Sunday, March 25, 2012

Loveland Castle (Chateau Laroche)


On the bank of the Little Miami River sits an unimposing little dwelling. It is the Loveland Castle, the road down to which is almost as bad as the W road of Signal Mountain. Hannah and I made our way there around noon this Saturday. After we had payed our $3 to explore the castle and the grounds, the odd man at the desk told us a little about Sir Harry Andrews who built the castle. The website has this great information about Harry:


"Harry objected to modern warfare - killing at a distance. He preferred sword-to-sword medieval combat. He served as a medic in World War I, contracted spinal meningitis, and was declared dead. By the time that he was declared undead -- six months later -- his fiancé had married another man. Harry seemed not to have minded, he stayed in Europe, visiting castles. He veered away from women, period. Having more than 50 marriage proposal later in life, he turned all of them down!"


Some of the arch walkways that Harry built.
Walking around the castle was great. The first floor had tons of old pictures of Harry throughout his life. He was a pretty attractive young man, and died a bug-eyed, crazy haired 91 year old man in 1981. The first floor had a little office that had "Private" marked in my grandpa's sort of penmanship across the door. The calender was left on the month and year he died. Down the tight staircase to the left is a "Dungeon" with a dirt floor. The back of the dungeon even has a cell that prompts you to look in at the "Wild Man," which is a skeleton. Creepy. If you follow the left handed spiral staircase up to the second floor, you will find Harry's beginnings of a chapel, a ballroom with a large wooden table, and his corner bedroom in a turret. The ballroom opens out to a balcony overlooking the Little Miami. There is a little hole in the wall labeled "Spy Hole" which when looking through it, funnels to a peep hole and the castle gate can be seen. Art, a crocheted American flag, swords, and suits of armor decorate the halls. Outside were Harry's personal herb gardens, several arched walkways, and a statue garden with a serpent statue. From what I can gather, Harry believed in knighthood as a way of life. He took the boys in his scout troop on hikes and later they became knights in his Knights of the Golden Trail order. He reminded me so much of Pop-Pop. He spent 51 years working on his personal castle, and his knights are continuing the work today.

               




 In order to cut costs Harry used to put other objects in his cement...like light bulbs, cans, and baseballs. He was fond of stones from other places and labeled them as he built onto the castle. It was his lifelong project, from 1930-1981. 


Monday, March 19, 2012

Living in Sin (by Adrienne Rich)

"She had thought the studio would keep itself;
no dust upon the furniture of love.
Half heresy, to wish the taps less vocal,
the panes relieved of grime. A plate of pears,
a piano with a Persian shawl, a cat
stalking the picturesque amusing mouse
had risen at his urging.
Not that at five each separate stair would writhe
under the milkman's tramp; that morning light
so coldly would delineate the scraps
of last night's cheese and three sepulchral bottles;
that on the kitchen shelf among the saucers
a pair of beetle-eyes would fix her own---
envoy from some village in the moldings . . .
Meanwhile, he, with a yawn,
sounded a dozen notes upon the keyboard,
declared it out of tune, shrugged at the mirror,
rubbed at his beard, went out for cigarettes;
while she, jeered by the minor demons,
pulled back the sheets and made the bed and found
a towel to dust the table-top,
and let the coffee-pot boil over on the stove.
By evening she was back in love again,
though not so wholly but throughout the night
she woke sometimes to feel the daylight coming
like a relentless milkman up the stairs" 

Alicia was analyzing this poem for her Lit. class today. I really like the implications of it and the woman's conviction (falling in and out of love with this man who is not her husband...the cycle in ordinary life.)

Sunday, March 18, 2012

Control

Today's sermon was on Acts 8: 9-25 and naming the root idols of our heart. The passage was about Simon the Sorcerer and his obsession with power. Martin used this to discuss 4 source idols that we worship. 

