Archive for May, 2010


May 28, 2010

Yesterday was a beautiful day for a ride in the country. Hubby and I decided to decorate graves before the madness of the holiday is actually upon us. (Besides I have to work the day.)

We took flowers to my mom’s and dad’s graves first. They’re both buried in the National Cemetery here in town.

My dad died when I was three so I don’t remember him at all. He was very superstitious, I’ve been told, and didn’t like to have his picture taken. I have one picture of him, (taken on the sly), otherwise I wouldn’t even know what he looks like. My brother and half-brother “look just like him”, and with close examination of the pic, he actually does look like them somewhat. I’ve always regretted, to some degree, not knowing my dad. My mom has told us a little about him, like the fact that he loved to bake. Maybe that’s where I got my love of baking. I like to think so.

My mom, however, lived to the rich, full life of 88 years before she was taken from us. I knew my mom well. My mom was one of my heroes. She was strong-minded, soft-hearted, and loved us beyond words. She wasn’t afraid to show us the love she had for us. She always had a hug and kiss for us when we saw her. She was smart beyond her eleventh-grade education. She was “life smart.” A down-to-earth, common-sence woman who wasn’t afraid of much. She raised us three kids all by herself and we didn’t turn out too bad. I miss my mom.

We stopped by our grandson’s place with a bag of craft stuff from my shop. His dad is going to take the bag to my daughter C.’s on his way to pick up his other son who is living with her in Jeff City. Grandson #2 is out of school now and will be spending part of the summer with his brother and dad. (I was able to get rid of a sack of stuff from my shop and it was good to see Grandson #1 again!)

When we left there, we headed out to the country. Like I said before it was a beautiful day for a ride. We headed to Ash Grove where my Grandma W. is buried. We left a nice bouquet of yellow flowers on her grave. She always liked the color yellow.

My grandmother was my mother’s mother. She was old when I was born. She lived 94 years, had six kids, raised them by herself in extremely hard times (during the Depression) by getting odd jobs when she could, growing her own food, and loving her children, teaching them right from wrong, and doing a very good job of it. My grandmother was very strong, both physically (she was a petite person) and emotionally. She had to be back then. No help from the government, not many relatives to help her (because they were in the same situation as she) and with some neighbors that could help in the small ways that neighbors help. I don’t know how she did it!!

From Ash Grove, we drove farther west passed where my aunt (Mom’s sis) used to live on her farm, on to the church and cemetery where she and my uncle are buried.

I never knew my uncle because they were only married five years and he died of pneumonia at the age of 30. They never had any kids and she never re-married.

My aunt, however, lived 100 years and one day. She was my other hero. I’ve been told that I’m a lot like her, both in looks and personality. That makes me proud. Because if there was ever a person to be like, it would be my aunt. I never (hardly) ever saw her lose her temper. She was a farmer and milked cows twice a day until she was in her 70’s. Boy, she sure could get mad at those cows! (That’s when I saw her temper!) But when it came to humans, she would rather give you her last meal, than to see you go hungry. She was the most generous, loving, kind, considerate person that ever was. She was like our second mom. I miss her too!

On the way back passed her old farm, which has since been torn down and is now a pasture, I recalled memories to Hubby. We stopped and I showed him where I used to play under the road in a drain ditch, where Grandma planted flowers all up and down the road, and we saw the old oak tree that used to have a swing hanging from it where we kids would swing and play for hours at a time. It was still there in her “front” yard as well as the old schoolhouse down the road where the community would gather on Wed. nights for “potluck”.

Lots of memories came rushing through my head yesterday. It was like I was a small child and everything was right with the world once again.

Waste Not, Want Not

May 24, 2010

My hubby is just like his dad. His dad grew up in the depression era. If you didn’t have something and needed it anyway, you figured out how to make one because you didn’t have the money to buy one. Everyone learned back then that when you come across an item like a tool handle, an extra piece off a car, a doorknob found in the ditch, etc., that you’d better keep it. Hubby was raised that way. He heard too many times that you’d better hang onto things because, “you just never know when you might need it”. People would be amazed to see the treasures Dad has stashed away in every nook and cranny of his garage.

A few years ago when we had our terrible ice storm, some of the weather protection came off the power lines and fell into our yard. Hubby called the utilities to see if they wanted it. They told him that they would be replacing it so he could just throw it away. He started to toss it, then that little voice inside his head made him stop. “You just never know when you might need it.”

Well, he finally found a use for it. Our air conditioner draws several buckets of water out of the air on a daily basis especially when it’s really hot and humid. (Which it certainly has been the last several days.) He makes several trips a day with the bucket to empty the water into my flower bed. He’s a master of invention, (especially when it can save him some work), so he thought up the idea of a trough to catch the water and run it out to the flower bed. Here’s what he came up with:

The drip falls into the tubing

Travels down the tubing, under the deck

Then falls out into the flower garden.

Isn’t that ingenious? Now we can sit back all summer and watch my flowers grow and not worry about watering them!

Inside Little Shop Out Back

May 22, 2010

Hubby and I got the outside of the my little shop out back looking pretty good. During the last week or so, I’ve been working on the inside of my shop. It’s looking pretty good. I’ve had these huge faux paint brushes for quite some time now. My sister bought the two outside ones for me for my birthday one year when we were at Silver Dollar City. The middle one, I bought at a yard sale. They’ve been lying around my shop for several years. I finally found a place on the wall for them.

I cleaned up the top of my workbench. It had A LOT of things to be repaired scattered all over it. My workbench became a “catch all”. I repaired all the items that needed it, put everything else in its place, and now I can actually WORK on my bench.

I turned the table around that I used to work on (it was across the floor and took up a lot of room.) Now I’m using it for my “drying” table. This is where I put the items that I’ve been painting on to dry while I paint on something else.

I also went through all my painting books and organized them as best as I could by catagories. I bought some nice magazine holders to put them in. It’s so nice! Now I can sort of find a book that I’m looking for and just pull it right out.

It’s a real joy to spend time in my little shop out back now. Here’s one of the small projects that I’ve just finished. I’m working on several more items — hopefully I’ll have more pics of projects to show soon.

Un Oh, Another Project

May 19, 2010

Remember this?

This is the afghan that I needed 72 motifs to make it the size that I wanted. Well, I got them done!! I haven’t sewed it all together yet, but that is a soon-to-get-started project.

In the meantime, however, I HAVE to have a crochet project to work on. When a new “Crochet World” magazine came to me in the mail the other day, I knew I had it.

I sorted through all the yarn that I inherited from my sis and came up with colors a little different from the pic, but I had to use what I had available. (I’m trying to use up as much as I can.) I did have to buy a couple of the colors. This is what I have so far,

There’s a peach and a blue that will be the next colors to follow, so I think it’s going to look pretty. This may be one of the afghans that I donate to an auction that we have at work with the proceeds going to CMN (Children’s Miracle Network).


May 18, 2010

I planted a couple of mini rose bushes a couple of years ago in a little bed in our backyard. They didn’t do too well last year, but at least they didn’t die like so many things that I plant! The bed had grown up with a lot of weeds and grass. Hubby helped me to dig out all the weeds and grass around the rose bushes. I tilled the ground and dumped some potting soil in and mixed it all up. Then I added some fertilizer and look at the results!

I planted some ground cover, so hopefully I won’t have to dig out weeds and grass again. I plan on getting some more rose bushes and eventually having the whole bed of roses. I wonder what that will look like!