The “Roaring Twenties” was the decade after World War I that was prosperous and decadent. The automobile, telephone, motion picture and electricity was spurning growth and a new outlook on life. A new era was dawning for Jazz music, sleek modern designs were emerging in art and fashion, and people had more money to spend on leisure. The two towns of Chappell Hill and Brenham wanted to keep up with the large metropolitan cities of the era. It was decided that a country club would best serve all of the cultural and social needs of the community. An architect was procured and a timeless structure was conceived and birthed on the hills of Chappell Hill in the heart of the county.
In 1929, the stock market crash sent the whole country reeling into a depression so deep and wide that it changed a generation forever. The country club members were unable to meet the annual payment and the country club went into private ownership. In the decade of the eighties, a new family took ownership and wanted to share the property as a venue for special events. The same family, with the next generation, is in the process of updating the grounds and bringing back the ambience, decadence and splendor of the era that inspired the story of The Great Gatsby. The only difference is we are in Texas. Texans have a certain style in bringing together culture and sophistication in a laid back atmosphere on top of a hill with a breeze blowing, a cocktail in hand, music in the background, and gourmet food served on the grounds.
The Citadel, as the first country club of Washington County, still stands today and extends an invitation for their inaugural event of the season. Please join the celebration for a unique culinary experience as Chef Jesse Griffiths prepares a gourmet five course dinner on the grounds. The home grown foods will be provided by local farmers, within a guaranteed fifty mile radius, making Fifty Miles to Harvest stand out as a true culinary experience. Live music, local wine, folk artists will provide for a cultured and memorable evening. For information go to www.TheCitadelTexas.com.
You will be able to see the progress and join in the first event of a new generation. I am excited to be a part of the design team from Hermann’s of Brenham to help. Come watch as The Citadel experiences another revival.
Imagine rolling hills and green pastures with a few barns interspersed throughout the fields. Next, think of those fields being filled with people, antiques, tents, trailers and oddities from all over the country. That is Round Top in an extremely brief nutshell of a description. To kick things off a local antique shop right outside of Brenham off of Highway 290 on the way to or from Round Top is having a special sale and promising it to be…
It is rare for me to be home on a Saturday by myself. The sons are at the TAMU game and the husband travels and is never home anyway. Himself, the hubby, has called multiple times to check on me. I wonder what he thinks I’ve been doing all these years while he travels and I’ve been home for days on end with two little boys. After all, I can sit around and eat bon bons with or without the kids. (Sarcasm aside, we made that decision years ago so that I would be able to stay home and home school our children. I consider it a gift and am very grateful to my husband for making it possible.)
Having a blank canvas for the day was very appealing. Well, not really blank. I had a few business things to take care of, bills to pay and a sinus headache which is usual anyway. I wake up before daylight on most days. I don’t know why. I just do. This morning, after the sunrise and a light shower, I found this around the front of the house.
Around noon I was contemplating lunch and realized my choices were not limited to all things manly; such as: the usual, steak or sausage, taco or burritos, burgers or pizza. It slowly dawned on me that I didn’t not have to cook a large “stick to your ribs” meal that would be devoured in ten minutes and two hours later the ominous, “What’s for supper?” would waft through the house. It was delightful to know that it could be chicken salad and fruit without any complaints and dramatic, “I have to turn in my man card now!”
After lunch I packaged my handmade pumpkin soap. There are two colors, orange and white, both are goat’s milk with cinnamon spice fragrance. These will be in my antique booth at Hermann’s Downtown Brenham.
The day is winding down, but I saw a rainbow, ate a simple lunch, finished my soap, groomed the dog, talked to a friend, designed a card, and these came in the mail…
So it is Saturday and I just might be able to embrace this soon to be empty nest.
It’s easy to be pleasant
When life flows by like a song.
But the man worthwhile is the one who can smile
When everything goes dead wrong.
For the test of the heart is trouble,
And it always comes with years.
And the smile that is worth the praises of earth
Is the smile that shines through the tears.
May there always be work for your hands to do,
May your purse always hold a coin or two.
May the sun always shine warm on your windowpane,
May a rainbow be certain to follow each rain.
May the hand of a friend always be near you,
And may God fill your heart with gladness to cheer you.
Vintage purses are becoming one of my favorite finds for my antique business. To begin with, I am enjoying carrying them myself which makes them not really for the business, hmmm I’ll think about that later. I used the black box purse, middle of photo, for a recent wedding. The wicker oriental purse will match a new dress. (Confession: I bought the dress to match the purse.) Best of all, the vintage purses are great conversation starters. After seeing one, ladies stop me and share their stories about the purse or the fashionable lady who carried one just like it. The memories these vintage beauties invoke are the best part.
My favorite designer is Enid Collins (not sure if she is a relation) of Texas, who began her business shortly after WWII. It was a family business, with her husband and daughter, also named Cynthia, started at the kitchen table on their ranch in the Texas Hill Country. Her first sales were to Neiman Marcus and later to Joske’s of Houston. I am intrigued by her designs and the fact that she incorporated her husband’s engineering skills, an artist friend’s silk screening abilities, and her own costume design talents to embellish her wooden and canvas bags with jewels and sequins. Below is a photo of her at work on new designs. The bags are no longer in production, but highly collectible.
Enid Collins, Herself
At some point, I will relinquish these beauties and place them in my antique booth. Meanwhile, I will be on the hunt for more to carry share.