Just a Thought…

By Maureen Hart

I don’t know if any of you play the old children’s travel game of license plates (you count license plates to see how many states you can find during a road trip), but I do it all the time as a diversion on the interstates. I am constantly amazed at how many cross country travelers I can find on a two or three hour drive – I aim to spot at least half of them, and usually end up with about 35

635863057972668455-SC-Regular-Passenger-Ver2-with-Black-AN-for-JPEG-HiResI recently traveled to Amherst, Mass., and not only found myself noting the various states I saw, but at one point I started humming the song “Carolina in the Morning” when I saw a South Carolina plate. I guess that song (“Nothing could be finer than to be in Carolina in the morning”) could count for either North or South Carolina, but a bit later, I decided to give the song to North Carolina, and to switch South Carolina to the flapper favorite “Charleston.”

That tune stuck with me until I noticed a New York plate which brought on my hearty rendition of “New York New York” (thankfully, there was nobody else in the car with me!).

Soon, I was obsessed trying to think of a song that matched up with the other states I spotted. So, I’ve decided to share what I came up with. Maybe somebody else can fill in the voids where I could not think of an appropriate tune.

For Alabama, I thought of “Stars Fell on Alabama,” a jazz standard from the 1930s sung by Billie Holliday, Ella Fitzgerald and Frank Sinatra, with lyrics starting: “We lived our little drama/We kissed in a field of white/And stars fell on Alabama last night.”

Not all states were quite that easy. I came up blank on songs for Maine and Connecticut 0amateurradiooperatoruntil I got lucky with West Virginia –easy, John Denver’s “Country Roads”—(Country roads, take me home, To the place I belong, West Virginia, mountain momma ….) and Florida which recalls “Moon Over Miami.” Stumped with Rhode Island, I got back into the New England swing with “Moonlight in Vermont” (Pennies in a stream/Falling leaves of a sycamore, Moonlight in Vermont), which was also sung by Holliday, Fitzgerald and Sinatra. I did not, however, think of anything for New Hampshire or my destination state, Massachusetts.

I counted license plates that were easy: “Deep in the Heart of Texas” (The stars at night are big and bright…), The “Tennessee Waltz” AND “Rocky Top,” “Georgia on My Mind”, “California Dreamin’,” “Way Down Yonder in New Orleans” for Louisiana, and “St. Louis Blues” for Missouri, along with “The Missouri Waltz”.)

Oklahoma was the easiest ever (the title song to the Rodgers & Hammerstein musical), and “My Old Kentucky Home” and “Carry Me Back To Old Virginia” were also pretty simple calls.

I was stumped for a minute on Illinois until I thought of “Chicago, Chicago,” and “Back Home Again in Indiana” sufficed for that Midwestern state. I couldn’t find anything for Minnesota, although when I looked it up later I found a song called “Rock ‘n Roll Is Alive (And It Lives in Minneapolis)” by the late Prince.

license_plateNow my favorite Michigan song, ironically, is the fight song of my beloved Nittany Lions rival. the University of Michigan  (Hail! To the victors valiant, Hail! To the conqu’ring heroes, Hail! Hail! To Michigan…). Even though I’m rooting against the Wolverines, once I hear this in a stadium I can’t get the tune out of my head. However, I imagine the rest of you who are not lovers of college fight songs would probably pick something from Motown!

Similarly, the song I associate with another Big Ten university is “On, Wisconsin!”/On, Wisconsin! Plunge right through that line!/Run the ball clear down the field/A touchdown sure this time…”

Bruce Springsteen gave us a song in 1982 called simply “Nebraska,” which is helpful, and The Boss has given us tons of songs out of New Jersey, but I’m going with a very old tune called “Jersey Bounce” (They call it that Jersey bounce/A rhythm that really counts…) sung by the great Ella Fitzgerald.

John Denver also immortalized another state with his classic “Rocky Mountain High” (But the Colorado rocky mountain high/I’ve seen it rainin’ fire in the sky…). Of the farthest-flung states, it was actually easy. There is an old song called “North to Alaska,” a title song to a 4ed078b3e3cc811262011627151960 movie sung by the late Johnny Horton, and the lovely “Hawaiian Wedding Song” made so famous by Elvis Presley in the movie “Blue Hawaii.”

Believe it or not, the song with the most controversy for a state is that of generally peaceful Maryland, whose state song, “Maryland My Maryland” is sung to the tune of “O Christmas Tree” and is a Southern Civil War anthem which includes lyrics descripting a tyrant who is actually Abraham Lincoln, and referring to “Northern scum,” meaning the Union and its army. Amazingly, despite past efforts to change these lyrics, the song remains the official state song in its original form!

