Wednesday, May 30, 2012

My Way

I received this in an email just moments ago and just had to share.  My eyes sprung leaks when I heard the opening note.  It is so beautiful.  I'm sure it caused a bit more emotion than usual because it took me back in time when our daughter, Julie, played the violin in school.  Oh so pretty.  I cried at every performance. 

So this one is for you Julie.  Love you.

The renowned Dutch violinist, conductor and composer, and his orchestra did a tribute to Frank Sinatra with "My Way" on his Stradivarius violin at Radio City Music Hall – New York.

Monday, May 21, 2012

Small Town Pride

The parking lot was filling up fast with cars, SUVs, vans, and many trucks.  As we hurried into the gym, our senses were greeted with the sound of excited voices, clashing perfumes, and a scene of people of all ages looking anxiously for those they were saving seats for.  The Grandmas were already fanning themselves with the programs handed out at the door, as the exhaust fans installed at each end of the building did their best to keep the place cool.  Children and parents alike were dressed better than they would be for the average day on the farm, and there were more cameras ready to flash than a bus full of Chinese tourists.  Music that I didn't always recognize was being played on the piano by the Band Director. This, my friends, is the scene of a small town graduation.

There were eleven young adults graduating from High School.  Eleven!  You can bet each and every one of those kids were friends in one way or another.  The Eighth Grade graduating class had burgeoned to more than double that number - I think 27.  Granddaughter, Emily, was part of that class.  The Band Director playing the piano happened to be Emily's other Grandmother.  Pretty special, huh.

I'll have to admit as those young adults proudly processed into the gym, I felt a lump in my throat.  It was like I was being transported back in time to when my own children graduated, and even further back to when Jim and I moved from one phase of our lives to another.

At first I was a little dismayed when I realized we were not attending just the 8th Grade Ceremony, but rather a combination of 8th Grade and High School.  We were in for a long night and obviously needed to sit back and get comfortable on those hard folding chairs. 

As the ceremony progressed I was so glad we were here for the whole shabang.  The students spoke from the heart to each other, telling stories of each and every one of the students, as they talked.  You can do that when there are only eleven in your class.  They thanked all who helped them achieve, including family, friends, and teachers, and gave encouragement to the Eighth Grade Class that was taking their place.   For their Commencement Speaker, they had asked a former teacher (I believe she was the Librarian but don't quote me on that) to return.  She mixed humor, life experience, and advice for the future, in her speech.  She made fun of the Kardashians and Snooky, pointing out which way is the wrong direction to aspire to.  She related to the students on every level. 

As these kids (they will always be kids to me) walked onto the stage to get their diplomas and certificates, the tears welled.  I was so proud of Emily.  She has grown into such a confident, beautiful young lady. They played a video with photos from their High School Days, with a segment for each individual child that included their own personal song as their life was documented in photos.  Again, only is that possible in a small town.  When the older kids presented their parents with flowers, thanking them, and as often as not shedding tears with them, it was almost more than I could take.  Cara was hanging on to her Grandpa's arm.  She didn't know that his emotions were coming from memories of all of the students who had passed through his classroom for those 30 many years, in addition to memories of his own kids.  She just knew he needed hanging on to.

After the ceremony, we indulged in cake and ice cream, more photo takes, presents for our lovely Granddaughter, and a late night drive home.  Emily, thank you for  being the wonderful young lady you are.  We are very proud of you.  Thank you for asking us to share this experience with you.  It was great.

Sunday, May 20, 2012


I have so much to blog about that I'll probably never get around to everything I want to share.  So I thought I'd just do a quick and easy post of some cards I've made lately.  My best intention of taking pictures of my "creations" have had real poor results.  The cards invariable get sent and then I say "oh shoot, I forgot to take a picture".  But here are a few:

This card was sent to a dear friend in thank you for a present.  The brown background is strips of masking tape inked in three different colors, then clear embossed.  I really like the masculine effect it makes.

This is Emily's 8th grade graduation card.  I was really pleased with how it turned out.

The inside reads "one person can make such a difference, and that person is you!

Austin's Monster Birthday Card

Austin said he liked the card, but I believe the Icecream was the real hit!

Tuesday, May 15, 2012

Barn Charm Tuesday

It is Tuesday again - and time for Barn Charm!  Tricia is hosting, and I am joining in.

Oh, by the way, I freeze my wonderfully tart cherries (previous post) to be used in the best cherry pies in the country. 

Today's barn was spotted along Hwy. 94, not too far from Herman, MO.  It seems the countryside is dotted with barns, with a new old one around every bend.  A few times I was focused on one barn while Jim was saying, "hey, look at this one!"

There is something about these arches that is so plesing to the eye.  I'd love to renovate this into a business of some sort. 

Speaking of arches, can anybody guess where we were this past weekend?

More on that later...

Saturday, May 12, 2012

Seeing Red

This was the second picking of cherries earlier this week.

This is what the cherry tree looked like AFTER we picked!  We've picked one more time since... the birds are going to enjoy the rest..

Whiskey was absolutely no help.  Lazy mutt...

Tuesday, May 8, 2012

Barn Charm Tuesday

Today I am once again joining Barn Charm Tuesday!

This barn charm is dedicated to my fellow blogger friend, Iggy. 

