BLACK PANTHERS IN MISSOURI

A Story told to me by my mother: 

It is so very cold today.  I wish I had a warmer coat.  I know the times are difficult, I hear that from my aunt every day.  I am supposed to be grateful they took me in.  I am supposed to be grateful I have a dress to wear.  I am to be grateful they let me eat whatever they don’t eat. 

 

I don’t want to cry, the tears running down my face will make my cheeks red and raw.  I will feel colder.  I wish the wind would not blow so hard.  I’m so glad I tied the dish cloth around my head like a scarf.  Aunt Irene will be so angry with me when she finds I took it.     The grass sounds like Rice Crispies when I step on it.  I wish I could have some Rice Crispies.  There wasn’t any food left this morning after they ate.

 

I smell snow in the air, I wonder if it will snow today.  I hope it waits till I get back to my aunt’s house.  It’s only two miles home but my toes will be so cold, they will burn when I take my shoes off.  I won’t be able to take the short cut through the woods if it snows. 

 

I can’t wait for spring, if it were spring, I would smell the grass growing, when I walked, the ground would make squishy noises from the rain during the night.  I would be finding the best stuff to munch on.  Violets are so delicious.  The flowers taste like little peppered bites and the leaves are the best salad I could ever want.   They don’t require cooking to eat.  Sometimes there is even a mushroom or two.  I shouldn’t think about eating, it will only make me hungrier.

 

Oh, hello, I am scared.  You are so beautiful.  I want to reach out and touch you.  Are you as hungry as I am?  Please, let me go to school, I am getting very cold standing here. 

 

Did you know you are very smelly, very shiny, and very big.  If you don’t eat me I will tell everyone about you.  I really need to go, I am going to be late for school.

 

Thank you, I will tell everyone not to hurt you, that you did not hurt me.

 

This is as it was told to me by my mother of her encounter with a black panther on her walk to school through the swamp in the back woods of southeast Missouri.

The year was 1932.  She had been taken by her aunt when she was three years old because they thought her mother was incapable of taking care of her.  Her mother had nine children.  She was the baby.  Her mom had been struck in the head with a baseball bat while she was milking their goat.  I was told they never found the person who did it.   She had a brain injury which left her with the mentality of a Twelve-year-old. 

 

Her children were “farmed” out.  One eight year old daughter ran away taking her six year old sister and five year old brother.  They lived in the woods, in a hunter’s shack for two years.  She fed and clothed them and took them to school every day.  Each Child has their own story of loss and depravation.   

 

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Organic methods we use, some cooking and some poetry,

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an intro to baking for kids. 

THE ART OF LOVING

 

                                                          The Art of love. 

Growing up, for me, was an experience of love and hate.  I loved the mornings and hated what the rest of the day might bring.  Each day I knew there would be a breakfast which no restaurant could produce.  Did you know fixing breakfast is an art.

 

The arrival of cold cereals put breakfast on the back burner.  It seems people began taking the easy way out.  It sped things up.  Moms were convinced the kids were getting their proteins and calcium in cereal.   Only grapenuts, shredded wheat (not the sugary little things) and raisin bran made the scene at our house.  Then, it was for times when Mom had to get all six of us, herself, and dad out the door at the same time. 

 

A weekday breakfast at our house always had Juice, usually orange.  Some days, to our delight we had grapefruit.  Each grapefruit halve was already segmented so you could dip your spoon in and grab a succulent piece.  Mom had already sprinkled a teaspoon of sugar on the top.  You could see the crystals glistening.   There was a method to this because it prevented us from adding more sugar.

 

The “Fruit” of choice of the day was followed by an egg, 1 slice of bacon and one piece of toast.  There was usually strawberry Jam or grape Jelly for the toast.   (No matter how much you wanted it you didn’t ask for a second egg.)   On Days we didn’t have eggs in some form it was usually a cooked cereal.  All of us loved Cream of rice.   I don’t remember having rice very much.  If we did, it was usually Mom’s version of Spanish rice and it was served at dinner.

 

The best breakfasts were on the weekends.  We never knew if dad would be helping with the cooking.  If he did, it was making pancakes.  He loved to make and eat pancakes. 

 

Mom went all out on the weekends.  Sometimes we had fried potatoes with onions along with our Bacon and eggs.  We always knew if dad was going to be at breakfast there would be grapefruit for sure.  Sometimes on the weekend Mom would make French Toast.  This was another time we always wanted to have more but there was a limit of two slices.

