Art, shopping, stories, jewelry and more.
embracing the spirit of international living
Great Britain
Cotswolds England by Terry kathryn Lawrence
Editor
Andrew James Lawrence
Publisher
Global Chic Art Terry Kathryn Lawrence
Contributors/ writers
A. Scott Carter Ella Grace Phillip George Shannon Carter Daniel F. Lawrence Lucy Harper
Maryann Lawrence Matthew lawrence shelley Brooks sample terry windquist
reflections from the publisher Welcome to the premier issue of Global Chic Lifestyle ...
embracing the spirit of international living
“Two roads diverged in a wood, and I, I took the one less traveled, And that has made all the difference.” Robert Frost
On March 6, 2020 I left my home/studio of more than 20 years for the last time on what I expected would be a six-month road trip around the US. I am a professional photographer and avid traveler and the time had come to make a change.
After selling all but a few personal belongings, my little Kia Soul brimming with clothes, cameras, a laptop, makeup and a pair of incredible French antique chairs that I simply could not part with, I ventured on to my first stop in Florida. By the second day of travel the news had become increasingly somber. I knew Covid19 was beginning to spread in the US, but where we were headed, I could not have begun to imagine. A sabbatical with time for art, creativity, travel and visiting friends was a dream, but suddenly it became a government-imposed isolation. My daughter’s home offered a beautiful sanctuary as I tried to understand and navigate this traumatic new world. Creativity took a new path and manifested itself into the most incredible international dinner parties with our isolated group, in addition to extended and more frequent happy hours.
A few short road trips to St. Augustine, Hilton Head Island and Savannah yielded an eerie awareness of the scope of the disaster imparted on our world. I found little comfort in using my new camera and any creativity I sought seemed to be an elusive part of my past.
“For the artist we must have solitude to wander mentally, to explore deeply. To reflect, to experience ourselves and to create.” Roberta Weir Leonardo’s InkBottle
I have always been drawn to the ocean, and finding myself technically and practically homeless, I rented a small condo on the beach. Warm breezes, intermittent news, and stressful trips to the grocery store were becoming my ‘new normal’. I hoped if I were patient a project that I was passionate about would appear. I awoke one morning at 4:30 am. It was still dark and while relaxing on the balcony, trying to face another day, the idea for a magazine began to emerge. The content would be contributed by my wide network of artists including my own wall decor images, art from the portfolios of my incredibly talented grandchildren, and art from a vast array of friends who are talented in a variety of media from painting, encaustic, and photography, to writing, home décor, and furniture painting. I knew I had articles to fill the pages of many issues with beauty, creativity, inspiration, and a sense that we can enjoy all the world has to offer as we come to terms with the ever- changing state of the world.
Amidst this crisis we find that it is healing to mourn all our losses, from the lives of the many we’ve lost to the most mundane of tasks like grocery shopping without feeling at a risk.
So, it is time to take a deep breath, grieve, and learn what this pandemic can teach us. We must take this opportunity to create the new normal as we wish it to be and embrace our future; living a lifestyle filled to the brim with beauty, art, appreciation, and compassion.
Enjoy!
In this issue
From Bath to Penzance
p. 6~17
Terry Windquist
The Smart Travelers Chaperone P. 18~19 Andrew Lawrence
The Flavors of... Great Britain
P. 20~21
Adornments
P. 22~25
Maryann Lawrence
Global Chic Art
P. 26~39
Gallery Collection Terry Kathryn Lawrence
Metamorphosis
P. 40~43
Destination road trip Green Oak Antiques
P. 44~49
Inspirations
P. 50~51
Image Transfers
Gingersnap Kidds
P. 52-53
On the write path in great grandsen
P. 54~57
shelley brooks sample
Pulteney Bridge
From Bath to Penzance By Terry Windquist
Years ago, when we used film in our cameras and the dark rooms were our laboratories, I made a decision, the lasting influence of which touches my life and work to this day. I enrolled in a three-week study abroad from the University of Michigan called Photographing the Landscape in England. We were housed on campus at the University of Bath in private dorm rooms taking regular photography excursions throughout the South of England. We based out of The Royal Photographic Society in downtown Bath where we would meet for lectures, critiques and to develop images in the darkrooms. I arrived in London on a grey Monday morning after the seven-hour red-eye flight out of Detroit’s Metro Airport. I traveled to Bath and on to the University. After the long hours of travel, and finally having settled in, I decided to explore the campus and ride the city bus into town. I stepped off the bus in front of The Parade Gardens; it’s striking display of flowers presiding over the meandering waters of the River Avon. The Pulteney Bridge with its distinctive three circular arches stood quietly before me, just in view from the park.
