She Went to the Poor Farm....Post Views...19,697

      Wednesday was Red Hats day.  We ladies went to the Poor Farm for lunch. 

I'm at the far left end.....that itty, bitty head way down there...

And that little guy is just that...

a little guy who is being cared for by his great grandma.  He "got" to come along.

SEE?



I always get a corner cause I'm the only one in her right mind...

Did I say that correctly?

I mean, I am the only one who is left handed.

 I had a half sandwich with Moroccan vegetable soup.  I thought it would be full of exotic spices.  It actually tasted like vegetarian chili.  Good, though, and spicy.  

Portland condiments....
Organic ketchup
Terminator Mustard
McMenamin's Spicy Dijon 




This particular complex of 2 restaurants, 2 hotels, pool hall, garden, spa, gift shop and glass blowing shop was at one time past the 
"Poor Farm" where  down in their luck families could come for shelter and help. 
(I had heard of the poor farm or poor house in my growing up, but I didn't know they really existed.  A grown up would say, "Your spending will send me to the poor house".)

(Poor Farm, TroytDale, Ore)

(McMenamin's is a chain of restaurants in which historic buildings have been bought and refurbished into restaurants.)

An authentic gas street light.  I had  never seen one before...

Surrounded by trees with gorgeous huge leaves...don't know what the tree is....









We watched the glass blowers at work. 
I asked if indeed glass is created from sand.  They said yes, there are 3 ingredients....silica, something, something (I don't remember what).  
The silica is the sand.

Blowing the glass

That's 2100 degrees....



 









They were making a purple lamp shade...

 

And so we all headed home again.....
We left the poor farm.....

The haze in the background is from the wild fires burning in mid Oregon.  

(I still get rides into Portland....
not brave enough to drive there)




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 Angie's last excursion in Ireland....


The cliffs of Mohr.....


Unfortunately it did not go well.....
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Fortunately there were friendly leprechauns around....

Boosted her back up.....

Luck of the Irish, I say.....
Bunch of Blarney? Bolony?

   All packed up and ready to fly home...
On Friday..... 

This has been a good "poor farm" day in the life of Grandma G.

"He [the Lord] raises the poor from the dust and lifts the needy from the ash heap."  (Psalm 113:7)