Mockado, NOT Mikado


Not to be confused with the comic opera Mikado, by Gilbert and Sulivan, the carpet and fabric named Mockado was a 16th century invention of woolen pile yarn and ends made in imitation of silk velvet. Mockadoes were introduced into England from Flanders by Dutch and Walloon weavers fleeing Spanish rule.


Mockado Rug

Karastan’s Mockado Area Rug is the perfect solution for those seeking a solid color rug. Karastan’s offering comes in six colors and 39 sizes, combining luxurious New Zealand Wool and Karastan’s exclusive SmartStrand Silk. The Mockado Collection comes in both standard and custom sizes, creating endless possibilities for every home and every space.

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Why New Zealand Wool and SmartStrand Silk

New Zealand wool is considered superior to other wools because it is a blend of of Merino and Downs breeds selected for comfort, strength and performance. Karastan SmartStrand Silk rug fibers are strengthened for durability and softness to provide easy care and lasting beauty for years of use.

Tatami Mat

The Mockado rug may appear visually similar to the traditional Japanese Tatami mat, but that is deceiving. The Tatami is made of rush and cloth.


Thanksgiving by Edgar Guest


Gettin’ together to smile an’ rejoice,
An’ eatin’ an’ laughin’ with folks of your choice;
An’ kissin’ the girls an’ declarin’ that they
Are growin’ more beautiful day after day;
Chattin’ an’ braggin’ a bit with the men,
Buildin’ the old family circle again;
Livin’ the wholesome an’ old-fashioned cheer,
Just for awhile at the end of the year.

Greetings fly fast as we crowd through the door
And under the old roof we gather once more
Just as we did when the youngsters were small;
Mother’s a little bit grayer, that’s all.
Father’s a little bit older, but still
Ready to romp an’ to laugh with a will.
Here we are back at the table again
Tellin’ our stories as women an’ men.

Bowed are our heads for a moment in prayer;
Oh, but we’re grateful an’ glad to be there.
Home from the east land an’ home from the west,
Home with the folks that are dearest an’ best.

We are blessed!

A portion of a poem by Edgar Albert Guest (1881– 1959)

Prolific and gifted, artistic, optimistic, never ever a cynic, Edgar Albert Guest was the best lyric poet of his day.

For 30 years Edgar Albert Guest published a new poem every single day in the Detroit Free Press. More than 11,000 poems, over 20 volumes of poetry, and, for eleven years, a weekly radio broadcast!


Christmas Past

Who remembers when?

These days, I find myself like an aging Dylan Thomas trying to remember those days when…

One Christmas was so much like another, in those years around the sea-town corner now and out of all sound except the distant speaking of the voices I sometimes hear a moment before sleep, that I can never remember whether it snowed for six days and six nights when I was twelve or whether it snowed for twelve days and twelve nights when I was six.

Though I may be confused at times, I do remember those days as happy times.

Peace throw pillow

College Days

Peace in the 60s takes on a new meaning for aging “flower children”.

Remember the good old days, when a looking for a Christmas tree was a trip with a saw to the forest in a Volkswagen van?:)

Santa Picks a Tree



When I was a child, it was grandpa with his white beard and boots, on foot. We parked the truck by the side of the road and walked through the deep snow. The snow rose to mid-thigh, making its way inside my boots, and quickly turning to cold water. The wind and the cold made my nose runny. And though I had mittens my fingers were smitten, nearly frost bitten.

When we came home with our prize tree for all to admire, Grandma was ready with a hot cup of cocoa, but not before she said to me, “Get out of those wet clothes, you’ll catch your death” and gave grandpa a look I took for a scold.

Dragging Home a Tree


Oh, what a wonderful time. Dad’s woody wagon, a trip to the hill, sleds loaded in the back with the dogs, and whoosh!

Red Woody


In a Comfy Cottage I Read


“I would rather be poor in a cottage full of books than a king without the desire to read”


“What a blessing it is to love books as I love them; – to be able to converse with the dead, and to live amidst the unreal!”
― Thomas Babington Macaulay

First Baron Macaulay (1800 – 1859), British historian and Whig politician, widely read author of The History of England from the Accession of James II and other works, who sadly had little appreciation of cultures other than his own.

A child prodigy who would become a social historian,  the three year old Thomas, gazed out of the window from his cot at the billowing chimney of a local factory, is said to have asked his father whether the smoke came from the fires of hell.

There are none so blind as those who do not read, excepting those who refuse to see and, just as bad, those who see only what they want.


Who, what, and where is Gat Creek?

Is the question, who is Gat Creek, where is Gat Creek, or what is Gat Creek?


Who is Gat Creek?

The name behind Gat Creek is Gaston Caperton, Gat to his family and friends.

Where is Gat Creek?

Gat’s story is that growing up in West Virginia, he and his family lived in home in a forested valley surrounded by mountains. Like most kids, Gat and his brother spent their days playing along a nearby creek that wound its way through the valley. Being a year older and bigger and taller than his brother, Gat saw the creek first and proclaimed it his by way of conquest. Gat’s brother protested to his parents, who gave into the fatigue of chasing two boys under the age of five, finally relenting in Gat’s favor,

“Okay, it’s Gat’s Creek.”

The name stuck and now appears on maps, along with a road of the same name.

What is Gat Creek?

Almost 30 years later, Gat Caperton fell in love with a local furniture company in Berkley Springs that built antique reproductions using local craftsmen and women as well as Mennonites and Amish workers from Pennsylvania and Ohio. The company was Tom Seely.

Gat was interested both because it was a local West Virginia company and because Gat was in love with the idea of designing furniture. A background in business and finance helped seal the deal.

“I am fascinated by people who buy troubled businesses, then fix them and make them profitable,” Gat would later say.

He bought the company and eventually gave it the name it now proudly carries. Twenty years later, Gat Creek is still American made, using solid wood cherry, maple, and ash. And now sells through a network of 200 national retailers from coast to coast.

One of these retailers is Tradition Home. We are proud to say that we were the first Tom Seely and Gat Creek retailer west of the Mississippi, having earned our spurs working with May and Bud Ledtke at Village Antiques in Vienna, Virginia.

* Footnote

It is interesting to say that during World War II, Tom Seely served with the Flying Tigers in Kunming, China; and Bud Ledtke was a B-17 pilot with the Eighth Air Force flying out of England, where he met his future wife, May, who work alongside General Curtis LeMay.

Gat Caperton is named for his father Gaston Caperton, two time governor of the state of West Virginia. The unusual last name traces its origins back to Lincolnshire, England and before that to the bailiwick of Caux in Normandy, France. It is said that the Caperton family was descended from Le Cappere of Ayncourt (Aincourt), and was granted lands by William the Conqueror, their liege Lord, for their prowess at the Battle of Hastings in 1066.

Cedar shake shingle two story cottage in Cannon Beach

By the sea, by the sea, by the beautiful sea

Had I never wandered, I never would have gone, and sadly I never would have known. Like Marco and his walk down Mulberry Street, there is a lot more out there than meets the eye, there is a lot more to know than what they tell you in the published guide. And if you don’t know Marco, you’ve never really lived (hint, Dr. Seuss).

By the sea, by the sea, by the beautiful sea, she sits on the porch of her Cedar shake shingle house, say it fast, say it again, and again, and laugh and laugh as you watch the wind and the waves pound the shore by the sea.

Cedar shake shingle two story cottage in Cannon Beach
Cedar shake shingle two story cottage with two porches in Cannon Beach, Oregon