I can’t believe that it’s been three months and 17 days sense my last blog….oppppps guess I should do better!
Lots of things going on. Training for my next 10k, garden is getting started and seedlings are growing more everyday. Going to be starting a new live Facebook chat in the next few weeks talking about my garden and how easy it is to have one :0) Well I think it is. My cousins think so too :0)
Spring brings out all the could be’s. Everything in the yard is waking up, the birds are singing there songs and I for one am filled with hope of a great garden season :0)
Here is what I’ve been up too the last few months…cold weather, Photography, learning my dulcimer, cooking, celebrating family bdays and Mr P. I’ll share the garden with you later :0)
Here’s too new adventures!
Wow what a year.
I received my college degree in May! Never really saw that happening! Wooop Wooop!
Got to see Sanibell Island. Got to see my first in the wild alligator. He was a pretty quick fella!
Then there was the Scotty Convention….Where I got to spend some time with some of the Duck Dynasty cast!
I am truly blessed to have so many people in my life to help me on my journey.
I dropped 14.75 inches off my body in 2014. Never to be seen again. I don’t own a scale so that update will come in Feb when I go back to the doctor.
Thank you for being a part of my blogging life. I have enjoyed sharing stories with you and hearing your comments. Ive enjoyed getting to know you along the way as well.
Here is to a 2015 that is full of dreams fulfilled and love beyond our imagination. See you next year!
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
As I sat this morning cleaning off my memory cards from Christmas I came across this one.
This is what we have instead of stockings full of stuff. As my father tells the story this is what his treat was as a child. My father grew up in Newhall West Virginia and is one of 13 kids. They each had a brown paper sack on christmas morning that had one apple, one orange, some walnuts, a candy cane and some sort of candy that they liked. My father has continued this tradition with us. He now just sets it on the table but the Memory is still there. We snack on this while we are waiting to open gifts and through out the holiday season.
I love that I have so many memories from my childhood that are still in effect today! Makes me truly blessed!
As Christmas is almost here the cookies are finally done. Well at least all I am making. These fun cookies where a big hit.
Then there was the Ginger Bread Man making station.
Here is a few of the great things that were created by a small group of loving hands!
It made Christmas present a lot of fun!
Growing up I only remember my mother wearing 3 different pair of shoes. Dress shoes on Sunday, crappy shoes that she had forever to do lawn work in, and loafers.
Up until the year she passed away my father would go out the week before Christmas and go buy her the same pair of shoes….EVERY YEAR. He would go into Elder Beerman and walk up to the shoe counter and get the same size 8.5 pair of shoes.
On Christmas there would always be a shoe box wrapped by him and she would say….I wonder what is in this box.
As you can see it was her favorite gift….lol Now that I am older I am pretty sure it was her fav because my dad went out and bought it himself. Every time I see a pair of loafers I am reminded of the many years of mom unwrapping the loafers and always acted like she had no idea what was in the box.
I had told you about going to grandma and grandpas house but I have another story to share. As I am the oldest of the family I have learned that sometimes just taking a day and listening is well worth what you learn.
As I posted yesterday I had an uncle pass and I have got to spend time with family that I don’t normally get to see. Which is great. We are all sad for my aunt and cousins as one would expect. My uncle Nick was a great guy.
There is a happy note to this story….I got to spend the last 30+ hours talking with my dad. Sure I talk to him every day about what’s going on and stuff but I haven’t really talked to him in a long time.
We talked about old churches we went to as I was growing up, how he met some of the people I grew up knowing as Mr and Mrs (whoever), and even me getting in trouble.
He told me there was a kid at church that use to pick on everyone. One day the kid crawled in between the legs of my high chair and to hear dad tell the story I beat the crap out of him. He didn’t pick on anyone else after that.
Here is me and my dad on our recent road trip.
Time we didn’t want to take but so glad we got that time together!
One of my favorite memories of Christmas is the new pjs that we got every year on Christmas Eve. Around 5pm mom would give us each a wrapped present that had a new pair of PJ’s in it.
When I was younger this was like yeah look PJ’s now I’m like hey where are my PJ’s :0)
Sometimes my sisters and I got matching PJ’s but most of the time it was what ever mom found that we were into at the time….meaning tweety bird, Mickey Mouse or who knows what.
As an adult I still try to put on some PJ’s by 5 on Christmas Eve.
My youngest sister started this tradition with my nieces and I love that for them. One day they will also do this with there children. It’s kinda a family tradition.
After the Jammie’s where on we had to stay in our rooms for awhile. Santa came early to our house. We would hear Santa open the front door (we didn’t have a chimney) do some deep ho ho ho’s and then my mom would open the bedroom door and we would run to the tree.
Everyone has there spot. Come to think of it we still sit in the same spot we did growing up (lol creatures of habit I guess).
PJ’s I must go out and get a new pair of PJs for Christmas!
This pic is of my sisters and I and I see one sister fell and roped the knee out of her PJ’s. No real surprise here.
As I was growing up I wasn’t much of a doll kinda girl. Being the oldest of three girls I became dads go to person when he needed help. I mowed the yard, raked, and helped fix things.
Then my freshman year of high school I was failing science. It’s the only time I ever remember my dad going to parent teachers conference. The teacher told my dad I needed a really impressive science fair project or I was going to have to repeat the 9th grade. Of course the conference was right before Christmas break. I was so grounded.
That christmas my dad went to the store (he isn’t a shopper) and bought a doll house kit for use to build. We had 9 weeks to build it and make lights work inside. (Instructor thought I should learn about electricity.)
That’s it there. One day I’ll take it down and show you the other side.
We glued, painted, wired and furnished this house in 9 weeks.
My science teach was impressed and I ended up with a B in the class.
I learned a lot about wiring which at 29 years later I understand was the point.
I was at my fathers today and we were discussing Christmas past.
Dad worked 2nd shift most of my childhood. He came home one night and kids where trying to steal the lights off the bushes. They had strung the lights across the street. Dad ran over his own Christmas lights. He was mad. The kids got away but dad never put lights near the street again.
Another memory….For as long as I can remember my father decorated the outside of the house. It started out as just lights on the bushes outside, with Santa sitting on the porch.
Then as we all got older the display grew….
The joke on the street was my father had stock in Dayton Power and Light.
As I got older I learned to appreciate all the work my dad put into putting this display together.
There are stories where someone tried to steal baby Jesus out of the stable. They were surprised by the fact that he was tied down, binge corded and zip tied into the manger. They did get his blanket but that’s all…(it’s ok to laugh, we do!)
What an awesome memory to have!
Got to thinking about the Christmas season today and I was reminded of the Rikes Store windows. When I was a young girl my mother would bundle us up take us to see the window display. We would walk down our street to the corner bus stop and get on the RTA bus and ride it downtown. We didn’t go downtown but one time a year so this was a big deal for us.
Here are a few pictures of the displays that now resides in the Schuster Center on Main St in Downtown Dayton.
These are just a few pics of this wonderful display. It brings back many great childhood memories.
If you get the opportunity to come to Dayton this is a must see!