Showing posts with label North Dakota. Show all posts
Showing posts with label North Dakota. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 27, 2021

Right Under My Nose!

 


The Internet, at it's best, helps one discover how other people live.  A few years ago, while searching for a special shampoo, I found Mjolk, a wonderful combo Scandinavian/Japanese lifestyle and furniture boutique in Toronto, CANADA.  The owners are John Baker and Juli Daoust, a remarkably creative dynamo who, in their 'spare' time, renovated an exquisite countryside cottage, the loveliest of places for their two children and awesome Irish wolfhound.

Grandmother Sophia's fruit bowl

The photo below is of their cottage decorated for Christmas, as depicted on their website blog https://www.mjolk.ca/blogs/mjolk/.  That sweet hob-nailed amber bowl in the lower left of center foreground caught my eye, enchanting me.

I've looked high and low in northern Virginia thrift/collectible shops for anything remotely similar, to no avail.  Then, in a sudden flash of insight, I realized I have a lovely Depression glass bowl too, that my mother gave me, one of two heirlooms from my grandmother Sophia.  Tucked away in a safe drawer, I have been too careful to use it. 

This reminds me of the first friends we made when we moved to Grand Forks, ND, Bob and Toni Olson.  They did not have children and foresaw none on the way yet Toni had grown up in an enriched home, full of classic children's books, which they'd moved from San Jose, California to Montana then ND. "Books are best when loved and read, not tucked away in a corner of a bookcase," she said when she gave them to our oldest daughter Anna, then six.  I now understand what she meant.

Mjolk_Yule_Jul_interior

Friday, November 7, 2014

Kief to Carrington, North Dakota by Carol Wallwork



(first posted online 2009)
                                      Near Kief, North Dakota           by Carol Wallwork September 2006

Left Dan & Marian’s Kief, North Dakota farm early Sunday morning, heading home to Virginia, driving southeast toward interstate expediency.  But first, the good roads.

Spooked a clutch of juvenile pheasants zig-zagging out of the ditch until their momma glided in, giving direction.  Then this church.  It’s elegantly simple, with finely balanced Lancet windows.  A stately icon of past settlement--of faith, enterprise and now quiet.  A kind of quiet , broken by pheasant cackle, grouse wings, fox yips and moonlit coyote howls.  Soon, the flurry of dusty pickups will thump on gravel, punctuated by deer-season thunder.

Stopped for Daryle Beckley’s long-horned cattle drive on Highway 200 near the outskirts of Carrington.  Cowboys sipping coffee, teenagers colas, both eating kuchen and venison sausages.  It’s windy but not too cold.  If only I could slip out of our Toyota van and alight on one of their horses, riding to a place far different from our near-Beltway life.