Saturday, March 9, 2024

Scrapbook Saturday

Our second word for AYM (February) is "HAPPY." I think everyone is getting the hang of using one word to find photos that are connected with it. 

Here is my layout--I added to the title with: "My Default Setting is...HAPPY" I wrote a little bit about being happy.

I had three pictures that I wanted to tell the story about this month. The rest just have a little strip journaling telling about the photos. On this layout, I narrowed down my choices to 22 pictures.

This is Susan's layout. I'm really enjoying seeing the different approaches to the titles. 
She used 13 pictures this month. 

Jeanne's layout.
She opted to use fewer photos. That's the thing I love about this project---you can do anything you want.

Pam's layout:
It was so funny that several of the girls had the exact same paper that has "happy" all over it. How perfect? Just goes to show that we don't need to buy anything--we already have it all. I might even have this paper too, but didn't think to look in my birthday box.

This is Janet's layout. 
I was happy to see that she added a bit of journaling in a flip-up.

Here's Nancy's layout. 
 l love the stitching she added to her title box--she used the song "if you're happy and you know it"--which was a clever idea.

Karolyn's layout.

Our word for March is "snow"--I'll share those layouts next Saturday.

On our retreat, we had a couple of "round robins." That's when we trade pictures and do a layout for someone else.
I did this one for Pam. Her aunt's 80th birthday--she loved to party.

Pam did this layout for me.

Nancy did this layout for Karolyn.










Scrapbook Saturday

On our scrapbook retreat, I did quite a few Christmas layouts.

This is a close-up of the round pocket I made for the journaling. I'm pretty proud that I was able to get the stitching pretty evenly on a circle.

This layout is about our Christmas at Sandy's. It covers a little of everything from lunch at Copelands, their beautifully decorated house, my beauty makeover by Elizabeth at her school--Paul Mitchell, posing in our pajamas and the beautiful table that Sandy always sets for our delicious crab dinner.

"Party like it's 1990"--random pictures from the 90's. 

"Ornament Exchange 2012"--we've been doing this ornament exchange since 1995---heading to 30 years. We have three generations now. I haven't done the layout for this year yet. 

These are all the Christmas movies I watched this holiday season. The book Sandy gave me--in the center of the right page--prompted me to start at the beginning and watch some I've never even heard of before. Under the book is the journaling about how I didn't watch any Christmas movies in 2022, so I made a point to watch more this year.









Thursday, March 7, 2024

Something Interesting

I just learned about this and decided that I wanted to share with all of my family and Nashville friends. 

Did you know that there is a connection between Jack Daniels and St. Louis? Well, check this out (kinda' long, but interesting):

Jack Daniels whiskey was a regional brand, seldom seen outside Tennessee. But events in St. Louis would place it on the national stage, in more ways than one. No one knows for sure how it came to be called "Old No. 7". Some claim it was from their government registration number, but one who was present at the time claimed that when Daniel decided to enter the competition at the St Louis World's Fair, he sampled the whiskey from seven different barrels. Thinking the last one tasted the best, it was "Old No. 7" that went to St Louis, & took home the Gold Medal. 



With his health beginning to fail, & having no children of his own, Jack Daniel turned the distillery over to two of his nephews, Lemuel Motlow & Richard Daniel in the Fall of 1907. Motlow, who had been the firm's bookkeeper, then purchased his cousins shares for $500, & became the sole owner.


Moore County, Tennessee, where the Lynchburg distillery was located, voted to go "dry" in 1909, & on the same ballot, the entire state voted to follow suit, beginning the following year. With the State of Tennessee outlawing the manufacture of liquor, the Jack Daniel's Distillery was moved to St Louis. Another, smaller facility was opened in Birmingham, Alabama, but they would only be open a short time, before that state also outlawed alcohol. 


The St Louis operation, on the South side of Duncan Avenue, just East of Sarah, was purchased from the Wabash Railroad for $20,000. It had previously been the Rock Springs Distillery, which was absorbed by the Whiskey Trust in 1900. Within a month, they were selling the used grain, known as distillery slop, as hog & cattle feed.


In June 1911, an arsonist set fires in the West End on three successive nights, with the third destroying the distillery building. Several hundred head of cattle, kept on site & being fattened up for market, were saved, but 2,000 barrels of whiskey sent flames hundreds of feet into the night sky, drawing what was estimated to be 1000 motorists to the area to watch the blaze. A new distillery was erected in 1915.


