Thursday, April 14, 2011

A Few Days in the City

A short trip to Boston brought me much joy. Just opened was a Dale Chihuly installation at the MFA.

These are actually glass baskets, inspired by Western Native American ones. They are exquisite and wowed me with their tribute to the human imagination, most notably Chihuly's.
Called Ikebana Boat, this structure is filled with glass flowers and reckons back to the artist's youth spent in his mother's garden.
Amazing fiery plants appear to be growing in the grass in the courtyard, with statuary overseeing it all. Please, can they stay, after the exhibition has moved on??
In the new cafe is a spiky cactus-like plant that reaches toward the ceiling and radiates brilliant light.
The most meditative of Chihuly's work concludes the exhibit. These cool, light shafts emanate out of birch logs.
In Dylan's Mexican bag, featured here, I snuck in a ball cap. Thank goodness, as it turned out to be his favorite part. He wore it everywhere during the time I was at his house.
and Yes, he liked the toy too, so primitive and folk-arty, so non-tehcno, but he liked pushing the button and seeing the tiger and trainer go at it. They DO look a bit fierce.
Sophia incorporated Soledad's doll into her fantasy play right away. This whimsical little chica now plays with fairies and Barbies.
The loteria game was a success with both kids, separately. And being so young, it is no problem learning the Mexican names for the objects, including Muerte with his scythe.
Through it all, my diligent d-i-l plumbed and plumbed some more, as well as cooked dinners and made the yummiest cookies on the planet, for which I am ever grateful.

Sunday, April 10, 2011

First Post!

This blog is the same as the former www.mifflettes.com. That blog too was called GRAMILY but now the url address is merely what you see: http://gramily.blogspot.com. I hope this isn't too confusing for any readers. As it is, I test readers' patience by not posting for months at a time. Here we go.

T and I had separate Latin American vacations this winter. While on his, T collected all the little gems that are displayed here on a Japanese enamelware tray. There are some real gems. The bouquet was exquisitely preserved and pressed, flat and tied with lovely orange ribbon. I barely managed to get it from Houston to Boston without destroying it, while he carried it around for a month.

He reported being in sand dollar heaven and brought back far more sand dollars than you see here. These are the survivors.

Heart rocks, heart shells, heart fragments all added up to a great cache. One is suitable for making into a necklace. It even has a tiny hole at just the right place and is PINK!
The snow isn't quite all gone, but my first robin made an appearance today. That is always a regional joy, a once a year event that makes my heart beat faster for a couple of seconds. Welcome, Robin Redbreast, to Maine!



Thursday, March 31, 2011

Es hora de decir adios

With a weather forecast of 8 to 15 inches of snow in Maine tomorrow, I am not relishing leaving this city of color and warmth. Nonetheless I am looking forward to seeing loved ones and being home, home, home.





Tuesday, March 29, 2011

¡ Vive Mexico!

We took a trip to a small town that is dominated by a monolith, Bernal, MX. Actually, though dominated by a monolith, it is really dominated by tourism. This little girl captured my attention because she was reading the newspaper being handed out to passersby. After I took her photo, I told her she was very beautiful, and then I got an even better photo because she burst into a huge smile and thanked me. My favorite photos in Mexico are of the children.

I loved these marimba players. Their music added to the ambiance of the day. They'd pick up this instrument and set up in locations all around town. I was happy to donate 20 pesos to them, and even happier when asked a second and third time, that I was able to say, " ¡ya hice!" Learning the preterite has been so helpful.

The sombrero that I got in Patzcuaro blows off my head when it is windy, so I brought it to my favorite cobbler and asked him to put in two grommeted holes and fit it with a long leather cord to tie under my chin. He was called at home and while I waited for him, I admired the many old tiles on his floor.

Woven plastic bags are owned by all the locals and used daily. They're remarkable in that they are durable, colorful, basic and ever so handy. These four are outfitted for the grandkids, ready to go back to the States, filled with Mexican tchochke.

Mexican Meter Man. At this moment he is writing out a ticket for one of these vehicles.

Sunday, March 20, 2011

Primavera

Local kindergartners (jardin de niƱos) herald the spring season by parading through el jardin in costumes which celebrate nature and new beginnings (and quite a few princesses). The audience waits 30 to 40 minutes for the start of the procession. The paraders too, must endure hours of preparation and quite a long walk in costume. I'm impressed with their young patience.









Monday, March 14, 2011

Juxtapositions in Michoacan


What does this mean, to see a dollar bill in the hands of a Mexican priest figure in a nichos at a church?
These sisters delighted me with their beauty and charm. Ages about 6 and 4.
Note the life size Christ figure in a room all his own and the sale of cast iron sinks in the front yard.
What ritual do these chrysanthemums denote, along with purple ribbon decorating an entryway to a home?
Street art way out in the hinterlands, looking very modern to me.