A Christmas debate and another project

Having lived in NW Oregon most of my life, I was firmly in the Must-Have-A-Real-Christmas-Tree camp.  When one is literally surrounded by tree farms full of reasonably priced, fresh, green trees, how could one not be?  (Just my own biased and tainted opinion.  This is an all-inclusive, multi-diversity blog.  In other words, don't hate me.)

Now, it must be said about my childhood in the 1950s and 60s, naturally gangly and misshapen evergreens, with open branches that we drowned in silver tinsel, was the norm.  They were truly something to behold, and we loved them.

Don't laugh.

Nowadays, trees are trimmed into awful gumdrop-shaped bushes in which you have to search to find the trunk.   But no doubt, each generation believes theirs is/was The Best, so I will concede that, maybe, the trees of MY childhood don't appeal to all.  (And they would be wrong.)

Then in my adult years, I determined that pre-cut trees sold in the local hardware store parking lot, aren't always as fresh as they appear.  And when you have a wood stove in the vicinity of where you plan to put your tree, starting out with FRESH is quite important.  So for many years, we trudged out into the wet December weather, to one of the many local farms and cut our own because, darn it, we were die-hard Oregonians and that is simply how it's done.  

Then we moved to the desert.  

Cut trees are trucked in (from somewhere) to be sold and hence, in my mind, they've probably already started dropping their needles ..... not unlike Charlie Brown’s sad little twig-tree.  Plus we again have a wood stove to suck any remaining moisture out of whatever we haul home.  

So 'twas time to buy our first fake tree .... which I found online.  

(Side Note:  I now realize that many people here are the real deal because they venture out into actual woods, in actual snow, in actual mountains, and cut down a wild tree.  No pre-cut lots or farms for them.  THAT is how it all began before even MY childhood, and deserves the full admiration and respect of all Christmas tree purists.)

It arrived wedged inside a large box that it would never again fit into .... and I tolerated it.

Not that the tree wasn't pretty.  It definitely was.  But I soon realized that fake trees have one BIG drawback, which is ..... eleven months of the year it must be stored ..... somewhere.  

When we were planning to build our house, a friend advised that we should include in our design, a large closet into which we could roll a Christmas tree, fully upright and decorated, where it could remain untouched until we wheeled it out again the next December.  This friend, I've decided, was very wise.   But since I failed to heed this advice, I instead bought a bright red tree bag that was big enough to hold a couple of adults and their pet German Shepherd.  It hung on large hooks up in our garage and looked like a garish, yet festive, cadaver bag clinging to the wall.  

I ended up selling that tree to a friend who has more storage space than I do, and proceeded to Plan B.

Probably over a decade ago when Pinterest entered my life, I saved an enchanting picture of a homemade Christmas "tree".  It was a lovely way to display a Christmas village.  I vacillated over making one for years.

I already had nine little village buildings, purchased many years previous.  A start.  Then my daughter caught hold of the idea and found several more pieces that matched my set which, as far as I know, are not made anymore, sending us to resale shops, garage sales, and eBay.

"Mom!", she'd phone.  "I found five.  How many do you want?"  

Then I scored at a garage sale and ended up with a total of 23.   There was no turning back now.  

So with Husband's clever mind for engineering and function, we came up with our design .... 

 

Beginning with the base, he made a sturdy wooden box 24"x24" square, and 4" high, with a 4.5" hole in the center to fit the "trunk".

Upside down.

Note the small circle piece below the hole, and the tiny hole in its center.

Using plastic ABS pipe, he cut six pieces.  The bottom piece of pipe has a diameter of 4.5", and is 18" long.  The next four pieces are each 12.5" long.  From the bottom up, the pipe diameters are 4.5", 4.5", 3.5", and 2.5", so that the "trunk" will grow progressively narrower from the bottom to the top.  The top piece of pipe is 1" diameter and 8" long.

