Monday, February 20, 2017

Nothing to Blog About

I haven't felt like sharing anything with the few people who may read this blog.

The most exciting thing to happen here is a can of soda (which in this neck of the woods is called "pop")  exploded in the freezer. We did hear a strange noise one night. The dogs took notice but didn't go into barking mode so we didn't investigate.  And who would check the freezer for things that go bump in the night?

Monday, January 2, 2017


The holidays are over.

I've been making hats - beanies - or as we called them, stocking caps.

The new thing is a pattern for a messy bun hat with a hole for the bun or pony tail.

These are a pattern called Mommy and Me.

One reason I haven't been posting is that our son helped me change some things on the computer and I couldn't find my blogspot page to compose a blog.  Some days are so challenging.

Tuesday, December 13, 2016

Happy Memories

Yesterday I felt ANOTHER cold coming on. Dang. Third one since the week before Thanksgiving.
Feeling a little "down," I mopped the kitchen, did a few other cleaning things and sat down to realize how good life really is.
This morning I realized that twenty-six years ago, Gigi B. and I were in the lovely state of Louisiana. Our first grandchild on both sides of the family tree was due to arrive. We flew there together. (It's so good to be on friendly terms with your son's in-laws!) We had a good time and later in the evening, Miss E. decided it was time to head to the hospital. Driving on unknown roads, in the dark - but heck, I've been driving since I was fourteen, right? Well, I didn't see a curb that some engineer place right in the middle of four lanes and we went soaring over that but no harm unless it was to the station wagon's alignment.
Our first granddaughter arrived after midnight on the fourteenth of December, looking suspiciously like her dad did thirty-one years before! About her dad, he was over in Desert Storm and following events by telephone - no texting then (that I was aware of.)  And the first thing our son said to me on the phone: "I hear you tried to wreck my Jeep." 

Friday, December 2, 2016

Personal Hygiene

Yesterday I had a quick trip to the clinic to see my doctor about the second cold coming on since the week before Thanksgiving. Not many folks were in the waiting room. While Lee read a magazine, I observed the other people waiting.
I really do not stare! That would be rude but I did glance around a lot. The woman who was the most interesting was sitting sideways off to our right and facing away from us. Therefore she didn't see my very coy "glances."
She had a large quilted bag - almost too large to be a purse but I noticed she was searching in it for something deep inside. At last she found her hand/body lotion and applied it liberally to her bare arms. It was a chilly day but she had removed her jacket.
That lotion was powerful in the smelling department.
Next she found a mirror and some tweezers and was actually pulling hairs from her middle aged moustache. (Ladies, you all know what I mean if you are of a certain age.)  About this time, we were called in for my appointment.
Now I'll never know if she flossed her teeth or cleaned her ears with one of those new rotor rooter things I see on tv.

Monday, November 28, 2016

Noritake Candy Dishes

These are two candy dishes that belonged to my mom. I wonder if she used them when she had bridge club. Those were lively affairs with two tables, eight ladies and lots of card playing, talking and laughing. When desert was served, there were square linen bridge cloths. The dishes seem pretty small but things were daintier back then. They're are from the 1930's, long before we were involved in a dispute with the country who made beautiful, hand painted things.

Sunday, November 27, 2016

Ironic Juxtaposition

This belonged to my mom. I always remember it holding pansies from our yard in the spring.
The label on the bottom of the bowl is pictured here -Czechoslovakia. And the little clown standing astride his little frog - he's marked Germany.

Saturday, November 26, 2016


My mom had an entire set of this beautiful Early American Fostoria. I gave it away to  one of her great nieces who had started to collect them for her Hope Chest. (Yes, there used to be something called that.) One of the reasons I gave it to her was because I had no room for all those plates, cups, saucers, serving dishes, cake stand, goblets! I did keep the cream and sugar, a relish dish and one salad plate. They must have been duplicates.
I would never have sold it but I notice now that this stuff is very expensive! I used to have a  pamphlet that listed all the pieces and the price of each one. That is no longer available! But I have noticed that the cake stand does sell for $50 in antique shops.