As part of my last Barn Charm post, I mentioned that I had received a special something in the mail from a blog buddy. When my friend, Patti, commented, she asked if it was from "the guy".  She hit the nail on the head, "The Guy" sent me a book of barns!  Barns of Bucks County, authors Jeffrey L. Marshall & Willis M. Rivinus.  (Bucks County Pennsylvania)

His note says "Enclosed is a little treat for you.  I know both authors personally.  Willis M. Rivinus even has a   "wiki" entry.  If you find a "charming" barn in the book that you think I should 'go over and take some more snaps' for, let me know :) "  I plan to take him up on that offer!

What a true friend.

This book is wonderful!..  It not only includes pictures of beautiful, historic, barns.  But it gives the history of why the barns are designed the way they are.  Today I'd like to share a quote from the book:

"The word barn comes from two Old English words:  bere(meaning "baley") an ern (meaning "house" or "place").  So a barn is literally a barley house or place for storing barley.  There was another word, byre, that meant "cow house."

I really like this barn. This is a classic gambrel roof barn with a silo.   Although in obvious need of some repair, it appears to be still fulfilling a need.  Hopefully with a little TLC it will be standing for generations to come.

Now for a little more history.  According to Barns of Buck County, Gambrel Roof Barns:  Engineering research led to the development of the gambrel truss form using sawn lumber.  The shape of the gambrel roof allowed a larger loft space to store hay than the gable roof allowed.  In addition to providing  more space, these barns used less material and small dimensional lumber.  The small length of the wooden members made it easy to change direction, resulting in the ability to create a number of different kinds of curved roof shapes including convex profiles and flared gambrel profiles.  Storage of silage in silos became popular after 1880." (authors: Jeffrey L. Marshall & Willis M. Rivinus.)

Again Iggy, thank you so much.  I love the book!

Saturday, May 5, 2012

Take time

Sometimes we need to take a day to stop and smell the roses.
And if we aren't willing to make the time on our own, then maybe a little prompting will do the trick.

Incentive to take a day to "just be" came on Friday, when Reagan's babysitter took a day off work and we got to take care of her.  We had a wonderful day!

We took time to make cinnamon roll pancakes.  Reagan is stirring the cinnamon and brown sugar mixture to swirl over the grilling pancakes. 

We took time to eat on the screened-in back porch, after Reagan graciously set the table for us.

We also took time to pick cherries.  This year is going to be a great cherry year.  No birds begging me to share with them means no worms. 

The day wasn't going to e complete until we made a Mother's Day card for her mom, one of the best mothers ever!  (Hopefully I'm not spoiling a surprise, but I'm pretty sure that card made an early appearance in Alicia's hands.)  Reagan was so excited about making this.  It isn't really a card, but actually an envelope with Dove caramel chocolate candy inside.  She picked the stamps, punched out the shapes she wanted and of course colored her little heart out.  I think she did a wonderful job!  (She does too...)

Thursday, May 3, 2012

UPS Sense of Humor

Every once in a while I receive a "funny" in my email that is too good to not share.  This is one of them.  I hope you enjoy it as much as I did!
After every flight, UPS pilots fill out a form, called a 'gripe sheet,' which tells mechanics about problems with the aircraft. The mechanics correct the problems, document their repairs on the form, and then pilots review the gripe sheets before the next flight.

Never let it be said that ground crews lack a sense of humor. Here are some actual maintenance complaints submitted by UPS pilots (marked with a P) and the solutions recorded (marked with an S) by maintenance engineers.

By the way,
UPS is the only major cargo airline that has never, ever, had an accident.

P: Left inside main tire almost needs replacement.S: Almost replaced left inside main tire.

P: Test flight OK, except auto-land very rough.
S: Auto-land not installed on this aircraft.

P: Something loose in cockpit.
S: Something tightened in cockpit.

P: Dead bugs on windshield.
S: Live bugs on back-order.

P: Autopilot in altitude-hold mode produces a 200-feet-per-minute descent.
S: Cannot reproduce problem on ground.

P: Evidence of leak on right main landing gear.
S: Evidence removed.

P: DME volume unbelievably loud.
S: DME volume set to more believable level.

P: Friction locks cause throttle levers to stick.
S: That's what friction locks are for.

P: IFF inoperative in OFF mode.
S: IFF is always inoperative in OFF mode.

P: Suspected crack in windshield.
S: Suspect you're right.

P: Number 3 engine missing.
S: Engine found on right wing after brief search.

P: Aircraft handles funny. (I love this one!)
S: Aircraft warned to straighten up, fly right and be serious.

P: Target radar hums.
S: Reprogrammed target radar with lyrics..

P: Mouse in cockpit.
S: Cat installed.

P: Noise coming from under instrument panel. Sounds like a midget pounding on something with a hammer.
S: Took hammer away from the midget.

Tuesday, May 1, 2012

Barn Charm Tuesday

I am once again hooking up with Tricia's Barn Charm Tuesday.  Please head over there to check out all of the other many wonderful barns.  You'll be glad you did.

This barn, spotted along MO Hwy 179, is part of a “clothesline of quilts”, marking barns that are at least a half-century old.  Quilt block patterns are painted on 8-by-8-feet lightweight metal panels and hung on the face of a barn, where they can easily be seen from roadways.

My friendly postman brought me a present yesterday, sent my way by a long time blog friend.  The present is full of charm that I cannot wait to share in the weeks to come.  You see, my friend extended an offer that is too good to pass up.  Talk about charm... he is full of it.  But more on that later.

I believe this is the flying geese quilt pattern.  How about it quilting friends.  Am I right?