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Preface Adaline Pates Potter, known to all as Pates (pate eze) came to Mount Holyoke College from western Pennsylvania with the firm, if romantic, intention of majoring in French and joining the US Consular Service on graduation. She blamed her inability to discipline her love of telling tales on her Kentucky father and on her mother and four siblings, all of whom were passionate readers and indulgent listeners.
So I shall start with a brief outline of the Mount Holyoke College community of which we were only a part. A returning alumna trying to find the Mount Holyoke she knew in the late a€?twenties, would see much to reassure her if she drove along College Street. Yet, back of the faA§ade, the college has changed not only structurally but essentially, and one of those most essential changes is the student body.
Most of us were Protestant: Congregationalist, Presbyterian, or Methodist, although there was a sprinkling of Episcopalians and Quakers.
If all that lack of variety -- social, religious, and class -- made us parochial in outlook, it was also the basis for what I find the most distinguishing and influential characteristic of the college I knew: we were classless. It all happened between September 1928 and June 1929; that was a very far-off time -- sixty-seven or sixty-eight years ago, to be specific. If Sycamores has ghosts today, I think they are not of the students I knew there, but Margaret, Nellie, and Dunk, assuming still their roles as guardians of the house. Later came the daffodils, narcissus, and hyacinths in clumps at the bases of the big trees, filling the borders, escaping somehow into the wilderness beyond the grape arbor.
Naturally, being girls still, we did not confine our reaction to the garden to aesthetic raptures.
Having chosen Sycamores for its eighteenth-century charm, we tried to furnish our rooms in the spirit of the house, at least in so far as our not very knowledgeable taste, our pocketbooks, and our comfort allowed.
We had the southwest room at the top of the stairs on the second floor, the one with its own dogleg staircase leading to a locked door on the third floor.
We tried to make the double desk, again college-issue, as inconspicuous as possibly by setting it to the left of the door; at least, it didna€™t strike the eye as one entered. In the fall of 1971 or a€?72, the Dean of Students office, faced with a shortage of rooms for an unexpectedly large freshman classand having on its hands an empty Sycamores -- if a really old house so full of memories can ever be called a€?emptya€? -- decided to move foreign students from Dickinson, where most of those on the graduate level had been housed for at least twenty years, to Sycamores; that is, from the extreme south end of campus to the even more extreme north. As foreign student adviserI was worried about the change, but since I had been presented with a fait accompli, I had no opportunity to raise the questions that troubled me. I must confess that it worked out fairly well, though the difficulties Ia€™d predicted did arise. Despite their initial disappointment, they began to accept the situation, and gave in gracefully, or at least, not too plaintively, as they fell into the rhythms of their adopted life. Second semester had begun, everyone had returned, somewhat gratefully, to the safety of campus after the confusing scramble of Christmas vacation, and everyone had settled in nicely, I thought. So she went off with the key and it was so effective that Miss Lyon returned to wherever she had walked in my day, and never turned up at Sycamores again.
Our relationship with our Head of Hall was fairly close, but our meetings usually took place at meals, in the halls, or in our own rooms, though Evelyn Ladd, as House President, probably saw more of her than I was aware of. We knew, of the room itself, that one whole wall was white-painted paneling with a fireplace, and that it was fitted up like a sitting room, with chairs and a cot, of the sort we students had, with a serviceable dark green couch-cover. This juxtaposition of bathroom and Miss Dunklee was at the heart of one of our more dramatic experiences that winter. My memory may be wrong: it couldna€™t have been more than a healthy trickle, though a reprehensible one, after all. Still there were, there had to be, lapses; further disappointments for Miss Dunklee, though none so serious as the bath episode.
Whatever the reason for our unease, an evening came when we feared that the sheer numbers of our small infractions had accomplished what one serious carelessness had failed to do: discouraged Dunk irrevocably. She smiled benignly, went into her room, and shut the door, leaving us to trail upstairs feeling, if truth must be told, a little flat. The name a€?Sycamoresa€? brings up memories of one of the happiest years of my College life. I wish I could recall when we first had Sycamoresa€™ Delight, and I wish I could say that it was something Escoffier would have risked his life for. Since ordinary dates were usually confined to weekends, a week day was chosen for this occasion, in order to highlight the glory.
