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." 

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.

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.

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.

Fostoria

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.

 

 

Pop Bottle Top Trivet

 

Here in the boonies of Kansas, we call sodas "pop."  About a half century ago (1949 to be exact) I used to crochet with very fine thread. No more. I use yarn and make afghans and hats.

But back to the soda pop lids: I washed this before taking the photos. Maye those are burns instead of dirt - anyway, I tried to pull aside some of the stitches to see what we were drinking back then.

I saw Imitation Strawberry and Orange Soda. Most of them were not loose enough to decipher.

This is a thing I have saved, moved, used and still have. There are many other things we have discarded over the 64 years that I wish we still owned! A stamp collection, a wounded rocking chair, a Japanese sword, a set of Fostoria (but it now has a good home) a piano, a perfume bottle collection, a 1928 Buick coupe with wooden spoke wheels - the list is long.

On second thought, where would I have room for all that stuff?

Take-Out Tales

We do get drive-through meals from time to time. It seems as if we get more than our share of errors.

We ordered a chicken wrap, sweet potato fries and an Oriental Chicken Salad. Got home. No dressing for the salad. If you've ever had that particular item from Applebee's, you know the dressing is what makes it so darn good.

Call the restaurant. He says, "You probably aren't where you can come back and get it?"  I said, "I sure am." So back we go. Apologies on the phone. Apologies when we pick up the Large Sack which I thought was awfully big for that tiny white container of dressing seen in the photo.

The woman was so nice and said she didn't check the order when she brought it out to the car before.

"And there is a little desert in there for you."

When we got home, two cups of vanilla ice cream and two large slivers of chocolate brownie-type cake, drizzled with chocolate syrup. When I showed Lee, he said, "Do you think we should call them?"  Nope.

"Young Lady!"

Walking into a store with many departments, we were headed for the ATM machine.

I have a slight hearing loss but I do not need folks to shout. Suddenly I hear a very loud voice from a store within the store saying, "How are you this morning, young lady?" Since I am eighty-five, I ignored her.

(Later my husband said he thought about telling her I was hard of hearing and probably didn't hear her! The whole store could hear her, I'm pretty sure.)

Next to being called Sweetie or Honey by strangers, Young Lady is my third choice of being turned off. I just expect friendliness or respect which is what I usually get. Most people are so nice and caring - asking if they can help in various situations.

Just don't call me Young Lady.

At Long Last -

It's over. The election is history.

I truly hoped that the end would mean less hatred.  How naïve.

It was very close. We are divided. Don't let this become a "thing" between you and your friends of the other persuasion. What we say or do now will have no affect on what happens in DC.

So just cool it. Get on with your lives and be kind to each other. That's what counts.

Lost

Some days we spend a lot of time looking for things that seem to be lost.
Yesterday it was a brown glove. I had seen a brown glob on the living room floor when I walked through on the way to the front door to get the morning paper. It was still dark and I thought, "Oh my gosh. One of the dogs did a bad thing in the house."

I turned on the light and was so glad to see one of Lee's gloves he has been using to keep his hands warm, hoping it would relieve some arthritis pain. I picked up the glove and put it on the dining room table - at least that is my memory of the place I put it.

Later I saw a glove in the bedroom on the bedside table and L. told me he can't find his other glove. I looked all over this house: trash, recycle bin, washer, dryer, refrigerator, closet shelf. In other words, every where.

Later we went to the car to run an errand and there was a glove in the front seat. We decided that L. found the glove on the table and moved it to the bedroom. AND, he had left the other glove in the car yesterday.

Life gets tedious, hunting for lost stuff.

Another Afghan - not pastel!

I decided on some brighter colors.  The camera reads the bright glow worm green as turquoise!

Ice Cream

Yesterday was an unscheduled visit to our doctor. Nothing serious but some questions needed answering.

During the conversation, the patient mentioned that he eats about a pint of ice cream every day. (He has been diagnosed with Type II diabetes.) However, his blood tests are always within the limits of "ok."

