Sunday, March 24, 2013

The Story of Kyle

Josh and Amy in about 2000.
This is one of my favorite pictures of all time.


I've seen this email before but with Easter upon us 
it's a good time to see it again and to ponder 
the consequences of our choices. . 

God puts us all together in this life to impact one another in 
someway. 
As Jesus said, "Love one another as I have loved you". 


The Story of Kyle
One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class walking home from school. His name was Kyle. It looked like he was carrying all of his books. I thought to myself, “Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a nerd.”

I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on. As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him. They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him. He looked up, and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes.

My heart went out to him. So I jogged over to him, and as he crawled around looking for his glasses, I saw a tear in his eye. As I handed him his glasses, I said, “Those guys are jerks. They really should get lives.” He looked at me and said, “Hey thanks!” There was a big smile on his face. It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude.

I helped him pick up his books and asked him where he lived. As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before. He said he had gone to private school before now. I would have never hung out with a private school kid before, but we talked all the way home, and I carried his books.

He turned out to be a pretty cool kid. I asked him if he wanted to play football on Saturday with me and my friends. He said yes.

We hung out all weekend, and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him. And my friends thought the same of him. Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again. I stopped him and said, “Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!” He just laughed and handed me half the books.

Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends. When we were seniors, we began to think about college. Kyle decided on Georgetown, and I was going to Duke. I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem. He was going to be a doctor, and I was going for business on a football scholarship.

Kyle was valedictorian of our class. I teased him all the time about being a nerd. He had to prepare a speech for graduation. I was so glad it wasn’t me having to get up there and speak.

On graduation day, I saw Kyle. He looked great. He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school. He filled out and actually looked good in glasses. He had more dates than me and all the girls loved him! Boy, sometimes I was jealous. Today was one of those days. I could see that he was nervous about his speech, so I smacked him on the back and said, “Hey, big guy, you’ll be great!” He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled. “Thanks,” he said.

As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began. “Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years. Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach — but mostly your friends. I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them. I am going to tell you a story.” I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met. He had planned to kill himself over the weekend. He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his mom wouldn’t have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home. He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile. “Thankfully, I was saved. My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable.”

I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment. I saw his mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile. Not until that moment did I realize its depth.

Never underestimate the power of your actions. With one small gesture, you can change a person’s life.


Love,

Grammy T.

Saturday, March 23, 2013

Granny Thompson's Yummy White Bread


Granny Thompson's Yummy White Bread

My husbands mother made a very yummy white bread that 
made delicious sandwiches. 

I gained about five pounds after eating those sandwiches 
for a week in high school :)

Here is a picture and the recipe. 


Ingredients;
2 pkg. yeast
4 T melted cooled shortening
4 C flour (approximately)
2 1/2 c Warm Water
1/2 c Sugar
1 T Salt

Mix water, sugar and yeast in a hole made by
the flour and salt called a well. 

Let rise and bubble 
add cooled, melted shorting and lemon juice into the hole and 
mix all together. 

Add 3 more cups of flour a cup at a time until you have 
a very soft dough. 

Dump on a floured board and knead. 

Put in an oiled bowl and flip to cover with oil and let raise. 
She used shortening so you can do that if you want to, 
I did.

Put into loaves and let rise again. 

Bake at 375 degrees for 35 minutes or so until golden brown.

Addition to this recipe - May 15. 2013
Instead of the shortening I added 4 Tbs. of potato flakes
and I loved the results. 

Try the potato flakes, you will love it!!

Now let your kids and their friends tear the top off, rip into chunks
 and slather with butter. 

That's what she did.:)

What great memories of 
Gram, Granny, Grandma
Matilda Mae Bishop Thompson.

Saturday, March 9, 2013

Sourdough Starter with potato flakes and memories of Little Grandma Thompson


When I was much younger I was quilting one day with my husbands Grandma Thompson. Little Grandma we called her because she was all of 4' 10" tall. She was darling. She told me she had used a potato water start as yeast for bread making and that it stayed on the back of her wood burning stove. 

She was born in 1891 and of course lived the old fashioned way.

