Wednesday, November 18, 2015

A Time To...

To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted; A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing; A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away; A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak; A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace. ~Ecclesiastes 3:1-8

This is the passage of scripture that has comforted me in recent days. We seem to be hovering on the brink of a larger war. (We have been at war for some time now and will likely continue as long as terrorists wish to take over the world.)  And so we pray. Prayer is not inconsequential as so many have suggested. Rather it is right near the top of the list of best things to do... right after faith and belief in an Almighty God. After all, one does not come to God without believing that He is.


Currently, in my personal life, I'm in the A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away stage. I'd be interested to know where you are with regard to these verses. 

Do you remember seeing *this Thanksgiving table* setting in Country Living a few years ago?
(I redirected link to the pin as the other link was not working very well.)
 I am quite sure that I used it as part of a November header once upon a year. After working with the family photos (boxes and boxes) and getting them organized by family surname and putting the same people together and labeling them as well as I could, including their relationship to one another and to my son and daughter who will take over the curating of them one day, I wanted to do more than stick them back in a box and tuck them under a bed.  So I had the photos; I had the space (not on the table however); I had a vintage suitcase. Here is my interpretation...

~a suitcase full of memories~

If there is a theme it surrounds the bride below as all the people in the box are parts of her life.

~Maternal grandparents~

~in color~

Please forgive my hand (above my mother's head). The reflections near the large window and with all that glass in the frames were a challenge.


The lost was found this week when I opened a box to find my great-grandmother's handpainted poppy jardinière. Sadly it is broken in half and the ruffled edge is no longer attached. One naughty...oh so terribly naughty...kitty is responsible for this. Since he has long gone to that happy catnip patch in the sky, I decided not to blow a gasket all over again. The turkey on the china cabinet is the proud recipient of the added plumage and I think he looks mighty handsome and proud.

In other news, I have been writing lists lest I forget anything for Thanksgiving. I must make the next to the last grocery run today.  I am falling behind having been sidetracked by the family treasures. I have asked my sister to hold off as I can not keep up. After all, there's cleaning yet to be done, then the baking. I did make my own broth and stock Monday. It's in the freezer keeping the turkey company. I hope to also make the mashed potatoes and stuffing ahead. Anyone have any experience with that? One would think that I would know more about Thanksgiving meal preparations at my age. It is only in the last several years that I have taken on the task and only every other year at that. I think I need another crockpot. 


And I must refrain from visiting blogs and Pinterest or I shall never come in for a landing. I just read *Susan Branch's grandmother's recipe for stuffing/dressing* last night and am now trying to imagine where I can set three loaves of bread to dry for three days and if I can handle very hot water on my hands. 


Hope to find my way back to Blogdom before Thanksgiving; just in case I do not, I'll go ahead and wish all my fellow countrymen a blessed holiday!

Thank you very much for visiting me today in the midst of the busyness and the sadness, too. Let us lift one another to The Father and remember to be grateful for this good life, our friends, our families, and each other. 

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Thursday, November 12, 2015

Selfie Overload

Baby Me

Bigger Baby Me

Grade School K – grade 9

(My favorites? Kindergarten, grade 2, and grade 9)

Yes, I wrote on this board. I think it used to have one of those fancy frames like below. My cousin told me about asking a family member to please write on her pictures so that, in the future, people wouldn't have to guess about person, time, and place.

At his next visit, the relative was  happy to report that she had followed his advice. So he picked up a photo from the top of the pile and found written on the back "Taken last summer." ☺ I have labeled my entire life in a nutshell on the back of this. Do you label your photos?

High School

Oh yuck! Least favorite photos...

High School senior pic

↑Do I look a little green to you?


Highly pixelated as I lifted this from the yearbook. I am not going to go looking for it buried in some box or other under a bed. The others came to me quite handily in a box Monday evening.

My Kids

The Gallery Wall

The work continues!

Then I thought wouldn't it be torture fun to compare with a photo from today. You'll be shocked. I took three selfies this fine morning.

In a word or three, I feel old, tired, and pruney. One is allowed, I suppose, having reached my age.

Still, a smile is probably my best "beauty aid" at this point in my life. That and a haircut. I'm begging my hairdresser to fit me in to his busy schedule tomorrow.

Thank you for reading/looking today. My apologies for a slow day around here...

Have a blessed weekend!

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Tuesday, November 10, 2015

Carrot Fudge

Oh my. Another load arrived from the homestead just last evening when I thought that all I had to do was finish up the dishes. So I have been knee deep in photos, pictures, newspaper clippings, old letters, Shirley Temple dolls (two of them), and receipts all over again. 


