Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice…

No, this isn’t some strange game of croquet going on in our backyard.  It’s four Japanese beetle traps.  And while they may look like one of those As Seen On TV gimmicks, believe it or not they actually do work.  Two pieces of plastic hinged together create an X which you hang the bag on.  A bait trap sticks to the side of the X to attract the beetles and once they get the bait on their legs they fall into the bag below and die.  And believe me, they love this stuff.  These traps fill up fast.  One trap had so many beetles in it that it began to smell like death.  When we removed it, the bottom of the bag was so full it was probably as big as a softball in the bottom.  Gross!

But seeing them pile up in these traps just amazes me. Almost as much fun as watching the bug zapper on a Friday night!  Woooo! Hooooo!  We’ve never had a rodent problem in years past, but it is just crazy how many beetles have been piling up.  We are definitely winning the war!  Tim Burton would be so proud!

Sadly, while the traps do a good job and are amusing to watch, despite their road-kill smell, we later learned that they actually attract MORE beetles!  Screw that!
We invested in some chemical spray and also dowsed the plants in a heavy mixture of minced garlic and water after reading that beetles don’t like garlic. Hopefully that will kill the little suckers!

Yep, a bag full of beetles.

Die, beetle, die!

Angels and the Red, White, and Blue

Recently in a cemetery near our home, an artist did two carvings with a chain saw.  The carvings were done from the trunks of trees that had been blown down from the tornado that hit close to us back on Good Friday.

We saw a story about the angel statue on the news and had been meaning to stop by and see it, but we weren’t exactly sure if it was this particular cemetery or not since you can’t see the angel from the road.  But today while driving by, I spotted the bald eagle statue and knew this was the place.

We rushed home to get our camera and hurried back to have a look.

Each statue is simply amazing.  They are probably at least 10 feet tall if you count what was left of the trunk at the base.

There are a lot of Veterans buried here so the bald eagle and flag statue is a very nice touch that I’m sure many will enjoy. And of course, the angel is perfect also.  They really are neat since they were carved completely from one piece of wood.

If you are driving through St. Ann and want to see them, they are in the cemetery just off Lindbergh across from Northwest Plaza.

A Wild Vacation

Believe it or not, this bed is just a year old.  It’s kidney shaped and was installed literally a year ago this weekend as a birthday gift for J (June 12th).  We were on vacation then, and we kick off our vacation today too!  And just look at how much the bed has grown and filled in.  We didn’t even have to mulch it to keep the weeds out this year.  Lots of tick seed and day lilies make up the yellow, but if you look in the middle you’ll see some purple ground covering we added this year which is doing quite well.  And the splash of red in the middle is a butterfly bush of sorts.  And if you look in the back you’ll spot our new rose bushes.

This is a wide view of the back yard as a whole taken by standing up in a chair on the deck:

You May Pick The Flowers

My Attempt at Flower Arranging

This past weekend the rain and wind beat down several of our flowers, bending their stems so harshly that I knew they would not recover and stand back up.  So, not wanting their beauty to go to waste I came home yesterday on lunch and grabbed my scissors.  I went outside and clipped several of the bent flowers and some leaves and within a few minutes I had a nice spring arrangement of flowers for the house.

I am reminded of the short story by Alice Walker called Everyday Use, where a daughter returns home to her mother and young sister in the rural South.  Having abandoned her roots for a more African identity, she wants to take her mother’s homemade quilts and hang them on the wall as a symbol of tradition and heritage.  The mother takes the quilts back and gives them to the younger daughter because she will put them to everyday use, the way they were intended.

If there was ever a time you should stop and smell the flowers, it’s in today’s world.  The flowers in your garden are pretty, but they will die.  So don’t hesitate to pick a few!  Sure, they will die and wilt inside eventually but you can at least enjoy them in a new way, even if it’s raining outside.

As a child, I often picked a handful of buttercups or an iris or two from our yard to take inside and present to my Mom.  My sister often walked to my Grandmother’s house for a rose or two.

So…pick the flowers.