The doctor's answer to this confession?  "When I'm eighty-five, I'll eat ice cream every day too."

We love our doctor.

A Cash Crunch

Advertising is a wonderful thing. I seem to be a sucker for it. When I see a new item advertised, I think I need to try it.

Since I have given up high priced coffee to go, I decided I'd get a milk shake to split with Lee. He likes ice cream treats even more than I do. So I wheeled in to a chain burger joint and ordered the Cappuccino Crunch. I didn't specify a size. At least I don't remember asking for a large.

But that's what I got.

 

When you are so ancient that you remember 25cent milk shake in a tall glass, with more in the metal container that it was mixed in, a five dollar ninety-nine cent milk shake seems a little pricey. And then there is our 9% sales tax. If only it were enough to get Kansas out of the hole we're in financially!

 

The shake was good and at least we tried it. That's enough about that.

Coffee Fail

This morning I got up early, Saw there was still some coffee in the pot from yesterday so I poured myself a cup, heated it in the microwave and left the rest for Lee.  Decided to wash the basket contraption and put it on the drain board. I planned to wash the carafe after L. had his cup and then make a fresh pot.
Enjoyed my first cup of "reheated," took my shower, and met Lee in the hall telling me had made fresh coffee. That is so nice of him! Usually he does it at night so it's ready to turn on in the morning.

A few minutes later, I went into the kitchen and the first photos is what I found. The second shows where the basket remained.

Nice clean-up of counter and when I lifted the pot to see if it was full of grounds, more coffee came running out of the handle, So I mopped the floor. It needed it anyway.

More Hats

I've been busy.  Stopped with the afghans and started the hat phase.

 

 

 

Front Yard Foliage

 

This is a home near a shopping center in our town. At least they don't have to mow.

 

And to think that one of our former neighbors reported us to the city because we had planted some

wild flowers in OUR yard between our privacy fence and his chain link. Inspector came out and we were told to cut them or pay a fine. I had my first digital camera and took a photo in to his office. He was more amazed about the camera than he was concerned about the "violation." That neighbor was usually very nice. I guess he didn't like wild flowers.

Fake Calls

The caller ID said Star Lumber with a local number shown. So I answered it, wondering why an out of business lumber yard was calling us.
A recorded voice told me that I had been selected to  be aided to get out of "your debt."
I hung up.

Early Morning Wake-Up

About 5:00 I got up, ready to turn on the coffee which Lee fixes the night before, when I heard a semi loud bang from somewhere in the house. First thought: a critter had made it through both dog doors and is in the house. There was a skunk in the yard last week and a friend spotted a possum on her porch. Yikes!

Not exactly afraid but a little concerned, I walked towards the back screened in porch. Then I heard it again. It was the washing machine! At exactly what time did Lee get up to run a load of clothes that resulted in it spinning at 5:00 a.m.?

Hats, Hats, Hats

 

 

 

This is called a Slouchy Spiral hat. I have made three and the pattern seems to make them a

little loose. I had to modify (use a slip stitch and reduce the number of stitches around the headband.)

I'm ready for winter.

 

Not Much Activity

There is so little going on around here that finding a potato chip shaped like a heart is a big deal.
Good old Frito Lay!

One More Mistake

Lee thought an Arby Reuben sounded good. I picked a chicken sandwich and small fries.

Ordered, paid, and drove home without checking the bag.

No fries.  I swear that any take out from now on will be checked before we leave the window. We don't do it that often!

Called and we will receive a coupon for a free side - which is actually costing us the $1.69 we already have paid for the fries.

Such small problems in life.....but irritating.

More Errors

After yesterdays mix up in appointment days, I decided to explain another error that plagued us.
At the grocers, Lee handed the clerk money. I was at the far end of the cart so didn't hear any of the conversation, but it seems the cashier told him he gave her too much money. After she returned it to him, she seemed more confused and said she needed more and put some bills out on the counter. The thing that ran through my mind was an old con trick where you end up losing about twenty bucks. On the display that shows all the purchases, it showed he had given her $71.00 for a $70.83
charge. And it showed .17 change due the customer. Somehow, with all the palaver going on, and her speaking so softly that even Lee with excellent hearing could not hear her, the display disappeared.
He handed over more $$ and we never got our .17 back.

