Easy Napkin Folds
Easy Napkin Folds. Fleur De Lis Napkin Fold.
Easy Napkin Folds
- A square piece of cloth or paper used at a meal to wipe the fingers or lips and to protect garments, or to serve food on
- a small piece of table linen that is used to wipe the mouth and to cover the lap in order to protect clothing
- diaper: garment consisting of a folded cloth drawn up between the legs and fastened at the waist; worn by infants to catch excrement
- A napkin, or face towel (also in Canada, the United Kingdom, Australia and South Africa: serviette) is a rectangle of cloth or tissue paper used at the table for wiping the mouth while eating. It is usually small and folded.
- A baby’s diaper
- (fold) bend or lay so that one part covers the other; “fold up the newspaper”; “turn up your collar”
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- An area of skin that sags or hangs loosely
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- not hurried or forced; “an easy walk around the block”; “at a leisurely (or easygoing) pace”
by Jessica Kane
In the foyer of the historic Wells House, an enormous moose head hangs above a fireplace, guests chat with one another as they peruse the newspaper, and Zuzu the kitty, who is known for showing people to their rooms, slumbers in a brown leather chair by the front door.
Up the carpeted staircase, House Proprietor Marian McCann relaxes in the nail boutique on the second floor, getting a pedicure.
“If you would have asked me three years ago,” Marian laughed. “I never would have imagined being where I am today.”
Marian and her husband Vin McCann have been the proprietors of the
Wells House since October.
They moved up to the Adirondacks from New York City eight years ago
“It was rather lonely at first,” Marian recalled. “I kept
thinking I shouldn’t have retired, that it was too soon.”
Marian and Vin, who’s a veteran in the restaurant business, soon
began searching for a little restaurant to run. A short while later,
the Wells House went on the market.
The Wells House is one of the oldest historic inns in the
Adirondacks. When it was built in 1845, the three-story inn with the
wraparound porch was a considered a model of luxury and comfort.
Since, it has gone through many changes — from stagecoach stop to
biker bar — and most recently, a complete renovation that has brought it back full circle to its original prominence.
After taking a tour of the place,
Marian recalls that she knew it was meant to be.
“I turned to Vin and said, ‘You know, I just have a feeling we
And so they did.
With both their experience in the business, they were well aware it was going to
be a lot of work.
“The first few weeks we must have been here 18 hours a day,” Marian
Even so, Marian said, everything came together rather effortlessly.
The Wells House has 11 individually decorated rooms, each with
stained glass transoms over every door.
Downstairs, there are two restaurants: the casual “Once Upon a Moose Cafe,” decorated in rustic Adirondack fashion, and “Country,” their fine dining venue.
“I just love coming to work,” Marian said. “I
just enjoy it so much. You meet a lot of great people. Not just from this area but people from all
Marian was born and raised in Kent, England, a place renowned for its
“They call it the Garden of England,” she said.
She grew up one of seven children, in a 15th century farmhouse with
no central heating. “We had a few cows, we had a few of everything,
really. But it was mostly apple orchards, wheat and barley, and
beautiful flower gardens.”
As a teenager, Marian went to art school and then moved to London
where she operated an inn.
As a young adult, she vacationed for the first time in New York City.
“I loved it so much,” she said. “I decided to emigrate there.”
In New York City, Marian found work at a restaurant, that happened to be owned by Vin.
Marian and Vin met one night after work, while co-workers mingled over
“And the next day,” Marian recalled. “As I was folding napkins, he came in and said, ‘I just had to come and see whether you were
Two years later, Marian and Vin were married.
And that was in 1984, more than 25 years ago.
“It was just one of those things,” Marian said, eyes sparkling. “He’s
love of my life. And I love working with him – we just rub along
Marian and Vin operated a restaurant together in the City, and then, Marian decided to start her own business as a special event
florist, decorating some notable City venues like the Rainbow Room
and the Essex House.
“Only happy events,” Marian added. “So you were meeting people
Since the Wells House has reopened, Marian says she misses the City
less and less.
“I enjoy the smallness here, if you know what I mean,” she said.
“Everyone knows you — just walking the dog in Adirondack. And I
the people up here. They’re just very real.”
What Marian adores most about the Wells House is the space it provides
for the community.
“It’s really smack-bang in the middle of Pottersville,” she said.
“And for years, people have always come here to celebrate and have
Even the ghosts are apparently still having fun at the Wells
“I haven’t seen any personally,” Marian said. “But a few guests
mentioned a little blonde girl running down the hall laughing, and
others have heard music and dancing in the back even though no one
“But as long as laughter’s involved,” Marian added, “They
bother me at all.”
Though it’s been less than a year since Marian and Vin began operating the Wells House, already she said, it feels like home.
“I always feel like this came to us so easily,” Marian said, waiting for her shiny red toenails to dry. “When it’s meant to
be, you just kind of get this feeling and if you go with it, everything
will go smoothly. I have tried to do other thi
Baldwin Gultch Cache
After finishing the first geocache, and convincing Paige to another, we drove to a parking lot that got us as close as possible. Literally a hundred yards or so. As I picked up the backpack with the drinks, I found the passenger seat of the car was soaked in red Gatorade! Paige hadn’t shut the lid on her drink all the way. And I should have known to check, because she did the exact same thing with another Gatorade container just the day before. Luckily the aforementioned parking lot was that of a Burger King, so I ran inside, grabbed some napkins and came back out to soak up the mess.
Oh, the stupid dad moments get better…
After trying my best to cool down from now having a sticky passenger seat and backpack (and all the stuff in it like my GPS, notebook, etc.), we set out to get the next cache. At this point it had become a mission. It was going to happen! And, of course, nothing good ever comes of that in a parenting situation.
As we walked the first few yards Paige kept complaining. "Ouch. Ouch. Ouch." with every step. "Paige!" I said "Come on! It’s right around the bend. We’ll grab it and be back to the car." And surprisingly, she sucked it up and we kept moving. When we got to the cache, a storm was rolling in, and the temperature had dropped enough to make the mosquitos want to come out. We were getting eaten alive. But hey, this is a mission, we’re going to get this cache!
After finding the cache (which was really quick and easy, thankfully), signing the log, and swapping toys, we were back on the trail to the car. It was then that I had noticed that Paige had a folded up napkin sticking out the back of her shoe. She hadn’t worn any socks, and she had blistered, and was bleeding on the back of her heel. Apparently, when I wasn’t looking, while cleaning up the Gatorade, she grabbed a napkin, folded it up, and put it in the back of her shoe to stop the rubbing.
Now feeling like a total arse, when we got back to the car, we took a detour into the Burger King. It was there that we had cherry Icee’s and talked about what had gone on the previous couple of hours. I apologized for getting angry with her, and she apologized for complaining so much. I apologized for not listening to her, and she agreed that she’d dress more appropriately next time. But most of all we agreed that it sure was nice to cool down with a frozen treat.
In the meantime, we’ll put geocaching on the shelf for a bit until Paige feels ready to have another go.