Showing posts with label farmer's market. Show all posts
Showing posts with label farmer's market. Show all posts

Saturday, September 26, 2020

We Just Discovered...


...our home has a name: Baysweep.

We also found out who the architect was:  Dean Bryant Vollendorf.

pretty sure he's the taller one

DBV was born in Sheboygan Wisconsin in 1929 and heavily influenced by Frank Lloyd Wright, whom he referred to as one of the premier icons of architecture in the 20th century.

Uncovering this info may not seem like that big a deal to most folks...I mean, a quick phone call to the township office would do the trick, right?

Well...that's what we thought back in 2017 when we bought the home...but the township clerk informed us our house plans were destroyed by a major roof leak years ago.

Me, incredulously: "You have no records of our house plans on file at all?  No blueprints?  No papers of any kind?"

She, indifferently: "Correct."

Me, indignantly: "But have you seen this home?  It's so unique, we'd really like to know its history!"

She, indolently: "Uh huh."

Me, defeated: "So now what?"

She, detached: "Have a nice day." <click>

So...stumbling onto this information that finally fills in the details about the pedigree of this unusual mid century modern home after three years of wandering down dead ends has been, well, exciting!

I know what you're thinking...all our hours of online research, phone calls and emails finally paid off, right?


Not quite.

Karen found the answer to our riddle exactly where you'd never expect it to be: online at the Aldi's "Aisle of Shame" group.
This, believe it or not, is a real thing and Karen is often online with literally tens of thousands of other folks from all around the country who buy home decor type items they find in the Aldi's "aisle of shame".

Why is it the aisle of shame?

It's tongue in cheek obviously, and was given that sobriquet because Aldi's built their reputation as a no frills grocery store.

Ergo, when people go there to save money on their grocery bill, but are spotted dilly dallying in an aisle devoted to <insert shocked gasp here> home decor items! - well, you get the idea.

When people find something they like in the AOS, they post pics of it in and around their homes.

For example, Karen recently posted this little collage of a cabinet and some stick on tiles she bought in the AOS:

In short order she had over 7,000 likes and 375 comments.

This is - how shall I describe it? - an active and enthusiastic bunch, bordering on a cult ...um...devoted following.

So one fine day Karen spotted a posting by a nice lady named Heather from Missouri.

She was highlighting some cute Aldi's stuff sitting in her courtyard...a courtyard that looked suspiciously similar to ours:
Heather's courtyard...

...and ours

A few quick inquiries and helpful replies from Heather and we finally had the answers for which we'd been searching.

Since then Karen and Heather have been swapping pics and war stories about restoring our Vollendorf Baysweep homes...

"You had to replace the roof, too?  How about the floor to ceiling windows?  Oh yeah, big owee there..."

Let's face it, there's a certain kinship you feel with someone who's walking the same path you are.

Now stop it before I get all misty here.

We even discovered there's a "Friends of Vollendorf" FB group, centered on Mr. V's work.

From them we found out there are only 11 known Baysweep homes across these fruited plains, and between Heather's and ours, we account for 2 of them.

Anyway...that, class, is the definition of Serendipity.


Here's the best part of this week's hickory golf outing...

...glorious autumn colors punctuating my pleasant stroll through the countryside.

Here's the worst part of today's outing...

...that's my "new" (circa 1925) Driving Iron which performed admirably at first - I was striking my gutta perchas 140 yards much to my delight - but then for several holes it seemed like I was hitting solid drives but getting no distance.

Then on #8 I heard the loud crack as I teed off and, well, that cleared up the mystery.

It wasn't all bad news, however...

...I managed to bogey 7, 8 and 9 on my way out...


...due mostly to some decent work with my niblick...


...and almost competent putting with Calamity Jane.

I say "almost" because had it been actually competent I would have snagged two pars, but such was this round.

Hopefully I'll have a few more chances to tee it up before the snow flies.


Busy day at the farmer's market...

...with long lines to get in...

...but they moved along fairly quickly.

Once inside we noticed a distinct fall-ish flavor to much of the produce now...








...with lots of apples and pumpkins gracing the various booths.

Perfect autumn day to browse the market.


Random sightings...

not even in Holland...96th ave on the way back from golfing today


also on the way back from the links...a little fall color on the roadside


not sure it's coherent, but it does communicate their unhappiness


relaxing by the patio garden


And that my friends draws the curtains...

...on another excitin' installment of the Atomic Monster Cafe.

We trust you observed state mandates on social distancing and prescribed mask protocol...

...while you were visiting us today.

We'd hate to have to arrest and jail you for trying to live a normal life...

...but she will if she gets the chance.

later, mcm fans...

