Is it wrong to take a 1 1/2 year old (at the time) to a graveyard with you to take pictures. I was admittedly a little freaked out that she just stood there and pointed!
I'm a graveyard fanatic as many people who know me have witnessed (any many fellow genealogist are as well). I've dragged many patient friend off to a nearby cemetery. When I visited my brother and sister-in-law this past summer in North Carolina, the first thing my SIL mentioned was that there was a cemetery within walking distance if I wanted to go. God love her! Of course we went (with 2 children in tow;)
Now many genealogy bloggers like to do something called Tombstone Tuesday, and seeing as how I have more pictures of gravestones than I know what to do with I though I'd add a few of my own. The first one that caught my eye (above) was my youngest who was "helping" me on this day that I went to photograph a few in a local cemetery. I think actually my 13 year old took this pic of little sister pointing eerily in the distance. It did creep me out somewhat.
Then there was the fun time, my 11 year old and I got a flat tire in a cemetery. I had just stopped off to take a few pics. Lucky for her she was off school that day! So we had 3 quality hours (as we waited for AAA) to talk and look for names on graves from the list of needed photos - and we found NONE! Not one darn name. But, we did have a fun time :)
I hope I'm not warping them. I do love that they are getting a sense of history, a sense of respect for those who have passed before us. At least I think that's what they are getting out of it, maybe I should double check on that...
Tell me this is not the scariest Santa you've ever seen (that wasn't intended to be scary).
My lovely grandmother-in-law, Jean Lang Horne, whom I never had the pleasure of meeting, was a crafty soul in her later years. We have a plethora of lovely stuffed and studded ornaments and stockings. She even made a beautiful quilt for her first great-grandchild - which she forbade her grandsons to have while she was still living!
She also made, what is quite possibly the scariest looking Santa ornament I've ever seen. The picture does not do justice to just how creepy this guy can look when he's staring at you from the back branch of the Christmas tree. My daughter refuses to even hang it on the tree. I think it's the eyes. Whatever it is, it's just weird. Jean, of course, had no intention of creating a creepy Clause - and frankly it just adds to the love of ugly thing. It gives me a giggle every time I look at it. Everything's better with a story, intended or not. And we have a great one with this guy. I will ensure that my youngest, Nora Jean, gets this for her tree someday. She can tell her kids that this is the Santa that visits if they don't behave!
On a less scary and less interesting note, these little angels sat on my grandparents shelves for every Christmas as long as I could remember - and then my mother's. I snagged them before my brother could after mom died. And this is the second Christmas they've adorned my mantle.
As I was gazing at all my Xmas decor the other day, I started to laugh thinking that these beloved angels were probably made in China and something my grandmother bought on the cheap. But apparently they are solid brass from India!
Whether it's a brass angel or a scary Santa face, as always, it's the memories of the people who handed these down to us that warms our hearts and keeps us putting the same darn decorations out year after year.
I wish I could to see how many generations after me that Santa is hanging around!
In honor of wordless Wednesday, I decided to post a much loved pic of my great-grandparents, John and Annie Guthrie. I love the "Mother and Dad" that my grandmother wrote at the bottom too. Ok, enough with the words!
My mom was a great cook; and recipes are a frequent source of hand-me-downs from one generation to the next. So I was thrilled to go through my mother's old cookbook after she passed away. Cooking came late to me; I was 40 before I really appreciated how to love cooking. I tried anything and everything - except for what I found in my mom's old cookbook. Just look at the 2nd picture. These are the tabs and the order they come in according to the index: Cookies, cake-pastry, desserts, drinks, eggs-cheese....Salads 3rd from last, vegetables - dead last!
So for those of you who haven't quite hit 40 yet - let me just prepare you, your body does not take kindly to these types of goodies like it once did. There was NO WAY I was going to eat something called "Candy Bar Pie" (3rd pic), as good as it sounded. A quick consult of the salad section revealed "Tuna-Bacon-Macaroni Bowl" and "Cherry Coke Salad". Really? Every vegetable dish used potatoes or had the word pudding in it. Nothing green to be found.
What's even funnier is that I never knew my mother to make any of this stuff. Believe me, I would have remembered Candy Bar Pie! But she wrote every one of these down in her perfect handwriting and must have, at some point, experimented with these recipes. The meat section does contain a few I will try. Especially the one's with my grandmother's name next to them like, "Betty Bash's Enchiladas". My mom always said Betty was a good cook.
Of course, even though, I won't make 1/2 this stuff, I will treasure the book always. I love to see her handwriting, her notes, who she gave credit to for the recipes - a cookbook is a good as a photo album sometimes with the amount of history it contains. So crack open those family recipes and get cooking!
P.S. if anyone actually wants the full recipe to Candy Bar Pie, just let me know!
I volunteer to shelve books at my local genealogy library because I love the place, and while it's not the most exciting work, it feels good to help out. It's also worth it when I come across books that make me think: "really, someone wrote that down?" Don't get me wrong, I approve of ANY and ALL recording of history - I'm just glad that some of it gives me the giggles.
Here's one I saw recently, "Early Bounty Hunters of Butler County, Pennsylvania" published in 1934. I was hoping to find some of my PA relatives here, but no luck! I suppose it's not too surprising that Pennsylvania would have some wild animal problems; especially in 1811 when the list of bounties starts in this book. The introduction is priceless:
"The colorful romance of the bounty-hunger who combined the thrill of the chase with commercial enterprise in exterminating our Carnivora, has been told and retold elsewhere [I'll have to look that book up!]. Ours is merely the task of compiling available statistics, which give weight to the story. The bounty animals referred to in the complications are Mountain Lions, Bobcats, Wolves, and Foxes."
Mountain Lions and wolves were the big bounty, worth $8 each! Wolf pups were only $3. Bobcats offered $1 and foxes .50. Next comes a long list of names ordered by the date of warrant or bounty - which makes it difficult to find your relative as you'd have to read through the WHOLE BOOK. But if you did find an ancestor here you would know exactly how many wolves, pups, foxes, etc. they had killed and how much they got for it. For example, in May of 1811 David Cristy and John Barnhart both killed 6 wolf pups! A whopping $18 went a long way in 1811. Good job boys!
I'm Jodi. Lover of genealogy, graveyards, and stuff that's old.