Revisited: Shine on, shine on, harvest moon…

30 09 2012

Originally posted September 23, 2008

En route to visit Barb and Dean in Spokane on Saturday, September 13, we drove past miles and miles of wheat fields and as the land became more golden in the late afternoon light, we noticed the makings of a harvest moon.

Whenever I hear the words, “harvest moon,” I always remember a very old Ruth Etting album (heaven only knows where I found it) that I eventually gave to a friend’s husband to add to his large music collection. I just did a search and I actually found the recording! The only words I could remember were “shine on, shine on harvest moon…for me and my guy.” (I sing it true to her old-fashioned vibrato, of course).

Etting revived the song in Ziegfield Follies in 1931. Click here to find it on youtube.com. And if you’re a Liza Minnelli fan, click here for her rendition of the song.

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ADDENDUM: Thanks to fellow blogger, Deborah Rose Reeves, for her recent posting of this poem by Ted Hughes.

The flame-red moon, the harvest moon,
Rolls along the hills, gently bouncing,
A vast balloon,
Till it takes off, and sinks upward
To lie on the bottom of the sky, like a gold doubloon.
The harvest moon has come,
Booming softly through heaven, like a bassoon.
And the earth replies all night, like a deep drum.

So people can’t sleep,
So they go out where elms and oak trees keep
A kneeling vigil, in a religious hush.
The harvest moon has come!

And all the moonlit cows and all the sheep
Stare up at her petrified, while she swells
Filling heaven, as if red hot, and sailing
Closer and closer like the end of the world.

Till the gold fields of stiff wheat
Cry `We are ripe, reap us!’ and the rivers
Sweat from the melting hills.

by Ted Hughes.





The road to Spokane

1 10 2008

On Saturday morning, September 13, after our hike through the wildflower meadows around Lake Tipsoo at the crest of Chinook Pass (with Mt. Rainier as an amazing backdrop), we hit the road to Spokane. We couldn’t believe how fast the terrain changed from mountainous to Arizona-desert-like! A few hours down the road, I spotted the teapot-shaped gas station and implored Michael to turn around, knowing how much Sue would probably get a kick out of (she is an all-things-tea guru and fanatic!). I also just had to get her in the requisite “I’m a little teapot” pose. Before the business closed in 2003, it was the oldest operating gas station in the U.S. Apparently diesel was just $1.79 a gallon during its last year in operation, as evidenced by the sign.

I searched online and discovered it is called the “Zillah Teapot Gas Station.” Located in Zillah, a town about 15 miles southeast of Yakima, the gas station was built in 1922 by Jack Ainsworth as a commentary on the Teapot Dome scandal involving President Warren G. Harding and a federal petroleum reserve in Wyoming. Learn more about its origins here and here.

I told Sue we should pool our resources to buy it and put it in her backyard in Huntsville. She could turn it into either a little tea shack or a potting shed—although at a purported cost of $250,000 to move, it would be one mighty pricey tool shed…not to mention what the homeowners association might have to say about it!

Concerned residents in Zillah formed a “Friends of the Teapot Association” to raise money to move and preserve the structure. Learn about the potential new use for the actual Teapot Dome Field here and here.

The drive to Spokane took us through a vast farming region where we saw lots of signs for apples, peaches, and other edibles for sale. The photo below the farm truck image was taken at a visitor center and rest stop along the way—quite a panoramic scene (this is just one section of it) for a rest stop. We got a kick out of a sign posted at the entrance to the parking lot: “Beware of rattlesnakes and don’t feed the seagulls.” Sue’s Mom heeded the rattlesnake warning (we didn’t see any), and there were no seagulls present to sneak food to anyway. The “harvest moon” photograph at the bottom was shot from Barb and Dean’s second floor balcony later that night.

NEWSFLASH! Thanks to my fellow blogger Toni, a fused-glass artist/photographer who lives in the Tri-Cities area on the way to Spokane, I now know the lake behind the rest stop was Sprague Lake (covering 1,840 acres!) in Adams County, Washington. Thanks for the info, Toni.

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