Meanwhile, the two young lady dates, having got themselves dressed for an evening out, were lurking on the second floor at the top of the stairs. About the other, I can be more sure and detailed, though the 1931 Llamarada, placing that wintera€™s Llamie Dance in late October, shakes my certainty about the background.
There was much good-natured chaffing as each date boasted of his prowess as a trencherman and vowed to add his name to the list.
Feminine modesty required observance of two conflicting dicta: one did not interfere with the innocent pleasures of onea€™s date, and one did not allow notoriety, especially if there was any danger that it might be accompanied by public ridicule. Friday nights, Saturdays, and Sundays differed somewhat from class days, and greatly and crucially from the present weekends. Within that routine, there were, naturally, variations, sometimes worthy to my nostalgic mind of treatment in some detail, sometimes very minor but insisting on a brief notice.
Some of our elders, and some of the more conventional of us, must have thought there were other, more dangerous flames that year, for 1929 was an election year and, though the Republican Herbert Hoover became president that fall, despite my own staunch adherence to the Democratic party, radical criticism, even some talk of listening to the demands of a€?those unionsa€?, was in the air. For the most part, though, our interests and activities were confined to college and, more specifically, the dorm.
Such long walks were common for us in spite of the skirts we still wore everywhere, but they tended to be informal.
Some of our walking was less healthy that sophomore year than Outing Club hiking; the fall of 1928 saw the Administrationa€™s capitulation to the Campus cigarette lobby. In those days, one of the entertainment glories of the Connecticut Valley was the Court Square Theater in Springfield. One incident that really had nothing to do with Sycamores but certainly lent flavor to our lives there, took place during the winter. A function of Jeanette Marksa€™s Play Shop was to lend its expertise to the foreign language departments when they put on their annual plays. More connected to Sycamores was one more of these passing events, small in itself but important to the participants; in this case, to me.
Sophomore year, as Ia€™ve said, was the year a class began to define itself as a part of the college community.


Each class inherited its color -- red or blue, green or yellow -- and its heraldic emblem -- lion or Pegasus, griffin or Sphinx -- but the song had to be original. End of an extraordinarily satisfying year for seventeen sophomores and for one -- yes, I really do believe it -- often distraught head-resident. The only explanation I can advance for such an uncharacteristic omission is that this was a a€?middlea€? college year, merely the end of a dormitory, not the end of college.
Nevertheless -- here the story-teller gives a shout of triumph -- I do remember most fondly and with a little hindsight embarrassment one event that might be described as a climax of sorts: Dunka€™s final attempt to give pleasure to a€?her housea€?. I cana€™t say whether I had an exam that morning, but I do recall the late May flowers and fragrance and our great pleasure when Dunk told us as we assembled for lunch that we were to have a picnic in the garden. The cup was not quite full, however: no food had appeared and Evelyn Ladd, the designated hostess, was missing. Miss Dunklee, mindful of the passing time and Miss Greena€™s inexorable schedule, reluctantly took care of the first problem, giving away the second part of her secret: the food was to be hunted for. The food was laid out on the tables, our plates were piled very high; Miss Dunklee and Mr.
Someone else was sent, like Sister Anne in the Bluebeard story, to see whether a laggard Evelyn was even so belatedly wandering down the road from the college.
At about five oa€™clock that afternoon Evelyn turned up, exhausted but jubilant that the questions on the exam she had just taken had called forth her best. I find it hard to accept that the sophomores I have been writing about and whom I can see so clearly are now in their mid-eighties, elderly women by anyonea€™s standards.
PrefaceA  Adaline Pates Potter, known to all as Pates (pate eze) came to Mount Holyoke College from western Pennsylvania with the firm, if romantic, intention of majoring in French and joining the US Consular Service on graduation.