Flowers are the sweetest things God ever made, and forgot to put a soul into.  ~Henry Beecher, Life Thoughts, 1858

For The Birds

I’ve been so busy posting about all the flowers lately that I almost forgot about the birds. We’ve seen our share of robins and cardinals this year, more robins than I have ever seen before. The occasional jay also stops by. And of course, lots of sparrows.

This year there is a new lil guy in town with a very distinctive looking cap.  It’s a white cap with large black lines through it.  This is the first year we’ve ever seen him.

After some research on the internet, I’ve identified him as being a White-crowned Sparrow.  What’s interesting to note is that he doesn’t usually visit the state of Missouri except for in the winter time.  Our current temp right now as I right this at 7am on May 16th is 43 degrees. Where is spring?  Where is summer?  Obviously, this bird is confused too or he knows something that we don’t.

These photos were taken yesterday.  I stood at the kitchen window, hidden behind my Folgers herb garden and was able to snap a few good photos of the sprightly birds hopping around on the deck and enjoying the leftovers of seeds J had put out that morning for other birds.

I was proud that at least one photo of the two of them came out focused.  In most of my photos at least one of them was blurred because they bounce around so quickly.

American Antiquers

With cabin fever on Saturday after all the snow, J and I ventured out to the Antique Mall at FeeFee and Olive.  We’ve gone in search of many things at this favorite location over the years.

We picked up our dining room chairs and a side table there just before we moved into our house four years ago.  It’s hit or miss sometimes, depending on what you are looking for.

But on a day like Saturday with time to kill, we took our time wandering around and browsing the consignment booths. With cell phone in hand, I just had to snap some photos of oddities that caught my eye, like these two old typewriters.

I remember my sister having one of the old manuals when I was kid.  I used to love to bang on it, and even learned how to type on one in high school until I showed excellent home key skills and got bumped to an electric typewriter in the back of the room.

The top photo is a Smith Corona, complete with carry case!  It makes me think of Dolly Parton in 9 to 5 for some reason.  The bottom one is a Royal, which I envision sitting on a bookshelf in an office or library somewhere as a conversation piece.  Definitely antiques, wouldn’t you say?

Speaking of antiques, this place really only has about 30% of that.  There’s lots of things that look like antiques, but there’s lots of clothes, necklaces, coins, toys, stuffed animals, furniture, artwork, and Elvis taking up the other 70% of clutter.

Do you still have a VCR?  If so, you can get VHS tapes galore here.  Let’s not forget record albums and CDs too.  Some are priced decently, and some not so decent.  For instance, a Village People record album caught my eye for which I would have gladly paid $5 bucks for just for the sleeve, but it was marked $35.

In one case, there was Michael Jackson (and Elvis) media galore.  The Thriller album at the top was marked $125.  I remembered owning this album as a kid, for which I think my parents paid about $15 for at Wal~Mart.  Notice the Playboy with Latoya on the second shelf, and poor poor Elvis down below on the third shelf.

Sweetbreads Not Included!

Like I said, it ain’t all antiques.  There’s one booth full of movie toys, posters, and figurine collectibles.  I couldn’t resist snapping a photo of the Hannibal Lecter action figure!  Complete with hard cart for just $10.  Unfortunately, I could not find chianti or fava beans.

Most days we’ve spent here consist of just a quick walk through, but I really did enjoy taking my time today, attempting to just soak it all in.  There’s so much junk to look at.

I took pleasure in some wooden cigar boxes for just $3 in one booth, old sepia family photos in another, and then stopped to read letters written on old postcards from vacations of long ago.  Sue Ellen and Marty sent Grandma Bertha a lovely beach front postcard from the Keys.  It had a 5 cent stamp on it and was postmarked 1957.

I almost felt like an American Picker!  Love that show!  These pirate face wall hangings were begging to come home with me.  Instead, I chose to immortalize them with a photo. I’m sure if you looked around, Captain Jack was hiding somewhere.  Like I said, there’s lots of pop culture and current century icons lingering about amongst the Santa Clauses, Ty Beanies, Marilyn Monroe collective plates, Aunt Jamima bottles, and porcelain angel figurines.