Saturday, September 14, 2019

O Say Did You Know...

...on this day in 1814...Francis Scott Key wrote "The Defence of Fort McHenry"?

Mr. Key did so after watching the British bomb Maryland's Fort McHenry during the war of 1812.

In the morning he was so thrilled to see Old Glory still flying proudly above the fort he took selfies with the flag in the background and posted them on instagram.

"OMG!  this is like, so incredible!"

Sadly, there are probably some folks reading this who a) actually think that might have happened or worse, b) would do that today if it happened to them.

What actually occurred was Mr. Key - lawyer, author, amateur poet - was so inspired he took quill in hand (typewriters wouldn't be invented for another 50+ years) and composed his now famous poem.

Unable to force a surrender, the British gave up the assault and Fort McHenry was saved.

Newspapers of the day printed Key's poem, which became quite popular and was quickly set to music.

In 1916 President Woodrow Wilson decreed it should be played before official events of state, and soon it became part of major sporting events as well.

Today we know it as "The Star Spangled Banner", adopted as our national anthem on March 3, 1931.

Yes, its octave and a half range renders it practically un-singable (a real word I just made up) for many of us, but when someone with the requisite pipes belts it out, it still brings tears to my eyes.

So next time you hear it, stand up -
- gents, remove your hats, everyone put your right hand over your heart and give thanks you live in the greatest country on earth.
Speaking of things with national importance, this political season has made me ponder once again the magnificence of our founding documents and especially the Constitution.
What a brilliant work, laying as it did the foundation and mechanisms for our democratic republic to grow and prosper.

Its purpose is clearly enunciated in the preamble - 

Form a more perfect union
Establish justice
Insure domestic tranquility
Provide for the common defense
Promote the general welfare  -and-
Secure the blessings of liberty

Wouldn't it be wonderful if the people who want to run the place actually read this document and took its purpose, principles and proclamations to heart?

After all, whoever wins in 2020 will take this oath as prescribed in article 2 of the Constitution when sworn in as President in January of 2021:

"I do solemnly swear that I will faithfully execute the Office of the President of the United States, and will to the best of my ability preserve, protect and defend the Constitution of the United States."
Yeah, like that guy.
On a more lighthearted note, Karen forced me to pull out the All Hallows E'en stuff to make sure we're ready for the big day:
I of course did not want to and so tried my best to reason with her:

"But dearest," says I, "it's more than a month away!  Plus, I am very busy at the moment, doing important tasks that should not be interrupted."

"You," says she, "are doing nothing more than watching grown men play a silly game that involves running into each other at high speeds for no discernible reason."
"But my darling kumquat," replies I, "this is a very important game and if I do not see the end -"

"- you will watch the highlights on the news tonight," finishes she for me.

"Now up, up, up and do my bidding!"

She might say I am mixing two different events together here...that it was I who wanted to pull out all the Halloween decorations and only later did I use those excuses when she wanted me to move furniture around in the bonus room.

Me, I prefer not to argue about such trivial matters and really, now that it's over, who's to say what actually happened?

As far as I know there is no photographic evidence and even if there was, that can usually be purchased for a reasonable sum to avoid the unpleasantness of court proceedings.

In any event, I say we let the past be the past and focus instead on the important issues...like getting ready for All Hallows E'en.
From the looks, most of the gang is in good shape and will be ready to go on the big night.  Hopefully I will be, too...
Once again, no hickory golf this week...
...too much rain and too many schedule conflicts...dang...I have been swatting whiffle golf balls in the back yard with my hickories but...jes' ain't tha same.

Next week.

For sure.
Bought this gorgeous piece of mid century modern art for our coffee niche...
...from the Retro Lifestyle Company  
Never were truer words written.
Gorgeous fall day at the farmer's market...
...well, this guy was spotted on the way to the farmer's market...
big crowds today...


starting to look very fall-ish there...



gotta love Autumn...

Some parting shots seen 'round the ol' homestead...
honest, I have no idea how he got there...



taking a break from the wood pile I guess...




I admit it; it's a weakness...



no denying, fall is on the way...
And so it is with great sorrow and anguish of soul...
Moron, noun                                        
mo-ron | 'mor-ahn                                   
1) a very stupid person                                   
2) a person with limited intellectual abilities
...we once again reach the terminus, the end point, the last stop along the path of literary greatness before the driver turns around and yells at all of us to get off his bus because he's got stuff to do that doesn't involve babysitting a bunch of crybaby passengers...
...so I say we listen to the man, get off the bus and get on with our lives before he does something all of us will regret...
...like asking Roseanne Barr to sing the national anthem again.

later, mcm fans...