Saturday, November 7, 2009

FALL





My fall kitchen center piece includes an old Home Canning Book by Kerr, a rolling pin, a Mason jar filled with spaghetti, and some fall colored recipes card. All of this is tied together with my yellow gingham apron. Wooden spoons and a whisk are tucked into the pockets. A jar of honey and a fragrant pumpkin spice candle are placed on either side.



A basket of potatoes, an old Dutch oven, a meat grinder, rustic boards, and temple wheat set the foundation. Atop an organ bench that grandpa built for me 46 years ago sits a picture of an elderly woman praying over her meager meal. This picture hung in Gramma’s kitchen and now hangs in mine. A fall colored apron and a vintage card complete the ensemble.



Here, our Thanksgiving ancestors welcome and give thanks for the harvest.



My spicy harvest candles and pioneer rag doll adorn the end table. Laura Ingalls Wilder ties in the theme of simpliness, family, and harvest.



Old school books used by the children in Laura Ingall’s Wilder’s era, Tom Sawyer, and the poem and story The Touch of the Master’s Hand—A moving and wonderful story, accent the collection atop the table.





My little farm house collection… An old window frame I found, a pitchfork with a fall napkin tied in a bow, and some wild green foliage makeup my grouping.





My little pioneer rag doll is kept warm, by her shawl, during chilly autumn nights.



Miss Cleopatra decides to join in on the festivities.



Blessings to all this Thanksgiving season.

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

THE HOMEMADE SOUP ITCH



No, these are not my happy little tomatoes. Mine got eaten up too quickly, so I had to borrow pictures... ;)

It was so chilly yesterday, that the homemade soup itch got me! Happens every year right about this time...I love homemade soups in the Fall and Winter...



DH was given some garden tomatoes and potatos from someone at work, and since the weather had turned, and the tomatoes needed processing, what a better way to put them to use!



So, we washed the tomatoes...



And we stewed the tomatoes...



And we made a beautiful chunky cream of tomatoe soup...Mmmmm...Mmmm...Good!



Next up is homemade potato soup! Hearty eating to you all this chilly Fall!

Sunday, September 27, 2009

A DAY TRIP TO HEART MOUNTAIN





My honey and I took a day trip yesterday to Cody, Wyoming. We intended on once again visiting the Wild Bill Cody museum but got too late of a start to do so. On the way, however, we were fortunate to be able to visit the Heart Mountain Relocation Center, which was actually an internment camp. This little-known site between Powell and Cody relates the fate of almost 11,000 Japanese people who were interned here at this particular camp for a three-year period during World War II...



We walked around the buildings in the photos above and below...



Because the US Government were at war with Japan and did not want any espionage or sabatoge by this people, they interred any and all Japanese living in certain parts of West coast states...

“Within two months of Pearl Harbor, political and military leaders prevailed upon President Roosevelt to sign Executive Order 9066, which gave the Army carte blanche to uproot citizens and aliens alike from their homes…”



Though I can see why our government took such actions (i.e. the post-911 fear of certain races of people in America), it must have been extremely sad and hard for these people to be plucked from their homes, upon short notice, and only allowed 100 pounds per person, or “what they could carry”. Homes, livestock, pets, furnishings, automobiles, and jobs were all abandoned. They were put on railcars and shipped on a four-day journey across the land. The blinds on the windows were closed so that no one could see out to where they were being relocated to...



There were 10 such relocation centers in the United States. At Heart Mountain alone, there were 550 babies born into captivity during the three-year period...



What impressed me the most was the absolute fortitude of these people. Though stuffed into small unfurnished and thin-walled barracks, they made the best of their situation. They raised schools, a hospital, a police and firestation, a court house, a sewage treatment plant, a swimming hole, and other ammenities found in any ordinary city...



They played organized sports...Sometimes playing against the local Cody boys...



Along with building a city, the Japanese people grew huge acreages of vegetable gardens to subsidize their food allotment...



They also had a hog and chicken farm...And, hand-dug irrigation systems are now still in use by local farmers.



Amazingly, some Japanese enlisted in the US military and went on to become friends with those they served in the government who imprisoned them...

As boys, these two men, one an American citizen, the other a Japanese American citizen, one free, the other interred, met as boyscouts and later served in the same government together. They have remained friends throughout their lives...



Here is an excerpt from their story...

A Letter from former U.S. Transportation Secretary Norman Mineta and former Wyoming Senator Alan Simpson about the HMWF Interpretive Learning Center

Dear visitor to the HMWF website,

The two of us have been friends now for almost sixty-five years – our entire lives in politics, and then some. But we think the most special thing about our friendship is the unlikely place it began, behind the barbed-wire fence of the Heart Mountain Relocation Center in Park County, Wyoming.

Heart Mountain was one of the ten so-called “Relocation Centers” that the government set up during World War II to detain all of the people of Japanese ancestry from the West Coast after forcing them from their homes. It was a harsh place, where hundreds of families like the Mineta family struggled to get by, charged with no crime yet interned on baseless suspicions of disloyalty. And it was a place that families like the Simpson family of Cody, Wyoming, knew little about, even though it was quite nearby.

