Monday, February 06, 2012

Morghan Grace
















Happy 13th Birthday, Morghan Grace.
Nana loves you!


I put these pics in from birth order, upwards . . . and what happened?  Blogger scrambled my photos . . . at first I thought, Yikes!  I've got to sort these pics all out again.  Then, thinking it through, I realized that 13 years of memories don't come thru in chronological order.  These precious memories pop into our minds at odd and various times.  They come to warm our hearts a minute and then (especially in my old mind!) they are gone again until another day and another time reminds us of that special memory.  Thank goodness for my photo albums!  I have had a lot of joy and fond memories in my stroll tonight through the last 13 years with Missie.  Miss Morghan.  Morghan Grace, my first and bestest oldest granddaughter.

                                                              Love you, Missie Morghan!
                                                                    Happy teenage years.





Friday, February 03, 2012

Craig


Prankster


Father


Family Man


Tease



Willing Participant
4 Generations


Wrestler . . . and in this case "Loser"
And the Winner IS!  Gabrielle!


Uncle


and Uncle a bunch of times . . .


Married Man
Love this wedding photo!


Happy 36th Birthday, son o' mine.






Monday, January 30, 2012

My big bro . . .


February 2011.
Austin Christmas.
Gary. 
Interested and involved and
Fit as a Fiddle.



May 19, 2011
Taking my grandchildren
on a pickup ride thru the pastures
to check on the cows --
and going strong. 


July
Gary and Alice weren't stopping
every Friday like they were.
I thought Alice was upset because I had
unfriended Brittney.

Then, one day on the phone,
Gary told me he was forgetting things.
That he would have a list of things
to do on Friday morning but would forget.

Alice told me her concerns one evening
and we thought it was a new medicine
causing the memory problems and the confusions.
So we determined to get him to the doctor. 
August 23, 2011
Just home from Des Moines Surgery.
Ms Dog, Lady, had missed him
and climbed on his lap.
"Zipper", he called it,
that thing in his head.



October 01, 2011.
Gary's 66th birthday celebration
at April and Harold's
with family all around.
Still the Center of the Household.
The Master of the House. 


October 4, 2011.
Gary gave Beth and I permission
to visit his radiation treatment.
It was fascinating.  It was hopeful. 
But it wasn't the answer to our prayers. 


January 6, 2012
Gary's Hospital Stay.
A slippery, slidey slope,
but still pretty much himself on this day. 
A sight for sore eyes. 


January 23, 2012
A quiet Monday night.
Good Night,
Kind Brother.
Sleep Tight. 



January 24, 2012
Gary hadn't eaten his supper
so I fed him some pears and pudding
while Alice stood by.  I asked him to smile
 for the photo and he did. 
There!  that looks better! 

Thursday, January 26,
Gary moved to the Hospice House.
Monday, January 30, 2012.
Gary departed this life for the next. 
Rest in Peace, my brother.
Rest in Peace. 





Thursday, January 26, 2012

Barbies gone wild.


We left the girls home alone for a few days.


They invited in friends.

And more friends. 


I think they had a whee of a time.







Tuesday, January 24, 2012

More Games


Wrestling is an Individual Sport.  It is an official Olympic Sport and it is one of the oldest sports (I think).  It is intense to watch.  It is really intense and potentially stressful when it is your son or grandson wrestling.  It is also potentially rewarding.  There are proud moments watching a grandson trying his best, giving 100% and never giving up.   


Wrestling is physical.  Lonely.  Challenging.  Ever changing. 


Wrestling brings conditioning, commitment, physical and mental toughness.  Individual Responsibility.  There is no way to blame a classmate or the coach's starting line up. 



And wrestling provides great opportunities
for Father / Son opportunities . . . 
Bonding. 
Time together.
Life lessons.  



and, oh yes, I was right.  Wrestling is an ancient sport.  Ancient Greece: 
Athletic contests are held at Olympia every four years, between August 6 and September 19. Records reach back as far as 776 B.C., but it is generally accepted that the Olympic Games had already been held for several centuries before that.

The Games originally consist only of foot races. Other events are gradually added, starting with wrestling and the pentathlon.



Sunday, January 22, 2012

The Games Children Play


 Girls


Boys


These games sometimes overlap.  The boys play with the girls in their games.  The girls play with the boys on their games. 

But doesn't this all look pretty typical? 


Oh wait, with Morghan, it would look more natural, perhaps, if she had the children lined up, organized, in front of the white board with the overhead on -- teaching!

