Archive for March, 2015

Oh, Hello, Spring. Is That You?

March 27, 2015

A quick trip to Savannah was in order. We needed a getaway from small-town living. Our little town has two grocery stores, unless you count the bread-milk-and-egg section of the Dollar General and Family Dollar, which we do not.

Sugar has been shopping at the Brighter Day Health Food store for how long? Thirty years or more? However long it’s been since it opened, he’s been there. It’s been interesting to me to see a man who is so involved in his personal health and what goes into his body. It’s not a fad to him. After all, he’s the one who cured my vitamin deficiency condition a few years ago (I was Sugar-cured!).

The azaleas are in bloom! The rains have brought down a few blossoms, so they are not magnificent, merely outstanding…




The Dog in the Kennel: Latte’s New Blankie

March 25, 2015

I’ve worked at boarding kennels before. Some people worry that their dog will be in a “cage” the whole time.

Really, people? Use some common sense. If that’s what were really happening, it would be all over the internet.

True, dogs need their own space. There are enclosures that can be referred to as kennels or runs, but please let us NOT use the word cage. Cage brings visions of cramped, cruel confinement. And if your boarding kennel is warehousing animals, please find another kennel.

These dogs are fed twice a day and exercised four times a day. The sides and back are solid, because some dogs have resource guarding issues if other dogs can see their food bowl, or water bowl, or bed, or some resource like that. Yes, the front is chain-link for air-flow and a sense of being able to see out.


Latte is a young pit mix that is living in a boarding kennel. She’s been there for about 10 months. Her owners boarded her in preparation for some personal medication procedures. They never came back. They’re not dead; they simply didn’t return. They had some cooked-up stories about death, dying, cancer, but in truth, they are at home, without Latte.

I won’t go into what I really think is going on here. For whatever desperate reason, this is what they decided to do. Desperate people do desperate things. I’m not going to talk about them any more. I’m going to talk about Latte.

I decided that Latte needed at least one thing of her own.

I decided that I had some acrylic yarn that needed to go out the door, which is a stealth move so that more yarn can come in the door. Plus I’ve had this acrylic yarn for years, and it was going to take a big project to make inroads on the stash.

I haven’t crocheted in years, but I have my mother’s crochet hooks. One appears to have gotten plenty of use, a size K or a 10 1/2. Mom went through a crocheted afghan phase many years ago, and had stacks of them. She dutifully handed them out to the children and grandchildren. There was a red, white, and blue one that she sent to Barbara Bush. (Don’t judge.)

I decided to use that size K and two strands of acrylic, and to see what happened. It’s simple single crochet, worked over and over again until I ran out of cream yarn. I made the border in the red, and when I was tired of crocheting the border, I knew I was done. That’s how it is sometimes when you are working on a project. When you are done, you are done.



I was horrified to see a mistake in this photo. No, I don’t think it adds to the character of the piece, but I think the dog will not mind.














Sleep tight, Latte.

I have more yarn. A blankie for Mr. Packett, perhaps?

Mr. Packett and the Dog Food Omelet

March 25, 2015

I only have Mr. Packett now.

I lost Mr. Aureus on September 22, 2014, and by “lost”, you know what I mean. Maybe I’ll be able to write about him later. I started a blog post about him, but can’t quite finish it. He was with me for a long time during some rocky transitions.

But this is the story of Mr. Packett and the dog food omelet.

He’s a little lonely, and very happy to see me when I get home at night.

I decided I’d start doing something nice for him, something extra special. I don’t give treats, just because I’m afraid, like with people, if we start getting treats, we won’t eat real food. Which doesn’t mean that I don’t like treats, it means that I’ve met me and know what a problem I can be. So, no treats.

What to do?

Enter the omelet.

I bought this little plastic contraption at Publix grocery store last year, thinking that I would make and eat healthy omelets. The device did not work as promised. You are supposed to put your egg and other assorted omelet ingredients in the little clamshell, microwave it for a set amount of time, open and stir, close and flip and microwave some more.

The “flippy” part is the problem. The runny egg leaked out during flippage.

I wasn’t willing to throw the plastic device away. Surely it had some good use. It sat in the cabinet for perhaps a year. I didn’t want to throw it away because vinyl is final. You get my point.

Enter the dog food omelet.








I whisk the egg right in the clamshell. If I were a better (or prissier) person, I’d do it in a separate bowl, but really? What’s the purpose of dirtying up a bowl? Because you have met me and you know that I will not wash the bowl immediately and then there will be concrete residue made of dried egg in the bowl.

Between the stages of whisking the egg and adding the dry dog food, you can hide meds in the food. Like how I crumbled up Packett’s Iverhart Max into the egg. It isn’t flavored, so he’s not very suspicious that I’m tricking him.

You can also add treats, if you have some, or cheese bits, or lunchmeat, or whatever at this stage. A surprise in every box! Like Crackerjacks.





Please bear in mind that I live in one of the oldest RV’s in the world that has a rotary dial microwave. It’s actually a microwave/convection oven, which could come in handy if I were cooking something more difficult than a dog food omelet. But y’all know me, so you already know the answer. There is no cooking show in my future.