At home, I called the store and the lady who supervises the cashiers. Very nicely I tried to explain what had happened, armed with the receipt which showed the location of our check-out. I told her we thought if the register came out with an error, it might be this transaction. She called back in less than ten minutes. She had talked to the cashier and explained the same thing that I wrote above. I then asked, "Do we owe you any money?" No, she answered. I felt like telling her that we were owed seventeen d&*@ cents.

So today we go to the bank to deposit money into the savings account. The teller asks if I want a balance receipt. Yes, please. She hands it to me and I give it to Lee as we walk away. He says, "I can't see any balance on here." Taking off my sunglasses and putting on my regular ones, I see no balance either. Back to the teller.  Explain. She runs our number on the computer and then hands me a receipt with the balance. It was the same amount that we show. What a wonderful surprise!

Is it just us, or is there a whole lot of errors going on out there?

Strange Coincidences

My husband and I both had appointments for the same date, September 1st. I had a card stating the date and time. His was easier to change then mine so the receptionist picked September 8th for him.

Today I went to my appointment. The nurse said, "We have you down for the 8th." Whoa! Now we're back in the same boat. Same day for two different locations. I told her I thought my card said the 1st.
She said, "If we mixed up the date on your card, we're sorry." I answered, "I'm sure you didn't."

Got home. They did. September 1st in black ink. So I called them and now I'm due in on the 7th.
I joked that I didn't think they made any mistakes and she said, "Nope. We're human." I'm glad I have that excuse too. We're all human.

Next time I think I'll take the card with me.

Thoughts on Money

I know people who earn their money through legal means can do whatever they want with it.

When I see a news story that someone's child wears a nine thousand dollar dress to the MTV awards, I think what that money would mean to nine families wondering how they are going to buy school clothes and shoes for their children.

On a larger scale, the millions spent on political advertising is not only wrong; it is evil. People buying their way into the White House has been going on for a long time.

I don't think this is what the people who started this country had in mind.

A Touch of Fall

 

This morning I stepped on the porch to get the paper and saw the tiny amount of red in our maple tree.

Maybe fall is really  on the way (in late August?)

Hurts Donuts

It's not that we don't have a donut shop here in our town. And then there is the bakery at the local

Market Place. But a company from Wichita has been traveling to neighboring towns with a truck painted to look like an emergency vehicle (not the regular colors, however) and selling their wares by the dozen.

They advertised they would open at 7:00 a.m.

At 6:43 we hit the road to the parking lot location which happened to be just a few blocks from our house. Only five folks were ahead of me in line. Boxes of donuts were stacked up and a tray of giant long johns topped with crumbled bacon were on a table. Yum. We came home with a box and one bacon delight which we split with coffee for breakfast. I may have to freeze some to prevent them all disappearing by Sunday.

 

 

Bitty Bits

Lee saw an ad for crackers with cheese sandwiched in between. He couldn't remember the brand so at the store we saw this box of Ritz Bits. Somehow I had a little larger size in mind. Thirteen is the recommended serving size.

Stupor?

Yes, I am sleeping too much. When I add up the hours, they are about eight per day but they come at odd times. Naps and an early bed time make for early rising. Nobody cares except the dogs and Lee feeds them anyway.

Breakfast of Champions

Until this year I had never heard of the combination of waffles and fried chicken. It may be a Southern thing. I have visited the south; I even lived in the south for fifteen months. Never saw this idea. Now I understand there are entire restaurants serving this as their main offering.

 

So, this morning, having the necessary ingredients, (never mind that they are frozen) I decided to try this combo. It's ok. Might be better if everything had been made "from scratch." But how often does that happen in the present day? Not that often in this household.

