May God hold you in the palm of his hands

 

May the road rise up to meet you

May the wind be always at your back

May the sun shine warm upon your face

May the rain fall soft upon your fields

And until we meet again

May God hold you in the palm of his hands

 A few of my favorite Irish things.  

Tate

Mattie, McKenna and Sarah doing an Irish dance

Jessie, Matt and Tytan

 Happy Saint Patrick's day y'all. 

Love,

Grammy T.

Sometimes It Was a Suzy SunShine Kind of Day

Japan is still heavy on my mind and in my prayers today. 

This post is about sacrificing somethings for other things 

because we can't always have all things. 

Granny T. (my mother in-law) said that they used to call cracked wheat cereal 

Suzy SunShine.

I thought who wouldn't eat Suzy SunShine, it sounds so cute. 

So here is the recipe. It is yummy and a family favorite:

Suzy SunShine 

1 cup of Cracked Wheat 

2 Cups water 

1 tsp. salt 

Bring to boil, cover and simmer for 15-20 minutes. 

When done add: 

1/2 Cup Sugar or honey 

1/2 Cube Butter 

1/2 cup milk 

Stir until thick and yummy. 

Put into bowl and add more milk 

on top if wanted.

This is a comment that I wrote on Blog Frog last week. 

It was in answer to the question 

"What's For Dinner" 

by Chef Dennis:

Starting dinner in the morning for younger moms allows you to have things like 

homemade bread, scones, pizza, pots of beans or slow cooker meals. 

Then at dinner time you know what else has to be done to finish up quickly. 

You aren't going to blow the budget for a fast food deal. 

Back in the day I didn't have money to go fast fooding. 

With seven kids and needing to save as much as possible on food, 

and because I wanted my kids to take 

piano, gymnastics, dance and play sports, etc. 

I would plan for meals a month in advance and go to the store 

just once or twice a month. 

(I told you it was back in the day)

 Also my kids loved Suzie SunShine and they loved it for 

breakfast and dinner with pancakes and eggs too 

so that was an easy fix in a pinch. 

Love,
Grammy T.

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.

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. 

Children of MICHAELIS CURLEY and MARIAE CUNNIFF

In Athlone

If you are my cousin and happen on this page 

please let me know.

I'll be waiting to hear from you. 

Children of MICHAELIS CURLEY and MARIAE CUNNIFF are:

i. BRIGIDA 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), Christened; 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.

So now let's see if I can find some more 

of my Curley and Cunniff Cousins.

I have found some 

and if you are reading this 

I am so happy to have found you.

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

Children of MICHAELIS CURLEY and MARIAE CUNNIFF are:

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 thought...how 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.

Sincerely,

Grammy T.

PS: I wrote this letter to the 

generations project on BYUTV.

I hope they will help me find my 

Curley family.

Oh My Heck What Happened To My Neck

Our faces are lies and our necks are the truth.~Nora Ephron

Or - What Happened to my neck and other important questions.

I've been asking that question for sometime now. 

 I remember jumping once when I saw myself in a 

big plate glass window 

on Main street in Loomis. 

I was used to just seeing 

a tiny bit of my face 

as I looked in the mirror 

to put on my makeup. 

Yep, I must be 71 from the look of things. 

Love,
Grammy T.

It is "Good News Minute" Day

Estonian Soda Bread Recipe

My good news today is that I found 
a wonderful blog from Estonia 

with recipes galore. 

Join me in Stalking Nami-Nami's BLOG.

Estonian Soda Bread Recipe

(Odrajahu-hapupiimakarask)

• 250 ml cultured buttermilk, kefir or fermented milk (1 cup)
• 1 large egg
• 1 tsp salt
• 1 tsp caster sugar
• 2 Tbsp vegetable oil or melted butter
• 1 tsp caraway seeds
• 175 g barley flour (about 300 ml, I used wholemeal)
• 90 g wheat flour (150 ml)
• 1 tsp baking soda

1. Pre-heat the oven to 200 C/400 F.
2. Sift both flours and soda into a bowl. 
3. Whisk the egg with salt and sugar, add the kefir, oil/melted butter, caraway seeds and the flour mix. 
4. Stir until just combined.
5. Pour into a buttered tin a 23x23 cm square tin, buttered.
6. Bake in a pre-heated oven for 20-25 minutes, until the soda bread is golden brown on top.

This blog post has had many viewers from all over the world. It is surprising to me at the blogs that get the most attention. 

Love,

Grammy T.

New Cute Quilt to Show You. ;)

I loved how Elder Timothy Thompson's quilt turned out. 

This was a couple of Jelly Rolls that I got on

sale at Gracie Lou's.

The back is a gold Minkee. 

The whole thing turned out cozy and fun.

Love,

Grammy T. 

"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. 

Obviously. 

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

 Smash!  

I am so glad that I have grown past 

the stage of not being able 

to recognize when to say

“Yes Sir”

Love,
Grammy T.