 

This is not about the art of cooking; in our house it was the art of love.  No matter how mom felt, no matter how tired she may have been from staying up making our costumes for Halloween, we always woke up to the smell of coffee perking, knowing it was that time to get up, dress, and come to breakfast.  

 

The table was already set with tablecloth and napkins and what ever dish ware would be needed.  No one had to wait, the food magically appeared.  No one worried that someone got more than another, everything, each plate was masterfully the same.  The Plates were always preheated, so the food wouldn’t get cold on the way to the table. 

 

Years later when I visited, I watched her magically prepare the mornings repast.  She didn’t have to do it, we were grown and could get it for her, she took and gave happiness in the giving. 

 For Seventy years, rarely a day missed, she fixed breakfast for our dad. 

Through an everyday act of living, she made it into an Art of loving. 

Today April 11, 2022, would have been their Seventy-eight wedding anniversary.

 

http://pitbulladog.blogspot.com/

Chronicling our adventures with a dumped Pit Bull Pup 

who has become a hidden treasure.

http://gloriouscreations.blogspot.com

A blog mostly about quilting,
cooking, poetry, prose and a little gardening,
 Tutorial on how to make 5 panel Boxer Shorts.
 Check out "A MYSTERY IN THE MAKING"
A mystery quilt designed with the novice in mind. 

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blogs about the wildflowers on our farm

Organic methods we use, some cooking and some poetry,

blogs about Seed sprouting, insects, and garden pictures

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an intro to baking for kids. 

CHRISTMAS GIFT GIVING 2021

I  have seen many responses of what people received for Christmas.  Steve and I usually buy something for the kitchen.  This year we didn’t.  In fact, we didn’t get anything for us for the holiday season.  Why? There was no reason.  With writing out medical checks and roofing checks and new guttering checks.  It seemed we had already given enough. 

 

This morning I couldn’t sleep and got up at 3 AM to process the 10 lbs. of Chicken I had cooked the night before (it had cooled to the point it could be handled).   We cook for our barn cats.  Yes, they get regular cat food, but we top dress it on the cold mornings to give them a special treat for catching all those mice who come into the barn.  They are also good in the summer to keep the snakes out of the barn.

 

I am getting off the subject though.  The topic I was going to write about was gift giving.  Not just for Christmas but for any time.

 

This week I had picked up a freebie from the marketplace on Facebook.  A lady had bought some freezer bags for her vacuum sealer. They ended up not what she wanted.  She put them up for free.  They were exactly what I needed, but alas another person got there first.  NOT!  They never picked up.  She wrote me and said they are on the porch.  This is Friday the day before Christmas.   It was great I was going to be the recipient.  I didn’t know anything thing about the lady, but I had Steve take a copy of one of my children’s books too her as a Thank you.  I figured if she didn’t need it, she would have a friend with a little one.

 

She wrote me the nicest thank you note on messenger.  She had 3 little grands under 3.  She said the 3-year-old will love it.  I thought, gee it was so simple, she sounded like it meant so much to her.

 

Back to the chicken.  While I am processing the chicken, I am using a Colander.  It is plastic, and it collapses (folds up).  I received it for a Christmas Gift from my SIL.  You’ll say, “Strange gift for Christmas”  I’ll answer, “Every time I use it I think of her”.  In fact when I see it not taking up space in the cabinet, I think of her.  A very meaningful and helpful gift.  It is not something I would have bought myself, because I have other colanders.  I love it.

 

Another gift I received for my birthday was from my son.  It was a box of 30 Elmer’s kids glue sticks.   I squealed when I saw it.  He had heard me cursing because I was always out of glue sticks when I needed them.  Every time I open the box to retrieve one, I smile and think of him.

 

My daughter, years ago bought me a gift, which keeps on giving, for Chanukah.  She went to Williams Sonoma.  Admittedly she could have bought me knock-offs and I would have been just as thrilled.  She purchased  several sizes in each color; orange, yellow, green.  They were silicon spatulas (they year they first came out). I am using them still.  I use them to bake every gift which goes out the door.  They are used to cook her dad’s favorite chocolate ice box pie.  I don’t know what I would do in the kitchen without them.  Every time I use them, I think of her.  I would have never bought them myself.

 

A gift doesn’t have to be extravagant; it literally is the thought that counts.  Thinking of the person when you are picking a gift and choosing something especially for them, is what is important. 

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Chronicling our adventures with a dumped Pit Bull Pup 

who has become a hidden treasure.

