The Garage

 Found one of my old papers I wrote for Inky Trails....got a laugh out of the memories..

March 2007

The Garage

Spring time around here means clean up time. Clean out cages, put the manure out in the garden area for fertilizer, cut down some of the elderberry bushes that cover everything up, start to weed out around the berry bushes, trim dead branches off the trees, (which should have been done earlier), and Dear Hubby decided after 15 years, to clean out the garage area.

We haven't been able to use it for all the "good items" we have to save, old tires, boards, pallets, china toilets and tanks, lids, old pipes, everything seems to have a purpose to keep it, someone is always needing a "part" and know we keep a lot of junk around here.

His truck is piled high with items to go to the dump, and one area is piled with junk iron, brass, copper, etc. to take to the recycle area or salvage yard. When I come in from work, I am shocked to see two empty stalls to park the vehicles in, and one more to clean out...I am looking at a strange "object de art" hanging from a string in the stall I am supposed to use.

I asked Dear Hubby, "What is that yellow plastic oil bottle doing hanging from a string in the garage ?"

To which he replies "Well, when you drive in there, the bottle hits the windshield, that means don't go any farther or you will go through the garage !"

Now, how many women have someone make them something so special? Yes, he is one of a kind, and I am blessed...I just laugh every time I drive in the garage, and the bottle hits my windshield...I am reminded he cares....but does it mean me or the truck ?

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Booger's Day

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.

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".

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.......

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.....

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.....