Mom followed up her "I learned about Joy when I was a kid" story with an "I learned about yeast in the ninth grade" story:
While at a friend's house (note a recurring theme here?) they decided to make some bread for her friend's family. Mom's friend had watched her mom make bread lots of times. They also decided that instead of making one batch, they should double it.
Her friend's mom came home to a table full of bread dough that needed to be taken care of.
Mom is careful with her yeast measurements now.
Showing posts with label family lore. Show all posts
Showing posts with label family lore. Show all posts
Friday, April 13, 2012
Friday, April 6, 2012
Family Lore Friday: A Lesson in Joy
When my mother was a child, around mid-elementary school age, she had gone over to a friend's house in the neighborhood to play. The opted to blow bubbles, and because they wanted super bubbly bubbles, they used a considerable amount of dish detergent.
So much dish detergent that their bubble-blowing activity left the porch with a sticky residue that the friend's mother required they clean up. Mom said she doesn't remember how many hours it took them to rinse that porch--the more they rinsed, the more bubbles they got.
To this day she will not touch Joy dish soap--it makes too many bubbles!
So much dish detergent that their bubble-blowing activity left the porch with a sticky residue that the friend's mother required they clean up. Mom said she doesn't remember how many hours it took them to rinse that porch--the more they rinsed, the more bubbles they got.
To this day she will not touch Joy dish soap--it makes too many bubbles!
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! ;)
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?
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