Now for the "branches".   From a sheet of 1/2" chipboard plywood, we cut five circles with diameters of 36", 30", 24", 18", and 12".   He cut a 2" hole* in the center of each.

*The holes in the center of each wooden circle were originally cut too small, hindering all the cords and plugs needing to pass through.  So they were expanded to 2".

He cut small (1/2” thick) circles that glued onto the centers of both sides of the large circles, with the holes lined up.  Each small circle was cut to fit snuggly into the "trunk" pipe, as shown above.  This "trunk" is the conduit for all the electrical cords.  At the base of each pipe section (except the bottom one), he cut a hole about 1"x2", for the electrical cords to enter and exit.   I positioned these holes in the back side of the tree so they don't show.

Husband used a threaded 1/4" steel rod .....

.... and connected several lengths together with these.

The rod goes from that tiny hole in the base, up through the "trunk", to the top circle of the tree where it is all tightened down with a nut at each end.

After sanding all the wood, I painted everything white.

Assembling the whole thing was much easier in theory, than in actuality.  It would be an understatement to say it was challenging to run the cords through the holes and pipe while at the same time fitting together the "trunk" pieces and wooden circles, from the bottom upward.  Especially when Husband was at a meeting and I was flying solo at this point.  There were a few cuss words and the ceiling fan turned to full speed to keep from sweating to death in the process.  Then I decided it was too tall and had to be taken apart so I could cut an inch out of each "trunk" section and the building process began anew with more sweating and cussing.   

Walmart was a big help by only being 20 minutes away and by stocking short lengths of twinkle lights and inexpensive power strips, of which I used four.   

After the main assembly was complete, I cut a bunch of pieces of 2" styrofoam (upon which the village buildings would sit) and draped them all with quilt batting to create hills of "snow".  The styrofoam and batting helped to hide the myriad of cords underneath.

That threaded rod emerged from the top circle, tall enough to stick on that last piece of 1" diameter pipe which holds the star.  

Finally, around the outer edge of each circle, I screwed in 40 small metal hooks, about 9-10" apart.  These hold the garland and twinkle lights. 

 (By the way, the garland was purchased probably 30 years ago at Costco and it was the exact amount needed.  ‘Tis the season of miracles.)

And this was the result .....

(Not quite as grand as the one from Pinterest, but pretty enough.)  It measures approximately 7.5' tall from the floor to the top of the star.

I'm not happy with the trunk because it looks exactly like what it is .... painted plastic pipe.  So next year I plan to cover it, or paint it differently ..... or something.  We'll see.  But for now, it ain't coming apart till January.  

Now for the best part:  It will all disassemble and store compactly in the garage.  

And no more gigantic body bags.

* Merry Christmas *

Latest project and the how-to

When we built our house, we kept things to a minimum.  Now and then I regret this decision because with the latest influx of grandkids (12.5 at last count), we no longer all fit here.  Alas.  Not that our house is small, it's just not big.  Thus organization is a must, which segues nicely to a recent project--

My Sewing Cabinet

I do not have a dedicated sewing room.  Instead, my sewing machine has occupied a spot on a small desk in one of our guest bedrooms. Visually, this isn't optimum when an overnight guest is on the premises.  So I came up with an idea.  (Unfortunately I didn't think of blogging about this until it was finished, so I can't show all the steps.  But it's pretty simple.)

Step #1:  Find a used TV armoire.  I found this on Facebook Marketplace for $40.

                                                   

Step #2:  Remove all hardware and try not to lose any of it.  Then remove the doors and don't lose them either.

Step #3:  Thoroughly "buff" the entire surface with something like this gritty, scrubby material (not to be confused with those green scrub pads that you clean your pots and pans with) ....

.... to remove the glossy finish, because if you're foolish like me, you are wanting to paint it.  

