Goodbye, 2010

Ring Out, Wild Bells

Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light;
The year is dying in the night;
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.

Ring out the old, ring in the new,
Ring, happy bells, across the snow:
The year is going, let him go;
Ring out the false, ring in the true.

Ring out the grief that saps the mind,
For those that here we see no more,
Ring out the feud of rich and poor,
Ring in redress to all mankind.

Ring out a slowly dying cause,
And ancient forms of party strife;
Ring in the nobler modes of life,
With sweeter manners, purer laws.

Ring out the want, the care, the sin,
The faithless coldness of the times;
Ring out, ring out my mournful rhymes,
But ring the fuller minstrel in.

Ring out false pride in place and blood,
The civic slander and the spite;
Ring in the love of truth and right,
Ring in the common love of good.

Ring out old shapes of foul disease,
Ring out the narrowing lust of gold;
Ring out the thousand wars of old,
Ring in the thousand years of peace.

Ring in the valiant man and free,
The larger heart, the kindlier hand;
Ring out the darkenss of the land,
Ring in the Christ that is to be.

-Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Vroom: Silver and Starbucks

Thanksgiving is now over...the lad is back to his grueling existence at VMI...and life continues as we hurtle headlong in a retail-fueled race of Olympian proportions to the year's-end.

As is my tradition, I ignored the Black Friday pressure, as well as the Saturday-and-Sunday shopping slog and devoted myself to luscious leftovers, loving friends and a long list of my favorite holiday movies. No doubt by now I have seen Love Actually, The Family Stone and Four Christmases at least ten times each. A delightful dropping-out and opting-out of the gifting Grand Prix which has already begun.

In the small breather before the next lap, I am pausing, hand on the gearshift, and appreciating another few things that have provided satisfaction over this weekend past.



The oversized sterling candelabra is a magnificent piece to have in one's dining or living areas. Ours is an antique attributed to Charles Stuart Harris of London in the late 1800s. We don't even use it as a candle stick...for us it is simply a focal point in whatever room we groaningly place it in. I must confess it is a dusting challenge.



Major turn signal here, as we move on to more pedestrian concerns: I probably consumed five of these over the holiday...my beloved Venti Iced Chai Latte, light on the ice please, with soy. Thanks to all baristas who have expertly energized my gad-abouts.

Starting my engine,
ABL

Giving thanks is a sterling idea

The holiday season now upon us, it is a lovely time to reflect on all the things that enhance the beauty and elegance of these special occasions. Uppermost among these, for me, is the flatware with which we commune at the holiday table.

I am fortunate to have a "silver wardrobe" which allows me to creatively dress and accessorize the table as I do my own wardrobe. I have been the lucky recipient of many a deceased relative's largesse, providing me with an assortment of sterling boxes to open at whim. I enjoy using the different patterns with my various china patterns and stemware as well to create different moods for each occasion: for example, Christmas morning I typically use my grandmother's English flatware with my great-grandmother's Derby china and some circa 1942 American Fostoria stemware. Christmas dinner is a completely different assembly, usually Steuben or Waterford stemware and either Mottahedeh, Fitz & Floyd, Old Avesbury or even my Spode Christmas china.

I must say that my favorite amongst the flatware is my Jacobi & Company sterling flatware, circa 1890.



August Jacobi was an exceptional silversmith who worked in Baltimore during the late 1800's and early 1900's. His work was marked A. JACOBI from about 1879-1889. In 1890, the company name changed to A. JACOBI & CO., when his son, W. F. Jacobi, joined him in business. In 1894, the Jacobis partnered with W. Armour Jenkins, another prominent silversmith in Baltimore, to create Jacobi & Jenkins Co.



Mine is a complete set of 18, including such bygone relics of a grander way of life as fish forks, demitasse and creamed soup spoons, grapefruit spoons, berry spoons, et al. In addition, it also includes a set of mother-of-pearl-handled knives, which I treasure.



The engraving reflects my family's name--the southern branch of our family, of course. The set is in its original heavy wooden box, also engraved with the monogram of my ancestor.

There is something very special about holding in one's hand the sterling of the past. Not only is it heavier--and more "sterling" than today's sterling--but for those of us with a vivid connection to the past, it is redolent of all the meals and occasions that have come before. It is easy for me to envision never-known relations as they lifted the same knives, forks and spoons to their mouths, or gestured with same in hand during lively conversations at table. I can imagine Christmas and Thanksgiving of 1890, when the set was brand-new, in the new home of my ancestor bride, as she proudly entertained her in-laws and extended clan. How many hundreds, thousands, of dinners have these implements accompanied? If they could talk, what would they say of my family, what stories could they tell? This is the richness and endless mystery of the antique...the unfathomable history to which it was silent witness.

