Showing posts with label Pillsbury. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Pillsbury. Show all posts

Monday, April 4, 2011

Sweet 'n Spicy Veggie Couscous ~ Yummmm

This is seriously delicious and so easy to make.

This is an easy quick recipe.


2 tablespoons olive or vegetable oil

1/2 cup chopped red onion

1 large carrot, shredded

2 1/2 cups Progresso® Chicken Broth (from 32-oz. carton)

1 (11-oz.) can Green Giant® Mexicorn® Whole Kernel Corn, Red and Green 
Peppers, drained

1 (9-oz.) pkg. Green Giant® frozen baby sweet peas

2 tablespoons golden raisins

1 1/2 teaspoons curry powder

1 teaspoon cumin

1/4 teaspoon crushed red pepper flakes

1 1/2 cups uncooked couscous

2 tablespoons slivered almonds, toasted*

Fresh basil leaves, if desired

1. Heat oil in Dutch oven or large saucepan over medium heat until hot. Add onion and carrot; cook and stir 2 to 3 minutes or until tender.

  • 2. Increase heat to medium-high. Add all remaining ingredients except couscous, almonds and basil; mix well. Bring to a boil. Stir in couscous. Cover; remove from heat. Let stand 5 to 7 minutes or until liquid is absorbed.
  • 3. To serve, fluff couscous with fork. Garnish with slivered almonds and basil.

* To toast almonds, spread on cookie sheet; bake at 350°F. for 5 to 7 minutes or until golden brown, stirring occasionally. Or, spread almonds in thin layer in microwave-safe pie pan. Microwave on HIGH for 4 to 7 minutes or until golden brown, stirring frequently.

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Generations Project I Still Need You

Amy, Josh, Matt, Cait and Ryan

I am updating this post. I found Bridgida Curley today at the Family History Library in SLC with her brothers, sisters,mom and dad.

Her dad was:
Michaelis Curley

and her mom was:
Mariae Cunniff


i. BRIGIDA3 CURLEY, b. 23 Oct 1830, St. Peter's, Athlone and Drum, Roscommon,     Ireland; d. Ireland.

ii. MICHAEL CURLEY, b. 26 Jan 1833, Roscommon, Ireland; m. MARIA HUGHES; b. Ireland.

iii. MARIA CURLEY, b. 04 Aug 1835, Roscommon, Ireland.

3. iv. (BRIDGIDA DELIA CURLEY), b. 14 Jan 1838, St. Peter's, Athlone and Drum, Roscommon, Ireland; d. 23 Aug 1874, Stockton, San Joaquin,  CA., USA.

4. v. CATHARINA CURLEY, b. 18 Oct 1846, Drum, Roscommon, Ireland.

vi. EDWARDUS CURLEY, b. 19 Aug 1849, St. Peter's, Athlone and Drum, Roscommon, Ireland.

Bridgida Delia Curley was born in 1837 or 1838 and was christened on
14 Jan 1838 at St. Peter's, Athlone and Drum, Roscommon, Ireland.

How old were the babies back then when their parents had them christened?

The sweet lady that helped me told me that in Ireland Bridget or Bridgida and Delia were like the same. 

I had never heard that before, have you?

I had a visitor to my blog from Dublin yesterday.

"If you come back today maybe you can tell me if that is true." Please.

So BYU TV I think I'm OK for now thanks. ;) 

No....on second did Bridgida Delia Curley get to America? 

Did the English send her family because they were in the Workhouse (Poorhouse it was called in Ireland) or did they have the money to send themselves? If so where are the records for that? 

The family story was that Brigida Delia had been an indentured servant. If so where are the 
records for that?

With all of this in mind  I am reconsidering your offer.

And the answer is HELP!! (Pretty Please)

To Whom It May Concern,

I would like to know more about my GG grandmother Bridget Delia Curley's family. She was born in Athlone Westmeath, Ireland in 1834-1837. I don't know who her mother and father are. But I have a wonderful story written by her daughter Kate Emily Pillsbury.

