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Monday, March 23, 2026

End of the Beard

A year ago I traveled to Belgium, leaving behind a clean-shaven husband itching to try his hand at growing a beard. I knew when I kissed him goodbye there was a good chance I would not see his jawline when I returned home. I didn't know how well it would grow in. We posed for this picture, which I used as my phone cover. When I came home, he had the makings of a full beard and mustache.

This was his first beard. There were times over the decades he tried growing a mustache. He used to work for a company that had nothing against mustaches, but they must be past the scruffy starter stage and look nice. Something he could not accomplish in a one week vacation. This was the same company that insisted they dress like IBM employees -- white dress shirts, dark suits, a tie, wingtip shoes, and dark dress socks. Women had a similar dress code. When I need a reminder of how he dressed for work, I look at old Friends episodes and see Ross and Chandler wearing ties when they go to the office. EDS was even more strict than that.

The beard lasted nearly a year. It never grew on me, and Don knew it. He also
knows I will never tell him what to do with his hair because I don't ever want to be told what to do with mine. (Currently I'm growing out the coloring because I grew tired of the expense, and because I don't know what I want to do. This picture was taken not long after I lost colored it.)

Friday night I came home from digging at Fort Mifflin. We were meeting a friend for dinner. I complimented him on his haircut. I noticed he wasn't wearing glasses. We went out. I talked to him. I looked at him. It wasn't until I went to bed that I realized he shaved his beard off. The Don I fell in love with is back!

The next day a coworker noticed immediately. Someone else said he looks better (thank you!). No one at church commented. 

Don said he wanted to shave it before he gets a summer tan. I'll take it.




Sunday, March 15, 2026

A Tale of Two Paddingtons

Often when I read a book there seems to be a thread from the book I just read to the book I am reading now. It might be a character name, or a location, or some obscure fact that appears in two different books. Currently it is the name Wes. I read "The Other Wes Moore," then Wes was a background character in "The Lost Baker of Vienna," and now he is a small character in "Humor Me." 

While this happens a lot with books, I hadn't noticed the connection on vacation. Sure, most cafes around the world seem to play 80s pop music, which is the music I grew up with so I roll with it and smile feeling instantly at home, and also a little annoyed they are not playing local tunes. This really stood out when we dined at Basilica in Cusco, Peru where they played Bossa Nova versions of 80s pop.

I was surprised, though, when a certain bear became a vacation theme. I first noticed Paddington Bear in London, where he stars in a show on the West End. When I saw him a month later in Lima, Peru I was convinced he followed me. I was also very travel lagged (same time zone, so technically not jet lagged).

London


Lima


Paddington fans reading this are screaming "of course he'd be in both places!" After all, he is put on a boat from "darkest Peru" and arrives at London's Paddington Station where he begins to have the adventures that are recorded in Michael Bond's books. 

I did a double take wondering what other connections I would make on our journey.

Thursday, March 12, 2026

High Points of Our Trip to Peru

Reflecting upon what I wrote about our trip to Peru I realize I focused more on the downsides (altitude sickness, the abysmal flight) than I did on what I enjoyed. That's not fair to me, or to the few of you who read my posts. That's just jet lag (even if we were traveling in the same time zone) speaking.

We are blessed to be able to travel, and that we both enjoy it -- though Don will be the first to admit I enjoy it more than he does.

What did I enjoy the most?

Of course Manchu Picchu is stunning, and we had an excellent guide with a dry sense of humor that caught me off guard until I leaned into it. However, I enjoyed myself more when we left the tour group and explored on our own. 

I love a good tour. I take copious notes, snap pictures with my phone, chat with those in our group, and live fully in the moment. That is true no matter where I am on the planet. It is especially invigorating learning about new places in English, with a guide I can have a conversation with.

However, my two favorite experiences in Peru were when Don and I left the tourist district and saw local people enjoying life without performing or trying to please us. They were unapologetically living their best lives.

The first was our first night when we went to the Magic Water Circuit of Reserve Park. The Magic Water Circuit is a series of light shows using fountains as the backdrop. Until we bumped into a tour guide with a red umbrella loudly speaking English to his charges, I felt we were the only non-Spanish speakers at the festival. I saw children racing through the arches of water giggling the entire time as their parents tried to keep up. I saw multi-generational families spending a lovely summer evening in each other's company.

The second was when we stumbled upon Carnavale being celebrated in Urubamba. We didn't expect it. We saw people, mostly women, wearing matching traditional-inspired outfits that clearly looked like costumes heading to a mysterious (at least to us) location. Two days earlier we saw people rehearsing in front of the cathedral, so we suspected a festival was in the making. We just didn't know the details, or if we had time to see any of it before our guide was collecting us to take us to Cusco. I was glad we caught them parading to reviewing stand, as they tossed foam at us and unapologetically included us in their festivities. I wish we could have stayed a few more hours. We did catch some of the partying in Cusco, but as that is a bigger city (not a big city, just larger than Urubamba), and it was later, the reveling was turning violent with water balloons hard as rocks (one hit me in the head and bounced off without breaking, so not sure which was harder). It was not as enjoyable as watching multigenerational groups celebrating together.