A state with an “unofficial” state rock song is Washington, and in an even stranger twist, it is “Louie, Louie,” a song about a Jamaican sailor which has its origins in the soggy Northwest, however, and is played at the seventh inning stretch at all Seattle Mariner games.

There are countless songs about “Mississippi,” but I’ll just pick the one by Bob Dylan. There are also lots of songs about Ohio, including one by Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young, but most people also think of “Youngstown” by Springsteen. Ohio is the only state to have an official rock song, and it is “Hang on Sloopy” a hit song for The McCoys (natives of Dayton) in 1965.

plate-pa-large.jpgAnd, finally the songs I associate the most with our own fair state are oldies like “The Pennsylvania Polka” and “Pennsylvania 6-5000” by the Glenn Miller Orchestra, but we are blessed with many others, including “Allentown” by Billy Joel; “Philadelphia Freedom” by Elton John; “Streets of Philadelphia” by Springsteen; “Pittsburgh” by “The Lemonheads” and even “Harrisburg” by Josh Ritter. For Scranton, I guess we have to go with “30,000 Pounds of Bananas,” a 1974 song by Harry Chapin about a truck accident on Moosic Street. For Dunmore, let’s just settle on the DHS alma mater!

Other states I could not identify with a song have included: Iowa, Delaware, Arkansas, Arizona, New Mexico, Wyoming, Utah, Oregon, Idaho, Nevada, Montana, Kansas, and North and South Dakota. In the absence of specific songs for these wonderful states, I’ll suggest “America the Beautiful.”

 

Just a Thought

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By Maureen Hart

Because it is a popular time of year for spring and summer weddings, I was thinking about the practical aspects of getting married—namely, registering for gifts.

When I was first married in 1973, I had a very tiny wedding, but I received some lovely gifts including a few that I still have. Brides-to-be are expected to choose a china, crystal, and registrysilver pattern—although the styles have since become more casual—so together we chose a simple ivory and platinum Lenox pattern (Solitaire) for the china, a moderately priced crystal pattern, and a Reed and Barton silver pattern (18th Century).

I compromised on the china, since I favored a gold rim over platinum, and always found the setting a little modern, although I did love the shape of the coffee cup. This set has been passed down to my daughter, who likes it because, guess what– it has a modern feel.

Of those three patterns, the one that has stood the test of time with me is the silver, because of its simple, clean, timeless style. It goes with modern or antique china and I’ve never tired of it.

Out of the gifts we received, one that I remember using for many years was a wooden salad set with a large serving bowl, smaller individual bowls, and serving utensils. I still treasure a lovely set of crystal oil and vinegar cruets from a deceased aunt. But, the most sentimental item I still have was a gift from my grandmother—a handmade cross-stitch sampler. It doesn’t go with anything, and never did, but it was a labor of love that I will always find room for.

What I didn’t actually keep for very long were single use or then-trendy items like two different fondue sets, an enormous punch bowl set, and a fancy silver and glass coffee carafe with a warming candle. Once, in a flurry of organizing, I also got rid of all the silver chafing dishes. I’ve never missed any of them.

After my first husband’s death, I remarried, and ended up registering for wedding gifts. Although we requested our guests to donate to two of our favorite charities, many of them insisted on buying actual gifts and so I thought it was practical to have a say in what we needed or liked.

Although we were combining two households of “stuff,” lots of it was out-dated, worn, or already handed down to our children. And, admittedly, it was fun to choose new things so many decades later.

So, what do I consider the three most useful gifts from my registry?

  1.         Definitely my white Corning ware set. It has oval, rectangular and round pieces skilletwith lids and is versatile, going from oven to table to fridge, and the plain design matches anything.
  2.        A rectangular electric skillet that I use for preparing chicken, green beans, pierogis, and a million other things. The joy is that when I am having a buffet party, it also keeps the food hot.
  3.        A pewter salad set (replaces that old wooden one) and a matching chip and dip bowl. We entertain a lot and these two pieces are versatile, look great, and never have to be polished.

What could I have done without? Admittedly, I registered for it, but I gave the blender to my stepson, who loves it. I am just not a blender person. I guess I’ll regret it if I ever want to make pina coladas, but then again, Johnny lives next door and I could always borrow it back. I also never used the sandwich machine, Foreman grill, or a fully-stocked wicker picnic basket. (I’m not a picnic person, although I do enjoy tailgating, which is almost the same thing, but with Penn State paper cups.)

