tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319545892024-02-21T10:57:14.246-05:00Toys and GamesThere is nothing so vital as paying attention to and nurturing the offices of love.sharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14144062493791531524noreply@blogger.comBlogger119125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31954589.post-67816787363028343412013-09-16T06:19:00.001-04:002013-09-16T06:19:22.756-04:00Adirondack WaterTwo friends and I hiked 65 miles on the Northville-Placid Trail this summer. We faced cold, mosquitos and deerflies, torrential rains and mishaps like missing our campsite in a thunderstorm, breaking our water filter, and losing a sole from a hiking boot! But, despite all the problems we faced, we also saw great beauty- particularly Adirondack water.sharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14144062493791531524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31954589.post-78235673473729071792012-11-15T11:21:00.001-05:002012-11-16T16:24:32.119-05:00Huntin' Season<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This is a picture that includes my great grandfather Culver, my grandmother Cramer's father. He is the one closes to the front, I believe. I love this picture for many reasons. It reminds me of reenacting, which I love, a true primitive camp! I love to think of them hunting for deer to provide for their families.<br />
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I'm hoping for a deer this season... I was able to go out to the Northern zone Monday with a couple neighbors. My husband got me a beautiful Marlin and took me shooting to site it in. Since it's actually partly mine... I have really enjoyed shooting it... we got it sited in pretty well and I feel confident that I can make a good shot... provided the deer stands about 50 feet away and turns sideways...<br />
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This is a picture of my grandmother shooting a gun... I'm going to guess about 1930. I love to think that she would let my grandfather take her picture like this... I never talked to her about it since I wasn't really interested in hunting or shooting when she was here. I don't know if she was a good shot or ever even hunted! I am guessing she was a crack shot... I'm pretty good and I am a lot like her in other ways. </div>
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If I get something I'll be sure to post a picture of me holding the head up like a real hunter. Maybe a bear! Maybe not. I just keep thinking of venison...</div>
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So, my mom, a genealogist, loves to get the families together. My grandfather had a brother with whose family we regularly get together. Loren and Dutch were probably the most approachable of the 5 siblings of that generation. The weekend was beautiful and we really had a great time.</div>
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Niece #7 out of nine and Auntie.</div>
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The girls on the tandem... this is often used to travel from the Cabin Haus (below) to the tent sites across the pond. Its really a little lake, about 5 acres and is the focal point of the property... well, besides the house!<br />
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My dad built the cabin with some help with various members of the family, his dad being one. This end of it is the original cabin. The rest of the house ( to the left of the large tree in the above photo) is a modern addition designed by my dad years after the cabin part. They retired here about 15 years ago.<br />
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The porch is the summertime hangout. It looks out over the pond, picnic area and fireplace. Here two outlaws get acquainted.<br />
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Soon after everyone arrives the dogs are let out to play in the pond. They get in the water and chase sticks. I don't know why dogs are such a part of the Cabin Haus experience but every one's dog is welcome. Two chocolate labs, Mocha and Copper, start off the stick chasing in the refreshing water.<br />
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This is Ginger, one of my sister's dogs. She smells pretty bad but is so sweet and has such heart. My daughter and I took her on a 60 mile hike through the Adirondacks a couple years ago. She was a trooper!</div>
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Here my little grandson gets up close with Copper. Isn't he cute!? (the baby...)</div>
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This is one of my mom's dogs, Lucy. Niece #9 holds her here. A couple days after the reunion, she lost her first tooth. A milestone! (not for the dog...)</div>
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Neice #6's dog has been dubbed "Copper Phelps" in honor of the Summer Olympics XXX.<br />
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The swing on the huge pine tree next to the porch is a big part of reunion day! This is a cousin's grandaughter.<br />
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So are some of the decorating still lives in my mom's house. She has a real knack for decorating. Above are items from my Great Grandfather's pharmacy. Below is her hutch with lots of neat things inside!</div>
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The montage below is a history of 6 generations of women in our family. My daughters and nieces are on the bottom, my sister and I are next up, my mom is third from the bottom on the right, them my grandmother and great grandmother. This far back I knew, but it continues with descriptions of each woman and events from her life.<br />
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Sarah Ann "Satie"</div>
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The asterisk denotes direct our direct ancestor. William Lancing was my great grandfather, the pharmacist.</div>
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Outside the picnic begins with a table groaning from the dishes made with love and pride from each family. My cousin, brother and husband manned the grill.<br />
