Friday, October 20, 2017

Fall's Finale For Friday Foto Friends

Joining everyone at Debbie's for Friday Foto Friends.

My favorite piece of water. Locally, that is.
The St. Croix. Last weekend I got right down to the water's edge. No editing on this photo.
I tried to get creative with my editing. Almost black and white, but not quite.

This isn't at the river. It is out of order. I think the way the colors blend it looks like a painting.
This is the same as the second photo with different editing.

It was a glorious day!
I really don'e like seeing this in the tree after the leaves are all gone.
I have never ever ever decorated for fall. My first attempt. 
Please meet Anna, Franz, and Crow.
The dog's name if Victor. And, please ignore the propane tank.


Friday, October 6, 2017

Joining in the fun this Fantastically Fall Friday at Friday Foto Friends.

I might not like fall, because winter is soon to follow, but I do enjoy the colors. The sumac a beautiful.
 We have had so much rain this last week that the river is very high. I tried something different with this photo.
 I don't know if you can see or tell how deep the water is, but the trees are in it. This is the overflow for the river. The overflow is almost overflowing.

 The overflow in the other side of the river.
I have put away all of the summer plants. All except this petunia pot. It just keeps on blooming. There are even some new buds on it.
 It is fun to see bird nests in the trees once the leaves are gone. I did not like to see this though.

Does anyone know how to keep the CLOUD from getting the photos? They seem to go there and not my computer, and then I can't edit them.





Wednesday, October 4, 2017


After the events that started out our week we need a break from the news reports, the tears, the horror. The Hodgepodge will get us all...at least for a little while, away from those things.


From this Side of the Pond

1.  Have you ever spent time on a farm? Tell us a little bit about it. Have you ever grown your own pumpkin? Been on a hayride? Driven a tractor? Milked a cow?
The summer  I was 10 we went to Washington state to visit my uncle. He had a dairy farm. Yes, while there I did milk a cow just so I could say I had. The milking was done by machine. I remember seeing the HUGE stainless steel vats that held the milk until the milkman came. This should have been a good memory for a 10 year old, and most of it is, but some parts a truly scary. I saw my first skunk.  Being a city kid I started to chase it. One of the farm hands snatched me up before any damage could be done. My brother and I were told many times not to play in the hay barn. MANY. But, who could resist? Not us. We climbed up into the loft, saw a long rope hanging from a nail. We decided it would be great fun to swing on the rope to the other side of the loft. A space of about 30 feet. My brother who was 6 at the time went first. He swung over as if he were Tarzan. He swung back to me.  My Turn! I swung. And I stopped. In the middle. Hanging in the middle of this 30 foot span. Probably 75 feet off the ground. There I stayed. Brother cried, I cried. I finally, after what seemed like hours, moved my body which moved the rope. Eventually I was able to get enough momentum so my brother could grab the end and pull me to safety. And another reason I am afraid of heights was born. On the way out of the barn I told my brother we could not tell anyone, because we weren't supposed to be in there. What was the first thing he did when we got to the house? Squealed just like a brother would! "Mom, guess what Trudy did?" We did go see to the ocean for a couple of days. Went salmon fishing in the Columbia River. I experienced my first camping adventure.
I did grow a pumpkin once. Sort of. It was very small. It was not of the tiny variety just a very small pumpkin.
When we first moved to the country we tried to get our son into 4H. I say tried, because will it didn't work out. Long sad, horrible story, with a victorious ending. Anyway, yes we went on a hayride that fall with members of the 4H group.
I  don't think I have actually ever driven a tractor. However, I have ridden with the driver.


2. What's something younger you would like about you now? 
For the most part I have to say I am the same person I was when I was younger. I don't think my beliefs have changed any. Fight for the underdog, fight for what is right, and true, and just, fight for children, fight for the freedom of people. Those are things I still do. One thing I would like about myself from younger days was my weight. I was a tiny little thing. I didn't have to worry about what I ate. I never gained. This is until I started to gain. Now I can't get it off.
3. What are three things you'd like to do more often? Three things you'd like to do less often?
1. I would like to go to the city more often. I like living in the country, but I miss the city. I miss my friends, I miss the convenience, the noise, the beauty of Minneapolis, all of it. 2. I would like to go fishing more often. I haven't been fishing since about 1997. 3. I would like to go to church more often. I haven't been able to find a church here that I am comfortable in. 
Less often? 1. Dishes 2. Laundry 3. Deciding what's for dinner

4. What's on your nachos?
The basics. Burger, jalapeno peppers, lots of cheese, onions, tomatoes,  guac, sour cream, and salsa.

