Nope you read it right - Gruel. Watery paste that has little or no taste. Our family history seems to have several versions of food related stories. Let me start with the oldest ones first: Grape Jelly: A delicious concoction made from grape juice and sugar. Or honey. Cheap and with home made bread a … Continue reading Gruel… and other family history.
I just saw a cute post on Facebook. It had a Halloween themed picture of a witch riding a broom. Captioned "Why, yes I can drive a stick!" made me chuckle and of course reminded me of a story. Several years ago my brother Harvey and I decided that we would go to my Aunt … Continue reading Female fools
Friday nights thru the ages (MY ages)!! 20's – who has the best (cheapest!) happy hour? Dancing so good and looking so fine! No better way to spend my time!! 30's – who is hanging out at Dimples (local bar) Friends and drinking what better way to spend my time? 40's – what time is the … Continue reading Old Age…Yep it is here! I thought it would take longer.
Remember when the back yard dirt pile and a vivid imagination was all it took to build an entire city? The little tractor a good push and boom, the road was instantly made. Living on the ranch/farm means taking care of the land. Hard work but it keeps us off the streets! There is a … Continue reading Real life Tonka Toys
I met my friend Anna so long ago I am not sure I could remember a time when we didn't know her. She and her husband lived at the end of the block and managed a small group of apartments there. Her first husband sold my brothers a car. 1950 Ford - three on … Continue reading Anna…
The shadows are long, and the chore list is short(er) than it was this morning. Ok unless you are living in a cave or just not reading my blog you might not know that I am trying to "Grow where I send thee!". So I am trying to be countryfied. This means that a lot … Continue reading Weening Day 1 & 5
All gave some and some gave all.... and some of the ones that gave the most are the ones that are still giving. Veterans in WWI and WWII called it shell shock. Today they call it PTSD. It means they have seen and done things that will never leave them. I have to say that … Continue reading All Gave Some…