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Tuesday, February 13, 2018
SC Snow Event Remembered
Eight years ago on this date there was snow at the campground in SC where we had a place at the beach. I took many pictures and here are a few.
Monday, February 12, 2018
Chasing Halos (2)
My nephew and his friend (the pilot this time) are flying high and creating a really nice movie for us to experience a ride above the clouds. The halo, I call them sun flashes, at the end are spectacular! Thanks, Wade.
Miscellany
When I was in grade school a box would be constructed, covered with red paper and hearts with a slot on top. We would make cards with paper doilies, construction paper and crayons. Sometimes we made them in school and at home. They would then be distributed on "The Day" by the teacher. My mother made me make one for EVERY kid in my class whether I liked them or not. She always stressed fairness and manners. I now think that she was stressing equality. Well, being obstinate as I was, the prettiest ones (in my child mind) went to the kids I liked and I wasn't too fussy with the others. Children learn early habits, both good and not so good.
by gmr
by gmr
And to change the subject.....
Baked with LOVE
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Bread Pudding
3 to 5 Cups cubed and dried Italian bread or French bread
2 C Granulated sugar
5 large beaten eggs
2 C milk
2 teaspoons pure vanilla extract
1/4 tsp. salt
1/4 tsp. nutmeg
1/2 tsp. cinnamon
1/2 C light brown sugar
1/4 (1/2 stick) butter, softened
1 cup chopped pecans and/or raisins
• Preheat oven 350°
Mix together granulated sugar, salt, nutmeg, cinnamon, eggs and milk in a bowl; add vanilla.
Pour over cubed bread and let set at least 10 minutes. (stir and turn over bread in mixture several times.)
*In another bowl, mix and crumble together brown sugar, butter and pecans (if used).
I use pastry blender tool to mix together.
Pour bread mixture into prepared large pan. Sprinkle raisins(if used) over and push down into bread mixture.
Sprinkle brown sugar mixture over top of all and bake 45 minutes to 1 hour, or until set, depending on brownness.
*Optional: Don’t mix brown sugar and butter together. Instead, after sprinkling brown sugar over top of mixture, cut thin slices of cold butter and place all over top before baking.
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SWEET!
Sunday, February 11, 2018
The Month of Love
I spent all yesterday afternoon fooling around with graphics. The hearts are masks that I created and then added other elements. Now I will have to get serious and try again. Since I have no real background or training in digital art, this is a great deal of fun for me and is very relaxing no matter how my pictures turn out. No one can tell me, "Do it this way, don't do that!" There are no rules!
I made this one in 2013
I made these a long time ago! I had a 1998 PowerMac G3 computer with different graphic abilities. Loved that Mac!
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Saturday, February 10, 2018
Forced Landing
Pilot Paul was 78 when this video was made.
This video was created by my nephew, son of my brother, who is the pilot. These two fellas are so very talented in many ways. Risk taking is not a big part of me but it sure is with both of them! Please watch to the end. It is both scary and exciting!
The landscape is near where I live. Isn't it beautiful?
Wednesday, February 7, 2018
Nostalgia
What: Brain Drain of persisting images
When: 1939 - 1946
Who: Me
Where: Grandma Drake's kitchen in Hackettstown, NJ
Why: Transference of memory pictures of happy days from the past
How: Hand drawn and image computer creating
These images have been pounding my mind with colorful and very detailed visions so I have tried to show what I remember of times visiting grandparents.
Near the back door was a kerosene three burner stove. The kerosene made "glug- glug" noises when the burners were in use.
Another "appliance" in the pantry fascinated me, especially when the iceman came with his tongs clamped on a large brick of ice to fill the upper section.
When: 1939 - 1946
Who: Me
Where: Grandma Drake's kitchen in Hackettstown, NJ
Why: Transference of memory pictures of happy days from the past
How: Hand drawn and image computer creating
These images have been pounding my mind with colorful and very detailed visions so I have tried to show what I remember of times visiting grandparents.
In the Kitchen
I spent many hours at the small marble top table. There was always a jar of pencils there and I was given paper to keep me amused. The window overlooked their backyard flower and vegetable garden.
Against one wall was an old wicker chair with a wavy mirror behind it. It was fun to look at myself by standing in that chair.