My family was one of the first white settlers in California. Kate's father and Delia's husband was Daniel Hackett Pillsbury. I have Aunt Kate's story on my blog and I feel like I am in Railroad Flat and San Andreas, California when I read the story. I think Aunt Kate was an amazing women. Her father obviously adored her and my Great grandfather, George Washington Pillsbury, was raised by her from the time he was six after her mother died. I talked to Kates granddaughter and she said that Grandpa Daniel Hackett also taught school. So he didn't just mine or supply water to the minors. My dad, Arthur Wayne Pillsbury was raised in West Point when a baby but mostly in Sutter Creek from the time he was three on to his graduation from Amador Hi and then he went to Cal. Berkley until WWII called and he joined the Air Force. I loved it in Sutter Creek. It is magical to me.

About 5 years ago dad took me to the Pillsbury ranch in Railroad Flat, CA. where his father, George William Pillsbury was born and where his grandfather George Washington Pillsbury died.

Oh how I wish I could find out more about Bridget Delia Curley the little Catholic girl born in Ireland who was named after Saint Bridget. She came to America during The Famine.

If you can help me please let me know, I'll be waiting.

Grammy T.

PS: I wrote this letter to the 
generations project on BYUTV.
I hope they will help me find my 
Curley family.

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

"You Are Going To Get Hit"

My Grand daughters with on of the little baby lambs in Loomis CA.

We had a little story a few days back 
wherein I was told to 
“Get out of here Now!!” 

And we wondered 
if it was the still small voice 
or was it Papa Pillsbury. 

Some of you voted for 
The Still Small Voice. 

I voted for Papa Pills. 

But in this story there is not a question 
that it was the Still Small Voice. 

Here it is:

I was parked at the square 
in downtown Rupert Idaho 
in about 1974. 

I went into Kings and the florist 
and when I came out 
a truck with a camper 
was parked next to me on 
my right side. 
I got in and as I turned
on the engine a voice said

 “You are going to get hit” 
guess what I said

“Oh Well”

Can you spell dumb!! 

But at the time I obviously 
hadn't learned how to 
listen to the Spirit. 


So I backed out, gingerly, 
and got hit on the back 
right side of my car.


I am so glad that I have grown past 
the stage of not being able 
to recognize when to say

“Yes Sir”

Grammy T.

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

"I was afraid all of the time"

Nephew of Aunt Kate
Arthur Wayne Pillsbury 1921-2009 

Chapter 6

After our visit in San Francisco, we went to Angels Camp where Jim went to work in the Angels Mine. We were there from May to October. Those days were not very pleasant. In fact they were horrible. I was afraid all of the time, afraid that every time Jim went down into that dreadful mine he would never come out alive. It's something I don't care to think about even now.

Our next place was the Union Mine about three miles south of San Andreas. He and some other miners took a contract to sink the shaft a certain number of feet at a certain sum per foot. But to get a house to live in we were obliged to board the men at the mine that had no home close by. Before April, when we went away there, I had twelve people to cook for. But Jim made money on his contract and was able to carry away a thousand dollars.

In July 1888 my baby Kathryn Grace Ham was born and I tried to feel well again, but I had worked too hard in those months before her coming to gain any health. It looked as the months passed on as if I would never be well again. Fifteen months later another baby was born, a boy , now I had two babies to care for and no health.

My father was aging fast and it made me feel rather unhappy to have to recognize the fact. He was sixty three when he passed away in April 1889. After my father's death, we moved from the home place to a small house in town, and in October of 1889 James Jr. came. 

Jim Sr. had had a bad cough every once in awhile for a long time and it was coming more frequently and getting worse with every recurrence. That spring the La grippe first made its appearance, he coughed so hard that I made him go to San Francisco to consult a physician. The doctor examined him and said that his lungs were perfectly healthy: the trouble was his throat and was nothing to worry about. It was hard not to worry. 

Time passed on until 1893. There was another baby in the family and no money. Jim's cough was worse and he was not able to work in the mine. The outlook was very dubious and what to do was the question. When the baby was six weeks old we heard of an opening in a hotel in West Point and we took it. The winter had been very stormy and the rivers were very high. The south fork of the Mokelumne River, which we had to cross, was unbridged and the water came into the bed of the wagon. We crossed over safely however and reached West Point. (to be continued)


Grammy T.