"Grocery" Shopping

Yesterday I went to our mega-market for a few things we couldn't live without. Without too much detail, this included distilled water, Thermo wraps for the neck and prune juice. Just the necessities for the aged.
I also planned to buy some Swiss Miss dark chocolate delight to add to my afternoon coffee. Since I've sworn off Starbucks, I need to get that mocha flavor somewhere else.

I couldn't find the Swiss Miss - even after finding the aisle marked Powdered Drinks. Since Lee was waiting in the car I decided not to hunt my chocolate down. It was only about 85 which is cool with a north breeze here in August! But I was determined to get out in less than ten minutes.
At the check-out, for the first time in memory, the clerk did NOT ask me if I found everything. Amazing, because I was prepared, for the first time in memory, to say, "No."

But I did manage to spend less than $16.00.

Bean Soup

This recipe is from my mom's recipe box. It has to be about 1963 or 1964. The senator, Daniel B. Brewster, is named as the person whose kindness helped "us housewives cook Capitol Hill's famous Bean Soup" served in the senate from 1963 to 1969. Mom died in 1964 so that narrows the date.

 

What a simple recipe. Wonder if the House still has it on their menu?

Cops - Reality, But Not a Show

L. was watching the tv show, Cops. Suddenly he called me. The sirens weren't on television. We had police cars, firetrucks, an ambulance and highway patrol vehicles  in our neighborhood.

 

The gentleman in this photo was shaking what looked like a aerosol can of paint. Now that the area has been cleared, there is an orange mark on the street. Unless things change, our local station will have no news on this event. Maybe our neighbor will know something. He was in a conversation with two law enforcement officers. The action was around the corner near an apartment complex.

 

I prefer my "Cops" events on tv but we are so blessed to have a great department here.

This truck was not parked in front of our drive. It was screaming past and I managed to move the camera enough to not get a blur (!)

Straight Hair

I just saw an ad on tv for a device that straightens hair. Why couldn't that have been the acceptable style when I was growing up instead of the desire for curls on a perfectly straight head of hair?

Oh the smell of that solution and hooked up to curlers that were plugged into a huge machine

attached to the wall by an electrical cord. Torture for a fifth grader. (1941.)

Disappointment

Looking forward to the NEW Triple Double Cheese Wrap, we drove to Taco Bell.

 

 

It looked even worse than this - black tar paper and we thought it was in the process of being town down. Today we believe they have left the shell and will rebuld.

 

Plan two: Drive a few blocks to another Taco Bell. A few cars were ahead of us. I ordered two Triple Double etc. which I saw at the bottom of the menu with the word "NEW." The reply came from the speaker, "We don't have those now."  Thank you. And the ride back home with no south of the border type food.

Let It Ring

The answering machine is a wonderful thing. So far this afternoon we have heard from Mrs. H., a candidate's wife, Mr. H. himself and his opponent, Dr. M.

They all spoke at length. I'm not sure if they were all recordings but at least one of them may have been "live."  I'll never know because I did not care to speak to them.

Recycle Material

Lots of mail (?) today. All shiny bright cards printed and mailed at a significant cost. What a waste.
I look at them to see who they are pushing and then they go directly to the recycle file. One thing that would help this country would be to limit the time for the campaigns. Six months would be good but maybe six weeks would be even better. The money wasted on this four year travesty could certainly be used elsewhere. Perhaps to feed some hungry kids or help our schools.

My rant for the day.

Jodhpurs

When I was a kid, I had a pair of green jodhpurs.  My dad had a brown pair and he wore boots with his.  I had no boots to wear with mine but I really liked those pants!  All my life I have called them "jod-fers."  Last week I heard them mentioned on a tv program and thought something didn't sound right. I looked up the word on dictionary.com and listened to the pronunciation. Sure enough! It's "jod-purs." No one ever corrected me. But then, how many times does that word come up in a conversation?

Just shows, you are never too old to learn something new or that you were wrong and never knew it.

Found a photo. I don't remember mine being quite this wrinkled.

Solution?

One gentleman's answer to running out of paper towels.  Genius or red-neck invention?

Eyesight or Senility?