But each of the places – the town of Cody and the Heart Mountain camp – had a Boy Scout troop, and the two of us were both scouts. That’s how we met – as twelve-year-olds at a Jamboree beneath the guard towers at Heart Mountain. We knew even then that we had a lot more in common than our government seemed to think possible. And though we were a lot more interested in tying knots and playing pranks back then than we were in the Constitution and civil rights, we now understand how important Heart Mountain was in forming our shared conviction that an injustice like the Japanese American internment should never again happen in the United States of America......Our friendship, begun as Boy Scouts at Heart Mountain, has lasted for decades. We want to make sure that future generations of Boy and Girl Scouts – and all who prize human dignity and freedom – will have the opportunity to learn the lessons of the Heart Mountain Relocation Center through a visit to the Interpretive Learning Center. We hope you’ll consider joining the Heart Mountain Wyoming Foundation in this important effort...

Respectfully and Sincerely,


Norman Y. Mineta Alan K. Simpson


To read the entirety of their letter, view other photographs, and learn more about The Heart Mountain Relocation Center, please visit the website of The Heart Mountain Wyoming Foundation

May we never forget...

Saturday, September 26, 2009

TRIP TO PORTLAND...PART II







THE SMALLEST PARK…

This is the smallest official park in, I believe, the U.S...

It’s the tiny little plot in the middle of this busy street…



BARGES…Float this river by the downtown park…



LITTLE PEOPLE...

Aren’t little people wonderful..!



THE AQUARIUM AT SEASIDE, OREGON…







THE BEAUTIFUL OREGON COAST…





ADRIEN HAD JUST GOTTEN PUMMELED BY A WAVE...Notice the saturated hair and eyebrows...





SAND MAN...



TRENCH MAN...



INLAND AGAIN…

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

TRIP TO PORTLAND...PART I







Almost a full month since I posted—wow. I have a feeling, though, that as Fall sets in followed by Winter, my off-time will be focused more on indoor activities, thus more blogging!

Last week, my oldest daughter, my three grandbabies, and I went on a trip to Portland, Oregon. When all was said and done, we had logged over 2000 miles and had some pretty tired boys after being stuffed in the car for that long.



ON THE WAY...





HIGHLIGHTS FROM THE PORTLAND ZOO...



It was $2.00 Tuesday, so it took a good 15 minutes of driving around trying to find a parking spot. Needless to say, we never did so had to drive a few miles back to the shuttle lot, park, and take a bus back to the zoo. It turned out well, though, as the boys had never ridden on a bus before.

Mama loves the baby...



Baby loves the mama...



The polar bears look so sweet, but we know otherwise, I think...



Three little farmers...







SAFARI SAM’S is a really fun indoor playland…





OF COURSE WE HAD TO RIDE THE MAX…One of the funnest things to do in the city...



It is relatively inexpensive, and you can ride for miles…city to city…



DOWNTOWN…





Monday, August 24, 2009

AN ARTIST'S HOUSE CONTINUED





Here is more of the house, or cabin as they call it, of Doris...











The original bar/dance hall portion of the cabin...



Swinging bar doors off of the old saloon leading into the bathroom...







More of General Custer's room...



Doris designed a fun set of stairs in their cabin...You have to alternate back and forth, with your left foot and then right...



Another set of stairs goes to the Secret Attic...Again, all of the paintings on the walls are her own...







The maiden at the top of the stairs is painted on the wall...Her flowers are silk ones, which are attached on the wall...A deck goes outside over looking the stream...



This young girl is a characature of one of Doris' grandaughters who used to babysit for us...



Looking out onto the deck from the Secret Attic...





Random shots...





This artist used to travel to different lands and paint the people...She has many portraits of Arabs, Indians, etc.







Needless to say, it was a wonderful setting for a wedding...







Saturday, August 22, 2009

AN ARTIST'S HOUSE







The pictures herein are only a taste of experiencing the real thing, as pictures never really do tell the whole story with their lack of clarity and feeling...

However, please enjoy...



Chanielle sitting on one of the artist's (Doris) many decks...



Julian and Adrien on the hand-built bridge from her house to the clearing...



The area right in front is part of the main entry way, which was originally a saloon and dance hall. The continuation of it is to the right of the picture. That is all that was there when they purchased the property.



Looking down from the second-floor balcony...



A closet door in one of the many many guest rooms...She applied actual chicken wire...



Her Indian room. These are Indians that she painted and displayed in this particular room. In making the walls to look like leather, she enlisted the help of her grandchildren and some paper bags...



A children's theater scene from one wall of the Red Lady's room...



The Red Lady...She has a specific name, which I don't recall...This room has a large bed for mama and daddy and also a crib...Above the crib is a nursery window so that mother's can peak in on their children...This artist has a very large family with lots of grandkids, and she and her husband wanted all of the comforts to be available to them.



In Custer's room, there is a stairway ascending up the wall to a child's loft...



A painted door...



A waiting area with more of her paintings and books that only look like books...



Door of The Cowboy Room...Notice the real leather that is attached to the painting...



Another bedroom door...



A wall behind the toilet has painted leaves and flowers with some silk flowers added...



Closet door in same bathroom as above...



This flower room is where our bride-to-be was getting ready with her ladies in waiting...





Another painting in the flower room...It has an offical name, as all the rooms do, but I can't recall it...



Some of the cording/brass buttons are glued onto the door to blend in with this painting...



A view from the vaulted ceiling...



Another view from above...



Now this room is amazing! Note the real bird's nest by the window and real tree branches on the ceiling. Since this bedroom is on an upper floor, she had to drag the branches all through the house and up the stairs...



Another wall...Another nest...Notice the tree trunk attached to the wall...





Painted trees...With real leaves attached...Notice the face on the trunk...





Another painted door...This one with brass rings and ropes attached...



A light switch in the above room...



A bedroom closet door...



To be continued...