5. What's the most random thing in your purse or wallet? Does it need to stay there?
HMMMM. I have a small tape measure, because you never know when you will need to measure something. In my make-up bag I have my eyebrow tweezers, because I can't find it anywhere else. In the bag I also have the tool I use when making rugs. I lose it if it isn't in my purse.  I purposely have a VERY large purse. It is tote bag overnight size. This is so I can carry my camera everywhere I go. Because, well you know, just in case a photo op comes along, Are those random even though they each have a reason for being in the purse?
6.  Insert your own random thought here.
I know that after the horrifying event in Las Vegas many people will wonder when it will end.  I know that evil does not win. God does. God, and all his goodness and all his love. Many people will wonder where God was on that evening. He was there, but he wasn't doing the shooting. A man overcome, overpowered by Satan was. God was there to bring the victims home to Him. I am sure He cried throughout the entire time. We can not barricade ourselves in our homes. We can not live in fear. We must continue on knowing that nothing will happen to us until God calls us home. If we forget that and do become fearful Satan and his minions win. 
And just because we need some beauty...

My driveway. I think it is beautiful. It 450 feet from the road.







God shines His grace on Thee.

Wednesday, September 27, 2017

Hodgepodge September 27, 2017

Joining the Hodge Podge this week. Great fun for all!

From this Side of the Pond


1. What pets did you have while growing up? Tell us a little something about them.
There were always pets. We had those little tiny turtles that could be purchased from Woolworth's. They always managed to get out of their bowl. Somehow. We had cats and dogs and gerbils and hamsters. Mostly cats and dogs though. I brought them home. My brother brought them home. Even my mom brought then home. We always joked that it was a good thing we didn't live in the country or we would be bringing home chickens, cows, and horses.

Me and Ginger. She liked to have her kittens on my mom's bed.


 Me and Teddy.  Teddy would jump up onto the piano bench, and press on the keys. His treats were on top of the piano.


2. What is one thing you absolutely must accomplish today?
I MUST wash a load of towels. How can a household of 2 people run out of clean towels? I have tons of towels. However, it seems that they are all dirty. I used a face cloth to dry my hands this morning.
3. Where were you ten years ago? What were you doing there?
I was probably right where I am today. Wondering how in the world 2 people have run out of clean towels. Not much changes here.
4. September 26th is National Dumpling Day. Did you celebrate? Apple dumpling, xiao long bao (steamed Chinese dumpling), chicken and dumplings, pirogi, matzoh balls, or gnocchi...which dumpling on this list would be your dumpling of choice? Have you ever made homemade dumplings of any kind?
If apple dumplings are baked I would enjoy making them. If they are fried I wouldn't even try. I don't fry things because of the mess frying creates. Occasionally in the winter for lunch I will make some matzo ball soup. It fills our tummies and tastes oh so good. Every once in a while I do make chicken and dumplings.  I have a new recipe that takes almost all the work out of the dumplings. I make it more often now.
5. 'There are two kinds of adventurers: those who go truly hoping to find an adventure and those who go secretly hoping they don't.' William Trogdon
So which kind are you?
I am hoping for adventure. Even a trip to the corner gas station could provide me with an adventure. Seeing people, talking to people, learning something new. All adventures. Especially new places can give adventure. Oh, and being lost somewhere isn't so bad if you think of it as a grand adventure.
6. Insert your own random thought here.
The rain goes on and on and on. For days now. I should say nights. It rains at night and leaves the gloom behind for the daytime. I need some sun! I have things outside that need attending to, but it is just too wet to even try. 

Mr. Toad is contemplating the world conditions. Everything. Crazy people in charge of countries, why there is so much rain here, why we ALL need health insurance, why it is OK to quietly protest, while a crazy man can't keep his mouth shut and his nose out of what isn't his business. Why doesn't he just do what he said he was going to do?  

Ok, so Toad decided on a couple of things. Crazy men in charge of countries because too many people have gone away from God. This is the result. Too much rain? For whatever reason God says we need it. Health insurance? Because we all get sick once in a while. Sometimes seriously so.  A loud mouth opinionated person not doing his job? Because he is a fake.

Have a good week everyone! 

