Early evening on the first Sunday in November, we headed to Upper Darby’s historic Tower Theater. The purpose of our visit was to go to the Van Gogh Immersive Experience. We had booked tickets in the Spring hoping we would feel confident enough to attend an indoor event safely. We took the chance and crossed our fingers because Van Gogh is our 16 year old’s favourite artist and the Experience was coming to the Philly area around the time of his birthday.
The first half of the Experience was engaging and interesting. There were three-dimensional objects on which projected images were moving, replicas of Van Gogh’s works, and well-curated information boards. I actually learned a couple of things about Van Gogh that I had not previously known – that he was very possibly colour blind and that the reds in his paintings have disappeared over time because of the degrading of the particular pigment he used. Had this section been the sum total of the Experience, however, I would have been disappointed. It was an attractive and appealing way to present information but would not have justified the ticket price.
The second half of the Experience, however, was utterly mesmerizing. A large room had images being projected on all four walls and on the floor. The changing images told the story of Van Gogh’s life as an artist, conveyed something of his emotional and mental state, and showcased the imagery of his paintings. I thought the almond blossom section was especially aesthetically pleasing while the crows in the wheatfield were emotionally stirring and the Starry Night was evocative.
My husband and two youngest sons plonked themselves in deckchairs and enjoyed the entire show from that vantage point. Our 16 year old loves the movie ‘At Eternity’s Gate’ so he popped in his earbuds and listened to the soundtrack of that film throughout his visit – though there was a lovely soundtrack accompanying the imagery. He was definitely into the “immersive” aspect of our time there. He most certainly did not appreciate me breaking into his bubble to take his photo or talk to him. Meanwhile I chose to wander around and see what things looked like from different perspectives in the room. I also enjoyed looking around the room and seeing the sunflowers and crabs and branches being projected onto the floor flitting across all of the other visitors.
There was an option to extend the “immersion” by doing a virtual reality activity. There was an extra cost involved but it was not too steep. The boys were not keen enough on the idea, however, to want to queue up for a turn plus we were all getting hungry so we did not opt into that. We really enjoyed the Van Gogh Immersive Experience. This type of event was a first for me and I would certainly be keen to visit others with a similar approach. It’s just a different way of engaging in a subject.
We have had an incredibly busy couple of months so this is going to be a bit of a “catch up” blog post that jumps from subject to subject.
My oldest son moved to Rochester, New York, in the middle of August in order to attend college and then the other boys went back to school on 1 September. This was their first time attending in-person school since March 2020. After 18 months of virtual learning and only seeing teachers through screens, they were very much looking forward to a more normal school year. However, not long after they got home on that first day, our community was hit by a tornado. Some neighbourhoods were devastated and community buildings, including the High School, sustained damage. My two High School aged sons, therefore, had to pivot back to a few weeks of virtual school again. As deflating as that setback was, we were very thankful to have not personally endured any lasting damage to our property.
In October, my in-laws came to visit. Having not seen their grandsons for almost two years, they decided to risk travel and international flights. Their visit inspired us to return to some seasonal family traditions we had skipped last year because of the pandemic. The first of these was apple picking. We went a bit crazy picking a variety of apples. Over a month later and I we are still eating those same apples and I am still baking apple cobblers for dessert. I never thought I would get sick of apples but …
Our second son turned 16 in early October. What he wanted to do was take his two best friends to Shady Brook Farm to hang out and eat fair food. We all went together and then we set him and his friends loose to do whatever they wanted while we did the visited the Halloween themed barns, found our way around the corn maze, and visited the pumpkin patch. Mr Pict and our youngest son even took a ride in the monster truck hearse.
My in-laws wanted some time at the shore while they were in the US so they rented a beach property in Lewes, Delaware, for a week. We went down to stay with them for the weekend and properly explore Lewes, having only dipped in there before. We took a wander around the historic town centre. I enjoyed seeing all of the vintage architecture. Even my kids enjoyed seeing a cannonball from the War of 1812 still lodged in the side of the building that now serves as the town’s maritime museum. We took a stroll past the lightship Overfalls and played draughts (checkers) on the waterfront. I also managed to meet up with a friend who moved to Lewes over the Summer.
My in-laws celebrated their Golden Wedding Anniversary at the end of their visit with us. We went for an elegant and delicious brunch at the William Penn Inn.
Finally, in the last weekend of October, we took a flying visit up to Rochester to visit our oldest son. He had attended the open day on his own – the weekend before we went into lockdown in 2020 – and my husband had dropped him off in August so this was actually my first time visiting the RIT campus. Our son took us on a tour of the campus and to his dorm room. He is actually sharing with one of his best friends from High School so that worked out perfectly. He seems very happy and settled there and it was reassuring for me to see with my own eyes how comfortable and confident he is and how successfully he is managing everything.
It was cold and rainy while we were in Rochester so, in search of something indoors to do, we went to the Strong Play Museum. It was a terrific museum focused on the history of games and my kids would have had an absolute blast there when they were younger. There were lots of interactive exhibits, indoor playgrounds, and even a miniature supermarket. With our kids all being much older than the target demographic, we spent most of our time on the upper floor which was focused on board games and video and computer games. We are a big board gaming family with an extensive collection and Mr Pict and the boys all love computer games so we all found it pretty engaging. It is always amusing and mildly disconcerting to see things from our own childhoods now being curated in museums as vintage and classic items and there were abundant cases of that in this museum.
It was so lovely to have all six of us together again and the perfect way to round out a very busy couple of months. I am now looking forward to things slowing down and getting quieter for the remainder of the year.
A friend who owns a second home in the Poconos thoughtfully offered us the opportunity to spend a day or two at her property. We gratefully accepted her offer partly because we thought we could all benefit from a mini-break and also because we normally only take day trips to the Poconos so it meant we would have longer to explore. Furthermore, I have also wanted to visit the Delaware Water Gap since we moved here (I cannot even recollect precisely why) and having my friend’s house as a base presented us with the chance to go that bit further afield and spend an entire day poking around in that area, which is governed by the National Park Service.