If we had had one extra day in Lima, I would have booked a tour of Pachacamac, located about 31 miles outside of Lima it is one of the most important pre-Spanish invasion religious sites, and a huge archaeological destination. As I really enjoy archaeology, this had the potential of being another highlight.

You can't do it all.

Tuesday, March 10, 2026

Punch Buggy!

We knew when we went to Cuba that we would see 1950's American cars. They are in every tourist photo of Havana there are classic American cars, often waxed and polished so it could double as a mirror.

In Peru we were surprised to see the cars of our youth, namely VW Bugs. We spent much of our trip whispering PUNCH BUGGY to each other. It brought back memories of playing with my sisters on car rides long and short. To a time before I met Don. By the time we met in 1989 there were not that many slug bugs or punch buggies on the road. 

It has been so long since we played I don't remember the details of the scoring system. I think each car was a point. Orange ones were worth five points? Vans worth more. Orange vans worth the most?

I should have taken more pictures. Some were polished like the Chevys in Havana. Others were beaten up, clearly used as everyday cars.


Thursday, March 5, 2026

Trenton Architecture Tour

This was an example of a good tour guide making me feel as if something I have seen many times I am seeing for the first time. 

I was late to one of Becky's Trenton Walks Tours. I know better. I knew it was going to be a great tour. I was cozy at home writing blog posts about our trip and didn't want to leave. I also have a tendency to think it takes less time to get to downtown Trenton than it really does, especially factoring in parking. By the time I joined the group and acknowledged Becky's wide, forgiving smile, architect John had led the group had moved from the Masonic Temple, past the Old Barracks (still slated to reopen by this summer), Thomas Edison State College (John's favorite downtown Trenton building) and they were in front of the State House.

Our State House is one of the oldest in the nations, up there with those in Annapolis, MD and Dover, DE. It make sense, we are one of the oldest states in the United States.

John guided our eyes across the street to a series of former row homes that are now offices. Some better restored than others, as only someone with an eye to architectural details see. To my untrained eye, they all sparkle.

As I knew from past tours, Trenton began in 1679, a few blocks away in what we now call Mill Hill. Followed in 1719 by the William Trent House. This house in an 1870s Romanesque Revival Style, as evidenced by the heavy stone on the bottom contrasting the other materials. Next to it is an older building, then an early 20th century one in the early Classical Revival style. I wish I actually knew what all that means so I can identify them myself.

Back to our side of the street. The center part of the State House is the executive branch. It is flanked by senate and congress. The new part, a separate looking hut, is the security entrance. It is modern, but tries to keep the colors and flavor of the original building. Or not.

Next to it is the State House Annex, a
building that could fit as a backdrop for a Fascist movie with his overabundance of columns and forced symmetry meant to scare us into submission. 


Contrast that with the asymmetrical building across the street unfortunately made with brownstones which are easy to build with, but erode easily. 

The easiest way to rile up a librarian is to talk about how the great Library of Alexandria was destroyed in the 7th century taking with it much knowledge we have yet to recapture. The feeling was similar as John told us about the great mansions (including at least two owned by the Roebling family or Roebling wire fame) were purchased by the state in the 1960's and destroyed to have space for the new state cultural center, including the State Library and State Museum. Those homes, with their gardens and yards, backed up to the canal, which has since been paved over to make Route 29. Talk about another topic sure to rile up historians. The incorporated some classical elements, but also included open spaces that are not controlled, and have modern art. 

At the end of the street is a tall building with no windows on our side that feels out of place. Someone asked me what it is for, and I said I don't know, but I could make up a story if he'd like. He did. So I did. I said it is used by Netflix as a filming studio and that the city receives a lot of revenue from it. The real answer? It was a failed Holiday Inn that has great views from its top floor. It was turned into office space. A developer is interested in turning it into an apartment building. I like my version better.

We walked across the street to admire the rowhomes up close.

The Contemporary Club is housed in a 19th century Renaissance Revival building with Italianate details. I have no idea what he means, but it sound good.

The Farm Bureau next door is even older. 

Ferdinand Roebling's townhome is still standing.


The Hunter Research office building is an example of a good restoration. There is granite at the base, which is better able to withstand the elements. Upper floors are 20th century brick.

John kept our walk to an hour. Often the "lunchtime" walks stretch beyond an hour as we are all engaged with the speaker, and enough of the tour goers are not bound to a clock. John probably had to get back to work.

As we passed Thomas Edison State College again he pointed out the clock jutting out from the second story of the [Henry Cooper] Kelsey building. The two tick marks represent the hour when his beloved wife Prudence Kelsey passed away. In the room where the clock extends is a room dedicated to her with her porcelain. It was a condition of the donation of the building.



Next time I'll try to get there earlier as they are always informative, as well as entertaining.

