Sunday, September 28, 2014

Blue Raspberry Sunday "Texas Homecoming Traditions"

Looks like joining the meme  Blue Raspberry Sundays is getting me back blogging. Would love to have you join in.
Today prompt is Homecoming memories and or other Fall Traditions.
This one is again, a personal story.  My daughter and her sweet boyfriend were going to her homecoming.  She was a twirler so it was important to go. He lived about 30 miles away and drove and old green Valiant (that has some funny stories in itself).  I knew the long distant challenges, and that he was preparing to go on a church mission, so I took pity on them and said I would make the mum corsage.  Before coming to Texas, I had never seen this tradition, but had worked as a school nurse at the High School for 8 years, thus I was prepared.
I went down to the local Michael's and stocked up on the materials I needed.  It took 2 weeks to get it all assembled and just to her liking.  I think it turned out great.
 She kept it for a long time, but many moves made it impractical to keep.
We thought this was large, but you could pin it on.  A far cry from what the mums of today are.  They are so huge that the girls have to have a strap that goes around their neck to hold it up.

The following is a picture of the Hero's nephew's mums for his date just this weekend. 

This is one a friend shared on the internet.

This is a Texas tradition.  I giggle at that thought which brings up another... In Texas things are always bigger... The story of the Texas mums has made it to the internet.  Check it out here  So, if you live in Texas you might have a mum tradition.  ;)  

Sunday, September 21, 2014

My Favorite Candy...

My daughter has started back blogging and has new meme to get us to share our stories with family and friends.  The old meme was Sharing a Slice of Life. This meme is Blue Raspberry Sundays follow along and even better join in.
Now, to the subject matter. My favorite candy is,  chocolate covered cherries, especially Dark Chocolate covered cherries.  

I am not sure my children remember the depth of my Hero's love for me regarding chocolate covered cherries.
When I was expecting my first child, I was a transplanted Okie.  In Oklahoma, I had grown up getting the candy at any store.  It was the most wonderful candy bar imaginable. It was called "Cherry Humps".  I loved the taste, texture, and mmmm the cherry in the middle.
  I would let it slowly dissolve in my mouth and slide down the esophagus.  Yeah... I really loved that candy bar.  Here I was expecting, and most desirous of having a Cherry Hump candy bar.

  I was told it was too hot in Texas, so they only carried it in the winter. It was June!  I was going to die without the candy my heart was set on.  The Hero solved the dilemma by driving up to visit my parents. He was so sweet. He stocked up on the candy bar and even took me to get my other favorite a fresh squeezed Cherry Limeade from Braum's Ice Cream store.  You can imagine how happy the Hero was when I found out that downtown Houston Walgreen's had the candy bar and made fresh squeezed Cherry Limeades.

It became a tradition that every Christmas, my dad bought a box of chocolate covered cherries for the family.  I bought some for my mom last year. I don't eat candy very much any more, but if I find a box of chocolate covered cherries, it will probably find its way into my home. 
This post was fun... Had forgotten I had not posted about this for a Hero story.  Brought back some great memories.  This candy bar is no longer produced.  The last time I went to Oklahoma, I looked for something similar like the cello chocolate covered cherry but all they had was Cherry Mash, which I am not fond of.  

Tuesday, July 1, 2014

Patriotism for our Country.

As we move toward Independence day I thought this was an apt quote...
 “Patriotism,” said Theodore Roosevelt, “means to stand by the country. It does not mean to stand by the President or any other public official save exactly to the degree in which he himself stands by the country. … “Every man,” said President Roosevelt, “who parrots the cry of ‘stand by the President’ without adding the proviso ‘so far as he serves the Republic’ takes an attitude as essentially unmanly as that of any Stuart royalist who championed the doctrine that the King could do no wrong. No self-respecting and intelligent free man could take such an attitude.” (Theodore Roosevelt, Works, vol. 21, pp. 316, 321.) And yet we should pray for our civic leaders and encourage them in righteousness

Depicts the first battle of two of my ancestors and
 a quote of Lemuel Roberts who wrote his Revolutionary War memoirs

Wednesday, January 1, 2014

A Christmas Memory and More

A little fun for you, my grandson and granddaughter chose a gift for their uncle that gave them a giggle.  Hope you get a giggle out of it too.



