I have to say, trying to amaze my grandchildren with something simple yet profound is one of my favorite pass times. Feel free to snag this one and have some fun with it. So, somewhere along the line I learned to cut an apple in half and there would be a star inside, every time. I … Continue reading Things no human has ever seen….
Yep, Mainers sometimes do call those storms that drop 2 feet of snow a little squall...........again it really is a matter of perspective isn't it? A squall is defined by Merriam Webster as:. 1 : a sudden violent wind often with rain or snow. 2 : a short-lived commotion. In Maine it seems to be synonymous … Continue reading Just a little squall…..
I still remember her phone number by heart.........even though it is no longer connected. She was a teacher at Bunny Hutch Nursery School - it no longer exists except in the memory of folks like me whose children benefited from her love and teaching. I was walking out of K-Mart in Millinocket, Maine soon after … Continue reading Other Mothers………..
This is a unique saying in our family............and comes from a very hilarious story that happened about 30 years ago... When my middlest (not oldest or youngest, but the middlest) son was a preschooler we were shopping at a five and dime store in Millinocket, Maine - looking for the perfect gift for his Dad … Continue reading Bowling Pin Gifts
It really is all about perspective, isn't it? I grew up in Greenville, Maine. Lived on the street that led to the plywood mill where my Dad worked. Headed home each summer day at 4:30 when the whistle blew. Grew up thinking I was from the bad part of town. Wrong side of the tracks. … Continue reading Mill Kids
The first garden I helped plant after moving to Ohio from Maine was an eye opener for sure. In Maine, I was taught to dig a trench about a foot long and carefully lay my tomato seedling along the trench to allow more possibility for the roots to succeed. Let the top of the plant … Continue reading Tomato plant 🌱
OK people, if you're not from Maine, perhaps you might call it insect repellent, bug spray, or maybe "Off". Where I grew up it is called "Fly Dope". When I moved from Maine to Ohio in early July of 1997 I was standing outside talking to one of my new neighbors. It wasn't the first … Continue reading Fly Dope
Sisters. Drinking tea instead of coffee this morning in honor of my sweet sister Grace. "Good morning Sis". Well, this is going to be the hardest post I have ever loved to do..............started it on February 10th.....kept going back to it all week......sometimes it seems like a long time she has been gone; other times … Continue reading Grace
My parents were, plain and simple, madly in love. For most of my life I thought they were pretty goofy. Then I met the love of my life.....and I finally understood. It was so incredibly sad when "Your Dad still takes my breath away after all these years" became "I feel like I cannot breathe … Continue reading “We danced…………”
I came from a long line of knitters............and.............my people also were up-cyclers before there was a word for it. 🙂 I have been laughing this winter about making slipper moccasins, hats, mittens, earbands, pin cushions and the best potholders you could imagine out of a ruined wool sweater........ Marketing, marketing.........I shouldn't say ruined sweater, I should … Continue reading Where did I come from?