this recipe came from my friend Pat Pfluger, it makes a delicious company dinner
This is one of those really easy to make dinners. It is great with hot rolls and a fresh fruit salad. For my Sunday company dinner yesterday I served it with Debbie’s green beans and a corn dish, dinner for eight, everyone enjoyed it. ~in the oven when I left for church, ready for the table when I got home~ Always a good anytime meal but makes a special dinner for company too, simply delicious~
Baked Chicken Breasts
8 or 10 chicken breasts
1 8 oz. can mushrooms
1 can mushroom soup
1 can Pet milk
1 8 oz. carton sour cream
1/4 c. sherry
Split breast so they will be serving sizes
Lay chicken breasts in a large baking dish, mix all
other ingredients except paprika and spread over
chicken, then sprinkle top with paprika. Do not cover.
Bake at 350 for about 1 1/2 hours
Greasy’s car looked like this one, it was big, black and impressive.
When I was 13 years old, my great aunt Allie was having to go to San Angelo every few days to the doctor for treatments. Usually my grandmother took her but she couldn’t go this one time. Aunt Allie’s son Greasy, who was the sheriff here in Eldorado asked my daddy if it would be alright if I drove her up there. Oh YES, great day in the morning! Greasy’s car was a nice shinny black four door sedan, and a mighty pretty one. I picked Aunt Allie up and we were off. There was no traffic on the roads back then, you hardly met a single car coming or going. So we are blazing down the highway at 30 miles an hour, windows down, doing a lot of talking, all the while I was checking out the dashboard. Lots of buttons and switches I wasn’t familiar with, ” wonder what a throttle is’~ There was a dimmer switch in the middle of the floorboard, all I had ever seen was over beside the clutch. I stepped on it and a siren went off! It was an ear piercing low whine that got louder and higher until it was screaming. It got to it’s top note and stayed there. After a minute Aunt Allie said, (yelling so I could hear her) “Oh Dear, maybe we should shut it off”, but who knew how! In a little bit she said, (again yelling) “maybe we should pull off the road”. Good idea, I was already worried that we would be going though Christoval pretty soon. I slowed down and stopped, I turned the key off but it didn’t turn the siren off so we sat a while. I finally decided the only thing left to do would be try pushing that dimmer switch again. When I did, slowly the whine started to come down until it was just a long low deep growl and then it quit. I was a wreck, Aunt Allie was so sweet, I knew she never told, it was our secret ~ I would have gotten in really bad trouble with Daddy.
Five Gold Stars for Sandy
For the past three weeks I have been helping a lovely lady from Arlington, Vermont learn to play guitar. She is leaving today and I will miss this time of fun and music with her. She caught on fast. The first day she learned to play ‘Down in the Valley’ (just two chords, G and D) and by yesterday, she could play 12 chords and a dozen songs. We were really rocking the place! She will be back next year, her husband Bob is the champion turkey caller in Vermont and has been here as a turkey hunting guide for Magnum.
I am happy I thought to grab the camera before she left. She never stopped smiling~
This is the fine music studio. There is also a piano, tambourine, recorder flute, and even an oboe in the attic. We just need more people
~Sandy took this page home with her. She will be able to refer to it when she is learning new songs. Now I don’t play an F, it is too hard so I just hummmm that note.
my cousin sent me this prayer today, I want everyone to be as moved as I was, words spoken and thoughts to be embedded in our hearts~
Billy Graham’s Prayer For Our Nation
WHAT’S HAPPENING TO OUR COUNTRY!
‘Heavenly Father, we come before you today to ask your forgiveness and to seek your direction and guidance. We know Your Word says, ‘Woe to those who call evil good,’ but that is exactly what we have done. We have lost our spiritual equilibrium and reversed our values. We have exploited the poor and called it the lottery. We have rewarded laziness and called it welfare. We have killed our unborn and called it choice. We have shot abortionists and called it justifiable… We have neglected to discipline our children and called it building self esteem. We have abused power and called it politics. We have coveted our neighbor’s possessions and called it ambition. We have polluted the air with profanity and pornography and called it freedom of expression. We have ridiculed the time-honored values of our forefathers and called it enlightenment. Search us, Oh God, and know our hearts today; cleanse us from sin and Set us free. Amen!’
With the Lord’s help, may this prayer sweep over our nation and wholeheartedly become our desire so that we once again can be called ‘One nation under God!’
Here is a painting of Debbie with two kid goats.
This is Debbie Pina, she grew up on the farm where we lived. She was one of the sweetest children I ever knew and simply adored by her grandmother Goya. Her mother was a nurse and her daddy worked for the city, her parents were tragically killed in a bus accident a few years ago while on a tour with a group from the First Baptist Church in Eldorado. Debbie lived with her brother Danny and his family after that. She and Danny were often the subjects in my paintings. A farm is a wonderful place for children, always something interesting going on. There was a storm cellar, tractor, barns, two ponies and a goat. We had a tree house, there was the ‘Peacock Club’ in the garage room, and there was a cave in the pasture. (Even after my boys were in college, their friends, several from other countries, came to spend the weekends and savor the country life). Those are sweet memories
Nancy, Tricia and Rita on the beach at Port Aransas
In the summer of 1941 our family went to Port Aransas on vacation. Mother and Daddy fished off the pier while we played in the water. My little three year old sister Nancy was a beautiful child with long honey blond hair, big blue eyes and skin like porcelain, everyone always noticed her. (Now Tricia and I had a zillion freckles, which came from our red headed daddy and not within ten miles of pretty.) One morning on the pier, Mother and Daddy were fishing for tarpon and there were several servicemen fishing with rented poles (it was during the war.) They had a big pile of angel fish they had caught. Of course, they noticed Nancy, she was really eyeing those fish. Then out of the blue, she started singing, never missing a note~
” I’m gonna buy a paper doll that I can call my own
a doll that other fellows cannot steal”
She brought down the house! Lots of clapping and laughing~
They gave her all their fish~
these men were playing wonderful music, and they were good singers
Here is a picture of a Mariachi band in a park in Valles Mexico. We found groups of musicians everywhere we went. They were quite good, sometimes they had only a few players and other times there were six or more. Their instruments were interesting and different and each added it’s own rich unique sound.
this group came from San Antonio for a celebration in honor of Dan
The River Walk in San Antonio is a great place to hear Mariachis, it is festive and the music is beautiful, it is as close as you can get to being in Mexico. My favorite song is ‘Solamente Una Vez’, I have read that it is the the greatest love song ever written. The tune is the same as ‘You Belong to my Heart’. Mariachis really put their hearts into their music, these are ‘Maraichi Maximo’ from San Antonio, they were great~