A A A  She blamed her inability to discipline her love of telling tales on her Kentucky father and on her mother and four siblings, all of whom were passionate readers and indulgent listeners. We were an astonishingly homogenous group.A  Almost all of us were middle-class and Protestant and came from east of the Rockies, and most of those, from the Atlantic coastal states north of the Mason-Dixon line. Yet, back of the faA§ade, the college has changed not only structurally but essentially, and one of those most essential changes is the student body.A  As Ia€™ve said, the student body was almost ridiculously homogeneous. For the dressing: Whisk together sour cream, buttermilk, vinegar, mayonnaise, sugar, lime juice and zest, cilantro, garlic, cumin, and black pepper in a small bowl. I brought up the dilemma on the air and got several suggestions, all of which involved beating my grill to some degree.
I bought this fuel gauge last summer, because I was tired of running out of gas half-way thru dinner. This was perfect timing as I wanted to try out some flavored brats from Ski's Meat Market in Green Bay.
It's been a while since I had a first date, but I knew some of these foods shouldn't be consumed when you're trying to make a good first impression.
Nutritional values listed may vary from final results depending on actual measurements, products and brands used to prepare the recipe. In 4-cup glass measure, stir together vinegar, water, oil, brown sugar, salt, red pepper flakes and cayenne pepper until salt is dissolved. Prepare medium-hot fire; grill ribs over indirect heat for 50 to 60 minutes or until pork is tender and the internal temperature reaches 160 degrees F.
Nothing ruins a great grilling experience like your meat (or veggies or whatever) sticking to the grate. Temperature is the key a€“ not only of the grilla€¦heat up that baby so the grates are properly pre-heated to seara€¦but also of the meat. So herea€™s the deal, if you want to achieve grill marks like a champ, forget cooking sprays. Cut a potato in halfa€¦stick a fork in ita€¦rub the potato on the heated grill gratesa€¦enjoy your grill marks. My nephew was coming over this weekend so we could play LEGO Dimensions together, and the rest of the family was coming with, so I made a batch of ribs!
I had also come across a different method for smoking the ribs, so I tried that at the same time and the results were delicious! To go along with the theme of Sweet Pecan, I used maple syrup to get the ribs sticky to hold the rub better (see fig. I was actually going to take them out after the two hours covered and throw a little glaze on and finish them on the grill, but it was windy and cold and my grill wouldn't stay lit.
A has paid to sponsor this blog post and provided me with a rack of ribs and the pecan rub for the purpose of mentioning it in this article. Mix all ingredients together in a saucepan, bringA to a boil, reduce heat and simmer until butter is melted. Instructions: Combine olive oil, cider vinegar and sugar in a saucepan, bring to a boil, remove from heat, and cool to room temperature. Stir pinto beans, black-eyed peas, corn, onion, red bell pepper, and green chilies together in a large bowl. Unroll second crust, and place on top, seal the edges, trim off excess with a knife and flute edge of pie with either a fork. Salt is one of the main ingredients in almost every good rub, and it's great for creating flavor. Combine A? c sugar, 3 T hot chili powder, 1 T dried parsley, 1 T onion powder, 1 T garlic powder, 1 T lemonade powder, 2 t black pepper, and 1 t each: sage, marjoram, cumin, dill, mustard powder, basil and celery seed. Then apply the rub and let the ribs sit in the fridge for at least two hours and up to over night. As the rub I was using had lemonade powder in it, I decided to build on those flavors with some hard lemonade as my liquid for moisture.
Although this picture didn't turn out the greatest, I can tell you that the ribs were fantastic! DISCLOSURE: Skia€™s Meat Market has paid to sponsor this blog post and provided me with a rack of ribs for the purpose of mentioning it in this article. I made pulled pork the other night and had quite a bit left over so I came up with these delicious pork turnovers. When I heard that KFC took their 11 secret ingredients and mad some tasty nail polish, A I had to find out more. Coloring Pages for children is a wonderful activity that encourages children to think in a creative way and arises their curiosity.


She hastily switched to an English major when she learned that Consuls are expected to have at least a rudimentary knowledge of economics, however, she did take as many courses in government and political science as the college then offered.
Dedicated smokers now snatched a fugitive drag in dormitory rooms, with all the consequent flurry of suddenly flung-open windows and frantic waving of towels if someone in authority approached. Lovell freely, to take us to the Court Square, and to Springfield at the beginning of vacations. Woolley Hall, the Rockies, Skinner, the Mary Lyon gates, Mary Lyon itself, the libe, and Dwight have altered their front elevations so little, or so subtly, that she might even overlook the new link between the libe and what she knew as the a€?art buildinga€?. Or if you don't have a salad spinner, transfer vegetables to a large baking sheet (with a rim) lined with a triple layer of paper towels. A The igniter switch has been working (you can hear it clicking), but although you can smell gas, it will not stay lit.