Bath is a beautiful city, it is built on the banks of the Avon, known around the world for its elegance and charm. Bath owes its origin to the mineral rich waters which have flowed for thousands of years from deep within the earth’s crust. Some 500,000 gallons of spring water, steaming as it hits the air, make the daily journey to the surface and quietly into town. Roman Baths
Bath Abbey
The Royal Photographic Society rests on Milson Street in the downtown. The society is a museum of photographic history housing some 350,000 photographs including 550 works by the father of photography William Henry Fox Talbot. The museum is also home to 9,000 pieces of photographic equipment and 24,000 books, some as old as the early nineteenth century. Many of the treasures held within the walls of The Royal Photographic Society are priceless but some have been estimated at a value of 500,000 to one million dollars for a single artifact. I spent many an afternoon lunching outdoors at the little cafes in town. On one such occasion, after a lunch of spinach quiche and a coffee, I ventured out to the old abbey in Bath. The first thing I noticed about the abbey was a ladder of angels mounted on the western wall. It was carved into the stone and the figures seemed to rise to the heavens. The Bishop of Bath, Oliver King, it’s said, had a dream. He saw the angels ascending and descending in seamless transition from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven inspiring the beautiful design now written in stone. Thousands of people gaze upon the angels every day as they relive the bishops divine dream. The abbey is known as an historic and atmospheric place of worship and many are struck by the superb architecture. Upon entering through the large door frame, one’s gaze is directed upward toward the fan vaulted ceiling which is considered one of the finest in the country. The present abbey church is the last great medieval cathedral to have been built in England. Construction, which began around 1499, was finally completed in 1616 after nearly 120 years of back-breaking toil. The Abbey is the third church to occupy the site since 757AD and is the final resting place to nearly 8,000 of our ancestors, the earliest of which were laid to rest in 1569 and the most recent in 1845.
“I spent many an afternoon lunching outdoors at the little cafes in town. On one such occasion, after a lunch of spinach quiche and a coffee, I ventured out to the old abbey in Bath.”
When the weekend arrived, I embarked on a journey by train to Penzance. I had always heard that everyone traveled by train in Europe. I liked the idea. I arrived early to the train station and bought a round trip ticket to Penzance; a five-hour journey to the tip of England’s southernmost point. While waiting at the station, I noticed many families with small children and stacks of suitcases. I learned they were traveling by train on holiday to England’s many beaches. It reminded me of all the British movies I had seen, and I felt as if I was, myself, a character in a gold dappled scene out of any one of the classic films. Leaving Bath, we headed southwest until the countryside gave way to the sea. Across the landscape and over the rolling hills I could see the coast and the view all but took my breath away. Given the option, I will always choose to travel by train. In time I arrived in Penzance where the train came to a full stop, and not a moment too soon as I could see over the platform where the tracks ran out; the end of the road lay just out of reach of the crashing ocean waves. I knew that Chapel Street was a ten-minute walk, but it was now almost noon and I had much still to see.
Low Tide
“It reminded me of all the British movies I had seen, and I felt as if I was, myself, a character in a gold dappled scene out of any one of the classic films.”
View from the train
Penzance is a fishing port in the county of Cornwall and is known as the sunniest and friendliest of country towns and the gateway to Lands End Peninsula, a gem among the storied regions of Celtic Britain. I walked along the harbor and took in the scene, the sea air, and smell of fish. It was exhilarating! There was so much to see. A fishing village, Penzance is packed to the gills with all manner of boats; fishing boats, yachts and pleasure boats all nestled within its granite-walled port. I came to notice the sounds all around me. The seagulls screeching, the waves crashing, and boats rocking and jostling at the docks. And it was a scene to behold. Though I could have explored the harbor for several days, the grey shadows were growing longer, and I knew I’d need a room for the night, so I turned my feet once again toward Chapel Street. The Cove
Penzance
Presently, I found myself on the famed Chapel Street; a quaint row of shops, galleries and restaurants. The street dates to the 1700’s but St. Mary’s Church, which is located there, is 1000 years old. I enjoyed the sense of peace and freedom as I peered through the windows and imagined old bearded fishermen with their nets walking down the street to their fishing boats on early foggy mornings of centuries past. There I found the Union Hotel and checked into my spacious room with its windows overlooking the street below. It was as quaint an inn as the journey had been and I knew I would have no difficulty finding rest there. Soon after I checked in, I called a taxi to drive me out of town and into the countryside. We made our first stop at the Minack; Cornwall’s open-air theatre, carved into the granite cliff and set in glorious gardens overlooking a panoramic view of Porthcurno Bay. Given more time, I would love to have explored the gardens and relaxed in the cafe while soaking up the sun and the sea air, but the hours of the day were few and I had more to see.
Minack Theatre
The Minack theater looks as though ancient, and thoroughly lost, Greek architects had carved it into the granite cliffs in eons passed. In fact, it was just under eighty years ago that a girl from Victorian era Cheltenham built this internationally famous theatre with her own hands. The gardens of the Minack blossom in celebration having become locally famous in their own right, especially among gardeners with a taste for the exotic. Succulent plants thrive on the open cliffside providing a look of maturity and mystery to the majestic slabs of stone that ascend heavenwards from the sea.