On our first day, we decided to focus on relaxation and quality family time. We spent time in the house together – playing card games, watching shark documentaries – and we walked to a nearby lake to spend some time there. We had planned on going swimming but it was a little bit too chilly at that time of day even for paddling so we just enjoyed the scenery, people watching, ice cream, and playing more card games. After dinner on the shore of another lake, however, it was time to head out and go for a hike.
My husband and I visited Hawk Falls several years ago now but we have never managed to take the boys there because the parking situation has always been horrendously swamped. Because we had the ability to hike in the early evening this time, however, we found a parking spot with ease and headed to the falls. It’s a relatively easy hike to the falls – though a little steep for a stretch on the return – and I like the way the path winds through the woods and across streams. I just really like being in the woods.
There are definitely more impressive waterfalls but Hawk Falls are pleasing enough. Running water is always lovely, right? Except in relation to natural disasters or domestic pipe failures, of course. While we had met other visitors on the path, by the time we reached the falls, we had the whole place to ourselves. It was really peaceful. The boys had fun leaping around on the rocks. The 15 year old even scaled the rock wall on the opposite bank.
We had a leisurely start to the next day. We also decided to start with a big breakfast because we knew we would have few and far between (if any) opportunities to stop for a bite to eat for the rest of the day. Our 18 year old ordered a massive sandwich stacked full of any breakfast meat you can think of and slathered in sausage gravy. His digestive system is in training for that $27 a day college meal plan he had to sign up for.
I had devised an itinerary for our travels through the Delaware Water Gap and the first stop was my happy place: an old cemetery. Obviously I like to wander around in cemeteries regardless of any personal connection to the place but, on this occasion, my husband and kids actually have some relatives buried there. Only my 12 year old agreed to come and find the graves with me. Everyone else stayed in the car. You will observe from the accompanying photos that this became a common occurrence on this particular trip. My youngest son was my exploration buddy while the others opted in and mostly out of most itinerary items. Anyway, we found the two relevant Shellenberger graves with ease.
Next up on the itinerary was visiting the view points on the Pennsylvania side of the Delaware. Now I had conducted a decent amount of research on the Delaware Water Gap in order to draw up my itinerary so I was surprised and disappointed to discover that the view points were, quite frankly, totally duff. The first one we visited, we literally could not even glimpse a sliver of water through the trees and across the railroad tracks. What we could see was the interstate on the opposite side of the river and the sheer face of a small mountain. The same proved true of the other two view points we visited – though I did manage to see a patch of water from one of them. What I came to realise was that the National Park Service had taken photos of the views using either drones or cranes. Therefore, any human of normal height stood absolute zero chance of seeing the view, especially since there seemed to be no management of the foliage on the river banks.
After that failure, the kids were growing ever more cynical about the purpose and merits of the whole trip. I decided we should boost up the Pennsylvania side of the Delaware River and focus on all the bits and bobs on the New Jersey side I was hoping to see. Incidentally, all of the Visitor Centers and Ranger stations were closed and none of the historic buildings were open for visitors so it was just as well I had conducted all of my research in advance. What my research did not tell me was just how arduous navigating the roads was going to be.
The first stops were all fine as they were within the boundaries of still functioning towns. First there was the Foster-Armstrong House (usually open the public but not recently) which was a ferry-side tavern and inn for tired 19th Century travelers. Then there was the Minisink Dutch Reformed Church, the oldest church in the county and still going strong today. And there was the Nelden-Roberts Stonehouse.
After those three historic buildings, my itinerary took us onto the Old Mine Road. Well, this proved to be quite the challenge. The road dates from the 1600s but I had expected the surface to have been improved since then. I am obviously exaggerating but the surface was seriously bad. It was extremely crumbled, full of deep pot holes and eroded at the sides – and it was single track as it was for very long stretches – and just incredibly rickety. It got worse the further we ventured down the road and the more committed we were to just plunging onwards. It actually got to the point that Mr Pict and I were making mental note of routes for one of us hiking back off the road on foot and where the nearest lived in property was for phoning for help should the axel of the car break. I feel like we should have earned badges declaring “I survived the Old Mine Road”.
Anyway, first stop on the Old Mine Road was the Westbrook Bell House. While my oldest two sons trekked back along the road to a ruined barn my 15 year old wanted to photograph, my youngest son and I headed down a grass covered path through the woods in search of the house. It felt like a fairytale with maybe a witch’s house at the end of the trail. We soon reached the house, which is the oldest extant structure in the Delaware Water Gap, dating as it does from 1701. We were wandering around the exterior of the house and peering into barns that looked like they might collapse at any moment when I smelled and then spotted what looked to my non-expert eyes like pretty fresh bear poop. We, therefore, decided it might be a smart idea to skedaddle back through the woods to the car.
After another bone-jangling stretch of the Old Mine Road, we rejoined a proper road to visit what was once the village of Bevans. This rural hamlet has been transformed into the Peters Valley School of Craft so there were art and craft galleries and artisan workshops operating out of the old buildings.
Tempting as it was to stay on these proper roads, I was both determined (some might say foolishly) to see the other items on my itinerary and I was convinced (some might say foolishly) that the final stretch of Old Mine Road could not possibly be as bad as the stretch we had left behind. Yup. Foolish. If anything, it was worse because this stretch also involved uphill stretches. I swear I could hear our car wheezing. I think everyone was relieved when we reached the Van Campen Inn and could pull over the car and take a break from all the bumpy driving. I had spotted on one of the maps I had looked at that there was a cemetery for enslaved people in the vicinity of the inn so my youngest son and I set off trying to find it. We were wholly unsuccessful. I think mostly we were determined to try just to avoid getting back in the car for a while longer.