Potato Flake Sour Dough Starter Recipe:  

Starter (first time):
1 cup warm water
1/2 cup sugar
1 package (2-1/4 teaspoons) dry yeast
3 level Tablespoons instant potato flakes
Starter Feeder (subsequent times):
1 cup warm water
1/2 cup sugar
3 Tablespoons potato flakes

You can use it in pancakes too. (yummmmm) This is a potato bread recipe that I have used
for years and I love it and I may add a myriad of things to it but this is the recipe. 
Ingredients:
4 cups flour 
(I like Gold Medal Unbleached)
 4 cups water
2 Tbls. yeast 
(if using frozen yeast use cold water or you will kill your yeast)
1/4 cup sugar
4 Tbls. potato flakes
2 Tbls. salt

Mix;
This is the sponge.   Let rest for awhile and then add:
4 more cups flour a cup at a time. Sometimes it takes more and it may take less so keep it a little sticky (not goopy).  

Put some oil in a large bowl and put the dough in it. Flip it over to coat with the oil.
Put in a warm oven, not hot. Just prewarmed a bit because the dough will love being out of a draft in a warm spot. 

Let rise for about 45 minutes or until your finger mark stays down when you poke it.

Toss onto a dusted counter with a little flour and form into loaves.
Put in bread pans coated with Pam.

Bake at 350 degrees for 45 minutes for nice crusty bread. 
Take out of pan and put on a big wooden bread board. 
Slather the top with butter and let cool. 

Take to your friends warm in a brown lunch bag so it won't get squishy or if it is all cooled you can put it in plastic bags. 

You can use part whole wheat flour, oats, corn meal, sunflower seeds, millet, flax seed and whatever you want in the recipe.  It's fun to experiment. but remember the sticky or soft part when mixing not stiff. :) 

Sunday, January 13, 2013

"What do you want for breakfast"


A few years ago some Basque students
 came to stay at our house in 
Northern California to perform at 
Sierra Jr. College 
near by. 

I asked them 

"what do you want for breakfast"
I was thinking that they would probably tell me 
bagels, croissant and fruit. 
No, they told me 

"Chocolate"


Hot Chocolate? 

I asked
So I whipped out my trusty little packet 
of Swiss Miss with 
marshmallows.

They must have thought me 

extremely 
lame. 

As I look back

I think me extremely 
lame!!

So what did they mean Chocolate? 

chocolate cake
 chocolate bar
or
pain au chocolat?

So there you have it. 

I should have served a 
big bowl 
of thick hot chocolate 
with some of these divine 
pain au chocolat!!

Yep I should have. 

Love,
Grammy T.


Pain au Chocolat, 
the classic french pastry a croissant filled with some nice chocolate, 
a typical breakfast in France. 

The recipe for the average bowl of "chocolat" requires a bowl...not a mug, 3/4 filled with warm milk and then 3 big spoonfuls of instant chocolate mix. It's that simple. Nesquik makes a great instant "chocolat". When ordering a "chocolat" in a fine establishment you will be served a mug with melted chocolate in it and then hot milk on the side to dilute as desired. Very rich and very very good!!!

Friday, December 21, 2012

Updates on The Boat.

The Boat is now a darling Nissan Cube. 

Some of you will say "well that's not darling." 
But to me and my SC Grand kids 
anything is better than the 
embarrassing Boat!!!!

It has been so long since I posted and 
I'm ashamed!! 
This week has been sooooo sad with the 
shootings in Connecticut. 
Bless there hearts and bless everyone's 
broken hearts. 
I know because my heart sure did break. 

Gun laws? We must be free to carry!
But we must be responsible and use gun safes.
We need to keep or loved one's safe one way or the other. 

Well that's my two cents, take it or leave it. 

Thursday, July 26, 2012

A Successful Woman

 I saw this on FaceBook 
and the only way I could put it on my Pinterest 
was to blog it. :) 

So I did. 


"A successful women is one who 
can build a firm foundation with the bricks
others have thrown at her."

Love,
Grammy T.



Wednesday, July 25, 2012

Two Horses

Two Horses
Author Unknown

Just up the road from my home is a field, 

with two horses in it. 

From a distance, each horse looks like any 
other horse. 


But if you stop your car, or are walking by,

you will notice something quite amazing...


Looking into the eyes of one horse will disclose that

he is blind. His owner has chosen not to have him
put down, but has made a good home for him. 
This alone is amazing. If you stand nearby and
listen, you will hear the sound of a bell.

Looking around for the source of the sound,
you will see that it comes from the smaller
horse in the field.

