Sunday, December 27, 2009
Saturday, December 26, 2009
Now that we have moved upstairs we can remodel the kitchen with an open dining room where the old office was.
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
I remember shopping with my parents for slippers when Dad told me to go ask Mom what size of shoes she wore.
I found Mom shopping a few isles over and questioned "What size of shoes do you wear?" Thinking I better get more information I asked "Is that the same size in slippers?"
I'm pretty sure Mom knew she was getting a pair of slippers for Christmas that year.
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Ruth and Allan Kotzea came to visit from Webster South Dakota.
Friday night we bundled up with quilts and blankets in the Blazer and drove into town to watch "The Christmas Carole" with Jim Carey.
Harvey was all decked out with Christmas lights. Very pretty!
Saturday Ruth, Dawn & I made another trip to town for lunch at a very nice restaurant "Augie's" and a bit of shopping.
Back at home in the kitchen we had tea with white chocolate liqueur. (Yum)
Ruth baked a Delicious blueberry coffee cake while I made a pot of chili and biscuits.
Dawn had bought a tray of shrimp which we served with Loganberry wine (The sweetest wine I've ever tasted)
You'll have to come join us sometime in our winter wonderland.
Sunday, December 6, 2009
There has been a bit of a nip in the air lately.
The lake is frozen over so we went out to play on it this afternoon.
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
My book for December is The Northwest Heritage Cookbook "Dungeness Crabs & Blackberry Cobblers" by Janie Hibler.
This awesome cookbook was a Christmas gift last year from my sister Paula.
I've found some great recipes in this book along with amazing stories & facts about the Pacific Northwest.
The back page has an exert from the book "Conversations with pioneer Women"
"I can't hope to explain to you how happy we all were. Father Mother and all eight children had crossed the plains in good health. We children were particularly happy, for, instead of having to strike out each morning and walk barefooted in the dust, where we stubbed our toes, stepped on cactus and watched that we didn't step on any rattlesnakes, we were in a country where the grass was belly-deep for the cattle and when the sea breeze made it wave it looked like waves of changeable green silk. We didn't have to worry about the Indians running off our stock. No longer did we have to eat bacon, beans, and camp bread, and not get as much of them as we wanted, for here we had found a country of beauty, where we could have all the vegetables we wanted, where the hills were full of deer, and the streams full of trout, where, when we looked to the westward, instead of seeing nothing but a long winding train of prairie schooners with a cloud of dust hanging over all, we saw waving grass and vividly green fir trees. We looked up at a blue sky with white clouds and to eastward we could see Mount Hood, clean and clear and beautiful and so wonderful that it almost took your breath."
Check this book out. I bet you will enjoy it as much as I do.
Friday, November 27, 2009
Saturday, November 21, 2009
I can't believe our little baby girl is turning 15 on Wednesday. How did this happen?
It couldn't be that long ago that we brought our little bundle home to live with us.
We would carry her around pointing out things and telling her about her world.
She thought it was hilarious when we would swat flies, she would laugh hysterically.
When Dawn was three she wanted to be a cloud for Halloween. polyfill covered her sweat suit as she carried her pink parasol around town collecting candy.
When Dawn was six we had a mean little Bantam rooster. If you got to close to his flock he would come after you, a furious ball of feathers. Dawn would catch him and tote Rooster Cogburn around the farm.
Dawn has grown into a smart, beautiful high schooler.
Happy Birthday to the girl with the purple aura and the creative mind.
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Hunting season is in full force now in North Dakota.
Here is a picture of our first whitetail hunter with his game.
The North Dakota state record whitetail deer came off of this ranch.
We have prime deer habitat here. Plenty of feed, water and shelter.
Whitetail deer are very smart and seem to know how to avoid hunters.
Studies have shown that deer can smell human scent on underbrush for days after we leave the woods. wary bucks react very negatively when they run across our scent, often becoming leery of the area for weeks afterwards.
Bucks most often bed by laying on their right side and facing downwind, which allows them to use their eyes, ears and nose to detect danger approaching from any direction.
Deer are quick and skillful swimmers, often taking to water when frightened. Deer can easily swim across lakes or rivers at 10 miles per hour.
When running, a deer takes a long stride, with it's tracks spaced as much as 25 feet apart.
This tells me you have to be a skillful hunter to bag a big buck.
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Saturday, November 7, 2009
Here is the quilt I made for "Craft Hope"
I had all of the material for this quilt in my stash, so it was very handy.
