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Thursday, January 16, 2003
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R S Germany Cake Plate SetIt's been since before Christmas that I listed anything on Ebay, and I need to get busy again. Scott made another trip to the attic and came down with a few more items to list, and hopefully I'll have them up in a day or two. This is a very old cake plate set, handpainted R.S. Germany. I love the colors - bright oranges, cream flowers with a hint of purple. I don't imagine they've ever been used, as they are all in perfect condition. The backdrop is an antique quilt I purchased at an auction about two years ago. I wish someone could identify the pattern. I've tried, but haven't come up with anything yet. The squares are pink, the sunburst is stitched on an indigo (nearly purple) background with the points in a very pale yellow. It has definite signs of age; the edges are frayed and there is some discoloration, but I think it's just beautiful. Maybe I can talk Scott into photographing the quilt only to capture the colors better and post a picture later. 6:48:10 PM ![]()
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"Snow"...from Smoke and Steel - 1922SNOW took us away from the smoke valleys into white mountains, we saw velvet blue cows eating a vermillion grass and they gave us a pink milk. Snow changes our bones into fog streamers caught by the wind and spelled into many dances. Six bits for a sniff of snow in the old days bought us bubbles beautiful to forget floating long arm women across sunny autumn hills. Our bones cry and cry, no let-up, cry their telegrams: In the old days six bits got us snow and stopped the yen—now the government says: No, no, when our bones cry their telegrams: More, more. The blue cows are dying, no more pink milk, no more floating long arm women, the hills are empty—us for the smoke valleys—sneeze and shiver and croak, you dopes—the government says: No, no. --Carl Sandburg 5:46:47 PM ![]()
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First snowIt snowed today!! First snowfall this winter....a glorious inch of shimmering wet snow. It began around 10:00 AM. A soft cascading dance of snowflakes in a variety of sizes and shapes shimmied down from the heavens and clung to the ground for a few brief hours, and I stood at my office window hoping it would never stop and itching to venture outside. There's nothing left now but a little dusting here and there, though the streets are slushy wet and may make for hazardous driving tonight and tomorrow morning. 4:54:13 PM ![]()
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