There was a covered tin pail with wonderful lemon Jumbo sugar cookies stored under the kitchen sink. They were ALWAYS there! So tasty...
Next to the sink was the coal burning stove and oven. I was reminded many times not to touch it during the cold months.
The cabinet near the dining room doorway was a very tall and imposing thing with a flour dispenser hanging on its side. I was never to crank the handle!
This was a fun project for me when the snow outdoors was coming down wildly and fast. Next time the memory pictures start to annoy me, I'll try to empty them this way. I think I feel a dining room post forming already!
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Monday, February 5, 2018
Sunday, February 4, 2018
Grandma Wood
When I first started to look for a horse soon after moving to Pennsyvania, I knew had to find a place to keep one. Down the road from our new home was an old non-working farm and a little house with three occupants. The barn behind the home was small, the lower section partly underground with one side and back being a stone wall. Over the lower part was a barn for hay and/or equipment. Often as we drove by or walked the dirt road we would see a couple of people working in the vegetable garden behind the home. There usually were a middle aged sturdy woman and the other a skinny older man. One day I introduced myself to them. The woman was Harriet and the fellow was Elmer. They lived there with the property owner, Lola. She was quite elderly and didn't get around very well. I became a bit bold and visited with her and asked her if I could rent her barn to keep a horse. I hadn't even viewed the inside of that structure. From that day on we all referred to her as Grandma Wood.
It was decided that for a monthly fee of $5.00 I could use the lower level, which had two cow stalls and a calf pen. There was a manure drop at the entrance of each of the stalls and no gate at the box stall. A few boards were put up between the standing stalls and an old metal bed headboard was attached with leather belts to the box stall as a gate. There was a stream on the far side of the barn and I could walk down there to fetch water - except for the winter months. After a purchase of a feisty and pregnant grade Appaloosa-Arabian who I named Creme Puff, we moved in. Time went on. I learned to ride all over again. Finally a foal was born, A beautiful colt and I named him Jim Dandy. When I went to the barn one morning he was in the aisle and his mother was nickering behind the bed headboard gate that was the entrance to the box stall. Apparently, he was born right at the bottom opening space under that gate and slipped under and out of the stall into the aisle.
There was a grassy field behind the barn and at the back of the dam which I had gained permission to fence in. Jim Dandy ate green apples that had dropped onto that pasture when he was about two months old and colicked and died, even after a veterinarian had given him a shot to ease his pain. Everyone grieved over his loss, especially Grandma Wood. She was as excited as I to have new life in the barn.
As time went by, The old barn became home to two more residents - one a grade Standardbred named Barney and the other to a Chincoteague Painted Pony named Ginger. As time went by, I got to know Grandma Wood a lot better and loved her friendliness, way of life, and her welcoming of me and my activities. She had invited me to freely come into her home at any time during the winter months when the horse water buckets were frozen and the stream was frozen so I could thaw them out and draw fresh water from her kitchen sink. There was always time for a chat. She sat in her overstuffed chair by the wood stove in the living room. It was very cozy in there.
In the summer she and Harriet spent most of their time in the kitchen preparing garden vegetables for canning. One time, when I stopped in for a chat, they were cleaning up a big mess because the canned corn had exploded and was all over, even on the ceiling. I'll never forget that mess. They didn't want me to help with the cleanup and I just got out of their way. Another time Grandma Wood shared some of her horseradish root and told me how to prepare it. Never again! Burned my nose lining. I just didn't realize I should have stood back far away as it was being chopped in my blender. I, by then realized that Harriet was her daughter and Elmer was a man taken in to the household as a handyman because he was a homeless alcoholic. He had a bed and meals in exchange for work. Sometimes Harriet had to rout him out of the upper section of the barn when he hid there to drink his beer.
Years later, her grandson built a new barn for me right on our own land and it was much better than having to travel down the road twice a day, every day to care for the horses. I tried to keep up with visits with her but it never was the same. I kept three horses there and visited daily with her for over ten years through all kinds of weather and along with other life activities. At $5.00 a month. She would accept no more. I cried when she died.
