Saturday, March 31, 2012
Friday, March 30, 2012
Family Lore Friday: Nuthin'
During a conversation about how parents know when a kiddo has been up to "something," Mom shared a story about one of my cousins. This cousin is about halfway between Mom's age and my age, and when Mom was a teenager she lived with her sister's family. One night, my cousin was overheard talking in her sleep. She spoke one single word: "Nuthin'."
Mom said she wondered what she was dreaming about.
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Other evening lore about this fabulous cousin of mine during her childhood:
Some evenings mom would walk down the hall to use the restroom, and notice my cousin's bedroom light was on. And it was still on when she walked back. A shortwhile later my uncle was at her room telling her to go to sleep. Mom remembers my cousin asking how it was known that she was still up. Hehehehe....parents have their ways! ;)
Mom said she wondered what she was dreaming about.
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Other evening lore about this fabulous cousin of mine during her childhood:
Some evenings mom would walk down the hall to use the restroom, and notice my cousin's bedroom light was on. And it was still on when she walked back. A shortwhile later my uncle was at her room telling her to go to sleep. Mom remembers my cousin asking how it was known that she was still up. Hehehehe....parents have their ways! ;)
Thursday, March 29, 2012
Farm-to-Table: Pail Potatoes
These are actually Grandma's, but I'm counting them since they're at my house currently! I need to do this for sweet potatoes!
Grandma found brand new trashcans for $10 at a local box store. With the assistance of my husband and his tools, she has three holes cut in the bottom of each of these cans, and a few holes on the sides about two inches up from the bottom. After washing and sanitizing the cans we placed coffee filters (on hand for brewing joe for roses and for when MIL visits) over the bottom holes and added some soil.
Then the seed potatoes were planted.
As the potato plants grow, more soil can be easily added. According to the article that gave Grandma this idea, one can get about a half-bushel of potatoes per garbage pail. It's less mess than some of the garden plot or pallet ideas, and it's not as health-hazardous as the used-tire ideas. It's a space effective container garden, eh? *lol*
Grandma found brand new trashcans for $10 at a local box store. With the assistance of my husband and his tools, she has three holes cut in the bottom of each of these cans, and a few holes on the sides about two inches up from the bottom. After washing and sanitizing the cans we placed coffee filters (on hand for brewing joe for roses and for when MIL visits) over the bottom holes and added some soil.
Then the seed potatoes were planted.
As the potato plants grow, more soil can be easily added. According to the article that gave Grandma this idea, one can get about a half-bushel of potatoes per garbage pail. It's less mess than some of the garden plot or pallet ideas, and it's not as health-hazardous as the used-tire ideas. It's a space effective container garden, eh? *lol*
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
Good Friday Remembrance
My mom survived the Good Friday Earthquake. Our family has a bit of lore about this event; though likely not as much as other families. It is poignant for us.
On the evening of 27 March my mother was playing in the dining room with a toy electric mixer. When she turned it on, her mother's china started falling off the wall. She turned off the mixer, thinking for a nano-second that she had cause the plates' demise, then realizing it was an earthquake.
A month later, on the morning of 27 April, my mother asked her father to not fly that day. She had dreamed that he would die, but her parents shrugged it off thinking of it as merely being a child that wanted daddy to stay home to play. He flew delegates out to Valdez to survey the quake damage and, according to the family lore, those delegates watched helplessly as the plane took off from Valdez and crashed about a mile out to sea. Bodies were never located, and only a few scraps of the plane were found. This was the second husband with an empty grave for my grandmother--her first husband was lost over Sicily during WWII (they never found him or his plane).
According to wiki: On 27 April 1964—barely a month after the quake—an Alaska Air National Guard C-123 plunged into the ocean shortly after takeoff from the Valdez airport. Killed was the plane’s three-man crew, including the pilot, Lt. Col. Thomas Norris Sr.; the co-pilot, Maj. James Rowe (who, circling Anchorage in a C-123 a month earlier, had served as the eyes and ears of the world in the aftermath of the earthquake); and the flight engineer, TSgt. Kenneth Ayers. Also dead was Maj. Gen. Thomas Carroll, the adjutant general of the Alaska National Guard.
We had this event marked on our calendar, but we did nothing about it. I'm not sure how to handle this particular day of importance. It's not a holiday. There isn't a celebration. But it is an important date in our family lore. One that I want my children to somehow connect with--but how do accomplish that when you live far away from the location? If we were in Anchorage we would visit Earthquake Park, take a picnic drive to view the trees standing naked at the end of the inlet where they were killed by the salt water of the tsunami. Maybe an outing to Valdez next month and a visit to the memorial headstone for my grandfather? But alas, we live some six time zones away. How do you commemorate the second largest earthquake since 1900?
On the evening of 27 March my mother was playing in the dining room with a toy electric mixer. When she turned it on, her mother's china started falling off the wall. She turned off the mixer, thinking for a nano-second that she had cause the plates' demise, then realizing it was an earthquake.
A month later, on the morning of 27 April, my mother asked her father to not fly that day. She had dreamed that he would die, but her parents shrugged it off thinking of it as merely being a child that wanted daddy to stay home to play. He flew delegates out to Valdez to survey the quake damage and, according to the family lore, those delegates watched helplessly as the plane took off from Valdez and crashed about a mile out to sea. Bodies were never located, and only a few scraps of the plane were found. This was the second husband with an empty grave for my grandmother--her first husband was lost over Sicily during WWII (they never found him or his plane).
According to wiki: On 27 April 1964—barely a month after the quake—an Alaska Air National Guard C-123 plunged into the ocean shortly after takeoff from the Valdez airport. Killed was the plane’s three-man crew, including the pilot, Lt. Col. Thomas Norris Sr.; the co-pilot, Maj. James Rowe (who, circling Anchorage in a C-123 a month earlier, had served as the eyes and ears of the world in the aftermath of the earthquake); and the flight engineer, TSgt. Kenneth Ayers. Also dead was Maj. Gen. Thomas Carroll, the adjutant general of the Alaska National Guard.
We had this event marked on our calendar, but we did nothing about it. I'm not sure how to handle this particular day of importance. It's not a holiday. There isn't a celebration. But it is an important date in our family lore. One that I want my children to somehow connect with--but how do accomplish that when you live far away from the location? If we were in Anchorage we would visit Earthquake Park, take a picnic drive to view the trees standing naked at the end of the inlet where they were killed by the salt water of the tsunami. Maybe an outing to Valdez next month and a visit to the memorial headstone for my grandfather? But alas, we live some six time zones away. How do you commemorate the second largest earthquake since 1900?
Saturday, March 10, 2012
Friday, March 9, 2012
Farm-to-Table: Farmer Boy
We've been reading Farmer Boy as part of our Farm-to-Table study this spring. After reading chapter twelve we hit Google to see why Nick Brown accepted rags for his tinware.
What did we find? A fascinating blog entry about rag paper! I'm looking forward to reading more of Nancy Cleveland's blog, As a Laura Ingalls Wilder Researcher Thinks.
Before finding that, we found this. I hear a roadtrip beckoning me!
What did we find? A fascinating blog entry about rag paper! I'm looking forward to reading more of Nancy Cleveland's blog, As a Laura Ingalls Wilder Researcher Thinks.
Before finding that, we found this. I hear a roadtrip beckoning me!
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