“I could see secret coves hidden in between the cliffs.” The Cliffs
My Taxi driver and I returned to our drive along the coastline. I was intrigued to find that one side of the road was occupied by farmland and rolling hills dotted with large round hay bales drying in the sun. The other side was rugged. The hills were adorned with native flora and turned into steep cliffs that dropped like anchors into the sea. From the taxi,I could see secret coves hidden in between the cliffs. They seemed the perfect place to build a home, nestled between the rocks that opened into a tiny beach before the wide, open ocean. We drove up to one such place, a two-story brick house tucked into the base of a tall cliff. And in front of the house was the most peaceful, sheltered little cove. A bridge spanned the width of a creek where a fishing boat sat pulled up onto the shore. It was so quaint; I could have spent the rest of my days there.
“I stood there at the edge of the world, 200 feet in the air on granite cliffs that rise out of the Atlantic Ocean. “
At long last we arrived at the fishing village of Land’s End. It is Britain’s most south-westerly point and one of the country’s most famous landmarks. I stood there at the edge of the world, 200 feet in the air on granite cliffs that rise out of the Atlantic Ocean and from my perch I could see straight across to the Longships Lighthouse, the Isles of Scilly twenty-eight miles away, and beyond; out into the vastness of the endless ocean.
Fisherman’s Cottage
The Smart T raveler’s C haperone Packing Light Andrew Lawrence I spent the summer of 2018 in St. Petersburg, Russia studying international politics at the State University of Economics. It was by far my most memorable experience abroad and while cathedrals, bridges, and nights on the town constitute most of my memories of Russia, there is one image that has continued to haunt me whenever the time comes to pack my suitcase. It is the memory of a three-piece luggage set; you know the kind: matching small, medium, and large. They were red, standing all together in the airport terminal and on top were perched a duffle bag, a backpack, and a purse. In order to understand the significance of this scene one must be made aware of the fact that all of this luggage belonged to a single person. I couldn’t believe my eyes as I stood ready to embark on the same exact journey accompanied only by a single, small carry-on bag. I would later learn that the owner of this veritable catalog of commodities was embarking on her very first trip abroad. The journey to Russia would be my sixth trip to Europe and the disparity between the amounts of luggage we considered appropriate is almost certainly a reflection of these facts. Packing light can be difficult, especially for first- or second-time travelers. Striking the right balance between coming prepared and being flexible can make all the difference in minimizing stress. Too much stuff distracts us from enjoying the moment and bags full of things weigh us down, limiting our freedom, and isn’t freedom what traveling is all about?
“isn’t freedom what traveling is all about?” * * * *
“The first principal of packing light is to choose a small bag and stick to it.”
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The first principal of packing light is to choose a small bag and stick to it. When I travel abroad, I prefer to take just one small suitcase, the carry-on size. This is more than enough space for me and the ability to walk on and off the plane without parting with my bags takes a load off my mind. It also allows me to navigate the airport far more efficiently by skipping the luggage check-in counter and the crowds at the baggage claim. The second principal is using space efficiently. The best way to do this is to roll one’s clothes rather than folding them in the traditional manner. I pack each item tightly into mesh packing cubes which keeps my clothes compact and organized. I never pack a pair of shoes other than what I wear to the airport and if I will need a coat, I wear it onto the plane to save space in my bag. An expert tip is to choose each article of clothing so that it can be worn in combination with any other article. This way the permutations of possible outfits far outnumber the total articles of clothing you decide to pack. When I travel, I pack very few non-clothing items. The list of essentials includes my passport, wallet with ID and money, house and car keys (pack these in an inside pocket of the suitcase as you will not need them and this way they don’t get lost), sunglasses, a phone, charger, and a power adapter (these are often country specific so make sure to bring the right one). Of course, we all have something we simply cannot feel comfortable without be it a laptop, a book, or a camera and if that is the case for you, then that item should certainly be included. Packing light doesn’t just take a load off your back, it takes a load off your mind. Keeping things simple makes it easier to live in the moment and enjoy your time abroad rather than spending it stressed and worried about not losing all that stuff.
Mary Berry Scones
Ingredients
12-16 Scones
8 oz self-rising flour 1 t baking powder A Pinch of salt 2 oz. softened butter 1 egg well beaten with enough milk to make 5 oz. 1 T sugar Method 1. Sift flour & baking powder and mix with butter till the texture of breadcrumbs 2. Add egg mixture to dry ingredients (retain a bit for glazing) 3. Mix with floured hands gently till soft dough and put on floured cutting board. 4. Roll out with floured rolling pin to ½ in. 5. Cut with floured fluted 2 in. cutter 6. Place on greased baking sheet, just barely touching 7. Glaze with remaining egg mixture
8. Bake at 425 degrees for 10 minutes until golden brown 9. Serve warm with clotted cream and strawberry jam
Cream Tea
Scone loaded with clotted cream and jam
Ella & Lucy’s Tea Party
A. Scott staging the scene
Cheers!
