The pithy, opinionated, and sometimes brutally frank Heinz-Ulrich von Boffke challenges average guys to live a life less ordinary and embrace classic style in the broadest sense. it's time to rise above the trite, the boring, the predictable, the mundane, the banal, and the commonplace. It's time to stop behaving like barnyard animals at the trough and leave behind the perpetually sloppy man-child aesthetic of the last two decades or so. It's time to learn once again how to present and conduct yourself like an adult with some grooming, finesse, and sophistication. And here is where you can learn how.
Saturday, December 31, 2016
Happy 2017 everyone! Do you have any particular resolutions for the new year? Here are some of mine in no particular order:
1) Exercise more routinely.
2) Achieve a better work-life balance.
3) Read more fiction.
4) Enjoy, somehow, more free time.
5) Play more.
6) Spend more time with the Grand Duchess ad Young Master.
7) Listen to BBC Radio 4 online for at least 30 minutes everyday.
8) Do a better job of following world and domestic news and events.
9) Be more patient.
10) Listen to and play more music.
11) Make a tiny difference in someone's life.
12) Continue dressing with classic flair and style, or at least attempting to do so.
Small things, really, but all things I'd like to do more of in the coming 12 months. What about you?
Saturday, December 24, 2016
One of my guilty pleasures is collecting Victorian and Edwardian images of Father Christmas. I hope you might agree that this is one of the loveliest and most magical.
-- Heinz-Ulrich, The Grand Duchess, and The Young Master
Wednesday, December 14, 2016
The first of two photographs today, taken just after the school bus departed at about 8:35am.
A frigid day here at Totleigh-in-the-Wold. Perfect weather for the pajama day they have decided to have today at our son's elementary school! I kid you not. Now, I like the teachers and administration at our son's school. They have been most helpful, accommodating, and inclusive where our son is concerned during the last year. But you can't help but wonder when messages are emailed/sent home about stuff like this. And let's just forget for a moment that the very idea of pajama day runs counter to what I consider the dictates of good taste. Sigh. In any case, the weather is just how we like it in our neck o the wood. Cold, snowy, Norwegian sweater weather. Come to think of it, I'll wear one for my 2pm meeting on campus later this afternoon.
And the second. The snow is so cold that it squeaks underfoot. Our high for today is predicted to be 18 degrees F./-7.7 degrees C. with similar temperatures and more snow on the way throughout the next week.
Saturday, December 10, 2016
My maternal grandfather, Dave, as a young paratrooper. 'Granddaddy' was originally an anti-aircraft gunner in a Pennsylvania German battery that guarded the Dutch refineries on Curacao in the Caribbean for a while. I believe this photograph was taken shortly after he had completed jumpschool at Fort Benning, Georgia before shipping out for Great Britain sometime in 1944 and later France. A soft-spoken and gentlemanly soul, he actually volunteered for both paratrooper and glider training! Amazingly, he lived to tell the tale.
My late grandmother, Vivian, or 'Granny' as my sister, cousins, and I called her. I believe this photograph was taken around about the same time as my grandfather's above. The two photographs were always displayed together in a hinged frame that I finally replaced a few years ago, so we could hang the two photographs on the wall more easily.
My grandfather's parents, Myrtle and Tom, or 'Mother and Daddy Stokes' as everyone always referred to them. Tom always wore a white shirt, jacket, and necktie, with pressed pants and shined shoes even in old age according to my mother. Myrtle was a true lady according to what I have been told over the years by various family members. Born with one leg shorter than the other, she was sent to finishing school and then to teachers' training college. She was known all over Davidson County, North Carolina as an effective and understanding teacher, and if you talk to people old enough "down home" her name still sparks recognition and kind words. This photograph was taken in the late 1950s, not long before Myrtle died.
This morning, I finally got around to digitizing these old portrait sized photos, which hang on the wall along our staircase to the second floor here at Totleigh-in-the-Wold. My maternal grandparents -- David Lewis Stokes and Vivian Jessie Bennett (nee Roberts) Stokes -- and one set of great grandparents, my grandfather Dave's parents -- Thomas Baxter Stokes and Myrtle Maud (nee Surratt) Stokes.