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These are touted as the best chocolate chip cookies ever. I have to admit... they were VERY good! My mom hid two of them in the kitchen so she could savor them later over a cup of coffee!<br />
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"Oh yeah, I'm all over this..." (My grandson!) He loved the noise, activity, kids, swimming, and the cardboard house.<br />
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Here's the house... the new stove for the apartment was delivered in it and it took a beating all day! After awhile, doors and windows were cut in it. </div>
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Darcy saved something special to share with Grampa. It is a tiny gramophone in a case. My dad collects old players but had never seen one of these. It is from the 20s or 30s and is a tiny picnic record player. So cute.<br />
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All the parts, not the records!, fit into the little box and it cranks up to play.<br />
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We listened to a couple records and they sounded pretty good!<br />
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Then came the 'meeting' part of the reunion. My mom made up a 'quiz' to see how much we knew about the family. Questions included: (I'll add them when I get a copy!)<br />
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Here's the gathering, about 45 strong throughout the day. The fire pit awaits the campfire/s'mores when it gets dark. After we took the quiz, it was off to one of the main events: the Horseshoe Tournament!<br />
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My cousin, Rocky (he and I were famous fishing partners when we were kids), was the referee and scorekeeper. He did a great job, planned for awards, and made the difficult decision of who won the last point... it was about 1/4 inch between shoes that determined which team won the trophy.<br />
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Here's my dad eying the stake... he's not a bad horseshoe-er!<br />
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This is the peanut gallery; my mom's cousin and her husband. They built a business selling John Deere tractors and other farm equipment. One of their grandson's name's is William John Deere!<br />
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Sunday morning those who were left gathered on the porch to finish off some leftovers and say goodbyes. The dogs were all underfoot and kids were playing on the steps and were in and out the door. We hung around, and hung around, a storm came through, we watched some Olympics... and drove off down the road. <br />
<br />sharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14144062493791531524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31954589.post-83700065537020497462012-07-29T13:48:00.000-04:002012-07-29T13:49:40.093-04:00Johnson Hall Market Fair and Cricket Match 2012 Johnson Hall Market Fair<br />
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It was like old home days to see all our old friends at Johnson Hall. This was the event in our back yard many years ago. I was quite busy with Toys and Games all weekend, but was able to break away for a few minutes Sunday morning to play cricket with the 24th Regiment of Foot.<br />
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This is the fly the site manager set up for me in front of my little wedge tent. It was so mild out that sleeping was very comfortable. There was plenty of room for everything including...<br />
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the tables of writing implements, tops, cups and balls, etc...</div>
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bat and trap. This family stayed and played almost every game! They were cheerfully competitive and had a great time.</div>
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This was a particularly popular game!</div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">The Cat and Mouse competition was heated!</span></div>
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Sunday morning the cricket game got underway;<br />
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Visions of my childhood and baseball injuries were flashing before my eyes. The cricket ball is a lot harder than a baseball and I imagine could really do some damage!<br />
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Photos thanks to Don Prouix!!sharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14144062493791531524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31954589.post-67261222356601479462012-05-14T05:41:00.000-04:002012-08-07T15:50:12.400-04:00Mother's Day<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Saturday I spent the day with Sharah. I mistakenly arrived at a 5k... it is next week... at 7:30 AM near Sharah's house. When I texted her to tell her where I was, her reply was "Yay!" Love that! We had a great day doing a few random things... shopping, a baby shower, catching butterflies in a lupine meadow, a potluck dinner, a hike, gathering sassafras tea, and finishing the day with a visit to the laundrymat! <br />
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By 7 the next morning, I was at my folks; sitting in the cabin, being mauled by the dogs, watching the news. They fought over who would show me their office (hey look at this! Come over here! I changed this! Here's that scanner... I found this...). Then we went out and worked in the garden for awhile, got the baby to play with, and took a long walk around the pond to see Dad and Rocky working on the dam.<br />
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Later the girls showed up for a cookout... they walked the edge of the pond with the boy looking at frogs and tadpoles, played on the swing and generally made mischief! What fun! Just missed Steve, Jenny, Jeremy and Brian!<br />
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What a great weekend!<br />
(photo by chris decelli!) <br />
<br />sharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14144062493791531524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31954589.post-46638133239108304032012-04-29T11:37:00.002-04:002012-04-29T11:40:09.796-04:00Secret FantasyIt may or may not surprise you that one of my secret fantasies is to take a half hour break and lay in a field on my back with my arms stretched out, sun shining in my face and breeze gently blowing. This urge comes over me when I'm stressed, too busy, or when I see a likely field...<br />