I also fell in love with this Wizard of Oz mod looking artwork depicting it being shown at a Drive-In movie theater.  Upon closer inspection, it was the collage of stuff around it that I liked even more.  A bull statue, a chicken Elmo, and a vintage counter top snow cone maker.  You can’t make this shit up!

J spotted bags of Green Army Men which also got my crafty juices flowing.  I used to melt those in the microwave, blow them up with firecrackers, and run over them with the lawn mower.  What could I possibly do with hundreds of them now? There’s enough of just about anything you can think of throughout the place which you could hoard if you wanted to.

Since I collect Santa Clauses, each and every one peaked my attention like spotting rare birds out in the field.  You’d be overwhelmed with Pez Dispensers and Baseball Cards, and then suddenly – WTF?  OMG!  Will ya look at that?  It’s a Hallmark Precious Moments Santa Baby from 1993 – still in its box!  And only $20 bucks, although it originally sold for $7.

JFK and Shirley

And speaking of crafty, there are mix matched nativity pieces everywhere!  Call me Daryl Hannah from Steel Magnolias – but I see a Baby Jesus Wreath on my front door real soon!

J was in search of that “special something” that he just had to have.  In one case, there were lots of 1904 World’s Fair souvenirs, but the price tags were pretty hefty.  I spotted a JFK Salt and Pepper shaker in another, only $12, but it was missing it’s other half.   Perhaps that was a Lee Harvey Oswald Pepper Grinder?  The blue Shirley Temple mug next to JFK in his rocker was hoot though!

I REALLY wanted this table!!

Did Joseph and Mary stop at Micky Dees?

I haven’t even begun to talk about all the furniture!  It’s mostly side tables or buffets, some chairs and rockers, and lots of brass.  I did spot an old baby carriage.

The little 3 drawer night table we got there several years ago was a steal at just $30 bucks!  On this trip I saw a small side entry table which someone had handpainted in a bird motif.  I would have loved to have brought it home but at $199 and in a booth that wasn’t on sale, I left it behind. :-(

Tiger? Is that you?

Did I mention I saw Tiger Woods there?  Yep, right next to some antique moonshine jugs.

And toys! Toys, toys, toys!  Again, some new and some old.  I saw two or three of those old Ronald McDonald flat dolls.  Every booth had at least one Ty Beanie in it.  Old Barbies and Action Figures are everywhere to be found too.

I had a stuffed animal fetish growing up and spotted several that I had owned way back when included Patington Bear – and a mini one at that.  But he seemed drunk because he was hanging out with Humphry Bogart.

I love piggy!

A fat red piggy bank covered in Valentines hearts with glitter lips just dripped vintage and squealed with delight at coming home with me.  I didn’t bring home the bacon though!

Patington poses with Bogart!

And who can forget Fisher Price!  In one booth alone I spotted several classic toys I had owned including a wobbly Snoppy Dog with a shoe in his mouth on a spring and he creaked when you pulled him across the floor on his string.  And the Fisher Price barn with the door that mooed when you opened it!  Oh what fun!  I opened it just to hear it moo, but sadly all the lil figurines that could fit inside were no where to be found.

Fisher Price Heaven

They even had the telephone with the moving eyes.  And I found a clunky barn shaped necklace with a crank. When you turned it, it played The Farmer and the Dell jack-in-the-box style and had the words to the song printed on the barn.  And to think some little kid wore this around his neck in the Church Nursery during Sunday Service.  That kid was probably me!

I think it was a requirement for every booth to have something related to Star Wars too. It might be a book or a movie, or keychain or action figure, or collectors VHS tape, or limited edition plastic thingy shaped like Darth Vader’s head.  There were lots of those.

PEZ!

Oh, and let’s not forget Pez again!  Every booth had a Pez dispenser.  Most had been opened.  I did spot a three pack of vintage Chirstmas Pez Dispensers, and snapped this photo of one booth that had lots of old Pez friends still in their original packaging.  Check out that one that comes with a plastic body sleeve!  Totally cool!  My friend Amy used to give me a Pez dispenser for every holiday for a couple of years.  I’m sure I still have them somewhere.

