New Neighbors • Nutts and Balls | Cindy Pierce
New Neighbors • Nutts and Balls
Posted on April 3, 2011 by cindypierce
It seemed like a hilarious coincidence that both our neighbors had slang names for testicles. Looking back, the cosmic alignment of our neighbors seems very fitting for a number of reasons. The last forty years has been nothing short of a nutty life. Everyone told my parents they were nuts to become innkeepers, and they also admired their guts (balls) . The array of guests added to the nuttiness because they were a constant source of a human study for all of us. The building was always in need of creative solutions to endless problems. My dad and brothers made an adventure out of keeping the place from falling down. It took balls to start any project around here because you were quickly faced with a much bigger project than you ever intended to get into in the first place. The nuttiness got nuttier.
Bruce and I took over Pierce’s Inn in 2002. We knew we were nuts getting into this. Everyone made a point of telling us we were nuts, even my siblings. Choosing to become innkeepers takes balls, and mustering the balls to face the tasks of slinging chow, unclogging toilets, making beds and wrangling guests is a daily challenge. The good news is that our children have embraced the nuttiness of their upbringing, and it is not out of the question that one of them will be writing or speaking about it some time in the future.
7 thoughts on “New Neighbors • Nutts and Balls”
Holly Cornwell on April 3, 2011 at 8:06 pm said:
Cool. Bombs away, Cindy!
Vicki on April 3, 2011 at 8:22 pm said:
I am so happy to see you out in the blogging sphere. Your humor, insight, intellect, and compassion is unmatched in it’s timeliness and relevance. It won’t be long before you are on the Top 10 list of must read blogs.
Make time to write my friend. The world needs to hear what you have to say and until you have your own show, this is the best way to get your message out there. I will be reading with eyes and heart wide open.
Kate Harrison on April 3, 2011 at 10:43 pm said:
Not so coincidentally, you could be the nuttiest, ballsiest woman I know, Cindy! I love that you are doing this blog. Thank you!
Julie (Appleton) Gabriele on April 4, 2011 at 8:20 am said:
I can’t tell you how this makes me smile. I spent many, many nights at Pierce’s Inn making chicken divan (to this day I can still make it with my eyes closed), mud pie, and mini pizza appetizers! I learned more in that kitchen and inn than any lesson in school. I still remember your mom warning me to make sure I separated the meat scraps out of the leftovers so when we fed the chicken they wouldn’t become cannibals. I swear I had nightmares of it being my fault one of those chickens would eat another one if I wasn’t careful about making sure their dinner was full of vegetarian leftovers! And when things went wrong–oven broke or we didn’t quite make enough, all of us pitched in and improvised. To this day, it was some of the best teamwork I’ve ever seen. I LOVED hanging out and working at Pierce’s. It felt like home. Besides the incredible setting, it was a place full of laughter and love. I can’t tell you how psyched I am that you’re running the place. The tradition continues, as it should. Reggie would be proud.
flockmother on April 4, 2011 at 9:19 am said:
I love knowing more about how you got where you are! (Starting a blog involves similar nuttiness and ballsiness, you know.)
Would love to be able to subscribe to this via email (Appearance>Widgets>Blog Subscriptions)…
cindypierce on April 4, 2011 at 3:27 pm said:
I added some photos. The Ball’s have not lived here for decades, but the new owners left their sign on the tree. It is a classic sign. The Nutt’s have sadly passed away, but the Nutt House if for sale. They cared for their land as you can see from this sign.
Chris Wagoner on April 23, 2011 at 9:53 pm said:
Oh Cindy – thank you for stirring up some wonderful childhood memories – The Inn was my home away from home so many winters – I can still see my Mother and Grandmother working in the kitchen – and I too can make Chicken Divan in my sleep!
New Neighbors • Nutts and Balls | Cindy Pierce
New Neighbors • Nutts and Balls
Posted on April 3, 2011 by cindypierce
It seemed like a hilarious coincidence that both our neighbors had slang names for testicles. Looking back, the cosmic alignment of our neighbors seems very fitting for a number of reasons. The last forty years has been nothing short of a nutty life. Everyone told my parents they were nuts to become innkeepers, and they also admired their guts (balls) . The array of guests added to the nuttiness because they were a constant source of a human study for all of us. The building was always in need of creative solutions to endless problems. My dad and brothers made an adventure out of keeping the place from falling down. It took balls to start any project around here because you were quickly faced with a much bigger project than you ever intended to get into in the first place. The nuttiness got nuttier.
Bruce and I took over Pierce’s Inn in 2002. We knew we were nuts getting into this. Everyone made a point of telling us we were nuts, even my siblings. Choosing to become innkeepers takes balls, and mustering the balls to face the tasks of slinging chow, unclogging toilets, making beds and wrangling guests is a daily challenge. The good news is that our children have embraced the nuttiness of their upbringing, and it is not out of the question that one of them will be writing or speaking about it some time in the future.
7 thoughts on “New Neighbors • Nutts and Balls”
Holly Cornwell on April 3, 2011 at 8:06 pm said:
Cool. Bombs away, Cindy!
Vicki on April 3, 2011 at 8:22 pm said:
I am so happy to see you out in the blogging sphere. Your humor, insight, intellect, and compassion is unmatched in it’s timeliness and relevance. It won’t be long before you are on the Top 10 list of must read blogs.
Make time to write my friend. The world needs to hear what you have to say and until you have your own show, this is the best way to get your message out there. I will be reading with eyes and heart wide open.
Kate Harrison on April 3, 2011 at 10:4
3 pm said:
Not so coincidentally, you could be the nuttiest, ballsiest woman I know, Cindy! I love that you are doing this blog. Thank you!
Julie (Appleton) Gabriele on April 4, 2011 at 8:20 am said:
I can’t tell you how this makes me smile. I spent many, many nights at Pierce’s Inn making chicken divan (to this day I can still make it with my eyes closed), mud pie, and mini pizza appetizers! I learned more in that kitchen and inn than any lesson in school. I still remember your mom warning me to make sure I separated the meat scraps out of the leftovers so when we fed the chicken they wouldn’t become cannibals. I swear I had nightmares of it being my fault one of those chickens would eat another one if I wasn’t careful about making sure their dinner was full of vegetarian leftovers! And when things went wrong–oven broke or we didn’t quite make enough, all of us pitched in and improvised. To this day, it was some of the best teamwork I’ve ever seen. I LOVED hanging out and working at Pierce’s. It felt like home. Besides the incredible setting, it was a place full of laughter and love. I can’t tell you how psyched I am that you’re running the place. The tradition continues, as it should. Reggie would be proud.
flockmother on April 4, 2011 at 9:19 am said:
I love knowing more about how you got where you are! (Starting a blog involves similar nuttiness and ballsiness, you know.)
Would love to be able to subscribe to this via email (Appearance>Widgets>Blog Subscriptions)…
cindypierce on April 4, 2011 at 3:27 pm said:
I added some photos. The Ball’s have not lived here for decades, but the new owners left their sign on the tree. It is a classic sign. The Nutt’s have sadly passed away, but the Nutt House if for sale. They cared for their land as you can see from this sign.
Chris Wagoner on April 23, 2011 at 9:53 pm said:
Oh Cindy – thank you for stirring up some wonderful childhood memories – The Inn was my home away from home so many winters – I can still see my Mother and Grandmother working in the kitchen – and I too can make Chicken Divan in my sleep!