I just bought new glasses so it's not eyesight. Or is it? At the store, buying tomatoes and lettuce for BLTs, I saw a cucumber. I love them made with my friend, Barbara M.'s recipe, Cukes Delicious. Vinegar, oil, sugar, salt and milk for a dressing over sliced cucumbers.

Got home, peeled and sliced. 

I bought a zucchini.

Now I guess we'll see at lunch if Lee has lost his taste buds.

My Last Starbucks

 

 

Today my card is empty; a balance of $4.50 plus .75 bought my last Grande Mocha decaf.

I always thought it was ridiculous to pay $5.00 for a cup of coffee. If they aren't making enough profit to pay their baristas a living wage without raising their prices .20 to .30 per cup, then perhaps they need to reevaluate their business practices.

As for me, I will be buying Swiss Miss dark Chocolate Delight packets and dumping them into a cup of home brewed coffee. Saves on gas too - and wear and tear on the tires.

Homemade Jacket

We have been amazed at the absence of fireworks the last two days. This afternoon we began to hear some loud explosions. So did Jill. I put this sweat shirt/crocheted extender on her. She settled down.

 

I hope it will work when the sounds get worse.

 

So Far, No Booming

The photos of the dogs in homemade thunder shirts will wait. Thank goodness no one has started lighting fire works yet. The crackers have been on sale since eight this morning. Probably by evening we will hear some - and for the next  four days. I remember being so excited to buy a supply of sparklers, Roman candles and small fire crackers and having to WAIT until the fourth which was the only day they could legally be lighted!

 

Back to the photo above. This is for people who like creamed peas but don't like to make white sauce. The McCormick country gravy mix and a can of peas are all you need. (The garlic wasn't used. It's only there to prop up the gravy packet.)

Drain the peas. Make the gravy. Dump together. We like it.

Good-Bye to June

The month is almost over and I have not posted since the 12th. I have not been busy. Things just don't happen that are worth writing about.

 A new hot water tank is not exciting, especially when the bill arrives. Not exciting but startling.

The highlight was a visit from our Texas clan. So much fun to have them here - just wish the Oregon bunch could have made it this time!

 

It's been hot but we've had enough rain that we haven't had to water the yard. I do miss our tree with the dual colored blossoms. We lost it in the ice storm.

The main thing I have been doing is making hats and afghans. . . so many that I lost track of two

and couldn't remember making them. As Perky said, many years ago, "I do miss my  mind."

Tomorrow begins the shooting of fireworks...for five days. In my opinion, that is four days too many.

How about one day on the Fourth of July.

I am prepared to calm Jill with a home made thunder shirt. Jack stays relaxed but I have shirt for

him just in case this year is different. I made a couple of doggy coats from old sweat

shirts. Jill has outgrown hers but I have added a strip that will go around  her "chest."

Photos tomorrow.

Please Take Turns

This is one of the things we learned in Kindergarten.
Yesterday we went to get Lee a milk shake. Our drive-in destination has two lanes for ordering. I mentioned as we drove in that I wonder if anyone has had a difficulty with someone not waiting their turn.
Well, evidently that did it. We had never had any difugalty (A word my mother used and that I don't know how to spell.) We ordered and advanced. When it was our turn to meld, an older gentleman, probably as old us we are, took his large van straight away in front of us. I told Lee, I'm not going to ram him with our equally as large van. He never looked at us and continued on. The man behind him in a mini-cooper saw the whole thing and he grinned at me and shook his head.

These are our exciting times in life now.

 No harm, no foul. We actually got the correct order. I don't know how they keep the orders straight. I asked the clerk how they manage that and she said sometimes the vehicle is on there. Not sure what that means. Do they have a camera? Just remember, take turns.

Banana Pancakes

 

I am a sucker for new recipes. Sometimes they are too odd to be prepared the second time. I

once made a Chocolate Sausage cake. It was more sausage flavor than chocolate so that

was a one time thing.

I saw a recipe with two (2) ingredients. Since I had half a ripe banana, I halved

the recipe and added one egg.