I wish you all a happy reunion with loved ones...and possibly even a communion with something old as well.

Thankfully,
ABL

He's coming home

Our son, a "Rat" at VMI

Our boy is coming home from college Tuesday night, so preparations are afoot here to make everything special.
His college experience is more grueling and challenging than his peers' as VMI is a military institute. He is doing well and we are very proud.





Most of all, it will be so wonderful to have our family back together again. The balance is somehow off with the essential fourth person missing.

Anyone else with college and prep school children en route?

Looking ahead,
ABL

Full cry

Here in Chester County, the English traditions are alive and well. Among them is the spirited tradition of foxhunting. Here on our side of the pond, the fox is rarely killed--he is an important and respected participant who simply is chased. There are several hunts, but the most legendary is Mr. Stewart's, also known as the Cheshire Hunt. November is the high time of the season here, and this season it is a time to remember Nancy Hannum, a major figure in these parts who died earlier this year. Mrs. Hannum has been credited with single-handedly preserving more land here than anyone else.

Introduced to the saddle at age five, she grew up among barrel-chested ponies and with the sounds of hounds and the copper horn. Born in Long Island, N. Y., she was the daughter of Carol Harriman, whose stepfather was the renowned railroad entrepreneur E. H. Harriman, the founder of the Union Pacific. He ran a pack of American Fox Hounds near the town of Westbury, Long Island from the 1870s through the 1890s.

Her father, Richard Penn Smith, was a distinguished businessman, who along with her mother, were joint masters of the Middleburg Hunt in Virginia. Smith was a prominent member of the Bryn Mawr Hunt who managed prized racehorses for the wealthy Cassatt family.

Following her husband's death, Carol Penn Smith married W. Plunkett Stewart. The couple, Nancy and her sister Averell moved to Unionville. Stewart had moved there in 1912 from Greensprings, Md., purchasing Chesterland Farm where he stabled horses and built kennels across what is today Route 82. He chose to call his pack the Cheshire Foxhounds because of his love for the picturesque English town of Chester in the county of Cheshire. Gradually, English foxhounds—the first lot from Warwickshire— replaced the American hounds in Stewart's private pack. The foxhunting organization is still known as Mr. Stewart's Cheshire Foxhounds.

Over the next few decades Stewart built his land holdings to nearly 5,000 acres. Always the visionary, the Master of the Hunt encouraged his well-heeled friends to buy property in the Unionville area.

After Stewart's death in 1948 Nancy Hannum took over as Master of the Hunt at the young age of 29. Mrs. Hannum ran the hunt with the planning and execution of a general at war from her home at Brooklawn. She hunted well into her 70's then led the charge from a battered jeep until she retired in 2003.

Her 55 years ranks her number two on the list of longest tenure as an active Master of the Hunt, according to the Master of Foxhunting Association (MFHA).

It's been said that in the Cheshire Hunt country there may be more post-and-rail fences per capita than anywhere in the country. Crossing signs shout: "Horse Crossing." Over the past five decades any new landowners found Mrs. Hannum knocking on their door. Introducing herself, she explained that land easements "are the way we do it in and around Unionville."

RIP, Mrs. Hannum,
ABL

Weekend wanderings

Short post for this glorious run-up to a beautiful fall weekend in Chester County and on the Bay.





Enjoy these lovely days...

TGIF,
ABL

The little red box...with screwdriver

While we're on the subject of jewelry that inspires fanatic devotion and obssessive collecting...

I submit...



The red Cartier box is as coveted as the Tiffany blue one...and the history of the Love Bracelet is quite interesting.

The summer of 1969 was a momentous time. And what better way to penetrate the freewheeling hippie movement than with a bracelet inspired by a Chastity belt? Except the Love Bracelet was originally designed to be worn by couples, each person locking their beloved into the piece.

The Cartier Love Bracelet of 1969 was designed by a French jeweler named Aldo Cipullo, who created some amazing pieces for Cartier before his early death at the age of 48 from heart disease. The original gold version was in two pieces, joined together by bolts that could be unlocked with a matching screwdriver.

Cartier originally marketed the Love Bracelet to Hollywood couples only: Ali McGraw and Steve McQueen, and Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton. Now it comes in various metals: gold, rose gold, white gold, platinum, and there's even one in a white enamel, I think. Each comes with a Cartier screwdriver.

I love to wear them in the full stack.

Locked in,
ABL