This is their fifth project. These quilts are going to homeless children in Michigan.
Check out Craft Hope http://crafthope.com/
If you enjoy crafting, this is a great way to get involved & help out a great cause.
Sunday, November 1, 2009
This spooky old Hotel sits down the road a few miles from our place by the rail road tracks.
The picture is quite blurry. I was parked by the tracks to get the shot when I saw the speeding train coming my way.
I had to take the picture fast and be on my way, before I became a ghostly guest at the old Hotel.
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Saturday, October 24, 2009
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Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Saturday, October 10, 2009
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
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Thursday, September 24, 2009
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Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Fluffy say's Hi, from North Dakota.
Monday, August 31, 2009
First I went to town to pick up a few things. I asked at the farm store if they had dog wormer. The man replied "dewormer".
Oh yes, I want to get rid of the parasites, not give them to the dogs.
I did O.K. when I went to the hardware store to get a dehumidifier for the basement, so glad I didn't bring home a humidifier to put more moisture in the damp, dark space.
Drake, one of the small towns nearby is having threshing days. I called them thrashing days. I suppose they don't want to beat the crops to death.
When my sister Susan called I told her I was chucking corn, actually I was shucking corn, not throwing it around.
Boy, I think I better check at the school to see if they let parents take vocabulary class.
Sunday, August 30, 2009
I remember playing for hours on end in the woods. There where a great many things to find and explore in those rain forests. Moss grew on everything. Have you ever seen a muskeg plant? The leaves are humongous.
We did have to look out for muskeg holes where men have stepped in the wrong spot and sunk in the wet muck to oblivion.
Dad was out hunting once and stepped into one. His gun, carried cross ways caught on the side and saved his life, by giving him leverage to climb out of the hole.
We picked big juicy blue berries from huge bushes, yum, my favorite.
I remember the tangy scent of hardwood rising out of fish smoking huts. It takes hours to smoke salmon to perfection, but boy is it worth the wait for this mouth watering delicacy.
Sometimes the mosquitoes where thick. We would have to take bitter tasting vitamin D pills to keep the ravenous beasts off.
Grandma had a Volkswagen bug. We would ride to town with her to do errands and of coarse stop for an ice cream cone.
I have always loved to watch the boats which you could see from town.
During the Summer months in Ketchikan the sun shines bright most of the day and night. I recall Mom making us go to bed while we could hear neighborhood children still playing and having fun nearby. She would complain about people letting their kids play all night just because it was bright out.
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Sunday, August 16, 2009
each of us told a special a memory we have of Grandma and Grandpa.
I remember when I was a little tyke and being made to take a nap at their house.
At that age you don't want to take a nap. You might miss out on something.
Grandma & Grandpa's house sat in the lush woods outside of Ketchican Alaska. The sunlight shone green in the bedroom window filtering through the trees.
I would lay on Grandma's colorfull handmade quilt and gaze out the window where I remember seeing flying squirrels glidng from tree to tree. They have skin on their legs that stretch out and turns them into rodent gliders that travel very efficeintly through the thick forest.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
I'm sure those children didn't know they were bringing joy to a restless soul.
I'm going to try harder to live a happy life and spread the joy around.
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
My birthday was July,5 th. We where in North Dakota and on the way back to Wyoming stopped at Cabela's to get a hammock for my present. The perfect place for reading, on a warm summer day.
Checking our mailbox on the return trip, I had two packages. One from my sister Paula and one from my brother Joshua. Both of them had awesome books and bags in them.
Joshua's book "The Road North" one woman's adventure driving the Alaska highway 1947-1948 by Iris Woolcock.
Iris was a freelance photographer who pulled a 33 foot trailer behind a little Jeep through the states and up the Alaska highway. It's amazing, the people she met and things she did, quite the adventure.
I had to chuckle last night as I read about an indian lady Iris mrt who had just gotten back from her trial for shooting her husband. He was a mean man, who cuffed her around and she decided that was the last time, so shot him as he came back in the house.
(quoted from the book)
"I suppose you'll be much happier now without him" I said.
"Oh yes." she said, "I don't know why I ever put up with him for thirty years."
But men are a dime a dozen up in that country.
Another women killed a man with an ax. When the judge asked her why she did it, she said he backed his truck onto her clothsline and ran her nice white sheets into the mud after a hard days wash.
She picked up the nearest thing handy which happened to be an ax and let fly with it. "Dismissed, call the next case," said the judge.
