I was born in South Dakota. Dad tried hard to make a living as a farmer. I laugh when I hear people say "It must ge great to be a farmer! Work when you want play when you want." You can tell those people have NEVER even seen a straight row of corn. "You can … Continue reading South Dakota
I saw this question posted on Facebook. Yep, I have a story about it!! My class only had about a half dozen stoves in the Home Ec room. So we were set up to be the second group to actually cook. We turned in our grocery list. We had settled on apple fritters. The first … Continue reading What do you remember from Home EC??
I know that fall has always been my favorite time of the year. Weather cools, leaves fall and of course most significant HALLOWEEN!! You get to be someone you have always wanted to be. Ghost, ghoul, movie star or just a kid! No matter what age you are most of us have fairly pleasant memories … Continue reading Grassroots Halloween in Joe’s Colorado
With this capture, he knew not only his days but at this moment even his seconds were numbered. His capture was obviously the work of a nation wide or even a world wide plot. His precious information cast aside in an attempt to cut to the very soul of this conspiracy. They had already torn … Continue reading Ghoulish…The morning after.
Growing up with siblings is a magical experience, in hind sight! When it is happening we all wish were the only child! I grew up with 3 brothers. Two older and one younger. It was odd watching the youngest (Byron) grow up. Yes, he was 9 years younger than I was so his growing up … Continue reading Siblings…
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.
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