Wednesday, January 27, 2010

A peek into the past

Monday, September 12, 1960 - Closed - Hurricane

Rent July 1962, $35.00

These items belonged to my Grandmother... she had a little sub shop called Irene's Variety... There are 4 ledger books... that span from 1959 to 1965. They are filled with little receipts and notes, employee wages, taxes, rent and even a newspaper clipping telling of the store being broken into. I'm told that it was popular spot for kids as she sold penny candy and soda as well as subs. I never saw it of course; it was before my time and the building it was in is long gone now. I love things like this... It's like a glimpse back into a world I didn't get to see.

Jan. 20 Blizzard - closed 1961
I bought myself a very similar ledger book.... yes, a little premature - but that's what we do around here, put the cart before the horse... and then pull the horse. So silly maybe... but I'm ready for the day when I sell something ... and when i do, I will note it in my book; just like my book keeping Grandmother did before me.
Saturday January 27, 1962
Rolls 4.68
A & P 3.78
P Lavton 1.88
Bread 5.14
$ 15.48 Sales $ 41.59

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Awesome Art by Eve !




These amazing drawings are done by Eve, my delightful and talented friend in the Netherlands!


On the right is Luke the Boxer; my much missed handsome, little sugar plum....

And on the left is Miss Ava and Marley Munchkin.... the two most beautiful St Bernards I know!

Both drawings will have a place of honor in our home... A Big Hug and MUCH thanks to a great friend!

Monday, January 25, 2010

The makings of a good country song.



A storm coming.... I love that color sky; blueish gray against green trees, and the smell of rain in the air...

Our good ole 1976 baby blue Ford... "Uncle Jesse"... Husband on the hood, and my Luke behind the steering wheel - on what was once an old rail road trestle, high above the Piscataquis River right near the middle of no where Maine....

A moment, frozen in time - Priceless.

Sunday, January 24, 2010

Miss Fiona McCheese






We don't remember days....

we remember moments.



That's Miss Fiona... she was a trouper on our "camping trips"... thru cold, angry deer and being rolled over in her cage in the middle of the night... never a squeak. A good romp in her Mum's boots made it all worth while. Makes you smile, don't it?

Stay tuned in the days ahead for more "precious moments"... and favorite pictures... and some fabulous art work created by a great friend...

But not today.... the snuffles are getting the better of this Bloggette, and i think there's a cup of steaming hot tea with my name on it.... My one good thing today is, It's Sunday - and I'm HOME. :)

Sunday, January 17, 2010

Horses...


<-- That's me on Jazz


Yesterday was just to beautiful of a winters day to stay inside and craft! (That sounds strange huh?)
So instead, I cleaned the outdoor animals cages, that finally thawed out for a moment in the 40 degree sunshine.... and then we decided to go and visit our awesome pet sitter. We arrived just as she was going out to her back yard to work with her horses. We ended up all taking turns riding "Jazz" around her back yard! I had never been a horse with out a saddle before - what a great thing to feel the warmth of a big fuzzy horse, you can feel them breath without the saddle between you. (sometimes days dreams come true....)

The visit ended with a steaming cup of Chai tea.... and me smiling all over. (except when i learned that the pups had eaten the 4th set of knobs off the radio in the van, while we were gone. GGGrrrrrr. )
That's Muddy -->

Thursday, January 14, 2010

Ladies and Jellyspoons


Ladies and Jelly Spoons

author unknown


Ladies and jelly spoons,

I come before you, to stand behind you, to tell you something i know nothing about.

Next Thursday, the day after Friday - there will be a ladies meeting for men only.

Wear your best clothes if you haven't any, and if you can come please stay home.

Admission is free, you can pay at the door,

We'll give you a seat, so you can sit on the floor.


Hmmmm your thinking that's an odd one... what do i say about that exactly. Well fear not my few and dutiful readers.... I shall explain.


Firstly, i learned the poem as a young ankle biter... from my mother? Or maybe it was at school. Either way, it's been in my head ever since (it's very crowed at this point, so this blog can catch some of the overflow.)


Secondly, it always reminds me of Charlie.


Who's that?


Well, my Mum and I lived with him thru many years of my annoying, bratty little blond headed youth. He was her friend since way back when... (he was old enough to be a Grandfather to me...) and we all needed a place to live... so we joined forces! Probably a decision he would come to question MANY times in the years to come... But moving on. ....

So there I am at the kitchen table, breakfast is upon us and i reach with my tiny little kid hand for the jelly. Mmmm concord grape, my favorite. Toast laying warm and delightful on my plate... I take a knife and dig into the jar for some jelly. Charlie, eyes wide yelled, "What ARE YOU DOING???" - "Huh?" I squeaked. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO THE JELLY????" - "You can't HACK at it with a knife, you have to use a spoon!!! - You'll chop it all up into liquid, do want to drink the jelly????"

Needless to say I was startled, knife clutched in my quivering hand... once i survey the situation I said, "But i don't want big gobs of jelly on my toast... i only like a little, I'll get to much if I use spoon." He was unimpressed with my explanation and reasoning, and the state of the jelly.

I'd like to say I learned my lesson.... that I never hack at the jelly anymore... and I listened to my elder.... and he was so very wise and I owe him a debt of gratitude for mending my jelly abusing ways....

But I don't want to tell a lie.

I use a knife to this day, slightest little glint in my eye, as i hold the knife up towards the heavens and smirk ; pouring my jelly onto my toast - delighted with myself.


* as a footnote I should say that I liked Charlie a lot... we fought a lot over the years, not only because of jelly, but also because i was a kid, and talked too loud... and had noisy friends.... But at the end of they day, I'm glad i had the chance to grow up with him, and he play an awesome guitar!

To Chuck, I raise my jelly spoon to you, but I'm still gonna use the knife. :)

Tuesday, January 12, 2010



Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village, though.

He will not see me stopping here to watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer to stop without a farmhouse near...

Between the woods and frozen lake the darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake to ask if there is some mistake.

The only other sound's the sweep of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep; but I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep, and miles to go before I sleep.


Robert Frost