Monday, July 20, 2009
I remember the excitement of having a dime to take to the Corner Market. There was penny candy back then. You could get ten pieces for that dime, or fifteen cents would buy you a delicious Hershey's candy bar (my favorite).
In Oregon there was a deposit on pop cans, so us kids would gather up cans along side the road and take them to the back of the grocery store where the nice people would pay us five cents a can. If you found a pop bottle you would get ten cents for it.
That was a great way to get candy money and it kept Oregons roadways nice and clean.
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
There is a theory out that the extinction of the dinosaur was actually caused by small bugs carrying deadly diseases. The smallest of bacteria can cause devastating results.
Ticks and mosquitoes carry Yellow fever, West Nile and Malaria.
Have you watched the modern version of the movie "War of the Worlds"? The murderous space aliens were brought down by microscopic bacteria.
Monday, July 13, 2009
My husband Willie had to go talk to a man about a construction job, so I volunteered to change the irrigation water. You always have to watch out for rattle snakes while doing this job, so on one part of the pipe I walked on the wet side where the water was coming out instead of risking the tall grass on the dry side where the snakes tend to hide. Whew, that part was done, so I could go close the lower pipes where the hay had been mown. With the water running, it's hard to hear the tell tail rattle of the snake.
Reaching down with the shovel to close a gate I herd a faint buzz and saw a rattler coil up and strike at me. I jumped back screaming at the top of my lungs.
I have seen the men chop up these snakes with shovels and know that is what I should have done, but every time I got close enough to try that method of attack it would raise up it's venomous head ready to strike. I was just to chicken and couldn't do it.
It's kind of like the classic tale "The Red Badge of Courage." If you don't kill it this time, it could kill you next time.
I've seen what a snake bite can do and it is pretty awfull.
Thursday, July 9, 2009
My favorite campsite was up on the mountain between Elgin and Pendleton Oregon. A place called Tollgate.
Dad pulled our little gold and white camp trailer out of Elgin, past the lumber mill and up the mointain to Tollgate were we found the perfect campground.
A few days after setting up camp a nice lady forest ranger stopped by for a chat.
She gave us four kids big garbage bags to clean up the campground. We became proud members of the Woodsy Owl team and toured around on our bicycles picking up every scrap of garbage we could find.
I bet that was the cleanest campground in Oregon when we left it.
Most of the time we were the only campers, so we explored the woods and went anywhere we pleased.
A nice young couple did camp beside us one weekend. He played "Bad, Bad Leroy Brown" on his guitar and taught my little brother Todd how to play frisbee.
We would pick blue berries in the woods and Mom would make us blue berry pancakes, Yum!
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Did you know July is dog house repair month? You better get out there with hammer and nails, to fix up that old dog house.
Fluffy's dog house is one of those plastic Igloo's, not to pretty, but it works well.
In August a few years ago, we moved to our new house. One of the last things we moved was the dog house and got a frightening suprise. When Dawn & I started to lift up the Igloo we herd the distinct buzz of a rattlesnake. I'm sure you could hear my scream for miles around.
Monday, June 29, 2009
They where so prim & proper back in those days.
No yelling "Yo Bro" across the street.
"Ladies walking on the street are not expected to recognize gentlemen or friends on the other side of the road; to do so would necessitate habits of observation inconsistent with lady like respose."
I wonder what they would have thought about people walking down the street talking on their cell phones.
"Gentlemen will not swing their arms, nor sway their bodies in an ungainly manner when walking; ladies are never guilty of any such ungraceful action, and need no counsel in that respect."
No strutting or staggering allowed.
I thought these where quite funny. What allot has changed in the last 100 plus years.
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Twice I've gone to a dingy little place in Powell, that is right acrossed from the library, so after throwing in our dirty towels, cloths and getting the washers started I've got just enough time to run over to the library and check my email on their super fast computers. The only problem with that is, both times one of the washers quit cycling, so getting back half an hour later, I've had to wait an extra 30 minutes for the washer to run again. At least there seems to be very few people who use this laundromat.
I decided to try Cody yesterday and being summer and the tourist town it is, both laundry's where very busy, but the washers did keep going, although they cost about twice as much.
It cost 25 cents for just five minutes of drying. I kept chucking more quarters in the machines and finally gave up and brought home partially wet cloths.
At home I strung up a line acrossed the coral and hung the damp cloths on it. Sunshine and a breeze is much more efficient then tumbling around inside a dryer.
