Wednesday, March 16, 2016

The Georgia Town That Henry Ford Built

When Mr. Henry Ford, founder of the Ford Motor Company, and his wife Clara tired of cold Michigan winters, Henry bought 85,000 acres of land and in 1936 built Clara's dream house on the Ogeechee River in the poorest county in Georgia. The mansion had a marble staircase, air conditioning, an elevator, and such distinguished guests as the Vanderbilts, the Duponts, the Rockefellers, Thomas Edison, and Harvey Firestone.

Richmond Hill,

summer home of Henry Ford

 

Never one to loll around tanning and crabbing, Henry converted an old rice mill into a laboratory to work on inventions to improve the Ford Motor Company, including, he hoped, a Georgia rubber plantation to supply rubber for his factory.

The mansion isn't open to the public (although The Writer stayed there to write a book for a Saudi prince who owned it for a time. There was much wine, women, and frolicking in the reflecting pond until one night the prince disappeared on his huge yacht and fled the country. It was later revealed that he had been dipping into the family checkbook without permission.) Back to Henry.

Henry was deeply affected by the poverty, ignorance, and isolation of the people he found living in the area and beginning in the 1920s he set about making their lives better.

A small museum tells the story.

That's Hub on the porch. He took us under his wing and for two very enjoyable hours told us stories about Henry Ford and Richmond Hill, Georgia. The museum was built by Ford as a kindergarten for area children.

Ford built schools for all ages, both black and white, including a trade school, and imported trained teachers from the North, paid their salaries, and built homes for them. Students were given free meals cooked in the school kitchens.

He built a church and businesses to give the people jobs and his 600 employees and their families got a free house to live in. He brought medical care to the community and art and entertainment, including social dances every Saturday night. He built a hospital and a community kitchen where girls were taught skills and community dinners were served.

He drained swamps and turned old rice fields into lettuce production.

 

Best of all are the stories of how Ford took a personal interest in individuals and cared enough to make their lives better. And there were dozens of these stories.

An elderly former slave, Jane Lewis, was found to be living in complete poverty in a run-down shack.

When Ford heard about her, he had a house built for her and his wife Clara picked out paint colors and furniture to furnish it. He provided health care, food, and everything else the woman needed until her death.

 

 

 

 

When Ford heard that the daughter of one of his employees had polio and was unable to walk he purchased a wheelchair for her and arranged to have her sent north to specialists.

When she returned he provided a car to pick her up and take her to school every day and later paid for her college education.

On the far left is a dough mixer he bought for a baker when he saw her mixing vast quantities of dough by hand.

Henry Ford was a complicated man. His political and social views were unpopular and controversial and he seems to have been very hard on his only son, Edsel. But he is the man known for inventing an automobile that ordinary people could afford and judging by the town he built in Georgia, he was someone who cared about people.

 

Saturday, March 12, 2016

Learning the Rhythm of the Low Country

It's been a very long time since my year had a completely new rhythm to it and I didn't know what to expect. The natural world in Minnesota couldn't be any more different from South Carolina, and every week brings a new surprise.

 

 

 

 

The buds on the sweet gums became leaves overnight.

 

 

The land around us used to grow rice and cotton and I can only imagine what the seasons' rhythms were like then. Once those crops were no longer profitable, those plantations became pine plantations to feed the paper and building industries.

On the other side of our road is a pine plantation and the piney woods where we walk most every day. Yesterday men with flame throwers came to set the woods on fire and burn the underbrush.

 

There was lots of smoke so we closed up all the windows and left for the day.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A few fallen logs were still smoldering this morning.

Still acrid and sharp, the smell hung over the field just beyond the woods.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The heavy yellow pollen bombs hang in the pines, ready to coat everything,

and I mean EVERYTHING,

with their sticky pollen.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It's daffodil time and this is a daffodil field near friends' house on Rabbit Island.

It just opened for the season this week.

 

 

 

The small sign on the far left tells pickers to watch out for fire ants. If you've never felt their bite ... well, you do not want to!

And unfortunately you never get just one as several tend to swarm upon you and one ant can inflict more than one bite before you can get it off.

 

Say good morning to Bob. She is giving me the stink eye for allowing this bath to happen to her. Spring cleaning you know.

You can say hello to The Writer, too, if you'd like. He's in charge of dog baths.

I take care of the cat. She takes her own baths.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And these pictures are for Far Side, who also has a border collie, Chance. You can read her Minnesota blog here.

http://farsideoffifty.blogspot.com/

 

 

Bob.

Border collie. Herder of all things. Ball obsessed. Vacuum cleaner attacker. Roller in deer, um, manure.

She's six.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tybee

Was once the cutest Chow puppy ever born (I hear).

Almost 17. Grumpy old man with dragon breath. Smokes cigars. Arthritic.

On principle performs the opposite of any command or request.

 

 

 

 

 

Wednesday, March 9, 2016

More Than You Probably Wanted to Know

... about this little lady, our 9-banded armadillo.

Erma is back!

Border collie Bob went into her* frantic armadillo dance on the deck. I told her she was silly, Erma didn't live here anymore, and then immediately watched an armadillo rustle out from underneath, ignore me completely to gather a pile of leaves, and pull them back under to make her nest.

Sorry for doubting you, Bob!

 

*(Bob is a girl. The Writer always wanted a dog named Bob. She doesn't care.)

Contrary to my report last fall, Erma apparently wasn't the one killed on the road in front of our house.

Maybe it was her paramour, father of this year's quads. Or maybe it was Erma and this one took over her home beneath the deck. It's not easy to tell one armadillo from another.