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This morning, the sun was shining, the temperature was climbing to 50 degrees and this boy and I went to the park... found a dandelion field and plopped down. While he checked out the different stages of a dandelion... I lived out my secret fantasy... frequently peeking over at the boy and quietly chatting with him about the cars, dogs, crows, geese, everything and nothing.<br />
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After a while I saw a yawn and we walked home, had a bit of lunch and he went right to sleep. :)<br />
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Love my daughter, love this boy; they're doing a great job~!<br />
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My parents visited for a couple days over this break. They left here the day before my dad's 77th birthday... to continue their week-long trek around the state. While they were here Dad played his steel guitar and mandolin. I learned that he has had that steel guitar since he was a teenager. I recall him playing it a lot when we were kids.<br />
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One day while they were here, we had to leave and go to Joshua's first birthday party. That was ok, they were continuing their bike trek of the Erie canal and wouldn't miss us a bit. :/<br />
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So, we met the kids and decorated, set up the food and screened tent in the backyard. Everyone from both families were there. The baby's other grandmother and I are practically twins; within a couple days old, similar in looks, and oh, my goodness... our cars are the same color, too. :)<br />
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Uncle Justice and Jenny came up from NYC and we enjoyed them immensely!<br />
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Aunt M, was there, Auntie Sharah, Steph, and the whole crew. Since it was a 'fancy dress party' we toasted the little guy with flutes, wearing bowler hats, monocles, and mustaches. ^_Q<br />
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Cheers! and congratulations to the boy, and everyone who has touched his life, enriched it and helped out in raising him.<br />
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Joshua is a sweet little guy and so polite. He didn't dig in with his hands like a lot of one year olds! He waited until he had a fork... but, apparently it was so good, he couldn't stand it!<br />
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I have to admit it was a pretty yummy cake... chocolate on the bottom, mom's moist white cake in the middle, and red velvet on the top... and red velvet icing all over the whole thing. </div>
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I never would have believed it, but it's pretty true what they say about grandkids... except that I wish I didn't have to give him back so soon. :(<br />
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Ok, so I've had this dried plant arrangement on my old Singer sewing machine table all winter and finally found out that it is Dogbane! So what? Well, it seems you can make some pretty strong cordage from the fibers. I found this out from <a href="http://www.primitiveskills.com/">this</a> website and tried it! So, I decided to get enough to make some garters.<br />
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The stems break into four slats all the way to the top. <br />
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I gathered these at the end of the winter and snipped them close to the base. they are about 2-3 feet long.<br />
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Then I just broke the slats into 2 or 3 inch sections and peeled them off the bark/fiber, trying to keep as long an unbroken piece of fiber as I could. </div>
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This is one stalk peeled and separated from the inner core. The very center is pretty pithy. <br />
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Nice to see the morning glory/chokeweed vines wrapped around them. Do pessimists call them chokeweed and optimists call them morning glories?<br />
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This is a hank of fiber from about 10 stalks. I guess it is enough to make a cord about 5 feet long depending on how thick you make it.<br />
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This is the culmination of my harvest for the day. It took about an hour to pick and peel it all. I rubbed the hank onto itself to get some of the dark brown bark off the outsides of the fiber. It seemed to make the fiber a little softer. I'll post more when I get some cordage or garters made.<br />
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Yay spring!sharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14144062493791531524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31954589.post-31051896523755903312012-03-14T22:27:00.000-04:002012-03-14T22:27:31.591-04:00Girl's night in<div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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made almond and coconut flour</div>
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and listened to some Bryan Adams...sharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14144062493791531524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31954589.post-32522506084770637722012-02-24T09:41:00.000-05:002012-02-24T09:41:05.666-05:00Quick Escape<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This is the mildest winter I have known in my lifetime. The lack of snow, unfrozen lake and mild temperatures are perplexing. We've had a cold snap or two, but thaws up into the 50s as well. Very odd. However, still we were not prevented from skiing for Ski Club, nor did we resist skating on the pond at Christmastime... although here it seems I'm skating on top of the water! It was actually quite thick, but smooth from freezing, thawing, and freezing again. <br />
