Always love to find some of my old writings....…
March 2009
Well, I woke up a happy puppy....got Mom up at 5:30AM, as usual, so I could go outside and do my morning rituals. I met the cats on the top step...OH BOY, I got to chase them out into the yard, what fun that is...they really run...wait until I learn to bark, they will hear me coming then. Back into the house, Wow, smells good. Mom is fixing breakfast. I eat my kibbles, get a drink, then run into the room where Mom and Dad are, and I make a dive into my new soft bed. It is black, has a Milk bone on the corner. I like to chew on it a little bit. Mom finally gave me a bite of egg and toast. I was really good, I just sit and give her "that look"...you know, the starving dog one...yep, works every time. I have good manners, and she tells me what a good boy I am. Finally, Dad has finished his coffee, I can hardly wait, we go outside and he turns me loose in the fenced chicken yard. What fun ! I chase a big, fluffy rooster...Wow...could he run, but I chased and chased, and when I caught up to him, that stupid bird just STOPPED ! Well, my nose went in his behind, and he SAT on me ! Good grief, I felt like a feather duster ! Dad laughed, thought I was funny...then I ran into the garden and found some Llama hair...boy, I grabbed it and just ran all over the garden, finally had to lay it down...then I dug in the dirt. Wowee,,, I can blow dust bubbles in the dirt ! I only sneezed once, and then we came back to the house. I got to chase the cats one more time. Dad said it was a wonder the old white cat with the crooked tail didn't stripe my nose. I have had a great day, sleeping, eating, going out and playing. I am so glad Mom and Dad adopted me. I just love it here at Itsy Bitsy Farm.
Monday, September 3, 2018
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.
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".
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".
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