Monday, January 15, 2018

For The Love of Muriel




I am so glad my mother thought to save items I wrote....I found my treasure today....I made the paper in 1998, so will share it with you...

Touched by Victorian "baby book", Texas woman sought family

Editors Note:  the following is an article written by staff reporter for The Evansville Press Patricia Swann in Evansville, Indiana, on December 25, 1997, about one of our local resident's search for the family of a "precious treasure"--an eighty year old- plus baby book. 

As soon as Gaynelle Callaway saw the robin's egg blue volume at the Cross Plains (Texas) Library's used book sale, "I just knew it was a precious book"
After she started to read it-a baby book more than 80 years old-she decided it was indeed "a precious treasure". Too precious to be kept by strangers. She felt it had to be returned to the family, whoever they might be.
It took her a telephone call to the Evansville Press, some local historical research and a call to Fort Worth , but today-on Christmas morning-a little boy will get to look at pictures and read about the grandmother who died two years before he was born.
"You can just tell how much this mother loved her baby", said Callaway, a nurse. "I cried all the time I was reading it."
The baby was Muriel Marjorie Van Dyke, born September 29,1911 to Roscoe and Mabel Van Dyke at the family home, 26 Jefferson Street, in Evansville.
In spidery, old- fashioned script Mabel Van Dyke faithfully recorded details of Muriel's early life, from her nurse-Miss Lilly Metz, paid $2 for the first day- to her first baby present- "from Papa, red rose buds. 
Her first "outing" was at 4 weeks October 18. On front porch, held by Grandma Neale (a nurse) while Momma went driving.
Locks of her hair are in the book, with the notation: "when I was just a few days old, they robbed me of a lock that hung, down at the nape of my neck, and still I had so much, it will never be missed." By June, her bangs had been cut three times "and hair peeps below bonnet".

She had the usual round of childhood illnesses: tonsillitis in June of 1912, followed by an ear inflammation, "indigestion attack" in May 1913 and "grip" in January 1914.
The book details her many names. To father, she was 'darling". Grandma called her 'Child" and Grandpa "Little Pet". Great-grandpa called her "beauty" and her aunts referred to her as "angel". To her mother, she was just "Muriel"
Between two and three years old, she began to talk in sentences. Spotting an  electric car "standing by McCurdy's , (she said) "Momma, is that an itric ?"
Another time she said, "I got a headache. Give me a catterpillar".
At 3, Van Dyke wrote, "on election day, Mama reading a letter "Well, Papa isn't coming home". Muriel, "You lonesome little girl." Pause, Muriel, "Mama ! Let's get somebody else to live with us."
When Callaway,  a devout Christian, read of little Muriel saying, "I do not want to sit at Jesus' feet. I'd rather sit in his lap," she became convinced she was supposed to get the book back to family members.




For the Love of Muriel

We managed to bring home a box of papers Mom had saved over the years, lots of treasures....one was a story I wrote and the excitement of finding a family....more to add to it, just tired of typing...LOL
I am so glad my mother thought to save items I wrote....I found my treasure today....I made the paper in 1998, so will share it with you...
Touched by Victorian "baby book", Texas woman sought family
Editors Note: the following is an article written by staff reporter for The Evansville Press Patricia Swann in Evansville, Indiana, on December 25, 1997, about one of our local resident's search for the family of a "precious treasure"--an eighty year old- plus baby book.
As soon as Gaynelle Callaway saw the robin's egg blue volume at the Cross Plains (Texas) Library's used book sale, "I just knew it was a precious book"
After she started to read it-a baby book more than 80 years old-she decided it was indeed "a precious treasure". Too precious to be kept by strangers. She felt it had to be returned to the family, whoever they might be.
It took her a telephone call to the Evansville Press, some local historical research and a call to Fort Worth , but today-on Christmas morning-a little boy will get to look at pictures and read about the grandmother who died two years before he was born.
"You can just tell how much this mother loved her baby", said Callaway, a nurse. "I cried all the time I was reading it."
The baby was Muriel Marjorie Van Dyke, born September 29,1911 to Roscoe and Mabel Van Dyke at the family home, 26 Jefferson Street, in Evansville.
In spidery, old- fashioned script Mabel Van Dyke faithfully recorded details of Muriel's early life, from her nurse-Miss Lilly Metz, paid $2 for the first day- to her first baby present- "from Papa, red rose buds.
Her first "outing" was at 4 weeks October 18. On front porch, held by Grandma Neale (a nurse) while Momma went driving.
Locks of her hair are in the book, with the notation: "when I was just a few days old, they robbed me of a lock that hung, down at the nape of my neck, and still I had so much, it will never be missed." By June, her bangs had been cut three times "and hair peeps below bonnet".