The Delaware View House was in a very sorry state. It had served as a hunting lodge and a hotel in its prime. Now it is clearly deteriorating rapidly. We very carefully walked around the wraparound porch before losing our nerve and getting ourselves back to solid ground.
The penultimate planned stop was at Millbrook Village. This is the site of a genuine settlement from the 1830s but the few remaining historic buildings have been expanded upon with reconstructed buildings that create the impression of what the village looked like in the 1870s. I think it would have been fun to visit at a time when visitors were permitted to enter buildings. This was probably the most engaged the boys were on the trip but they were fed up and jaded from all of the previous stops and from the nerve-shredding travels on that road so they were pretty resistant to finding anything of interest at that point.
The penultimate actual stop was at the request of my 15 year old. He has apparently inherited my love of dilapidated buildings so he wanted to take photographs of a barn that was falling apart at the seams. My 12 year old stood in the window of a gable end that had fallen, Buster Keaton style, while the 15 year old gave me palpitations by climbing over piles of planks in search of better camera angles.
We made one final pit stop in the Delaware Water Gap as one final attempt to see the Delaware. Kittatinny Point Overlook suggests being in an elevated position that provides a view out over the Delaware. Well nope. Not that we could find anyway. The best we could hope for was descending some stairs in order to be down on the shore. Unfortunately this spot was the end point for the scores of people who had rafted down the river so it was very busy and there were boats everywhere. Therefore, even that close to the water, it was nigh impossible to really take in let alone appreciate the view.
As you can no doubt tell, my trip to Delaware Water Gap was somewhat disappointing. I am sure it is a fantastic area to visit if one wants to interact with the water in some way but I don’t do water sports. I really wanted to engage with the history of the area and to take in the landscape. I believe, therefore, it was a case of too high expectations and a lack of delivery. The whole “view” point debacle really set the tone for the day. When Mr Pict gets hacked off on an excursion, things are really not going well. I happen to like old, abandoned, decaying buildings so I definitely got far more out of it than anyone else in the family but I cannot say that was worth the investment of time. The condition of the Old Mine Road was probably the nail in the coffin of the trip. It set our nerves on edge and meant there was too much focus on the function and mechanics of driving rather than taking in the surroundings. It also simply slowed us down and made a long day out even longer. I am glad I finally visited the Delaware Water Gap after years of wanting to do so but I don’t think I could recommend a visit there to anyone not wishing to float down the river and I don’t envisage a return visit.
Living in eastern Pennsylvania as we do, we are never too far from a Revolutionary War site. We are surrounded by the stuff. Despite that, I really don’t know as much as I ought to about the Revolution. It just doesn’t engage me as a subject so I really only retain the scratchiest general knowledge about it. This is not because I am British. Nope. I am totally on the side of the Americans. I am just really not into military history unless it intersects with some other genre of history that I am into. I only know as much as I do about the Civil War because I am married to a big Civil War nerd and learning osmosis happens.
Anyway, one of the local Revolutionary history sites we had not visited in the almost 8 years since moving here was a pretty big one: Brandywine. It was the biggest battle of the War, with the most troops fighting and doing so continuously for 11 hours over 10 square miles. The battlefield is only open seasonally and on particular days so we have just never gotten around to making a plan to visit work. Mr Pict, however, was determined we should finally visit so we got our act together and went.
We started off at the Visitor Center where some friendly, chatty staff placed the battle within its wider context for us. Mr Pict also got deep into the weeds of a conversation with them about why the site doesn’t have National Park status. The rest of us scuttled off into the adjoining museum. Small as the museum was, the information boards were some of the clearest and most informative I have encountered. I was actually finally able to grasp the chronology of the conflicts that occurred in our region and why the American and British sides manoeuvred that they did. I always love a diorama and they had several. Meanwhile the 12 and 14 year olds entertained themselves in the dress up corner.
The rest of the trip was a driving tour. We could have hit up a couple of dozen points of interest along the route but nobody was really enthralled at that prospect so we kept to the highlights. We started at the house of Gideon Gilpin, a Quaker farmer. It was the property that Lafayette used as his quarters and where he returned after being shot in the leg during the battle. Incidentally Lafayette turned 20 days before Brandywine which kind of blows my mind. I personally just like old buildings so I enjoyed wandering around and looking at the shapes and the stonework. Near the house is a massive sycamore tree that is over 300 years old which means it was around during the battle. I kind of love that living connection to the past.
The next stop was the Benjamin Ring house that Washington used as his HQ. The interior was not yet open so we just skirted its exterior. I didn’t find it too interesting to look at. However, we got chatting to a volunteer guide who, while telling us that his hobby is making replicas of historic guns, revealed that he lives in the house that was the site of the last witch trial (more of an interrogation) in Pennsylvania. Obviously I had to steer the conversation in that direction. Much more interesting to me than battles and military leaders.
We went to find Jefferis Ford, which is the spot where the sneaky British forces managed to cross the river. American troops were defending all of the other fords along the river but, for some reason, neglected to protect Jefferis Ford. Quite the oops. Anyway, we cross the bridge that now spans that area and looked down at the dun brown water and then we went on a trek up hill and down dale trying to find a spot with decent sight lines where I could do a three point turn. So that was annoying.
The final stop was at the Birmingham Quaker Meetinghouse. This was the location of some ferocious fighting and fallen soliders from both sides are buried in a mass grave in the small walled cemetery that abuts the meetinghouse. As much as military history is not my thing, cemeteries very much are. After visiting the walled graveyard, I therefore wandered off into the adjoining larger cemetery. Most of the stones are very small and simple, since Quakers traditionally do not approve of ostentatious memorials. I went in search of the grave of artist NC Wyeth but really stood no chance of locating it since his family’s stone is a simple one set into the ground. Our kids were all out of tolerance for this parent-driven excursion as it was so were not up for entertaining my cemetery wanderings.
