The wreath

There is something unusual, something special, something I really like about this picture.  Maybe I spend too much time thinking and planning, moving things, admiring things, making things.

Do you ever feel lonely even when you are not alone? 

I have a cute kitty cat oil painting to show you.  Painted by my cousin Pat.  This is a small painting she did from a photograph of Bickett...

I've mentioned this before, but since I don't know if anyone reads my older posts...Pat is my first and second cousin.  Her mom and my mom were sisters.  Her dad and my dad were first cousins.  Our families were very close growing up. 

Both Pat and her husband Mike love cats.  They have two Ragdoll cats named Max and Annie, who are spoiled rotten!  :)

You may remember this painting of Bickett.  Pat did this one a few years ago.  It hangs in the dining room...

Talking about pictures made me think of my brother Randall.  Randall, like Jackie, died when he was only 49 years old.   Anyway, Randall was a lot younger than Shelby, Jackie, and Me.  He used to love to pick at mama.   One night Randall was sitting up late, supposedly watching TV, after mama had gone off to bed.   Well, he took all the pictures on the living room wall and hung them up side down.  Randall would snicker and laugh, waiting for mama to notice the next morning. Mama would say, "what's wrong with you, Randall?  What do you keep laughing at?"   Then when mama noticed what was done, she would say, "Randall, I'd be ashamed. Why do you want to do things like that?" Mama didn't really mind.  Mama thought the sun rose and set in Randall. 

This is an old picture of Randall from the 1980's.  We all loved Randall so much.  He always had that smile.  He loved to laugh.

Not much of a post.  Hope you will come back.

Love,
Henny Penny

Playing in the snow, 1940's

Busy wiping the dust off a few things on the table in the hall this morning, I noticed how cold Shelby, Jackie, and I looked out playing in the snow.

Shelby, sitting on the sled, seemed to be the only one having fun!  I remember how bundled up mama had me.  I don't think my arms would bend.  Believe me, I was never the fat child that I appear to be in this picture!  I also remember that green knit hat with the ball on top.  The ties were shaped like a beaver's tail.

Our house, in the background, is where we lived first in Robbins.  That would have been in the mid or late 1940's.  We moved from this house to Summerville, South Carolina.   

This is the house where Jackie's little friend Diane lived next door...

Jackie was such a sweet looking boy...with that worried look of his.  He looks like a little Dutch boy here...

We were living here when Shelby and I each got a Betsy Wetsy doll and a wooden doll cradle for Christmas.

 

Then we moved and I started school, first grade, in Summerville...

We moved back to Robbins as I was going into third grade...

I hung around the sewing machine watching mama make this dress.  The fabric was a combination of brown, with brown and white checks, trimmed in white eyelet lace.  I remember mama taking the leftover scraps of cloth and making my doll a matching dress.

Mama had the patience of Job!  She never tired of cleaning, cooking and taking care of us.  If she did, It never showed.  She worried over our hands getting wet and cold when we played in the snow.   She was continuously calling us in to warm our hands and feet...putting our gloves, socks and shoes on the heater to dry.  With every snow, mama made snow cream for us to enjoy.  It was soooo delicious!!!  With sugar, cream, and vanilla flavoring!  

It was when we were living in this first house in Robbins that daddy came home one night with a fishing plug hooked through his chin.  Daddy used to fish a lot.  The plug had gotten hung on something.  Daddy was pulling and jerking on the rod when the plug came loose, flew back and hooked him in the chin.  It was a big plug too!  One of those with three hooks on front and three hooks on the back!  I can still see that plug dangling from daddy's chin and the blood!  I remember the fear and excitement in the house, and daddy going to see the doctor that night.

Okay, enough of this.  I am sure this is interesting only to me...so thank you for sticking around.

Love,
Henny Penny

A note about my third grade picture...what a horrible looking ear I have showing in the picture.  Actually my ear was fine and normal. :) All of my school pictures were accidentally ripped into shreds many years ago and to make matters worse, I had scotch taped them back together.  I carried a couple of the pictures to have them restored and this was the best they could do. 

Christmas and The Garden

Big switch here from Christmas to gardening.  Reminds me of the Christmas movie, "The Homecoming".  I love that movie with Patricia Neal...when John, her husband makes it home for Christmas, in the blizzard.  He brings her flowers and she says, "flowers, in the dead of winter"!  

A while back I posted about collards, broccoli, and turnips growing in the garden...I was so excited, having never grown either of these.