My grandfather, who hailed from a family that arrived in central North Carolina sometime during the early 1700s, was a paratrooper during WWII. Somehow, he managed to survive, come home, and reintegrate into society without difficulty and ended his working life in the early 1980s as an executive in a large building materials corporation headquartered in Manhattan. My grandmother was first generation, the daughter of a family who came first to the Upper Peninsula of Michigan from Cornwall in England to work the mines outside of Calumet before later making their way to North Carolina where the two 20-somethings met while working in the same Asheville, NC department store during the late 1930s. Granny worked in the business office, Granddaddy as a sales clerk on the furniture floor.
I spent the vast bulk of my childhood and teenage years in my grandparents' home in southeastern Pennsylvania outside of Philadelphia and remained close to them until I was 39-40 when they both died within a year of each other. I still think of them everyday in various contexts.
And our own Christmas 2016 family photograph -- actually taken the Sunday of Thanksgiving Weekend -- from left to right: The Grand Duchess, the Young Master, and yours truly.
Monday, December 5, 2016
Mind your manners (table and otherwise) this holiday seasons, gents!
The holiday season is once more upon us, and with it the annual lead-up the rather frenetic Christmas and New Year's period. While I naturally hope that regular and occasional visitors to Classic Style will have to good graces NOT to show up to any special holiday dinners or other events dressed in hoodies, sweatpants, sagging jeans, and flip-flops or sneakers -- or, frankly, any other common attire of the sort -- this post is not about that.
Nope. Instead, it's a yearly reminder to average guys everywhere to remember and practice polite table manners. Not just on special occasions either, but everyday. With that idea in mind, here is a reprise of a post from November of 2012 (with a few small recent edits by yours truly), which presents all kinds of useful tabletop information, most of which used to be common knowledge. At least in my particular dimension. Sadly, however, that very knowledge about how to conduct oneself pleasantly at the table seems to have become more arcane and even esoteric in recent decades. In any case, here we go.
In the blogosphere right now, you'll come across any number of blogs and websites that talk at length about men's clothing style, grooming, appearance, and how these things contribute to our being/becoming/conducting/perceiving ourselves as gentlemen. Good. That's a decent enough goal by itself. However, it's only one small part of the picture. There is another hugely important and related topic that no one seems to mention on the many blogs and websites on the subject that I peruse and read each week. What is it, you ask?
Why, table manners of course. Shock! Horror! Gasp! Yep, I said it. And I'm making no apologies. Table manners should be as much a part of our personal style as our attire and grooming, if not more so. Average guys ought to keep that in mind. Even when we are at home with the door closed. Newsflash! Our close family is just as deserving of polite behavior as people we work with, ride public transport next to, or pass on the street.
However, because table manners are associated with upbringing and/or perceived socio-economic class, they are a potentially explosive issue, prompting knee-jerk accusations of snobbery and arguments about elitism. Regardless of your position, basic table manners are clearly a challenge for many these days based on what you'll observe in most any restaurant or dinner gathering in which people from different backgrounds cross paths.
Sadly, lots of people labor under the delusion that table manners -- or indeed polite behavior and social niceties in general -- are stiff, overly formal, old-fashioned, not genuine, and outmoded with no place in modern society. And if that's your attitude, fine. I can't change it.
But let me make a few relevant points. We aren't talking about state occasions, bowing to our social superiors, curtseying to the Queen, shrimp forks, or finger bowls here. Just common decency and ensuring that we remain pleasant to have around. We are not cavemen, dogs, or farm animals eating from troughs after all. Moreover, actions speak louder than words. And just like our attire, our behavior speaks volumes about us and conveys a great deal about where and who we come from, as well as the kind of person we are beneath the fancy clothing, excessive education, certifications, and impressive-sounding titles.
Of course we want to make a good first impression with the various people we meet and those we work with. But we also want to maintain that positive initial image over time. Likewise, and I would argue even more important, we want to remain attractive, likeable, and desirable to our chosen mates and partners. The people with whom we share our lives and selves on a daily basis 24/7. Why risk spoiling that with crass or even crude behavior? Finally, if we have them, we want to set solid examples of decent behavior for our children. We want, hopefully, to teach our youngsters to be gentlefolk with good grooming and at least a modicum of refinement and sophistication before they are unleashed on the world. Basic table manners are a part of all that like it or not.