While the cemetery largely comprised standard grave markers, there were some very elaborate memorials. Just outside the gates were monuments to Lafayette and Casimir Pulaski, neither of whom is buried in Pennsylvania let alone that cemetery. Inside the cemetery, however, is a large monument containing a marble statue that really is quite at odds with the rest of the graves. It marks the plots of the family of John Gheen Taylor. Want to know why he got to break the rules? That would be because he was the cemetery president.
So that was our trip to Brandywine Battlefield. I don’t think I will feel the need to return but, surprisingly, I did actually learn something through my visit. Plus it is always nice to go for a wander somewhere new. Now I am actually keen to visit the Museum of the American Revolution so that I can put together some more of the details of the war. Because goodness knows I am not going to sit down to read a book about it or even watch a documentary. Once I feel ready to return to museums, that one is going to be high on my list.
I’m back! I finally have enough free time that I feel able to resume blogging – though it may continue to be very sporadic for a while because, like many people, I don’t have a lot of interest going on in my life given the whole pandemic context.
I thought I would write a bit of a catch-up post containing some of the things we have been up to this Spring. Most importantly, we have celebrated three birthdays. These are all, of course, the second birthdays being celebrated in this weird lockdown context. Yes, I appreciate we are technically no longer in strict lockdown but as a family we have chosen to behave largely as if we still are, taking mitigation efforts seriously. Mr Pict’s birthday last year was literally two days into lockdown so there was a lot of improvisation involved but we made it work. This year was much less stressful because we knew we were going to have to keep everything lowkey and also because the supermarket shelves weren’t empty like they were last year.
Two of the boys have also had their second pandemic birthdays. My third son turned 14. He is a massive Roman history nerd – he seriously knows more about Ancient Rome than anyone I know and I know a lot of Roman history nerds – and is also passionate about Soviet cinema, especially of the 1970s. Those themes, therefore, informed his gifts, one of which was a photo of his favourite Emperor, Trajan, which had even been signed. I am assuming Trajan won’t sue me for forgery.
And our oldest son turned 18. I know! We cannot believe it either. He is now technically an adult. That is somewhat nerve-wracking to think about and makes me feel even more ancient than usual but I am very excited to see what this next phase of his life has in store for him. He is off to the Rochester Institute of Technology in the Autumn to study computer science.
We have chosen to keep our sons learning virtually for the entire school year for a variety of reasons. They have adapted well to learning online and are enjoying having more free time and flexibility in their schedule. My 15 year old, for instance, has been using his extra free time to make lots of short movies. His brothers and father have all been press-ganged into acting parts and as cinematographers while I sometimes provide help with costumes, props and make up so it is a bit of a family affair.
Having the boys home proved very useful this Winter as I very much appreciated their extra digging power with all of the snow we got. Even with all of us digging, it took us over 3 hours to dig out after one particular storm. We then had weeks of vicious looking icicles falling from the house. We built up quite the collection in our azalea bushes.
We have been on a few walks and excursions since I last blogged but we have tended to return to familiar places. A couple of weekends ago, however, we finally ventured to Ringing Rocks County Park. It is not even that far from home so it is kind of bonkers that we have not ventured out there in the previous seven years. We took the loop trail which took us to the boulder field first. We had a hammer with us (as the website instructs you to do so, we felt OK about the geologic vandalism) and set about glancing it off of various boulders to make them ring. We found that they all emitted a noise that was not just the normal smack-thud you would expect from a hammer whacking a rock but that some boulders really made the ringing sound. Our 11 year old in particular really enjoyed the experience. I guess having spent his entire life being told to respect nature and leave things as we found them he must have been relishing the opportunity to bash those rocks.
The male Picts all bounded from rock to rock like mountain goats in search of the best rings. That is not something I am comfortable doing primarily because of my malingering SPD problems and also because I am a lifelong wuss so I went off into the woods in search of salamanders. Alas, I did not find a single one. Meeting up again, we headed further along the loop trail to see the waterfall. I was anticipating a bit more drama and oomph out of a signposted waterfall but it was a nice spot to stop and spend some time before we completed the loop. It was a nice, easy walk and one we would definitely do again.
Finally, and most excitingly, those of us who are eligible are finally receiving our Covid-19 vaccines. As a teacher, I became eligible first but I still had such a massive problem finding and scheduling an appointment that it still took until mid-April for me to be fully vaccinated. Meanwhile Mr Pict and our oldest son have both received their first shots. We plan to keep playing it safe and following mitigation efforts, not least because we still have three members of the family who are unvaccinated and not old enough to be eligible, but it is definitely a weight off my mind – especially as someone who has been teaching in-person since September – that I have that layer of protection. I am so grateful to the scientists and everyone involved in the distribution and delivery of the vaccine.
PS Here are some photos of our cats, Satchi and Peanut. They have adapted to having us home all the time and think they get to participate in all of the video conferences and frequently appear in my sons’ online classrooms.
I have a snow day today (woo hoo!) so I just wanted to stop by and leave a little note for my followers – that sounds cult-like, doesn’t it? – my dedicated readers. For a variety of reasons, I am going to be taking a bit of a break from blogging – longer than my normal breaks – but I fully intend on resuming blogging when life permits. I expect to be chatting with many of you on your own blogs but my blog will go a bit quiet for the time being. Frankly, it is not as if pandemic life is giving me much of interest to share with you.
I shall sign off with some photos of when we Picts recently walked almost the entire length of the Powerline Trail.
Apologies to Keats for the lame pun. Maybe it is not the best idea – during a deadly pandemic – to reference a text in which the poet uses Autumn to reflect on his own imminent mortality but I couldn’t resist. It has been some time since I last hit “post” on this blog because, for obvious reasons, I don’t have much to report but I thought I could write something about what we have been up to this Autumn.
