Frozen In Time!

The first day of spring is one thing, and the first spring day is another. The difference between them is sometimes as great as a month. ~Henry Van Dyke

Wow, the last week has been crazy! I thought Spring was here. I have been outside working in my flower beds, enjoying my flowers, until this last week!!

Then winter came sneeking back. It waited until the dark of night and then, quiet as a snowflake falling, dumped the snow, sleet and ice on us.

But at least where I live we didn't get the foot or more like some places.

And when I went outside the next morning it was kind of fun! The sleet and ice was a thin sheet frozen on top of the snow and every step I took it would crunch, crunch, crunch.......
I have never gotten over feeling like a kid when I get out in the snow!!

And then I went to check on my flowers. Oh my!!! I couldn't believe how neat they all were. They had been Frozen In Time!! It is just amazing what nature can do with a little rain and then a freezing night!! The drops of rain were frozen right where they fell!!

Here are some of the pictures I took......

Visiting the Farm

I had a nice day yesterday visiting a friend of mine. She and her family live on a farm. I was raised on a farm and really miss it.
I can't say that I miss some of the chores I had to do as a child, like cleaning out the rabbit pens, or washing out the cows watering tank. Yuck!!
But I do miss the animals and the country life, and my afternoons in the pasture.

I lived on the farm during my young years, until I got married and left home. I don't remember the pressure of getting the wheat planted on time, or the worry of the rain and hail storms coming right at wheat harvest time.
What I remember is the relaxed, peaceful times when I would take a walk in our pasture. There was always so many adventures there.
Much different then walking on a sidewalk around my neighborhood now days.

A lizard runs across the path. Where is he going so fast!
A horny toad sits on a rock watching me. I catch him and hold him for a while looking at his funny horny skin. Then I put him back down and he scurries away.
A cockle burr gets caught in my pant leg, or a sandburr in my sock. Ouch, I reach down and pull it out.
Look, there is a bare space on the ground filled with small rocks. I found a small piece of petrified wood!
A small amount of water is in the dry wash in the pasture. I pull off my shoes and socks and play in the water and mud. Oh, I better be careful, I see a couple of crawdads! Look at them run backwards when I get close. How funny!
In a bigger puddle I see tadpoles, some have two legs growing all ready!

Then I get to the area where a big patch of sunflowers are growing. They are taller then I am. I start bending some of them over and make a path into them and then a whole area.
I have a new play house!! I sit down and watch the bugs and butterflies go by.
Finally I decide it is time to walk back up to the house. The adventure continues as I go back up the path.
A big yellow grasshopper jumps and lands right on my shirt! I grab him in my fingers and black tobacco comes out his mouth. I laugh and toss him in the air and he flies off.

What a wonderful afternoon I have had. An adventure as great as any safari!!
And it was right at home.

All of these memories come back to me as I am walking around my friends yard on the farm.
She has different animals then what we had. But I still love to be on a farm again.

Here are some pictures I took yesterday:

Farm Goats

Galloway Beef Calves

Her Pet Chickens

Puppy to Grow up to Protect the Goats

Getting Older

Well, I can't believe it. I am getting old! And today I feel even older! When I got my mail today I had a letter that had my new Medicare Card in it!! Golly, I won't be 65 for four more months!!! They didn't have to send it so early!!

I don't really feel that old. And my up coming birthday is not bothering me that much really. But I can remember when my mother turned 50. I was still fairly young and I told her, "Gee mom, you are half a century old!". She told me in later years that she really didn't feel that old until I told her that!

My "older" sister told me today, " I love being old. There are so many advantages and deductions that you can get." I guess she is right. Golly, we both are retired and can do what we want!! Now what can be better then that! ha ha

All of this is leading up to more memories I have been having. I have some of my father's old toys. He loved toys even when he was older. His toys were special toys that he kept in a special drawer. We only got to play with them when we asked permission and then we had to handle them very carefully. We only played with them for a short while and then had to put them away again in his special drawer. But because of this, I have some wonderful toys today that were my fathers.


This photo is of the original metal Slinky and the original box it came in. Also pictured is a metal top. You wind the string around the top, hold the end of the string with the metal washer between your fingers and throw it out onto the floor. Notice the holes in the side of the top, that would let it whistle while it spun.


Here are two tin toys. Very simple but fun. The clown would sit on a string that two people held very tight and the clown would "walk" down the string. The other item is a spinning disk. It says on it, "Blow On It See It Spin".

Such simple things but they were so much fun to play with! So life goes on, I get older, but I try to keep my life simple. Life for me is fun.
I think I was taught how to enjoy the simple things in life.