Love these children (and Audri & Bella)  to pieces!  love, Nana





Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Orient Express


Late 1976 or early 1977:  We had just moved from 1503 Rebecca Street, Sioux City, Woodbury Co, Iowa to Iowa Street, Hubbard, Dakota Co, Nebraska when we found out that Zenith was going to close and move their operations to Mexico or Taiwan.  We didn't, of course, want to pack up our young family and move so far away so Himself and I decided that perhaps we could be our own employers . . . and not be at the beck and call of someone else  nor recipient of their whim or whimsey. 

We started reading the Des Moines Register's Sunday classifieds "Business for Sale" ads .  We talked about grocery stores and restaurants or bars but somehow we knew (even in our naivety) that a bar and restaurant would be relentless, require too many hours and probably be a seven-day a week committment.  We decided to find a small town grocery store to buy. 

Somewhere in the winter of 77-78, we found the ad for the Orient grocery store, Christy's Market.  We also found a store for sale in DeSota and one in Humeston, Iowa.  We looked at Orient and we looked at DeSota.  A winter storm one weekend and flu or family sickness, another weekend caused us to postpone traveling to Humeston.


DeSota was close to Des Moines and basically was what was called a "bedroom town".  The folks that lived in DeSota worked in Des Moines.  And shopped in Des Moines.  We both liked the idea of Orient as it was about 20 miles to Prescott and about 20 miles to Afton, halfway between our families!  And not so close to Des Moines. 

Negotiations began.  We applied with the Small Business folks, the Farmers and Merchants bank and the Farm and Home Administration, a Federal program that would guarantee our loan with Farmers and Merchants. 

July 1978, we have been looking for a house to rent but they are few and far between.  We finally find an old farm house on the Stoll farm west of Orient.  It was $125 or $175 mo.  It was not fancy!  It was pretty basic and it had hogs in the hog lot and flies in the walls.  And that is not to mention the house was overrun with mice!  But it was a roof and shelter and we grabbed it!

Aug 1978, Kristy started 1st grade with Mrs. Harter and Erica started kindergarden with Mrs. Ritchhart.  Craig went to daycare with Patty Wilson.  I don't think the girls ever rode the bus from here so we must have taken them to school on the way to open the store. 

November 1978, or thereabouts, we were delighted to learn that there would be a new baby in June.  We were thrilled!  and motivated to move again.  We wanted to be in town, closer to the store and school and in a house where we could have use of the bedrooms.  In the old farm house, we all slept downstairs in the winter.  Lanny and I slept on the hide-a-bed couch in the living room and the children in the bedroom.

We rented a house from Helen Speed on hwy 25 south, across from the school.  There were 2 bedrooms down, a livingroom/dining room and kitchen down.  There was a nice enclosed front porch and two bedrooms up.  The kitchen was at the back of the house.  There was an outside door on the south west corner, counters and sink -- and the stove on the north wall.  There were three neighbor kids about the age of our children.  All's good.   

This house is where we brought Johanna home from the hospital.  It is were we became a family of 6.

It is here, when Johanna is about 3 or 4 days old that Craig pulls the crockpot off the counter and burns his feet and legs.  I picked him up and put him in the sink, running water on his legs while I wait for Lanny to get home from the store and for LaDonna to come stay with the girls -- all three girls including my newborn baby!  waahhh  !

On the trip to the hospital, I kept a wet towel on Craig's legs but it is still the longest 10 miles I have ever ridden in my life (including my trips to the hospitals when I was in labor!)   
It is from this house that Craig climbs trees, cuts off the neighbor girl's pigtail and falls in the rosebushes.  It is here that Kristy and Erica use a coffee can upstairs and throw the contents out the window and where they play birdie in a nest (using bean bags a top of dressers).  Kristy goes to second grade, Erica to first grade and they all play with the little girls next door.  Kristy, Erica and Craig welcomed Johanna with open arms just as Kristy and Erica welcomed Craig when he was born. 

In the spring of 1980, we move to the Lobaugh house.  I love this house!  4 bedrooms up.  Front entry, open stairway.  Two full sets of Pocket doors on the living room.  Formal dining room.  Wooden floors and natural woodwork.   A swinging door to the kitchen.  I can't remember the kitchen!  I'm thinking on this!
There is a big yard and there's an enclosed back porch where a bulkhead door lifts from the porch floor to allow us acces to the basement.  If we wanted to go.  And we don't.  But it is there in case of bad weather.
Johanna learns to crawl up the stairs here,  then walk.   This house is just a couple of blocks from the store and Lanny or I can walk to work while the other has the car to carry children here and there.  It is comfortable.  Maybe a little cool in winter and we pull shut the pocket doors to close off the front entry way.  My washer and dryer are still in the back room of the store and that works as we still have diapers and lots of laundry.

