Garden District Holiday Tour Of Homes

 

Above is the Sinclair house, built in the late 1850s, perhaps designed by James Gallier, Jr. or Henry Howard, two well-known architects of the period. In 1935, in the midst of the depression, the house sold for $500. Imagine. Inside, the house is furnished with French antiques of museum quality. To say that the interior decor is opulent is close to an understatement. I'd have no trouble imagining that I was inside Le Petit Trianon. I did not take pictures inside any of the houses, with one exception, because no one else was taking pictures.

 

The photo above is the exception, a photo of Carl Mack, who played Christmas music on his xylophone in the Sinclair house. After I took the first picture, Carl stopped playing and struck a pose for me. In each house, we were treated to a performance by live musicians. I promised Carl a plug, so if you would like him to perform at your party, you can inquire at Carl Mack Presents.

 

The Dickie Brennan home, built around 1884. Dickie is a member of the Brennan restaurant family of Brennan's Restaurant and Commander's Palace fame. Dickie owns The Palace Café, Dickie Brennans's Steak House, and Bourbon House Seafood & Oyster Bar. When Dickie opened his steak house restaurant, there was an intra-family feud about the Brennan name trademark that was decided in the US Supreme Court. Dickie was allowed to use his name in the steak house, which seems only fair.

 

The Toby-Westfeldt house was the oldest home on the tour and is the oldest house in the Garden District, dating to 1838.

On one wall in the house is a portrait of a man wearing a white linen suit. The outfit is soooo New Orleans. The linen suit and the blue and white striped seersucker suit were the summer uniforms of the businessmen in the olden days. In fact, even today, I see men in seersucker suits from time to time.

We visited six of the eight houses on the tour, before our feet gave out, and the houses began to run together in our heads. The tour is always enjoyable, but I don't believe we have ever visited all the houses. Last year, we missed only one.

If I could afford it, I'd like to have a house similar to the example pictured below. The home was not on the tour, but because I love the style, I took a picture. Many similar houses can be found throughout the Garden District and in other of the older parts of New Orleans. The description of the style of architecture of the house is below the picture.

 

Double-Gallery House
1820-1850. Found in the Lower Garden District, Garden District, Uptown, Esplanade Ridge. Two-story structure raised on low brick piers. Side-gabled or hipped roof. Structure set back from property line. Covered two-story galleries framed by columns supporting entablature. Asymmetrical arrangement of facade openings.

To learn more about the fabulous architecture found throughout New Orleans, visit the Preservation Resource Center at: www.prcno.org or book a trip to New Orleans and see this treasure trove filled with architectural gems.

From NewOrleansOnline.

Photo of the Toby-Westfeldt house from Tulane University Archives.

Two New Pope Saints?

From the Wall Street Journal:

Pope Benedict XVI signed a decree on Saturday recognizing the "heroic virtues" of Pope John Paul II and Pope Pius XII, a move that advances both of the late pontiffs along the path to sainthood.

Pope Benedict was widely expected to approve the candidacy of John Paul II, who he placed Vatican fast-track to sainthood shortly after the cries of "santo subito, or "sainthood now," rang out during his funeral in the spring of 2005.

Pope Benedict's decision to approve the heroic virtues of Pius XII, however, came as a surprise. Supporters of Pius XII, who led the Roman Catholic Church during World War II, have long pushed for his sainthood. The campaign has stumbled over the years, however, amid criticism from Jewish groups who say Pius XII didn't take sufficient action to challenge the deportation of European Jews to Nazi death camps.

Both popes still have a number of hurdles to clear before they reach sainthood. Pope Benedict and Vatican officials will review evidence that each man intervened from beyond the grave to perform miracles. One papal-approved miracle is required for a person to reach beatification, whereby the candidate is declared "blessed." A second papal-approved miracle is necessary for canonization, or sainthood.

I burst out laughing at the image of the two popes clearing hurdles from beyond the grave. And the miracle proof requirement for sainthood is ludicrous.

