Friday, March 11, 2011

I Hid It In The Towel Drawer



  My hubby told me it wasn't wise for me to take the telephone off the hook in case something happened and someone needed to call or get a hold of me. 

"I probably will do it again dear" I said. 

The next day at nap time I took the telephone off of the hook 
and put it in the drawer with the towels and hot pads in the kitchen so that 
no one could call to wake up anyone at nap-time.


Speaking of phones hanging in the kitchen....

 We had those looooooooong cords on the phone that would reach clear across the house.

Then we could take the phone everywhere we went including the laundry room, down the stairs to the play room, really it was the big fat mess room, 
that got cleaned at least twice a year whether it needed it or not. 

But back to the phone. 

I could put the baby under that phone (Jessie) with the loooong cord and hang a tied bread bag to it or a toy to it and let her play with that thing for hours....
well not for hours but for a long time while I cleaned the kitchen or messed it up again making bread dough or whatever. 

I must say…who needed cordless phones or cell phones back in the day?

PS:
I am very sad for the people of Japan, the Islands and anywhere else that the Tsunami has reeked havoc. I wish I could send them all dinner, a quilt and a hug to go with it.

Love,
Grammy T.

Thursday, March 10, 2011

Everyday Is A Great Day For My Little Brother


Someone said that it is wrong to say 
"have a great day" all of the time.

 It's cheery so I still say it. 

But the fact of the matter is 
that everyone's days are not all great. 

In fact a lot of days are a bunch of 
hard work and can be just plain 
miserable.

I had a little brother 
that was born on March 8th. 

His name was Ken. 

I called him Kenny. 

He would have been 62 years old this March 8th 
but his bad days got the best of him 
and he left us on May 21, 2007.

He loved doing good things for other people. 

He loved all things Native American. 

He loved dogs and he loved to hunt and fish. 

He loved nature and the big outdoors, especially in the pines.  

When we were growing up we did not fight 
or squabble at all....Really. 
He was a very sweet little brother. 

He was very cute and was my parent's favorite child. 

(I'm pretty sure about that)

He was very handsome by the time he got to high school and beyond.



He loved the Lord and he wanted to do better. 

So now everyday is a 

"great day"

  for my little brother. 

Every Day.

Love,
Granny T.

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

The Popcorn Pied Piper

In Loomis a few years ago

I didn't know about the magic of popcorn 
when we first moved to Loomis, CA 
from Sparks, Nv.  

Every night I would make a big bowl of popcorn 
and every morning I would throw the left over popcorn 
out the front door and then watch as 
the chickens, ducks and geese ran into our yard 
to eat it all up. 

They were so cute, I thought. 

But after about 5 or 6 days, 
guess what happened?

I opened the front door and 
they were all waiting for me, 
the chickens, ducks and all 
their feathered friends rushed 
right into the house. 

Yep, right into the house.