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

"My wedding day was the most unhappy day of my life."

A GGGreat Niece of Aunt Kate

I was married on April 10, 1887, to a man named James Ham, a native of England. I think my wedding day was the most unhappy day of my life. For months afterward I couldn't think of it without tears. The wedding took place in the sitting room that I had worked so hard to make presentable. There was a nice group of friends present and everything should have been happy. But it almost broke my father up. If it had been my funeral he couldn't have felt worse. When congratulations were in order, he shook Jim's hand and said, with tears coursing down his cheeks, that Jim had taken the best spoke out of his wheel. It almost broke my heart and I would have given anything to have reconciled my father to my leaving. 

After the wedding we went to New Almaden in Santa Clara County to visit his brother and their families. We stayed there a few days more and than a month. During that time I had my first contact with real English life. As far as I know I was the only American in the community. All were English born the children of English born parents and they talked, ate and lived as in England.

When we left New Almaden we were weighted down with silver dollars. While he was there Jim worked in the quick silver mines, and as they paid off in silver dollars, a month's pay amounted to some weight. He managed it though by putting most of the dollars in one of the trunks and the remainder in several of our pockets.

From here we went to San Francisco on a sort of delayed wedding trip. This was my first visit to the city and was on of the most memorable events of my life. We stopped at the International Hotel on Kearny Street. At that time it seemed to be a family hotel and the people whom I met there were all very nice people. 

While we were in the city we took in as many of the points of interest as possible: Woodward's Garden, Golden Gate Park, The Cliff House, the seals and the seal rocks, and the theaters. We also saw the panorama of The Battle of Waterloo. Even now, after all the years since then, I have only to close my eyes and in fancy see that wonderful picture. It was glorious to me.
(to be continued)

Gammy T. 

Friday, February 4, 2011

Chapter 2 - Aunt Kate The Pioneer

Our Youngest Grandson Tate
This is the cutest picture so I posted it to make you smile.

More of Aunt Kate's Pioneer Story

Chapter 2

During all of these years the specter of poverty still followed closely. When apples were in season our school lunches consisted of the fruit and bread eaten without butter. I was the pilot of my family so seizing the ten pound lard bucket that held our lunches. I led the little fry to a nice quite spot remote from the eyes of the rest of the school. There we feasted joyfully without any remarks or curios glances to interfere with our pride or our digestion. 

During the first fifty years of my life I never knew anything but hard times. The only difference was that every once in so often times froze up so very solid that it seemed to me a battle axe was the only thing that might cause them to thaw. 

In 1879, my oldest sister Mary Delia Pillsbury, who had been housekeeper since my mother's death, was married and went to a home of her own. I tried to take her place and go to school also. But it was too much for me to do. We lived at least a mile and a half from the school house and by the time I had prepared breakfast, finished the housework, baked the apples for lunch, dressed myself decently for school and hurried to be on time, I was too tired to do justice to my studies. I went about six weeks of the fall term and then quit. 

It seemed queer to think of the studies I had in that one room mountain school in the 1870's. I don't know if there was a course of study or not because a pupil could take up or leave out anything he or she wished. But I think that all had to learn to read, spell, count and to write at it. Other subjects were their own choice. I took all the subjects usually included in a grammar school course and in addition I took Algebra, Geometry, Physiology, Philosophy, Botany and I read Astronomy. As there were no other pupils in school taking those subjects, it just depended on me, myself, whether or not I got anywhere with them. I think I must have had a streak of scholarly ambition, for the teachers said I did very well. 

It is with a heart full of gratitude that I look back to that fine group of men who were my teachers, and who made school life so interesting and pleasant for me. Namely: Mr. Swank, Mr. Wells, and Mr. Coulter. They knew how to arouse ambition in a student. I hope in the Great Beyond to which they have passed, they are still leading other pupils on to higher things.
(to be Continued)

Grammy T.

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

The Story of A Pioneer Named Kate

Kate Emily Pillsbury - Lammersville School 1927

These Pictures are of Kate's nieces and nephews
a few generations down the line
and they are Daniel Hackett Pillsbury
and Bridgett Delia Curley's
GGGG grandchildren.

Grammy T.