Category Archives: Barbara Ellen

Honey Pecan

This Valspar (Lowe’s) color of Bar’s choosing went on the dining room walls looking like peach. But after a second coat it dried more yellow—like honey! And sets off her Roasted Pumpkin on the accent wall quite nicely.

Ice

Ice on Ruby this morning, wipers frozen to the windshield, but Bar made it alright to work. Only a few icy patches in the highway before she got there.

Forecast snow didn’t materialize in our portion of Neely’s Canyon. Consumes about eighteen acres and all densely treed so hard to tell about elsewhere. Twenty-nine degrees at Camp Mabry at 8 a.m., probably cooler in the canyon.

Ruby

That’s what Bar calls her new Nissan Rogue Sport. Of course it’s bright red. Somehow we got talked into it after driving a 2017 silver model that was a bit cheaper and had more do-dads. That was Saturday.

The 36-month bumper to bumper warranty was the seller for her and she drove away in the 2019 car with just 17 miles on it. Drove Ruby to work this morning and pronounced the ride so nice that “I didn’t feel a single pebble on the road!” May it be ever thus.

More on Fort Magruder

More from the Austin Chronicle of July 4, 2003: “Homes were built over the location in the mid-20th century in the area called Fortview, and Fort McGruder [sic] Lane runs nearby. An undated brochure attested to historical markers at the site. Today, even they have long since vanished.

“Interestingly, the mid-1990s are when most of the fort’s history was written. Archeologists began research on the area in the spring of 1992 near Wadford and Dunlap streets. Homes covered the area, and the frontage road of Ben White was soon to cover the east-west trench. The team of researchers found where the [L-shaped] trenches were and how they were filled. The north-south trench was 260 feet long and met the 470-foot east-west trench. But no Civil War-era artifacts were unearthed. Not a cannon, not a rifle, not so much as a minié ball.”

By then, of course, the place had been picked over for generations. So how did Bar get her presumed Fort Magruder cannonball? From her mother, who lived in the area and collected odd things, like 1870 French bayonets, and 8-pounder cannonballs. My knowledge of the fort comes from maps and mentions at the Austin History Center.

What are the odds?

Had a chimney guy in last week to inspect the mini-rancho’s fireplace before we use it. He picked up Bar’s cannonball from the hearth, hefted it and asked if it was real. When I said yes, it’s real, he set it down gently.

I said it was Confederate from an old fort in South Austin before there was a South Austin. He said (coincidentally, what are the odds?) he grew up in Pennsylvania and his school classes spent time each year at the Gettysburg battlefield park. Said he had a friend coming down soon and he’d sure like to show him a real civil war fort.

I said the old fort, just earthen berms really with field piece (cannon) revetments cut into them, was near Ben White and South Congress. Somewhere on the northwest corner. All gone now, of course, buried under commercial development. But they can look at it and imagine how it was.

UPDATE: From the Austin Chronicle, July 4, 2003: “‘Archeological and Archival Investigations at Fort Magruder, a Civil War Period Fortification in Austin, Travis County, Texas,’ published by the Texas Department of Transportation, is by far the most comprehensive history of the fort or, more accurately, construction site. ‘The fortifications of Fort Magruder for all practical purpose never got off the ground, and to date no documented evidence has surfaced that Fort Magruder was ever garrisoned by troops for the military threat to Austin never materialized,’ the report said.”

Painting: burnt orange versus maroon

Getting a painting estimate today for the mini-rancho’s hallway and the bedroom ceilings. All in baby-blue. “Angelic blue,” by name. The bedroom ceilings will eventually have crown molding in white around them.

A bit more painting after that. For instance, an accent wall in “roasted pumpkin” (burnt orange, actually) in the dining area (not actually a room) surrounded by a shade of yellow Bar wants that I can’t remember at the moment. (Update: Honey Pecan) Lighter than the “Cheerful Yellow” of the bathrooms. Probably also followed by crown molding in white.

Thinking if we’re going to have UT’s burnt orange we need a maroon accent for A&M to help Mr. Boy feel at home. Howdy!

UPDATE:  We really like the Angelic (baby blue) hall and bedroom ceilings. But it finally occurred me that the color is the baby blue stripe of the Army’s dress uniform trousers for the infantry. And that figures. Baby, infant.

From Merriam Webster’s site: “The Italian word fante (from Latin infans, “infant, child”) originally meant “child,” later “youth, boy,” and then “servant.” In the 14th century, fante also took on the sense “foot soldier.” In Renaissance times, the fanteria, foot soldiers collectively, became a significant branch of arms, and the Italian word infanteria, was borrowed into English in the 1500s.”

New frocks

I had passed Barbara Ellen the latest Women Within catalog and she gave it back this morning. With pages folded back on frocks she preferred. I love clothing my big girl.