While we may be confined, Nature Abounds! Spring is truly “Springing.” If nothing else, Mother Nature provides a little mood-lifter in the forms of budding leaves and flowers, as they peek out from garden beds! My friend, Anne, is constantly creating exquisite tiny arrangements that just make you smile. I am going to share a few, and invite you to send me pictures of your own floral “festives!”
Enjoy and share with your friends! Thank you! My email is: [email protected].
By Elizabeth Bickford
By Elizabeth Bt“Crazy Bette,” that is one of the names by which Elizabeth Van Lew was known. A very effective Union Spy in the Capitol of the Confederacy, Miss Van Lew cut a wide swath through Confederate plans and Richmond, Virginia’s social circles. Born in Richmond on October 15, 1818, she was the only daughter of John Van Lew, a prominent and prosperous hardware merchant who had relocated from Long Island. Elizabeth’s mother, Eliza Baker, from Philadelphia, was the daughter of Hilary Baker, abolitionist and an early Mayor of that “City of Brotherly Love.”
From an early age Elizabeth and her brother, John Newton, were exposed to abolitionist thoughts and ideals. When she was quite young her parents sent her to be educated at a Quaker School in Philadelphia. This time spent with her relatives, their friends and other students at the school, galvanized Elizabeth into a full-fledged abolitionist. When she returned to Richmond after her father’s death in 1843, her heart burned with a passion to see slavery overturned. The first place to begin was at home, because, despite his wife’s abolitionist leanings, John Van Lew owned slaves.
Upon his passing, Elizabeth convinced her brother, John Newton, to free their father’s slaves. Staying true to her mission, Elizabeth then took her entire inheritance and bought the relatives of their former slaves so that she could free them, as well.
The American Civil War provided an ideal opportunity for Miss Van Lew to pursue her cause in earnest. At first she ministered to Union prisoners who came to Libby, Belle Isle or Pemberton Prisons. Her contact with fellow abolitionists strengthened her zeal. She was perfectly situated, in society and, within the City of Richmond, to be able to gather secret information about the Confederacy and send it on to Union Generals. And, in addition to gathering secrets, she also smuggled people across enemy lines. Further, she set up an underground network of spies and established funding that was used to bribe officials for information.
Her incredible espionage abilities, such as creating networks, identities, raising monies, disguising herself, and committing acts of derring-do, elevated Elizabeth to the head of the Union Spy Network in Richmond. She held that position until the end of the Civil War.
After the war was over, President Ulysses S. Grant, a man with whom she had much contact during the previous five years, granted her a Postmaster’s position in Richmond. Feisty to the end, it is reported that one Sunday morning in church, the minister was extolling the virtues of the Confederate General, Robert E. Lee, and Miss Van Lew arose from her seat, and exclaimed, “I came to worship Jesus Christ, not Robert E. Lee,” as she strode out of the chapel.
And, while she was beloved by her Unionist colleagues, she was reviled by her Confederate neighbors. She had no family, and after her death, her house was burned to the ground by residents of Richmond.
To this day, Elizabeth Van Lew’s skills and bravery are lionized. She is a member of the United States Military Intelligence Hall of Fame. https://military.wikia.org/wiki/Elizabeth_Van_Lew
Sources: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Elizabeth Van Lew
https://www.civilwarrichmond.com/prisons/libby-prison
https://www.geni/people/Elizabeth-Van-Lew-Union-spy/6000000017018736742
Image: “Van Lew, Elizabeth ,” House Divided: The Civil War Research Engine at Dickinson College, http://hd.housedivided.dickinson.edu/node/6763.
So, I was on the horns of a dilemma — it was the proverbial 11th hour and I had to come up with a vegan dessert for a “FakesGiving” (a.k.a. early Thanksgiving). I did happen to be near a Trader Joe’s and thought that they surely would have something pre-made that was vegan. No such luck! After circling the same aisles about 10 times (what’s the definition of insanity: trying the same thing over and over expecting a different outcome…) I came to the conclusion that I was just wrong. “Back to the dairy counter,” I thought! And sure enough, they had vegan butter, vegan cream cheese and coconut creamer. I already had some vegan flax eggs in the freezer. I knew I could do something with those ingredients.
Once at home, I looked up cheesecake recipes and found one on the KRAFT website that was adaptable (at least I hoped it would be).
So, I combined:
Filling
3 8oz packages of vegan cream cheese
3 flax eggs (1 flax egg = 1 tbsp flax egg powder and 3 tbsp cold water)
1 cup sugar
Pinch of salt
1 tsp vanilla
1 tbsp triple sec
Crust
1/2 cup vegan butter, melted
1.5 cups gluten free flour
1/3 cup sugar
Pinch of salt
Heat oven to 325
Butter (vegan butter) a springform pan
Put crust in the bottom of the pan and bake for 10 minutes
After the pan has cooled own, add the filling
Bake at 325 for one hour
Remove from oven and once the cake has cooled, refrigerate for at least one hour (longer is better).
