Sunday, November 22, 2009

LAST OF FALL



So, apparently, Fall is over. I don't know who decided that it is other than the almighty marketing industry. Christmas has been in the stores since well before Halloween, and I am just barely getting past the fact that Summer is gone…

I wish to savor the holidays, as I did when I was a child, but I fear those days to be gone. For me, part of it is working full time and not being able to enjoy my home as much as I used to be able to….Another part is that we no longer get the snow that we used to. Even now, our lawn is somewhat green, and it just doesn’t feel like Christmas when it’s green and 50 out….Yet another reason is that time has been sped up. I know that sounds strange, but I truly believe that it has been...

At any rate, I haven’t had my fall décor up very long, and it’s now time for Christmas decorating. So…here are a few last fall pictures…







Mom's bedding has a country fall feel...



In her spare bedroom, she has adorned the vintage dressing table with a lovely woman's hat...



And...Speaking of women's hats...



She collects vintage head vases...





Hearing that vintage vases were being shown, Winnie the Pooh decided to pop in...





...and see what we had to offer!







Let us all have gratitude, this Thanksgiving week, for the blessings the Lord has bestowed upon us...

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…