One thing I'd like to do more regularly on my blog is to feature more pantries and kitchens. As you can imagine, if you have your own copy of The Pantry (or even if you don't!), it was impossible to feature all of the pantry photos and pantry quotes I might have liked to have done. I still photograph pantries when I can or write down pantry-related quotes in books I am reading or old magazine articles I come across. One thing is for certain: pantries have always been well-loved, much used, practical spaces. Some people, like Lucy Davison, have never done without one.
Lucy has many old-fashioned cottage garden flowers: the rampant valerian (or "Garden Heliotrope"), blue lupine and, over on the east side of the kitchen, the largest bed of "Golden Glow," in the rudbeckia family, that I've seen before. It blooms later in the summer (and I brought a clump to Kentucky from my own New Hampshire garden).
In The Pantry in "The Farmhouse Pantry" chapter I wrote about Lucy's pantry (but did not include photographs because of space and design limitations):
For several decades, Lucy Davison has put up the bounty from the garden at the New England farm she shares with her husband, Shirley, 87. Their farmhouse has a long, narrow pantry with shelves and a large workspace in front of a sunny window. "I love a pantry," Lucy says. "I do my baking preparations in there because we entertain in the kitchen–you just leave the bread and the old milk cup and dirty bowls. You can take off your apron and close the door." Their kitchen has a reliable Glendale stove where she does her extensive canning: tomatoes, pickles, all kinds of jams and jellies.
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All I can think to say is, "I want that metal chair!" lol. (I've got it bad for vintage metal chairs.)
We had a metal red chair/step stool (Ostco? Otsco?) when I was a kid in Ohio. But it didn't really go with my mother's "Atomic" 50s kitchen with its pink cabinets (and appliances!) and black linoleum floor with pink and white flecks.
It ended up in my brother's tree fort at the farm in New Hampshire where it died a slow rusty death.
Well, I ended up getting the same kind of chair, MUCH less sturdy or well made, in Kentucky at Pamida! Same company, same color, probably made in China. But I really wanted something that reminded me of that childhood stool.
Maybe you and I should start going to Saturday sales! (Tee, Hee! I can see Temple shaking his head now...)
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