With the onset of nationwide Prohibition in 1920, the distillery continued operation, on a medicinal-use license, selling to drug stores at a reduced price. But costing more to produce than he could sell it for, he was losing money on each transaction. One night in December 1922, 10 men, believed to be Egan's Rats, knocked out the watchman, & made off with 16 barrels & 115 cases of whiskey. An amount that the distillery would sell for $25,000 was worth six times that much to bootleggers. To make matters worse, they were a bottled-in-bond distillery. Under the Bottled-in-Bond Act of 1897, the government assured that what was in the bottle was exactly what it said on the label. In addition, taxes would be paid on the product when it left the warehouse. And to the Internal Revenue, it didn't matter if it was sold or stolen, taxes had to be paid when it went out the door. Adding insult to injury, the distillery not only lost the whiskey, but they had to pay taxes on it. Lem Motlow began looking to sell the business.


George Remus was born in Berlin, & as a young boy, came to Chicago with his parents. At 14, he went to work in his Uncle's drug store. Putting himself through school, at 19 he was a certified pharmacist, & two years later, he bought his Uncle's business. Purchasing an additional store, he then went to law school. After Prohibition began, he started seeing his friends & associates become extremely wealthy. Combining the skills of a druggist with the ability to see legal loopholes, he began buying distilleries with a medicinal-use license, at rock-bottom prices. His employees would then hijack their own shipments, which he would then sell to bootleggers. Within three years, it's estimated he had made over $40 million. Hosting lavish parties, upon departure each male guest would be given a diamond stickpin. Each female guest received a new Pontiac automobile. 


On June 26, 1923, Remus & his associates purchased the Jack Daniels Distillery for $115,000. This included the building on Duncan Avenue, & more than 40,000 gallons of whiskey. A straw-buyer was used, since Remus had recently been convicted in the US District Court in Cincinnati, & being

sentenced to a Federal Prison, the deal would have never gone through had his identity been known. In August, less than two months after taking over, the whiskey was siphoned off, & the barrels filled with water. When the theft was discovered, dozens were arrested. With George Remus having been the government's star witness, when verdicts were rendered in December 1925, 23 had been convicted, including a handful of prominent St Louis politicians. Given time to get their personal affairs in order before heading to Leavenworth, the group was allowed to rent their own Pullman train car, & a crowd of thousands cheered them as their train pulled into St Louis Union Station.


The government also prosecuted Lem Motlow, claiming he should have seen the warning signs that the distillery sale wasn't legitimate. In town to answer those charges, Motlow would later get drunk, & boarding a Louisville & Nashville train to return home to Tennessee without a ticket, he created a commotion, singing, & refusing to take his seat. A black porter, Ed Wallis, told him that such conduct wasn't allowed on the train. Asserting that he wasn't going to take any back talk from a Negro, Motlow began chasing Wallis down the aisle. Clarence Pullis, a white conductor entered the car, & getting between the two men, instructed Motlow to sit down, & when he refused, Pullis pushed him into a seat. Standing again, he was pushed back into the seat by Wallis. Motlow pulled a revolver from his coat pocket, & attempting to shoot Wallis, fired into the abdomen of the white conductor. The train was already underway, & by all accounts, in the tunnel leading to the Eads Bridge when the shooting occurred. Crossing the river, the train stopped, Pullis was taken to the hospital, & Motlow arrested & questioned. Police reports indicated that Motlow was clearly drunk, & during questioning, said that he was too drunk to remember what had happened. Pullis would die in the hospital from his gunshot wound, & due to the location of events, each state would claim jurisdiction. 


Opening in St Louis Circuit Court in December 1924, it was one of the most blatantly racist trials the city has ever seen. Motlow's seven high-priced lawyers were assisted by a slew of prominent character witnesses, which included Tennessee Governor Austin Peay, for whom a College has since been named. Motlow, now claiming that he wasn't drunk, testified that he had been strangled by the Negro  porter, & then struck by both his fist & a stick, & he was only responding in self-defense. Turning it into a case of "who do you believe", the jury returned a verdict of not guilty.

The last tie between St Louis & Jack Daniels was the distillery building. Its final tenant was Berger Foods, the last pickle factory in St Louis. Torn down, the IKEA was recently built on the site.


Wednesday, March 6, 2024

What I Didn't Buy Wednesday

My BFF, Connie gave me these Madame Alexander dolls of Queen Elizabeth and Prince Phillip. She has an extensive doll collection. Due to my love of all things royal, I admired these years ago when she first got them. She decided to surprise me with them for my birthday. I have them on display in my scrapbook room.

That royal cape! I'm thrilled to have them! 

My friends and I are always talking about how our children---all adults now---don't want our stuff. Just today, Pam was talking about her dad's naval uniform which is one of her prize possessions, but her girls don't want it. It's kind of sad, but the truth is, young people go for an uncluttered, clean look. They don't seem to be sentimental about anything. That seems to be a pervasive attitude as the "things" we valued no longer have much value. I learned this lesson many years ago when I tried to sell some Lennox vases on Ebay. It wasn't worth the hassle. I sold about 5 of them. The selling price was equal to, or lower than the cost of the darn shipping---around 6 bucks apiece. Certainly not worth the trouble of boxing them up. It's sad, but it's just how it is. 