Step #4:  (Here's where things went south for a while, so avoid following my example on this step.)  Let me just say .... choose your paint carefully.  Do not cut corners here.  Don't believe the internet when it tells you to use an oil-base enamel paint.  Don't use leftover paint that's been languishing for a few years on a shelf in your garage.  If you happen to have a paint sprayer, don't use it on a hot day.  Get yourself a small can of some good semi-gloss, water-base cabinet/trim paint.

Trust me on this so that, hopefully, you will not have to re-sand and repaint FOUR times.  I am not kidding.  Then, after you have all this figured out .... paint the darn thing.

Step #5:  Somehow insert entire armoire into your house without gouging any walls or door frames.

Step #6:  Reattach all hardware and doors because you did not lose them, right?!?  

Here's where it starts to get fun .....

Step #7:  I made a panel to cover the interior back wall, out of a cut-to-fit sheet of 1/4" hardboard, covered with 1/4" foam, and fabric, using spray glue and a hot glue gun.  You can find the foam at JoAnn's and it has the word "naked" in the title.  (I know not why .... )  Fabric stores are limited where I live and for whatever reason, I wanted an old-fashioned, grandma-ish print, which JoAnn's failed to produce.  But good ol' Walmart came through.  This panel was attached with screws.

Step #8:  Build shelves to go into the inside upper portion of the cabinet and above all, do NOT injure yourself with any power tools especially if your spouse/partner has gone fishing and is not home.  Paint and install.

Step #9:  Install light fixture and power strip.  

Step #10:  Enlist husband (or anyone handy) to design/build a shelf, upon which your sewing machine will sit.  Sand and stain (or paint).  Then reenlist same husband/handy-person to mount it on heavy-duty drawer slides.  (Warning, these slides are more expensive than you'd think.)  This shelf, when installed, should sit about 30" from the floor, which is the standard height of a desk or table.

Step #11:  Accessorize.  I installed spool racks which were also unexpectedly pricey considering I gave some away during our last move.  I bought the small wall-mount spice rack at Home Goods several years ago .... as I recall.  Finally, trot on over to Dollar Tree for some inexpensive baskets.

Step #12:  Step back and admire.

One of my worries was that this very tall black cabinet might overwhelm the room or frighten various wee grandkids trying to sleep nearby.  But after moving it in, the room is fine .... and I think all visiting wee grandkids will be as well.

Ta-Da!

I didn't turn the light on inside because in the photo it caused a glare.

Oh yes .... I found these large cat litter bins that fit perfectly on the lower shelves, to hold fabric scraps.

And in another corner, a rocking chair that was successfully painted on the first try!

I'll go ahead and show the rest of the room, because it's cute.  By the way, that table was a $3 find at Goodwill.  It actually came that color!  Everything else in this room (except bed, bedding and curtains and that curly thing above the bed that I found at Hobby Lobby) came from garage sales.

The "Final Frontier"

(Pictures with ** came from the web.)

Alaska has always seemed like a man's country and I suppose it's due to the robust amount of outdoor sports .... such as the all-popular fishing, hunting, and um .... fishing.   It has been on Husband's List for a long time, so after a year of planning, we went.   

Not by plane.  

Not by boat.  

Instead we drove approximately 6800 miles up through Canada and back in our van, over a total of five weeks and two days.  We did an Alaska cruise years ago which was one of our favorites, but you don't really SEE that much of Alaska on a cruise.  You just don't.  But the truth is, we still only saw a small part of it this time.  It's just so big. 

We started north during one of our triple-digit heat waves at home and got to our son's home in Washington (in even more heat) to drop off our dog.  (Thanks again, C & L !)  We then drove north like we were on a team of galloping horses with me whipping the reins yelling GO! GO!, knowing cool weather was ahead.  We didn't stop until after we crossed the border in northern Idaho where it was still hot .....  and hot the next day too.  And the next.  But we eventually got to where it cooled down into the blessed 60s and I found heaven.

Just inside the Alaska border.

"Let's move here!" I exclaimed.  

"It's dark all winter", reminds Husband.

"Who needs daylight?  All I need in the winter is a wood stove, a book, maybe a puzzle, and I'm good." 