We had collards, stewed turnips, and a pan of cornbread for supper last night!   We did!  There is nothing like cornbread baked in a cast iron frying pan.  Especially, if you have just fried out fat back.  The small amount of salt and fat left in the pan makes a brown, crunchy, salted crust on the bread...

The "real" farmers out there would probably get a good laugh at the tiny vegetables I show and talk about.  I'll be the first to admit...I like small...like in the English Fairy Tale, "the teeny-tiny woman who lived in a teeny-tiny house in a teeny-tiny village".  Here we have a teeny-tiny garden with a teeny-tiny gate and teeny-tiny vegetables inside!

Turnips...

 

The broccoli did not survive the 19 degree weather we had a week or so ago.  I was really looking forward to having fresh broccoli....I wish now that I had cut and used the small heads before the freezing weather.  Maybe next year!

I may be back later today with a bit of a post...

Love,
Henny Penny

More Decorating

This is another cold, rainy, day.  Just miserable outside.  In fact, when I went out to open the chicken house door this morning, I had to be careful to keep from sliding in the mud.  That problem was quickly solved with two heaping wheelbarrow loads of leaves! :)

Actually, there is not much to post.  This I do know...as long as there is a cat in the house there will always be a little something to post about!

Wanting something different this year, I thought one of those big grapevine wreaths with lights added, would look pretty.   Maybe hang it from that old cupboard on the front porch.  So, I bring one of the brittle old wreaths inside to work on...Curious cats appeared from outta nowhere!

When we moved here in 1989, the property was covered in wild grapevines.  Poppy took the time to make two really big grapevine wreaths from all that we pulled out of the trees.  These wreaths have been used on the front porch for twenty four years!   These wreaths have been covered with live cedar twigs, berries, and pine cones again and again, year after year.  Decorated, washed with the hose, and moved from place to place. 

Decorating is fun.  But the thing I have the most trouble with is the tree.  No matter how I try, how much I add or take away...the tree never looks right...especially in a photograph.  Everything looks a little off???

The problem may be, this is not a live tree!  Poppy and I used to always chop down a cedar for Christmas.  Then we worried about the trees we were killing for a mere two weeks pleasure!

A scrappy looking wreath...

Suppose you can guess who added this last bit of decor...  :)

Thank you for stopping by. 

Love,
Henny Penny

Decorations are subject to change without prior notice! :)
  

Decorating for Christmas

I can see here that the knick knacks on the mantle are a bit much.  Need to move a few elsewhere...

A very unusual day here in North Carolina!  Having pulled out all the boxes of Christmas decorations, I go to work to change our little hunting lodge into a winter wonder land.  Make everything Christmasy!  Listen to some old Christmas carols.  But truth is...it is 76 degrees here with a chance of...no, not snow, but a chance of the thermometer hitting 80 degrees!  That's right, 80 degrees!  All the windows are open!  Where the billowing curtains separate I see brown leaves blowing in the wind.  Adding yet another layer of leaves to the layer that fell yesterday on the newly cleaned side yard.  This is getting pretty tiresome!

Hopefully, Christmas will be a little different around here this year.  I don't have a lot to spend on gifts, but I want to go shopping.  Buy a little something that speaks to me...that says, "this is special to give Lynn" or "this is special to give Andee"!  Who wants a list of what everybody wants...where is the fun in shopping if you're going to buy something the person ask you buy.  When did people start telling each other what they want them to buy anyway!!  Where is the Christmas spirit in this?  Dagnabbit!

I get melancholy and go through this every year.  Then I go out shopping and realize all those special little gifts I want to buy, now costs a hundred dollars each.  So, I jump down from my soap box, call Andee and Lynn and suggest we draw names, and can you tell me something to buy the grandchildren? :)

Bickett said he was tired of hearing about it.  To just surprise him...

Dumper said his hair is beginning to grey, do whatever I want...

But both agreed that I should hang mistletoe from the ceiling fan...

Time surely flies.  Better get supper on the table.  Thanks for stopping by.

Love,
Henny Penny

Leaves

The yard....

Before Thanksgiving, I  got a good start on the yearly leaf raking!  Well that "good start" has long since been covered over again with leaves.  Yesterday was a new start.  If I can rake at least one hour a day,  could the yard be nice for Christmas??  Sounds like a riddle to me.  Maybe the riddle should be, if I rake every day until Christmas, will I be able to walk?  Why is this job so overwhelming this year?  Sometimes I feel like lighting a match and throwing it out the back door!  I'm kidding.  More pictures, in case anyone has forgotten how many leaves need to be raked up...I'm looking for sympathy here...

