Kate's Point of View

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Visiting the Harriet Beecher Stowe House in Cincinnati, Ohio

How I wish you could see Walnut Hills … the road to it is as picturesque as you can imagine a toad to be … Much of the wooding is beech of a noble growth. The straight, beautiful shafts of these trees as one looks up the cool green recesses of the woods seems as though they might form very proper columns for a Dyrad temple.

This quote is one of many on display the Harriet Beecher Stowe house in Cincinnati, Ohio.

Harriet Beecher Stowe house in Cincinnati, Ohio.

Borin in 1811 in Litchfield, Connecticut, Harriet came to Cincinnati in 1832 when her father, Lyman Beecher, was asked to lead the Lane Theological Seminary. Harriet married Calvin E. Stowe in 1836 and gave birth to six of her seven children while living in Cincinnati.

Portrait of Harriet Beecher Stowe that is hanging in the Harriet Beecher Stowe house in Cincinnati, Ohio.

Although she was living back East when Harriet wrote Uncle Tom’s Cabin, she drew on her experiences in Cincinnati, so near the border that marked the difference between slavery and freedom, while writing the book.

I’m embarrassed because I’ve been living in Cincinnati all my life and only just visiting this home … only just learned where this home was! Wonder Boy was riding his bike one day and rode past it, pretty stunned. We started planning a trip soon afterwards.

In fact, touring the Harriet Beecher Stowe house is sort of an odd affair. Harriet lived in Cincinnati for about 20 years but a lot of that time was spent in another home with her husband. The Harriet Beecher Stowe house is really a home that was built for her father Lyman Beecher, and his family. I like visiting old homes, though, because they hold little pieces of history. In this house, there are beautiful old pieces of furniture that match the period when the Beechers would have lived there, including a stunning old quilt.

I’ve always assumed that Cincinnati, being the gateway to freedom for many runaway slaves, would have been a hotspot of liberal perspectives on race relations. In fact, I learned during our tour, Lyman Beecher believed in colonization, which is the idea that slaves should be freed and then sent somewhere else. In 1834, the Lane Theological Seminary hosted a series of debates now known as the Lane Debates. Students led by Theodore Dwight Weld argued against colonization and for the abolition of slavery. The debates helped many people view slavery as a sin and see that the colonization notion of sending blacks back to Africa was wrong. (Oberlin College has a great collection of resources if you’d like to learn more about these debates.)

An antique quilt in the Harriet Beecher Stowe House in Cincinnati, Ohio.

Three Things That Mean Home

Home is where the heart is. – Pliny the Elder

This place you return to is home. – Kirsty Gunn

Where though art, that is home. – Emily Dickenson

Quotes about home abound. But what makes a place a home? I don’t know if there are things that apply to everyone, but here is what makes my home … home.

1. This Face. Wonder Boy the perfect travel partner, as trips around the world for the past ten years have proven, and he makes my life and home a happier place.

Jason in a Haka Topi Kathmandu, Nepal.

Wonder Boy at Brew Ha Ha in CIncinnati in 2012.

Me and Wonder Boy in a workshop at the Grand Bazaar in Istanbul, Turkey, making trim for costumes.

2. This Face. Notorious B.I.G., or Biggie, is my not-so-little shadow. He hates to be picked up (see his face in the first image below) but loves to nap in my lap. When he rests his little chin on me, it’s perfection.

Biggie spends half of his time looking terrified of me - mostly when I'm picking him up.

Biggie sleeps soooo much. My favorite is when he naps right on top of me.

3. History. Throughout my home are details of both mine and Wonder Boy’s pasts. An antique bookshelf by the front door. And old clock on the fireplace mantle. Photo albums that pictures going back to long before either of us were born. Mementos from all of the trips I’ve traveled in with Wonder Boy. Stuffed animals and toys from when we were little. I try not to dwell too much in the past, but the past is what makes me who I am and what prepares me for what comes next. Having pieces of my history around me helps me feel armed for the future.

A New Baby Nephew and A New Baby Blanket

The younger of my two sisters recently had a baby. He’s adorable and tiny and so far I’ve really only seen him and sleep and squirm a bit. When I hold him, it’s like holding a football. He just curls up like a little pillbug and sits in the crook of your arm.

My nephew is an absolute cutie!