Photographer A . Scott Carter
Models Ella Grace & Lucy Harper
Maryann Lawrence
It’s difficult not to overstate the influence of Queen Victoria when discussing jewelry. As the second longest reigning monarch in England, her influence spanned 64 years – from 1837 until her death in 1901. So long was her reign that historians have divided it into three distinctive periods. Victoria was only 17 when she took the crown. Her youth, her highly public courtship and marriage to Prince Albert in 1840, and their devotion to one another influenced a generation. This is the Romantic Period. For their engagement, Queen Victoria gifted Prince Albert with a ring in the shape of a snake holding its tail in its mouth: a symbol of eternal love. Symbolism was emblematic of the Romantic Period. At this time, gemstones were tied to magical powers or special meaning. Pink coral was said to protect the wearer from evil and disease, ruby to symbolize passion; seed pearls to depict tears. The Romantic Period was a time of fairy tales and magic. The Victorians used gemstones to impart messages. A ring set with ruby, emerald, garnet, amethyst, ruby and diamond (spelling REGARD) was a common ornament, for example. Memento jewelry was popular, such as lockets that held hair or photographs. High necklines meant that necklaces were out and brooches were in. Long bar pins accented ruffled necks, or shell carved cameos depicting silhouettes, birds or garden scenes. All jewelry was handmade during this time. Repoussé was a common metal working technique of the early Victorian period. It involved hammering malleable metal into intricate designs and pattern. Rolled gold (gold sheets soldered to base metal sheets, or what we now call gold plated) was a popular alternative to what was then very expensive solid gold, although of course the Queen herself could afford such lavish indulgences. When the French colonized Algeria in the 1840s, motifs including the lotus flower, knots, tassels and festoons became en vogue. Natural motifs abounded during this time. Animals such as serpents, birds, and spiders, and bouquets of flowers, branches, leaves, grapes and berries. Gloved or bare hands romantically holding a flower or bouquet were sentimental symbols that remain to this day.
In 1861 both the Queen’s mother and Prince Albert died and the loss was deeply felt by the nation. During this time, traditions surrounding mourning were elaborate and quite strict. Full mourning, requiring an entirely black wardrobe and jewelry, was worn for a year. Half mourning, of gray and somber tones in both jewelry and clothing, extended for the next six months. At this time, onyx would have been used as the primary stone in jewelry as well as jet and obsidian.Memorial rings appeared, featuring elaborately woven hair and intricate engraving. Later, gemstones with deeper tones, such as garnets and amethysts would be used. The excavation of pyramids along the Nile created a fascination with Egyptian themes. Jewelry featured scarabs, falcons, ankhs and the images of the Egyptian Gods. In the 1870s, a major opal discovery was made in the British Territory of Australia. Diamonds had been discovered in South Africa in 1867. Expeditions to China created a new interest in jade. The rise of the middle class increased demand for fine costume jewelry and with the travel industry growing, souvenir jewelry became popular and so did classical Roman motifs. Acorns, bees, bells, birds, crescents, crosses, daisies, hearts, monograms, stars, and shield shapes were all popular. The late (or aesthetic) period reflected an entirely new era. With industry, entertainment, and travel on the rise, the world was opening up. Electricity became a feature of newly constructed building and motorcars made their debut. Actors and actresses became fashion trendsetters. A vast majority of jewelry was now machine produced.Etruscan and Egyptian revival themes continued to fascinate jewelry enthusiasts when the Exposition Universelle in 1867 exhibited findings from archeological digs. France’s Empress Eugenie’s passion for emeralds caused a sensation in France making them almost as desirable as diamonds.This was also a time of the suffragette, and fashion followed. Globe-trotting, educated and working women wore upswept hair, cascading curls and open necklines leaving space for necklaces and earrings to show.
Amethyst Ring & Pin
Georgian Era Stanhope
Scottish Agate Locket
But these were busy women and in middle class working families, the bulk and bold of the past was impractical. Jewelry was not as popular during the day, and when it was shown, it was far lighter and smaller. Still, with the introduction of mass produced jewelry, lots more of it was available to women. Bracelets made a comeback. Pendant brooches served double duty in the busy era. Soft curves and natural shapes with more delicate coloring were the result. Small cabochon stones became popular – a soft contrast to the harsh lines of cut stones. The Arts and Crafts movement – in defiance of industry – was in its infancy. Taking cues from the past, natural motifs continued with flowing, elongated designs. The Grand Period saw the early days of the Victorian era completely turned on its head. In 1893, the World's Columbian Exposition was brought to America. Chicago hosted and Louis Comfort Tiffany made a splash. It was said to be the largest exhibit of silver ever seen. Display after display, fully illuminated, diamonds and silver shone. The exhibition put America on the map, opening up the market for new jewelry designers and ushering in a new age for jewelry and women alike.
Turquoise Rose Cut Diamond Navette Ring
Victorian Snake Bracelet
Slide Bracelets
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V INES & I RON G ATE W hen she saw the preview for the film The King’s Speech it intrigued her, she was drawn to it by her love of the English countryside. While watching the film she suddenly realized that one of her favorite photographs had been taken at Sandringham Castle, a location noted in the film. She had traveled there a few years earlier and while she was photographing the exterior of the grounds she had imagined a member of the royal family was inside the castle, or perhaps the Queen herself. But now, she was certain that Colin Firth was there making this remarkable film. She didn’t really know if they used the castle much in the film, but she didn’t care. She just knew that there was something about the vines and iron gate that spoke to her, regardless who was inside.