Jewish groups are not the only people who question Pius XII's weak protests against the Nazis during the Holocaust. Many thinking Gentiles have questions, also. The Vatican says if Pius XII had spoken out strongly, he would have made the situation worse.

From Yahoo News:

The Anti-Defamation League and American Jewish Committee said the move was premature given the Vatican still hasn't opened up to outside historians its secret archives from Pius' 1939-1958 pontificate. The Vatican says the 16 million files won't be ready until 2014 at the earliest.

"While it is obviously up to the Vatican to determine who its saints are, the church's repeated insistence that it seeks mutually respectful ties with the Jewish community ought to mean taking our sensitivities into account on this most crucial historical era," said David Harris, executive director of the American Jewish Committee.

Abraham Foxman, a Holocaust survivor and the Anti-Defamation League's national director, said he was disappointed that the pope had taken the decision while the historical jury is still out on Pius' record.

"I can't understand the rush, especially while there are still survivors who are alive who feel the issue very, very deeply and are being told the files need time to be processed. What's the imperative?"

What if explosive new and negative information is found in the Vatican archives for the period?

Pius XII and John-Paul II may now be called venerable.

My Dream Of A Not-Mad Priest

Last night I dreamed that a priest named Jonathan flew over the ocean from England in an airplane, made his way to Thibodaux on his own, and met me at Nicholls State University here in town. Jonathan looked nothing like the other English Jonathan whom I know. He was much shorter, about my height (5'7"), had a thick mane of wavy, carrot-colored hair, not a blazing carrot color, but a quiet carrot shade, wore metal-framed glasses, and was of stocky build.

I ooohed and aaahed and said, "You did it! And all your own!" His wife did not make the trip. We chatted for a bit, and then I asked Jonathan what he would like to do first. We decided to have a meal at one of the campus eateries. For some reason, we had to go our separate ways briefly, intending to meet again shortly to eat. Our mistake was not to settle on which cafeteria or café on the campus we would meet. I spent the rest of the dream wandering from one eatery to another on the campus and never finding Jonathan. End of dream.

Oh, that I were Adrian Worsfold and could draw a picture of the dream Jonathan. I've been asked whether I dream in color, but I could never answer because I couldn't remember if I did nor not. Now I know. The image of the dream Jonathan remains quite vivid today, and, for some strange reason, I'd like to draw the man and see the picture before me. Why is it that certain dream images have such an impact?

When I met the other Jonathan, MadPriest, he did not seem so very mad to me, hardly mad at all.

O Clavis David

December 20

O Clavis David, et sceptrum domus Israel;
qui aperis, et nemo claudit; claudis, et nemo aperit:
veni, et educ vinctum de domo carceris, sedentem in tenebris, et umbra mortis.

O Key of David, and Sceptre of the house of Israel,
that openeth and no man shutteth, and shutteth and no man openeth,
come to liberate the prisoner from the prison, and them that sit in darkness, and in the shadow of death.


Isaiah 22:22

I will place on his shoulder the key of the house of David;
he shall open, and no one shall shut;
he shall shut, and no one shall open.


Antiphon sung by the Dominican student brothers at Oxford.

Text from Fish Eaters.

"Joys Seven"

The carol "Joys Seven" sung by the Choir of King's College, Cambridge.

Yes, it's a carol before Christmas Eve. So sue me.

Inspired by Rmj at Adventus, who posted the words to the carol.

Update On Sammy Cat

Dear Mimi,

Please convey my heartfelt thanks to all who have been praying for Sammy Cat and me. After Sammy's ultrasound I had a consult with the radiologist and internist. Both doctors agreed that Sammy either has inflammatory bowel disease or gastrointestinal lymphoma. Both felt that IBD was more likely given her age and general health. Sam would have to have an endoscopy and biopsy for a definite diagnosis. We are not out of the woods yet, but are going ahead with a totally new diet and some additional blood tests. If IBD is the issue we may be able to control it with diet and some medication. Keep on praying!

God bless all of my friends in Blog Land!

Whiteycat

Ouch!