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A blog mostly about quilting,
cooking, poetry, prose and a little gardening,
 Tutorial on how to make 5 panel Boxer Shorts.
 Check out "A MYSTERY IN THE MAKING"
A mystery quilt designed with the novice in mind. 

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blogs about the wildflowers on our farm

Organic methods we use, some cooking and some poetry,

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an intro to baking for kids.

REFLECTIONS, MOTHER'S AND FATHER'S DAY

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It  has been over a year since I have written in this blog.  Life happened.  A year ago I lost my father.    Four years ago in the same month I lost my Mother.  They would have been married Seventy years if she had lived nine days longer.  

Today I was working on downsizing my collected "Stuff".  I opened a box of papers intending to throw most of them away.  On the top were three papers.  I went to the computer and found they were not in the word files.  I needed to type them in.   While putting them down for posterity, I thought these might be pertinent for others, at least a variation of the text.  

I miss my parents even though I was separated by distance for over fifty years.   I miss being able to call and tell them about the day's discoveries, or the up coming adventures.  I miss hearing about their future plans and the adventures they were still having.

Father’s Day

_{Every day is Father’s Day.  You don’t get holidays off.  You are always on the job.  From the moment your first born is conceived you are a father.  In that moment of time you became a counselor, instructor, religious director, personal shopper, medic, travel agent, party planner, dentist(remember all those baby teeth), college director, marriage counselor, financial planner, and last but not least rescuer.  I am sure there are many hats you have worn.  Your job description is constantly changing.}

_{You have six children, who are now grown with children of their own.  Your Job has taken new directions.  You were not given the privilege of auditioning for these roles.  They were thrust in your lap.  You were given another set of hats to wear.}

_{You are a father, grandfather, great grandfather, each requiring full attention and dedication.  Each with new hats and none you were able to try on first to see if they would fit.} 

_{You have been adlibing, winging it, doing your very best for sixty-one years.  On this day, dedicate to fathers all over the world, I want to tell you, you have done an awesome job.}

_{You are a supreme Haberdasher!}

_{With love,}

_{Your first born.}

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_{To Mom on Father’s Day}

_{Father’s can’t be father’s unless there is a mom.  You are there making the house he built into a home for the children he has given you.  You are there helping him to feed, clothe and plan the future of the family.  Sharing every moment and every decision.}

_{You are a gourmet cook, a seamstress, a maid, a medicine woman, an organizer, a librarian, an interior decorator, a human resource director, a teacher, a children’s activities director, an educational planner, a chauffeur, there have been too many jobs you have had to hold to list them all.}

_{You are worth your weight in gold.  Every haberdasher needs a loyal dedicated partner.}

_{With love,}

_{From a recipient of superb partners}

_{From a Daughter on Father’s Day}

_{I am sixty years old,}

_{A little girl I see,}

_{No matter how old I am,}

_{My dad you’ll always be.}

_{I remember many things,}

_{When I was two you rescued me,}

_{From the fall on the furnace grate,}

_{Which was as hot as hot can be.}

_{Do you remember a morning car ride,}

_{In the rain, to my elementary school,}

_{I was leaning against the car door,}

_{It swung open; I fell out like a fool.}

_{Later, in that same year,}

_{Some discipline you thought I did need,}

_{My head, by accident, the sink did bump,}

_{Split right open, went for stitches indeed.}

_{My first formal dance,}

_{When I was just thirteen,}

_{A dress from the Purple Shop,}

_{You made me feel like a queen.}

_{You smiled and had the camera there,}

_{The dress was blue and had no straps,}

_{You looked lovingly at mom,}

_{Saying, “She’s growing up perhaps.”}

_{Many times, many places,}

_{With Mom at your side,}

_{Many memories, through the years,}

_{Together you have cried.}

_{Tears of happiness and joy,}

                                         Tears of sadness and need,                                        

_{There have been many tears,}

_{Because you planted one tiny seed.}

I love you

Other blog sites by me:

http://pitbulladog.blogspot.com/

Chronicling our adventures with a dumped Pit Bull Pup 

who has become a hidden treasure.

http://gloriouscreations.blogspot.com

A blog mostly about quilting,
cooking, poetry, prose and a little gardening,
 Tutorial on how to make 5 panel Boxer Shorts.
 Check out "A MYSTERY IN THE MAKING"
A mystery quilt designed with the novice in mind. 

http://gloriouscreations.blogspot.com/2013/07/a-mystery-in-making.html

http://organicinstlouis.blogspot.com

blogs about the wildflowers on our farm

Organic methods we use, some cooking and some poetry,

blogs about Seed sprouting, insects, and garden pictures

http://bakingatbabas.blogspot.com/

an intro to baking for kids.

