A letter home.............

Kevin had this hanging in his room when he lived at home. I laugh every time I read it, and I thought you might enjoy it too:

Dear Ma and Pa:

Am well. Hope you are. Tell brother Walt and brother Elmer the Army beats working for old man Minch by a mile. Tell them to join up quick before maybe all the places are filled. I was restless at first because you got to stay in bed till nearly 5 a.m., but am getting so I like to sleep late.

Tell Walt and Elmer all you do before breakfast is smooth your cot and shine some things - no hogs to slop, feed to pitch, mash to mix, wood to split, fire to lay. Practically nothing. Men got to shave, but it ain't bad, they git warm water.

Breakfast is strong on trimmings like fruit juice, cereal, eggs, bacon, etc., but kinda weak on chops, potatoes, beef, ham, steak, fried eggplant, pie, and regular food. But tell Walt and Elmer you can always sit between two city boys that live on coffee. Their food plus yours holds you till noon, when you get fed again.

It ain't no wonder these city boys can't walk much. We go on "route marches", which, the Sgt. says, are long walks to harden us. If he thinks so, it is not my place to tell him different. A "route march" is about as far as to our mailbox at home. Then the city guys all get sore feet and we ride back in trucks. The country is nice, but awful flat.

The Sgt. is like a schoolteacher. He nags some. The Capt. is like the school board. Colonels and Generals just ride around and frown. They don't bother none.

This next will kill Walt and Elmer with laughing,. I  keep gettin medals for shootin. I don't know why. The bull's-eye is near as big as a chipmunk and don't move. And it ain't shootin back, like the Higgett boys at home. All you got to do is lay there all comfortable and hit it. You don't even have to load your own cartridges. They come in boxes.

Be sure to tell Walt and Elmer to hurry and join up before other fellows get onto this setup and come stampeding in.

Yore lovin daughter,
Gail

P.S. Speakin of shootin, enclosed is $200 for barn roof and ma's teeth.
The city boys shoot craps, but not very good.

That Calf was Tough from the Start

Coming home a couple nights ago, we saw this little calf in the field beside our house:

This little guy couldn't have been more than a day or two old.

Look at him marching bravely through the fresh fallen snow!

He's smart - he's staying on the hay that the big cows left behind after they ate.

That's probably a little warmer on the hooves!

Oh, and don't worry, mama is just out of camera range.

Sewing Memories of our Mamas

George and I took some time today to go shopping for supplies. That was hard for me to do when the shop was open 6 days a week, by quitting time, I only wanted to go home. So, often times I had projects in mind, but nothing to make them with. That should improve now with the shortened hours.

Driving home, it occurred to us that the craft store we had been in didn't have any fabric for sale. I realize that you might not find it odd that I would be thinking about that, but you may be surprised that the subject of fabric would interest George.





But then you may not have known our mothers. Both were quite talented in the sewing department. My mom did it more as a hobby, and as a way to save money on clothes. She made most of her clothing, and much of mine and my sister Jo's, including prom dresses and wedding gowns. (Although after she made mine, she said if she had to do it over, she would have bought one!)

George's mom made all those things, and even men's suits. As far as I know, my mom never quite got up the nerve to attempt suit jackets. His mom also made clothing for other people, earning extra money. We have a list she wrote that listed out clothing she made, and for who it was for, including cheerleader uniforms!



George and I started wondering if anyone sews clothes anymore. It's probably cheaper to buy ready  made clothes these days, it was reaching that point towards the end of mom's sewing days. I can't remember the last time I heard someone say they had made an outfit.

I would guess that most fabric these days is sold for craft projects. And I know lots of people who quilt, or make curtains etc. But clothes? I wonder.

One of my strongest childhood memories is sitting at the pattern book desk in the fabric store. I loved to look at the pattern books! I thought they were more fun than looking at a catalog! And then mom would let me look for them in the big wide pattern drawers in the store. I felt so grown-up!



I wish I was the seamstress that my mom was, but I didn't pick it up too well. I would help mom lay out the pattern on the new fabric, and help her cut it out, but I lost interest after that. I did make a few things when I was a teen, but then I went several years without sewing. I do some now as craft projects, and the more I do, the more I enjoy it. Will I ever tackle a quilt? Hmmm, probably not, but then, stranger things have happened!



One more thing.........I wish George and I had pictures of our mom's at their sewing machines. The memories are firmly etched in our minds, but I'm sure our kids would have loved to have had photos showing their two grandma's in their labor of love. If your mom or grandma is a seamstress - take a picture!

Carrom boards

Growing up, we had one of these, my cousins & I played on it often. Then we grew up, and I was no longer interested in it. I sold it at a yard sale. Dang, why did I do that? In recent years, I've wished I had it back, not to play, but to hang on the wall.

Everytime George & I scouted antique malls, I'd see one, & I'd tell my sad story.

"I had one of those, & sold it cheap at a yard sale."

"I wish I had it back so I could hang it on the wall."

"Poor me."

And, everytime, he would say, "why don't you buy this one?"

And I'd say, "I don't want THAT one, I want the one I sold"

Then one day, we saw this one.................

That one I couldn't pass up!

This happened at the same time Kevin moved out, & I had a bedroom to decorate. That old carrom board filled up a small wall pretty quickly.

Within a month or so, these 2 pretty much fell into my lap.............

They helped fill a corner. And now, I went from boo-hooing about having none, to having a small collection of 3!

