I am so proud to be featured in the latest edition of Charlottesville Woman’s Women We Love.
What an honor! Thank you Terry.
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Living History.
This morning there was a ceremony to unveil a historic marker in front of my daughter’s school. The school closed in September of 1958 rather than integrate. This was part of the movement
known as ‘Massive Resistance’.
The school reopened in February of 1959
and in September of that year,
the “Venable Nine” walked up the front steps
and into the school that had previously been off limits to them.
The steps my daughter’s class stood on
and sang in honor of them this morning.
I’m not sure she entirely understands how
different the world was then.
Six of the original ‘Venable Nine’ were in attendance this morning.
Charles E. Alexander brought his mother, for as they all took a turn at a few words, each of them pointed out, it wasn’t them that decided they should attend Venable, it was their parents.
That is who they wanted to celebrate today – their parents.
It was a good reminder that it is our jobs as parents to push our kids to change the world .
Charles E. Alexander brought his mother, for as they all took a turn at a few words, each of them pointed out, it wasn’t them that decided they should attend Venable, it was their parents.
That is who they wanted to celebrate today – their parents.
It was a good reminder that it is our jobs as parents to push our kids to change the world .
It can happen – look at them.
When life hands you apples…….
I have written before about my love of apples. It’s deep.
I have been an apple a day girl as long as I can remember.
They store well. You can throw one in your purse and carry it about until you are ready to eat it.
In fact, if you were to ask me what I always have in my bag, you’d find my wallet, ponytail holders, chapstick, a water bottle and an apple.
Those are my essentials.
Mollie asked I bring some apples when we came for Oysterfest. I used this as my excuse to head out to Henley’s Orchard and grab a bushel of seconds. I also thought I’d get some non-seconds, and I printed out the coupon from the website that said, buy a peck, get a free gallon.
She’d also asked for some cider and I’d heard Henley’s made some good stuff.
Now, I know everyone in Charlottesville goes to Carter’s Mountain for apples. Yes, the views are great. But it also can be completely overrun. And as much as I love the cider donuts, the cider they sell is not made from their apples – at least, the stuff I’ve seen there the last few years wasn’t locally made. And I’m stickler for local. So, when I heard on good authority that Henley’s had good, local cider, I decided to check them out. I can say, I will never again go to Carter’s for large amounts of apples, nor cider. The prices and the varieties at Henleys are far better. Oh, and that cider? Heavenly.
But I digress.
I went to Henley’s for apples and got a bushel of seconds, a peck of non-seconds and a free gallon.
I got a mixed bunch of varieties – heavy on my beloved Black Stem, but also some Fuji, and thanks to the suggestion of the young man working at Henley’s that day (who encouraged me to pick up an apple and try it), some Cameo and Mutsu apples. I think he threw some Granny Smith into the seconds bushel as well.
I got a mixed bunch of varieties – heavy on my beloved Black Stem, but also some Fuji, and thanks to the suggestion of the young man working at Henley’s that day (who encouraged me to pick up an apple and try it), some Cameo and Mutsu apples. I think he threw some Granny Smith into the seconds bushel as well.
I thought I’d get non-seconds to have on hand for eating. But as I looked through my bushel, I noticed there were a number of small apples, which are actually my favorite, as well as Edie’s favorite. Turns out they are considered seconds. Next time, I might not even bother getting the non-seconds, because the difference between the two were slight in the selection I got.
Again, I digress.
A bushel, a peck and a gallon.
That’s what they looked like on my kitchen floor.
I filled a 5 gallon bucket and took it to Mollie last weekend. Barely made a dent.
We have eaten fried apples for dinner almost every night for 2 weeks. I made a pie – actually two, because Mollie & I made one last weekend and since I got only a bite, I came home and immediately made another one. This morning for breakfast, we had a pan of baked apples. Snack time around here is, can you guess? Apples.
I finally got around to trying my hand at apple butter. I didn’t add as much sugar as is called for, so I’m wondering if that is why it took 3 full days in the crockpot. It’s good though. I definitely think I’m going to start another batch. I also keep meaning to throw some pies in the freezer. And I promised my husband some apple crisp. I am considering making a batch of applesauce too, although that will require me to go get more canning jars, as I’m out. I have used every last one of them in canning and pickling this year. And I added an extra 4 cases or so to the stash this year.
I’ve realized that a bushel, a peck (which is half a bushel) and a gallon (which is half a peck), adds up to be one and three quarters of a bushel. Not quite two bushels. As soon as I got home and unloaded them, I realized I may have gotten too many apples. Okay, the fact that they took up ample space in the large trunk of my car was a clue. And full disclosure – I didn’t unload them, my dear husband did. Without questioning the amount of apples I had just dragged home. Which is precisely why, he will get an apple crisp tomorrow.
After all, I did make him baked apples for breakfast…
Sunday Drive.
Saving Greenleaf Park.
Living across the street from Greenleaf Park, we sort of think of it as an extension of our yard.
Once upon a time, there was a ‘sprinkler’ there. Not the fancy spray park that’s there today. In fact, there are no remnants of that today, just a field of grass. The old sprinklers were two metal poles with 2 showerheads stuck on top, on opposite sides, on a concrete pad. You needed a ‘key’ to turn them on – a tall, heavy, metal pole that is used to turn water on and off at the main. You could borrow a key from the city, although a neighbor had one, and after a time, Pat decided that since we lived across the street, it was only fitting that we have one as well. So, two of us had keys to turn the sprinklers off and on. On hot days in the spring, before the pools would open, the call would go out, and all the kids in the neighborhood would run under the sprinklers – we would block the drain hole and create a wading pool for the babies and the big kids would run around with cups and have a water battle. The parents would sit on blankets, in the surrounding grass with beverages and snacks and when the water throwing battles got heated and someone would run our way hoping to be protected, we would yell at them “THIS IS A DRY ZONE!”. It seemed the babies would prefer to be naked (at least, this was the case for mine, who was for at least 4 years running, the first naked kid in Greenleaf Park for the year) and it was lovely. When the kids got bored and wandered off to the playground, we’d turn the water off to conserve it. It really was quaint and sweet and would bring the entire neighborhood together.
