Jack of Rosto Garden at the flower market explained that in Holland when somebody turns 50, it is the custom to put a mannequin in their yard. If it is a man, they get an Abraham; women get Sarah. (From the old testament, of course, long-lived and fruitful people in their old age!)
The picture above is Norman in 1970 (let's see, he would have been....11.......) He loved to climb the cherry trees in the front yard of our old house and stuff himself with cherries.
We had the typical 20th century cherry tree combo - one Royal Anne and one Bing. When Jim and I bought our house in the city back in 1982, one of the charming things about it was the same cherry tree duo in the back yard. Alas, Royal Anne one wet June morning collapsed upon the kids' play structure, a total loss. However, it was loaded with a huge crop of cherries which were now totally accessible, so Mom and I stripped it before the tree became firewood.
Poor Bing is still there all by himself.
Not the fancy IBM kind with the little ball but a basic typewriter with a carriage return, and keys that if you typed too fast for it, would get tangled up.
I loved that typewriter!
It seems extremely antique now, but with this typewriter you had to buy ribbon!!! My Smith Corona had a special setting where you could type in red! Also, no ability to erase, so accuracy was important.
I was so happy when erasable typing paper was invented.
Oh the many papers I typed with that machine - including friends in the dorm and the coop who hired me at I-don't-remember-how-much-per-page to type their papers.
Anyway, it is gone to Goodwill, I hope to somebody who appreciates it. It still worked, too.
I like what my husband always remembers about his dad telling them to mow the lawn - "If you can't do it by daylight you can do it by dark," meaning, you still gotta mow the lawn today even if you wait a long time and it gets dark! Jim's brother had to do it with a flashlight...
Our Dad didn't give much gardening advice (not to me anyway) but I do remember him being on occasion a lawn fanatic. Our lawn was always infested with dandelions because he was not big on spraying so, having a giant squad of children to do these things, he got us all out there with whatever scissors were available to chop off the long stems on the weeds... I was out there with a really dull scissors which kept pinching my hand - ouch!!
This is the event for which Page was trying to find a stuffed sheep! (For a pastoral scene of course!)
As you can see from the web site - she did find one!
This event also used garden roses from Peterkort Roses to give just that perfect French je ne sais....whatever....
Norm is on vacation this week so we are covering for him! That's a hard task when he does so much there at the greenhouse...it's always nerve wracking.......
This organization dates back to the early 1940s, and my grandfather, Joseph Peterkort, Sr., was the treasurer for many years, and a founding member.
My brother Norman also served on the board for many years, including as the president.
I happened to run into Greg of Plants, Etc., another fellow board member and a past president, out on the back dock this morning, and mentioned to him that being on the OFGA board had definitely given me a whole new view of the market and the people involved in it - even though I've been doing sales for our company down at the market for over 10 years.
Greg totally agreed with this, and said he often tells people that if they really want to understand the market, they should come up and attend our board meetings (which any member is welcome to do).
He said that when he first came on the market he thought he could be totally independent and do his own thing, but serving on the board revealed that everything we do at the market has an impact on somebody else.
What I really loved about what you said, Greg, was about how that shows that everybody has the power to make a difference - even in the larger world - everybody can make a positive difference. A wonderfully positive, affirming and community building thought.
Pictured above is "Mrs. Furnival," a hybrid rhododendron from my yard. Jim and I planted this rhodie many years ago and now it is a significant foundation planting shrub to enhance our bungalow. I just want to know - who was Mrs. Furnival? I think there are other plants out there named "Furnival." Must Google Furnival!!!!
Speaking of Googling, in case you have ended up here at my blog, this is the official Peterkort Roses blog - we grow roses for wholesale cut flower customers in Hillsboro Oregon. We have over 50 varieties of hybrid teas, spray roses, sweethearts and garden roses. Check the "What We Grow" section of our web site to see the many varieties and photos of each one.
Plus it was the 50 year reunion of the 1959 court, led by Queen Mary Sue of Jefferson High School. She reminisced about being named queen at the stadium in front of thousands of people...they hustled her backstage where the one-size-fits-all queen's dress was hurriedly taken in and shortened...She and most of the 1959 court were present at our lunch today and will be on a 1959 car in the parade tomorrow, carrying their original pink and silver parasols.
Pictured is Pat Troyer of Touch of Elegance, who arranged all the flowers for today's event (roses donated by Peterkort Roses of course!).
I sat next to Bobbi Young, president of the Marysville Strawberry Festival, who was knighted today at the Rose Garden ceremony...she picked "Black Magic" as her rose. The custom is when the Rosarians honor you this way, you select a rose which is printed in the program along with your name. Bobbi told me a fascinating fact which I have never heard before - apparently there is a rose which repels insects. It's called "Enchanting Evening." I'll have to check that out!!!
My favorite thing when the kids were growing up was marching in the parade with them (they were in Cub Scouts). This was the Children's Parade in the Hollywood district of Portland.
Even when it rained and they all had to wear plastic garbage bag raincoats!
Here's an image of Mom with the Cecile Brunner rose at the farm.