(Not take during the tour, but I still like the picture of the
State House dome all lit up at night)


Sunday, March 1, 2026

Fabric, Stories, and Memories at The William Trent House

"The fabric of our lives," began historical re-enactor Leslie Bramett's brief talk about how we went from owning two outfits comprising of five items of clothing, to having closets and dressers overflowing with more items of clothing than we can count. Bramett's talk, "The Stories Fabrics Tell: an Illustrated History" was the keynote presentation in the greater "Fabric, Stories, and Memories" exhibition that opens next weekend at the 1719 William Trent House.

Bramett wore a Colonial-era dress she hand stitched, and brought three other dresses she made--all pink, all using different types of fabrics and styles to illustrate the points she made in her power presentation.

"The fabric of our lives" evokes the 1980s television commercial encouraging people to turn away from polyester and return to cotton. She said since she started wearing cotton for work, that when she wears synthetic materials they just don't feel right. 

Her presentation was neatly organized into four categories:

1) Functional

2) Status

3) Political

4) Artifact

Functional: in the 1600s clothes served a function. Everyone, even the most wealthy, had two outfits that they wore every day. One for work, and the other (if lucky) to wear to church on Sundays.

Status: Around the 18th century, fabric became tied to the economy. Cotton and linen were exported from the New World and sent to Britain to be turned into cloth, which was then sold to people in the New World. At the same time, people were traveling to other parts of the world and seeing what others were wearing.

Fabric became a status symbol. Rather than having plain fabric, printed material began to exist. The lower classes still wore solid colors (often in linen), the middle class citizens wore patterned cotton cloth, but the wealthy wanted something different. They wore silk fabric with patterns. After all in those days of slavery, labor was cheap so to show your wealth, you had to wear better fabric. This extended to your bedding, drapes, table cloths, and all fabric you needed.

Political: Laws were made to dictate what Black people could wear. Louisiana's Tignon Law of 1786 said women of color must cover their hair to suppress their beauty. South Carolina's 1735 Slave Code law specified that Blacks could only wear "Negro cloth," which was not as fine as what their owners wore. This law was ignored by the slaveholders who chose what their property would wear. She compared it to posted speed limit signs versus how we drive in New Jersey, some might obey but most don't.

Another interesting rabbit hole was that during the Revolutionary War era there were boycotts on buying fabric from Britain. Instead people spun their own fabric and made their own clothes as part of the Homespun Movement. Think of it as the original Buy in America movement started by women.

Artifacts: this was the most fascinating part of Bramett's discussion. She pointed out that very little fabric actually exists from the Colonial era, so how do historians like herself know so much about them? There are three ways: runaway ads, wills, and foundling homes. Each a little more distressing than the previous.

Runaway ads described not just the physical characteristics of the runaway slaves, but their attire, often in great detail. Remember, people did not have a lot of clothing in that time period.

Wills. Fabric was so valuable that everyone who had a will listed it in their wills. For the William Trent House they listed linens at a modern day value of $312. Linens were passed down to the the next generation. One man in the audience said he remembers helping his grandmother create quilts for each of the people in her family so they would have something from her when she passed.

Foundling homes. This was the most distressing way to learn about fabric patterns, but crucial to seeing actual pieces of fabric from bygone times. When a woman left her baby at a foundling home, she left the child with a piece of fabric from her dress and kept a piece. This was used to identify which child was hers. Though only 166 children were claimed out of the thousands left, in the age before fingerprint identification, this was crucial for identification. The Foundling Museum in the United Kingdom (formerly the Foundling Home) had an exhibit on children claimed. Somehow Bramett got through this portion of her talk without choking up, something she said she has been working on. This exhibit provided a "wealth of knowledge of fabrics of ordinary women." 

She noted that while the ordinary people were boycotting British (including Irish and Indian) goods, George Washington and the wealthy class were not. They still wanted to keep up appearances among their friends. Way not to show leadership, George.

It was a fun talk. They introduction included extending an invitation to others who want to give presentations. They are always looking for guest speakers, often academics have to give talks as part of their requirements. 

Next up is a talk by Robert Selig called: German Soldier in America: Georg Daniel Flohr, Regiment Royal Deux Points on March 15 at 2 pm. Same place. 



Countries Visited

Because this comes up in conversation every so often, thought I would create an official list of countries I have been to so far. Since crossing the International Date Line I've wanted to cross the equator (open for suggestions). I'd also like to go to Africa.

(Written in 2017, updated 2023 and 2026)

  1. Canada
  2. Iceland
  3. England
  4. France
  5. Belgium
  6. Luxembourg
  7. Switzerland
  8. East Germany (visited while separated)
  9. West Germany (visited while separated)
  10. Germany (visited post reunification)
  11. Holland/Netherlands
  12. Portugal
  13. Italy
  14. Vatican City
  15. Japan
  16. Cuba
  17. Mexico
  18. Denmark
  19. Estonia
  20. Russia
  21. Sweden
  22. Finland
  23. Israel
  24. Palestine (from Jerusalem into Bethlehem)
  25. Spain 
  26. New Zealand
  27. Australia
  28. Norway
  29. Peru