Wednesday, October 12, 2016

It’s been awhile and I’ve been busy, mainly with Cranberry Hall and Guild work.

I spent most of the day on Thursday working to get my Guild business ready for the meeting that night. The evening included the regular business meeting as well as a quilt show meeting so there was lots to do. We also went to an afternoon movie that day. Thursday is my “office” day and I barely got to my own work so I took most of the day on Friday going through e-mail, filing, and getting Pat’s year end off to the accountant. I took time in the afternoon to have coffee with Carola; we had our own Show and Tell session as she made some purchases at Hands Across the Water and I was able to show off my Portland purchases.

Saturday morning was the bee at the Cranberry Hall rental house – it was a bee if you count only two people working as a bee. I arrived ahead of Dee and, although it is dark and creepy inside the basement, I headed in. I didn’t feel qualified to make many decisions but I found some loose screws scattered about and I thought I could at least gather them into one place. All was going well until I found a dead rat in one of the bins – I barely remember getting outside and into my car but that is where Dee found me when she arrived. I wasn’t keen on going back in but Dee said she wasn’t squeamish and anything I didn’t want to touch she would handle. She was amazing and we were done in a couple of hours. We have a pile to give to the economy shop, a pile to sell through some of the local auction sites, and a whole lot of stuff for the dump. I commented to Pat in the afternoon that my legs were sore – I think it was from being ready to run every time I moved a box or looked into a container!

We had a lovely day on Sunday and celebrated Thanksgiving with a turkey dinner in Lund. The Boardwalk is better known for their fish and chips, but they had a four-course turkey dinner for Sunday and it was very good. We enjoyed the drive out and sat on a bench in the sun by the ocean before it was time to eat dinner. Since we had gone out for dinner there were no leftovers to enjoy on Monday so I went out and bought a roasted turkey breast; with potatoes, dressing, carrots and gravy it was just like a leftover dinner.

Yesterday was a bee day and I showed you the birthday banner I finished. The banner did double duty as it was also my mini project for the month. I worked on hand stitching and got a bit more done on my second I’m A Farmer’s Daughter block.

I had an appointment this morning with the accountant that handles the Cranberry Hall accounts. I went directly from there down to the hall. One of the Board members generally does a weekly cleaning but she had some surgery this week so I volunteered to take it over until she is back on her feet. I’m not sure I did all that great a job (it certainly isn’t House Concert standard) but after an hour and a half my back was aching so I had to leave.

We are to get the first in a series of three storms tonight. We’ve been getting warnings about them for a few days now so we should be prepared. We lost our power one night last week (there had been no warnings); Pat had to walk upstairs in the dark for the flashlight so we’ll try to be better prepared tonight.

Friday, October 7, 2016

After leaving Fabric Depot we headed to Menucha and their Blues in the Gorge program. It was a lovely sunny day and, although the drive to the facilities wasn’t long, we took our time and drove along the Historic Columbia River Highway. We passed a number of large waterfalls but the one we were headed for particularly was the Multnomah. When we arrived there was no parking to be found – it was completely jammed packed and even from the vehicle we could see why. It was just beautiful. We headed back towards Menucha but found parking at Wahkeena falls just half a mile away. There was a hiking trail leading back to Multnomah so we walked it and, after a look at the falls, we had lunch.

Menucha was the homestead of John Painter and his family who settled there in 1874. They fled Hawaii when members of the family were threatened with isolation in a leper colony. Most of the family later succumbed to complications from leprosy and are buried on the property (but I never found their gravesite). The property was purchased by the Meier family as a summer retreat and they built their main residence (Wright Hall) in the early 1920s. The Meier’s were Jewish and hadn’t been allowed into any of the country clubs in Portland; their home became a popular spot for many of the wealthy families from across the US.

But we were there for the music. One of the four instructors was Mary Flower who was the first performer at our first House Concert and it was nice to connect with her again; she will be returning to Powell River next week to do a show at the Cranberry Hall. The accommodations were basic but I had a good long counter to work at with a not-too-uncomfortable chair. Meals were adequate but I would have liked to have had a kettle or small coffee pot in the room or even in the common area of the dorm we were staying in. Pat enjoyed the sessions and I got a lot of stitching done. Pat will consider going back next year but I think I’d probably stay at home; I’ll get as much stitching done and be in a more comfortable environment.

Each evening there were performances by the instructors and one evening was devoted to the students. I enjoyed the concerts and when we got back to Portland on Sunday evening we attended another concert by all four of the presenters. There were a lot of the people from the music camp in attendance so we didn’t feel like strangers.

Our hotel looked out over the river and felt luxurious after the dorms at Menucha. One of our trips down one of the hallways led past a couple of bookshelves. I stopped to look at them and found several books that were on my list of books to read. The books all had prices marked in them so I asked one of the employees if they were for sale but she said they were available to hotel guests; they were books that had been left behind in the past. I limited myself to two of them!

We had looked forward to our day in Portland with quite a few things planned but Pat was pretty tired from the event and we settled on a trip to Powell Books. Powell’s is like Fabric Depot – only for books! We could have spent days in there but our parking meter only allowed us 90 minutes and we used that up without any difficulty. I was overwhelmed when it came to the crafting room – yes, I said room! I ended up with only one crafting book; two of our house concert people (back to back performers) sang songs of the Underground Railroad and, while performing in front of my quilt, mentioned the quilts of the Underground Railway. This seems to be the only book available that talks about the history of those quilts.

We spent the rest of the afternoon relaxing in our room and got an early start on Tuesday morning, driving all the way home. The weather wasn’t as nice as it had been on the way down, but we were both glad to be home.