you have a fluffy consistency.  This makes it easy to spread without tearing the bread and, incidentally, doubles the volume of the butter.  It's a great trick for economy whenever you are making sandwiches for a crowd.

Whipped butter  ~


We had the bakery cut the loaves lengthwise.  It would have been nice if they had told us, in time, that they weren't able to dye the bread blue as we requested.  Not that the dye is good for you, but it would have been sweet for a baby boy's shower.  

Trim the crust from the bread slices. ~


This is sooo handy having my sister here so I'm not trying to take pics with one hand while I cut with the other.  With a rolling pin, lightly roll each slice of bread.  You do the work Lynn and I'll take the pictures.

We don't want to waste all those crusts so we cut them up, bag them and freeze them for making croutons. ~


Take the slices and butter them. ~


You only want a thin layer of butter.  Then spread each with your filling.  We made tuna salad, egg salad, peanut butter and banana, cream cheese with herbs and cream cheese with smoked salmon.  

We got busy talking about making these with our Mom for showers and garden weddings and forgot to take pictures of the next step.  When you have spread a thin layer of filling on top of the butter, lay gherkins across the the bottom of the slice, width wise.  Two small gherkins will fit.  For the peanut butter sandwiches, you replace the gherkin with a small banana.  

Start rolling.  Isn't she doing a great job?  I'm helping her out by telling her stories.  That's worked out really well throughout our lives!  ~


Don't worry about the sides being raggedy.  We're going to fix that later.  Wrap the rolls in plastic wrap and refrigerate for an hour (or more if you start showing your sister blogs you like and forget the time).  

Cut off the raggedy ends and eat them discard them.  ~


Keep slicing the roll.  See how the cute little gherkins make the centre of the pinwheel!  ~


Talk about all the kinds of tea sandwiches we made for my daughter's garden wedding while we put them in plastic containers.  The best part of doing these old fashioned things is the memories that come flooding in!


Here's the trick all our mothers knew.  Put the sandwiches in a container about three deep.  You don't want them squishing each other by doing too many layers.  Then, take a clean tea towel or napkin, wet it and wring it out well. (I don't know why I add the clean towel part.  It's not likely you'd snatch up a floor rag and use that.)  Lay the damp cloth on top of the sandwiches and put the lid on.  The bread won't dry out at all and the fillings will have all night to set.


Make sure you keep a plate of samples out for you and your sister to munch on while you reminisce about all the special occasions and people in your lives. ~

  
You know the first ones to go are always the egg salad and peanut butter and banana.  My brothers used to call these shooter sandwiches.  That kind of took the poshness out of the whole affair!  DO NOT refer to them as such if any of the royals drop in for tea!

Have a perfectly elegant day! 


Wednesday, 29 February 2012

Where Have All The People Gone?

That's what a lot of blog writers will be saying tomorrow as they lose Google Friend Connect and, with it, their roll of members.  This is heartbreaking for them because they have worked hard, and shared so much, to build their readership.  If you realize you haven't seen a post from any of your favourites in a few days, check to make sure they haven't lost the ability to show up on your Google Reader.  We're all sticking together on this one and we all thank you for hanging in there!

You may have noticed that I now have three ways of following It's All Connected.  The RSS feed delivers posts directly to your email and I don't know who you are.  I'm not affected by the changes in Google Friend Connect as I'm with Blogger and that is owned by (guess who?) Google.  I've added Linky Friends Connect in support of my friends who are affected by the changes.  It is simple to use and your ID is not shared with any other persons or companies.  There is another way of following that involves joining circles and a whole bunch of hoopla that I do not subscribe to.  I know I wouldn't go to all that trouble to follow someone so I'm sure not going to put you through it!  I'm delighted to have you follow whatever way you like the best.

I do have one teeny problem the changes have created.  I like to send a welcome message to each new member.  In the beginning, I had so few I could really have baked a batch of welcome cookies and driven it to their house!  With multiple means of joining, my little brain fried and I lost track of who had been welcomed and who had not.

Soooo - this is ONE BIG WELCOME to everyone who is new and ONE BIG THANK YOU to all my loyal friends!!!  You have given me a wonderful opportunity to connect with people on every continent and dozens of countries.  I've been able to laugh and cry with you.  I learn from you everyday and carry your comments in my heart through every day.

Instead of showing up at your door with the cookies, I hope these vintage images convey my appreciation.  They are from a vintage baking pamphlet that is over 75 years old and you are welcome to use the images any way you please.  I've done them in JPEG in the original colour and black and white for Citrasolv transfers.  I've even inverted one for Citrasolv or ModPodg transferring.  Right click on the image to send it to your desktop.

THANK YOU!





"Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive."
~ Anais Nin