Tuesday, September 26, 2017



What is your hometown known for? In other words, what makes it special?
I think Robbinsdale is known for it's small town quality while being right next door to a large city. There is a business on the "main street" that has been there since I was a kid. A fresh meat butcher shop. It is family run with generations of the same family running it. On a corner there is still a bakery from my childhood. That bakery has changed hands over the years, but it has always been a bakery. The hardware store of my childhood is still there, but under a different franchise. Things don't change too very much, and that is a good thing.



 Does your hometown experience all four seasons? If not, which ones does it skip over?
Oh my yes. In Minnesota you better believe there are 4 seasons. 
Spring is my favorite. Everything is new and fresh. The birds come back to nest for the next few months. The trees begin greening up. The ice is out of the lakes to allow us to see the beautiful water.
Winter can be harsh here. I remember as a kid not knowing that the winter was bad or difficult. Why would I ? All I cared about is if the snow was sticky enough to build a snowman or snowballs. Or to go sledding. Or to build a snow fort. I would stay outside til my fingers and toes were numb from the cold. I would go into the house to warm up, put on dry mittens and socks and head back out.
Today? Winter and I don't get along. The first year out of the city on October 31 we had the blizzard of the century. The snow started about 1 PM, and by the time it stopped we had 37 inches of snow! The next day we were physically on our roof shoveling it off. Our neighbor always plowed for us, but it took him 2 days just to get from his house to ours 1/4 miles away. It was quite the deal.
I like all 4 seasons, and would miss then if I lived somewhere that didn't have them. However, there are parts of each one that don't thrill me at all.




Saturday, September 23, 2017




Are you ever homesick for your hometown?
I think what I miss most about the hometown is the way of life. I was younger and things moved more slowly. Now it seems everyday just whizzes by, and I never have accomplished anything. Most of the people I knew when I lived there have moved on so that would not be the reason I missed it. I do miss the feeling of small town living. You'd think that living where I do now I would get the small town vibe, but I don't. I have been here 20+ years and still feel like an outsider. I guess maybe I do miss my hometown.
How's that for a clear and concise thought? Clear as mud.



 Does your hometown have a website? Please share the link.
I didn't know if Robbinsdale had a website or not. I found it, and enjoyed watching the videos provided, and learning some new things about my town.
Watching the videos brought back so many memories. 

http://robbinsdalemn.com/home

Friday, September 22, 2017

It's Friday and time for Foto Friends. 

I know I post a lot of photos of the St. Croix, but I love the beauty of this piece of water. Being a river it is constantly moving, constantly changing. Everyday it looks different to me. Especially with the seasons about to change.
This one here reminded me of a shark.



A couple of late photos of the fairy garden. This little guy better hurry and catch his limit or he will be ice fishing.
The bunnies, hedgehogs, and kitty are all deciding where to go for the winter. I think the little Master of the Garden wants them all live with him.
Mr. Toad is contemplating the heat index on this the first day of fall.
. The view up the road from Wisconsin. I live at the top of that hill and to the left. The hill is steep and long.


I'm a bit under the weather this week, and I am a day behind on Where I Come From. I am catching up today.





Were there any flowers growing in your yard back home? What kind? Were you or your parents good gardeners?
My mom didn't do any gardening, but people in her family must have.
 There was a huge area that had once been a garden plot. In fact, we referred to it as the garden. 
In front of this space along the entire front were pink, white, and red peonies. Along the side that made up the backyard were these really big bushes. I am not sure what they were. I remember calling them snowball flowers. That's what they looked like...big ol' snowballs.
 Along the alleyway the back was bordered with lilac bushes. These were the deep purple, the white, and the light lilac colors. These bushes were HUGE! As kids we climbed in them from one to another. We played house underneath them. Once we were digging holes ...very deep holes we found a piece of Indian pottery. A bowl!
 Along the side of the house (why can't I find the photos?) were Lilies of the Valley, and a grapevine that was attached to the house. 
The front of the house had Lily of the Valley, and Jack in the Pulpit. When your mother tells you NOT to eat the berries of this plant be sure to mind her. If you don't you mouth will feel like it is on fire. I have first had experience with this.
So, even though we didn't do any gardening we were graced with lots of beautiful flowers.



 Did you have chores when you were a kid? What were they? What did you think about having chores? What was your least favorite chore? Is it still?