My apologies for the weird reflection from the front door’s window.



Ding! And we’re ready!



I usually flip it over into Packett’s dish. This time I did a slidey-outey so you can see how the food is held in place by the egg.



There’s still some loose nuggets of food that fall off into the bowl.



It’s steaming hot at this point. It’s only cooked for one minute, and it smells every bit as delicious as you think a dog food omelet would smell.




Mr. Packett would not tolerate photography during the consumption of his omelet. He did, however, provide photographic evidence for the internet.


Ruan Thai

March 24, 2015

Ruan Thai makes the prettiest plate of food.

I am not enamored of food as art. I’m too plain and simple for that.

But I LOVE Ruan Than Restaurant. Delicious food, beautiful presentation, and consistent goodness.

I usually order the green curry. I have not a clue what I ordered here. Perhaps it was Panang Curry. I’ve never tried Panang Curry before nor since, but we remembered that when we were visiting Sugar’s granddaughter a few years back we went to a Thai restaurant.

Sugar’s daughter announced that she might get Panang curry.

Her daughter, age 3, announced that she wanted Panang curry.

And we entered into a mother-daughter reasoning session.

Mother: I think I’ll get Panang curry.

Child: I want Panang curry.

Mother: No, I don’t think you’ll like Panang curry.

Child: I *DO* like Panang curry.

Mother: You’ve never had Panang curry.

Child: But I *LIKE* Panang curry.

Who can resist a three-year-old? And who can out-argue a three-year-old? (Rhetorical questions. There’s no contest and no winner.)

Upon the arrival of the meal and the said Panang curry, the child took the first bite, and announced, “I *Don’t* like Panang curry.” Hilarity ensued.

So perhaps to honor the memory of that child’s precious face, I ordered Panang curry. I think I will not order it again, and I can cross that off my proverbial list.






Major Edward Percival Lawton, 1863-1929

March 22, 2015

He’s Sugar’s grandfather.

I don’t know much about him, and neither does Sugar.

He had a military career, and traveled the world on military and business matters.

He also taught at a university in Puerto Rico, or, as it was written on the old photos, Porto Rico.


Edward Percival Lawton

Edward Percival Lawton

The family lived on a plantation called “Topside” in Puerto Rico.

There are very few photos of him. Sugar said that the next two photos are of his grandfather and a driver in Porto Rico at the university, possibly around 1914 or so.

When (If) I find more photos, I’ll add them here.






Rainbows and Rocks

March 18, 2015

A rainbow and a box of Irish rocks. 

I’m feeling lucky. Indeed. 

Linked By Lengnicks: Charles A. Lengnick, the Patriarch

March 15, 2015


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Lengnick, Charles A.        (card 1/2)

PP           June 4, 1903       p. 2


Death of a Good Man and Citizen.

The death of this estimable gentleman

occurred in Greenville during the night of

the 27. He had been in feeble health for

some time, had spent a while in Camden,

and had lately gone to Greenville in the

hope of renewing his better physical con-

dition, and was the guest of his sister-

in-law, Mrs. John H. Houston. Mr.

Lengnick was born in Dresden, Saxony,

in 1834, and came to this country in

young manhood, and married Miss Mary

Burdell, of Charleston. Besides his

widow, he left three sons, Messrs. J. M.

Lengnick, E. E. Lengnick and Albert

Lengnick. The two former resides in

Beaufort, and the latter in St. Louis.

His two daughters are Mrs. John Wilson,

of Waynesville, N. C., and Mrs. J. S. Bur-

dell, of Camden, S. C. He also left several


Mr. Lengnick came to Charleston when

quite a young man, and engaged in busi-

ness. When the Civil War began, he was

among those other brave spirits who volun-

teered to defend their adopted home from

the invader. He volunteered with the

German Artillery, and is reported to have

been a good soldier. At the close of the

war, with his brother, he engaged in the

wholesale notion business on Hayne street,

Charleston, but the financial crash that

visited the country a few years latter

crushed him along with many other busi-

ness houses all over the land.

In all the walks of life Mr. Lengnick

was a man most gentle in manner and con-

duct, and was esteemed by all who had the

pleasure of his acquaintance. He was a

devoted husband, a fond father, and a

good, true friend, and the news of his

death, while not entirely unexpected,

brought sadness and sorrow to many

friends, who feel the deepest and warmest

sympathy for the afflicted wife and be-

reaved children, who mourn the loss here

of a husband and father whose memory is

of a husband and father whose memory is

worthy of all honor. As for ourselves, we

shall sorely miss our good old friend, who

we have known for many years.

The remains, accompanied by Mrs. Leng-

nick and Mr. J. M. Lengnick, who were

with him at his demise, and Mrs. Wilson

and Mrs. Burdell, reached Beaufort Fri-

day evening at twilight and were taken to

St. Helena Church, the church deceased

attended in life when, in the presence of a

large gathering of friends, the solemn and

impressive services of the Episcopal

Church were read by the rector, Rev W. L.

Githens. The pallbearers were Messrs. C. E.

Danner, R. R. Legare, B. S. Sams, W. H.

