Thursday, October 24, 2013

Oh The Memories in Sparks, NV

There were sad happenings in Sparks, NV this week with the shooting at Sparks Middle School. Our hearts are with dear friends who still live there. We haven't lived there for many years but the years we did live there were very special. A mixture of memories fun, good, bad and yes ugly.
Floods happen in Nevada. This one is in 1862

In February 1986 there was a huge flood.  Heavy rainfall contributed to significant flooding over western Nevada and the eastern Sierra. Two persons died as a result of the flood. The Truckee River basin was the main basin affected. Water storage upstream at Stampede Reservoir, combined with channelization in downtown Reno (completed during the previous 15 years), prevented even greater damage.


Pineapple Express for February 1986
This memory has a mixture of three of the memories the good, bad and fun.  It is a time when our streets in Sparks flooded and we didn't have electricity and some of our friends had water getting into their homes. A time of young men and young women rushing to help by moving the furniture downstairs to the upstairs. Friends boating over to check and see if families were alright and to see what they might need.  That was fun to see those boats. It was a time at our house of teenage friends coming over to play games by the light of the kerosene stove. I can't remember what treats I served because we didn't have electricity. But I know we had fun. I remember wishing I had a wood stove like the Laramie's so that I could heat the house and cook on it. I always wanted to be a real pioneer. :)

Times and memories like these are what makes life so special if you have 'A Family Disaster Plan'.

I guess our plan was that kerosene stove.

Love,
Grammy T.

Tuesday, October 22, 2013

Thank You Police Officers.

My Silly Witches

Halloween has always been such a fun time of year for me. I love cute Halloween things not ugly ones. And fun times not truly scary times. We love Gardner Village and their Witchfest and Witchy Palooza cuteness with all of the lights, decorations and of course the darling witches. If you are ever in Northern Utah give it and you will have so much fun. 

Now Mr. Blog on to an adventure that I forgot to tell you about; 
When I was a young girl I was staying with my Grandparents in Vacaville, CA. My Papa King was Chief of Police at the time and was very busy. One night he had to go on a stakeout to catch a guy that had been trying to get into a ladies house that lived alone. I think her husband was away because he was in the Air Force stationed at Travis Air Force Base. The guy had also been being a Peeping Tom. Scary stuff right there. That night when Papa was out setting a trap I was woken up by a scratching sound at the back door and the sound of door knob being jiggled in a bedroom of of the patio in the backyard. Nana King came down the hall in a bit to check on me and said she had heard the same thing. Whoever it was knew that Papa was gone and he was going to take advantage of the situation. nana called the police station and they sent an officer right over. Whew! We were safe gain. 

**Thank you police officers for all you do.**

Sunday, October 20, 2013

Dear Mr. Blog

Dear Mr. Blog,
Here it is the post you've been waiting for.

I went to South Carolina last week and had a wonderful time  with my darling Grandchildren there. Also I saw my son who is a cute funny guy and bound to put 
laughter into anyone's day.Because he locked his house key in the house we were trying to find away to break in  without making too much damage. :) During that time of walking around the house I of all people stepped on the home of  the horrible tiny Fire Ants. They look like the little piss aunts or sugar aunts that we have out west but they are red. Any way as they climbed around on my feet and legs I said "Shoot, I'm really allergic to these things. Dang it!" That didn't stop them so I immediately ran to the cement and stamped my feet and pushed them off of me the best I could.  They weren't big like the Fire Ants I had encountered in Florida when we lived in Gainesville on our mission so I hoped they would not make me sick.  But alas, :( "See the blog post." 

I washed the bites and put some Bach Rescue Cream on them, which works wonderfully for mosquito or midgie bites and other itchy rashes. Whalaa I was immediately saved, I thought, but not now a week later they have risen with vengeance and become a terrible problem so much so as to affect my sleep and sanity. I went to one of my best friends Google to ask for an answer. I found I should have used ammonia on them as soon as possible. There are little portable ammonia pens that you can buy called Tender After Bites with ammonia in them to carry with you when in the south or other scary places. :) Then another site said Meat Tenderizer made into a paste would help. It has Papain from pineapple in it. So I soaked my feet and legs in Epsom Salts and then I put a paste of the meat tenderizer on the red bumps. I felt so much better Mr. Blog that I decided to tell you all about it.  I also took Bromelain tablets. It also is from the pineapple and I took Benadryl tablets to help from the inside out. I feel so much better and had to share. 

I have had a recurrence of the stinging pain at night and have resorted to spraying with Windex to relieve it. So let's add Windex to our little list. Now to soldier on by adding essential oils like Lavender, lemongrass, melaleuca, rosemary and myrtle mixed with a vegetable oil. I like grape seed or almond. 

It reminded me of the time that I got wasp stings that really hurt, so again I visited my friend Google and found out that the best solution is to put the sticky side of a banana peel on them. I cut up a banana peel put the little square sticky side down on my stings, secured them with a band aide and phew it worked. The pain and swelling was gone. What a miracle. 

Which brings me to the miracle of the everyday remedies that God has given us to use. 
I am so grateful for the help we have today to help us with these little fixes.