But that idea was short-lived because I quickly realized my list of needs was a bit longer than that. 

"Or .....", says I, "We can come up every August and stay for a month!  How hard would that be??"  (I had visions of never again enduring hot weather and Husband, who was pondering all the fishing, was fully on board.)

That last idea was discussed quite a few times over the next few weeks before it finally died a quiet death.

We drove up through the stunning Banff National Park in British Columbia, where mountains were invented, or so we thought.  (We later learned they were actually invented in Alaska.)  Too often people bypass Canada in their quest to see Alaska, and miss a lot of incredible scenery. 

Gotta love that glacial silt color. 

More Banff.

 After a few days of driving, we came to the town of Dawson Creek in The Yukon, which is the official start of the Alaska/Canada highway, aka the "Alcan".

This highway was built during WWII when Alaska (before it was even a state) became valuable in the strategic placement of military bases.  It was a rough road back then but today, any car with decent tires can drive it.  There are enough sources for fuel along the way and the prevailing wisdom is to always top off your tank when you encounter any bedraggled gas station with working pumps, some of which appear to have been built during the Depression.  

Husband's obsession with spotting wild animals was at a fever pitch.  I love to see them too, but his eyes literally did not leave the road or the terrain along the road, or the meadows, fields, lakes, etc., in case something was moving out there.  Only once did I spot one before he did.  We saw several grizzlies and other bears, a few moose (my first!), caribou, elk, and buffalo.  But we saw far more road signs warning of wildlife .... than actual wildlife.  

That fat butt belongs to a big ol' grizzly.

Moose.  Sadly, we never saw one with antlers.

Caribou

Typically, people enter Alaska (by car) and drive a loop, as did we.   Up to Fairbanks, then down to Denali National Park, then on down to Anchorage, then southeast to the Kenai Peninsula where the touristy towns of Homer and Seward are found.  From there we drove through a 2.5 mile tunnel to the dreary little town of Whittier and caught a ferry to Valdez, then up to the tiny "town" of Chitina where we accessed the road into-and-out-of McCarthy, then up to Tok where we found the BEST fudge, and back out to Canada.

This route only covers a corner of Alaska because most of this vast state is inaccessible by roads.  One of the things I loved about it is the lack of crowds and traffic.  Just lots and lots of space.  

The yellow line roughly shows our route.

We really liked Fairbanks because of its history and maybe because it was mostly sunny, with a daily outburst of afternoon rain that quickly dried up again.  Plus it literally sits right next to The North Pole (a small town with a very large gift shop) where you-know-who lives.  

 

Only 20 - 30 percent of visitors to Denali Park get to see the highest mountain in North America (formerly named McKinnley) because it's usually encased in clouds.  But we were lucky.  

Denali.  20,310 ft tall.   

The next two weeks we spent on the Kenai Peninsula where it rained and drizzled and Husband didn't get to do some boat excursions he'd hoped for.  The clouds hovered low on the mountains, obscuring too many views.  We spent a night on the Homer Spit (a narrow strip of land that juts out in the bay) and one night in cute little Seward.  It was, we heard, one of the rainiest Augusts in recent history.  

"You should've been here in July!" the locals would say.  "The weather was great!"  < Sigh >

Shops along the Homer Spit. **

While in Homer, we took a ferry (the only way to get there) over to the isolated town of Seldovia, which (I suspect) is where Popeye once lived.  Colorful to say the least.

The Seldovia grocery store.

Another house going in ... and waiting for the tide to return.  (It rises a good 20 ft or so.)

Saw this little boot garden on the historic Seldovia boardwalk.

Husband had success fishing.  He’d be outside in the rain, standing in a nearby river, while I remained in our warm van baking muffins and listening to an audio book.  This arrangement suited both of us nicely.  But unfortunately he broke his rod because it wasn't strong enough for all the salmon that kept leaping onto his hook.  (He was trying for trout.)  One of those salmons fed us for three meals.

