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
Wow, facebook seems to be agog for the football season. I will stand for the flag when ever it is presented that is my privilege earned by many many brave men and women. I think that they are little confused between rights and consequences. They have the right to do what they are doing … Continue reading Rights vs Consequences
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
Well, once more I sit down and take pen in hand. Well, how about keyboard on lap? What ever I have new things to write about! The ranch is getting a face lift. How about an up grade? Well, anyway something is going down out here! What is it I can hear you ask. (NO, … Continue reading Solar Power Update! At the bottom….
Yet another story from my klutzy childhood. It is amazing to me now that I made it out of childhood alive!! and guess what this one doesn't even have my BROTHERS to blame it on! We lived on a street with a big hill. One summer day the girls down the street were riding their … Continue reading Spoke vs. Ankle?
Various people have various opinions on what "full growed" means. In cultures that have Quinceanera it is when your daughter turns 15 she is a woman . 16 means drivers license, 18 means voting, 21 means drinking. From there you have all the big 0's. You know 30, 40, 50 and as I have recently discovered 60!! One of the markers in my Dad's mind was drinking coffee...black coffee! So by that means of measure I am still in puberty! I drink what I like to call my ranchers coffee. Enough sugar to choke a horse and enough milk to drain a cow.