Happy William Penn’s Birthday!
Yes, in 1644 on October 14th, William Penn, the quintessential Quaker, the patriarch of Pennsylvania, was born.
Today my mom, Libby, and I made four apple pies. Someone gave her a bunch of tiny apples, and we spent a while paring them. (They more than I since I was visiting my grandma for part of the paring.) We baked two pies and froze two. It’s amazing how much more quickly pie making goes by using those premade pie crusts. I’ve always made my own. I’ll reserve judgement on the crusts until I’ve had a taste, which will be as soon as I finish this blog entry.
I finished the book on Captain Cook and spent the night dreaming of explorers and exploring. It also gave me a mad desire to watch twelve hours of Horatio Hornblower, which I have not yet done. As a matter of fact, I think I loaned the DVDs to someone! Aaah! Must track down the viewer…
TGD was wildly industrious when we got home from my mom’s. The house was cleaned, grass was mown and trimmed, jack-o-lanterns carved, bike seats lowered, and more! He knows how to get this crew of kids working efficiently, and he even gutted the pumpkins himself, slimy job that it is. These pumpkins are Michael’s dearly-beloved monster ones which he grew from seeds. Here’s Michael with the pumpkins. He’s rather judgemental of the other pumpkins he sees, disdainfully commenting, “Puny.”
And here are our new jack-o-lanterns. As I looked at them, I thought
of the folks in England who used to make jack-o-lanterns out of
turnips.
Oh!—fruit loved of boyhood!—the old days recalling,
When wood-grapes were purpling and brown nuts were falling!
When wild, ugly faces we carved in its skin,
Glaring out through the dark with a candle within!
John Greenleaf Whittier ~ 1850



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