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.





Monday, September 18, 2017

 Did you like your childhood home? What did you like or not like about it?

I'm not sure how to answer this question. The home as in the building itself? Or the home as in the place and people? I'll try both ways.

Drat! I wish I could find the photos of the outside of the house. The outside did not convey the inside at all. The main floor had 4 rooms. Living room. dining room, bedroom, and kitchen.

The living room had the heater in it. It was probably 4 x 4 feet and was in the floor. It was the only heat source for the house. It got mighty hot in the winter. We used to put our scarves and mittens on it to dry when we came in from outdoors. And you certainly didn't want to step on in with only stocking feet.  I guess you could say it was a cozy room. It was filled with antiques. A wonderful piano. Old, old wall paper. Eventually my uncle put in a carpet for that room. Why, I don't know.

The dining room was my favorite room. It had hard wood floors. Antiques galore that even at a young age I appreciated their beauty and the sentimental value of them. This room had almost floor to ceiling windows on 2 sides. There was a big old oak cupboard in the dining room. I believed it to come over with my grandfather when he came from Germany. That and a couple of other pieces that matched the carving. I don't know if it is true or not, but I like the story. There were so many wonderful treasures in this cupboard. Things that fed my young imagination.  Besides holding my mom's china and crystal  it kept her S & P collection safe. Once in a very great while I was allowed to take these out of their safe place and ohh and awe them. In the bottom of the cupboard were books and mugs and music sheets. It was a treasure trove for my mind.

The kitchen and bedroom were just that. The bedroom belonged to my mom. It had a few antiques also. 

Sounds like a pretty good house. Except...the toilet was in the basement. There wasn't a shower or a tub. The basement had all kinds of scary spiders. In the summertime wood was placed over the floor drain and a garden hose was used for a shower. It was too cold down there for a shower in the winter, and in the spring it flooded with water. I remember wading through water over my ankles to use the toilet. I think that is why today my bathroom is the cleanest room in the house.

My brother's and my bedrooms were on the 2nd story. My room was above the living room. The floor was warm in the winter, but that was all. I remember frost on the walls in the morning. Luckily my grandmother had made lots of quilts. Piles and piles of quilts. And I sure got out of bed quickly in the morning and downstairs.

So I don't know if I liked the house or not. Maybe parts of it.

This is a long post. Maybe it is best not to answer the other part of the question as I saw it. It would lead me into all sorts of bad memories that I am not up to for today. Maybe another time.