Dainty-looking weeds and antique doilies.


I often do my best thinking while walking, especially on a Sunday morning when there are less people pounding the pavement at my favorite nature nook.

My musings this morning occurred as I passed the wildflowers and weeds that are in full bloom now throughout the Park.  I decided that, were it not for the allergy shots I’ve gotten for decades, walking in Council Point Park would not be half as pleasurable, even on a picture-perfect, weather-perfect day like we had today.

For years, August was a month of horrors … red and watery eyes, a running nose, and my throat felt so itchy that I used to down large spoonfuls of Grape Nuts cereal, as those little nuggets seemed to sooth that itchy throat and make it feel better.

One of my customers who had regularly eaten at the diner where I worked weekends and Summers while attending college, would see me standing waiting for the bus on Fort Street to go downtown to WSU, then after graduation, to work.  He would often stop and pick me up.  Harry Matelski lived on Grosse Ile and was a VP at Winkelman’s woman’s apparel store, and his office was at their headquarters on Woodward Avenue.  He preferred taking Fort Street to jumping on the expressway.  What a treat to have “the big ride” in his Cadillac, as opposed to the cramped suburban bus, which, in those days, often smelled of diesel fumes, had no A/C, and half the time the windows didn’t work and were stuck in an all-the-way-open, or all-the-way-shut position.  Before Harry, after my morning commute, I’d arrive at school or work a sniffling and sneezing mess.

Of course, I would whine incessantly about those Summertime allergies and how miserable late Summer was, but, as my parents would remind me … it didn’t stop me from going to Pine Knob where my friends and I regularly had lawn seats.

My grandmother had the same hayfever symptoms come August and would similarly sneeze her head off … her sneezes came in rapid succession.  She often lamely joked that with her already-existing heart problems, a series of successive sneezes might prove fatal to her one day.

I finally started seeing an allergist and took shots in each arm (a/k/a as allergen immunotherapy) for twenty years.  Then my allergist retired and he said I could stop the shots, as I’d not had symptoms for years.  But, those sneezes and sniffles returned nearly ten years later, this time as early Spring allergies, not late Summer allergies like I had before.  Go figure.

The allergy shots regimen round #2 is successful, and, I’m happy to say that not a single sneeze has occurred at Council Point Park –  not in early Spring when the grass is lush and green, nor now, when the Park is full of weeds, like this Queen Anne’s Lace pictured above.

Every time I see Queen Anne’s Lace, I travel back in time to recall picking some and presenting it to my mom one time.  “Flowers from the meadow” I said and handed them to her.  She accepted that bundle of dainty weeds, which I had paired with other “wildflower” weeds, but, then, after thanking me, she gently told me that the pretty purple-blue chicory, bright-yellow buttercups and dainty Queen Anne’s Lace were not really flowers, but weeds.  Well, that was a letdown to me, but at least Mom was diplomatic about her “gift” wasn’t she?

Queen Anne’s Lace is really no slouch when it comes to weeds though … it does deserve some recognition besides the moniker of “weed”.  After all, it is a butterfly magnet, especially for swallowtails, like the butterfly I featured in a recent blogpost, plus, it was named after England’s Queen Anne, who was reportedly an expert lace maker.

Queen Anne’s Lace always reminds me of the decorative doilies under the colonial-style lamps in the living room.  These two doilies are relics and have some sentimental value.  They were tatted by my great grandmother.  She took up that hobby when she had to forsake a good deal of her farmhouse chores, after she was saddling up the buggy horse to go to church and Mabel was suddenly spooked by something, reared up, then came down with one hoof on the top of my grandmother’s foot.  She was laid up a long time, then never walked properly after that incident.  Besides baking, she filled her days with quilting, embroidering and tatting.



Today’s weather was perfect and I got another five miles added to my walking tally for 2017.  I originally intended to head to Heritage Park in Taylor since it was such a refreshing and glorious day, but, the Little League World Series is being held there today through next Sunday and I thought it might be too crowded.

So, off I headed to my favorite go-to place … Heritage Park can wait for another time.

About Linda Schaub

This is my first blog and I enjoy writing each and every post immensely. I started a walking regimen in 2011 and decided to create a blog as a means of memorializing the people, places and things I see on my daily walks. I have always enjoyed people watching, and so my blog is peppered with folks I meet, or reflections of characters I have known through the years. Often something piques my interest, or evokes a pleasant memory from my memory bank, so this becomes a “slice o’ life” blog post that day. I respect and appreciate nature and my interaction with Mother Nature’s gifts is also a common theme. Sometimes the most-ordinary items become fodder for points to ponder over and touch upon. My career has been in the legal field and I have been a legal secretary for four decades, primarily working in downtown Detroit, and now working from my home. I graduated from Wayne State University with a degree in print journalism in 1978, though I’ve never worked in that field. I like to think this blog is the writer in me finally emerging!! Walking and writing have met and shaken hands and the creative juices are flowing once again in Walkin’, Writin’, Wit & Whimsy – hope you think so too. - Linda Schaub
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8 Responses to Dainty-looking weeds and antique doilies.

  1. Ann Marie stevens says:

    Miss Linda………………………those are beautifully made Queen Anne’s lace that your great grandmother made and you still have


  2. lindasschaub says:

    Thanks Ann Marie – yes, those doilies are under two different table lamps in the living room … they have aged well, not yellowed, not torn and very dainty and delicate looking, just like Queen Anne’s Lace. My great-grandmother died before I was born, so they are at least 60 plus years old.


  3. Glennaray kaier says:

    Yes Linda I used to crochet these as did my grandmother, they are lovely. I was so sorry to hear about your allergies.


  4. lindasschaub says:

    Glennaray – I have never crocheted but admire the work of those who do. These have lasted well – not yellowed in the least and are very lightweight … not a wool, but some type of cotton thread that has been used. They have to be older than me because my grandmother died before I was born. Thankfully the allergies are under control due to the shots I get monthly. I highly recommend the immunotherapy to anyone who has allergies.


  5. ruthsoaper says:

    The Queen Anne’s lace does look like a doily. I have never done tatting but I think my grandmother did.

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    • lindasschaub says:

      My next door neighbor crocheted afghans of all sizes and when she had yarn left over made mini throws … I till have three or four she made. She loved to crochet and then as her COPD advanced, she was afraid of getting too near the wool and getting fibers to close to her mouth as she would not be able to breathe and she had to stop crocheting all together.

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      • ruthsoaper says:

        That is sad that she had to give up something she loved so much because of health reasons.

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      • lindasschaub says:

        Yes, she got rid of all her wool after several breathing issues as a result of being too near while working on projects … this was before she went on oxygen, just using a nebulizer occasionally or one pf those puff machines she carried in her purse to give a few puffs of air and was better. It eventually progressed to full time on oxygen a few years later.

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