McFeeley, D. W. Crocker, W. R. Bris-

tol and C. C. Townsend. The mortal re-

mains were laid to rest in the cemetery at-

tached to the church; the grave being

buried beneath beautiful floral tributes

contributed by sorrowing friends.

Linked By Lengnicks: Lewis Wood Lengnick

March 11, 2015



Lengnick, Lewis Wood    (card 1/1)

BG   April 27, 1981     p. 12

Best copy available.



Lewis Wood Lengnick, 74

died Friday at LaJolla, Calif.

Mr. Lengnick was born Jan.

15, 1907 in Aiken, a son of the

late Emil E. and Lena Wood

Lengnick. He was retired

president of Hawaiian

Electric Co. in Honolulu.

Surviving are his wife, Polly

Barr Lengnick of Austin,

Texas; and a brother, C.

Alfred Lengnick of Beaufort.


Linked By Lengnicks: Emilie Guerard Lengnick

March 11, 2015




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Lengnick, Emilie                (card 1/1)

BG          March 3, 1966    p. 2


Funeral services for Miss

Emilie Guerard Lengnick of

1411 Bay St., were Wednesday

at 3 p.m. at St. Helena Pro-

testant Episcopal Church with

the Rev. John W. Hardy office-

ating. Burial was in the church

cemetery directed by Morrall

Funeral Home.

Miss Lengnick died Monday

at Charleston.

She was a graduate of the

University of South Carolina

and was a member of Alpha

Delta Pi Sorority. She was a

member of St. Helena Church.

Surviving are: her parents,

Mr. and Mrs. C. Alfred Leng-

nick of Beaufort; two sister,

Mrs. Colden R. Battey Jr., of

Beaufort and Mrs. Coming Ball

Gibbs Jr., of Charleston.

Clever reader and commenter Linda Smith grew up and around Beaufort. On this previous post about Georgia On My Mind, she said that she knew Emily Lengnick and believed that Emily’s father’s name was Alfred.

Good job, Linda! This obituary confirms what you remembered back in 1964.

Linked By Lengnicks: John Marion Lengnick

March 7, 2015

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Lengnick, John Marion   (card 1/2)

BG          August 27, 1915                p. 1

Mr. John Marion Lengnick died

early Monday morning at Battle Creek

Sanitarium, Battle Creek, Mich.,

where he had gone several months

ago for his health, after an illness

extending over a period of years. The

news of his death was received here

that morning with many expressions

of sadness and regret, for he was uni-

versally beloved and respected here,

his hometown for almost his entire

life. While it as known for some

time that he was not receiving the

benefit he hoped to derive from his

trip there, it was hoped that he

would rally from this attack.

While Mr. Lengnick had lived in

Beaufort for many years, his native

home was Charleston, he having been

born there nearly forty-nine years

ago. He was the eldest son of the late

Mr. Charles A. Lengnick and Mrs.

Lengnick of that city, and is survived

by an unusually large number of rel-

atives, among whom are his wife,

and two children, his mother, Mrs.

Mary Lengnick, two sisters, Mrs.

James Burdell of Camden, S. C., and

Mrs. J. C. H. Wilson of Rock Hill

and two brothers, Messrs. Charles A.

Lengnick of St. Louis, Mo., and E.

E. Lengnick of this city.

The death of Mr. Lengnick re-

moves from Beaufort one of its most

representative citizens, one, who un-

til a few years ago when his health

failed, was a most active worker for

the welfare of the town and also an

ardent worker among church and

business circles.

He was a prominent

Knights of Pythias and a member of

the Masonic Lodge, and for many

years a vestryman of Saint Helena

Episcopal Church, which office he

held at the time of his death. Mr.

Lengnick was also a director of the

Beaufort Bank, which closed its doors

at two o’clock on Wednesday after-

noon as a tribute of respect, and a

member of the firm of Lengnick

Brothers which has for many years

conducted the well known dry goods

store on Bay Street. During the

years 1909, 1910, 1911 and 1912 he

served in the State Legislature as a

Representative from this county hav-

ing been elected for two terms.

The funeral services were held on

Wednesday afternoon in the presence

of a large number of relatives and

friends in the Saint Helena Episcopal

Church at six thirty o’clock with the

Rev. C. W. Boyd, rector of the

Church, officiating. The interment was

made in the family lot of the grave-

yard of the church just as the shadows

of evening began to fall. The follow-

ing acted as pallbearers: active,

Messrs. C. G. Richardson, C. G.

Luther, George Waterhouse, W. J.

Thomas, D. W. Crocker, and W. H.

Cory; honorary, Messrs. W. R. Bris-

tol, H. M. Stuart, J. S. Claghorn,

and W. F. Marscher. Seldom have

more beautiful floral tributes been

seen at any funeral in Beaufort and

they attested in a measure to the high

esteem with which Mr. Lengnick was




I noticed *Finally* after reading and transcribing and proofreading this obit that there’s an error. I wondered why John Marion Lengnick’s brother Albert Carl wasn’t listed in the obit, and who’s Charles A. Lengnick in St. Louis, Missouri?

Of course, the Charles A. in the obit is Albert Carl Lengnick who married Georgia Agnes Bateson.

I’m a sloooow learner.