"18 When Simon saw that the Spirit was given at the laying on of the apostles’ hands, he offered them money 19 and said, “Give me also this ability so that everyone on whom I lay my hands may receive the Holy Spirit. 20 Peter answered: “May your money perish with you, because you thought you could buy the gift of God with money! 21 You have no part or share in this ministry, because your heart is not right before God. 22 Repent of this wickedness and pray to the Lord in the hope that he may forgive you for having such a thought in your heart. 23 For I see that you are full of bitterness and captive to sin.”

Jesus requires exclusive worship. He alone is KING. But we all have our idols.
1. Power
2. Control
3. Approval
4. Comfort
My idol is most definitely control. The "polishing your halo before you read your Bible" kind of control that I desire over perfection. But you know what, I am NOT God. It might sound silly, but I forget that almost every day. Because my idol is control, I have the tendency to make others feel condemned around me. Which I totally saw this semester when someone told me that I was too deep and too spiritual. While I disagree with the person, I understand that their claim has legitimacy because I was probably unintentionally condemning them with my "better" works. So, I will endeavor to be more encouraging and praising so that my control does not condemn. 1John 5:21 says, "Dear children, keep yourselves from idols." We must shine light on our idols and JESUS will scatter the darkness.
Here's the projects: dig deep. get specific. (because the Gospel gives you permission) and name your idol.
Here's the promise: Jesus says that there is no deep place that He is not still deeper. He goes with us. When we reach the bottom, He is there saying, "I love you. I forgive you. My resurrection is your destiny." 

So, here's the song I listen to when I slip into controlling. I use it as a prayer to God, when my words are not enough.

For some of my friends and loved ones who have shared with me the idols they are naming, here are some songs I think you might find encouraging or helpful. Approval.



Saturday, March 17, 2012

Friday Night DTM

Island Banana froyo, strawberries, blackberries, coconut,
granola, and a lot of drizzled honey. MMMM Sweet Cece's!
Our yogurt kind of fit our personalities. From mine at the bottom clockwise is Dorothy (kiwi, and a TON of gummy bears), Katie (3 types of froyo: irish mint, pomegranate-raspberry sorbet, and vanilla), Charis (sprinkles and oreos, vanilla), SarahBeth (chocolate syrup and reeses pieces). Katie made the observation about them fitting us all individually and I was so happy to hear that. Having been struggling with likes, dislikes, and personality a lot this year, I looked down at my froyo and realized that no one else's looked quite as appetizing as the one I had made for myself. It was great!
The Walnut Street walking bridge is gorgeous at sunset.
I will never tire of its length or wood or view, or drunk people.
Oh, the Hunter. I can't wait to go to Formal in its halls.
We walked from the bridge down 1st street to the water steps, but they were turned off. However, since I had last walked this street, the sculpture garden had changed. This was my favorite. You can learn more about it here. It is called Gesture by Cliff Tresner and is made of corten steel.

Friday, March 16, 2012

Great Hall Scavenging and Commons Smoothies

Jungle has a blender. So...breakfast now has options.
My smoothie preparation this morning was as follows:
1. Fill a Styrofoam cup with pineapples, peaches.
2. Fill with rest of the space with milk (2% is thicker).
3. Sneak out a banana in your purse.
4. Use the ice from the freezer. Refill the ice trays!!
5. Pulverize.
6. Enjoy (from my Minnie Mouse Tervis).
Voila!

Apparently there is this new craze of orange eating getting quite a following of Founder's women. I was going to attempt it this morning but there were no oranges. However, at lunch I snagged one and may or may not just take a second shower.
-Get ready for your shower, use towel as a wrap.
-Peel orange and throw away peel in the trash can.
-Get in and turn on shower. Commence eating the orange like an apple. Bite into it whole!
-I'm not sure what temperature I should shower and eat with, but I like the idea of freely splurting orange juice everywhere and not remaining eternally sticky. If it's anything like eating an apple in the rain, I am going to be in Heaven.


Taking every step in obedience...