One of the highlights was our trip to the ghost town of McCarthy and the old abandoned Kennicott copper mine, named after a nearby glacier .... or visa versa?  It all lies within the massive (and largely unheard of) Wrangell St, Elias National Park and Preserve. This required leaving civilization behind and driving 60 miles (each way) on a bumpy, rutted road and across this old bridge that, because of my research, had me very concerned.  It turned out to be best part of the road because it was SMOOTH.  

238 ft high, 525 ft long.  Built in 1910.  Known as the "biggest thrill on the road to McCarthy".

Wooden surface.  Saw that on a lot of bridges in Alaska.

The road ends at "base camp" where there's a campground and a footbridge crossing the Kennicott River.  

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Visible from that footbridge.  See what I mean???
(Kennicott Glacier)

You leave your vehicle licking its wounds at Basecamp, cross the footbridge, and either walk the half-mile or catch the rattly free shuttle van to McCarthy.  Then another five miles up an even bumpier road to the old mine.  We read that (during its years of operation) booze was not allowed at Kennicott (which was a self-contained community) so nearby McCarthy sprang to life.  It had all the accoutrements one would expect to find in a remote mining town, meant to rid the men of their pesky paychecks.  Today about half the McCarthy buildings are empty and returning to Mother Earth, but there is still a small working hotel, a cafe or two, and a small store that sold delicious ice cream. 

McCarthy **

Suprisingly, this is a popular tourist spot.  Prior to our trip, we bought good tires, a small compressor, and a tire repair kit with this area in mind.  Fortunately we had no trouble, but were able to help Rachel, a lovely young women traveling ALONE in her older self-built van, who had ventured out there on not-great tires and got a flat.  (Yikes.  Did I mention there were no services within about 100 miles??)   

In addition to a lot of dogs, we noticed a number of college-age-looking people in McCarthy, so they must come to spend their summers working in this very unique setting.  The entire area, including the road, closes down during the long winters.

I heard the state strives to preserve the Kennicott mine in a "state of suspended decay" and it is a fascinating step back into the early-to-mid 1900's.   There was a one-room school, a post office, an old-style store and a few other conveniences to serve the workers and their families until when the copper finally ran out.  

A few of the buildings have been restored for display.  

The products in the store were true to the period.

Don't you just love the creepiness?

On our return trip towards home, we diverted down the Cassiar Hwy in BC to visit the extremely humble "town" of Hyder (population 60), which sits just inside and at the bottom of the Alaska panhandle.  

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There are two reasons to go to Hyder:  

1. To see the bears.  There is a shallow river where thousands of salmon go to spawn and die, and the bears come to help them die a little sooner.  There are raised wooded walkways where people can safely watch it all up close.  

We watched one young grizzly terrorizing the fish for several hours.  Please know ...... humans who hunt or fish are MUCH more humane than any bear ever was.  This guy would pull one out of the water, then toss the traumatized fish aside and go for another and another, until he found one that was full of eggs.  Then he'd eat it.  There were dead fish everywhere.   I couldn't help feeling sorry for them.

The perpetrator.  (It helps to have a zoom lens and a husband who knows how to use it.)

And 2. To see the glacier.  Immediately on the far end of Hyder, we embarked on a narrow 20 mile long goat path (the McCarthy road was nothing in comparison) up and along the side of a steep mountain.  Then, over an hour later, we emerged at the mountain tops and the most magnificent glacier we have ever seen.  It's called the Salmon Glacier and is one of the largest glaciers on the continent.  Think of the first time you stood at the edge of the Grand Canyon.  This is a similar experience. 

Husband "stitched" together four photos to capture the immensity of the glacier.  This picture is headed for a wall in our house.

This is from my phone.  I wanted to add it for a bit of scale .... Look for someone in the picture.  (I  happen to know him personally.)

