Showing posts with label nostalgia. Show all posts
Showing posts with label nostalgia. Show all posts

Sunday, August 3, 2014

I stop to see a weepin' willow, cryin' on his pillow

C swinging on willow branches pushing Freddie pushing Freddie picnic picnic swinging swing tarzan style willow swing big push hi Freddie swinging sweet c giving baby willow medicine willow willow crowns ...Maybe he's cryin' for me.
And as the skies turn gloomy,
Night winds whisper to me,
I'm lonesome as I can be.

I go out walkin' after midnight,
Out in the starlight, just hoping you may be
Somewhere a-walkin' after midnight
Searchin' for me

- Walkin' After Midnight sung by Patsy Cline

I grew up on Patsy Cline. My Grandma listened to her quite often. I still love listening to her now. In fact, for awhile K thought that the song above was about our kitty Midnight, and was sung just for him. Oh how I love her imagination. Whenever the two of us see a willow tree, we start singing "The Midnight Kitty song". It's as if we just can't help ourselves. We both dream of having a willow tree of our very own someday. It's such a great tree with endless possibilities for play. I can still remember the feel of the branches between my fingers and toes from the willow tree behind my grandparents' home.

We visited this particular willow tree for a picnic after VBS last week. My children could have spent all day playing in the shade the big tree provided for them. They tied branches together to make swings, created crowns from fallen branches and pretended to give special willow medicine to their sick dolls.

Further proving that children do not need very many toys. Nature along and their imagination is more than enough.


midnight and K 2007

K and Midnight 2007

p.s. - Thank you for your advice on the washer! I am still researching, and it seems the more I research, the more confused I become! I hope to have a decision by this week *fingers crossed*
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Sunday, March 23, 2014

Nostalgic Organizing

organizing tea shelf tea shelf tea shelf tea shelf tea shelf I do believe I may possibly be the world's least organized person. It's not do to lack of trying, believe me, I try and try again but I just simply can not pull it off. I get distracted easily or end up feeling overwhelmed and confused over where things should belong. Once in a blue moon I might find myself taking on a small organizational task, such as my yarn stash, but give it a week or two and it's right back to the mess it used to be. I might just be a lost cause.

Kevin, on the other hand, is a master organizer. I try to enlist his help when I can but unfortunately with his job and our dogs, it doesn't happen as often and I wish. Thankfully last weekend was a different story. Frustrated by the small pantry in our current kitchen I needed to find a way to get some of our staples out of the way yet still easily accessible.  Inspired by the wonderful Katherine, I pulled out some of our grains and put them in glass jars with chalkboard labels. I love the way they look. It motivates me to get some more of out basics out of the pantry and stored in plain view (in an aesthetically pleasing way, hopefully.)

As I was sorting through our pantry items I noticed that we have quite a bit of tea, but really, shouldn't we all?!  I know at least Mackenzie would agree with me. I realized how much space would be saved if we could somehow get all of the tea boxes out of there. Then I remembered a couple of vintage berry crates I had, simple treasures from a impromptu trip to Aurora, Oregon with a wonderful friend last spring. I thought if I could just add shelves to it, I could put the tea in that and hang it up. I presented my idea to Kevin and before I knew it, I had my very own tea shelf (thank you, thank you, thank you, Kevin!) I can not tell you how happy it made me! C and I cleaned it up and put a nice coat of beeswax polish on it then hung it up and organized the tea on it. The children love that they can easily see all of their tea options now and I love the nostalgic feelings it brings and how Kevin put it all together for me. Every time I look at that tea shelf I will remember that sunny spring day in beautiful Oregon and the dearest of friends we spent it with.

Perhaps, with baby steps (and a bit of nostalgia), this organizing thing isn't so very bad after all!
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Sunday, September 1, 2013

To the faithful departed

Baptisim Baptisim Baptisim IMG_5780 IMG_5775 By grace alone, I was able to get my children Baptized today. Such a happy day!! My girls have been waiting and waiting for this day. Their Baptism was a huge priority for me and I worked so hard to try and get it done before we moved. I didn't think it would all come together but at the very last minute, it did. We stopped the craziness around us to savor this moment in our lives.

No time for handmade Baptismal gowns; a quick stop at the thrift store would suffice. No one to take pictures of it all; the feelings in my heart and a couple of quick pics (with two of my three children a bit tired and ready to go home) at the end will do just fine.

I called my Mom a couple of days ago to let her know it was happening and she said that my Grandfather would be so happy. Her words stuck with me. My Grandpa was such an important person in my life - he was really always more of a father than a grandfather to me. I always said I would be okay in life as long as I had him and my cat. He passed away in his sleep on father's day when I was twenty years old. I can remember it all so clearly. I was living on the other side of the country (from my family in NY) in California at the time. I had called him earlier in the day to wish him a happy father's day and he wasn't at all like himself when I talked to him. He told me I needed to stop goofing around and get my life together.

I took his death pretty hard and in some ways I don't feel like that is something I could ever fully recover from. But I did listen to his words and finally got my life together. I owed it to him and myself. Thank you Grandpa. This is for you!


p.s. Don't forget to enter for you chance to win a one on one parenting session with Early Endeavors here.

p.p.s - Because I don't want to forget this - Little L kept telling us the story of his Baptism all day long today - "Bubba hot amen dupe dupe!!" translation - I had warm holy water poured on my head!
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Sunday, November 4, 2012

Squirrels, a Golden Goose and Roman Numerals - Oh My!

