Good News Minute For Today Is ~ A Picture

Aunt Kate about 1927 Lammerville School

I had emailed Lammersville School District to see if they could find 

a picture of Aunt Kate.

They just sent me a reply with a picture of 

Aunt Kate and her students.

Look how big her class was
and all grades together 

no less.

Remember how she said that she worked very hard with the 

special needs children to help them to be able 

to read, write and do a little math.

What a wonderful lady she was.

  I am so glad to know that she 

is my aunt. 

Love,
Grammy T.

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.

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.