Q UEEN’S G ATE W hat must it be like to be queen? To have every word and passing glance dictated by protocol and scrutinized by everyone? She thought of all the luxuries that came with the ‘job’, but the price seemed enormous. How could one learn and explore and be part of the real world when there was no reality associated with everyday life? To which castle should I travel today seems a trivial matter to consider. She was glad her only decisions would be which scenes should I photograph. She expected this too could also be considered equally as trivial!
C AMBRIDGE C ANAL I t was such a beautiful city, Cambridge, England. She wandered about simply enjoying the ambience of the old city. She strolled among the array of warm restaurants, fashionable shops, cozy cafes and bookstores so typical of college towns, but what wasn’t so typical was the amazing King’s College Chapel. The chapel is a storied and integral member of Cambridge University’s quintessential campus. What a wonderful environment in which to learn. She hoped one of her grandchildren would come here to study someday and she might come back to visit. She continued to explore the grounds where she soon found a peaceful and serene canal. It was so incredibly picturesque, and she could not imagine it at a more beautiful time of year: the warm colors of the late autumn were gorgeous and the soft light that dappled the little boat made the whole scene look just like a painting. What an absolutely beautiful place.
E NGLISH L ANE I S he had fallen in love with the Cotswolds. The fairy tale appearance of the thatched cottages and the winding lanes made her feel as if no one ‘real’ could possibly live there. She could romanticize about these places to her heart’s content. She imagined visiting the market, buying food for the day and cooking a wonderful hearty meal for adorable, laughing children. She could envision a perfect life here- that is, until the thatch needed repair and the garden needed tending and the children were whining- back to reality. Still it was a reality surrounded by such beauty; the simplicity of the countryside accentuated every stone and piece of straw, she was certain she could enjoy any reality here for as long as it lasted.
E NGLISH L ANE II S he absolutely loved driving through the little villages that dotted the countryside of the Cotswolds. Chipping Camden, Bourton on the Water, Great Tew, Stow on the Wold, and Broadway were a few favorites. This lane was so typical of what greeted her around every curve. She couldn’t recall which village she found this scene, but it really didn’t matter. Not that they all looked the same, but this lane was so representative of her idea of the Cotswolds. Stone fences, winding roads, thatched cottages and an ambience that was so peaceful and it made her long for a simple life. She truly embraced every moment she spent in this area.
E NGLISH S HEEP W hat was it about sheep? She had certainly never owned any, nor did she have any desire to do so. But every time she came upon a flock of sheep, she felt compelled to photograph them. Was it the comfort they represented? The thought of a beautiful wool blanket or cozy sweater? Was there a shepherd in her family tree? Or did they simply represent a calm and simple way of life that she longed for? Well, simple if that included world travel; she assumed that would not be considered simple by most standards!
T HE L ONG & W INDING R OAD S he reminisced back to her teenage years when the Beatles were of chief importance in her life. She seemed to evolve in her thinking in parallel to the changes in the music. From those first trite and silly songs to the poetic and message laden ballads of the later years. She was a 60’s child in music and dress, but not politically. Of course, she was against the Vietnam War, but her own personal agenda came first in those days. But as time marched on, she grew and so too did her view of the world and the state of affairs. Today, here she was far from home on a most historic day in US history. Barack Obama was elected President!! She wondered where this long and winding road would lead the world. She had hope.
T HE Q UEEN’S F OREST E nchanting, magical, mysterious,all of these and none of these; she couldn’t quite describe this place, but there was a feeling of nostalgia as she allowed herself to become totally immersed in the stately beauty of the forest. As a girl she had been enthralled with a series of books her parents had bought from a traveling salesman. A ten-volume set ranging from children’s fables and poetry to stories of adventure. The one that most intrigued her was a book of fairy tales from foreign lands; the exotic stories populated by beautiful women with long flowing hair and dresses billowing as they rode horseback through a majestic forest...this was that forest.
S UMMER C ASTLE A hint of mist in the background obscured her view with a veil of softness, so she was free to let her imagination roam. Whatever lies beyond the gate was surely a place of beauty. Attention to every detail gave the entrance a stately yet somewhat understated grandeur. Design that flowed so organically that it did not disrupt nature, but rather enhanced it. The British, she decided, had an uncanny style that encompassed comfort, stability, beauty, and often impeccable taste all rolled into one. From the cozy, familiar feeling of a pub, to the intricate beauty of the thatched roofs of the Cotswolds it was a style she totally embraced.
