Friday, January 15, 2016
Friday’s Hunt v1.3 -- "C"is for ...
1. "C" is for cooking and cookbook. One of our Christmas presents for KP was a cookbook. Not just any cookbook, but a Disney Princess Cookbook. KP loves it and Christmas Day she began planning her breakfast menu. Kp is six.
She consulted with Mrs. Jim who helped KP decide that only one item would be good for a start. It would be Miner's Mini Muffins with Blueberries. And they could cook the next time KP was to come to our house. That was Winter Holliday between Christmas and New Year's Day.
Everything went along without problems until Mrs. Jim decided that she didn't have the frozen blueberries like she was thinking. That all worked out fine though because she had a bag of large chocolate chips. KP found that chocolate chips were on the alternate ingredient. All was fine.
Their mini muffins were really good. We had several with our milk or coffee. The rest of the batch went home with KP. I'm glad they doubled the recipe.
KP is off to a good start in using her cookbook. My order for a nice 'large breakfast' is being considered.
2. Week's Favorite: Wednesday I had a dental appointment to replace a crown that had broken loose. Mrs. Jim and I carpooled, her bridge was before my dentist so I drove her over and kept the car. They played at the home of couple belonging to the Conroe (Texas) Sunday school class we left when we moved to Katy.
3. Inside. Two Nativity sets out for Christmas. Above is a Fisher Price set that we ordered for KP last year before Christmas. This year she had it on the hearth in front of their fireplace.
Just about every time I was to her house she had a different arrangement. This one was after Christmas.
I would recommend you getting one for any of the little ones in your life. You'd be surprised what all they know about the birth of Jesus.
This is the Nativity set we bought in Bethlehem, Israel, in 1980 during our Holy Land visit. It was said to be hand made from olive wood. We get it out for display during every Christmas season but leave the manger, Baby Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, and the Angel out all year. Sometimes a camel and/or other figures also stay.
4. Poem for the week. I wrote it as a tribute to David Bowie who died January 10, this week. For inspiration I listened to and read his song, "Slip Away". It has a sad ending, I got really sad writing it. Also inspiring was remembering when KP, Mrs. Jim, and I did an afternoon paddle boat outing on the lake in Regents' Park, London, U.K.
You can read more on my other blog, Jim's Little Photo and Poem Place, where I first posted it. (blog link)
The fine print: Teresa of Eden Hills is running this meme, Friday's Hunt. She has three alternatives for us to post about but this one, Alphabet series, will be the one I will try to follow and post about. - Her rules are: "Welcome to linkup for Friday’s Hunt. It’s very simple. Anyone can participate. The link opens at 7pm Central time and will close Sunday at 7pm, so you have plenty of time to enter."
- The Mr. Linky address here has others who are participating if you would to read what these folk are doing for the Friday post - For the week of January 15 our assignment was to post on any or all of these ideas: (1) Starts with "C"; (2) Week's Favorite; and (3) Inside; then (4) this one, Poem for the week, is lagniappe.
Wednesday, January 13, 2016
Family Memory Jog, a Rock Pile ~~ Warm Heart Wednesday No. 009
These rocks were brought to Texas from the grove at our farm in Nebraska. Both my sister, Lois, and I, were born in the farmhouse there and lived with our parents until we left home for college. Neither of us would come back except to visit.
Dad collected the rocks out of the fields where he grew corn, oats, clover, and hay. When he would plow, every now and then one would surface. Since the farm had been tilled beginning in the 1840's or 1850's, most of the rocks had already been found and removed. But some still surfaced when Grandpa, and then Dad, begin farming there in the 1920's.
Dad and Mom shared the rock pile on the farm. Every now and then Mom would take a rock away to place where it would look comfortable. Dad moved a whole bunch of them to the coral east of the barn. 'Someday' the rest would come in handy for ... ?
Mrs. Jim and I would move as many of the rocks as would fit in our trunk without loading the car down too much at a time down to Texas when we finished a Nebraska visit. What were left sold at the farm auction in two lots, the pile and those in the coral.
We had most of them in our garage until we moved to Katy (Texas) last August. Son, Tim, loaned us his pickup for things the mover didn't get moved. Right away, since we had this nice bed in the left of our back yard, I hauled them back in our little red wagon.
Mostly when I think of them I think of Dad loading them onto his horse drawn sledge and brining them to the farmyard. Then I get to thinking of Mom. I know she liked the rocks but I'm not sure what for.
What does your rock pile look like?
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The fine print:
Warm Heart Wednesday for the week of January 13. Click here, http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/ , for links of others or for directions to join with a post of your own. There Ms. Jenny is our teacher.