Turning It Around

I  can’t believe it, I said to Gil. I cannot believe I’m 55 years old and don’t know the proper time to plant a sunflower seed.

Well, he said, it’s no big deal. I’m 59 years old and I don’t know either.

It got me to thinking, how many new things, simple things, nothing earthshaking, come into my life every day, even at my advanced age.

It’s a question of noticing.

Today I prowled around the boonies upstate, in Dutchess County, with my brother Peter – these photos include his — seeing some small things I hadn’t seen before.

Pete

We spent most of our time in Tivoli, a tiny village near the Hudson River that dates back to 1872 but avoids all dustiness, with its free-thinking, artistic, intellectual inhabitants.  Nearby Bard College sends over a constant scruffy stream of  students, not to mention professors.

Pete introduced me to a monument in the cemetery of St. Paul’s Episcopal Church in Tivoli, where the stones seem dominated by the Hudson  Valley families DePeyster and Livingston.

statuary

An exquisite stone carving to represent the soul of a remarkable woman, Estelle Elizabeth de Peyster Toler, who was born in 1844 in Red Hook and died 45 years later in Manhattan. Descended from the cream of New York society — De Lanceys, Van Cortlandts and Coldens — she was known for her piety and philanthropy. Her husband died the day after her death of a broken heart. Estelle’s marker reads, from the Proverbs, “A perfect example in life of the ideal virtuous woman.”

dePester

But I found the inscription on the base of the praying girl more moving.

sister baby

With its sweet embellishments of lichen and moss: SISTER–BABY.

Another grave, more modest, this one in a field of grass off a country highway.

Molly

Was this Molly also a virtuous woman? A virtuous pet? It’s an odd place for a burial but oddly peaceful.

Coffee break.

I’ve had plenty of fancy cappuccinos, like this one at Tivoli’s Murray’s café, designed by stylish barrista Michelle.

cap

Pretty good, she said under her breath, checking her work, deadpan. Not the best I’ve done.

But I’ve never before had borscht made with garbanzos rather than beef to complement its beet chunks. Topped with a spoonful of organic sour cream, it was scrumptious.

And before today I never had a perfectly-designed, shot-silk carryall for knitting needles such as I brought home from  the yarn shop on the tiny stretch of Broadway that is the heart of Tivoli. Fabulous Yarn offers luscious skeins (“fibers for fanatics”).

yarn

And whimsical taste. Under one cheery roof.

yarn store

Down the street, a tavern called the Black Swan, currently under repair.

black sway

Attitude will remain unchanged.

all our visitors

Before today, I had never laid eyes on the brick-and-stone construct of architectural genius that is the historic Stone Jug House in Clermont, housing families since 1752. Local stone, I knew. Weathered brick, sure. Together, gorgeous.

jug

I looked around today for something I’d seen a hundred times, but always loved: a painted turtle. But the large one Peter knew of refused to show his face at the pond, the weather being cloudy. Still, there was something to see, an exploded cattail.

cattail

Like cotton wool laced with cornmeal. It was something I’d never touched before.

cattail cu

Sometimes if you simply turn something around, it’s totally new.

lovewisdomgracepeace

Love.

4 Comments

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4 responses to “Turning It Around

  1. Anonymous

    Robert R. Livingston is buried in the St. Paul’s cemetery which you depicted. However, he is not THE Robert R. Livingston, who is buried… somewhere else. Known as “Chancellor Livingstone,” he and four others drafted the Declaration of Independence. But he didn’t sign it — was out of town on other business. His other claim to fame is he financed Fulton’s building of the first steamboat. But Fulton didn’t come up with the idea. That honor goes to Nicholas Roosevelt, related to Teddy and FDR. He floated down the Mississippi to New Orleans, coincidentally DURING the earthquakes of 1811-1812, epicenter Reelfoot Lake, West Tennessee. The most powerful shocks rang bells in Washington, D.C.
    http://omeka.hrvh.org/exhibits/show/fdr-family-history/nicholas-roosevelt
    P.S. Jean, Roosevelt floated his prototype toy boat off the shores of Esopus, on the west banks of the Hudson, where you used to live!
    Obscurically submitted, PCZ

  2. Anonymous

    That was fun. Next time we’ll have to go to Cheviot, Linlithgo, and Blue Stores….

  3. Lori

    I take exception to your use of the phrase, “advanced age”. You are not of an “advanced age”, unless you are saying that your age has advanced you.
    Cryminny, lady, 55 is only half way through your life! Don’t let yourself feel older than you need to! You still have (most of) your marbles, (I presume) your health, and all of your wits!
    As for Gil, he is only slightly older than you are. Men age differently.
    I’m of the same age as you are and I’m finishing a degree in Computer Support. I decidedly do not feel old. I suggest you follow suit.
    Throw off that shawl, get out of that rocking chair, and dance.
    Don’t you MAKE me come over there.

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