Stir the fruit mixture to help the juice start to form, then add sugar, about 1 cup at a time, stirring constantly until sugar is dissolved and the juice is starting to simmer. Meat straight from the fridge is more likely to stick than room temperature meat because the cool surface of the meat will chill the grates. Though it will work in the moment, those little droplets are crazy flammable, resulting in dangerous flare-ups and, more importantly, a barrier that builds up over time and actually makes your grill grates MORE sticky. Ita€™s serves a dual purpose a€“ youa€™ll clean the surface while your treat the surface (though dona€™t rely solely on the spud a€“ you should always clean your grill grates). A Jeff told me to take a sharp knife blade side up and score the membrane down the middle as it's easier to get underneath from the middle than from the side. Dip shrimp in the corn flour, coat well, and place into hot oil, making sure not to overcrowd the pan. A After rinsing and patting the ribs dry, I use some sort of binder or adhesive to help the rub stick better.
It is an educational tool and is considered an important contribution to a child's development. After graduation at the height of the a€?Great Depressiona€?, she spent four years in Northampton, Massachusetts, as a governess, finishing that period with an M.A.
This wartime work led her to return to the Mount Holyoke English department, as a teacher of English as a foreign language and of composition.
A As a precaution, I also did what one listener suggested and rapped the regulator with the handle of a screwdriver a couple of times. Turn heat up to medium-high, bring the mixture to a full rolling boil, and cook and stir for about 1 minute. Run a knife around the insides of the jars after they have been filled to remove any air bubbles. Once they are cooled, press the top of each lid with a finger, making sure that the seal is tight. BUT, if you order it without them offering it, you seem high-maintenance (pretty expensive) and it's not the most attractive thing to eat. Add remaining marinade to ribs; seal bag and marinate for 4 to 6 hours in the refrigerator. There are countless effective methods of prevention, but often the side effects of achieving perfect grill marks are detrimental to your grilla€™s long-term health.
Eventually the grates will heat enough to sear off the meat, but ita€™s often too late for your steak a€“ overdone. A Two hours with smoke, two hours covered, and a final hour uncovered to tighten them up a bit. A While I have used honey, syrup and olive oil - most of the time my go-to is plain ol' yellow mustard. In a large skillet, cook beef and onion over medium-high heat, stirring occasionally, until beef is brown. Beyond the educational virtues, coloring sessions allow us, the adults, a little peace and quiet while the boy or girl enjoy coloring.
In 1960 the position of foreign student advisor was added.A  She retired as Associate Professor of English and died in 2006.
Let stand 5 minutes, then transfer to a large colander and rinse thoroughly under cold running water.
Pour in more water if needed to make sure that water level is at least 1 inch above the tops of the jars. A Interestingly, I didn't notice any real lemon highlights in the meat, but it was darn good! Not to mention the result: coloring pages for preschoolers are proudly presented at the nursery, kindergarten or even grandma and grandpa's living room! Please note the images are not hosted on our servers, hence some of the images might not download.
At Northfield she was given permission to marry Gordon Potter; her employment was terminated two years later, on the grounds that, as a married woman, she would be unlikely to stay in the school into an old age.
Yet here it was, our home for some nine months, and a home we had chosen for ourselves when low room-choosing numbers allowed the choice.
At Northfield she was given permission to marryA  Gordon Potter; her employment was terminated two years later, on the grounds that, as a married woman, she would be unlikely to stay in the school into an old age.
A I've always been a regular brat man and I cook them in a crock pot with beer and onions and then brown them on the grill. If you like to completely remove your website from our search engine index, please follow the instructions below, "Remove from Index". Once they are all rolled up, pour the remaining enchilada sauce over the top, covering all the rolled up tortillas.
A Note: I had rubbed the ribs the night before and let them sit in the fridge until I was ready to place them in the smoker.



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