Sunday, March 31, 2013

Easter

I love Easter. 
I love the renewal of life, the promise of spring that Easter brings.


Our Sacrament meeting today included Stan singing "I Stand All Amazed" in a quintet of men...

...and Easter dinner of ham, sweet potatoes, rolls, kale salad, deviled eggs, and lemon bars.

Easter is also cute girls

in new dresses


 Easter also means iffy spring weather,

and the need to borrow Grandma's stuff to keep warm in the spring sunshine.

As Thomas S. Monson said, "No words in Christendom mean more to me than those spoken by the angel to the weeping Mary Magdalene and the other Mary: 
'Why seek ye the living among the dead? He is not here, but is risen.'"

Thursday, March 28, 2013

I'm Going Back to France

Yep, now that we're approaching the one year anniversary of our cruise, I'm trying hard to wrap up the rest of the trip. I left off the postings at Colmar, France. 

As we did in many other places, we had a tour guide, essential for the nitty-gritty of the local story.



 We learned, for example, that these houses have numbered beams so that they can be taken apart, moved, and put back together. I'm not so clear on how often that actually happened, but still! We also learned that these centuries old wooden beams were anciently preserved by painting them with a mixture of ox blood and vinegar. Makes you wonder how often the locals threw open the windows for fresh air. At one point, the locals tried plastering over the beams, but that was a dismal failure and made the beams look permanently discolored.

 Another interesting bit of local color: this lovely and desirable part of Southern France was annexed a couple of times by those sneaky Germans, the first time 1871-1918 and a second time from 1940-1945. In a masterful stroke of passive-aggressiveness, the French made these cute little signs. Our guide explained that the famous political cartoonist Hansi created several signs like this one: the monk, who clearly is French, is schooling the stupid (obviously German) pig, who is then served up as dinner. Of course, you could not tell your invading annexers to their face that they are pigs, but.....
Sadly, of the 42 signs created by this artist, only 2 are thought to remain. The rest were melted down to use as ammunition.


 Remember Fred? NO? Frederic Bartholdi? STILL no? He's the dude who created the Statue of Liberty. He also created this statue "The Great Support of the World", found in the courtyard of his home. The three figures holding up the earth represent justice, labor, and patriotism. I really rather like it.

Somewhere along the way, Judy and I got a little turned around after stopping for some of our drug of choice gelato, and headed off in the wrong direction. Bob managed to stop us before we rented an apartment over the gelato store. Umm...thanks, Bob?

Colmar was so picturesque. I could have wandered here forever.

It was around this point that we began to appreciate the European love of storks.

 See that nest-y looking thing on the edge of the roof?


 It actually IS a nest-y thing. They put up platforms to encourage storks to nest on the buildings.

Of course, there was a magnificent church to visit-


This is St. Martin's-unique because of the yellow stone that was used. It was build 1234-1365.


Same tile ceiling we saw virtually everywhere.

 We also stopped at St. Matthew's, a Franciscan church built around the late 12th century.

 Inside, the decor was considerably more restrained than many churches we viewed.







 Our next stop was the Musee D'Unterlinden, a Dominican convent build in the 13th century.
We had only enough time to quickly walk through the building, now being used as a museum.

This is a particularly famous piece, the Ishemheim Altarpiece by Grunewald, created around 1506
Note the depiction of Christ being laid in the tomb here at the bottom.

 Christ had pock-marked skin, representing his compassion and understanding for those who had the plague, many of whom were cared for at a local monastery.


There is a lot of paint-by-numbers going on, or as the locals call it "Masterpiece Restoration". Frankly, it looked like tedious work.

Some random Colmar pictures: wishing well,

Maison des Tetes, the Mayor's home.

There were 111 faces and masks on this home. Apparently the Mayor wanted you to know he was watching you.

 Even their sewer grates look artistic.

I must admit, I am getting a bit foggy about which pictures belong to which city. I hope I've only used Colmar photos, but.....

Tuesday, March 26, 2013

Eggs and Birds

Last week I decided it was time to color the Easter eggs. I'd seen the method of baking your hard boiled eggs in several places, and decided to give it a try. You put them in cupcake pans to keep them from rolling around, and bake at 350 for 30 minutes.

Although I cooked two dozen eggs with little effort, I still had a few cracked eggs. Worse, almost all of the eggs had brown spots or speckles, all the way through the shell and onto the egg. I'm not sure I'd do it this way again.

Hailey and Makayla had a great time dying them. I sent them home with some of their personal favorites.

Unfortunately, they both had a spectacular meltdown when they came back a few days later and discovered Stan and I had consumed a few of the ones they left behind. Apparently, these masterpieces were to remain untouched for eternity.

As a distraction, today I found a new use for the cupcake pan. Butter it up really, really well.

Melt some marshmallows and butter together,

stir in some chow mein noodles,

slather your hands with more butter,

and form little "nests" in the pan. Let them set up for an hour or so in the freezer

then add some "eggs" using frosting for glue. Um, Hailey? What's that lump in your check?

Oh look! They're already hatching!

Aren't they cute? I'm sending all of them home with Amy. I haven't recovered from the recent disgust heaped upon me for eating the last eggs we created together. I'm pretty sure there would be no eggs leftover this time.

Next we decided to go for a walk and look for signs of birds. Hailey and Makayla took all of the outdoor pictures except the last two, using my cheap camera. See the nest in the tree to the right?

Makayla took this picture of a bird she saw flying in the clouds. Can't see it? Yeah, neither could I.

Hailey took this picture of Mr. Duck swimming in Alkali Creek with Mrs. Duck.

Hailey captured Makayla sneaking the "bird food" she brought, just in case we found a hungry bird. Makayla never met a marshmallow she could resist.

Makayla's snapshot of Hailey.

Makayla's shot of a nest, right side. Centering those pictures apparently is going to take some practice.


Hailey's shot of a bird in a tree.

Makayla's shot of a "broken tree". No bird, she just thought it was cool.

 My shot of Makayla, too tired to walk another step.

Fortunately, she recovered when I assured her I'm going to have to leave for the vultures if she can't walk.

 We came home and read that epic tale of a baby bird looking for his Mom.

 Next we cut out some egg shapes,

shaved some crayons onto them,

and ironed them.

Voile!! Beautiful decorated eggs Grandma and Grandpa are unlikely to eat.

We followed up with more artwork.

Hailey's tour de force "Grandma is for the Birds".

After a day with Hailey and Makayla, this chick is ready for bed!