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Perhaps we will have an early spring and long growing season.sharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14144062493791531524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31954589.post-79414827540742316112012-02-24T09:29:00.001-05:002012-02-24T09:31:13.837-05:00Joshua<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It is an interesting factor in my life; a grandchild. I adore my own kids and love to know about their choices and adventures in life. I love their company and think of them daily. But...<br />
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This new little one... an extension of my daughter... is a delight and joy of a totally different kind. <br />
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Perhaps it is partially seeing another facet of my talented, beautiful and loving daughter (please remember its 'mom' speaking here; I *know* she's not perfect, etc.); the new role of motherhood playing out in her life. Her spin on all I did as a young mother is the extension of her own personality and is wonderful for me to see. <br />
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Then again, it might be a poignant reminder of the joy and delight I experienced in my own early motherhood. I see the same devotion, committment and tenderness in her actions; and recognize the fatigue and exhaustion tempered by her special love for him.</div>
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But, it might also be the boy himself. He is funny, sweet, mischevious, earnest and tender. I recognize his mother's sense of humor and affection in his bright eyes and gentleness. <br />
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Sweet Joshua, you are charmed and charming; loved by your mom and dad, grandparents, aunts and uncles, babysitter, friends, and anyone who has a chance to join you dancing to Johnny Cash in your concert hall living room. <3<br />
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This is a picture of my grandmother when she was probably in her 20s. She told us a lot of stories, but I'm sure she had a few she neglected to let us in on. I wonder what her private smile meant with her hands in the dishpan when the men came in from hunting... without any venison.sharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14144062493791531524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31954589.post-20506422372796670192012-01-06T19:28:00.003-05:002012-01-06T19:28:36.961-05:00Christmas, Part 3; 2011-2012<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Christmas at my mom's isn't usually on Christmas Day for most of us who have going's on Christmas Day the 25th. This year it was on New Years Eve Day and most of us arrived Friday night. My mom and dad have a homemade (by my dad, grandfather and various helpers) log cabin with their retirement home complementarily built onto it at the site where my grandfather (the other one) used to sit and watch his cows graze.<br />
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My niece and her bud sit here at the 'table' where meals and games and talk happen. Behind them you can see the pond... snapping turtles sleeping under the ice. <br />
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First thing Saturday morning we open our stockings... filled the night before by all of us.<br />
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Even Copper got something in his stocking!<br />
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Two of my four were able to make it. Sharah and I ice skated on the pond and Jeremy and Jenny brought and made sausage bread for our lunch. It was fun to see them and have a chance to celebrate with them there.<br />
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My mom and dad's house is really warm and quaint. The decor is Adirondack Lodge. <br />
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On the tree are ornaments we remember were on our tree when we were little kids....<br />
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Like this. I am at the top; though I'm not the oldest. We certainly were given a great childhood.<br />
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After "The Tree" there is a potluck dinner with my mom's ham and scalloped potatoes. Then those that have to leave trickle away and the last to go talk and play... like Sharah is here... playing Sumo wrestling with Katie and Sammy. We stayed overnight til New Year's Day and played some board games til late and watched "the ball fall". Next day we headed home, too. Happy New Year to all. :)sharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14144062493791531524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31954589.post-24986236658010531182012-01-02T23:06:00.002-05:002012-02-08T17:24:24.060-05:00Jackwax<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This is a picture of my grandmother when she was probably in her 20s. She told us a lot of stories, but I'm sure she had a few she neglected to let us in on. I wonder what her private smile meant with her hands in the dishpan when the men came in from hunting... without any venison.sharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14144062493791531524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31954589.post-29015114323885107822012-01-02T22:38:00.001-05:002012-01-02T22:38:10.273-05:00Christmas; Part 2 continued.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Mom has made these cookies since before I was born. Every Christmas, as well as other holidays, these cookies were cut into the familiar stars, bells, trees, and on Valentine's Day great big hearts with swirls of pink frosting. The Christmas ones were decorated with such care: Bells in blue with one silver dragee on the clapper, yellow stars, green trees with dragees.<br />
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Remembering back in time, we found these old toys in the garage. Jeremy says the textured legs of the horse was disturbing to him as the rest of the horse was smooth... hm... revealing! The rattle on the table was played with by all four of my kids! The terrarium is filled with mosses from the woods here, the button jar has part of my collection in it. <br />