I now know that my father was the last of the big time spenders paying $150 for my mother's engagement ring and nearly three thousand dollars for the only new car he ever owned. Both purchases were made way back in 1953. They have now been filed in a folder labeled: Reviewed November 10, 2015 "Save for Fun." Yup, hope that somebody has a blast with it. Ha!


Every now and then one finds a little treasure as  with this newspaper clipping from The Boston Sunday Post on March 23, 1919. At first, I thought I was visiting a Downton Abbey moment.

I love that blue outfit!

On the flip side, I found this...the real reason for the clipping.

Aha! The Candy Kitchen! I come from a long line of candy lovers now let me tell you. I am supposing that my great-grandmother or even her mother cut this out. Most likely, her mother (Alice) did as she lived in Gloucester, Massachusetts and would have access to the Boston paper. Perhaps Alice tucked it in one of her letters to her daughter who had married a Canadian and was living in Moncton, New Brunswick. I'm just making it up, but it could be! There certainly are enough letters between the households.

If you look closely, you can find the recipe for Carrot Fudge. Since this must surely be in the public domain by now, I'll just type the recipe for your gastronomic pleasure.

Put one cup each of corn syrup, grated carrots, milk, and lightest brown sugar into a deep saucepan. Add 2 tablespoons of butter and the flavoring you like best. Cook carefully with an asbestos mat next to the flame until a little of the candy hardens in cold water. Pour into buttered plates and cut into squares. This fudge may have cocoa or chocolate added 
and may be beaten until cold with an 
egg beater, when it cannot be told from 
ordinary fudge. < insert big grin > 

recipe submitted by Mrs. Margaret Mathewson, Handy Street, Providence, R.I.

Yes, well, thank you, Margaret!

And I already have the asbestos mat. Should I get rid of it? 


Spoiler Alert... just wanted to post this happy photo. Can't wait for Downton Abbey to arrive in the U.S.

Goodness, posting back to back has worn me out. See you Friday, Lord willing. Have a great week and God bless Veterans!

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Monday, November 9, 2015

Grandma's Attic

Are you a Shabby Chic gal or a Farmhouse Style one? How about Arts and Crafts? Coastal? Contemporary? Prim? There are so many styles. I'd be interested to know how you label yours. You may have guessed that I label mine Grandma's Attic.

~from certificates to photographs to the bathroom sink~

Clockwise beginning in upper right corner with my mother's Steiff Teddybear, great-grandfather's journals, travel case, paintings and my son as a toddler, old photo albums, my son again and embroidery floss, my dollhouse furniture, sewing notions, Great-great-grandmother Alice,  Great-great grandmother Serepta's certificate, Great-grandfather Fred's journal entries, beautiful old canning jars

I've been thinking a lot about this now that I am receiving an influx of items from "the attic." I really pondered what to do with it all. I have even said that I would go through it and *gasp* burn a lot of it — the letters, photos, family things that one hopes not to have wind up in a flea market. 

Then I decided that I would embrace it. Yes, embrace it. Embrace whatever the rest of 
the family didn't want. 
I, the self-appointed family historian and keeper of the stuff.

It didn't seem very "embracing" to stuff it all in boxes and stick it under a bed either. And how does one embrace it when there's no extra money for paint or to build another closet? So this is what I have done. I recommend it to no one else. I can hear the giggles already. *chortle* snicker *tee-hee*

See if you can tell where some of the collage things landed.

Oops. This is what I did last week...layered a wedding gift water color from 1931 over the handpainted tray. It was done by Moncton, New Brunswick artist C.K. Cowan. He was apparently smitten with the English countryside.

Getting back to the program...

I decided to work on the stairwell wall...

This is my view from my PC. I am looking at it right now. The good news is that I am the only one who sees this view...and you, of course. (Does that bill holder seem excessively full? Do those antique hinges look odd?)

The poinsettias are in a beautiful white jardiniere...I will take another photo in the daylight and pop it in as it is so pretty with the flowers. And, yes, I am mighty pleased to get a head start on Christmas decorating.

(I didn't wait for daylight...forgive strange lighting.)

This stairwell is where I store artwork until its proper season. It works well for that. Now I've decided to load it up with lots of things from old hinges to handles and even postcards and small photos. If there was a nail hole, I filled it with whatever I could find. In this case, mostly leaves.

As you can see, I have plenty more room to add more. I may have been hanging around my friend Linda too long or perhaps not long enough. *She recently wallpapered and when she was finished there was no wallpaper in sight.* I loved that!

So I'm working on it. One box of old photos at a time... 

Thanks for stopping by today. Don't forget to tell me what your style is called or what you call your style. ☺
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