Well I'm neither cheap nor easy but lately that's what I've been looking for in entertaining. And maybe "entertaining" is too fancy a word. Even "parties" doesn't quite fit. What I want to do is get together with family and friends without having to plan months in advance or spend lots of money. Does this concept exist anymore?
It did once.
Back in the 70s, three brothers—Roy, Bob and Dave
—had the idea to build Philadelphia-style Trinity townhouses on a tract of farmland in the middle of nowhere. Roboda was divided into neighborhoods, each with rows of townhouses arranged around mini-"parks" of puny shrubs and wooden benches; and each with an awful name meant to conjure up Colonial days. Thus our neighborhood,
Village Rounde, with a deliberate 'e' on the end. The result could have been a suburban commuter development where residents drove home from work and snapped their doors shut behind them.
But the houses were small. The new owners were young and broke. The concept of a "play date" did not exist. In the summer us kids left home in the morning, stopped back for lunch (chocolate milk and fried bologna sandwiches on Wonder Bread with Gulden's mustard if we were lucky) and dinner (chicken, Crisco-fried in my mom's avocado green electric skillet if we were really lucky), and otherwise roamed the fields, splashed through the creeks and trudged through the mud and muck left behind by bulldozers carving out the next "Village." My sister and I—at 7 and 6—were the oldest kids and thus in charge (and very soon babysitting—for about $1 an hour).
Few of the moms worked. If our next-door neighbor Doreen (one of only two people I've ever known with my name) needed sugar for her coffee she simply walked right into our kitchen since no one locked their doors. I suspect what she really wanted was company. Like most of our neighbors, she had moved far away from her hometown. And so us Village Rounders became each other's family.
On muggy summer nights, after our dads got home from work and we'd all eaten dinner, the parents would gather in the Rounde, often with a keg of beer. Their laughter would echo into the night as us kids caught fireflies and played pretend.
Elaborate events and traditions would follow (thanks mostly to Ed K., a man who could blow most professional party planners out of the water) but I mostly remember these easy summer nights, that sense of belonging and affection and community. It's probably one reason I moved into the real version of Colonial Philadelphia—a Queen Village neighborhood of small, tree-lined streets and neighbors who know each other's names and have the keys to each other's homes. It's the reason some of my best times as an adult have essentially been that central gathering place transferred to a dock, surrounded by boat slips and a dozen diverse yet very close friends. It's why I've come to realize that when times are tough and your instinct is to just vegetate in front of the TV, really the best thing you can do is get out of the house or get other people in, so you can eat and drink and laugh with those you love.
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Dull people a dull party make. If you haven't noticed yet, I'm all for silliness and fun, no matter what your age. Clearly it's an inherited trait. That's my Grandma Jean leading myself and my sister, Denise, in a roller skate romp around our tiny Queens apartment, circa very early 1970s. Her husband, my Grandpa John, and my Grandma Lydia cheer us on in the background.
If you want to enjoy impromptu fun and games you have to be prepared. Instead of stashing cards and games in junk drawers and closets, leave them out, arranged in something pretty (like this vintage crystal ashtray).
The blog merry-go-round dropped me off at Sleeveface.com recently and I couldn't be giddier. What a wonderful dose of silliness and fun. (And finally a use for Kevin's immense vinyl album collection moldering away in a basement trunk!)
Contrary to what recent posts may lead you to believe, I really don't spend much time watching reality TV contests or YouTube. Honest. However, while linking yesterday's item on Susan Boyle a video entitled "Stavros Flatly" caught my eye.
Just joking! Yes, it is April Fool's Day.
Sunday night we heard of a storm brewing and headed out to our country retreat--well, really our good friends' home in the 'burbs. Slept late, drank bloodies, and sledded through mounds of fluffy snow covering the hillside. Who says you have to be a kid to enjoy a snow day?
This month I'm leaving crayons and coloring books out on the table. Well, actually, Crayola Twistable Colored Pencils and Supertips Washable Markers. I bought them, along with giant coloring books, when my youngest nieces came to visit. Then one night my oldest niece, a college junior, dragged all the goodies out and we colored away as her mother and my husband made mischief with the Grey Goose. But that's another story.
Anyway, I found it surprisingly relaxing to just scribble. Turns out there's a basis for this. It's actually a recommended activity if you're trying to quit smoking and it reduces stress. Lord knows we could all use some stress relief right now.
...and found it looks great at night too, with candles aglow. A gold tray frames the vignette and keeps it from looking messy. We'll talk more about trays later. For now, color away!