The day didn't start off so well. I was exhausted and it was muggy and I almost fell asleep in class. Then I didn't get the news I wanted in an important meeting and I was sour, stressed about an art project, and feeling really unmotivated.
But God answers prayers.
I had a fantastic lunch with Mackenzie (which needs to happen much more often).
I turned in a 13 page paper.
I spent a good hour outside with my friends, painting my nails, laying on a blanket, finding out what tarp surfing is, lol, and enjoying some sunshine. Then I ate a quick dinner and headed to Missy's to babysit. The girls played songs on the hammered dulcimer for me. Birch was a goofball and wore his Darth Vader costume. Madrone ate all his food and only cried a little.
Then I got the older kids to be and sat in the rocking chair, rocking Mo and singing a lullaby that I made up each verse. I sang about him being a child of God, I sang about thanksgiving, and my lullaby to that sweet, snoring baby boy, became a prayer, which made me feel small AND big at the same time.
Driving back up the mountain I went pretty slow because I was watching heat lightning illuminate the sky, with no rain, just beauty. I parked in Shadowlands and walked back to Founders in a wind tunnel with cherry blossom petals flurrying around me. The stray dog that I like walked with me from the apartments to Scotland Yard and I knew that he was from God to comfort me. I then passed him off as a group of girls passed me going the other way. We can take the comfort God gives us and be healed, and then pass it on to others! How grand!
Then I spent a good 2 1/2 hours in the library researching and drinking coffee and talking to Alicia about housing.
God provides. Everything (good and bad in our eyes) He makes is beautiful. He makes beautiful things OUT OF THE DUST.
Also, we got our shirts today. Ashley designed them! :)

David Lafayette Snodgrass: A Life Story

For Intro to History I was tasked with going to Forest Hills Cemetery (which is huge) and picking a random gravestone and name to write a complete biographical sketch on. After 5 hours spent in the local library with microfilms and dusty records, a few hours online, and 3 hours of writing, I have finally finished. And I must just say that this has been one of the most rewarding projects of my life. I have been reaffirmed and comforted and excited in my choice to be a History major. So without further ado, the life of David L. Snodgrass as researched and compiled by Samantha Moreland:

David Lafayette Snodgrass (1851-1917)

