". . . But the past does not exist independently from the present. Indeed, the past is only past because there is a present, just as I can point to something over there only because I am here. But nothing is inherently over there or here. In that sense, the past has no content. The past -- or more accurately, pastness -- is a position. Thus, in no way can we identify the past as past." p. 15

". . . But we may want to keep in mind that deeds and words are not as distinguishable as often we presume. History does not belong only to its narrators, professional or amateur. While some of us debate what history is or was, others take it into their own hands." p. 153

Silencing the Past: Power and the Production of History (1995) by Michel-Rolph Trouillot

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Honk Country Dispatches - The Cumin ' O the Greens

Huge wreath on front door, which gets caught in the door jamb every time you close the door.

A huge box of hollies and evergreens. All of which will be perfectly tinder from the central heat in about 12 hours.
Nevertheless I 'seasonalized' the front three period rooms: receiving room (I just call it the front room), parlor (I call it the living room) and the dining room.

Pine and spruce needles everywhere. But my pine cones seemed happy to see them. I suppose now I have to obtain some big wide red ribbon .... Lights?

Maybe I'll go do that now, now that the rain and wind have quit, and some sun seems to be coming out.

I just wish Buildings and Grounds had waited another week or so before delivering the greens, due to the drying out factor. But the benefit tour for childrens' winter coats is the 11th. Still, this seems too early. It's only December 1.
I will not dare to light candles.  I NEED window candles! Battery or electric. Dollar General didn't have any. N is going to have to drive me to the little malls outside of town. Nor does it have any tall vases and so on in which to display MORE GREENS and lights and ornaments and ribbons.
I've made three runs to Dollar General already!
I'm messing with all these things, tying bows out of the ribbons -- I've gone nuts, and I've just started. I did this all afternoon instead of working.  All because W College delivered me a big box of greens and hollies. It's made worse by N laughing at me and egging me on.  I'm going to be doing this now for days. Like playing with my dollhouse. I never played 'stories' with my dollhouse. I constanted re-arranged and decorated. Nobody lived in my dollhouse. It was mine.

I MUST HAVE A LARGE CHRISTMAS DEER, on which I can drape ribbons and lights.  Really. I MUST!  It would be great, looking out the living room windows! There are conveniently located outlets. Really.

I need silver polish for this huge ornate silver platter tray with feet that’s been in the broom closet all these weeks and looks as though it hasn’t been removed in years.  And – oh, yes!  wind ribbons on the chandliers. And o who knows what I can do?  The next historic house tour is the 11th, I think.  How will they deal with this?  I don’t think this is very authentically 18th century.  But I am keeping to gold and green.  Mostly.  Red is allowed.  O dear. 


K. said...

Talk about home for Christmas! I'm still immersed in health care policy and hospital management. Well, I am learning a lot.

Have you read about the secession balls in Charleston, to celebrate the 150th anniversary?

Foxessa said...

I blogged about them, as well as the celebration of 'secession without slavery' elsewhere!

Thank goodness for Georgia proving that all us living below Mason Dixon aren't insane or jerks.

Love, C.

Foxessa said...

Hey, K -- do you get a significant semester break? When does yours end? I've had grad semesters end December 24th.

Love, C.

K. said...

Last day of class is Saturday, with the last paper due on the 13th.

If you haven't seen it, take a look at the video I made and posted on Tuesday.

Foxessa said...

You made that video?

Love, C.