• Silver memories…

    Years ago, Bobbie Allen, my precious mother-in-law for 39 years, picked out a special gift for me at Christmas.  It was heavy, beautifully wrapped and waiting for me under the Christmas tree.  It really was very heavy, so I had no idea what it could be.  She and my sweet, gentle father-in-law watched, smiling, as I picked it up and began opening it.  It was a large, wooden box and I was puzzled.  I opened it carefully and gleaming sterling silver filled the box.  Well, technically sterling silverplate, but back then, even silverplate was very expensive.  All the pieces were heavy, beautifully crafted and in a simple pattern I loved.  She knew me well.

    Through the years, that silverware has been used at holidays, special occasions, parties and even for a season, every day.  When Doug and I moved here to our home in Iowa, I found the heavy wooden box and the beautiful pieces inside.

    With the way the light falls, you can’t tell from the photo, but each piece is polished and shining.

    Today I polished each piece with silver polish.  Then I washed the silverware in hot, soapy water, rinsed and dried each piece carefully.  Tomorrow night, this silverware will be used at my fifteen-year-old granddaughter’s special homecoming dinner that she is hosting for her date and two other couples.  All high school students and probably all in the high school band she’s in.  My daughter is preparing one of her special homemade pasta dishes, a salad and french bread.  Eclair cake for dessert.  Sounds delicious!  Yesterday, my daughter, youngest grandson and I went to Hobby Lobby to buy Autumn decorations for the table.  No doubt, it will all be lovely and a memorable occasion.  Somehow, I think Bobbie Allen would have loved it…

  • The Rainbow Bridge…

    If you haven’t noticed, there’s a “page” on the righthand sidebar for almost each of my grand-animals.  I still have a few others to write. 

    Sadly, I had to update Kiana’s page today.

    Update: October 1, 2019
    Today is a sad day. Eleven year old Kiana crossed the Rainbow Bridge. She had developed tumors which were making life progressively hard for her. The last few days, it became clear that the difficult decision had to be made. Kiana wasn’t just a pet. She was part of the family and the grandkids’ growing up years. She traveled back and forth to Kentucky when the family went to visit her dad’s parents. She loved their farm.

    When Kiana was old enough (about age two), she began running with my daughter. I always felt better when Kiana was there with her. A Hungarian Vizla, Kiana was fast! As I’ve mentioned before, she understood words, especially the words “bird” or “rabbit”! Her ears would immediately perk up and she would go to the glass doors.  Over the last eleven years, there were several times that I stayed with her – later, Doug and I stayed with her – while the family traveled.  Always close by my side, I loved my time with her. I loved Kiana and I think she loved me too. She knew I was her grandmom as well.  The tears come easy today. For all of us. Rest in peace, Kiana.  I love you.

     

     

     

     

     

  • Apple time…

    My daughter and her family live just around the corner from us.  We love that!  They have six acres, a big old barn, a chicken house with chickens and turkeys and an apple orchard – with 50+ apple trees!  It’s apple time and we’re loving it.  I helped her peel apples a couple of weeks ago.  We talked and watched a film while we peeled and sliced enough apples for ten quarts of canned apples!  She makes the most delicious fried apples, just like Cracker Barrel’s.  Ten quarts are just a drop in the bucket compared to what they will need this winter, so there’s lots more peeling to do.

    Today, I’m peeling apples for us while Doug helps Christy mow their six acres.  It’s so cute to see him driving off on his mower to go help, wearing his much loved Tilley hat.  They get it done in less time together.

    Doug picked one five gallon bucket of apples for me and I will probably need one more to complete 12 pints of homemade apple butter!  My goal is to create apple butter that comes close to the wonderful apple butter at the Nashville House in Nashville, Indiana.  Unfortunately, I just read that they closed after 91 years!  I’ll post some pics of the process and the finished product later.  Hopefully, it will be good enough to share!

     

    It may be a few days before we peel and start the process all over again but, right now, we just took the last batch out of the sterilizing water bath.  A total of only ELEVEN pints of apple butter but it’s so good! So a gift of homemade canned goods is a gift of time and love!  Jar #12 was only about 2/3 full so we’re keeping that out to enjoy now.  We chose to make this apple butter just a little chunky and I like it!

     

  • Birthday blessings…

    Today is my birthday.  I was born in a small town in the Delta of Mississippi, the youngest of four daughters.  When you get to be THIS old, you become a little nostalgic about your life:  your family…what you’ve accomplished – or didn’t accomplish – and whether or not you should just toss the proverbial bucket list.  I’m blessed.  I know that beyond a shadow of a doubt.  I have a wonderful husband, amazing children and grandchildren.  I have precious family and friends scattered throughout the states.

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    aptWe are happily settled in our apartment in the Chicago neighborhood of Ravenswood.  My youngest son and his family is a short 3 block walk away from our apartment.  Tonight, we will be there for my birthday dinner.  Quaint shops – and a Starbucks – are just a short walk away.  Thanksgiving dinner was here in our small apartment- all eight of us.  Doug and I cooked the ham, turkey and cranberry salad and everyone else brought the sides.  My three and five year old granddaughters decided they would rather be at the “grown-up’s table”.  We moved them there and everything was perfect.