We started October with a birthday: our second oldest son turned 15. He is my movie geek so normally his celebration would involve a cinema trip and a restaurant dinner with us and some of his friends. While that was not possible this year, his birthday still revolved around movies, especially some of his favourites. Our 13 year old, for instance, drew his brother’s favourite Director – Martin Scorsese – as a gift and the decorations for his cake were all cinema inspired.
My 15 year old’s favourite movie of recent years is ‘The Lighthouse’ and his favourite actor is Willem Dafoe. It was, therefore, not a surprise when he chose to dress up as Dafoe’s character in ‘The Lighthouse’ for Halloween. Our youngest son went trick or treating as a cat. Our neighbourhood did a safe, socially-distanced trick or treat event. Candy had to be bagged up in advance and left down by the sidewalk so that nobody had to approach houses and everyone had to walk in the direction of traffic to avoid passing. It worked really well as a zero contact event and I was glad we could do something approaching “normal” for the youngest members of the community. Honestly, I rather hope this becomes the new tradition. It was much easier and the kids were able to gather so much more candy in a shorter period of time because they were not having to leave the sidewalks or wait for people to answer the door. I am adding that to the list of things I hope don’t return to normal after the pandemic.
My own personal Halloween horror story was surviving without a fridge-freezer for almost the whole of October. In addition to being an unexpected expense, we had a whole lot of stress trying to problem-solve a replacement. When we bought our house, it had not been remotely updated since it was built in 1968 with the exception of the kitchen which dates from about 1990. It was not, therefore, wholly surprising when the fridge-freezer went kaput. Unfortunately, dimensions of appliances have changed over the past 30 years and we could not find a replacement fridge-freezer that would fit into the space. Aside from the fact that we cannot afford to replace the entire kitchen right now, the units are actually in excellent condition. The only solution we could come up with that maintained the integrity of the surrounding cabinets was to remove the doors from the cabinets above the fridge-freezer space, cut down the interior box, and create an open shelving situation. It is not ideal but it will do for now and until we do renovate the entire kitchen. The plumbing for the fridge-freezer was not in line with current code so that was another hiccup along the way. Needless to say, after a month without a functioning fridge-freezer, I am so happy and grateful to have a new one.
My birthday fell in election week so the election and the stressful wait for the results dominated the week. It did, however, make for a very memorable birthday. I cannot imagine I will ever forget it. My husband’s birthday fell just two days after we went into lockdown in the Spring and I have the last birthday of the year in our household so we have all had this weird birthday experience now.
My birthday tradition is to have a trip somewhere that everyone has to agree to and not complain (too much) about. A lot of things are off limits right now and then there are things we assess as being too high risk. Luckily, however, one of my favourite pastimes is visiting cemeteries and that is a safe thing to do in the current context. We, therefore, took a trip to Woodlands Cemetery in Philadelphia.
It is always useful to have a focus to our cemetery visits so I went armed with research into some graves we could try to locate. Mr Pict actually has some distant relatives buried in the cemetery but we had no success in finding them. Our focus, therefore, was on famous graves.
The first grave I really wanted to find was that of Mary Grew. She was an abolitionist and suffragist and, given 2020 is the centenary of women being enfranchised in America and Americans have just elected the nation’s first female VP, it seemed apt to go visit her grave.
Just a hop, skip, and a jump away, we located the grave of the artist Thomas Eakins. I confess I had not heard of Eakins until we emigrated and settled in the suburbs of Philadelphia. One of Eakins’ most famous paintings is The Gross Clinic and the subject of that painting, Dr Samuel Gross, is buried elsewhere in the cemetery. One of my nerdy interests – an offshoot of my fascination with disease and pandemics – is the history of medicine and the painting of Gross provides some insight into the practices in surgical theatres at that time – not a lot of hygiene, for instance. That same interest is what drew me to find the resting place of John Conrad Otto. He identified the pattern of hereditary that caused the transmission of hemophilia.
As you may recall, Mr Pict is a Civil War nerd so we, of course, had to visit at least a couple of the graves of notable Civil War veterans: Naval Commodore William David Porter and David Bell Birney.
My kids have remained 100% virtual for education but, just last week, those students who wished to were able to return to brick and mortar schools on a hybrid model. By the end of the week, the county public health department ordered that all schools had to pivot back to 100% online for all students for a period of two weeks. Apart from the fact I returned to work, we have continued to live in a “lockdown” mode so nothing much alters for us. It may, however, indicate that a strict lockdown is on the horizon. Apart from not wishing to be furloughed again, we are prepared for it. We will just continue to watch movies, play board games, and bake.
And so our summer has officially drawn to a close with the return to work (me) and school (my sons). It has been a very peculiar summer, of course. I am sure most people reading this have had a very different summer from the one they anticipated and planned for. We, for example, were supposed to fly back to the UK for a few weeks to spend time with our families and attend my youngest brother’s wedding. Instead, my brother contracted Covid 19, his wedding was postponed and we obviously did not travel to Britain. We have tried to make the most of our family time, being stuck together pretty much 24/7, but – again, I am sure in common with everyone else – it has been fatiguing and dispiriting. I think, however, that the transition back to work and (distance learning) school is going to be far tougher than anything we have experienced so far.
We decided to have one last family adventure of the Summer. Having spent six months avoiding being anywhere peopley, we thought we would brave going somewhere a bit busier but which would still afford us the opportunity to social distance and be safe. After considering at least a dozen options and discarding them as not having robust enough safety measures, we hit upon the idea of Longwood Gardens. Not too far from home, largely outdoors, and lots of procedures to mitigate the risk factors. Mr Pict and I had visited Longwood two years ago but a) I was suffering with some post-op complications and b) the kids had never visited. We spent a lovely few hours there, felt completely safe throughout our visit, and were glad we went.
In case you were wondering, one of my sons decided when we went into lockdown that he would not cut his hair for that whole period; now he has decided he won’t cut it for the duration of the pandemic. I suspect his hair is going to get very long. And my oldest son is not dressed appropriately for the climate because he prefers to wear a “uniform”. It is slightly crazy making but, as the parent of two autistic children, I have to choose which battles I am going to go full Viking on and which I am just going to wave the white flag at.