A Valentines Day I Remember

Do you remember when it was Valentines Day we took a card to everyone in our class at school? They were these small Valentine cards that were in a large book and you had to poke them out of the cardboard pages.

It was very important to look at each card, read it, and pick out certain ones for certain people.
I would pick out favorite ones for my best friends and try to find mushy ones to give to the boys I liked. Of course these boys probably never even read them! You had to be careful not to give a mushy one to someone you didn’t like!

When I was young and going to grade school at Washington, I think it was when I was in the second grade, daddy would drive me to school in his truck on his way to work at Martis Electric. It was just daddy and myself. This Valentines Day I had my arms full. With a heavy coat and mittens on, I also had a book, my lunch box, and my box of Valentines for all of my class.
It was a cold and blustery day. We weren’t really late but all of the kids were already inside and I knew I had to hurry. As I opened the truck door and stepped down out of the truck I dropped all of the items I was carrying.
The valentines started blowing across the playground and I started crying! I couldn’t lose all of these special valentines, everyone else would have valentines to give out!
I felt despair as only a child can feel. Daddy had to hurry to work but he turned off the truck, got out and started picking up valentines. He calmed me down and told me it would be okay, we would find all of them. He helped me get all of my valentines picked up. And we did find all of them! He wasn’t mad, he just helped me.
I do not remember exactly what daddy said but I remember the weight of the world was off of my shoulders at that moment. Daddy was my hero!! For a long time, years in fact, I remembered that time as a special love I felt from my daddy, just for me.
It has always been a special Valentine Day…..



This is a Valentine Card my mother gave to daddy before they were married. It would have been before 1932.....

Chicken Dinner on the Farm

Yum yumm…. It is hard for me to believe after all of the chicken I ate growing up that I still like chicken today. Mama fixed fried chicken at least once a week for supper and sometimes more. With five in our family we would eat a whole chicken in one meal. The fried chicken that mother fixed was nothing like the chicken you buy in the grocery stores today.
We raised our own chickens and they were taken at a much smaller size then the ones you buy now. They were so tender and fresh tasting. Daddy would always get the wishbone piece, Shirley the breast bone, Janice a wing, mother the ribs and I liked the thigh, it had a lot of meat on it. The rest of the pieces would be distributed so that we each had two pieces to eat.
On many Sundays we ate chicken and noodles or chicken and dumplings. These chickens were ones that had gotten larger and older and were always cooked with homemade noodles or dumplings. We had some older hens that we would keep to lay eggs but after they had become a year or two old they would be used for this meal. And a new chicken would take its place for laying eggs. I felt the best part of using these older laying chickens were the eggs that would be in their egg sack inside them, they were just the yolk, no egg white yet, and in varying sizes. Mom would cook these with the noodles. They were so good.

But the story I want to tell is of all that had to be done to get these chickens to the table!
It all started in early spring. Mama would go to the hatchery in town to buy the baby chickens. Many times I got to go with her. It was exciting to walk in and hear all the noise! Cheep, cheep, cheep, cheep…. You could hardly hear yourself talk. There would be cardboard boxes with dividers in them, and holes in the top and sides. Several boxes would be stacked on top of each other. These were all full of baby chicks. I loved to stick my finger in one of the holes in the side of a box and feel the fuzzy chick inside. Mama would always buy White Leghorn chickens. I think it was at least 100 baby chickens that she bought. The babies were all so fuzzy and bright yellow. Once in while there would be two or three that had a little black fuzz on them or even one that was all black. But when all of them grew they would have white feathers and yellow feet.

We kept these chicks in a small brooder house. There would be straw on the floor and one or two light bulbs, with a metal shade on top of it, hanging down from the low ceiling, close to the floor so the baby chicks could huddle under it to stay warm. Then food and water had to be put out for them twice a day. As the chicks grew and had feathers we could let them out of the brooder house during the day into a small fenced in area. In the evening we would go out and have to chase them back in to the brooder house for the night.
As they grew and became about 1 1/2 to 2 pounds in size the day would come when we spent the whole day dressing and cleaning chickens. Mama had a long wire with a hook on the end. She would go into the small fence area and use the hook to grab a chicken around the leg. We caught about 6 at a time. As Janice and I were standing there holding a chicken by the legs in each hand, mama would take a large sharp butcher knife and cut the head off of the chicken she was holding. She would just lie it on the ground and put its head under her foot and cut right through the neck. This never did seem to bother her or us. It was just part of things that we did on the farm.