Of course after walking through the store with the 2 year old pushing the button ever time it stopped, her teenage brother was ready to squash the toy, sister, and grandma.
Big brother in Cap.  Littler sister in arms


I hope to finish some important projects from last year. I need to learn when to stop adding and just get the job done.  Sigh.

Saying this very quietly, I am hoping to have spring time at home this year.  My daughter keeps talking about me moving into town, but I have to say, I love the country and how there isn't anyone dictating how I should live.  I know not so good for the property values, but then who is to say the people who live down the street in a trailer and own their land, isn't as good as the person living in a half a million dollar home in town and still owes most of their mortgage.  Okay, I need to stop there.  The door to moving is not closed.

The following are a few pictures from Christmas.  Wishing you all a Happy and Blessed New Year! Thanks for coming by.
My daughter making me laugh because she had to show off her pregnancy #6



Gave my daughter-in-law a sewing machine. She has started to sew for her children. My first gift when I was married was a sewing machine from my parents. Her old sewing machine was a student one, pretty worn. :)

Son with his three children at a Christmas Ward  party was supposed to be like Bethlehem. 
                                                                                 
My grandson's in t-shirts I bought for them.

My Kewpie Doll granddaughter.  She has always reminded me of this doll, so when I found one this year... it became hers.  She played with it a long time.

                                                                               
Granddaughter was blessed the 29th. My son was able to meet them in Utah and participate in the blessing.  The Hero  is missed, he never missed a blessing or baptism of a grandchild.

Monday, December 16, 2013

2013 Christmas Season

This last week end, I spent with my son, his wife and their 3 new children.  It was a special week end, starting out with visiting when I arrived.  The mom had to go pick up a daughter from sports, and the dad was giving his last presentation for his classes for the semester. There was the making of gingerbread houses. Always a fun Christmas activity. Of course, afterwards, there were the territorial markings of MY gingerbread house (and candy.)  But nothing out of the ordinary.
starting construction.
Nibbles were required to make sure the product was good. :)


The next day we were up and it was 31 degrees outside.  Did the family let that stop them? No, we were out walking on the green belt just huffing and puffing.  It was fun.
There was shopping to do later and in the evening we went to the church ward party.  The dad had to create a stall for their part in the party, it was a night at Bethlehem event.
Stall and creator.
Stall keeper and wife.
Of course, Mary and Joseph had to stop by the stalls looking for a place to stay to end up at the stable.
When the baby was born our own little angel was in attendance.
Mom's creative costuming and a bid smile.

We contributed a wise man... it was touch and go at first because we were looking for a Sheppard and they changed the roles in the back. J  




The next step was to visit Santa Claus. How special is it that someone would take the time to give young girls and boys so much fun.

There was fun to be had by all. Afterwards, we went home and they were allowed to open my presents to them.
The next day we went to church and I headed home.  Yes, with a tear in my eye. It is so hard to leave your loved ones, but love modern days so we know it is easier to visit than in days of yore.
Chat at you later. --Hummer--