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Our family had been planning a camping trip to Kalispell Montana when school got out. As children, we where quite excited at the prospect of catching a wild horse and bringing it home as a pet.
We practiced our roping technique's with larriett's made out of yarn on our bed post's and where quite certain we would catch a wild young pony and make it our own.
So with four excited kid's, a collie dog and a calico cat, we headed out to Big Sky country. We made our way through a corner of Washington, acrossed the panhandle of Idaho and into Montana to Kalispell, which sits between Glacier National Park and Flathead lake.
In Kalispell we stopped for a few days to visit my aunt Marveleen and uncle Dale. They even had a pony for us kids to ride.
We rode the pony double and bare back.
On one of those rides, I was behind my big sister Susan, choppily trotting allong, when I lost my balance on the slippery pony's back. With my arms wrapped tightly around Susans waist I fell off dragging her with me. Later that night while taking a much needed bath I noticed a perfect print of a pony track on my leg.
After a few days of visiting, we pulled out and found a quite little campground in the forest, in which we set up a tent. I was sure a bear would show up and have us for a late night snack.
I had a little blue Schwinn bike. My sister Paula and I spent allot of time riding our bikes around the campground, but I saw something frightening that kept us in close to the campsite.
There was a man in a dark army van that I would glimps now and then. He had long curly hair and looked like the bad man, who shot John Wayne, in the movie "The Cowboys". He might have just been an innocent camper, but when I would see that ominouse van, my heart would beat with fear and we would high tail it back to the safty of the campsite.
Saturday, June 20, 2009
There is just something magical about going to the drive in, and there are so few of them left in existence anymore.
There used to be three drive In's around this area and for awhile they where all shut down, until an enterprising local lady bought the Powell theater and renovated it. It only cost's $10 for a car load and she serves hot dogs, hamburgers & nachos from the vintage refreshment stand.
Willie and I had our first date at the Cody drive in. It was the early 80's and we saw "Flash Dance"
If you get a chance, go to a drive in. There is nothing like sitting under the stars watching a movie in the big screen, munching on popcorn and hot dogs.
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Jeff Foxworthy hit this one right on the spot.
We rented an outhouse, since there isn't a septic to hook up to at our campsite (the barn) we do have water and electricity though and I even hooked up an antena and got the T.V. to work. It's a bit fuzzy, but we can get the local channels. Right up town, wouldn't you say.
There where several years when I was a teenager that we didn't have indoor plumbing. Mom & Dad bought 40 acres, on Cricket flat, outside of the beuatifull town of Elgin Oregon.
Dad is a great carpenter and built us a pretty log house, but it wasn't plumbed for awhile, so we had an outhouse.
Us kids wrote hillbilly grafiti all over the walls of the outhouse and yes, we kept boots and a flashlight by the front door for those spooky trips to the outhouse in the middle of the night.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
I'll never live down this story.
While driving in Powell I noticed a cute little trailer with a for sale sign on it parked in a lot, SO I stopped and took a look inside.
It was very cute, so I called up Willie and told him about it. He asked how big the trailer was and I said nineteen inches instead of nineteen feet. There was a pause and then he stated "I can barely get my big toe in that one."
The trailer we did purchase is 30 foot with a bedroom on one end and bunk beds on the other. It is set up pretty well.
Most of them we looked at Dawn would have had to slept where the table sits, folded down into a bed.
That would make a grumpy girl. "Get up, we need to use the table."
I remember as a kid camping by Hermiston Oregon. Our aunt Kathleen would tease us kids. "Get up, we need to use your sheet for a table cloth."
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
I said the basement isn't going to take so long, no kitchen, only one bathroom and no laundry room.
Dawn replied, "But the bathroom mrror is always streaky."
When I was working at the Two Dot rach we discovered that rubbing alchahol cleaned streaks off of glass, so I said, "We will clean it with alchahol." Dawn laughed and said, "so you will be drunk and won't see the streaks."
I've always been a bit clausterphobic and the first night in the camp trailer I jumped out of bed in the middle of the night and slammed into the cabinet. Hopefully I will remember not to do that again.
We had a camp trailer when I was a kid with a sleeping bunk built up above the bed on one end. Two kids could sleep there and I wanted to give it a try. I slept on the inside for awhile and woke up screaming in the middle of the night. I'm sure I scared everybody elnse haulf to death.
I always slept on the bottom with easy access to the door after that.