When my other sister had her second baby, I made him a baby blanket. I thought I’d do the same this time around but up the ante a bit. The blanket is a quilted state of Ohio against a green background with white, satin trim. For the state of Ohio, I pieced together pieces of clothing from my nephews great-grandmas, grandparents, parents, aunts, uncles and cousins.

I did not include anything from his canine sister’s extensive wardrobe, which has left some bad blood between Roxy and I. See how she’s glaring at me???

The state of Ohio in this blanket is pieced together from clothing form all of my nephew's family except the dog, for which she is very upset.

I honestly did think of her but wanted to keep the extended family fabric donation a secret so didn’t know how to subtly ask for some dogs clothing.

Everything else worked out okay though! I figured out how to incorporate some stretch knit from onesies so cousins could be represented. I made it so the word “Love” from one cousin’s outfit was right over Columbus, where my brother-in-law’s side of the family is from. I tried to make the Cincinnati Reds logo fall over Cincinnati but it ended up over Dayton. I successfully placed green over Athens, Ohio, for some subtle Ohio University pride.

The quilted baby blanket I made for my nephew features the state of Ohio, made up of pieces of clothing from all of his extended family.

I struggle when I do a craft to see beyond my mistakes. For instance, the way I quilted  means that things got squished a bit and Ohio is a little skinnier than it should be. My rows of quilting are pretty straight, but by no means perfect. Adding the satin trim is always a struggle and I’m never truly satisfied with how it looks, but by that point I am so tired that I just let it go.

When I do get past all the little mistakes, I am proud. Through what is basically no more than millions of little knots of thread, I have created a blanket that will hopefully last a long time and represent all of the love that my nephew will have in his life from all of his extended family.

I asked my sister for some pictures of my nephew with the blanket. She hooked me up!

My new nephew with the quilted baby blanket I made for him.

My new nephew with the quilted baby blanket I made for him.

My new nephew with the quilted baby blanket I made for him.

My new nephew with the quilted baby blanket I made for him.

My new nephew with the quilted baby blanket I made for him.

I know I am biased, but this little guy is so cute!

Photo credit to my sister throughout!

An Update Over Coffee

If we were having coffee right now…

I’d tell you about the awesome book I just finished (The Little Paris Bookshop by Nina George) and ask you if you’d read anything good lately.

I’d let you know that Wonder Boy and I invested in some rental property a while back. It’s finally rented out (whew!) and learning to become landlords has been an interesting process.

I’d tell you how surprised I was when I realized that it was more than a year ago that I started having symptoms that led to me having a hysterectomy last November. I’m feeling great and grateful that all of that is in the past.

I’d express how excited I am to see Father John Misty perform next week and admit that, yes, I did invite him to dinner even though I haven’t heard back. I’m persisting in inviting people whose work I enjoy to dinner. Even if it only works one in a hundred times, that 1% makes everything worth it.

Finally, I would wrap my hands around my hot drink and say how sad I am to see cold weather quickly approaching. Warm weather is my favorite weather. And although having a snow blower makes winter more fun, I’d pass on all that fun in a heartbeat for just a little more hot sunshine.

Good morning! #unionstreetcafe #ohiouniversity #athens #athensohio

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Fred Armison on Being Late to the Party

That’s what’s fun about being alive is being late to the party.

Fred Armison on WTF with Marc Maron

I love this quote from Armison, a man I associate with Portlandia and this scene specifically:

The scene is really poking fun of enthusiasts of the farm to table movement, but to my it also embodies a lot of hipster tendencies. Hipsters, the people who, you know, were listening to that band before you ever saw them. (Admittedly, I’ve said basically that about bands. But anyway…)

Wonder Boy and I tried to watch Portlandia for a while and I just couldn’t get into it. I appreciated that it was funny, but just not my cup of tea. Maybe too hip for me? So for me to hear this actor, that I think of as a hipster, saying that it’s nice to come to the party late? Now I’m interested.

So why is it good to be late to the party?

According to Armison, it’s great to be late to the party because you can consume media, information, entertainment all at once versus waiting for it to be gradually released. You can read the whole series of books in one go. You can binge watch your favorite television shows. When you hear music references you don’t know, no problem! Check out the back catalog!

I love this. It’s the anti-hipster approach to things. Like, “Oh, that’s good? Cool. I’ll wait until it’s all done and then check it out. In about five years. Thanks for the heads up.”

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