My house was a cute little white house with two bedrooms, one bath,
a single car garage, pink azaleas and a huge tree in the backyard.
My street was close to the old fair grounds so during the state fair I had huge fireworks every night right up in my same sky.
I got in a lot of trouble in those days and often found myself playing
in my backyard alone.
I was always given the same instructions:
don't climb on the fence and don't pick the neighbors cherries.
So as soon as I found myself bored silly the best thing I could think of to do
was to climb that fence and pick the neighbors cherries.
One night during the fireworks my Papa King came off of the front porch
where the grownups had been sitting and told me to come in the house.
"Why Papa, the fireworks aren't done?"
"Because there is a bad man hiding behind the telephone pole." He explained.
I came in the house.
Papa followed the man and made a citizens arrest over by the County Hospital.
My Papa was awesome, he was a California Highway Patrol Officer
and he knew his stuff.
I guess Papa had arrested the same man that had been peeking in my window at night.
Papa called that man a "Peeping Tom."
I could smell Toms cigarette and see the glow of it in the dark.
I kept telling my daddy about Tom but when he would come in my room
he said he couldn't see or smell anything.
My window was always open to let fresh air in but I think that because my daddy smoked he couldn't smell as good as me.
I sure am glad my Papa caught Tom.
Papa never bawled me out for being naughty.
I think it was because he was just like me.
Love,
Grammy T.
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Thursday, March 24, 2011
Fireworks And The Peeping Tom
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
"Open Your Door" He Said
Jenna and Papa T. |
A friend of mine was a Podiatrist in Reno, NV. I worked for him on a part time basis for awhile. One day when I got to work he asked me to go down to pay a bill for him before I started cleaning instruments and making surgical packs. I took the envelope with the check in it and went out and got in my van. It was a big conversion van with lots of doors. As I sat down in my seat and little voice said “Lock your doors” and being the obedient person I was learning to be I said “Yes Sir” and when I was done locking all of those doors I started the van and was on my way.
As I pulled into a parking spot in front of my destination I saw a blonde man walking to the right of the van and then I didn’t see him again so I just sat there and waited to see if I could see where he had gone. In just a bit he popped up at my window and said “Open your door” and as I looked at him I could see a very child like look in his eyes. He grabbed the door and tried to get it open. Now because I was a full time mom with 7 kids and I also did day care for many more I was used to working with little children so I said “No I am not going to open the door and you need to go away right now, you are being very naughty.” And I pointed to the sidewalk. In a bit he turned around and walked down the street and turned the corner.
Whew!!!!
My legs were like noodles but I hopped out of the van, locked the door, and as fast as I could I ran into the office, paid the bill, called the police and told them about my experience and asked them to look for that young man. You see this office was right across the street from the mental hospital and I think they might have had an escape artist on the loose.
Whew!!!
Love,
Grammy T.
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Good News Minute~Amazing Americans
Quilts for Japan |
for Japan on Saturday.
I just found out that everyone else had their
day of silence on Friday.
So let's go into our
Good News Minute for today
shall we?
Let's see,.......Japans devastation,
no, that's bad news.
Libya......we are now going to war with the hopes of helping
in another Middle Eastern Crisis
......no, that's bad news.
I think my good news for today would be that
I am grateful to live in a country with amazing Americans
that give and give and then give some more
to help others less fortunate.
Yep, that's it.
My good news is:
In spite of it all, our hearts, prayers and means
go out to the whole world and it's people
to try to make a difference in the lives of those
that have been wounded.
Yep, that's my good news.
Love,
Grammy T.
Love,
Grammy T.
Places you can help:
Thursday, March 17, 2011
May God hold you in the palm of his hands
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.
Monday, March 14, 2011
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.
Sunday, March 13, 2011
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
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.
Love,
Grammy T.
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?
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.
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.
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.
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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.
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