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Outside My Window ~ 7.03.2016
Outside my window….is a cool 70°F with heavy cloud cover afternoon. Lots of humidity too ~ 87%. It poured rain this morning….all morning. The flood canal in back was well over the banks and the side yard was deep with standing water. The grounds are saturated now. I like how everything is so clean….so lush and green…after a rain. It isn’t raining now – hasn’t been for a couple of hours. It is about 2:50 Sunday afternoon and the skies look like they may not be finished with the rain. There is a 40% chance of rain in my area for the rest of the night. Unless there is considerable…
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10/52
Our theme for week 10 of Project 52 was Childhood Toys. Many, many moons have passed since I was a child and unfortunately I have no toys from my childhood, but I do have this Raggedy Ann doll that my paternal grandmother made for me when I was in my 20’s. I didn’t have any children at the time, in fact she was beginning to wonder if I ever would. She decided I needed a baby doll and I happily accepted when she offered. I did finally have two daughters and their great-grandmother got the chance to see them before she left us. I pull out my Raggedy Ann every once in awhile….I smooth out…
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Nellie
Nellie was born in August, 1904 1903 in rural North Carolina. In August 1920, she married Celius…they had seven children. She was a farmer’s wife and lived a simple life. She loved to have her long hair brushed ~ to the point you thought your arm would fall off. She always wore her long hair in a bun except when she went to bed. She taught me to crochet even though she was right handed and I am left handed. She had me sit in front of her so I could follow along….I was fairly young when I learned. She hummed or sang hymns while she cooked. She made the best fried chicken. Ever. Each time…
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Mary Belle
Mary Belle was born in rural Alabama. She married Martin and had seven children. She made the best cinnamon toast, biscuits and vegetable soup ever. She didn’t drive until very late in her life. She didn’t like riding over bridges ~ it was ironic because her husband built them. Once she got out of the car and walked over the bridge because she thought it wasn’t safe to ride over. During a conversation, she would whisper words she deemed inappropriate to say out loud. She loved her family and her faith. She didn’t like to have her picture taken. It has been said that I look just like her, since the day I was born.…