MOTHER'S DAY IS EVERYDAY

My Children make me special,

I don't need a day to make it so,

Is this day set aside to honor us,

Maybe, but I don't think so.

Maybe to make us stop and think,

What is this job we do,

We're in charge of bringing up a nation,

Just as your mom brought up you.

Today my thoughts are of my mom,

My dad is with her now,

I remember when I was sick,

How they would wipe my brow.

For my kids I did the same,

The nights were very long,

I sat along side the bed,

Hoping nothing would go wrong.

Children grown, living far away,

In my heart they are,

The memories of little ones,

Are never very far.

My Children made me special,

Keeping me in their hearts,

Sometimes they've a question,

Needing the knowledge I might impart.

Each day I'm glad a mother I am,

I remember the mothers I know,

Who helped me raise my children,

Showing me the roads to go.

Other blog sites by me:

http://pitbulladog.blogspot.com/

Chronicling our adventures with a dumped Pit Bull Pup 

who has become a hidden treasure.

http://gloriouscreations.blogspot.com

A blog mostly about quilting,
cooking, poetry, prose and a little gardening,
 Tutorial on how to make 5 panel Boxer Shorts.
 Check out "A MYSTERY IN THE MAKING"
A mystery quilt designed with the novice in mind. 

http://gloriouscreations.blogspot.com/2013/07/a-mystery-in-making.html

http://organicinstlouis.blogspot.com

blogs about the wildflowers on our farm

Organic methods we use, some cooking and some poetry,

blogs about Seed sprouting, insects, and garden pictures

http://bakingatbabas.blogspot.com/

an intro to baking for kids.

A PLACE IN HEAVEN

There's a place in heaven for the sons and daughters who defend our country.  I always knew there was a place there for my son (retired, 30 years Navy) and his buddies.  They are always doing things for special need groups.  When he was over seas he would ask us to send care packages with candy which was singly wrapped to hand out to the children.  

Today I was shopping at one of my favorite scrounging stores "Dollar Tree" for some small inexpensive bag stuffers that my seniors might not have access to in the Nursing home.  I bought some small box containers which would hold items on a dresser, some pens, pencils, small spiral notebooks and erasers.  I'm still looking for items to fill their goody bags with.  

At the check out there was a gentleman.  He was about 39.  He was purchasing a boat load of sticker sheets and pencils; which were beautiful bright colors.  I  commented, "Someone is having a great birthday party."  He commented, "I am being sent to Guatemala, they are for the kids."  

He's in the Air Force.  

Our Children  defend the rights of others in foreign countries, but they also spread the word without saying a thing, "Love makes the world go round".  (They do this on their own dime and time)

Don't forget to thank someone's son or daughter for keeping America free.

Other blog sites by me:

http://pitbulladog.blogspot.com/

Chronicling our adventures with a dumped Pit Bull Pup 

who has become a hidden treasure.

http://gloriouscreations.blogspot.com

A blog mostly about quilting,
cooking, poetry, prose and a little gardening,
 Tutorial on how to make 5 panel Boxer Shorts.
 Check out "A MYSTERY IN THE MAKING"
A mystery quilt designed with the novice in mind. 

http://gloriouscreations.blogspot.com/2013/07/a-mystery-in-making.html

http://organicinstlouis.blogspot.com

blogs about the wildflowers on our farm

Organic methods we use, some cooking and some poetry,

blogs about Seed sprouting, insects, and garden pictures

http://bakingatbabas.blogspot.com/

an intro to baking for kids.

All recipes, pictures, and writings are my own.

I give credit for items which belong to other people in my blogs .

Please do not copy without permission

"THE MUMMY": A Review

I love the movies.  All kinds of movies.  I am not too crazy about horror movies, but I have seen some I can honestly appreciate.  I will say I am drawn to Chick Flicks and am very happily married to a guy who likes them too. We also love the action movies, especially the ones with the over the hill actors.  There are some movies that I say, "Why did I watch that all the way through".   Today I will say I had that experience.

We have a theater which has morning matinees for $5.  We headed out and had an extremely mediocre breakfast from Hardees. The Biscuit on the bacon, egg, and cheese was very over cooked.  The bread on the Frisco sandwich was not toasted so it led to a very doughy experience. 