I did have chores as a kid. When I was younger than 5 it was my job to dust the lower parts of the Venetian blinds, and the rungs of all the chairs. Once a week.
 I didn't mind doing this.  I knew once my mom and I were done with these weekly chores we would sit at the piano. She would play from old song books and we would both sing along. Songs like Clementine, Jeannie with the Light Brown Hair, Bicycle Built for Two. We would spend hours at it. It is one of my favorite memories
As I grew older I was required to help with dishes. I hated this part. I had to dry and my mom washed. She always finished before me, and I considered this highly unfair! Once my brother became old enough he had to dry and I washed. HA!
Doing dishes is on my hate list right next to spiders and mice.
It was my son's job to do dishes. When he became a junior in high school I told my husband that he had 2 years to figure out how the dishes were going to be done once William went away to college. I was not going to spend the rest of my life doing dishes. A dishwasher so appeared in the kitchen.
I do believe kids should have chores. They need to be age appropriate, but even at a young age they can be given something to do. At age 7 my son had to bring the waste basket from the bathroom and empty into the kitchen trash basket, and he had to keep his room clean. As he grew his responsibilities grew. He was taught how to cook, and to clean a house, and to do laundry.
We went to the laundromat to do laundry. At first his job was to fold the wash clothes and match the socks. Eventually, he was responsible for sorting and putting his own clothes in washers and dryers. And folding and then putting them all away. When he went away to college he called home once with a funny story. He was doing his laundry in the dorm's laundry area and a guy asked him how to do it. So William showed him. Pretty soon others came with questions. Even girls had questions. He started to charge 50 cents for each question. LOL, and enterprising young man. 
Kids need to know how to do household things. If they don't learn at home when or where will they learn? William even had to teach a girlfriend how to use a vacuum cleaner! I taught some basic cooking skills. A child needs to become self sufficient in order to survive on his/her own. As parents it is our job to teach them these necessary jobs. 
As we are teaching them the daily living jobs of cooking, cleaning, and etc we also can't forget to teach them about kindness, compassion, and love.

Wednesday, September 20, 2017

Time for another hodgepodge. I don't know how Joyce comes up with new and interesting questions each week. But, I am very glad she does. Thanks Joyce!

From this Side of the Pond
1. What's something you'd rate a 10/10? Tell us why.
10/10 is perfection. I can only think of 1 thing that means perfection. God. His love is never ending. His forgiveness is a given. The beauty he makes is awe inspiring. The patience he shows us is a wonderment. Without him I would be nothing.

2. What job would you be terrible at? What makes you think so?
Wow there are so many jobs I would not be good at.
A private in the Army, because I'm not so good at taking orders.
A nurse or PCA. I don't have the patience.
A math teacher, because I just don't get it.
A lifeguard, because I don't know how to swim.
3. When did you last take a fall? What's something you're falling for (in a good way) these days?
I am the only person I know who can fall down while standing still. I fell out of bed last week does that count? I do fall down a lot, but right now I can't think of the last time I actually fell.
Falling for something in a good way....hmmm.
The beautiful new yarn I have discovered?
 Learning how to do a C2C crochet stitch? 
The anticipation of a trip to AZ?
 Knowing what I am getting everyone for Christmas?
Spotify Prime?



4. According to the Travel Channel here are some of America's best fall festivals-

National Apple Harvest Festival (near Arendtsville PA, close to Gettysburg), Harvest on the Harbor (Portland Maine), German Village Festival (Columbus Ohio), Wellfleet Oyster Fest (Cape Cod), and Wine and Chile Fiesta (Santa Fe NM)
I have never been to any of these festivals. I would want to go to the Harvest on the Harbor in Portland Maine. Maine is on my list of places to go and things to do.

Have you ever been to any of the festivals listed? Which one appeals to you most? Does your hometown have any sort of fall celebration, and if so will you make it a point to attend?
Most towns here have summer celebrations. There is a town just north of me that has a fall celebration. They call it Rutabaga Days. Yes, rutabagas are the theme of the celebration. There is a contest for the largest grown. I have never been to it, but I do know it is very popular. 
In the city there is the Renaissance Festival. This is great fun! The people dress up in period costumes. There are jousting matches that are exciting to watch. One weekend is called "The Highland Fling" with matches to show off these skills. King Henry and his court stroll the grounds, as do Puke and Snot. King Henry will maybe involve someone in conversation, but Puke and Snot will get you involved in a hilarious skit. There are several different events that involve the commoners. Fortune tellers for the fun of it (nothing real). There are vendors selling hand made goods. Oh!, and food and drink. The best is the turkey legs. You get one of these, walk a few steps over to the salt bag, bang it on the bag and the entire leg is covered in salt. Be prepared to walk. There are places to sit and people watch, but it is much more fun to keep on the move. I haven't been in years, but now after writing about it I am feeling a need to attend. Maybe next year.

