“The William Penn Hotel in downtown Pittsburgh was the place that champagne music was born.”  Lawrence Welk

Finally, then the champagne was poured.  I went to dinner with my wife along with friends who also are garden communicators.

From the Left:  Sara Brown, Doug Oster, Nancy Knauss, Sandy Feather, Martha Swiss, Phyllis Gricus, Denise Schreiber–Chairperson and Region II GWA Regional Director.

We communicated about another reason to travel back to Pittsburgh.

Garden Writers will be coming to Pittsburgh in 2014 for their International Symposium. 

They told me we would be eating Asian Fusion.  That is possibly the name given to this plate of assorted fish strips.  Or, culturally, we are trying to fuse with a lifestyle that requires less quantitative and more esthetically qualitative food.  The presentation was beautiful.  And I was admittedly not hungry at the end of the perfectly frozen coconut sorbet. 

My 312 years of experience have elementally changed me.

The people on this committee are excited thinking that more of their GWA friends will be joining them in two years.  Pittsburgh will have a magical opportunity to shine.  Here at the beginning of the planning, it’s a time in any committee’s life when the members recognize the connection behind friendship.  This group is united in its passion for the art, theory, practice, and excitement of Horticulture. 

I love this group and the enthusiasm behind it!

“I am long on ideas, but short on time. I expect to live to be only about a hundred.”   Thomas Alva Edison

“The first hundred years are the hardest.”   Wilson Mizner

The Junior League of Philadelphia celebrates its centennial this year.  Philadelphia is home to such a large number of honored and ancient associations that it would be curious to investigate whether there is any year forthcoming in which some group or other is not celebrating a centennial…or a bicentennial…or a sesquicentennial…or an any-than-many-centennial.  When you lose count of the number of multiples of 100 that an association has been incorporated, perhaps it’s time to stop counting and go back to look at what the association was originally committed to promote.

So I believe that it is important to note the passing of important milestones; not so much to be self-congratulatory and smug, but as a way to call to mind why it was so important to meet and discuss things over a nice meal in the first place.  I greatly enjoy a nice meal with pleasant company that presents the opportunity to exchange ideas and ponder deeply.  Also, I just like to hear myself talk.  Ask my fine cook and wife if you don’t believe me.

A hearty meal at the Junior League's Garden Meeting was enjoyed by my healthy appetite

I’ve finished celebrating my tri-centennial twelve years past already.  I enjoy when people try to date me.  Perhaps it’s easier to date a rock.  Perhaps the Pyramids are more memorable.  Perhaps the Acropolis is a better architectural statement.  Perhaps the Venus de Milo without her arms and head is a prettier picture than my sags and bags and wrinkles.  But then again, perhaps the memory of a fine day in the country amidst a group of fellow luncheon guests means more than the easily noted but soon forgotten thoughts what might have been better.  It is enough said to appreciate the wonders of being alive and in good company.

As John was relating his historical adventures the crowd sat politely silent and appeared to attend his tale.

I was introduced to any and all who wanted to speak with me.  The day moved quickly through its paces.

The president of the club is Ms. Graham Boose.  She was grace itself when I accidentally took the seat promised to her at lunch.  It is my oafishness and lack of social etiquette that always prompts me to take the center stage and seek the strongest spot light.  My apologies go to her as I reflect on the minor contretemps that occurred over my disregard of the formalities of the day.

John Bartram shared conversation with the President, Ms. Graham Boose.

A horticultural historian in the group, Ms. Mary Cloud Hollingshead, came prepared to best me in my challenge to always appear with the most outstanding hat.  I grant you that my striving for superiority is not in the Quakerly way of being humble, but then they were not welcoming of my opinions in all those years past.  I think I might be forgiven for a bit of harmless pride in the scale of my hat!  It has need to fit a large head after all.

Ms. Mary Cloud Hollingshead regaled John Bartram with stories of his own travels. I was very impressed!

The lady to whom I owe my thanks and gratitude for the invitation to share my story is Jane Acton.  She is the chairperson for programming.  Her charming notes and contacts over the many months leading up to the day were some of the most memorable of my experience.  It was truly an honor to be considered for this particular time and place.

Jane and John ending the afternoon with a contest of hats. I love hats!

I leave you with the thought that a celebration of 100 years is special.  Praise goes to any group capable of staying the course and successfully struggling with the vicissitudes of life that challenge us all just to get up in the morning.  Even more, I want you to think of my own personal journey of discovery during my own collection of 312 years past.  Come my next birthday, forget the extra candles and give me more butter cream icing with raspberry jam spread thickly between the layers.  Life is–and always should be–very sweet at birthday celebrations!

The audience takes its seats for the afternoon's lecture to begin.