We arrived at the theater just as the previews began.  I will say there are quite a few very interesting movies coming out.  One was "Meagan Leavey".  This is not a movie we will be seeing.  I could hardly sit through the preview.  We are animal lovers and have a son who is ex military.  My heart was in my throat and I could hear my hunny sniffing.  I will definitely tell my Daughter not to see it.  The old Lassie movies bring her floods of tears.

Wonder Woman finally lit up the screen.  It was a movie which leaves you with a good feeling.  It is not a movie you would need to see on the big screen to get the full effect (Guardians of the Galaxy 1 & 2 are).  When we left theater we had to walk down the corridor, to the exit on the far side of the show.  We noticed that at 12:30 "The Mummy" was showing.  I looked at hunny and he looked at me, we decided it would be a two feature day.  We had only missed the previews before the show.  

This show made me wonder why I wasted 2 hours of my life to watch it.  Cruise and the girl (I don't know the actress's name) Not only didn't exhibit chemistry, but they acted very poorly, IMO.  To me it was stilted, like they were reading from a teleprompter.  Then along came Russel Crowe...whoops, where did he learn to act.  This definitely was not his perfect genre.  

The story line is nothing but knockoffs of the Brendan Frazier Mummy movies.  The first theft was with the Character "Beni".  The new Schlemiel  was a Schlemiel in his representation of the person (I can't even remember the name of him).  There was too much "plagiarism"  to list.  The movie was a very immature copy of it's predecessor.

All the Brendan Frazier's Mummy movies did not steal my heart.  The first Mummy did, it is the only movie I've ever paid to see twice.  I also purchased the DVD's of the movie.

If you have not watched the three movies please treat yourself to renting them (If you can find a rental place).  Or To purchasing them, they have been out long enough they should be in the cheap section.

This is an excerpt about Brendan's Mummy from Rotten Tomatoes who gave it a 75% audience rating:

Loosely adapted from the classic 1932 horror film starring Boris Karloff, The Mummy is set in Egypt, where over 3,000 years ago the high priest Imhotep (played by Arnold Vosloo) was given the all-important assignment of preparing the recently dead for their journey into the afterlife. However, Imhotep made one terrible mistake - he became smitten with Anck-Su-Namun, the mistress of the Pharaoh himself. Driven mad by jealousy and love, Imhotep murdered the Pharaoh, and his punishment was to be buried alive and suffer the torment of an eternal life in his wretched tomb. In 1925, a band of adventurers seeking fame and fortune - led by Rick O'Connel (Brendan Fraser), an American expatriate who has joined the foreign legion, and Evelyn Carnarvon (Rachel Weisz), an amateur archeologist - find a previously unknown burial site in Egypt. The team starts to dig, hoping to find lost riches, but instead they disturb the tomb of Imhotep, and soon the cursed priest rises from his grave to wreck vengeance on humanity. The Mummy was written and directed by Stephen Sommers, whose previous cinematic journeys into the past include The Jungle Book and The Adventures Of Huck Finn. ~ Mark Deming, Rovi

• Rating:
  PG-13 (for pervasive adventure violence and some partial nudity)
• Genre:
  Action & Adventure, Horror, Mystery & Suspense
• Directed By:
  Stephen Sommers
• Written By:
  Stephen Sommers
• In Theaters:
  Jun 1, 1999  Wide
• On Disc/Streaming:
  Sep 28, 1999
• Runtime:
  125 minutes
• Studio:
  Universal Pictures
  

  
  

In news the TV reviews said it was a summer sleeper.  At the time we couldn't figure why people weren't swarming the theaters.  The last time we re watched the "The Mummy".  I remember thinking how the special effects did not seem hokey (because of the advances in new technology, the older movies sometimes seem Hokey).

I just went and looked and Half.com has the 3 disk set for $.75 plus shipping.

I wish we hadn't stayed for the second feature. We felt cheated and wanted to ask for our money back and be paid for the two hours time.  The ten dollars could have bought me a DVD of a movie I thoroughly enjoyed.