I didn’t register for them, but we received a lot of Belleek and Lenox decorative pieces. While I am an admitted china freak, I find that the decorative pieces, while beautiful, add a lot of clutter, as opposed to the place settings that get used for dinners.

crockpotAfter all this experience, what would I suggest for new brides? Well, I think a crock pot is wonderful, although I don’t really cook dinners in mine. Instead, I use it to keep food hot during buffet dinners. I received a number of glass water pitchers and I use them often for company dinners. I have a number of sets of dishes and china, but for somebody starting out, I suggest a plain white pattern that can be used for any occasion—add red napkins, tablecloth, and a holiday centerpiece, and voila, you have a festive Christmas dinner table. Cart them out to the patio to place on raffia place mats with gingham napkins and you have casual ambiance for a cook-out. Dress them up with black napkins and gold-toned napkin rings and you have a formal table setting. And every other piece you receive, no matter the color or pattern, will match up with your dishes.

Not wanting to limit suggestions to my own experience, I asked around for other ideas. A co-worker told me that her silver tea set was never used and she gave it away. (Most of us don’t entertain that formally anyway.) But she still has a set of two covered casserole dishes that she has been using for 35 years (“They are an ugly yellow/orange color but I use them a lot!”), and crystal vases she also uses all the time. Although she got rid of the tea set, she treasures her silver candelabra. “One of the nicest gifts ever!” she proclaims. “And I use it for almost every holiday.” She also said silverware is essential.

Another friend from my era agreed she could live without the fondue set she registered for in 1974 for her first wedding. “I hate to iron, so that was also a waste,” she admits. “I probably figured I had to register for it.”

clockOn the bright side, she treasures a clock from her grandmother (“It’s very dear to us”) that she keeps on the piano because it looks similar to a metronome. And she is still using an electric frying pan from her first wedding. Although she doesn’t still have the same towels and sheets she received for her second wedding, she says that’s something a couple can’t live without.

Another long married relative told me she could not have lived without the sheets, towels and dinnerware they received. “We were just setting up house and had nothing, so these things were necessities.” She gave away a swan-shaped serving platter, electric knife, and cheap silverware that bent. “I was still learning how to boil water and use a regular carving knife….I wasn’t thinking about decorative platters or gadgets yet,” she confesses.

A younger friend swears by a laundry basket, large wooden salad bowl with serving utensils (some things are timeless!), and a basket of cooking spices and oil. On the other hand, she never uses her punch bowl (again, some things never change) and a decorative crystal bowl.

A close male relative swears by a mandoline, which he uses to cut potatoes and all kinds of vegetables. He also did not opt for a matched set of knives or cookware, preferring to choose individual pieces according to their use. (“I’m not one for matched sets that have pieces you will rarely use,” he explains. Better to pick exactly what you want and need.”) Among other items, he suggests chef, bread, and paring knives and commercial pots and pans.

And, yes, men are now in on the act of registering for items of their choice. And they should be, most especially if they like to cook. Do try to pick a husband who likes to cook. That talent will last far longer than their fabulous hair or abs.

On the other hand, his wife says she could not live without the linens and towels, and admits they use everything they registered for. “I recommend a good set of everyday dishes and nice flatware,” she adds (the better to serve all that yummy food!).

giftA close relative says the most useful items she registered for were bath towels, a Ninja food processor, and a vacuum cleaner. Her bonus answer is: Gift cards! Never used were wall décor that were not in keeping with their taste, the cake serving set from the reception, and dinner chargers. “As much as I like them, no one uses them anymore,” she explains. (Actually most people never use their toasting glasses again, unless for anniversaries. But they are a standard wedding shower gift.)

Another young friend says nix to the Ninja blender, as well as a serving dish that was not on their registry and a super heavy piece of art that they still don’t know what to do with. (“It weighs 15 pounds and we’re not even sure what it’s for.”) She is much more enthused about their everyday set of dishes, which are well used and loved; their pots and pans, and their wet/dry vac (“Not very romantic!). They are also fond of wall hangings they received.

Other suggestions from people I chatted with included: Pint glasses, glasses for both red and white wine, a wine cooler (lots of drinkers out there), Dutch oven, pasta pot, and a Kitchen Aide mixer (but I myself warn you to register for this only if you will actually use it, as they are heavy and take up counter/cupboard space).

I think we can see a trend here—the basics of dishes, towels, linens and silverware are a must. The trendy and decorative items are less likely to stand the test of time. So put back the quesadilla maker and ice cream machine and go for the things you will use every day.

 

Just a Thought

 

By Maureen Hart

Back when I was pregnant with my child three decades ago, I remember driving home from work and telling the unborn baby about all the wonderful things awaiting on the outside.