Attached to the horse's halter is a small bell.
It lets the blind friend know where the other horse is,
so he can follow. 
 As you stand and watch these two friends,

you'll see that the horse with the bell is always
checking on the blind horse, and that the blind horse
will listen for the bell and then slowly walk to
where the other horse is, trusting that he
will not be led astray.


 When the horse with the bell returns to the shelter of the
barn each evening, it stops occasionally and looks back,
Making sure that the blind friend isn't too far behind
to hear the bell.

Like the owners of these two horses, God does not throw
us away just because we are not perfect or because we
have problems or challenges.

He watches over us and even brings others into our lives
To help us when we are in need.. 



Sometimes we are the blind horse being guided by

the little ringing bell of those who God places in our lives.

Other times we are the guide horse, helping others to

find their way....


Good friends are like that... You may not always
see them, but you know they are always there.. 
Please listen for my bell and I'll listen for yours,
and remember..

Be kinder than necessary- 
Everyone you meet is fighting 
Some kind of battle.

Live simply, Love generously, Care deeply, Speak kindly..

FOR WE WALK BY FAITH AND NOT BY SIGHT

Love,
Grammy T.

Monday, April 30, 2012

The Letter


Baila and Cait on their special day. 
The Letter

Ruth went to her mail box and there was only one letter. She picked it up and looked at it before opening, but then she looked at the envelope again. There was no stamp, no postmark, only her name and address. 

She read the letter:

Dear Ruth:
I’m going to be in your neighborhood Saturday afternoon and I would like to visit.
Love Always, Jesus

Her hands were shaking as she placed the letter on the table. “Why would the Lord want to visit me? I’m nobody special. I don’t have anything to offer.”
With that thought, Ruth remembered her empty kitchen cabinets. “Oh my goodness, I really don’t have anything to offer. I’ll have to run down to the store and buy something for dinner.” She reached for her purse and counted out it’s contents. Five dollars and forty cents. “Well, I can get some bread and cold cuts, at least.” She threw on her coat and hurried out the door.
A loaf of French bread, a half-pound of sliced turkey, and a carton of milk…leaving Ruth with a grand total of twelve cents to last her until Monday. Nonetheless, she felt good as she headed home, her meager offerings tucked under her arm.

“Hey lady, can you help us, lady?” Ruth had been so absorbed in her dinner plans, she hadn’t even noticed two figures huddled in the byway a man and a woman, both of them dressed in little more than rags. “Look lady, I ain't got a job, ya know, and my wife and I have been living out here on the street, and, well, now it’s getting cold and we’re getting kinda hungry and, well, if you could help us, lady, we’d really appreciate it.”

Ruth looked at them both. They were dirty, they smelled bad and frankly, she was certain that they could get some kind of work if they really wanted to. “Sir, I’d like to help you, but I’m a poor woman myself. All I have is a few cold cuts and some bread, and I’m having an important guest for dinner tonight and I was planning on serving that to “Him.”

“Yeah, well, okay lady, I understand. Thanks anyway. “The man put his arm around the woman’s shoulders, turned and he headed back into the alley. As she watched them leave, Ruth felt a familiar twinge in her heart. “Sir, wait!” The couple stopped and turned as she ran down the alley after them. “Look, why don’t you take this food. I’ll figure out something else to serve my guest.” She handed the man her grocery bag.

“Thank you lady. Thank you very much!” “Yes, thank you!” It was the man’s wife, and Ruth could see now that she was shivering. “You know, I’ve got another coat at home. Here, why don’t you take this one.” Ruth unbuttoned her jacket and slipped it over the woman’s shoulders. Then smiling, she turned and walked back…..without her coat and with nothing to serve her guest.
“Thank you lady! Thank you very much!”

Ruth was chilled by the time she reached her front door, and worried too. The Lord was coming to visit and she didn't have anything to offer Him. She fumbled through her purse for the door key. But as she did, she noticed another envelope in her mailbox. “That’s odd. The mailman doesn’t usually come twice in one day.” She took the envelope out of the box and opened it.

Dear Ruth:
It was so good to see you again. 
Thank you for the lovely meal. 
And thank you, too, for the beautiful coat.

Love Always, Jesus

The air was still cold, but even without her coat, 
Ruth no longer noticed.
… Author unknown

I love this story it really touches my heart. I hope it touches yours too.

Love,
Grammy T.