It’s finally gotten cold enough to start the woodstove in the evenings, and these past few mornings, as well. Leaves are mostly down now, crackling underfoot and tangled in Nanuk’s long fur when she comes back into the house. Iyla proudly showed me the pile she had raked at her house. Then she jumped into their midst, laughing and shouting, reminding me of my own childhood, of piles of leaves my daddy had so carefully and neatly raked together only to stand by, watching his laughing children make a mess of his afternoon’s work. Rituals of childhood, I guess.
Reading through Olivia Larsen’s list of library events, I was shocked to read that the library will be closed next Thursday and Friday for Thanksgiving. It seems so early. Thanksgiving only a week away? I had been thinking about a project to do over Thanksgiving weekend when I had some free time, thinking about it as the end of November, weeks away.
Now that we’re thinking about Thanksgiving, Helene Barr will be leading a free Thanksgiving centerpiece workshop at the library this Sunday afternoon, Nov. 18, at 2 pm. Flowers and containers will be provided, but bring your own scissors, and maybe a mini pumpkin or something special you want to include in your arrangement. Sign-up is required at the library.
Other library events:
The Pinkletinks will be performing at a Rock Concert for Kids this Saturday, Nov. 17, at 3 pm.
On Monday, Nov. 19, 11:30 am, Kanta Lipsky will lead her Balance Class. At 7 pm, Dave Kish will show a documentary film and lead the discussion afterward about 1960s jazz arranger and composer Gary McFarland.
Tuesday, Nov. 20, 10:30 am, the Adult Community Dance Class with the Yard will meet.
The Chilmark Community Church will be hosting a Thanksgiving dinner cooked by the Rev. Charlotte and Tom Wright. Dinner will be served at 1 pm. Anyone who would like to attend will be welcome. If you would like to bring a dish to share it will be appreciated, but not necessary. Call 508-645-3100 for more information, or if you need a ride to the dinner.
I guess this is the appropriate time to rerun my Corn Pudding recipe. Everyone asks for it, so it’s become a Thanksgiving tradition to put it in the column before the holiday.
Preheat oven to 375°.
½ stick of butter, melted
2 eggs, beaten
1 16-oz. can of corn, drained
1 16-oz. can of creamed corn
1 cup of sour cream
1 9-oz. box of Jiffy Corn Muffin mix
Pour into a baking pan or casserole pan. Bake for 35 to 40 minutes, till pudding is set. This recipe is easily doubled for a big group, and it’s very popular at potlucks.
Don’t forget the Farmers Market at the Ag Hall this Saturday, from 10 am to 1 pm. There will be lots of everything anyone could need for making the perfect Thanksgiving dinner.
When I saw Cathlin Baker last Saturday, she was showing off pictures of the new puppy Bill and Pickle had gone off-Island to pick up. The puppy is a cross between a Havanese and a poodle, very cute, with tan and cream curls. He is 9 weeks old, named Artichoke by his besotted mistress, and will be called Artie. Bill reported that Artie and Pickle bonded at first sight. I’m sure they will become a familiar sight around town; it sounds as though they are already inseparable.
The Vineyard Sinfonietta will perform a free concert this Sunday afternoon, Nov. 18, at the Howes House. “From Classical to Pops” will begin at 3 pm.
Condolences to Hasty Runner, whose brother Tersh died on Oct. 27 at his home in Vermont. I have heard so much about him over the years from Hasty, about his skill as a carpenter mostly, described with love and pride by his sister.
Condolences, too, to the Cottle family, for the passing of their patriarch, Edmund Sr., who died on Nov. 9. He was such a lovely, generous man. There will be a graveside service this Saturday afternoon at 1:30 pm at the Lambert’s Cove Cemetery.
There is so much more light in our house now that the leaves are mostly gone. I love seeing the structure of the trees, branches reaching to the sky, twining into intricate patterns, the spaces between them as interesting as the trees themselves. Looking through the frame of a window, the view arranges itself into flattened abstract patterns of colors and light. I could look at them forever.