Lake George is so much more than America’s Queen of Lakes. It provides more memories and evokes such nostalgic feelings for it’s millions of adorers. A boat ride on the Minne-Ha-Ha is an absolute must once in your lifetime. Of course, seeing the majestic lake is an awe inspiring sight. However, your other senses will become alive on this trip! The boat toot-toots melodies from another era. The hot (boiling!) steam sprinkles on your shoulders should you sit near it’s steam pipes, the paddles churn water, and the bellow of it’s deep whistle upon launching will awake your inner child. Yes, yes, this is the ultimate tourist trap, but once in a while, you just have to give in and enjoy the ride.
Bath time with Ivory soap was a given as a kid of the 60’s and 70’s. At least it was in our house. After a long day (or week) outside playing tag, jumping rope, riding bikes and playing in the dirt making roads with match-boxes, taking a bath was inevitable. The soap seemed to be everywhere. In the kitchen, there was Ivory liquid. In the laundry room, there was Ivory Snow, and of course, the bathroom had its bars of Ivory. Ivory seemed to get you squeaky clean- the day’s dirt (or weeks, sometimes) would settle at the bottom of the tub, the Ivory floating on the top. It’s fresh, clean smell is one I will never forget. For this painting, I bought a few bars to photograph and suddenly, I was 8 again, covered in dirt and wanting to be squeaky clean.
Fun and colorful Dots are a happy candy! Yes, most candy is happy, but the color of Dots is truly beautiful. It reminds me of the color of stained glass! Forgive me glass blowers, but I could lost in the shimmer of light coming through a Dot. Not to mention, they’re tasty, too! If only there were more than five in a box….
Paper maps seem to be just for decoration and collage projects these days, maybe the rare emergency! There was a time, when you would open the glove compartment, and they would spring out like a jack-in-the-box! We had maps. Maps of states, cities- local road maps…but I don’t recall them ever being used. My parents instilled in all their children a sense of adventure. We would turn down random Adirondack roads in search of any sign of wildlife. Eventually, we would make it back to home base. My own kids have the same love of discovering what’s around the next Adirondack bend…except Siri or Garmin is with them all the way!
Picking the perfect picnic spot had its own rituals. Where was the water? Is the table flat? Does the grill seem ok? Will it be sunny? Shady? Where is the bathroom? Is there room for the kids to play Frisbee? Once it passed all the checkpoints, it was time to unload the car. Coolers, lawn chairs, the lawn games-Jarts, croquet, badminton, volleyball…seems like we would bring more for a picnic than camping. Then there was the galvanized bucket filled with soda and beers for the day. The smell of the charcoal lighting filled the air, along with the drenching of Off. And so, a day of picnicking in Saratoga State Park would begin.
Good to the last sip
The last sip of Tang was always an explosion of flavor…sort of like eating a candy orange slice-pure sugar. But how I loved that Tang- right to the last sip. It never seemed to dissolve, probably because I drank it so quickly. In my ideal life, I would have drank it out of a fancy juice glass, like this one is, but I probably drank it out of some stained plastic Tupperware cup. To this day, I still buy Tang- my family thinks I’m nuts, but a spoonful tastes really good in iced tea! I just hope they don’t stop making it. If it was good enough for the astronauts…
*Technical note: This was the first time I painted glass and it’s reflection. Very difficult- I have such respect for hyperrealists that hit this spot on… It was challenging, but I enjoyed the challenge!
I never knew growing up that there were such things as black raspberries and red raspberries….I just thought raspberries. Even though I loved Stewarts black raspberry ice-cream, I thought all raspberries were the same! The window for ripe raspberries is slim in New York. I found out recently, my father has some growing in his backyard, most likely from a bird dropping its seeds! I always feel like a thief scoping out neighbors yards or the sides of the roads for raspberries. Little did I know they were in my back yard all along! Here’s to the raspberry…red & black…living in harmony!