“You’re going to love fireworks and the Fourth of July” I told her that summer.

“Wait till you see pumpkins and bonfires and Thanksgiving” I told her in the autumn.

“Christmas is going to be your favorite,” I told her that winter. “Wait till you see the tinsel and shining ornaments and presents.”

After her birth, I savored all of the opportunities to show her the first snowfall, vivid autumn leaves, fluffy puppies, icicles, just-baked cookies, and all the other wonders of the growuniverse.

Then she grew up, and I forgot a lot of that wonder.

Now I have a grandson who is 20 months old and he is teaching me all over again.

I’d forgotten that water is the best thing on the planet. Not just for drinking. No, the little one has shown me that rain is an absolute miracle. There you are, playing with a toy truck, and suddenly water droplets come down. My grandson doesn’t want to run away from it – he wants to embrace it, along with every puddle. I thought the kitchen sink was for washing off dishes, but Padraig has taught me that it is for playing with the faucet, which can run hot OR cold, and for spraying everyone in sight in a fit of giggles. On a very lucky day I let him take a bath in it and he is deliriously happy.

I make use of all my kitchen utensils without a thought, but to a toddler, the whisks, measuring cups and spoons, pots and pans are even more wonderful than Fisher-Price toys. As are yard sticks, screwdrivers, Scotch tape, straws, rubber spatulas, pens (oh, especially pens), keys, playing cards, and remote controls.

When he leaves our house at night time, he looks up in the sky and shouts, “Moon!” with total awe. Why don’t we all shout “Moon” when we spot its shining presence? Probably because we’re used to it. We know the moon will be there on most nights. But to the little one, it is a constant surprise worth celebrating. Remember in the movie “Moonstruck” when Grandpa says, “Luna, La Bella Luna”? We should all be doing that.

What about the trucks and cars that speed along our street. We think they are a nuisance, but Padraig is delighted to watch them from the window. He thinks they are there to entertain, just like the miniature models he pushes around the carpet.

What about music? When Padraig hears a song from “Frozen” or the guys from “Celtic Thunder” (go figure), he stops everything he is doing to dance and sing and play it all over again.

bubblesBlowing bubbles has become my hobby. It’s amazing really. Bubbles floating in the air. The toddler and the dog competing to break them. Who knew you could have so much fun with a plastic bottle from the Dollar Store?

Food. While most of us really like to eat, do we take the unabashed joy that a toddler takes as s/he marvels not just at the taste, but the texture and color? There’s nothing creamier than a yogurt, or crunchier than a pretzel, or as soothing as a cool cup of water with ice cubes. Do we take the time to really savor all of these simple things? Imagine that you are tasting such delights as carrots or hummus or pizza or chicken for the very first time. That’s what toddlers do on a continual basis. Our Podge loves quesadillas and fish and green beans and strawberries and I hope he never loses that delight.

There are some things Padraig is not fond of. He’d rather run around in a diaper than all the snappy clothes his parents buy for him, and let’s be honest, it does feel better. He likes freedom because so much of his universe is a big “no!” Don’t touch the stove, the light switch, the television controls, the crystal, the dog bowl….everything must seem off-limits to a little one.. Having a big park or a big room to just frolic in must seem like the most delicious feeling in the world.

There are a few things the little man likes that I am not so fond of, to be honest. He thinks creepy crawling bugs are fascinating. He’s still learning to distinguish between rocks and dog poop (big, big NO!). He’ll happily eat the wrapping on a piece of cheese if you don’t move fast enough to peel it and anything dropped on the floor is fair game for the mouth. He thinks ice cubes make a great floor decoration now that he can open the bottom drawer of the refrigerator and help himself.

What our grandson takes the most delight in, however, should teach us all a lesson. He loves the people in his life. He adores his Mama and Daddy, his grandparents (Mimi, Gaga, Nana and PopPop), his aunts and uncles, his cousins, his little friends at day care, his neighbors (human and canine), and pretty much everybody he meets. He doesn’t see age or color, he doesn’t care about their political beliefs or biases. He just wants to be loved and give love, to jump into somebody’s lap, to show off his new words and skills, to be read a book or taught a song. At this age, he assumes everybody else is eager to do these things. He isn’t afraid or jaded or prejudiced.

If you have a child or a grandchild, a niece or nephew, a neighbor, and you are not observing all of these wonderful lessons of innocence, you are missing out on one of the most spectacular experiences in life. Children take us back to the beginning, when everything is new and shiny and exciting. This time around, I hope I don’t forget.