We continued to return to trails we had not visited in years. Some of these walks were more successful than others. For instance, we made the poor decision to revisit French Creek State Park in the aftermath of a very nasty storm. The ground was hard going, sticky and slick, which combined with the steep terrain at points made it very exhausting to walk and I found I was having to concentrate so much on my footing that I was not remotely enjoying my surroundings. It was also disgustingly humid. I felt like I was breathing in water. I just felt muddy and gross and mosquitoes the size of zeppelins were devouring me and making me swell up. I completed the walk, about 5 miles because we abandoned our intended trail for a shortcut, looking like a parboiled lobster cosplaying as Rambo. So gross. We did encounter a lot of frogs on our trek though.
We have also been playing a lot of board games. I really like board games but my husband is really fanatical about board games and has amassed quite a massive collection over the years so we always have lots to choose from. One of the games we have been playing is Pandemic, thematically apt, a co-operative game we don’t often win. We, however, had a stonking win one afternoon and defeated all of the diseases. Let’s hope that is a portent of things to come in real life.
One of my big summer projects was to tame the chaos of our converted garage space and turn it into an organized storage space, including a space for my teaching materials and a larder for all the things I tend to buy in bulk. I should have thought to take a before photo because it really was a mess. Things had been hurriedly and thoughtlessly dumped in that room first when we had our basement flood and then when we had to reorganize household spaces with everyone learning and working from home. Since shelves had become inaccessible during that period, things that actually permanently belonged in that room had not been put in their correct place. Necessary changes at work due to pandemic mitigation mean I also have to store all of my teaching resources at home and, of course, the only place I had to store them was also the garage. You will just have to take my word from it that it was an overwhelming mess. I have spent this summer working on it bit by bit because it was a time consuming project. It does not look like much and certainly is not going to win any awards for being aesthetically pleasing but the chaos is no more, everything now has a place, and everything is so organized that I can put my hands on any item in that room in an instant. The shelving unit of square cubbies contain my lesson plans, teaching materials, toys, and books. It still needs a fair bit of finessing with better storage solutions for some items but it is a functional and much more efficient system.
On the subject of work, I have also been spending time going into my classroom and getting it ready for a new batch of students and, of course, a new way of operating. I have had to strip out so much fun stuff from my classroom and my lesson planning because of teaching in the context of a pandemic so it is a bit deflating and dispiriting but I am excited to meet my new students and create fun learning experiences for them.
I continued to bake my way through the stress of this situation. I will never be an applicant for a baking show but I have definitely improved my skill level and confidence when it comes to baking. I have had the odd failure – such as a sunken chocolate cherry cake – but my successes have outnumbered the failures and even the failures were tasty enough. Like Pavlov’s dogs, however, my boys have become way too accustomed to having a sweet treat available on an almost daily basis. Since I will not have time for daily baking when I am back at work, it is going to be an adjustment for them and may involve some sugar withdrawal. Incidentally, that cake in the photo is supposed to have a crack in it as it is an orange Madeira cake.
All of these summer blog posts have ended with portraits of the cats so here are some portraits of Peanut (ginger) and Satchi (grey) doing their feline thing.
And here is one of our “bonus” pets. When our basement window wells flood, frogs move in. Here is a photo of one who brought his packed lunch slug with him.
A lot of my time and emotional energy this month has been dedicated to the question of what school was going to look like for my boys in September. It generated a whole lot of stress, to a pretty debilitating degree, as there was all sorts of information, thoughts, and feelings to navigate on the route to arriving at a decision. It was one of those textbook rock and a hard place things where no matter what we decided we knew there was no completely right decision and we felt that as parents we would be failing our kids in some way. We arrived at the decision to opt for distance learning, which we could make work for our personal family dynamic. I then spent time making peace with that decision and figuring out the logistics of making it as successful as possible. And then, just a few days ago, the school district announced that school would be virtual only for the first marking period at least. So it turned out all those sleepless nights going back and forth on what to do were pointless. I am still busy with yet more Zoom meetings about school but at least I know for sure what is happening now (no small thing for a control freak like me) so the only uncertainty remaining now is whether I will be working or furloughed come September.
Anyway, in much more positive news, we have continued to keep ourselves busy and occupied in the Pict household. My husband continues to work from home full-time and the boys and I are filling our days with projects and fun. Some of what we have to do might be boring (chores) but we are never bored. We always have To Do lists longer than time permits and I don’t think that is a bad way to live so long as we can appropriately prioritize those listed items. We have not done a lot that generates blog fodder this month but this post contains some snippets of some of the things we have been up to.
Despite being together 24/7 – which has the potential to be a powder keg of emotions and frustrations – the four boys are getting along really well together. They are finding the right balance between time together and time apart. The only arguments that have broken out are completely daft. One argument was about whether the Turkish city was best when it was Byzantium, Constantinople, or Istanbul, and another debate was about whether the best siege weapon was a canon, ballista, or trebuchet. They managed to unite on catapults being the worst. The boys also continue to make progress with their chosen summer projects. The oldest is making a computer game on a Greek mythology theme, the 13 year old is learning Latin, and the 14 year has actually completed the online course he was enrolled in about the history of movies. Incidentally, he (sporadically) writes a movie review blog which you should check out if you are a cinephile.
My youngest son doesn’t have one big project he is working on as that would not be appropriate for him. Instead he has been working on all sorts of smaller scale things, some with me and some independently. One thing he did was complete that jigsaw puzzle that also appeared in last month’s blog post. He also disassembled an old busted chromebook, made pizza from scratch, and painted a birdhouse he had previously made. And then I remembered why we had never completed the birdhouse project before: because we don’t have a low enough tree branch to hang it from. So now I need to problem-solve a way of attaching the birdhouse to a tree that does no harm to the tree. Suggestions are welcome.