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    Doug’s ninety-seven year old mom went home to be with the Lord on October 10th.  It was a beautiful service in the Lutheran church where Doug grew up.  She would have loved the amazing blanket of Autumn flowers – accented with yellow roses – that covered the casket.  We miss her.

    sch_noitems_leafI’m in the process of taking photos of our small apartment and will be sharing them soon.  In the meantime, we are enjoying our time with our family here before we head back to Iowa for a few weeks.

  • Joyful whirlwind…

    While my goal is to post faithfully to Sweet Journey Home, life has certainly been a joyful whirlwind these past few months with very little time on the computer.

    Late May, my firstborn grandchild graduated from high school.  As we watched him march into the large auditorium with his class, I realized – once again – that time marches on as well.  Early summer, we traveled to Chicago where we had a wonderful time with our sons and their families.  In July, we enjoyed having my precious granddaughter Sarah here for ten days and then the three of us traveled to Wyoming where we met my oldest son and his family in the Grand Tetons.  (Except for my sixteen-year-old granddaughter Noelle who spent the summer in Peru working in an orphanage and the medical clinic that my son started there!)  We all spent some fun time in Jackson Hole, Wyoming, where Doug enjoying mountain biking with my son and his family.  Unfortunately, he hasn’t had quite as much experience as they have coming down the mountains.  Halfway down the trails in the mountain bike park, Doug fell and broke three ribs!  Needless to say, that put a damper on our trip and ended his mountain biking career!  Early September, we returned to Chicago to celebrate birthdays for my now three and five year old granddaughters.

    Our nimg_6549-1ewest adventure???  We have leased an apartment in the neat little neighborhood of Ravenswood in Chicago!!!  We will spend at least half-time there and half-time in Iowa until we’re just too old to travel and that should be a long time since the Mega Bus is always an option!  We will actually be able to WALK a few short blocks to see these two precious granddaughters in the photos!  With two sons and their families in Chicago, we think this is an awesome idea and we are so excited about it!  Our new apartment is on a tree-lined street and in what is rated as “a walker’s paradise” – which simply means we will be a short walking distance to the train, Starbucks, many quaint little stores and restaurants.   The apartment is in a vintage, gated U-shaped set of buildings that were built in the 1930’s I believe.  We’ve purchased a few antiques for the apartment in keeping with the vintage theme.  The buildings and lawn are well kept with trees and flowers.  It’s just down the street from the mayor’s house so, hopefully, that’s a good thing.  There is so much to see and do in Chicago – including a host of museums we’ve yet to visit.   Most importantly, there will be more time with our big family in Chicago and we are thrilled about that!

    I will be sharing our Chicago adventures and a lot of pictures on a brand new blog (not yet underway) at:  http://www.homesweethomechicago.net

  • Time…

    I’ve always been fascinated with “time”.  It’s a simple concept really.  The world turns…the hands of the clock go round and round…and time passes.  The movement of time seemingly at a snail’s pace when you’re young and then on the wings of an eagle as time literally flies by as one gets older.  All of a sudden – or so it seems – you’re a grandmother.  You wonder where in the world all that time actually went.  And suddenly you realize there are only so many decades left on this earth…God willing.

    A few weeks ago, I “babysat” my two oldest grandchildren while their dad was at one of the “March Madness” games in Ohio and their mom and younger siblings were at a swim meet in Minneapolis.  A fifteen year old and a seventeen year old just aren’t interested in sitting on bleachers all day and so I was recruited.

    We had a good weekend with a lot of laughter and fun activities.  I had just had my cataract surgery a week before and couldn’t see well enough to drive yet.  And so my seventeen year old grandson chauffeured us wherever we wanted to go.

    On Sunday morning, I climb into the back seat (my idea) and my two firstborn grandchildren sit in the front seat on our way to church.  Just then, I have a flashback:  it is January, 17 years earlier.  I’m in Indiana and it is snowing like crazy.  My daughter is in labor two hours away.  Nothing could have stopped her dad and me from making that journey of course – certainly not a snowstorm or icy, treacherous roads.  Twenty-four hours of labor later on my precious daughter’s part and they are first-time parents.  And I am, at last, a grandmother.

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    From the back seat, I observe my seventeen-year-old grandson driving safely.  He and his sister are laughing, chatting about something.  I pick up my cell phone and call my daughter at the swim meet.  I want to check on my granddaughter’s progress in the meet and share the following amazing thought.  When she answers, I say, “you know, I remember the day he was born and here he is seventeen years later driving his grandmother to church!  What happened to all that time?!”

    Tomorrow night is Junior-Senior Prom night.  My grandson and his date and another young couple are having dinner at my daughter’s house.  My daughter volunteered to prepare one of her delicious pasta dishes (with homemade pasta) and homemade rosemary bread.  I’ve had them both and they’re delicious!  I volunteered to make a large tossed green salad and a chocolate éclair cake for dessert.  We’ll get dinner all ready with tablecloth and cloth napkins…and then disappear upstairs…after we take a few pictures of course.

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    Another milestone…another track in time. 

    If you’re curious about the number of times I’ve written about the idea of  TIME, go to my earlier blog My Southern Heart and type the word TIME in the blog search bar!