Ingrid Makes 22 Summers

 Happy Birthday, Ingrid!

I made Ingrid a throw.  It has two sides same color but different.

Ingrid picked pumpkin pie and potato soup.  We also enjoyed Amy Patsy’s Mother’s recipe for bread pudding.  

Laura and some guests painted ornaments after lunch.

Below is Astrid’s I think.

I think above is Ingie’s and Justin’s.  Below is Siggie’s

This was Ing’s card from Laura and Eric.  Remind you of anyone?

Pretty Chick

 This is one of Astrid’s chickens. I think she is really pretty.  

I talked to my cousin Irene today.  She isn’t doing well.  She has so much fluid her leg has busted open and water is oozing out.  She can’t see hardly at all.  She also has gout in her ankle.  Her life sounds dreadful.

Another Win

Goblins played Berryville.  Greta’s team racked another win.  She got to stay in most of the game.  She’s still playing 5 spot.  No more games until after Christmas.

On scoreboard shows points for number 24.  She had 13 points.  If she’d scored one more it’d been half of the points.  She made a pretty 3 pointer at the top of the circle Erin said.

As the Jones family headed home, they decided to eat at Jim’s Drive Inn.  They found photos there of another relative who loved basketball.  These were in old year books.

Clayton signed this yearbook to Gerald Epley!  Never know who you’ll meet at Jim’s!

 

Time Person of 2023

 Back in 2009, Auntie Erin gifted her three nieces Taylor Swift tickets at Verizon in Little Rock.  Wonder what she paid for them?  They are all wearing Taylor Swift T-shirts.  Wonder what the tickets would cost today to see Time’s Person of the Year?

The Pearl

My Sister Patsy could remember this day and Pearl Harbor.

She wrote this—

I remember Pearl Harbor.  My mother and father were living on a farm 3 miles up the road from Carrollton, AR.  Someone stopped by and told Daddy that the Japanese had bombed Pearl Harbor .  We had no radio so my parents gathered my brother Richard and me in their arms and walked to the Hugh Morris’ Store at Carrollton.  We entered the store crowded with people. The men had gathered around the heating stove and on a box sat the radio. They were listening to the news being broadcast.  Chairs, nail kegs and whatever were drawn near the radio for seats.  An unnatural hush filled the room as they listened to the voice.  I knew something very important was happening but I could not comprehend what it could be…I reasoned that a pearl was a round white shining marble but what is a harbor?  December 7, 1941 changed our lives forever.   In 1943, Daddy sold the farm and we moved to Denver, AR near my Mother’s parents who ran the Gaddy Store and Garage.  The picture of Richard and me survived the invasion of Iwo Jima.  Daddy carried it in his billfold.

 

Sparkling Lights

 Astrid added lights to the outside of their house.  I have a little ceramic tree I will get out soon.  That’ll be my only decoration.  

I went to the library today in hopes of finding something to read, but came home without any book.  I’m not fond of fiction and the library had no new nonfiction.  

My life is very boring.  Sigh.

Ada Antics

Ada may want to design orthotics when she grows up.  Makes me think someone at school may have an ankle brace.

She is eating off the Christmas dishes.  Everything tastes better.  Aunt Helen gifted the dishes to them.

Here she’s created earrings.

She loves taking selfies just like the big kids do.

 

Pink Sky and Water

I’m trying to go on a little walk in the evening now.  I sit a lot each day.  Not as much activity as in warm weather.

My reward for strolling at dusk is a beautiful sky that even turns the water of Galla Lake dancing colors.

 

Ol’ Woes

 Junk Man passed the house today, 

And gave his call in his plaintive way, 

— — " Ol' clothes! 

— — — Ol' clothes! 

— — — Ol' Clothes! 

— Any ol' clothes to throw away? 

— Any ol' dishes . . . any ol' plates, 

— Any ol' pants or hats or skates, 

— Any ol' kettles or pots or pans, 

— Any ol' bottles or ol' tin cans, 

— Any ol' dresses or any ol' shoes, 

— Any ol' things that you can't use? 

— — Ol' clothes! 

— — — Ol' clothes! 

— — — Ol' clothes! " 

I searched the house and made a heap 

Of things that I didn't need to keep, 

Outworn garments and out-read books, 

Clothes that had hung on rusty hooks 

For the dust to grime and the moths to chew. 

And thus the old made way for the new. 

I thought, as the old man went his way, 

How grand it would be if every day 

The Junk Man passed the house to say, 

— " Ol' woes 

— — Ol' woes 

— — — Ol' woes 

— Any ol' woes to throw away? 

— Any ol' grudges . . . any ol' hates, 

— Any ol' miseries or sad ol' dates, 

— Any ol' sorrows or any ol' spites, 

— Any ol' fusses or feuds or fights, 

— Any ol' sighs or any ol' tears, 

— Any ol' wishing for yesteryears, 

— Any ol' quarrels or any ol' frets, 

— Any ol' tears or ol' regrets? 

— — Ol' woes! 

— — — Ol' woes! 

— — — Ol' woes! "

Unknown Author

Weiner Roast

Back in the spring Galla Lake flooded and logs and limbs were washed ashore.  Eric has been stacking it up all summer.  He takes an evening walk there daily.  He invited us to a bonfire to burn it!  We roasted hot dogs and ate s’mores!  As we finished a light rain fell to put out what remained. 

 

Finches

Greta’s Gobins beat Mt. Home.  She had to play 5 spot as that girl was hurt.  She usually plays 4, on the wing.  Erin thought she had 9 points.  She only got to play first half as score was up for them.  He played B girls most of the second half.

I’ve been enjoying the little yellow finches.  I like watching them.

 

Hannah

 Fleta’s baby granddaughter is 17 tomorrow.  After her mother passed, Fleta has been mother and grandmother.  Recently, my sister said taking on these two grands was the best thing she has done in her life. We need purpose and I find I have less of it each year.  Mostly, I’m just here trudging along.