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bye-bye pumpkins!
What we woke up to one morning. The pumpkins were fine the night before!

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Jacques - see his scar? (taken through our kitchen window)

squirrel mail!

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Golden Goose (G) Waldorf Alphabet
The Waldorf Alphabet: Golden Goose - Can you see the 'G' in the goose?

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Roman numerals (and Saint Martin)

I have been thinking a lot of my Grandpa this past week. He was such a big part of my life. I pulled out his book of prayers from the war (WWII) and used it while praying for him on All Souls Day. Something little that has been bringing him to mind even more so lately is the group of squirrels visiting us on a daily basis outside our kitchen windows. I admit I love those furry creatures. I named one of them (that has an easily identifiable scar on his nose) Jacques in honor of him. My Grandpa had an endearing relationship with squirrels. I can still see him in his backyard feeding them peanuts from his hands.  He had names for each squirrel but the one that I clearly remember was one names Jacques. I always thought my Grandpa had some sort of gift or special power to be able to get so close to the squirrels. I tried time and again but they wouldn't come anywhere near me. I think squirrels will forever remind me of him.
I found it quite fitting that we received our latest Mariposa Forest story over the weekend and it was from Alistair Squirrel. Psst. You can win some of these stories yourself here!

Our lead sled dog is down and out. He has been limping for weeks now but he goes back and forth between his front paws. Huskies live to run, breathe to run, so weeks of no exercise is unacceptable to our poor Paw Paw. Kevin took him to the vet Saturday and they couldn't find anything wrong but some soreness between two of his vertebrae. They gave him a cold laser treatment to help soothe the pain as well as some homeopathic meds to bring home and serve him until we see results. When Kevin came home to report the news I first has a sense of relief that it wasn't anything serious but that was quickly followed by a short twinge of envy. Can you believe it? Me, envious over my dog? The horrible pain my back has been in the past year or so due my diastasis had me wishing I got some of the cold laser treatment myself!
I hope old blue eyes (he's my little Frank Sinatra, don't ya know?) heals soon, he gets so crazy when he sees the other dogs leaving to exercise without him. Seeing him act this way reminded me of how down I feel when I can't run and I haven't been running in months... I hope things change and I can get back to it someday soon.

I may have found a new sewing soundtrack for this upcoming Christmas season sew-a-thon: Mumford and Sons (Thanks,Ginny!). I get a huge dose of energy when I hear them, which is just what I need while sewing. Last year's soundtrack was a mix of the Avett Brothers and Ella Fitzgerald.

Speaking of Ginny, she is hosting a giveaway for some lovely Luna Grey yarn this weekend. You know how much I adore this yarn, and I think all of you would, too, so I wanted to pass on the news. But hurry, it ends Monday!

I meant to tie in those number and letter pictures with news on K but I think I have already said too much for this post. But I will say there is much excitement in the air around our home. K will be an angel in a Martinmas pageant this Friday. I still can't get over how big she is getting!
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Monday, May 28, 2012

Treasures (& memories) found

My family and I spent the weekend going through boxes in our garage (You know, those boxes that have been there untouched since we moved in almost three years ago). What a rewarding and much needed chore.

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I found some of my favorite horses from childhood. (Was anyone else as obsessed with Breyer horsesas I was?) I even found my favorite books along with them. I can't wait to read them to the girls! I grew up on Marguerite Henry books but always had a love for her book Misty of Chincoteaguethe most. My mom encouraged this love by taking me on a trip to Chincoteague Island over summer vacation one year. I can still remember it so clearly. It is one of my best memories (Although seeing the real Misty stuffed was quite a shocker to me. In my young mind I thought that the story of Misty was very recent and that I would see her running in a pasture or something along those lines.)

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K found my box of saris and needed to try one on. I told her that they were all adult size and way too huge for her but she was still very adamant that she needed to try one on. So I did my best to make it fit her and she was quite happy with the outcome proclaiming that she looked like someone dressed up as Mother Mary in a Nativity play.

Grandpa (and Grandma)
Picture taken back home in New York by my Mom on her new fangled phone

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But the biggest treasure of all was finding my Grandpa's prayer book that he carried with him during WWII (just in time for Pentecost, too!). I have been longing for it so much lately. (This kind of jumps into the 'journey conversation' I have been meaning to talk about. I have to say I am loving this journey I am on.) My Grandfather meant the world to me, he was like a father to me so I hold him very close to my heart. I have been thinking about him a lot lately with Father's Day approaching. He passed away on that day when I was twenty, so it has become a hard day for me. I'll never forget our last conversation. I was living in California at the time and he was back home in upstate New York. It was as if he knew his time was near because he told me to straighten my life up and go to college. He never spoke so seriously to me before and until then was always very light hearted in his conversations. When I got the phone call the next day that he was gone, I did what he asked of me - I owed it to him.

His prayer book is sitting on my desk next to me as I type this. Glancing over at it I now feel the need to shut down my computer and curl up with my sleeping baby and read.

Happy Pentecost and Memorial Day everyone!


P.s - In case you missed out on the beautiful weather set giveaway from Armadillo Dreams, I thought I would share with all of you that they have 3 day sale going on from 5/26 to 5/28 and everything is 25% off! There is no coupon code needed, they discounted everything up front. Makes it easy for everyone!
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