Wisdom and whimsy in moderate doses
There are some Thanksgiving-related traditions that I just don’t understand. The main one: Putting food inside the turkey to cook it. Turducken? Why? Turbaconducken? Why? Even in-the-bird stuffing — why? (I’m one of those people who doesn’t really like her food to touch on her plate, either.) Other Thanksgiving traditions I do not like: Bickering… Continue reading 2 tablespoons floor
Cooler weather means two things: It’s time to make a pot of chili (done) and get crafty. I crochet. Or I used to; I haven’t made anything for a few years. I’ve already finished a blanket I started a couple of years ago, and started another. It’s something of a family tradition, I suppose, although… Continue reading Step away from the yarn
I’m visiting the family mansion tomorrow. We didn’t know there was a family mansion. I heard about a Civil War re-enactment (I forgot to warn you about the huge nerdiness that this post will include — sorry about that) and looked it up online. Lo and behold, the re-enactment takes place at Hazel Dell in… Continue reading The family mansion
I’ve been working on a family history project, scanning photos, letters and postcards that we found in the basement of my grandmother’s house. Most recently, I discovered a bundle of postcards and letters my grandmother, Celia Fulkerson, sent home to her parents in 1946 while on a trip from Missouri to Texas with her friend… Continue reading A trip to Texas, 1946
Over the weekend, I went with my mother back to north central Missouri to go through more stuff in my grandmother’s house. (This time, no word of warning about gun-cleaning at the hotel. But someone had pulled the battery out and very carefully propped it on top of the smoke detector.) On Saturday, they decided… Continue reading More family squabbling