So Cinderella, how did you survive during those 3 long months?
I went to the movies a LOT… It’s how I got very keen on sitting in the cinema all by myself. I can remember watching Tequila Sunrise, Say Anything and all manner of other movies… and I don’t just mean watching a movie and then wandering the mall, I’d watch a movie, then go out to the box office and buy myself another ticket for the next feature!
I’d wander the shops, Macy’s, Sears, and the like, grab a sub from Subway, or a Bg Mac ‘sandwich’ from the Golden Arches of course, and sit and watch the world go by… Coke in HUGE cups, Ice Cream, takeaway burgers in waxed paper wrappers… Candy from the drugstore and shop after shop of stuff… Many hours spent investigating Hallmark stores with collectibles and cards! I knew the Montgomery County (Montgomery, Wheaton Plaza, and White Flint) malls well and I remember them still!!
If I ended up in conversation with someone [men particularly] along the way I’d ususally end up with an invite for a date!!! The Kiwi accent is a very attractive thing apparently… I got picked up in a shoe store, after a taxi ride and after ordering pizza once… Of course as an inexperienced little country girl who was afraid of the Big Bad Wolf I always said no… (Maybe if I hadn’t I wouldn’t still be a singleton!!!)
Anyway, this was how I survived… and yet, not only by visiting the mall but by escaping to a little local Methodist Church where they had a piano for me to play on… my other escape… In fact the first time I met the Rescuers I had wandered next door to the church to find the Music Director – Barge. Apparently she was the woman to ask for such things.
I walked straight into a music rehearsal actually, so hovered at the back and finally, when there was a break in the proceeding, I managed to ask if I may use one of the anterooms with a piano for some personal practice and sancutary.
She said yes of course, and so I tucked myself away from the crow and tinkled away happily, though it wasn’t long before I was interrupted by a group jostling their way into the room.
As this was a mixed race church the color of the faces was significantly darker than my own, and they were fairly surprised to find a little white girl at the piano! It seemed I had stumbled upon the gospel choir rehearsal (think the Fighting Temptations). I was invited to hang out and sing a bit if I felt so inclined, and it was here that I fell in love with gospel harmonies, and finally learned how to clap on the off beats!!!
They adopted me pretty much as their mascot in those days, the Kiwi member of the Fairhaven Gospel choir. It was such a great time! We sang together, we practiced together but the most notable occasions were the anniversary tours. We’d visit all the other gospel choirs in the county and beyond singing at all to celebrate each choir’s anniversary, and they in turn, would come and sing at ours. It was the most incredible culturual experience, not to mention of course, a whole lot of fun! And then there was the real-life southern fried chicken lunches with all the trimmings, collard greens included… I couldn’t have had a better time even in the middle of the chaos and tension at ‘home’.
Anyway, this story is getting too long… On that first night I met No Bill who was one of the [few] other white men in the choir. We chatted and hit it off right away. I believe he told me of his family and generally made me feel very welcome, not only in choir, but also in church. I tucked his acquaintance in my mind, caring to remember his name and anticipating I’d see him on Sunday. Though I was to come in contact with him again, very much sooner than that!
Barge had given me a phone number which I was to call too speak to the ‘Chairman of the Board’ in order to garner a key to the building that I may return there when it was quieter to play and to pray. The next day I dialled the number and asked for the Chairman [who was a woman actually] and in passing the phone to her the answerer realised that the caller was the Kiwi he had met last night and had told his family of that very day! And so it transpired that No Bill and the Chairman were indeed husband and wife!! And furthermore it became that I, in making their acquaintance, was in fact sealing my fate as a victim and theirs as the Rescuers!
The decoration above is another from that same Christmas in 1988, and as it was given me by the Rescuers it is fairly pertinent that it depicts the very thing the brought us together!
Yule Love it Here
It is a bit unprepossesing in the grand scheme of Christmas trees I guess… There is a bit of a trad red and green theme, but no colour co-ordinated designer decorations to fit a Home Beautiful seasonal theme!! Ah well, I’m more Home Comfortable myself…
But… this tree holds a collection of decorations that recall memories, stories and events that make Christmas my favourite time of year!
Last year the tree stayed in the cupboard and the house was the poorer for it. The Count was living here over the summer and it felt a bit personal to make the house home like that while he was here. Strange but true.
But this year it’s out in all its glory and over the next little while I’m thinking I’ll let you in on some of those memories and show off the decorations that bring them back!
Christmas Ritual
I made our family’s favourite Christmas Indulgence last week. A morsel referred to in the Edmonds Cookbook (the Kiwi chicks cooking Bible) as Russian Fudge. I can’t make Chocolate Fudge or Coconut Ice, or much else in the confectionery dept but I make MEAN Russian Fudge…
Here’s how
3 cups sugar
1/2 c milk
125g butter
1/2 c condensed milk
1/8th tsp salt
1tbs golden syrup
Put the sugar and milk in a heavy based saucepan and heat gently until the sugar is melted, stirring continuously. Add the butter, condensed milk, salt and golden syrup Stir it until butter is melted [Edited – oops ]and bring to the boil.
Continue boiling till it reaches soft ball stage, only stirring occasionally to prevent sticking to the pan. Remove from heat, cool for 10 mins and beat until thick. Pour into a greased pan, allow cool slightly then mark into squares. Remove from pan when cold and store in airtight container, not in the fridge.
Then eat it…
Share it…
Make more if it…
Eat that too.
Mincing Lyrical
I have a policy on mince pies. Bakery Pies only…
I happened past Bakers Delight tonight…
I stopped…
And bought 6…
2 down … 4 to go