(I should have been raking instead of taking pictures)

Poppy says he will try to find someone to help me with the leaves, (yeah, I know, I thought the same thing).  It's not like me to ask for help.  But gosh, imagine me, enjoying my coffee, watching the leaves being raked and hauled away!  Maybe when they finish with the leaves, I will ask if they do windows! :)

Speaking of riddles...mama and I were out shopping together several years ago. She was lots of fun to shop with.  Mama loved looking at greeting cards, she loved sending greeting cards.  Uncle Myron's birthday was coming up and she needed a card to send.  Now mind you, mama would get tickled over anything and laugh until she would get whoever she was with tickled.  That's why she carried a tissue wadded up in her hand, to wipe her eyes, from laughing so hard.  So, there was this card with a big grasshopper on the front...the verse inside said, "if it takes a hen and a half, a day and a half, to lay an egg and a half, how long would it take a grasshopper to kick all the seeds out of a cucumber?"  Mama started laughing.  She laughed and laughed and laughed!  People were beginning to look at us.  She had me laughing too.  Mama bought that card and we got out of there. 

This post is not any good for anybody...but it did make me feel better! :)

Do come back!

Love,
Henny Penny

Thinking of Christmas

I drove past the most beautifully decorated house on Saturday.  I actually drove around the block a second time so I could get a picture....

Nothing stresses me as much as buying Christmas gifts for people, and it is not the money!  I love giving gifts!  I am simply not a shopper.  I cannot pick out gifts to give. 

Back when I worked in Raleigh I would tell Poppy to expect me home late...that I was going to do some Christmas shopping after work.  Well I would walk and look and look and walk, and finally after wasting three hours of precious time, would go home, mad at myself and depressed.

Somehow every year though, I manage to get the gifts, as mama would say..."such as they are," get them wrapped and under the tree.  From a couple years back...

Christmas shopping used to be simple, and fun!  of course, I was a child then!  Daddy used to give each of us children a little shopping money before Christmas to buy each other presents.  There were no malls around then.  Our shopping was done simply by walking to town...the town of Robbins, in the early 1950's. 

Gift buying was exciting!  For daddy, it was a box of chocolate covered cherries, Old Spice after shave, or a pack of handkerchiefs.  And every year daddy was totally surprised, and as pleased as could be with what we had picked out for him. 

Lee's dime store was where we shopped!!!  For mama, there was so much to choose from...fingernail polish, lipstick in the little metal tubes, Jergins lotion, Pond's cream, ladies handkerchiefs, Evening in Paris perfume.  Lee's sold all sorts of lovely things!  Mama was always surprised  too, and happy with what each of us had picked out for her!  How proud we were to watch them open their presents on Christmas morning!

What Shelby, Jackie, and I got for Christmas didn't come from Lee's dime store.  Everything we wanted could be bought at Sears Roebuck.  From the time the Sears Roebuck Christmas catalog arrived until Christmas eve, one of us had a pencil and sheet of notebook paper making lists.  Everything we wanted was in that catalog and Santa Claus somehow knew that. 

There was no doubt in my mind about there being a Santa Claus either!   There was a Santa Claus!  Why would anyone even question such a thing.  Then one day Shelby was snooping around while mama and daddy were away from the house.  She found everything!  Under a bed!  Did she keep it to herself?  No!  She broke the terrible news to Jackie and me.   DRAT!

Image from Wikipedia

This is not a picture of our tree nor of our house.  Sure wish I had more old family pictures to share with you.  There used to be a box full of pictures at home, like there is in every household.  Somehow I got the short end of the stick when the family pictures were doled out.   Anyway, the old picture above reminds me a bit of how things looked when I was growing up.

One Christmas Santa Claus brought me the most beautiful baby doll.  She was dressed in pink and lace and she wore a pink bonnet over her blond hair.  She was a large doll, in a pink box.  I first saw this doll displayed in Williamson's grocery store sitting high up on a shelf.  I knew she had to be mine...I just knew it!  I remember right then telling mama and daddy, that is the doll I want for Christmas!  Mama and daddy were friends with the Williamson's and I had gone with them to the store.  Occasionally, the four of them would get together and play cards.  Their names were Dawsey and Pearl. Their small grocery store was on a street behind the grammar school in Robbins.  Dawsey and Pearl lived in a small house that was connected to the back of the store.  Friends, on Christmas morning, that very doll was under the tree with my name on it!

Thank you for visiting!

Love,
Henny Penny