English Hydrangeas T hey stopped for a quick lunch at a pub just a few kilometers west of Bath. She and a friend had been traveling the Cotswolds and Wales and were nearing the end of their adventure. It was such a dreary day, but the hot soup and warm bread thawed the chill and warmed them. As they left she could not help but notice the beautiful hydrangeas. She was reminded of the huge bushes that grew in from of her grandmother’s house when she was a child. She never really liked them much; she thought of them as an ‘old lady’s flower’. But now, she loved them. The white, pink and blue of those beautiful blooms reminded her of travels to Italy, England and the America’s east coast, but most of all they reminded her of her grandmother. She had changed her mind. The hydrangeas radiated life and nostalgia. No longer were they an ‘old lady’s flower’.
Population Data United Kingdom Population: 67.2 million Total Fertility Rate (Average Number of Babies born to Reproductive-Age Women): 1.6 Gross National Income Per Capita: $46,240 Percent Living in Urban Areas: 84%
Life Expectancy at Birth for Females: 83 Life Expectancy at Birth for Males: 79 (Or, if you prefer - overall) Life Expectancy at Birth: 81 Average Household Size: 2.3 Percent of Population under Age 15: 18% Percent of Population Ages 65 and Older: 19%
On any given day you might find Paul wandering the aisles of thrift stores, stopping at random garage sales, or checking out used furniture on Marketplace. He has a talent for looking beyond the tired façade of a piece and seeing not what it is, but what it could be. A keen eye for quality furniture with good bones is one of his many talents. Paul started painting furniture years ago and selling them in small vendor malls when he lived in Royal Oak, Michigan. Painted furniture was just beginning to be a trend and he sold many pieces on Ebay.
He began his career with a mostly white palette, and his pieces were sought out by those who loved the idea of painted furniture but did not want to tackle the project themselves. Often people who had attempted to paint their own soon came to realize how much more was involved than simply throwing some paint on a piece and sanding the edges. A good finish, with depth and character is often achieved by techniques which Paul has perfected over the years.
Constantly trying new products, mixing his own paint and learning from others in his field, he has developed a style that is best appreciated in person as the depth of the layers is hard to capture in photography. Attention to detail, right down to lining the drawers of the dressers is apparent in Paul’s work. Carefully chosen knobs and hardware compliment the pieces.
Giving these quality pieces of furniture a new life and a new look is important to Paul. He often combines natural wood finishes within his painted pieces, and appreciates fine antiques, but the trend in many homes now is quality painted furniture that can fit into a more contemporary style. He often researches pieces to be sure they are not a sought after antique before he gives them a new life with paints and glazes. His clients range from all ages and décor styles. He recalls a beautiful desk that sold to a very well know British star. He made that delivery to her trendy NYC apartment himself! Following current colors and trends is something that guides his work but does not dictate it. While he will paint pieces that he thinks will sell, he is always trying new color palettes to see what the clients are looking for One statement piece is often the trend in a more contemporary style, even if that piece is very rustic and weathered. As long as it adds character to the room most of his pieces are adaptable. To see more of Paul’s work, visit Walnut Street Marketplace in Howell, Mi. Items are also available at his Etsy store etsy.com/shop/ashtonluluvintage Or visit him on facebook.com/ashtonluluvintage
Green Oak Antiques Rochester, Indiana
At long last, after miles of driving through the typical Indiana countryside, a sign appears for Green Oak Antiques;next left. Another mile down a side road sprinkled with old houses leads to a wide bend. And as you round the corner you are greeted by a huge array of outdoor metal garden adornments and a giant metal rooster. Colorful, quirky, elegant, and interesting describe the plethora of items available. Flamingos, plant hangers, iron settees, and owls, the selection is vast, but the front lawn is only the beginning.
Upon entering the enormous warehouse showroom, you will be greeted by the owner Ann. Her unique style (I do not think I have ever seen her without a hat) is reflected in every inch of the store which she completely styles by herself. It is a three-generation family affair, with Ann as the matriarch, so the logistics of moving furniture and hanging wall décor are left to others. It is her meticulous attention to balance, design, and detail that can cause the others to roll their eyes as she has them move a particular piece just a few inches until it meets her expectations. The design looks effortless, which is what makes it feel so inviting.
The store is known for a signature style piece that is rustic yet classic and was designed by Ann. Her husband and others build these pieces by hand. A combination of hearty wood and ceiling tins are detailed to create either a simpler or more formal design. The buffet and sideboard are the most popular items and each piece can be finished to the customer’s specifications. Ann, born and raised in the area, has always had her hand in sales, either wholesale or retail, and in customer service which is evident in her warm and friendly approach to her patrons. From starting a record store in 1978 to selling yard sale items and antiques to décor stores to buying and selling gold her journey has evolved with the times. As the desire for antiques fell off and eBay changed the buying market their store emerged as a purveyor of custom-made furniture and unique home décor items.
The once only wholesale business has become a destination shopping location and people often drive hours to see what they can add to their home or garden.
There are still plenty of antiques, Pinterest project pieces, and a back room for the DIY shabby chic furniture painters as well as high end florals.
A global, bohemian, colorful vignette is particularly intriguing, and Ann proclaims this area her favorite; a little bit hippie, a little bit exotic.
