So as a part of Claire and I’s getting used to this whole “marrying each other thing” we’ve been talking a lot about our families.
One of the funny things about my family is that my mother loves ghost stories. When she was a kid -to hear her tell it- she had a pet ghost named Alice. The stories that my mother and her sister tell are both funny, and frightening, and probably why I still don’t like to sleep in the house they grew up in. The Grand Strand of South Carolina has been continuously inhabited (by non-Natives) since the 1670s. It’s seen countless skirmishes, slavery, a war, and all the other detritus & minutiae of human life. My mother says that these emotions and strife of people are what causes ghosts to appear and stay around a place. And since this is a woman who used to take all her high school friends on “Ghost Hunts” on weekends, I’m inclined to believe her.
When I told Claire about my haunted background, she was a bit apprehensive. But I have proof. Continue reading
Since we’ve decided to stay in our lovely little carriage house, it’s only appropriate that I share this with you.
Apparently, New York City used to have a city-wide “Moving Day” every May 1 at 9am. All leases ended on this day and everyone moved. Davy Crocket witnessed it in 1834:
By the time we returned down Broadway, it seemed to me that the city was flying before some awful calamity. ‘Why,’ said I, ‘Colonel, what under heaven is the matter? Everyone appears to be pitching out their furniture, and packing it off.’ He laughed, and said this was the general ‘moving day.’ Such a sight nobody ever saw unless it was in this same city. It seemed a kind of frolic, as if they were changing houses just for fun. Every street was crowded with carts, drays, and people. So the world goes. It would take a good deal to get me out of my log-house; but here, I understand, many persons ‘move’ every year.
Apparently, this tradition continued until World War 2 when there weren’t enough men around to move everyone at once.
Luckily, we’ve got another year or so in our little, inconvenient, heavenly house.
Like me, Jamey really likes sweets. And desserts. And stuff with sugar in general.
What’s weird to me, though, is that he prefers sugary, fruity things over anything else. I on the other hand would probably eat my fingers if they were covered in chocolate, since chocolate is all I really need in life.
Which is why this conversation did not surprise me in the least:
Claire: What do you think of angel food cake?
Jamey: Meh. [Translation: I’m not motivated to care.]
Claire: What would you think of angel food cake if it looked like this and was on our gorgeous registry cake stand?
Angel food. With strawberries. On a cake stand. Simple, really.
Jamey: (serious pause.) Meh…? [Translation: I could be convinced.]
As you can see, I have a lifetime conflict ahead of me.
I don’t know, dude, but I have one word: Bacon.
I like this game. People should definitely write us or search their way here with life’s burning questions. Clearly Jamey and I have the answers to everything, even if it’s just applying the mathematical equation that allows us to reach an understanding of why I am madly in love.
Oh, and you can bet I will follow up that post with my own version soon enough. Of course I have 38 loves that I’ve already considered for marriage! It’s how I roll.