One of the attractions in Guanajuato Mexico are the mummy caves. It is a dark narrow corridor and the sides are lined with shelves holding mummified bodies, hundreds of them. They were moved there when people could not pay an $8 tax each year to keep their relatives in their graves. An epidemic of cholera killed so many that there was no room in the cemeteries and old bodies were disinterred and replaced with new ones. After 1958, there was a law passed that they were no longer allowed do this. The mummy caves are now a museum ~El Museo De Las Momias~ and one of Mexico’s biggest tourist attraction. Books have been written about it, movies made and even songs about the mummies. We visited there in the 1960s and after the shock of seeing what it was, we headed back out the door. It was a haunting sight. It was even more horrifying than the one bullfight we saw.
Taxco is a silver mining town located about 100 miles southwest of Mexico City, we visited there in 1956.
This is one of my all time favorite pictures of ZZ. She is checking out a little boy’s throat while another one watches from behind. She is a missionary and nurse in Kenya. She planned to be there three months, it has been three years. She has a great passion for her work there~May the Lord Bless her and keep her under His watch~
Back to board games, the ultimate game is Chess, the modern version of the game is around 500 years old but is thought to have been started in the 6th century. Anyone is old enough to play if they can learn the rules, 8 years old is about right. It is interesting, it takes skill and teaches skill,
There is a lot going on in a chess game, different pieces move only certain directions and are some only allowed to jump certain ways. Every piece can be captured and removed from the board except for the King, when he is blocked and can no longer move, the game is over and you have “Check Mate”, someone has won and someone has lost. It is intense, it takes a lot of thought but it is not hard to learn and such a pleasure to play. It has stood the test of time.
Today I am showing portraits of our most famous presidents, George Washington and Abraham Lincoln. I painted them in the 1960s. They have been a part of my art shows and hung in special places through the years. I have now moved them to the Schleicher County Court House where they will have a permanent home. May God continue to bless our great country. Raise the flag, sing the praises, we all have one vote, use it to keep the principals which these two great men lived for. (you can write their names in the Google Browser and enjoy hours of great reading).
This is a great sandwich. It looks complicated but is easy and fun to make. The bread recipe is the easiest of all yeast breads. You just need to go through the list of ingredients and have everything sliced, laid out and ready, then it goes together fast.
Here is another place between Eldorado and Mertzon. I think I painted every scene from here to there at some time. There are a few pretty live oaks, some windmills and rock tanks, and only about three houses in the 32 miles. A woman who lived on a ranch out there was at a bridge party one time and we were all telling funny stories, she told us that one freezing day she went out to see if ice was forming on the water in the tank and dropped her car keys in. She had to do what was necessary so she ran to the house. put on her bathing suit and went back and jumped in the freezing water. She found the keys and was climbing out when Mr. Halbert drove up in his butane truck to deliver gas. She said she headed straight for the house like nothing had happened. She was sure he must have thought she had lost her mind. It was a good story and I know none of us ever forgot it. When I look at the paintings from Mertzon, I think of her.
Today is my oldest son’s birthday, I will post this on my blog tomorrow. He was born in 1956 and what a thrill to remember all these wonderful years. We had his birthday dinner yesterday after church. Debbie made his favorite soup and a beautiful coconut cream pie. (she is the gourmet cook in our family) That was the menu he chose. It took me 24 hours “to born the boy”. The afternoon before, I had taken my 2 mile exercise walk down Rabbit Road in my summer clothes, it was a hot fall day. Then the next day when he was born we had a famous West Texas blizzard blow in and for the next five days everything was frozen solid, tree limbs were breaking from the weight of the ice. I always remember that hard freeze on October 22 but most of all how wonderful it was to have that brand new baby boy.
I never knew much about Africa. I had it pictured as a country with a parched and dry landscape as far as you could see, and maybe one old gnarled, water starved tree with an elephant kicking up dust. In the last year, I have learned it is not that way at all. I have enjoyed seeing hundreds of pictures of Kenya with it’s lush and beautiful green countryside. It is on the equator but the elevation is 7,000 feet so it is cool, green and wet. There are small gardens everywhere with maize, tomatoes, greens and all kinds of fruits growing. The city of Kitale is in the eastern part of Kenya and has a golf course, modern hotels, large banks, supermarkets and then the unique market places on the streets that sell all kinds of produce. It is much like parts of Mexico. My heart is over there with someone I love very much.
The pyracantha bushes are covered in beautiful orange berries around town. The plants grow to 10 feet tall and are showy and beautiful. They tolerate heat and cold and even drought, in fact they like it dry and can live for many years.
In the spring, they are covered in white blossoms and then the berries come on in later summer. Good food for the birds, they eat everything that falls on the ground. It is also a safe nesting place. The branches are a mass of thorns so they are considered a good barrier against predators. They bring lots of pretty color to the landscape with little effort. Now is a good time to plant them, start with a gallon size and it will grow into a nice plant in a hurry. This one I found in Tricia’s yard this afternoon and decided to show it off. She will be surprised to see it in tomorrow’s blog.
I like a pound cake because you can slice it, pick it up and eat it, or you can have it with a cup of coffee or a glass of milk. It isn’t sticky, you don’t need a napkin or a fork. But of course you can sit down and eat it quite properly if you like. The slices can be wrapped and frozen and ready for drop in company. Real pound cake is made with real butter. I like the little bit of lemon icing on it too. Pound Cake must be good, it is in every recipe book, and has been handed down for generations from good cooks~ Note! Since I first placed this on my blog, I had a failure on one cake so this recipe has been changed slightly. After testing it today, it turned out very nice~
Buttermilk Pound Cake