So, without belaboring the point any further, here are 14 tips to remember that will go a long way in helping us average guys to be pleasant dining companions -- and more gentlemanly -- whether we are around the family table, having a working lunch with colleagues, or meeting that special person's parents for the very first time with a sit-down dinner as part of the equation. Here we go:
1) Above all, use the words, "please," thank you," and (if necessary) "excuse me" liberally. Don't forget it!
2) Sit up in your chair with both feet on the floor in front of you. Don't slouch in your chair, and keep your feet confined to the space beneath your seat. Don't swing your feet or stretch out your legs beneath the table into someone else's space. Keep yourself to yourself. Finally, keep your feet off the darn chair! In other words, don't bend one of your knees and rest your foot on the seat of the chair with your bent knee at face level. . . something that seems to have reached epidemic levels these days. Buck the trend, and just keep your feet where they belong. On the floor.
3) Keep your elbows off the table and your napkin in your lap during the meal. Oh, and you might want to use it to wipe your lips gently when necessary. Your napkin that is. Not your elbow.
4) Ask for things to be passed to you. Don't reach. If serving yourself, don't pile heaps of food on your plate. Take a small share (a slice or two of meat, and a serving spoon or two of other items), and leave enough for others. You can always come back for a second helping later.
5) Cut your food -- or if eating a roll or bread, break it -- into bite-sized pieces. Don't force huge hunks of food into your mouth. Ick!
6) No one will take your food away from you, so don't hunch over your plate with an arm around it, stabbing at or picking through your food with your fork as though someone will swoop down and steal it. We aren't vultures, so let's not act like it.
7) Slow down! Don't gobble your food as fast as you can. This is not a pie or buffalo wing eating contest at a summertime county fair.
8) Don't slurp, burp, or make other noises at the table. Excuse yourself if and when this happens although it really shouldn't at a table of older children and adults. Chewing with your mouth closed might help.
9) Likewise, avoid (like the plague) talking with your mouth full. No one wants to see that. And just imagine how embarrassed you would be if you spit out bits of food in the direction of a dining companion in the middle of relating something to him or her. Chew it up, swallow, and take a drink before you say anything. Oh, and try not to leave food particles on the edge of your glass. Better yet, make sure you don't.
10) Remember not to gesture or point at others with your eating utensils. We're nearing the end of the meal here, guys, so stay with me just a bit longer.
11) When you finish, don't wipe up your plate with a piece of roll or bread. Just place your silverware to one side on your plate (the right side in the 10 o-clock-4 o'clock position), and leave any remaining food residue where it is. By the same token, DON'T lick your plate or utensils clean. Yes, I know. I've actually heard of families where this is the norm.
12) Finally, please don't wipe your mouth with your hand or the back of your wrist when you are finished. Use your napkin! That's what it is for, but be discreet. Your napkin is not a washcloth/face flannel for Heaven's sake, so don't scrub your entire face with it. And it should go without saying that you never, ever blow your nose into it! If you run into nasal issues during a meal, excuse yourself from the table without going into details and, once again, take care of the problem in private, well out of earshot of your dining companions at the table.
13) Avoid picking food from your teeth with a toothpick or finger while you are still at the table. I actually witnessed a young woman engage in the latter yesterday in the dining commons of my small college where I was holding late-semester meetings with students. Ugh! But then, she was sitting with her knee bent and a foot on the seat of her chair, airing her differences to the other three young "ladies" (sarcasm intended) at the table with her, so I should not have been surprised. In any case, if or when you find yourself with food stuck between two teeth, excuse yourself from the table for a few moments to take care of the matter privately in the restroom.
14) Here's a final tip to keep in mind. While at the table, there is certain subject matter (illnesses, certain surgeries, anything having to do with the bathroom, or bodily functions, etc. ) that is best left for another time. If you absolutely need to discuss it at all. Talking about things like that during meals is just plain crude and will probably put at least one other person at the table off of their food. Really. Our mothers raised us better than that, and we are no longer 10-year old boys at summer camp trying to show our friends how gross we can be. Hopefully, we have left that behind by now. Right?
Remember, guys. Behaving like ravenous street curs at the table is not attractive (understatement of the year). So, let's make sure we take the necessary steps to avoid coming across that way. Start by making the various and sundry pointers above habitual. Yes, even when you are alone. Make pleasant behavior at the dining table a normal part of your routine, and you will be well on your way to becoming an extremely pleasant dining companion in most situations you'll encounter during the Christmas season. . . and, indeed, anytime of the year.