Gruel… and other family history.

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.

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Coffee…

Some of you may know that my coffee is the first thing I reach for in the morning. That and coffee creamer. This morning was no different until I found that I was OUT of coffee!! Stop the presses and rewind, yep - OUT OF COFFEE! Call the national guard or someone! As I was … Continue reading Coffee…

Real life Tonka Toys

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

Solar Power Update! At the bottom….

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….

Writing

Not sure if I will post this or not. But I just have to write it down. When I was in about 7th or 8th grade I had an English teacher that I thought was really nice. She was a little Irish woman with an accent. Every St. Patrick's Day she would have a big … Continue reading Writing

Spoke vs. Ankle?

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?

Full Growed

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.