High School
I went to open house at the high school last night. I had such a nostalgic feeling as I walked through the halls and smelled the science lab and the gym. Do you remember the smell of the gym? That floor wax smell? It hasn’t changed a bit.
There are all kinds of new gadgets and gizmos that weren’t around 30 years ago when I was in high school, but basically, kids are the same. They’re trying to find their place. They’re trying not to stand out or be different. Well, most of them anyway.
I got a little excited as I walked from class to class to meet the teachers. What was my teacher (my daughter’s teacher) going to be like? Should I sit in the front or the back? I found myself sending my daughter a text when I found out that she was having two tests today. “You’re having a Spanish test! Are you studying?”
And another text, “Oh, my goodness, sweetie! You’re having a vocab test in English! Are you studying?”
The reply: “Mom. Yes.”
If I had to go back and ‘do’ high school all over again, with the wisdom I have gained through the years, I would tell myself to branch out some. I wouldn’t be so afraid of the ‘potheads’ or the kids who smoked outside. I would get to know more people.
I would most definitely put a little more effort into my work. I made good grades, but I could have made better. I could have pushed myself more.
I would tell myself to not worry so much about fashion or style or where my friends bought their clothes.
But, all that stuff was important then and it’s still important now to teenagers. It may take them 30 years to realize that what really mattered was how they treated people. That’s what they will remember.
Hannah’s Horse Paintings
Southern Cornbread
Today, I’m thankful for…
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School being back in session. I love them being home, but, it’s time…
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A hyper husband…because I’m not.
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All 4 children now changing their own sheets.
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The privilege of prayer.
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An almost 21 year old son who will come sit and talk with me for an hour when he gets in from work.
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A daughter who makes me buy funky clothes instead of the black I always pick out.
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A daughter who reads her Bible, has her cup of coffee and writes in her journal every morning in the loft of the barn.
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A little boy who stops and gives me big kisses when I’m least expecting it.
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Did I already say school being back in session?
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Macaroni and tomatoes.
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Our children’s grandparents: their unconditional love, wisdom, hospitality and the occasional $20 bill.
- Cooler weather.
- An incredibly godly pastor and pastor’s wife.
- The opportunity to start fresh every morning.
- A handsome husband who always puts the kids and me at the top of the list.
- All of YOU who sometimes read what I write on here.
Canning Tomatoes
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| From our garden (2011) |
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| Submerge tomatoes a few at a time into boiling water. 30 seconds should be plenty of time. There is no need to put them in ice water. Just let them cool a few minutes before removing the peeling. |
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| As you can see, these skins are ready to slide right off. Core them, peel and then put into a saucepan. |
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| Wash jars, bands and lids in hot, soapy water. |
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| Sterilize jars and bands (only wash the rubberized lids). |
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| Finished for the day! I will use these for soups, spaghetti sauces, chili – the possibilities are endless.
Happy Canning! |
How to Freeze Purple Hull Peas
Freezing peas or any vegetable, for that matter (except potatoes) is such an easy process. The only real time consuming part is the shelling.
By the time I got around to making a picture, I had already shelled these. But, this gives you an idea of what to look for if you make a trip to the Farmer’s Market. Purple Hull really means what it says.
Have a large bowl of ice water ready. The ice water will cool the peas and stop the cooking process.
Drain the peas in a colendar and then pur them immediately into the ice water. It won’t take long for them to cool. Remove the ice with a slotted spoon and drain the peas once more in the colendar.
I have always frozen produce in plastic freezer bags, but this year I found these freezer containers in the canning section. Leave a little room at the top, because they will expand when they freeze.
Playhouses
My sister and I cultivated our housekeeping skills at an early age by always keeping a ‘playhouse’ somewhere in the house and outside. We would set up play areas here and there, usually with Barbie dolls and baby dolls in the house. One special place I remember in the basement was at the bottom of the stairs, underneath the stairwell, in between the stairs and the hot water heater. There was a piece of furniture that made the third wall of our playhouse and a ledge under the steps. This was a fantastic playhouse, especially since we could really hide and hear the goings on of the grown ups while we were carrying on our own little life.
In the summers, things got a lot more elaborate. There was a trail from our house into the woods and we found a relatively flat spot to be our playhouse. There were lots of large grape vines and these were used as couches, beds and shelves. They were also good room partitions for our kitchen and bathroom. We saved Mother’s empty Merle Norman jars and bottles for our playhouse bathroom and carried armloads of empty Campbell’s soup cans and spice jars for our kitchen. Probably these relics are still down there underneath years of leaves.
Imaginative play is so very important for children. I always tried to foster a love of pretend in my little ones. They loved boxes – the bigger the better – and they would have so many adventures in their little hiding places.
Of course, couch cushions were the perfect building materials for their walls and tunnels. I never minded my den being destroyed because I knew the children were using their wonderful imaginations and more importantly, were not watching t.v.! Of course, all the extra blankets were pulled out to make the roofs for the houses and tunnels.
So, here’s to playhouses, clubhouses, forts, tunnels and tree houses! Hours and days spent in wonderful worlds far away.
I loved the day mom washed the sheets and let us play with the ones she took off the beds. We would make tents like crazy with them. Also, mom would make me Barbie cars, table, etc from the cardboard Tide boxes. I loved those cars so much because she would do a backseat also and four of my Barbies could fix in it.
Easy Blackberry Cobbler
Family reunions and the 4th of July call for fruit cobblers. I told the bagger at the grocery store today that I was making a cobbler and he had no idea what I was talking about. He kept saying, “a what?” Apparently, he wasn’t from this neck of the woods.
Mother always made her own crust, but I cheat a little (o.k., a lot) and use the Pillsbury pie crusts. I prefer crusty, flaky cobblers, not chewy cobblers. The chewy ones have a flour batter dropped into the fruit. The type that Cracker Barrel serves (which are yummy, too).
4-H County Livestock Show
The county livestock show was today. We had one steer and two heifers. Here are some highlights…
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| Nanny and Violet came to watch! |
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| Backcombing the tail! It needs to be really fluffy. |
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| “Fitting” the heifer includes adhesive, conditioner, combs and even spray paint. |
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| Getting ready to go into the ring for the first time with a heifer. He did a great job! |
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| Campbell’s friends came by to watch and support him! |
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| Father and Son |


































