Sunday, October 26, 2008

My Aunt Frieda


























After Uncle Jerry's funeral, I started this entry. I put in this photo of Aunt Frieda but never got anything written. I think Aunt Frieda is lovely and looks exactly like an elderly grandmother (great grandmother and yes, even a great-great grandmother) should look like. When I quit working, I'm going to let my hair grow out and wear it up in a bun. Of course, it won't look as pretty as blonde Aunt Frieda's. Mine will be gray. If I'm really lucky, mine will turn silver like my mother's lovely hair.

Anyway, just this hour I learned that Aunt Frieda's husband, my funny Uncle Joe, died yesterday. Aunt Frieda and Uncle Joe were always my favorite aunt and uncle. Besides the fact that they were both nice, gentle and always had time to talk to a little one, they were sort of fairy tale characters in my life story.

I was the 8th of nine children and born in 1950. Whopping cough was a serious threat to little children, babies and elderly folks. There was no vacination and not much medicines to cure the disease or ease the symptoms. When I was born, my folks thought the older children had been exposed to whooping cough. They couldn't take me home from the hospital for fear that I might be exposed.

Uncle Joe and Aunt Frieda had two boys, probably 5 and 7 years so they got the job of taking home this week-old baby girl. I was always told this story and must have known that Aunt Frieda would have gladly kept and raised me . . . but of course, my parents went and reclaimed me after the threat of the whooping cough.

At Uncle Jerry's funeral, both Uncle Joe and Aunt Frieda knew and recognized their many neices and nephews . . . and I think Uncle Joe even threatened to chew on a few ears!

Uncle Joe























I took a picture of Uncle Joe at the dinner following Uncle Jerry's funeral. He knew he was frowning . . . or at least Uncle Joe knew he wasn't at his best . . . and he said, "take it again".


I did.


He smiled.


And here he is at his best.


Family Tree
























My family gave me this for Mother's Day. I am into genealogy and searching the family tree, big time, so this gift meant a lot to me. I should have taken it to a framing shop and had it matted and framed right. Instead, I stuck it in this frame to protect the photo until some later date when I'll get it matted and framed professionally. Meanwhile, it is up and I'll enjoy seeing it every day . . .




Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Attention: Daughter #1


Sorry about the glare but please read this cereal box. "Lower your Cholesterol 4% in 6 weeks!" okay, my exclamation mark. If you haven't done any reading or research on how to naturally reduce your Cholesterol, just tell your Mama. I'll get started.

Sunday, October 12, 2008

It must be Fall at Too


Fall at Too means cleaning the gutters. There are so many trees over/around the cabin that the eve troughs get full of leaves and then the rain water can't run down the spouts but washes over the edge of the troughs and makes mud around the cabin.
There is only one way to get those leaves out . . . and Himself gets the job done!

Roughing it


Visiting Too is not sitting in the the lap of luxury.
Visiting Too is roughing it, making do, doing without.
Here is little Audri, making do at Too . . .
sitting on a pan with a dish towel around her neck for a bib.
But she didn't complain!