And I have to mention books.  While I didn’t drool too much over them, they are indeed everywhere.  Lots of Grisham and King.  In an antique store?  Yep!  You just can’t get away from them.  And romance paperbacks everywhere you turn.  Some booths had more books than others.  I didn’t dig too deep on this trip. But a 1957 Tarzan book got me all hot and bothered when I pulled it out.  Check out the hottie on the cover!

There are vintage mags everywhere too.  Lots of People, Hunting Magazines, and Playboy.  Yes, Playboy – not just with LaToya either.  And not wrapped in plastic so you might want to hide your eyes.  Or you might just want to buy a few bring them home, draw a hot bath, and put on your Liberace records.  What?  You don’t have any Liberace records.  Well, why didn’t you say so?  The Antique Mall has those too!

Brooks and Dunn look puzzled.

Don’t like to read?  No worries.  Let’s put a puzzle together.  How bout one of Brooks and Dunn?  Oh forget that, this one’s already put together for you!  And wrapped in plastic and everything, ready to hang on the wall.  The vintage print behind it of the adults gathered around the screaming child begs for attention, don’t it?

One of the most interesting things I saw, which I would have loved to have purchased outright, was a small display case filled with small cast iron figurines, complete with lead paint and all.  I recently saw a collection of these go for around $500 on Auction Kings.  Most of these at the Antique Mall were soldiers of all kinds, however, there was a collection of four Gone With The Wind characters including Rhett and Scarlet.  You could buy all four for just $58.

From a Romeo and Juliet wooden cigar box for $3.00 to a sepia photo of pall bearers carrying a casket (also $3.00), to my JFK Salt Shaker for $12 or Valentine Piggy Bank ($?), I could have come home with quite an array of odd and peculiar things.  J even offered to buy a cigar box for me because they were in a booth where all items were half off.  I declined his offer and we left empty handed.

But my cell phone came home full of pictures and I laugh out loud to myself now as I look at them.  Just the trip down memory lane when I see a certain movie on VHS or a certain toy that I enjoyed as a kid was plenty enough for me.

Top 10 Things I Hate About Missouri Winter Weather

10. Mike Roberts changing his  forecast every morning and every night.  Which is it Mike?  10 inches of snow or 12??

9.  Customers somewhere else in the Midwest who call and the first thing they want to talk about is the weather.  You are one state over, people, if you aren’t getting snow now you’ll have some tomorrow.

8.  News stories about how busy the grocery stores are.  I don’t care if they are selling milk like crazy.  I don’t have stock in milk.  Who has stock in milk?

7.  People who say “oh, it’s nothing,” and then they are the first ones to “work from home” the next day.

6.  Having to allow extra time to clean off my car and for it to heat up.  I hate scraping!

5.  Ice!!!

4.   Falling on the ice!!!

3.  New stories about how well Ameren is preparing.  Yeah, that’s what you said in 2006 and look what happened?!

2.  Having to go to work.  God, I miss snow days!!  Kids – remember snow days because once you are out of school, you don’t get them anymore.

1.  Missouri Winter Weather.  It starts in November and goes till March.  And it sucks!

Tennessee Found

J and I returned to Calvary and Bellefontaine Cemeteries yesterday to test J’s new camera by taking some photographs of the remaining snow.  If you follow my blog, you may recall us going there back on November 1st, 2008. You can read Part 1 of that trip here and view pics that I took at Bellefontaine.  And read Part 2 here with pics from Calvary. Note the vibrant and rich autumn colors in the photographs back then.  The cemeteries were definitely painted in a different light this trip.  AT 45 degrees, the atmosphere was pleasant.  Neither of us needed coats. The ground was barren in places that weren’t still covered in the snow from two weeks ago. I was captivated by dead leaves that had fallen on top of the snow, and the footprint they created from where the snow had melted around them, lowering them to the ground just inches into the snow. In most bends shielded from the sun, the earth was a pristine white floor beneath monuments of granite and marble.