Other blog sites by me:

http://pitbulladog.blogspot.com/

Chronicling our adventures with a dumped Pit Bull Pup 

who has become a hidden treasure.

http://gloriouscreations.blogspot.com

A blog mostly about quilting,
cooking, poetry, prose and a little gardening,
 Tutorial on how to make 5 panel Boxer Shorts.
 Check out "A MYSTERY IN THE MAKING"
A mystery quilt designed with the novice in mind. 

http://gloriouscreations.blogspot.com/2013/07/a-mystery-in-making.html

http://organicinstlouis.blogspot.com

blogs about the wildflowers on our farm

Organic methods we use, some cooking and some poetry,

blogs about Seed sprouting, insects, and garden pictures

http://bakingatbabas.blogspot.com/

an intro to baking for kids.

All recipes, pictures, and writings are my own.

I give credit for items which belong to other people in my blogs .

Please do not copy without permission

WONDER WOMAN

"OUR WONDER WOMAN"

There have been numerous women in my life who could fill the shoes of "Wonder Woman".  They didn't need Arm bands or shields.

They had the strength of their convictions.  Compassion in their souls.  They knew what the right thing was and did it. 

They were born in times of stress.  They had to work hard for what they wanted, nothing was given to them.  

The first one I met when I was only a baby.  I didn't realize till I was a woman myself that she was this amazing woman.  She was my mom.  She organized a household for six children, Making sure they were given the opportunities to grow and become all they could be.  Of course this was in the age of Ozzie and Harriet and that was what a "woman" was supposed to do.  To sum up my growing up I never missed a day when I didn't sit at the breakfast table.

Along came My Great Aunt Flora.  I don't remember if I met her when I was younger but I do remember when I was ten or so, going to her home.  On this trip we visited her store. Yes, "Her" store.  She owned a hardware store.  To me it was gigantic.  I don't know if it was or if it was just a little neighborhood store.  She owned and ran it.  She talked about all the tools (talked to me as if I was an adult).  It was like she thought I understood what she was saying.

We returned to her home.  She had a small hobby farm with chickens and a big garden.  She had the most marvelous tractor parked in her garage. It was a Cub Cadet. Its name fascinated me and the fact she drove it and mowed her lawn with it, I stood there filled with awe.  

From that big garden she served us lunch.  She had canned green beans before we arrived.  I remember thinking, how did she learn to do everything.  

She was born in the age of "Flappers".  There was a great pix of her in her favorite outfit on her dresser.  I stared at it wondering what wonderful parties she had been to wearing it.

She had survived the great depression running her hardware store.

Years went by filled with several women whom I would call wonder women.   Women who dedicated their lives to their families and making time for others.  One of these women was Louise Goldman.  She was woman of the year in St. Louis.  We met her through teaching her Children in Religious School.  She was one of the most unselfish people I have ever met.

Then there came a small little Lady who didn't know when she was born because she had been an orphan.  Her sister had told her she was 16 so she could marry her off and inherit the family's belongings.  This was in 1889.  I met her when she was about 80.  Our Children were four and five years old.  I saw her goats out in the field and drove up the drive to find out who owned them (We owned a herd of goats).  

We were met at the gate by a lady with a 22 rifle, Octagon barrel.  Telling us to get back down the road.  I explained I only was wondering whose Goats those were.  It's a long story, which I need to write down.  This woman became an adopted grandmother to our kids.  Helping us to teach them the meaning of unconditional love.  Our Granddaughter carries her name.

Today is our Daughter's Birthday.  She joins my list of Wonder Women.  She began her career as a kennel cleaner, working forty hours a week at the age of fourteen. She was in the Corporate world for 20 years and now she is working as an event planner.  She did this without a Bachelors degree in anything.   She worked while having two wonderful children.

Our Birthday wish for our Daughter is: That she too, has "Wonder Women" in her life.

Other blog sites by me:

http://pitbulladog.blogspot.com/

Chronicling our adventures with a dumped Pit Bull Pup 

who has become a hidden treasure.

http://gloriouscreations.blogspot.com

A blog mostly about quilting,
cooking, poetry, prose and a little gardening,
 Tutorial on how to make 5 panel Boxer Shorts.
 Check out "A MYSTERY IN THE MAKING"
A mystery quilt designed with the novice in mind. 

http://gloriouscreations.blogspot.com/2013/07/a-mystery-in-making.html

http://organicinstlouis.blogspot.com

blogs about the wildflowers on our farm

Organic methods we use, some cooking and some poetry,

blogs about Seed sprouting, insects, and garden pictures

http://bakingatbabas.blogspot.com/

an intro to baking for kids.

All recipes, pictures, and writings are my own.

I give credit for items which belong to other people in my blogs .

Please do not copy without permission