The surrounding area offers some quaint restaurants and the huge Shipshewana Market. It is great for a Sunday drive or a fun girl’s weekend. The store is open 7 days a week. Ann hosts four yearly events that draw thousands, including an event in February as well as a Garden Party, Yard sale and their annual Christmas Open House. When asked to describe her store Ann says, “We are for the adventurous woman.”
Photos by Daniel F. Lawrence
Green Oak Antiques Rochester, Indiana 574-223-5702 www.greenoakantiques.com
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On the Write Path in Great Gransden by Shelley Brooks Sample “Sometimes you will never know the value of a moment until it becomes a memory.” -Dr. Seuss Like many Americans, my ancestors immigrated to the United States from Great Britain and Europe. Through the course of my travels I have visited the churches, libraries and cemeteries in the cities and villages they once called home. On November 6th, 2008 my long-time friend Terry Lawrence and I were traveling in England on our way to Cambridge when we decided to take a quick detour to Great Gransden. This lovely village is known as the home of England’s oldest post mill among other things, but I hadn’t come for the sights. I was searching for information about my boyfriend’s ancestors. We made our way to the parish church, St. Bartholomew. I signed the church guest book stating that I was looking for information on a Sarah Ann Beeken, my boyfriend’s great grandmother. I rested a moment to take in the charm of the lovely church, knowing I would probably never see it again. We walked briskly through the graveyard looking for any clues or
traces of Sarah’s family, but none were to be found. Before we left, I snapped a photo of a single lonely headstone lying on its side, covered in weeds and vines and with that we were off to Cambridge. The trip was lovely, as England always is, but I was disappointed that I hadn’t been able to find any clues about my boyfriend’s family, the family of Sarah Ann Beeken. On the flight back to the U.S., I looked through my genealogy notes and discovered that I had made a grave mistake. Sarah Liles is who I should have been looking for. She came to America in 1852 as a housekeeper to Hector Beeken whom she married in 1858, taking his name. I got the feeling there was more to the story than I had initially thought. Once home I viewed the photos of my trip and stumbled upon a great discovery; the lonely headstone, covered in vines, was engraved with the name Liles! I almost fell off my chair. What were the odds that the one stone I took a photo of was a Liles even when I thought I had been looking for a Beeken? Other than the name, all I could read was the year 1890, and in loving memory of -. The first name looked like it ended in the letters “mas”, a Thomas perhaps? I sent an email to
the only contact I could find, the Lay Music minister. I received a response from Mrs. Sheila George. She stated that she was in charge of the choir and captain of the bell-ringers. She had seen my entry in the visitor’s book at the church, and although she had been attending the church since 1959, she told me that the name Liles did not ring a bell. She wrote, “The gravestone is for Thomas Liles who died in 1890. Since you took your photo someone else has been looking at the gravestone as the ivy has all been removed and the wording revealed.” Ok, now things were getting weird. Who else would be interested in this lonely old stone that turned out to be Chuck’s (my boyfriend) great, great uncle? We corresponded a few times and she provided me with helpful information as only a local could. It turns out that Thomas was a publican; the owner of an old pub called The Plough. He had remained in Great Gransden when his brother John left with his family for America in the mid 1800’s.
Photo by Phillip George
It was now six years after my visit to Great Gransden. Satisfied with the discovery of this lineage, I had continued to correspond with the Georges from time to time and was once again preparing for a trip to Europe. I had just finished putting together plans for the trip of a lifetime. Chuck had never been overseas, and we weren’t getting any younger. I wrote to Sheila that Chuck and I would love to visit Great Gransden and meet up with her and her husband, Phillip. We arranged to meet them when we returned to England from our tour of London, Paris, and Rome. We arrived in London on October eighteenth and our tour began. While in Paris, I was sure Chuck would surprise me and propose at the top of the Eiffel Tower. To my disappointment, I couldn’t even get him higher than the second level. It didn’t look like love was in the air, even up there, in the city of lights, the most romantic place in the world. Oh well, c’est la vie. We flew from Paris over the Alps to Rome and it was terrifying. But my fear of flying didn’t stop me from traveling. It did however require many gin and tonics, hand holding and a paper bag to control my hyperventilation. No wonder Chuck didn’t propose to me, I was, ok, I am definitely high maintenance. After a wonderful prolonged stay in Rome and a Mediterranean cruise, we flew back to London to meet my very good friends from Nottingham, Peter and Margaret. On November 14th, Peter drove us to the parish church of St Bartholomew in Great Gransden. I was thrilled that Chuck was finally inside the church that so many of his ancestors had attended. Peter promptly found a front row seat and Margaret roamed almost aimlessly. They were both acting strange. Chuck was tugging at me and pulling me to the front of the church making me very antsy. All along, I was complaining that he wasn’t taking in the wonder of all that his relatives had viewed. They actually saw these stained-glass windows, his great grandmother Sarah Ann Liles, along with her six siblings were christened right there, in that fifteenth century baptismal font. When we reached the front of the Church, he said “Will you stand up on the ledge, because I can’t kneel. I know you wanted to do this at the Eiffel tower, but I had this planned all along and thought it was the perfect place.” I started crying, so did Chuck. Chuck finally got me to listen long enough for him to propose. Pete was smiling ear to ear and laughing too. As it turns out, Chuck had given them a heads up on his plans. Indeed, it was a total surprise and the perfect place. How he kept that ring a secret for twenty-nine days was a miracle unto itself. Oh, by the way - I said yes. Within moments, Sheila and Phillip George entered the Church. We introduced ourselves and told them