Did you know ...

  • Armadillos are one of the few animals who consume fire ants as part of their diet. They also eat roaches. As far as I'm concerned, that makes them heroes! Anything that eats fireants is a friend of mine.
  • Armadillos have four babies at a time, always all the same sex. Their shells don't harden until after they are born and they stay with the mother for a year.
  • Armadillos sleep an average of 18.5 hours a day.
  • Armadillos can walk underwater and/or inflate their stomachs and intestines with air and float.
  • Armadillos are the only animal besides humans that can get leprosy. People can only get it from them if they eat them or handle them extensively and then it is still extremely rare.
  • When an armadillo is frightened it jumps straight into the air.
  • There are over 50 million armadillos in the US.
I'll leave you with an armadillo joke my grandson told me when he was five.

Why did the chicken cross the road?

To show the armadillo how!

 

Tuesday, March 8, 2016

It's Just Too Nice!

I can't imagine weather more perfect.

The trees are budding, flowers blooming, anoles catching flies, big yellow butterflies,

birds everywhere (can't keep the feeder supplied), a bumblebee buzzing.

How am I supposed to get anything done?

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The spring days start with

a view like this

from the deck.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Morning walk at

Shelter Cove Harbor

 

 

 

 

Neptune is on guard

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Back to the deck, meet a member of our Fly and Mosquito Eradication Team, Anole 1.

We have three on duty today and believe me, they are well fed!

 

 

 

 

I did manage to stay inside long enough to dust, vacuum, and put up some Easter-y decorations. My sister and I made these with my mom when we were kids after we picked up shells on a vacation in Florida. At one time there were enough for a whole Easter tree but I only have four left.

They'll never make it into House Beautiful but it's not Easter without them!

 

 

I saw these at the store yesterday, an addition to my Southern Foods education.

Ack!

I would not like my potato chips to taste anything like biscuits and gravy!

 

 

 

 

And now I am going back outside to pot plants on the deck.

Chicken on the barbie for dinner.

Ya'll all come!

 

Thursday, March 3, 2016

Take Heart, Ye Northerners

Spring is on the move!

 

Daffodils

at the farmers' market

 

 

The pick-your-own farm

will be open soon.

 

 

This little screech owl likes to be gently stroked. His feathers were the softest, smoothest thing you can imagine.

He lost his eye when he was hit by a car so he will never be able to be released in the wild. He has a new job as an education owl.

 

 

 

 

We had a nice visit with the owl lady. A retired teacher, she moved here from the North to start a new career taking care of injured owls and educating the public, especially Low Country children, about them.

This is a barred owl.

His call sounds like, "Who-who-who, Who cooks for you?"

And I know, this photo has nothing to do with spring.

His daddy took it while my daughter was gone and sent it with the caption, "Not sure what he was doing over there on the couch by himself."

Any ideas?

 

Monday, February 29, 2016

Spring Cleaning

I'm on my own today and got bitten by the spring cleaning bug. The weather has been fantastic, sunny and in the 70s, for several days. Radishes and spinach in the raised bed are up and growing. Azaleas and camellias are in full bloom, and I decided it was time to clean up the water's edge.

 

I wish I had taken a "before" photo but I was in a hurry to get started and I forgot. Suffice it to say our view of the dock and water had become seriously impeded by overgrown brush and trees. It took me all morning, but look!

We have our view back.

 

 

When I started, the tide was out

and I was walking in sucky pluff mud and tall spartina grass..

I love an excuse to wear my polka dot boots!

 

 

 

 

We call this pine tree the woodpecker tree.

It's mostly dead, bark stripped, full of holes from the pair of pileated woodpeckers that nests nearby. It's really, really tall.

Can't imagine why it's still standing.

 

 

I picked up the trash that comes in on the tide as I worked.

This is many months' accumulation, so not too bad. I wonder where the work glove came from.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hurricanes have downed trees that you can't see until you get right down by the water.

They are works of art, sculptures created by Mother Nature.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Most of our dock was taken out by a big storm.

Docks are very expensive so it won't be replaced until we decide if we are going to live here.

 

 

 

 

 

 

There is a pile of oyster shells, memories of past oyster roasts. We have an oyster bed right near the old dock but we have never harvested the oysters.

Maybe one of these days ....

 

 

 

 

I cleaned the mud off my boots and the knees of my pants (because of course I fell in the mud a couple times!), took a shower, and now I'm sitting in a chair right next to the pile of oyster shells, writing this and enjoying the much improved view.

 

Friday, February 26, 2016

Far-Flung Family - Vietnam Edition

My daughter is in Vietnam for a couple weeks as part of a program for leaders in agriculture for the state of Minnesota. It's a two-year program and 20 are chosen to participate. The culminating activity is a trip to meet with leaders in agriculture in another country. All expenses are paid by the program!

I thought I'd share a few photos she has sent me over the first few days.

 

 

Halong Bay.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

They have toured oyster, shrimp, and crab farms and pineapple plantations near Hanoi...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

...experienced the fisherman's life on the water and exchanged fishing stories about Minnesota

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

... gone to market with Vietnamese fruit and vegetable farmers.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

...learned how rice is grown and helped with planting

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

...ridden working water buffalo

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

...walked down a country lane

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

...and been invited to stop for unscheduled tea and tour of this little farm -all 20 of them!- by a friendly farmer.

 

 

 

 

My daughter is on the left. She is the policy director for the Minnesota Corn Growers Association and their liaison with federal and state government.

They are only half way through their trip.