            Thomas Snodgrass married Elizabeth (Eliza) Jane Evans on July 8th 1847 in White County, TN. Thomas was 25 and Eliza was 14 years old. Three years later they had their first child, Sevier (named after Eliza’s father). The year after that David Lafayette Snodgrass was born unto them. David would eventually have a total of 10 siblings. Thomas was a legal representative before the Civil War broke out and remained a Union sympathizer even though he and his new family lived in Sparta, Tennessee throughout the war. His brother was a captain in the Confederate army and Thomas operated a large cotton factory, practiced law and medicine, and sold goods in the town of Sparta. Thomas liberated the slaves he owned and was a supporter of ending slavery. Eliza was the daughter of Colonel Sevier Evans who fought in the War of 1812. Their family was well known and wealthy. They continued having children and eventually had eleven. After Sevier and David there were, NV (born 1853), Mary (born 1855), William (born 1857), Martha (born 1859), Susan (born 1861, the year Tennessee seceded), Edward (born 1865, the year Robert E. Lee surrendered at Appomattox), Annie (born 1868), Thomas (born 1870), and James (born 1873). The 1880 census shows that their family was wealthy because it lists a widowed servant, Susan Hassler, and her 2 year old son. Eliza did not work, but kept house.
            David grew up in Sparta with his family and was 10 years old at the start of the Civil War. At the age of 13 the Battle of Dug Hill was fought just 10 miles from his Sparta home. His father was well known and intelligent, a doctor and legislature, and so it is only nature that David would follow in his footsteps. In 1870 he was a law student living at home, most likely attending an academic academy in Sparta, and then traveling to the University of Tennessee. The census listed his father’s personal estate value at $1500, his mother’s at $800, and David and Sevier’s at $600 each. He passed the bar exam in 1872, at the age of 21. At age 23 he married Eleanora Defrees (age 25) in White County on October 6, 1874. Eleanora had been previously married to Edwin A Defrees (married November 11, 1869). Their first son, James, was born four years later in 1878. This same year David’s family moved from Sparta, TN to Crossville, TN. In 1879 David ran and was elected as a White County representative in the state legislature on a “low tax” democratic platform. A.S. Marks was the governor of Tennessee at the time. This year of great joy was rattled by the tragedy of his sister, Susan, dying at the early age of 18. The next year, 1880, he was re-elected as a representative and his first daughter, Annie, was born; her brother James was 7 years old at the time.
            In 1883 his political career leapt to new heights when David was appointed by the Supreme Court of Tennessee to membership in the newly created court of referees. He served on the Commission of Referees from 1883 to 1885. In 1886 David was elected to the Supreme Court. This same year, on November 18, his wife Eleanora dies at the age of 36. She is buried in Forest Hills Cemetery, Chattanooga, TN.
            On March 4, 1889, David Snodgrass marries Miss Blanche Fouche in Jackson in Madison County. Blanche’s nickname was Bonnie and when she married David she was 25 and he was 38. Blanche was born in Grantville Georgia on September 20, 1864. She was the daughter of Morton Fouche and Adolpha  Pratt and had French ancestry. In 1890 they had a daughter and named her Dorthea. Another daughter named Blanche followed in 1891. In 1894, David was elected as the Chief Justice of the Supreme Court of Tennessee. In 1895 he made local newspapers after being involved in a violent act against an attorney in an office in the Times building. On December 16th in the law offices of Brown and Spurlock in Chattanooga, Chief Justice Snodgrass came calling and was met by Colonel John R. Beasley. Beasley had written an article in the Chattanooga Times about the Chief Justice in a bad light and Chief Justice Snodgrass accused him of lying. According to witnesses and the papers published at the time, Col. Beasley reached toward his gun, and David shot twice with his own pistol. David’s second shot grazed Beasley’s left arm and wounded him. Snodgrass was charged and served with a warrant. He was released after being found not armed (he had disposed of the gun) and Beasley was treated by doctors. In 1896 David L. Snodgrass, Jr. was born. In 1898, Blanche’s father, Morton Fouche dies.
            The 1900 United States census records Blanche and David as having been married for 11 years, and that Annie (age 20), James (age 18), Dorthea (age 10), and Blanche (age 9) live in the household. In 1900, David was an unsuccessful candidate for the United States Senate. He served as the Chief Justice until 1902. After retiring, David opened a law firm with his friend T.C. Latimore. They practiced law together because it was their lifelong interest and passion. In 1909 David was a circuit clerk at a courthouse. The last statement on a civil case that David made was about the Leo Frank case. Leo Frank was a white Jewish man convicted of murdering 13 year old Mary Phagan. He was put in prison but a mob stormed the prison and lynched him. In Marietta, GA on August 17, 1915 he was lynched. David Snodgrass predicted that a mob would murder him for his heinous crime and he was right.
            David Lafayette Snodgrass died at age 66 on October 11, 1917 after a 6 year illness. He died in his son, David Jr.’s, home on East 4th street at midnight. It made the headlines of page 3 in the Times on the 11th and was a great tragedy in the city of Chattanooga. His obituary said of him that he had an “alert mind and positive character.” The funeral was officiated by Dr. Bachman. His 6 children are listed as survivors (D.L. Jr., James H, Mrs. T.O. Trotter, Mrs. W.H. Dewitt, Mrs. Oscar Spears – Blanche, and Mrs. Dorthea Townsend). David was buried in Forest Hills Cemetery next to his first wife, Eleanora. His tombstone reads, “SNODGRASS / David L. Snodgrass 1851-1917 / Wife Eleanora 1849 – 1886). He was survived by his wife, Blanche. Blanche would live until she was 79, and die at her home of 55 years on January 14, 1944. Blanche was survived by two grandsons that were both United States Army Retired. Her funeral was private and family only, and she laid to rest in the family mausoleum with her father and mother at Forest Hills Cemetery, Chattanooga, TN.  

Wednesday, March 14, 2012

80 degrees on the mountain.