The children come to the grocery store to wait for the school bus. 
Craig goes to preschool from this house and to Patti Wilson's yet for daycare.  Johanna goes to the store, then to Patti's and when she's old enough, begs to go to play with Lyndsey Diers. 

About 1982, we buy the Klingenfus house in the 400 block of East Division/    Johanna, doesn't want to move and being a pretty articulate little talker, lets me know she does NOT LIKE this house!  But we settle in. 


Photo taken by the big Maple Tree
at the Klinkefus House. 
Oh! you are all so cute! 

This house backs up to the school play ground and we use the school grounds as an extension of our backyard.  We play tennis and use the ballfield.  The children all spend enormous amounts of time on the playground.  We have a sidewalk out front of the house where Craig and Johanna learn to ride two wheelers and then later, build a zipline from the front maple tree to the redbud.  They play in that big ol' Maple above the sidewalk and later I think it is a miracle no one ever fell out and broke an arm or cracked their head.  We build a tree house in the tree in the backyard.  We have a garden and apple trees to pick up after. 

We move the washer and dryer home. Himself and I take turns having a day off from the store.  I'm a cub scout leader for one year here.   We have countless neighborhood kids in and out.  They come here after ballgames to wait for parents; they come before ballgames to wait for bus times. 
It is from this house that we take our Washington, DC, our Arkansas, the Dillion, Colorado and the Duluth, Mn vacations.  I wish we had stayed there another 8 years.
Well, consider this entry a beginning,  an outline.  Hopefully I can use this to explore and record our houses and lives in future entries.

Add your comments and memories . . . that will encourage my memories.  Love, Mama

PS:  what a tell-tale sign that I comment on these houses in regards to the laundry . . . washer and dryer are still at the Store.  House where we brought the washer and dryer to.  lol 








Sunday, January 15, 2012

Under January Skies


Himself and I have been to Missouri twice, since the new year turned.  Southern Iowa is having an unusually warm and dry winter.  That, of course, has the drought worry-wart in me on alert, worrying about the lack of rain and snow.  On the other hand, every warm day shortens our winter by that much.  So, I don't complain outloud . . .  but I am sure wistful for a thunderstorm or two.

I think this photo, above, is going to the county fair.  What's your opinion?  Is the composition good?  The colors? the sharpness?  It pleases my eye.  Will it please a judge's? 



This photo, above pleases my eye too.  This is just east of Creston on Townline Road.  I don't know if this is a new style of stacking big hay bales or if it is just one farmer's sense of humor.  I like it!  It may go to Fair too.





Because it has been so dry, Himself and I are still able to travel the backroads, to take the shortcuts and the dirt roads.  This, my title says when I saved the pic, was taken in northern Missouri.  But northern Missouri or southern Iowa, it is all cut from the same bolt of cloth.  This could be either state.  I was probably only guessing anyway about still being in Missouri.  Something fun is our GPS shows a dotted line on the screen when we cross state lines so had I been watching the GPS, I would have known for sure.  Fortunately for me, I'd rather watch out the windows than watch the GPS.  But back to the fun thing, I like to show the grandchildren the dotted line on the GPS . . . but we can't ever see that when we drive over it.  Darn!  Wish we could!   



All these photos were taken "under January skies" but this one shows how blue the sky can be in January in Iowa when there's a chill in the air and the skies are clear.  It also shows all the dips and curves, the hills and dales and the winding northern Missouri or southern Iowa back country roads.  

Thursday, January 12, 2012

Look what I can do!

August 2005

I meant to do this last August.
August 2010.
I forgot.
That's the icky part of aging.
The forgetting.

Since I forgot to do this
August 2010.
I'm going to do it
August 2012.
I'd better get to practicing!

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Can you spell mischievous?



Look at this pretty little sweetheart!
You can see the mischief and spirit in her eyes.
I think she's going to keep her Mama and Dad a hopping
and break hearts! 
Gabrielle
3/2005

Saturday, January 07, 2012

Star Quality


Recital 2005

I just love this pic of Morghan Grace.
It captures her joie de vivre.
Her exuberance.
Her love of center stage.

And ya just can't help smiling back!


(please ignore the rest . . .
blogger will not let me get rid of the URL message
nor clean this up.  But the pic is soooo cute,
I'm posting -- one way or another! 



!

I just love this pic of Morghan Grace.
It captures her joie de vivre.
Her exuberance.
Her love of center stage.

And ya just can't help smiling back!