I have figured out a way to get rid of the teapots in my collection--not that I have that many--but my girls don't really want them either. I'm inviting the grands of my friends over for tea and then letting them have a teapot to take home. Okay, I've only done it once, but I plan to do it again!




Tuesday, March 5, 2024

Travel Tuesday

Of course I'm going to post pictures from our annual ski trip with the grands in Breckenridge, CO. 
From the left: Morgan, Olly, Grandpa, Jordan, Robbie and Mitchell.
All the "kids."
Morgan--I can recognize her from her purple jacket. I think it's Olly and then Robbie.
View from the hot tub.
From left: Robbie, Jordan, Morgan & Olly. 
Morgan and grandpa.
Mitchell.
This is the first year that the "kids" used the hot tub. Morgan and Jordan.

We had a great time as usual. Skiing is pretty tiring, but there's alway time for a game or two. They introduced me to a new and fun dice game called Qwixx. We played it several times. I'll be putting it on my Christmas list.

We were supposed to leave on Sunday, but the weather was going to be precarious. So, on Saturday morning Butch made the decision that we would leave that afternoon after everyone got one last full day of skiing. We wanted to get back to Denver and avoid the 6"-12" of snow predicted overnight. Other people had the same idea. As a result, it took us an extra hour to get to Denver. 

On our last night, the "kids" take us to dinner as a "thank you" for taking them. They were able to pivot to a really nice Italian restaurant in Denver. The food was sooo good. We had a little of everything: brussell sprouts with pecans, meatballs and roasted red pepper bruschetta for appetizers. Morgan and I shared a salad with pears, cheese and oranges with a champagne vinaigrette dressing along with spinach, mushroom and cheese ravioli in a delicious cream sauce. 

We all got a good night's sleep---well except for Olly and Morgan. They were able to change their flight which got them home 6 hours earlier--so they left the hotel around 4:15 a.m. The rest of us had breakfast at Denny's before heading to the airport. We got home about 5:30.

As much fun as it was, I'm ready for a travel break. In fact, Butch and I were going to go to the beach today. We just decided that we'd stay home instead. We're both fine with that decision. So, there won't be much "travel Tuesday" going on for at least another week, when I'll be heading to NYC with the girls. 

For now, it feels good to be home.



Sunday, March 3, 2024

Something for Sunday

By the Numbers for February:

Movies seen this month: 6
    Only two of them were 5 stars: One Love and Argyle
   We left after about 45 minutes in to Zone of Interest (it was in German, so you had        
           to read the subtitles. We didn't really know what was going on--and it's up for 
           Best Picture!) 
    We also left halfway through Poor Things--another one that's up for Best Picture-
            -too weird for us--kind of on the "sick" side.

Books read:  10
    6 of them were 5 stars: 
        Just Try and Stop Me by Gregg Olsen--currently my favorite thriller author.
        The Road, by Cormac McCarthy--really good about after the apocalypse.
        The Berry Pickers, by Amanda Peters--about a child abduction.
        The Co-worker, by Frieda McFadden--another thriller recommended by my       
                 cousin, Chrissy
        Paris: the Memoir, this was an audio book read by her and so interesting. I   
                didn't really know anything about her and have never really been all that 
                interested. I really liked it.
        The Dutch House, by Ann Patchett, read by Tom Hanks. I actually already read
                 the book for book club a couple years ago. I decided to listen to it since I heard 
                Tom Hanks read it. It was so so good---he acted the book!

Last month Deb asked how I read nine books a month. Well, since I started "reading/listening" to audio books that are memoirs read by the author, I can do two books at a time. I do the audio books while I'm out walking and while playing my video game before bed. Prior to the audio books, my average was 6 books a month. It's not a contest or anything. I just have an obsession about keeping track of things.

Things I've Watched this Month: 8
    Only 5 were worth watching: 
        Netflix: 
            Beckham--documentary--even if you don't follow or know anything about            
              soccer. Loved it.
            American Nightmare--documentary--you'll remember this story.  
                Unbelievable.
            Who is Erin Carter--mini series with lots of twists.
            The Greatest Night in Pop--documentary of the making of We are the World. 
               So interesting. I loved it.
        Paramount Plus:
         The Fire that Took Her--documentary about a woman burned by her    
            boyfriend.

Scrapbook Pages Completed: 19
    13 of these were done on our retreat. 

Okay, that's it for February.