Check out Jim Naughton's thoughts on the consequences of not signing the Covenant at The Lead. The beginning:

A few stray thoughts on the Anglican Covenant and the recent meeting of the Central Committee of the Anglican Communion (I can't bring myself to accept the power-grab-by-name- change that Rowan Williams has affected by calling this thing a Standing Committee, so I am using another name).

From the final Paragraph:

Finally, I think we need to stop thinking of Rowan Williams as a gentle, scholarly soul caught between warring parties, doing his best to make peace.

Do read the entire post.

CHRISTMAS AT ROCK-AWAY REST

'Twas the night before Christmas at Rock-Away Rest,
and all of us seniors were looking our best.
Our glasses, how sparkly, our wrinkles, how merry;
Our punchbowl held prune juice plus three drops of sherry.

A bedsock was taped to each walker, in hope
That Santa would bring us soft candy and soap.
We surely were lucky to be there with friends,
Secure in this residence and in our Depends.

Our grandkids had sent us some Christmasy crafts,
Like angels in snowsuits and penguins on rafts.
The dental assistant had borrowed our teeth,
And from them she'd crafted a holiday wreath.

The bed pans, so shiny, all stood in a row,
Reflecting our candle's magnificent glow.
Our supper so festive -- the joy wouldn't stop --
Was creamy warm oatmeal with sprinkles on top.

Our salad was Jell-O, so jiggly and great,
Then puree of fruitcake was spooned on each plate.
The social director then had us play games,
Like "Where Are You Living?" and "What Are Your Names?"

Old Grandfather Looper was feeling his oats,
Proclaiming that reindeer were nothing but goats.
Our resident wand'rer was tied to her chair,
In hopes that at bedtime she still would be there.

Security lights on the new fallen snow
Made outdoors seem noon to the old folks below.
Then out on the porch there arose quite a clatter
(But we are so deaf that it just didn't matter).

A strange little fellow flew in through the door,
Then tripped on the sill and fell flat on the floor.
'Twas just our director, all togged out in red.
He jiggled and chuckled and patted each head.

We knew from the way that he strutted and jived
Our social- security checks had arrived.
We sang -- how we sang -- in our monotone croak,
Till the clock tinkled out its soft eight-p.m. stroke.

And soon we were snuggling deep in our beds.
While nurses distributed nocturnal meds.
And so ends our Christmas at Rock-Away Rest.
'fore long you'll be with us, We wish you the best!

Don't blame me. Blame Robert.

Story Of The Day - Flight

I knew a man in college who grew up in
the inner city of Chicago & what he was
doing in Iowa I never did figure out. But
whenever he would see a jet trailing
across the sky, he would stop everything
he was doing & he would watch. Once,
after a jet was gone & there was nothing
left but the white line disappearing like
a scar into the blue, he turned to me &
said, An airplane is a miracle & I didn't
give it much thought, but now & then,
when I am ready to give up hope for
human beings in general, & for one or
two of them who are bugging me
specifically, I will look to the sky & there
will be one of those miracles & I will
remember it's all about concentrating
on the right thing.


From StoryPeople.

Louisiana Is First In Something Good!

From USA today:

A CDC released a four-year, 1.3 million-person study on happiness: Apparently the happiest Americans are in Louisiana, while the Empire State (N.Y.) is leaving people least satisfied.
....

If you compare the ranking of happiest states to the 2008 American Religious Identification Survey, is it interesting that New York has almost double the people who report "no religion" as Louisiana (14% vs. 8%)? Or not, since Florida, which ranked third in happiness, tied with New York for "Nones"?

The list is here.

Ranking No. 1 in happiness was Louisiana, home of Dixieland music and Cajun/Creole cooking.

Now I understand why I'm always ecstatic! The music and the food surely don't hurt. Check for religion. I'd have thought the percentage of folks who claim to be religious would be higher in Louisiana, but perhaps I misjudge the numbers of young people who are dropping out.

What a surprise! Louisiana usually ranks at the bottom in good qualities and at the top in worst qualities.

Thanks to Ann, and I read the good news in the paper yesterday.