 We had made the very fortunate decision NOT to wait and come up the next morning because we got these pictures in the beautiful sunset.  Our plan was to spend the night up there and get more pictures at sunrise.  However, during the night it clouded over and rained, and we woke up to thick fog and one totally missing glacier.  It was as if it had been erased!  Several people drove up that morning and got to see nothing ...... including one couple from Germany who will probably never go to Hyder again, much less up that road to the glacier.  This glacier was indeed the pinnacle (no pun intended) of our trip.  If you're ever in the area it's a must ..... just not on an overcast day.

Parked high up at the viewpoint for the night. 

Further on our return trip, we drove through the mountains of the famous Whistler ski resort.  Oh Canada!  Thou art glorious!  Then down towards Vancouver, BC, ...... breathtaking!  

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We crossed the US border into Blaine, WA, and finally had some REAL INTERNET again.  Here's the deal on that ..... Alaska's cell service is phenomenal.  (We use Verizon.)  Even in McCarthy, we could stream videos.   However, Canada was a different story.  They had service, but would only dole out tiny snippets to us non-citizens-who-had-neglected-to-research-sim-cards.  Each day we'd get what seemed like about five minutes of fast internet and then we were throttled till the next day when we were allotted another few minutes.  This forced us to seek out WIFI whenever possible.  

A few other things we learned on this trip:

Canadian money is so pretty!  But they use a lot of dollar coins, so don't confuse those with quarters.  And unless you want to appear as dumb as I was, note that the coins are clearly marked and don't keep asking patient Canadians how their money works.

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The US, on the other hand, has MUCH more interesting license plates.  

Canada is serious about not littering.  Even on the most remote roads nowhere near anything, there are frequent pullouts with bear-proof trash cans provided.  The trash collectors must put in LOTS of miles.

Do NOT EVEN THINK about bringing a weapon into Canada, including even a small pepper sprayer.  But you're totally okay packing a massive can of bear spray across the border, as long as it's clearly labeled.  

Yours Truly has learned how to convert kilometers into miles.  

Canadians (and Alaskans) are MY PEOPLE because they think 90 degrees fahrenheit is TOO hot.  Which it is.

The long hours of daylight were no problem.  Except we kept forgetting to eat dinner until much too late.

The reason there's a drought in the lower portion of our country is because the WATER IS ALL UP NORTH!  My goodness, there is water everywhere up there!

The people of Alaska have a kind of rugged, low-maintenance vibe.  And when you leave the city, you'll only see two kinds of footwear ....  sturdy hiking shoes or knee-high rubber "mucking" boots.  These people can't be bothered with flip-flops.

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The mosquitos were mostly in Canada.  Not so much in Alaska ..... at least during August/September.

A few more random pictures:

From the ferry from Whittier to Valdez.  Gray was the theme of the day.

From one of our overnight spots, overlooking Homer and the Spit.  The most vivid rainbow I can remember.

We hiked about a half mile up to the famous Mendenhall Glacier.  There are a series of signs showing how much it has receded.  This is where it was in 2005.  (I'm straddling a puddle.)

We only paid to stay in established campgrounds about 20% of the time.  There are so many beautiful spots that are free.  Here's an example.  (Our van is in the back.)

This is the Our Lady of the Snows Catholic Church which kindly shares the use of their chapel with a tiny group from The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.  One meets Sunday mornings and the other in the evenings.  It is about 40 miles out of Anchorage, in the remote town of Girdwood ..... difficult to find w/o a GPS.  We happened to attend services there one Sunday, and is where we experienced a small miracle.  Ask me about it sometime.

Alaska was purchased from Russia in 1857, for a mere 7.2 million.  Russia didn't want to sell it to Canada, because they were concerned about Britain's power at that time.  It was made a state in 1959, during my lifetime.  (About the same time as Hawaii.)  I was very young and completely oblivious. The purchase of Alaska was unpopular for several decades until 1897 when gold was discovered  ..... and later the vast oil fields.  

Well done, Andrew Johnson administration.  Well done.