about the engagement. And as though this day wasn’t already perfect, they asked if we wanted to go up the tower to the bells. We climbed up very narrow circular stairs to view 7 bells of various ages ranging in dates from 1658 to 2000. Though no longer rung, the old bell that was replaced in 2000 is still honored and in its place at the top of the tower. Like a kid in a candy shop, Pete seized the moment and rang one of the bells. The next day we drove to Worcester and spent a week touring it’s cobblestone streets in the old town, with side trips to Bath, Stonehenge and Wales. After we returned home, life as we knew it hadn’t changed, but we had. We had new memories that would last a lifetime. As I continued to research Chuck’s family tree, there was one more surprise. I discovered that Sarah’s husband, Hector E. Beeken had been born in Worcester. He owned a grocery on one of the streets we had walked down. Little did I know the value of the photograph in the graveyard in that moment or the memories that would follow as a result of it’s signifigance. It is as though the picture of the headstone had an underlying skeleton with more than one story to tell, pun intended. A photo of a neglected headstone lead to a surprise engagement, new friendships, a unique opportunity to learn about bellringing and it led to this story. Sadly, the day Peter took us to the bus to return to Heathrow would be the last time we would see him. These pages are dedicated to his loving memory. I will always remember him sitting in the front pew waiting for the show to begin, grinning from ear to ear. The only thing missing was the popcorn.
Photo by Terry kathryn Lawrence
CONTRIBUTORS
EDITOR
Andrew Lawrence is a graduate student and MA candidate at American University in Washington DC where he is pursuing a graduate degree in international diplomacy and national security. Andrew’s writing has appeared in front of academic panels, on the desks of members of congress and everywhere in between. He has also ghost written for members of congress and foreign ambassadors as well as countless colleagues and friends. Andrew lives by the belief that life is a celebration and in that spirit practices enthusiastic musicianship, expressive painting, and generous cooking and hosting. Academic and artistic pursuits as well as his many travels from Budapest to Rome to Moscow have shaped his openness to new experiences and his easy going and adaptable disposition. Instagram Andrew Lawrence Art Portfolio Using the camera as her paintbrush Terry Kathryn Lawrence Creates memorable images that speak a universal language. Whether it is a landscape or a child before her lens, She manages to capture the essence of her subject; Reaching deep within, revealing hidden beauty, and going beyond the ordinary.
PUBLISHER
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Image by Kate Oelerich
Terry holds the Master of Photography degree and was awarded the Photographer of the Year in Michigan. She has been recognized by Kodak and Fuji for her excellence in photography. Her travels and commissioned portraits take her to wonderful locations across the US as well as many countries in Europe, Mexico and Central America. The pages of her book, Inspirations & Destinations, are filled with a beautiful collection of art images as well as writings from her travel journal. A love of travel and passion for photography has led her to organize photographic workshops for amateurs and professionals alike. Her newest venture is the publication of a magazine called Global Chic Lifestyle. www. globalchiccollection.com Facebook at Terry Kathryn Lawrence Photography Instagram at Terry Kathryn Lawrence
Feature Artist
Master photographer Terry Windquist is a fine-art portrait photographer. Terry has received many awards for her photographs; stunning lighthouses, European landscapes, animal portraits and timeless portraits of children which grace the homes of many of her clients. Her images have been exhibited in Kodak’s Epcot Center and PPA’s Traveling Loan Collection. Terry is passionate about her faith and love of photography. A lifelong resident of Michigan, she recently relocated to the quaint town of Fairhope, Alabama on the eastern shore of Mobile Bay. Terry has created a series of fine art images that incorporate the new landscapes, foliage and wildlife available to photograph in the south. She is especially intrigued by the shrimp boats in Bayou La Batre. Art prints and greeting cards are available of her latest work. www.terrywindquist.com Fairhope, Alabama
About the Author Shelley Brooks Sample
Feature Writer
Shelley’s writing interests are history-laden travel and family historical fiction. Her plans were to go to law school, but when she wrote her thesis on “how to write for publication,” she knew she had to get on “the write path.” Her first trip to the United Kingdom & Europe was when she was nineteen, with twenty-some trips since. Highlights have been discovering family history locations in England and Germany and taking a train trip around the full circle of the United States. She is currently writing a historical fiction of her family. As owner of “Shelley’s Retreat,” she welcomes guests from all over the world. A 1950’s home on 6 acres with goats! A unique, private, tranquil location for travelers, writers and artists, located just outside of Ann Arbor, Michigan. Https://www.airbnb.com/h/shelleysretreat “Shelleys Retreat,” is on Facebook
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Gallery Collection~ Provence
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Gallery Collection~Germany & Budapest
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