Annabelle’s has her day with the Turkey’s

Where’s the Turkey Mom!!!!

They made me where this, I don’t see a turkey on Mom & Dad’s chest!!!

Happy Thanksgiving, Now we will see what Mom does for Christmas? Oh no, not a reindeer on my chest!

Baxter

Baxter was born in a barn here in Idaho. He came to be our pet when my son and granddaughter gave him to me. And they kept his sister Coconut. He was so tiny and very sweet. Ready to be loved and love. He liked outside more than inside, and the sofa. He would not use a litter box, he wanted out. Over the years he had many fights, he was never very big, but I think he thought that he was.

Arney found Baxter in his bed, he had died in his sleep. Sleep well dear friend, you were a little rebel. Soft and sweet, you never really belonged to us, you liked your freedom.If there is a heaven for you Baxter, I hope there is a barn for you to stand on the roof- top, a field to run in just like home.

Thanksgiving memories…

I can still hear my Grand mommy and Great Aunt Addie (sisters) giggling in the kitchen. They would share stories about growing up, or just laugh for the joy of being together. All the wonderful smells as one by one we got out of bed. Maple syrup and biscuits that floated to your mouth, and brown gravy from Grand mommy’s iron pan. Cold milk, hot coca, or coffee with real cream and sugar. My very own chair that was tall so I fit just right at the table. Granddaddy giving the blessing, and all the voices of family gathering around the table.

The turkey was in the oven and all day long Aunts, Uncles, cousins, coming for dinner. And I loved to see what each one made. I knew what was good from years past…stay away from Aunt Sylvia’s sweet potatoes. I could hardly wait to have Grand Mommy’s chocolate pie:)

Granddaddy made his heavenly hash….all that cream and sweet.

Everyone dressed so nice. I was to stay clean…not going to happen!!!!

All those faces in my memory, the hugs, the love.

People were just nicer on Thanksgiving, they understood that this was a time to be thankful for each other. No television, no cell phones. Lots of games and kids playing with marbles and hide go seek.

Dinner was a event, it lasted for hours, whispers and even some sleeping by the older folks. Teens playing ball in the front yard.

Tomorrow is Thanksgiving, and I will remember all the people who gave me reason to be thankful and share good food with all the sweet faces of today…yes, there will be a football game on teley, and every child has his own cell phone. And there will be games inside and out…and I will listen to the giggles of my daughter, and the laughter of my husband and son’s…and I will try to stay clean just like Mama wanted.

Happy Thanksgiving!!!!

I am thankful for you, my friends in blog land. I can hardly believe this year has gone by so fast. It is a gift to see all that you create, what a blessing it is to have this place to share. I hope you are having a day that gives you love and Joy…we all need to be loved. It is snowing today which is a sure sign of the holidays here in Idaho. Looking forward to being here next year and being one of the Turkeys….

Finley “Finn”

  Finley loves wearing his little shirts. Loves to hear me say that he is pretty. But Finn is all boy. He loves being out in the back yard rolling in the grass. Chasing Baxter our cat and brings in leaves, rocks and anything he thinks is fun. He loves to play in the rain and I am sure snow will be loads of fun.Finn turned 6 months old the first of this month, boy time goes by so fast. Wed he is getting his first hair cut. I want to keep him in a puppy cut, easier to take care of.

Sunny afternoon on the back yard bench.LB and Finn.

 

Finn gets his first haircut tomorrow afternoon…he has bed head.

This is my Grandmother…

Ethel Alice. I love this picture. She was a genital soul. She raised 5 children and a couple of grandkids. She loved to be in her kitchen, it was always the heart of her home. She had a day list of things to do Monday-Friday, each day had a purpose. Bake day, laundry day, heavy cleaning day and so on. I loved Friday, that was bread making day. The smell of yeast bread that she kneaded with those little hands. Her garden was amazing, she would bring in the veggies and that evening meal would be wonderful. She was not much of a meat eater, but she could make the best fried chicken ever. We did not kill our chickens, the eggs was their job. They all had names and were treated as pets. No one was ever turned away from her door, people were hungry in the 30’s.  I loved her chocolate pie, nothing from a box. Grand-mommy made my journey into life special because she loved me.

Bella’s first Halloween….My Great Granddaughter:)

Kayla made this for her baby girl……..so cut. Bella 5 months old.

“Who Killed Father & Mother?”

“Don’t Look Now, Here Comes Lizzie!”

Old portable table for crafting….

This table will never be known as a great beauty, but for me it a good addition as a craft table.

The sweet lady I bought it from was in her 90’s. She shared that this table had belonged to her mother. And that she used it as a sewing table as long as she could remember. When I told her that I would use it as a craft table, she was so happy. I could tell she hated to let it go. I paid five dollars for it. The table has a slight bow where her machine sat. Arney got most of the bow out. But it is old and only so much can be done.

Since it is a fold up table, I can put it away when it is not in use. Arney sanded it and I used Linseed Oil as a finish.

As you can see even the part that holds the legs is wood. 

Now I do not have to use my kitchen table or my coffee table to craft on.

Something very old made almost new and useful again.

The Legend of Lizzie Borden

It was 1975 when I watched the movie about Lizzie Borden. Elizabeth Montgomery played the part of Lizzie. It was a Haunting story and since it was based on a true story it stayed with me.

No one really knows if Lizzie killed her parents, but it looks very possible that she did. There was a history of mental illness in her family.

So on this Halloween theme, and with all the Haunting and soon there will be little monsters at your door, Here is Lizzie for your consideration…….

Lizzie with her church group. They say that she had a look in her eyes that made people uncomfortable.

Scribbler….On my way home

 

Yesterday was hair cut day. I drive through a lot of farm country to get to Meridian where the shop is. I took this picture through my car window as I was leaving.

A little adventure in my soul. There is a old farm house that soon will be gone. I have gone by it so many times, but yesterday I stopped. It was a little scary because you never know what might be inside. As I was walking toward the house, I realized there might be snakes in the tall grass. But I continued on with mindless abandonment, this was my adventure. And this is what I found.

And it smelled really bad…..but sometimes it is a good thing to step out of our safe zone….TEE-HEE

Art comes in many forms…….

I was so happy when I found these pictures. My daughter Jenny with the help of her husband Doug made this sweet collage of children’s hands. Each child had a clay tile and they pressed there little hands into the clay and then painted their own hand. Then Jenny had them fired, and put them all together with grout. Framed and then it was auctioned  at Summit’s school. It made almost a thousand dollars. Summit is pointing to his little hand…They were moving into their new home, still boxes to unload.

I had a older camera, I did not know it had pictures in it. U