Smashing that banana into a pulp and adding the beaten egg, I was ready to fry.

Not quite as thin as a crepe nor as tasty, this is one that probably won't be made again.

 

In case you want to try:

Half cup mashed ripe banana

Two eggs, beaten.

Treat as pancake batter.

Try and eat.

 

Gone

The tree has been removed by one of our three GREAT neighbors. We couldn't have picked a better place to live if we had collected resumes from people in surrounding houses!

Our neighbor to the north saw Lee out trimming branches from the mulberry tree. He offered to take the whole thing down. There are some lower branches entwined in the fence. Since he didn't want to damage the fence, he left them there. Lee can keep them trimmed back to they won't bear anymore fruit.

The neighbor to the south is a wonderful lady who has helped us with several things....like finding someone to clean up our back yard when the ice brought down lots of branches and one tree.

(Seems like many of our problems involve trees. I hate to lose trees for any reason but sometimes they have to go.

The other special neighbor lives across the street and he mows every week for us. These acts of kindness do not go unrewarded.

Mulberries

 

This tree has been near our garage since we moved here, almost nine years ago. At first it was more like a bush. When it started getting taller, Lee trimmed it every year. This is the first year he has seen mulberries on it. Of course, I googled mulberry bush/tree and they black and white ones grow on trees. They are from Eastern Asia. I didn't taste any of them. We also discovered that lady bugs are very plentiful on the branches.

Multi-Color

 

I have several small balls of yard from projects. Since I finished my last red, black, white and grey afghan, I decided to start using some of these bits of yarn.

 

This could be "The Afghan of Many Colors," or "Multi-Color Wrap" or simply, "Leftovers."

I think I like the last name the best.

Chopped Onions and a Sparkly Find

It has been cool for May. L. thought chili sounded good so we went to the store to buy chili stuff. I have always chopped my own onion and celery and green pepper to put in the pot.
L. converted me to go to the salad bar and just dish up those items. Less chopping, he says.

So yesterday I dipped into the diced onion compartment and what did I spoon up? An artificial finger nail - all silver with  sparkly stuff on it.

I picked it out and took it to one of the cashiers who stand right behind the salad bar to check out customers, told her where I found it. No reply. She may have been as stunned as I was.




From now on, I think I'll chop my own onions and celery.

Gelato

I had never heard of gelato until a few years ago. I am not an employee or agent of this company but this is the best frozen dessert I have eaten. It's chocolate peanut butter. Those small things on top are tiny Reese's cups. I opened it, didn't have my camera with me to take a photo. So I just dipped some out and took the photo later. 

 

I may have to pace myself. 

Service Engine Soon

This light has been shining through on the dash of our van since last Friday. Today we drove to the Ford garage and made an appointment to put the vehicle on the computer and see what is going on.

That will be today at 1:00.  Charge $100. 

 

Just to look?

 

The path forward was block. so I backed out after assuring the woman I knew how to back up :(

 

After running some errands, I looked down and the warning is gone.

 

 

They have a powerful garage there. Drive in. Car is fixed. Appointment cancelled till next time the light appears.

Wedding Photos, 1928

 

 

On May 11, 1928 my mom and dad were married. Not a big fancy affair and they took photos afterward at the park. The second photo is the bride and groom with the husband's parents, my grandparents, on the left. Ada and Delmar were only fifty-seven. Why do they look so much older than that to me? Mom and dad were twenty-four and thirty. (My dad would have preferred I kept that number a couple of digits lower - he liked to lower his age. Even when he got a hunting license at twenty-three, his age is listed as twenty-one.) In the next photo which is the wedding party, some were left out. Either the camera had a defective view finder, or the photographer liked that big tree.

Fred Hampton, Wayne Dewey (the child), Delmar and Ada Brown, Eliza Hampton and Ernest Dewey.

In this photo are my dad, Dewey Brown, his dad, Delmar, mother, Ada, Aunt "Lizy" Ernest Dewey and seated are my mom, Selma Wright Brown and Violet Hampton Dewey.