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Jeremy and Jenny made this wooden donut toy for the babe... <br />
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And the helicopter is a win!<br />
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(Gosh, is there anything in there for me?)<br />
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Warm hats!<br />
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And, oh my gosh, a yellow block!!!<br />
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Just watchin' Maya and Uncle Justice play...<br />
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Mist and a comfortable chair for Miss Ember Stinkstain... my other granddogger...<br />
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Love my family... thanks for making this part of Christmas awesome! xoxoxoxosharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14144062493791531524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31954589.post-26263225356074104012011-12-28T07:17:00.001-05:002011-12-28T07:17:26.703-05:00Christmas 2011; pt. 2<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Jeremy, Jenny and Maya arrived ready for ziti and meatballs... and they brought Darcy's little one! He played with toys, tried to catch Maya (my grandogger) and tried to play Steve's G&L.<br />
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Jeremy jammed a little and we opened some presents! Squish loves being dragged around the room in his sled.<br />
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Jeremy and Jenny's gift was wooden stacking donuts labeled with the 7 Deadly Sins. <br />
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Christmas pt. 3 is tomorrow; Aunt Sharah and Aunt Misti arrive to stir things up!<br />
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Lucy loves Christmas, too.sharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14144062493791531524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31954589.post-4678252787568081162011-12-26T00:34:00.002-05:002011-12-26T00:34:24.413-05:00Christmas Day 2011; just the beginning!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Our beautiful tree, the trunk full of gifts,</div>
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Hanging out with the brother-in-law...</div>
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Merry Christmas 2011</div>sharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14144062493791531524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31954589.post-22886742414795121872011-12-25T23:11:00.001-05:002011-12-26T00:35:22.319-05:00Baking for ChristmasMost everything I made for Christmas came out pretty well... sugar cookies, brown sugar shortbread, crepes with caramel banana sauce, chicken wing dip, chocolate chipped brownies...<br />
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I actually had a bomb, too... I tried to make a Bouche de Noel (that cake that looks like a Yule log) and one came out fair, but the other one looked like a Butcher de Noel... worse than a blob. Well, being my parents' daughter, I salvaged it and made it into 'cake pops'. (the cookies are my mom's sugar cookie recipe half dipped in the chocolate... Christmas Milanos!)<br />
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Cake pops are easy... it consists of the following process: smashing the cake up, stirring it up into a cakey-frostingy mass, rolling it up into 1 1/2 inch balls, freezing these and sticking them (jabbing a lollipop stick into them), and dipping them into melted chocolate. Easy. Rich. Cool looking!<br />
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Baking and cooking are two thing I enjoy doing... I don't get a chance to cook much since my husband's so good at it and has the time to. I often come home to a wonderful savory tortellini soup, meatballs Caselle, enchiladas or some other favorite.<br />
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I used to miss cooking, for my family... I'd done it meal after meal for many many years... and I cooked for us for awhile... and when I didn't anymore, I had to settle into a different place... adjust to being the cooked for, not the cook. Its partly burying pride, partly moving on to another chapter in my life, partly allowing someone to take care of me... accepting the gift of food prepared for me. <br />
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I think I still miss cooking for my family, but it's ok that I'm not. I make cake pops. And crepes. And chicken wing dip.sharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14144062493791531524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31954589.post-53022082290119737482011-12-25T22:30:00.000-05:002011-12-25T23:15:08.303-05:00Crepes with caramel and bananasMy English class and Mrs. M's Global class (same students) combined for a French Christmas party this year. Our theme combined her study of the French Revolution and our study of Les Miserables. The students did some research about French customs and planned some activities appropriate for the theme. <br />
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One of my contributions to the menu was crepes with caramel and banana sauce. It sounded so good but I'd never made caramel sauce before. I checked out a couple recipes including <a href="http://frenchfood.about.com/od/crepes/r/saltcaramelcrep.htm">this</a> one, and <a href="http://simplyrecipes.com/recipes/caramel_sauce/">this</a> one.<br />
Some of the directions I'd read warned that it was easy to mess it up and ruin the batch, but to just try again. I only had one pint of cream, so only had one shot.<br />
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Not one to follow a recipe exactly, I put less water in than it called for, but ended up adding the correct amount anyway. I thought the sugar was supposed to melt, but it was just supposed to get hot and boil. It gets REALLY hot; I'd had a drop of it get on my hand a week or so ago and it blistered up and hurt like crazy for a week. Be careful when you make this stuff.</div>
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We're shooting for a beautiful caramelly amber color, which is sort of subjective, depending on how amber amber is to you... so they also suggest using a candy thermometer if you're unsure... 350 degrees. It took awhile to boil, and I'm still not positive when you wash the sides down to get the crystals out. </div>