Our oldest son passed his driving test! That’s a milestone for him and also for us as parents. He is actually not very enthused about the prospect of driving but we felt it was important for him to get his license and we preferred for him to be a new driver under our auspices. We let him put it off for a year and then persuaded him to just get on with it. Taking the test with Covid mitigation measures involved some peculiarities but maybe that made him less rather than more nervous. He did great and we now have three drivers in the house.
We have been tackling some overdue household projects. It was not so much that we had procrastinated over them as that other projects had queue jumped because of something suddenly needing to be replaced or a household emergency. One of those neglected projects was giving the kitchen a makeover. It was not in the budget to overhaul the entire kitchen (which was installed in the early 1990s) and honestly it was not necessary as the cabinets are all still in really good condition and completely functional. The microwave was, however, literally falling apart so Mr Pict installed a new one and then it was just a case of freshening up the walls with a lick of paint. The dual aspect windows at the far end of the kitchen means I could not hang any art work on that large blank wall without it rapidly bleaching and the space is too narrow for hanging anything that might get bumped into. I, therefore, had the idea to put up a large pinboard. That way I can pin up all of the letters and notices and appointment cards the six of us generate and which usually get piled on the fridge doors. Now the fridge doors can just be a gallery of the boys’ artwork and my weekly meal plan.
This was what the kitchen looked like just before we embarked on the project.
And this is what it looks like now, the walls switched from magnolia to a silver grey. It is a subtle difference but it is so much cleaner looking and so much lighter.
My art space is the kitchen table at the other end of the kitchen. We have a dining room so we don’t need that table for eating and, therefore, I can leave it set up so I can grab art time in little gobbets. The problem with that permanent set up is that I sometimes accumulate a lot of clutter on my art table (which I share with the cats) and it gets a bit chaotic. I, therefore, used this opportunity to streamline and simplify my art table set up. I kept out only the things I use frequently and stored the rest away elsewhere. Three of the four chairs were also too broken to be safely sat on so we got rid of those and got new ones. I neglected to take a photo of the before scenario but you get a glimpse of it in this photo of one of my cats “sharing” my art space.
This is what it looks like now. Much less cluttered and more efficient. Still shared with the cats.
Another household reorganization project I had not gotten around to for ages was sorting through all of the bedlinen and making the linen closet more organized. I forgot to take a before photo so you will just have to trust me that this closet was a complete and utter mess with far too much crammed in and no ability to tell from a glance what sheets were for which bed. After the flood and the consequent reassignment of bedrooms and new beds, we also had some bedding that was surplus to requirement. It proved to be a bit of a Twilight Zone project, however. I pulled out all of the bedlinen and sorted it into piles: keep, donate, recycle. I generated two large boxes for donation and six garbage bags for recycling. You would think that would free up so much space in that closet but no. Once I started to put the linens we were keeping back in, I was still struggling to fit it onto the shelves. It is a shallow closet but that still makes no sense to me. The boxes contain the sheets and pillowcases organized by bed size. I need to come up with a neater way to store all of those bulky comforters and spare pillows. Again: suggestions welcome.
We have been so busy that we have mostly just been walking around our own neighbourhood. We did, however, venture slightly further afield by going for a wander around Ridley Creek State Park. Last time we went there it was Winter and we did not see another soul; this day, by contrast, the temperatures were in the 90s and it was swarming with people. The parking lot was so packed that we almost decided to jettison the plan, since we are taking social distancing very seriously. We walked a couple of the trails before we capitulated to the kids’ complaints about being sweaty and itchy. Incidentally, just in case you were wondering, our 13 year old has decided he is not cutting his hair for however long quarantine social distancing lasts. Brace yourselves for Cousin Itt appearing in my blog at some future point.
On a whim (and inspired by several of Claudia McGill’s blog posts) we had an explore of Norristown Farm Park. It was another baking hot afternoon so we stuck to one circuit without veering off to explore side paths or a bigger loop but we were still there for a few hours. It was great to have points of interest along the way to keep the boys engaged and create natural breaks in which we could rest in the shade.
I, of course, enjoyed seeing all of the decaying farm buildings. While the kids were paddling in a stream, I went for a donder around a ramshackle building where I encountered a fox (who was too speedy for a decent photo) and lots of my national flower. There was also a field full of sunflowers. It has been many years since I saw so many sunflowers gathered together. One of my brothers has a phobia of them so obviously I had to take plenty of photos to send to him.
We will definitely go back and wander there again and poke around in some of the areas we never made it to – but when he air temperature is cooler and we are better prepared.
And, of course, we are still baking like crazy. Despite the “pandemic pounds”, I cannot seem to stop baking. I justify it was being an activity to engage my youngest son in but really it is just comfort food for the soul. When we first went into lockdown, I had intended to learn how to make decent quality bread. I used to bake bread with my Granddad but have never had huge success independently. I have not actually embarked on that self-improvement project, however, partly because I have not had the time and partly because we have not been eating much bread so I don’t have the same inclination. If we are still social distancing when the days get chillier, then I might be motivated to dig into that project. Until then we will just keep churning out desserts.
Since it is now a tradition to include the cats in these “Pict pandemic posts”, here are Peanut and Satchi “assisting” me with the reorganization of the linen closet.
June started with a bang. We had a few days of raging storms. My kids enjoyed it when it was at the torrential rain stage. They love summer rain storms because it is warm and they can run around and get soaked without it being uncomfortable. The rain was soon joined by thunder and lightning and high winds. Trees came down all over our neighbourhood and wiped out power lines with them. Amazingly, given our past luck with such things, we didn’t lose power, suffered no damage, and didn’t experience any flooding. We were very grateful.
