I am on a quest to get rid of the coons that come in my yard every night and ruin my fruit trees, raid the garage where I store my bird seed and bother my kitties. So far I have trapped seven coons and one grey fox in the past two weeks. I have found that an egg is the best bait, they like it and it doesn’t cost anything, not like a can of sardines or a can of cat food. People don’t trap varmints anymore because the hides are not worth anything. So after a few years, we are overrun with them. I lost all the fruit on my big apricot tree in two nights, they just strip the tree and leave the green fruit on the ground. They break the limbs and just tear up things. A fox is harder to catch but they kill baby goats and lambs. I have been seeing them on the road where they have been hit by cars, there are a lot of them here too.
A few more pictures from my album, it is hard not to show every single one, they were all so special to me. These are the fun pictures.
One of the things I loved about the trip was getting to be a child again and play the games I played when I was a growing up.
We didn’t have toys back then, no multi-color playground equipment, no fancy play houses with kitchens, easy-bake ovens, or have a pink Barbie convertible parked out front. We played the same old timey games these children at the orphanage were playing. They don’t have fancy toys either and I hope they never will. I can’t imagine any of them ever saying, ‘I’m bored’. Their only toy was a soccer ball and a jump rope.
There was a lot of dancing, singing, running races, chasing, and laughing, and at the same time, they were sweet to each other. I can’t ever remember so much energy, I think all of our group played harder than we had in a long time.
Goodbye to my sweet sister, she was blessed with the most precious treasures of all, being a wife, mother and grandmother. She made a difference in the world for all who knew her and loved her. What a life. Her last words to me on the phone every night were, “Goodnight and I love you most! “
Another re-run of older posts. I have enjoyed the break so I am ready to get started on new things. For the past month I have been baby sitting 50 pet chickens, three dogs (each with health needs) two peacocks, running live traps to catch the coons bothering the chickens and the peach trees, and coming home every day to take care of my stuff here. One day it was the washing machine that flooded the utility room and closet, that was the biggest problem. I also have been feeding almost 30 wild turkeys that stay in my yard, and my kitties. It has been worth it just getting the wonderful pictures and videos from Uganda every day. The time difference changed my night to day but the internet is unbelievable.
I put the Bridge party on my blog a few weeks ago and everyone liked seeing the girls. It was back in the 1970’s. Today I want to show you some pictures of these same girls and the hair-dos they wore back then. The hair took time to fix and is probably the reason women stopped wearing hats, they just wouldn’t fit on this big hair. You had to roll it on curlers, then tease or back-comb it and spray with hair spray so stiff you could go through a cyclone and not have a hair out of place. At night you wore a satin sleeping cap or wrapped it with toilet paper, that hair-do had to last a week. I loved the big hair, it was beautiful, the girls were pretty and they always dressed in classy clothes. They could decorate a room by walking through the door~
This is a picture of Dan holding his sweet baby D.T in 1956. The second picture is five years later with little Paul. Dan was a wonderful daddy to these two little boys, they were the best thing to ever happen to him.The boys had lots of fine men in their lives~ granddad’s and many uncles~ but no one more special than their daddy. “Ye-haw, let’s stand and sing, keep smiling , raise the flag, who’s ready for a cigar, let’s eat.” I love those boys and loved that daddy!
Today is a special day for me, it was June 17, 1961 when we were celebrating a new baby in our family. The next new baby came thirty years later when his daughter was born and we had to wait another twenty seven years for her new baby to be born. Anyway, I just wanted to wish him a Happy 56th birthday and tell him how much I love him. He is in Uganda right at the moment doing mission work and enjoying his new baby granddaughter. I hope to show pictures of that trip soon.
Here is a picture of a typical windmill taken in 1962. Many of these have been replaced with submersible pumps that run on electricity or solar energy. When I was growing up, they had towers made of wood but later they made them out of metal. There is a company in San Angelo that still makes Aermotor windmills and ships them all over the world. We have always had a mill, to me there is something mystical about it. It takes some maintaining though, if a rod breaks it has to be pulled out and replaced. That used to mean hooking a pulley onto the bumper of a pickup and driving back and forward to pull the rods out. Our well is almost 400′ deep and just got all new rods. It was done with a big truck with a with a boon, the operator stood at the controls and pushed some buttons while his helper unhooked the rods. It should be good for a long time now. Just like knowing a good plumber or mechanic, you need a good windmill man~I have one, he is one of the Henderson boys~
I have been posting my little things on face book, but now I will be bringing them to my blog, the one today is the den. When I made it in 1972, we lived over at the farm house with no den so it was fun to dream of ‘some day’ as I made it. On the desk there is a typewriter, world globe, pens and pencils, and letters etc. The book case has framed pictures of the kids, carved figures, books and a little sailing ship on top. There is a checker board on the coffee table with a heated game going . My miniature rooms never have dolls in them, once you put a doll in the magic is gone. In your mind you can be the one in the room and own the space without being an intruder.
More miniatures this morning, this is a copy of the furniture in my den, the sofas have been recovered since I made the little ones, I planned to recover the miniatures but like to remember them them as they were when we first built the house. They sit on the fireplace hearth and decorate that area. As I have said before, all my dogs have recognized what they are and have sat on them. I have a living room but the den is where everyone congregates. Most of the time the doors are open to the sun room. I remember the excitement of making all the little things. If you have ever made a little chair or carved something tiny, you know what I mean. We may be wired a little bit different~
This is a simple recipe for pickled beets. It is easy and fast and adds something special to any meal. They will keep well in the refrigerator for a week, if you can stay out of them~I can’t think of any dinner meal that they wouldn’t make more special.
2 cans whole or cut beets (drain but save
1/2 c. of the juice)
3/4 c. vinegar
3/4 c sugar
Put beets, vinegar, saved
beet juice and sugar in saucepan,
bring to a full boil. Let cool and store
in refrigerator until ready to use.