After its head was cut off she would let go of it and jump back. It would start flopping all over the yard. After all of the heads were off we waited until they were done flopping and then go pick them up. Mama would go into the house and bring out a large bucket that had been filled half full of water and heated to boiling on the stove. Then she took a chicken, holding it by the feet, and dunked it into the hot water, swished it around a bit and took it out. She would hand it to Janice or me and we started pulling all of the feathers off of the chicken. We had to get them all off. Mama would always inspect them to be sure we had all of the feathers off.
Then we would carry it inside and holding it over a lit burner on our kitchen stove we singed all of the little hairs and a few furry feathers that were left on the chicken. But we still were not done! Now we had a huge bowl of water that we put the chicken in and with a sharp paring knife you scraped all of the skin of the chicken to clean off the singed hair and pull out any pin feathers that were still there. Again mama would have to inspect it to be sure it was clean enough and ready to be cut up.
This part was a little hard to do. Mama did most of them but as we got old enough she taught us how to cut up a chicken. It was done a certain way. Mainly so that you could cut through the joints instead of trying to cut through a bone. Also it divided up the chicken into certain pieces for eating. The chicken would then be put into a bag and placed into the freezer. We kept most of the chickens in the freezer to eat for the rest of the summer and through the winter.

The best part of this whole operation is that Janice and I got paid for helping!! We received 10 cents for picking the feathers off each chicken, and 10 cents for singeing and scraping a chicken. And when we were old enough to cut up a chicken we received 25 cents for each one we cut up!! It was a big pay day for us!!

Janice and I each usually did about 10 chickens in a day and mama would do lots more. All of the chickens would be cleaned and frozen within just 2 or 3 days.
I would sure enjoy having one of these small fresh chickens for dinner today! There is just nothing like it any more.

A Christmas I Remember

Christmas mornings for me were always just like the books that you read. My sister and I woke up, always very very early, and since I slept upstairs near my parents bed, I would ask if I could get up. Of course they would say it is not morning yet and after a while I would ask again. Finally after Janice would wake up also in a nearby bedroom then they would let us get up.
We would run downstairs to see what our special gift was, sitting on our special chair and to see what was in our Christmas Stocking. The night before mama would help us set a dinning room chair right in front of the Christmas Tree, one for each of us three girls. We left cookies on a plate on each chair and hung our Christmas stocking on the back of the chair. We always used one of mama’s nylon hose for our stocking. You could get so much more in it!! (This was before Panty hose!)
I don’t remember believing that Santa Claus came, I knew it was mama and daddy filling our stockings. They filled them mostly with apples, oranges and peanuts in the shell. I went to bed and thought they must get up in the middle of the night and put things on our chair and in our stockings. That part I never could figure out. How did they do that without me waking up. As I became older it finally dawned on me that they just did it before they went to bed! ha
We didn’t get a new doll every Christmas. A new doll was a very special gift that we received just a few times as we grew up. My very special friend, my Judy doll, I had as long as I could remember and I loved her very much. When I had my tonsils taken out in the hospital I had to have Judy with me in the hospital bed. And before I would let them give me a shot or anything they had to give it to Judy first. But over the last couple of years before this special Christmas all of her hair had fallen off, it was just glued on when she was new. I felt so sad that she was bald. And I guess I thought she was ugly. This Christmas the folks asked me if I wanted a new doll for Christmas. I said "no" what I want is new hair for my Judy doll!
So what did I see sitting on my Christmas chair that Christmas morning?! Judy, with a whole new head of hair, beautiful golden curls all over!! I was so very very happy!! I remember I started crying I was so happy. And I told mama that now I know what it means to cry because you are so happy. That was the first time I had ever experienced that. I never could figure out how they had that done without me knowing it. I had to have Judy with me all of the time. In later years mama told me they had gone all the way to Wichita, 60 miles, to a doll place and bought the wig and they told daddy how to glue it onto Judy. Daddy even had to buy special glue.
I still have Judy and she is still wearing the same wig. It is tangled now so you can’t comb it but it is still beautiful and I still love Judy as much as ever.

Consoling Factors for Recession

I enjoy quotes and really like this one....

In times of recession and shrinking money, the arts is one of the great consoling factors because you can turn to books and paintings and literature for insights into the human condition which greed and money can't buy.- Joan Bakewell, British broadcasting personality

I want to add to this quote with the idea that Photography and Nature are two things that also can console and present enjoyment, and are also things that greed and money can't buy or take away from you.
Here are a few to console you and to enjoy.....

Catching the Sun

Garden Blues


Rosey Pink

White Spider

Yellow Summer Days