Now as we pass the house, it is falling down and the barn had totally collapsed many years ago. The memories all return. So many memories....... Everything else is gone now, everyone of that time is gone except for the pictures in my mind. Have you ever thought, "Gee, if I knew then what I know now, I would have taken so many pictures to remember people and places and experiences" ?
Lola M. (VanHousen) Wood
b. January 1899 d. 1981
It was decided that for a monthly fee of $5.00 I could use the lower level, which had two cow stalls and a calf pen. There was a manure drop at the entrance of each of the stalls and no gate at the box stall. A few boards were put up between the standing stalls and an old metal bed headboard was attached with leather belts to the box stall as a gate. There was a stream on the far side of the barn and I could walk down there to fetch water - except for the winter months. After a purchase of a feisty and pregnant grade Appaloosa-Arabian who I named Creme Puff, we moved in. Time went on. I learned to ride all over again. Finally a foal was born, A beautiful colt and I named him Jim Dandy. When I went to the barn one morning he was in the aisle and his mother was nickering behind the bed headboard gate that was the entrance to the box stall. Apparently, he was born right at the bottom opening space under that gate and slipped under and out of the stall into the aisle.
There was a grassy field behind the barn and at the back of the dam which I had gained permission to fence in. Jim Dandy ate green apples that had dropped onto that pasture when he was about two months old and colicked and died, even after a veterinarian had given him a shot to ease his pain. Everyone grieved over his loss, especially Grandma Wood. She was as excited as I to have new life in the barn.
As time went by, The old barn became home to two more residents - one a grade Standardbred named Barney and the other to a Chincoteague Painted Pony named Ginger. As time went by, I got to know Grandma Wood a lot better and loved her friendliness, way of life, and her welcoming of me and my activities. She had invited me to freely come into her home at any time during the winter months when the horse water buckets were frozen and the stream was frozen so I could thaw them out and draw fresh water from her kitchen sink. There was always time for a chat. She sat in her overstuffed chair by the wood stove in the living room. It was very cozy in there.
In the summer she and Harriet spent most of their time in the kitchen preparing garden vegetables for canning. One time, when I stopped in for a chat, they were cleaning up a big mess because the canned corn had exploded and was all over, even on the ceiling. I'll never forget that mess. They didn't want me to help with the cleanup and I just got out of their way. Another time Grandma Wood shared some of her horseradish root and told me how to prepare it. Never again! Burned my nose lining. I just didn't realize I should have stood back far away as it was being chopped in my blender. I, by then realized that Harriet was her daughter and Elmer was a man taken in to the household as a handyman because he was a homeless alcoholic. He had a bed and meals in exchange for work. Sometimes Harriet had to rout him out of the upper section of the barn when he hid there to drink his beer.
Years later, her grandson built a new barn for me right on our own land and it was much better than having to travel down the road twice a day, every day to care for the horses. I tried to keep up with visits with her but it never was the same. I kept three horses there and visited daily with her for over ten years through all kinds of weather and along with other life activities. At $5.00 a month. She would accept no more. I cried when she died.
Now as we pass the house, it is falling down and the barn had totally collapsed many years ago. The memories all return. So many memories....... Everything else is gone now, everyone of that time is gone except for the pictures in my mind. Have you ever thought, "Gee, if I knew then what I know now, I would have taken so many pictures to remember people and places and experiences" ?
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b. January 1899 d. 1981
Saturday, February 3, 2018
Pete and Repeat Dazey
I described my old vintage (1976) appliance last year in the April 29 blog. I also went on a search for the pouches in October 2015 and found them!
If you would like to refresh the information you may click on the links at the bottom of this post. Sometimes old folks repeat themselves! Please bear with me.
I must say, OLD appliances have wonderful LONG cords! It matters here.
The search for Dazey pouches
Pouches found and used
Friday, February 2, 2018
Nineteen Eighty Five!
It was Groundhog day then, as it is every year on this day. That makes it easy to remember the date of our daughter's wedding. Yes, it was squally and snow was flying in 1985 as well as it is doing today. The groundhog, Punxsutawney Phil saw his shadow this morning so we now know we'll have six more weeks of winter. REALLY?
Here are a couple of pictures of then and now.
I just baked a couple of pumpkin/sweet dried cranberry loaves, hoping to share with them! I don't think I'd be baking these if their anniversary were to be in the heat of summer!
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