People who didn’t live in the neighborhood that would chance upon these times would ask how to get a key. We always referred them to the city. Some of our friends from outside the neighborhood would know we had them and would come to borrow them, but we tried to keep it as quiet as possible. We’d hear that the sprinklers at Greenleaf Park were the best kept secret in town. And we liked it that way.
Over time, the old sprinklers started to deteriorate. Badly. We knew they needed to be more than repaired, they needed to be replaced. There were many fierce debates about how to handle this – the city had a history of taking out equipment that needed to be repaired and just well, taking it out. Not replacing it. We lost the big slide that way, the digger, the merry go round…..We didn’t want to see that happen to the sprinklers. Meanwhile, Belmont Park on the other side of town had just gotten a really incredible new spray park. What if we asked the city for something like that, but not as big and fancy? The Belmont sprayground had a water recycling feature we really liked, and bonus, it was touch pad activated and timed, so there would no water running for hours on end (as would sometimes happen when people from outside the neighborhood would get a key.) That was a pet peeve of ours – going to the park and the sprinklers running with no one running around under them. A few of us neighborhood folks would see that and take it upon ourselves to turn the water off if there were no kids using it. Oh yes, we would get into arguments and oh yes, we heard we had a reputation around town. We saw ourselves as the stewards of the park, since we all lived around it and used it, daily. Over time, we watched a hill erode from the water pouring down from the sprinklers. We knew something had to be done.
So, the two of us with keys approached the city about replacing the sprinklers at the park. It was actually an easy sell. They put in the recycled water feature, they put in a touch pad for the kids to use, they even put a pad under it that was much softer than concrete. It completely changed the nature of the park and the park, already a very popular park, became THE most popular park not just in town, but in a multiple county area.
Greenleaf Park was already a birthday party & end of school year picnic hot spot for sports teams, preschools, as well private schools in the area, but suddenly, they were all there AT ONCE.
It became so over run that the neighborhood kids stopped going. Fender benders and near misses at the entrance of the park became a regular affair. When the small lot in the park filled up, people would park on the street around the park, with little regard for driveways. Heck, some of them would park in people’s yards. Those of us that live closest to the park got used to picking up garbage and dirty diapers that got left behind. (Never mind that there’s a restroom with a changing table in the park, apparently, a stranger’s front yard is a much better spot for that activity.). I find myself constantly asking people to get their kids out of my yard. I’ve had to ask people to please not let their kids urinate in my yard. It’s really just ridiculous.
There is a pavilion at the park, that is on a first come, first served basis. There are generally no less than 10 birthday parties a day on a weekend there. Parents fight over the pavilion. They show up at 6 am and will rope it off, for a party at 4 that afternoon. I’ve heard tales of fist fights over use of the pavilion. The park is not big enough for this kind of use, nor does it have the parking. Some Saturdays, we leave our house to go to a soccer game, and cannot park within blocks of our house when we get home.
Last spring, I witnessed 2 preschool picnics, a group from the city upper elementary school up the street, as well as two busloads of children from the county’s public schools, all using the park at the same time. It was wall to wall people. The park was overrun. And that was just one day – try that amount of traffic every day for most of April, May and into June. Our neighborhood was being overrun.
I attempted to contact the city parks & rec department, as well as the entire city council, trying to get them to address the situation. Trying to get them to come see for themselves how this was degrading the park. Degrading our neighborhood. I couldn’t get anyone to return a call or an email. Frustrating.
The other night, city council had a town hall meeting for our neighborhood. I showed up and started my statement to the council by telling them how many times I had tried contacting them, as well as parks and rec about this. I’m pretty sure that got their attention. As I spoke about the problems at the park, I noticed alot of other residents nodding. When I mentioned that busloads of Albemarle County kids are still getting dropped off on a regular basis, that made them sit up. They assured me they would change the pavilion usage policy, to now require reservations. They will not allow large groups to use the park. Hopefully, this will help slow down the number of parties over there. Hopefully, it will get enforced.
It made the front page of the paper the next morning. A few neighbors have told me thanks and how proud they are that I was not willing to let it go. I figure, I was responsible for changing the park, for making it as popular as it is today, so I need to continue to take responsibility for the park. My own child may have outgrown the park on a daily basis, but living across the street from it, we are still affected by the use of the park. I like to be able to park in front of my house. I don’t want to pick up other people’s garbage. I really don’t like having to pick up dirty diapers. I especially don’t like people yelling at me about how they and their children are entitled to trample my flowerbeds and my vegetable garden. I wonder how they would feel if I were to do that to them, and frequently ask that. That usually shuts them up and makes them leave. Just because we bought a house near a nice park doesn’t mean our property is public property.
I was proud of myself for getting the sprinklers replaced, even if I don’t always like the end result. It was better for the park in the long run. What I like the most about being in the paper for speaking up at Thursday’s meeting is that I now have a public record of city officials saying they will address the issues. I’m proud of myself for going and speaking up. I hope this means more good change for the park.