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Pretty soon it starts to color... and you better have all your ingredients on hand like they tell you to because when you start pouring the cream in, things happen fast!! I wish I had a picture of the moment I poured the cream in ... it was a split second of clumping hot sugar and cream and panic thinking I'd ruined it... and then suddenly in the same second smoothing out in to a silky creamy buttery caramel.</div>
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and there was enough left; about a half cup, to try the recipe out. I chopped a half banana into the caramel and warmed it up a little. </div>
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I threw a couple crepes in a pan; made them pretty small, since I only wanted to taste it...<br />
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Wow... decadent! With a tiny scoop of ice cream, mascarpone and honey, or whipped cream, this little sample size would make a perfect dessert. Yes, yes, I'll be making this again.</div>
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I'm afraid my students liked the crepes without the sauce (they called them "cowboy pancakes"!) and I had lots of the sauce to take home.<br />
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<tr><td colspan="3">by <a href="http://www.poets.org/poet.php/prmPID/658">Sara Teasdale</a> </td> </tr>
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<tr><td colspan="2" valign="top"><pre>I saw a star slide down the sky,
Blinding the north as it went by,
Too burning and too quick to hold,
Too lovely to be bought or sold,
Good only to make wishes on
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Isn't a rainbow symbolic of a promise? Noah saw a rainbow after his ordeal with the flood. It must have been hairy (npi) gathering all those animals, in that monstrosity of an ark and setting off knowing all his contemporaries were drowning... and 60 days and nights holed up with his family... including daughters-in-law and sons-in-law...</div>
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When I left my sisters a few days ago after a birthday party for my mom, I took the long way home... now I know why. There was a storm brewing and conditions were perfect for this rainbow. </div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline;">I had never seen such vivid colors in a rainbow... the pictures are an insult to the refraction of light. The colors were so bright I could've separated the strands and braided them. It is rare to see such brilliant violet!</span><br />
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The rainbow seemed to follow me over the rambling, and curving rural roads and seemed within reach; just around the corner and I would run into the end of it and pull right up to the pot of gold.</div>
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So, where does the promise thing come in? I suppose I could claim the earlier promise and be glad there will never be a flood like Noah's fiasco... even though there has been a lot of unusual flooding in New York . Ok, how about a promise that my loved ones will be safe? How about a promise that I'll stay healthy enough to keep my job? How about a promise that those huge trees next to our house don't fall on us (or our neighbors) before we can get them cut down!?</div>
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Well, promises aside; I know there are really no promises in life, the rainbow turned double and I was pretty much awed. I watched it until I reached Route 20 and it cleared up. I smiled all the way home. :)</div>
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My little nephew found his favorite cousin's boyfriend... not sure if the cousin is the favorite or the boyfriend is!<br />
My mom, my sister and her oldest lined up for pictures... they say they resemble each other...<br />
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and with me added to the mix, I might fit in as well...<br />
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My brother's girls helped their grandmother with a lot of the plans.<br />
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They arrived and were gracious enough to act surprized and happy to have a party planned in honor of their 25 years together. Pictures and albums were shared, a fine meal with those great Triple Cities Polish Golub<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 16px;">ki.</span></span><br />
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My mom made a quiz with many questions about my brother and my sister-in-law's lives since that day 25 years ago. Questions about what kind of cars they had owned, their dog's names, their favorite family vacation spots and so on. It was fun to see what everyone remembered about them. My sister-in-law's brother got all of the questions correct... I'm sure I got the one about their cars wrong. Who remembers what car everyone has?!<br />
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We spent some time sharing funny and poignant stories about our families and the impression they have made on us. I have always admired my little brother and his family. They have stood together through buying a house, fixing nearly every square inch of it, landscaping it, two baby-to-college-age daughters, dogs, vacations, family, in-laws and all that goes with that.<br />
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After the formalities, the cake was cut and my little sister played some of her country line dancing music (she teaches at Colgate University and community lessons).</div>
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Aw, well, it was a long party and Katie got a little antsy... so we did Bumpy Roads! (ask my kids!)<br />
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We love Ft. Ti and have spent many weekends learning about the 18th century and trying out our gear and techniques we've researched. So, today, when we were in street clothes, coming through the sallyport, it was strange!<br />