I had heard that Tennessee Williams was buried here, and in 2008 assumed he was in Bellefontaine, it being the larger cemetery of the two. We couldn’t find him and returned home only to learn that he was actually across the street in Calvary.  Despite not looking up the location of his grave before we left this time, I was still determined to find him.  While there, J used his phone to connect to the web to “find a grave” so we could at least see what Williams’ stone looked like or possibly find information on where to look for him inside Calvary because the visitors center was closed. J was able to find a picture, indicating a tall flat stone pinkish in color.  This would at least narrow down the search, though every pink colored stone we passed always seemed to be facing the opposite direction so that we couldn’t read the writing on it.

Winding through the narrow roads and searching the hillside for Tennessee, we reached a fork in the road and J told me to turn right.  I turned and looked out the window to the left and immediately shouted, “There he is!”  Williams’ stone was right there on a small hill, standing grand between his sister Rose and mother Edwina. I grabbed my camera and we stepped out of the car.  Eager to snap a photo, my camera would not turn on.  The battery was dead. No worries!  J had his brand new camera and would snap a photo for me, but upon taking out the camera he discovered he’d forgotten his memory card.  But my cam had a card!  So, I gave him the card and we were finally able to get the photo I wanted!

I wanted to yell “Stella!” or say something like “I’ve always depended on the kindness of strangers!”  Instead, I noticed the footprints in the snow.  Tennessee had had visitors. And over time, several had left him gifts.  There were a number of pennies lying there on his stone, amongst a few silk flowers.  His sister Rose lay at his side.  Her stone was flat but engraved on it were the words “Blow out your candles Laura.”  I smiled at that, a line from his infamous play Glass Menagerie for those of you who might not know.  The character of Laura from the play was based on Rose. Tennessee was very close to sister Rose.  Here’s why according to Wikipedia:

Tennessee was close to his sister Rose, a slim beauty who was diagnosed with schizophrenia at a young age. As was common then, Rose was institutionalized and spent most of her adult life in mental hospitals. When therapies were unsuccessful, she showed more paranoid tendencies. In an effort to treat her, Williams’ parents authorized a prefrontal lobotomy, a drastic treatment that was thought to help some mental patients who suffered extreme agitation. Performed in 1937 at the Missouri State Sanitarium, the operation incapacitated Rose for the rest of her life.

Mother Williams

Rose outlived her brother by 13 years. To the left of them stood a tall gray colored stone, and several feet away too. Edwina Dakin Williams.  I didn’t know who she was but asked J to snap a photo of her so I could remember to look her up.  It turns out it was Mother Williams, which explains a bit of why Tennessee is probably buried here in St. Louis. Edwina died 3 years before Tennessee did. Williams was born in Columbus, Mississippi, but never really called it home. In 1918, when Tennessee was seven years old, he and his family moved to St. Louis and lived in University City. He attended University of Missouri and later transferred to Wash U. His degree was earned in Iowa and he later studied theatre in New York before finally settling in New Orleans for much of his adulthood life. Williams died in New York City, but his brother Dakin insisted he be interred here in St. Louis, probably because Edwina was already there waiting. And I had always thought Tennessee belonged to New Orleans. But here he was.  And we found him.

Young Tennessee, Rose, and Mother Edwina

Even as J’s camera blinked at cold angels and a solid Jesus, as we walked between the tall obelisks, J reminded me that he wants to be cremated instead of buried. I didn’t indicate myself but said I guess it would depend on who was left.  I romanticize the thought of an interesting statue six feet above me that some curious onlooker might seek out and want to photograph some day, and maybe I’ll lie down beneath Midwest winters if I go before other family – giving them a place to go and leave a coin or silk flower. Or have them spend their money more wisely to have me cremated as well, and scatter my ashes in obscure places like backwoods bridges and giant flea markets like Orlando Bloom did to his father in Elizabethtown.

Remember me as a memory, find me in a dream, instead of some cold carved wall where you could touch my name.  I don’t think I want to be a monument.  I want to be a legend in words, like Tennessee.  And someday, somewhere, in the stacks of books in your dead loved one’s attic, in boxes of mementos and trunks of papers, you’ll blow dust in the air and reveal my name.

You’ll find me.