Take sides off of pan and remove the cake using a large spatula.
I made a ganache by combining a large amount of vegan butter with 2 large chocolate bars (broken into bits), some triple sec and a little salt in a large metal bowl and then poured scalded coconut creamer over the mixture. Just as with any ganache, you stir til it is cooled and all the pieces are incorporated.
Et Voila! Let them eat cheesecake!
What does it take to start a museum? What is the impetus? What do you want to say or explore? Is there a topic upon which you want to expound, examining its’ multitudinous dimensions? Are there stories that highlight a specific theme that you want to tell? Do you want to preserve specific memories? These are the driving forces behind establishing a collection/museum.
In the first of this several-part-series that focuses on creating displays that cause conversation, I’m going to cite the Museum of Everyday Life in Glover, Vermont. Charmingly situated on the edge of the road, on the shores of a small pond (where, one of my compatriots, told me, a large set of plastic shark’s teeth used to jut out of the water, evoking JAWS!), this old barn beckons you to ENTER!
According to the Museum’s website, the Museum
“…is an ongoing revolutionary museum experiment based in Glover, Vermont. Its mission is a heroic, slow-motion cataloguing of the quotidian–a detailed, theatrical expression of gratitude and love for the minuscule and unglamorous experience of daily life in all its forms. We celebrate mundanity, and the mysterious delight embedded in the banal but beloved objects we touch everyday.”
And, true to their mission, the Philosophers who staff, curate and direct this most un-stuffy and unusual exhibition have collected quotidiana that defies definition. In fact, as their First Manifesto states:
“The Museum of Everyday Life is proud to launch its mission of glorious obscurity.”
While, mostly, the objects on display underscore our desire to grace the very ordinary with a little bit of life, the staff is also interested in discussing why we need these items. For instance, toothbrushes are one category of household necessities is well-represented. The Philosophers ascribe the need for the humble toothbrush to our interest in foods, particularly sugary ones, vis-a-vis our equally strong interest in preventing tooth decay. One of the most eye-catching dental devices on display is a “His and Her Toothbrush,” an alligator who comes apart. The chopper cleaner that was crafted by Katherine Nook is brightly colored and sure does bring a smile. It makes you wonder why she didn’t make more of them!
A history and homage to The Match is another amazing exhibition. A matchstick rollercoaster, working instruments made of matches, the story of Prometheus and a giant match are some of the objects that kindle the imagination with their luminescent wit!
Significant collections of safety pins, keys and locks explore humanity’s needs to hold things together and keep them locked up. Clare Dolan, Chief Operating Philosopher, together with her Co-Philosophers, have amassed amazing arrays of these pins, locks and keys and explore their uses with depth and wit.
When it comes down to it, the Museum of Everyday Life provokes discussion about how we live by taking a gander at some of the material culture that comprise our day to day existence. I like what Clare Dolan said in a Vermont Public Radio interview, and I’m paraphrasing here, that she hopes this will inspire others to start their own museums featuring their own stories!
For an online tour of the Museum, and, lot of interesting information about its’ history, programs and current exhibitions check out their website http://museumofeverydaylife.org/.
They also have a cool Facebook page. And, speaking of similar concepts, check out the Museum of Everyday Life in Iceland: Hversdagssafn – museum of everyday life.
Vintage clothes, antique hats, old fashioned frippery, they can all be so chic, so stylish, so hip and so dirty! Stains and smells easily ruin the look and contaminate cachet.
What do you do with those gorgeous gowns or prestigious purses bedazzled with beads, especially if you are working on a budget or don’t have access to tailors or others who are used to working with antique fabrics.
In the course of wading through my mother’s things, I found a beautifully beaded evening purse that I just couldn’t give to Goodwill or a local Theatre group or throw away. It is awfully pretty and awfully stained.
First, I tried using a stain remover, something guaranteed to remove any discoloration, but it just did not work (for me at least). In fairness, that purse is old and the stain is probably almost as ancient. So, getting it out might be a fools errand, so to speak. I might do more damage to the bag if I bleached it. So, if that’s the case …. why not just go with it and try covering up the stains with a new stain?
A few years ago I learned about tea-staining linens from a lady who I knew. She had a real flair for decorating and mentioned that she often dipped clothing and towels into tea to achieve a certain effect. So, I tried her idea and dyed a dust ruffle by soaking it in a big bucket of hot tea. It occurred to me that I could accomplish the same thing with this little evening purse.
Using tea is a simple, affordable and easily accomplished solution, so I decided to give it a go. In essence the purse became an extra large tea bag!
Start with a large pot of water …….
and, bring it to a boil….. 
Add a Tea Bag 
Let it steep.
Pull lining out of the purse.
Lower purse into hot tea and let it steep for an hour or more. Remove and let dry.
It sports a new shade of chic-ness! Let this dry for a day or more….And, Mama’s got a brand new bag!