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Mr Privit was delivered of a puffball mushroom as a gift from Sharah. It was to be sliced and fried for dinner that night.<br />
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Chloe was not sure about this proposed mushroom dinner...<br />
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Our visit took us down to the King's garden in search of the Brits. This notch in the garden wall gave hints to the beautiful flowers and plants in there, carefully tended by the gardener.</div>
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Things were heating up for dinner over their primitive kitchen.<br />
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We stopped on the way out to say good bye to our favorite soldier, Joe. (xo) Soon we headed home and sent Darcy on her way. We kept Joshua for awhile though... Sharah and I had more plans for the day! <br />
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We went to a parcel of state land and took Josh's stroller off-roading... he was asleep but he usually loves the outdoors, so we figured he wouldn't mind.<br />
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Back at Aunt Sharah's we got our garage sale glass containers and made terrariums. I had seen them in the posh version of the NYC clothing store Urban Outfitters when we were down visiting Jeremy and Jenny.<br />
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We took the things we had gathered, arranged them into a woodland snapshot...<br />
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watered them just a tad...<br />
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and set the covers on to start the 'terrarium environment' process. The moisture begins to condense onto the walls of the container and drizzles down the sides or is reabsorbed by the plants. We put tiny trees and ferns in them and little seeds in the dirt began to grow. The moss perks up and continues to reach down the sticks it is growing on.<br />
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This is the one we made for Joshua's bedroom.<br />
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Sharah's came out very nice and she took a couple pictures of it in front of the pond on the property where they live.<br />
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Then we went apple picking! Sharah has made some pretty good applejack and apple wine/beer with apples she (and I) picked last fall. We climbed some trees, shook some branches and gathered a few more bushels for this year's brew.<br />
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Joshua watched us from a blanket, or his chair, or from the back of the pickup truck. I'm afraid I klonked him a time or two with a bouncing apple! We got several boxes full before I had to head home. Sharah and Squish stayed for a while after that and gathered some more. I was so glad to be able to spend the day with the girls and Joshua! Love them all so much.<br />
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Here's to Ti, good friends, daughters, apple picking and the next generation.sharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14144062493791531524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31954589.post-79861061856191308752011-10-01T10:01:00.000-04:002011-10-01T10:01:39.000-04:00Mabee...<br />
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This summer there was a reenactment at Mabee Farm. It is a lovely setting right on the Mohawk River. A great number of outbuildings and huge trees, wooded areas, fields, gardens, and riverfront allows everyone to have their own space, do their own thing, yet, be working together.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Here my daughter, Sharah, cleans her firearm. She is one to hunt, run in the woods and generally do what needs to be done. I'm pretty proud of what she has learned and how she puts it into practice, always trying to improve her impression and increase her knowledge. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This weekend I brought some of my toys and games to the event. I set up some things at the edge of the parade ground and hung the swing and rope swing in this tree. These three boys tried every possible contortion, game, and mischief with them and had a riot making all sorts of noise. They could have been from any decade in history!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">These kids played a couple different marble games. I make clay marbles and don't worry about it when they get lost... someday someone will find one and wonder where it came from. I hope they envision these kids playing taw in the dirt at Maybe Farm!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Always Chloe... she has a huge family of re-enactors and she is well loved for her precocious ways. Here she exacts a toll for going back up the path to the site!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And here is Chloe with her dad, she playing the poor waif waiting for her dad to go fight.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sharah fried up the morels and some ramps she found. They were wonderful. I can imagine what a treat they would be on a campaign or brought into a cozy cabin for a evening meal.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">After dark, we sliced and fried up some beaver a friend had given us. It was passed around for everyone to try. The meat is sweet and moist, with just enough grease to make it succulent. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Darcy brought my little grandson and he was inducted. So sweet to hold him. :)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Here I am with Joshua... Couldn't be more proud!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And in the evening; the dance. The Dutch barn is perfect for this! What fun to just kick back and have a blast with old and new friends. If I could just keep that dang cap from sliding around! I'm in the second set from the left...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Thanks to Don Prouix for great pics of the dance!<br />
We had a great day and even though it rained the next day, I think we packed a lot into the time we had. </td></tr>
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