My theory is that God got tired of hearing me complain.

He said, "You want a carrom board? Here, take 3 and quit complaining!"

Within the next few months, I picked up 3 more, all like the one in the top picture. They are all for sale in the shop.

Game boards are such great decorative pieces, but they can be quite pricey. These old carrom boards fill a big space, are not that expensive, and look really cool!

We have friends who use their carrom board to..................

well, they actually USE theirs to play games on.

Imagine that!



Removing the musty odor in trunks

There's something about old suitcases and trunks.

There's something about imagining where they've been.

There's something about imagining who might have owned them.

There's something about...........there's something about.............

there's something awful about that smell!

Some are worse than others of course, but most are at the very least, musty.

How to get rid of that?

I stumbled across a way out of sheer desperation a few years ago.

I opened a trunk here in the store that just about knocked your socks off.

I didn't have anything on hand to take out the smell.

Nor did I want to drag that heavy thing in & out of the sun for days.

I grabbed a bottle of vanilla scented oil, & put a couple drops on a cotton ball.

I placed the cotton on a small piece of aluminum foil.

I didn't want to lay the cotton directly in the trunk in case it would stain it.

I then shut the trunk, & left it undisturbed a few days.

When I opened it again, the smell was gone.

Hallelujah!

Now, understand, there is no guarantee this will work.

And........it won't work in large, unsealed places.

Case in point............

About that same time, Jessica's car got flood water on the floor of her car.

(LONG story about a car getting flooded on top of a hill.)

(Hard to believe I know, but it happened.)

Anyway, her car smelled like flood water - a very unpleasant smell.

Would the vanilla scented oil work it's charm again?

Let's try.

Nope.

Now her car smelled like vanilla flood water.

If you have never smelled that combination, let me assure you, it's NOT good!

Dad

January 11 is a bittersweet day for us.

The sweet is that it's Kevin's birthday.

The bitter is that it's the day we lost my dad, shown above.

Dad passed away in his sleep, without any warning, in 2009.

We had seen him the evening before, he was fine.

But the next day, on Kevin's 21st birthday, he found his beloved grandpa in his bed.

He had passed in the night, without even reaching for the phone.

We think he had a major heart attack in his sleep, without feeling a thing.

Such a shock, but through the tears we knew it was a blessing. Dad's kidney's were failing - a side effect of diabetes. Within a year or so, he would have been on dialysis. God spared him of going through that, & we're thankful.

The picture above shows him doing one of the things he loved...

He had many stories of the snowstorms of his youth, and this snow in 2003 gave him a chance play in snow again.

How I wish I could hear his stories again!

I was very blessed to have been raised in a good Christian home, with parents who loved each other, their daughters, their grandchildren, & their God with all their hearts.

You can see the love written all over his face at Jessica's college graduation.

(Kevin is lurking in the background)

Jessica & Kevin were very close to their Grandpa, sometimes I would find out what was going on in their lives by overhearing things they were telling him while waiting for church to start.

And once it started, it was truly a pleasure to hear him singing his beloved hymns.

I often close my eyes, and hear him in my mind singing once again.

But I can also hear him saying not to overlook Jessica and Kevin's birthdays!

So to both of my children, who have January birthdays -

Happy, happy birthday.

And again, sorry for those January birthdays!

Too close to Christmas. Too snowy.

Too few birthday parties through the years - it always snowed.

If anyone out there is starting a family, plan better than we did - summer birthday's sure are nice!

Dad's birthday was in the middle of July - which was great for picnics!

A Resourceful Cat

One more thing about our New Year...........

Jessica & Brian's cat Domi was staying with us for the holiday. They brought his new "water fountain".

Every time Kevin saw it, he would smirk and say, "The CAT has a water fountain? Can you say spoiled?".

Anyway.

We got home about 1:30 AM from a New Year Eve's party, and this is what we found..

Domi gets VERY concerned if he can see the bottom of his food bowl. Apparently, he thought since no one was home, he was going to have to fend for himself.

He really loves that toy mouse, but if worse came to worse, he could always eat it!

Doesn't exactly look like he's starving, does he?



Country life = Goats!

They say March comes in like a lion, or a lamb.

 In our world, the New Year came in like a goat!

Our neighbor called to see if we wanted to come out and see the new babies.

That would be a resounding YES!

"Hey, can someone let me out of here?"

It's a hard life being a baby goat - must take a nap!

Most of the baby goats are around a week old in these photos.

"Um, can you excuse me while I feed the twins?"

Look at the little one peeking out around mama.

Jessica was thrilled to spend some time in the goat barn. She's a country girl at heart, but is living in the big city. And what is she doing in the big city? Yearning for the day when she can again be a country girl.

Or at the very least a girl with a yard.

And a garden.

And maybe a baby goat.



The goats are in what used to be a dairy cow barn, as you can see by the cow stanchions that are still in place.

Um, Kevin, don't stick your head in a cow stanchion. You never know who might show up with a camera!

I found it extremely funny that a "bull" was in the stanchion. He didn't find nearly as much humor in that as I did. Hee, hee - it still makes me laugh.

Sorry Kevin.

This may have been my favorite shot of the day...

George, Kevin and our neighbor talking outside the barn.

Who says we don't have high fashion in the country?

These boys are ready to work. Or talk.

Let me tell you, when these 3 get together, they can do some serious talking!