5. What is your goodbye message to summer?
So long, farewell! You were not too bad this year. I will miss your longer days filled with sunlight. I will miss the colors you bring with the wild flowers you make possible. I will not miss your heat and humidity.  Good-bye until next year.
P.S.  Could you maybe come earlier next year to make winter just a bit shorter?

6. Insert your own random thought here.
A few photos from my friends garden.










Did you have a neighborhood park/playground?  Did you play there?


There were parks close to my home. Several in fact. I did go to them. As a group we would decide what we wanted to do, and this would determine which park we went to. 

If it were summer we would go to the park with the wading pool. Winter found us by the grade school with it's big hills for sledding. Two of the parks had warming house and skating rinks in the winter.

I remember that all the parks had merry-go-rounds, monkey bars, jungle gyms, and tall tall slides.  I think I liked the merry-go-rounds the best, because I liked the feeling of being dizzy. 

If we were going to go to the park that was 6 blocks away instead of 3 we would pack a lunch. LOL. Peanut butter sandwiches and Kool Aid and potato chips.

The parks were a place for great fun.

Tuesday, September 19, 2017




Did you have any pets in your childhood home? If so, please tell me about them. If you have a photograph of any of your childhood pets, please share.

We always had a pet or two. I seemed to drag home strays. My mom being softhearted mostly let them stay. 

We had cats and dogs. My brother and I often had those miniature turtles you could buy at Woolworth's. I don't know how it happened but it seemed like they would always escape their dishes and end up dead somewhere in the house. 

My brother had gerbils for a while. I am not sure why he liked them. I usually ended up cleaning their cage, which I hated doing. Hmmm, maybe that's why he like them...to torment me.


This is Teddy. He is the first pet I remember. He was a cocker spaniel. He used to jump up on the piano bench, would push on the keys. He was asking for his treats that were kept on top of the piano. I was 5 in the photo. Not a great photo, but it is 56 years old after all.

This is Ginger. One of the strays I mentioned. I was 10 in the photo, making it 1965. We had her until 1975. She escaped many times only to return home with surprises for us in a few short weeks.  One time she had the surprises in the middle of the night. On my mom's bed!We were always able to find homes for her surprises. One boy we did keep. We named him Sylvester. I can't find a photo of him. Ginger was a bright orange stripe. A rare color for a female cat most are males. Just like most calico cats are female.
 


I brought home a black lab one time. I was about 16 then. Poor doggy was being abused and neglected by his owner (a friends parents).  The parents would once in a while give him water but like as not it might be beer in his water dish. I kind of stole him. Well, not kind of. I did steal him. I couldn't stand seeing him tied up all the time with no attention. I was about the only one to play with him. Labs are the smartest sweetest dogs of any breed . So, I took him home one day when no one was at home there. I renamed him Sabbath. It was the 70s and Black Sabbath was THE band in my world then. And of course he was a black lab. Oh, how I loved him! We had him until we moved from that house 7 years later. I gave him to a cousin. Poor Sabbath ran away from that home, ended up in the pound and my cousin refused to get him out. I didn't find out about this until it was too late to do anything.

We had a Siamese kitty for a while. My mom brought her home. We named her Baby. She was a sweet little thing. She got a fish hook caught in her mouth, and the vet couldn't get it out. We lost her that day. 

My mom brought home another stray one time. She named him Buster. He was a German Shepard mixed with a Pomeranian. The poor mommy of Buster was the Pomeranian. He was wild thing, and was not to be tamed. He had to be chained when he went outside other wise he would run the neighborhood. Sometimes he would get loose and show up at my school. The nuns would have me take him home. Sometimes more than once a week.  I only lived 4 blocks from school.

We had a Chihuahua dog. She was a tiny little thing. Her name was Chi-Chi. We got her when she was already quite old. She had bed eyes and couldn't hardly hear. She would sneak out sometimes. We knew she had gotten out when we would hear a car horn honking. Chi-Chi like to lay in the sun, unfortunately her favorite place was in the middle of the street.

Those are the pets I remember the most. I am sure I missed some. It is a good thing we didn't live out in the country. I might have brought home horses.