Button down shirts and shorts. Sunshine weather and prickley winter legs. Sweet smelling cut grass. Sneezes. Tight muscles that pull under skin from pilates. Reaffirming and rejuvenating grace, glory, and love. Simple days. Lunches that linger long, outside. Spinach salads with mushrooms. Summer soundtracks. Little children singing. Gratefulness. Patience and perseverance.

Monday, March 12, 2012

Northern Elegance.

Over spring break I took some time to go see my pop-pop (look at the interview he did!) and spend some time with him. He is a WW2 and Korea USAFRet. vet and recipient of both a purple heart and a distinguished flying cross. He flew in the Pacific theater during WW2 in B-24 bombers and his plane was called the Dual Sack. I love spending time with him. He lives in an assisted living community now so he doesn't get out that often and I can't visit him that much. But this break I got to take him to dinner. Dressed in a deep blue dress with black heels, a big chunky black bead necklace, and Essie "school of hard rocks" nail polish that I got for $3 on clearance(!)
The Bayard House as painted by Carol Mangano
 We decided to go to the Bayard House, which my family used to be in business with and where my mom waitressed as a teenager. (I think it's also considered the oldest building in the town.) It's on the shore of the Chesapeake Bay in historic Chesapeake City. Right next to it is my great grandpa's old fishing shack that has been turned into a quaint B&B (this is where I want to/ am going to spend my wedding night!!! The Olde Wharf Cottage) It even sports a little plaque that says "Herbert S. Bean." I drove my grandma's Lincoln because Mags was in GA with Robert. All dolled up and driving that car to an expensive town I felt so grown up and proud. The evening was warm and beautiful. As we sat in the bay window room the water drifted past the restaurant swiftly. I could see the bridge and the tugboats docked across the waters. The sky was clear and got all mauve and deep as the night spread across it. I was content to drink tea (unsweetened which I then sweetened a ton, one thing the South has taught me....) and watch 2 black labs play on the small patch of sand by the B&B. Pop-Pop ordered a vodka martini and I let him have his way despite it probably not being the healthiest decision.
The Bayard House and Hole in the Wall Bar and Lounge
Old Wharf Cottage
The conversations that ensued bordered on scandalous and silly. He thinks he's still the object of all women's affection at 90 years old. Our waiter, Tom, was a bit of a brown noser (but I forgave this fact because I wanted to be in the "gang"). Everyone at the Bayard House knows Major Bean. He's a self-mad celebrity. We waited for what seemed like forever to my rumbling stomach for the appropriate time to order. Before then I ate all the small 8 pieces of bread and parmesan garlic spread brought out by Tom. I didn't even feel guilty because I knew what the bill would be, and I was taking advantage of the good food. For dinner I ordered the Scottish Salmon (with orzo and asparagus in this delicious cream and dill sauce). Pop-Pop picked at some filet mignon and a crab cake preferring to "drink on an empty stomach." We were there about an hour when his friend USN Capt. Louis Morris showed up with his girlfriend Diane and Lana duPont Wright. We moved tables to be with them and at first I think Diane thought I was some young girl Pop-pop was taking out and flirting with. I quickly introduced myself as his granddaughter. Though we were in a really nice restaurant, they had on sweats and I at once felt overdressed. But, these were Northern aristocrats, whose families were well known. Lana is the daughter of the late Allaire duPont, of the illustrious family of industry and money. I tapped Tom on the shoulder and whispered a request for a cup of coffee. Feeling incredibly adult and elegant I sipped the best coffee I've ever had from a small teacup. As dinner concluded, getting my tipsy and talkative grandpa to understand how to pay was a challenge. We drove home and he talked the whole way about how great of a night it was.
The differences between North and South (especially with the elderly and rich families with legacy) are very noticeable to me now that I have lived for a while in both places. I read a book for history class this week called Confederates in the Attic and it also affirmed the strong differences still existing between the states. I love Delaware and Maryland, as well as I love Georgia and Tennessee, but subtly my cultural norms are being changed and molded. What an interesting test of self!