How is everyone faring with wearing masks? Back in March, I never thought I would get used to it. I have a more robust one with filters that I use for when I go grocery shopping and am in a confined space and I must admit I am still pretty wimpy with that one. It still makes me feel a bit claustrophobic – and gives me even more admiration for those on the front lines wearing PPE all day every day. If we are out walking, we use lightweight neck gaiters as we usually don’t have to come within even 10 feet of other people but it gives us the option of quickly pulling it up if we have to pass someone on a narrower trail path. I am otherwise getting used to wearing masks. I read some time ago that it takes 6 weeks to develop a habit and I guess that holds true for this experience. We also now treat them as accessories. I got the boys some masks in fun fabrics and I even bought myself one with thistle fabric on it. Thistles are my national flower, of course, so it seemed apt.
Our county moved from red phase into yellow phase in early June which gave us more freedom for getting out and about. We remain cautious so don’t want to be around people as much as possible. We, therefore, went for a trek around Gettysburg since the National Park covers such an expanse of land and we were familiar enough with it to be able to predict which areas might be busier. As you will know, Mr Pict is a Civil War nerd so he likes to visit Gettysburg every couple of years at least. We have some places that we always return to but he tries to introduce us to a new area of the battlefield each time we return.
This time, the new area for exploration was Pickett’s Charge. That is, of course, the famous culminating action of the Battle of Gettysburg when an infantry assault by the Confederates ended in defeat. We have actually seen Pickett’s grave because we are history nerds and I like cemeteries. We were led to the Copse of Trees which I thought was just a copse of trees without the capitalization. Turns out the Copse is of such historical importance that they are protected by a fence. From what I can recall from Mr Pict’s lecture, as a distinct landscape feature, the copse was a focal point for the charge and also ended up marking the high water mark of the confederacy in this battle. There is a monument to commemorate this fact at the spot.
We then walked the field to gain a sense of the distance of the charge. Or at least we attempted to cover the expanse. We gave up about half way and turned back because we were getting covered with ticks. Between the six of us, we picked off over a dozen ticks just while walking in that field. We would have been exceedingly wimpy Civil War soldiers since we could not even handle parasitic insects. Retreating from the field, we had a moment of rest and shade at the Pennsylvania Monument.
As I mentioned before, there are areas of Gettysburg that we always head to: Little Round Top and Devil’s Den. As we had suspected would be the case, Little Round Top was far too busy for our liking. There were far fewer people than we have ever encountered there before but, of course, those previous visits were not during a pandemic. We managed to maintain an adequate distance from everyone but it was too stressful an experience since some folks were not observing social distancing guidance and were also not wearing face coverings. Devil’s Den was less busy but we were having to pass people at too close quarters for comfort so we didn’t stay long.
June also meant we arrived at the end of the school year. It has definitely been a memorable and challenging school year. I absolutely commend my sons’ teachers for doing the absolute best they could with the resources they had and all at short notice. However, distance learning was a bit of an ordeal to say the least and I am certainly relieved to have at least a break from it. Goodness knows what school will look like in September. I have to trust that the school district will strike an appropriate balance and shore up the resources for whatever option they decide to pursue. Anyway, two of my children completed their final grades in their present schools and are moving on to pasture’s new in September – whether physically, virtually, or a hybrid. Instead of the usual festivities, celebratory trips, and promotion ceremonies, they had car parades and virtual ceremonies. I confess I think I actually prefer the car parades to the usual ceremony where we bake in the heat.
Now that we don’t have distance learning to create structure and routine and keep everyone occupied, we have a long summer stretching ahead of us. My boys are all at such a wide spans of ages, stages, and areas of interest that I can no longer impose unified summer projects on them as had been the case in summers past. Instead, each kid has had to pick a project they are working on over the summer. The three older boys are actually continuing with distance learning – taking courses on coding, cinema history, and Latin – and my youngest is going to work through a number of different projects, some with me and some solo. Meanwhile, I have written myself a lengthy To Do list of domestic projects to tackle, some larger than others, and I always have my ongoing hobbies. Most of our activities won’t be worth blogging about but our intention is to keep busy, productive, and stimulated during this socially isolated summer.
June marked the 45th anniversary of the cinema release of my favourite movie of all time – Jaws. I have written before about my fanatacism about this movie, including when I drew an illustration of the protagonists. My 13 year old has inherited my love of the movie and an obsession with sharks. You might recall that we took a trip last summer to visit the sites of the 1916 shark attacks that inspired the novel that was the basis of the movie. I have several Jaws items around the house, a Jaws board game, and a Jaws tea mug. We, therefore, had to mark the occasion with a family watch of the movie on the anniversary.
Also, am I the only person who is still doing a ridiculous amount of baking during this pandemic? I am a really pretty good cook but I am no great shakes as a baker. When it comes to the former, I use my experience to eyeball a lot of ingredients and I treat recipes as mere suggestions and make up meals from scratch. The latter requires precision in measuring and actually following a recipe step by step. It is too much like science for my Arts and Humanities brain. I can bake things like cookies, brownies, banana bread, and basic cakes, but I am not great at anything more complex. But for some reason I have been baking non-stop during this past few months and even more so since the kids’ distance learning wrapped up. Like Pavlov’s Dogs, my kids now pretty much expect a freshly baked sweet treat. This is not a good state of affairs. I am gaining pandemic pounds for sure. My youngest son is helping me with baking. We recently made brownies topped with cookie dough. We need an intervention.
I have created a long list of home improvement type things I want to accomplish over the summer break. It didn’t look like much on paper but already I think I might have been over-ambitious. Our house ended up rather chaotic after the basement flood, then we switched rooms around with having created a new bedroom in the basement and my husband having to work from home for however many months. Multiple rooms in the house, therefore, have to be reorganised and – quite frankly – ruthlessly purged. I started with my youngest son’s bedroom. I thought I would get it done in a day, maybe two. Nope. A week. It took an entire week just to clean, sort, and organize his bedroom. It generated five bags of trash and two large boxes of items to be donated. Now my To Do list that once looked like a sprint now looks like a marathon.