Friday, October 28, 2016

Water Level Marker

I am married to a comedian.....LOL....tonight, Marty and Benny went to the ballgame in Moran....Benny's old school..and so it became my job to lock up the chickens tonight....got my flashlight, and went out to lock them up....I noticed that one group had knocked over the water jug, so I took it out, pulled off the top, and started the water in it......and I had to bust out laughing...Benny had put a red and white bobbin in the jug, I guess to see where the water level is, and I got the giggles.....so I filled it up, and of course, dumped it over....had to start over, but got it filled, the feeder filled and they are ready to be let out in the morning....My whole life is a laugh with this man....he is my joy.......

Thursday, April 7, 2016

Love is Laughter

Benny Is just sooooooo funny....Laughter every day,,,,,the funny songs he sings to me.....today was hilarious.....I had on a new T shirt...and the thin plastic ties that hold it on the coat hanger were just bugging me....so I stuck my hand inside my shirt and started just ripping them off and throwing them in the trash....He busted out laughing and told me I reminded him of his Granny...LOL..He said, "She would put her hand in her bosom and move it around and explain that she knew when she had left home that morning, she had two of them....and would do it several times...and then yell out....YES....here is one of them...and pull out a tiny white hanky,,,,and he would laugh and laugh....and then he told me how Granny would give people Smart Pills...he said they were dried up goat berries...he said some guy tried to eat two of them and explained they just tasted like crap...and she said...SEE..they are working...You are getting smarter....and more laugher....and then he tells me he used to put a dried goat berry or rabbit berry up his nose, and he and his cousins would blow them at each other...and he looks at me with his precious smile, and says, "Well, we did not have TV ya know......and then this house rings with laugher from both of us....yes, I know how blessed I am....from heart rocks to wild flowers, I am blessed.....

Sunday, February 28, 2016

Bad Boy...Bad Boy...Whatcha gonna do.....

Today has been one of those ugly days.....It started early for me, about eight AM, and I got Buddy out of his dog kennel and started down the steps to chain him.....Hmmmmm.....what are those ice cream cone wrappers doing on the ground like that????......and then more problems...His dog house had been thrown into my huge water container that holds rain water....pots of flowers all dumped out....chairs overturned and thrown where they do not belong...the table moved across the yard and turned on its' side..the dog kennel outside had been filled with hay, so my coffee water is ruined....
..looked in the freezer to discover all of my ice cream cones but two were gone....I had bought two boxes..ten in each box....venison...gone...hamburger meat...gone...Benny's hot ketchup...gone....BBQ....gone. summer sausage and cheese...gone...and what else is gone, I have yet to discover....We went to get into my truck for church to only discover ice cream cones and ketchup smeared all over the windows , also all over Benny's truck.....we went on to church and came back in, and I called the Police to come and take a vandalism report.....the officer kept all the papers off the ice cream cones for fingerprints, and took pictures....I never touched the cones, just dropped them into the freezer, so hopefully we will get results off them....cannot figure out exactly who did this but I have one in mind....sadly, we do so much, for so many, and there are always a few bad apples in the bunch....but karma will come into play some day....somewhere.....some time....Benny had to wash the trucks as the acid will eat the paint.....cannot wait for a police report.....









Friday, December 11, 2015

Peas in the Pudding

Benny pulled a good one tonight....we had eaten dinner and he said he had to go lock up the chickens, and he would get some dessert later....I had some of the leftover bread pudding left, very small amount.....he hollered at me.....Why did you put peas in the pudding ? Told him I did not such thing....Well, he sAys, just come and look.....the pyrex dish was sitting on a decorated pot holder that has peas on it....I really got to laughing over this one......He was still laughing as he headed out the door to the chicken coop......

Sunday, November 29, 2015

Remembering Jane....

I woke up in the middle of the night with our cousin, Jane on my mind....she has been gone for awhile , but I miss her...I felt closer to her than anyone in Benny's family...we both loved animals, she raised her horses and I raised my goats...we both loved coffee, and she always put a fresh pot on when we went to the old homeplace a Stephens County..I always loved her Christmas Cards, she drew them by hand, and they were always of horses....and one year she sent one in the mail to us and addressed it to "Dipsh** Callaway 's and I laughed till I cried..she thought it was hillarious as well...when she had a new foal, she called me and told me it was mine and she named it Derrier...LOL..when you visited her, it was not unusual to see a crow flying around in the kitchen and playing cards with you or talking, or a skunk pushing open a kitchen cabinet...and Jane would laugh...I miss her....but the memories are so vivid....She was a cancer survivor...she smoked a pipe and had to have part of her jaw and all the palate removed...she was a fighter...I would check on her and she would tell me to just wait till she put her prothesis in so I could understand her...then she told me she just could not eat peas anymore, she would put them in her mouth and they would fall out her nose....and we would both laugh till we cried...so many tears amoung the laugher...Love you, Jane