Saturday, November 30, 2013

Grandma Langley's Fry Bread

As I was looking for a recipe by my grandmother Lenora Gildon Langley to post on FamilySearch's Family Tree, I realized she did not have specialty recipes like we see today.  Grandma Langley was a pioneer camp cook in her methods.  Everything was cooked with bacon, and she used stuff from the garden.  There weren't steaks or chicken like we have now in abundance. They would kill their own chicken, dress it and most of the time, boil it with dumplings or noodles, and carrots.   
My favorite memory of her was my early teen years.  She lived in a small house my dad had bought for her behind us.  When I got home from school, she would pull out her handy wash bowl full of flour and whip up some of her version of Indian fry bread and serve it up with homemade jelly or strawberry jam from the store. Sometimes, there was honey.  I watched her as she made it, so I continued to make this for my children as they grew up.  Yummy days. 
I know my oldest aunt Della Langley Whitaker, and grandma had the same type of wash bowl they kept by the stove ready for anyone who dropped by for a quick snack.  I inherited the bowl from my grandmother, and still have it. It is pictured on the scrapbook page.
My grandmother only put flour and water in her fry bread.  You would have to put yourself in her surroundings as she grew up. It was a tradition. When they traveled in the wagons, and apparently they moved more than we thought, it was easy to have flour and water to mix up bread and fry in a pan of grease over the fire. You pour the water into them middle of the flour well, mix with your fingers, make a patty and fry in grease (oil).   Every time I eat it now I feel I am experiencing a taste of the past.  I have created a scrapbook page for a visual. J  

Sorry, I didn't wait for you it was finger lickin’ good. J

Friday, November 1, 2013

Let a Child Alone and They Will Create

I love children’s creativity.  
multi-media art by my granddaughter
As my 6 children grew up, we would have a room full of toys and they would always go for the oatmeal box as a drum or my pots and pans. Don’t know how many spoons were taken outside for shovels, I still find some occasionally.  The youngest used a hanger to jump out of a loft to catch his fall… that didn’t turn out too well. (oh my)  However, there weren't any broken bones… the daughter twirling knives caused that. Laughing at the memories of the oldest son galloping across the yard with his stick horse his father and I had made for him.  He ended up on the front page of the local newspaper when he took it to town, and the reporter was amazed at a child that was happy with a toy that didn't do anything. Oh yeah it did.  It spurred imagination.

Now that I have 23 grandchildren, it has been a delight seeing my grandchildren continuing in the world of imagination and creativity.
The oldest daughter has 8 children.  She has an area of dress up and her boys will take sticks and anything (and I mean anything) and create boats, bridges, “scientific experiments”, just to name a few.
The second daughter has 5 children.  The oldest is 19 now and he writes stories and illustrates them.  His little brothers will take boxes and create anything you want or never dreamed of.  The redhead took his sister’s gift bag and was sitting in the middle of the room with scissors.  When asked what he was doing, he replied… “I am making a TV for when the lights go out.”  Now that takes a moment to process, but on reflection it makes perfect sense.  (giggling at the memory of his mom’s face)   
An attempt to be a unicorn... that is his wings behind

The oldest son’s son will find a piece of metal, or a screw and it becomes a treasure.  The girls will go off into a world of dreams and imagination of dressing up.  They had their first pumpkin experience of creating a Jack O’ Lantern and how cute they were dipping the hands in the raw pumpkin.
Number 4 child and 3rd daughter has 4 little blonde girls.  The oldest goes from scientific experiments in the bathroom with “whatever” and being a ballet dancer in film fabric from the sewing room.  The second daughter always has paper and pencil or crayons going drawing, or following her sister’s lead in dress up.  The third’s mind goes into how to get into the cupboards to find snacks (and usually succeeds), but she likes playing pretend too.  Number 4 is getting ready to learn to crawl.
The 5th child and Number 4 daughter has three sweet children.  The oldest boy likes pretending in the super hero world or with his sister creating a box into something. (Boxes are wonderful tools for children) the youngest is learning to walk and I am certain will be quickly creating on her own… She thinks for herself.
My sixth child has not married, but he continues his own world of creative thought and putting life into motion with his own way of thinking. 
Taking time for his imaginative nephew who keeps him laughing.


Of course Halloween activity was what triggered this post, so here are a few pictures and scrappy pages to show you my creative family. J

fun things to do.
memories made


Cowboys are always fun.

When I arrived home, my granddaughters decided to write me a letter. 
All my girls love to dress up and act some have been in plays.
Carving Pumpkins... Old pros and newbies.
Only 4 families represented. California didn't get pictures to me. The two in the masks made the ones they are wearing.