This is what happens, well it could

Sharing this favorite old story of mine, for anyone who thought my concern over snow and  my appointment with my hair dresser was minor!    Read on..

I was walking down the street when I was accosted  by a particularly dirty and shabby-looking homeless woman who asked me for a couple of dollars for dinner.   I took out my wallet, got out ten dollars and asked, 'If I give you this money, will you buy wine with it instead of dinner?'


'No I had to stop drinking years ago,' the homeless woman told me.

'Will you use it to go shopping instead of buying food?'  I asked

'No, I don't waste time shopping,' the homeless woman said. 'I need to spend all my time trying to stay alive.'

'Will you spend this on a beauty salon instead of food?'  I asked.

'Are you NUTS !' replied the homeless woman. 'I haven't had my hair done in 20 years!'


'Well,' I said, 'I'm not going to give you the money. Instead, I'm going to take you out for dinner with my husband and me tonight.'

The homeless Woman was shocked. 'Won't your husband be furious with you for doing that? I know I'm dirty, and I probably smell pretty disgusting.'

I said, 'That's okay. It's important for him to see what a woman looks like after she has given up shopping, hair appointments, and wine.'

Patooey it's snowing again

This may seem  minor in the scheme of whatever things are happening with you, but it is snowing again and is to keep up through the night and that means we will have accumulated about  six more inches at least by morning.  And if that is not enough, freezing drizzle in the early AM hours.  This brought me to look out the window and shout 4 letter words today as it billowed and blew white dusty stuff.  4 letter words repeated multiple times, because I have somewhere to go tomorrow.  I will tell my CA  left behinds that this snow in MN is not so bad because being retired we  have no need to go out into it, the roads are cleared courtesy of the city and county, etc....   But all I could think of is, "I HAVE A HAIR CUT APPOINTMENT AT 1:15 TOMORROW.!! DAMMIT I NEED TO GET MY HAIR CUT!"  I make these hair appointments  6 to 7 weeks in advance and as any woman knows, this close to Christmas, even though my hair dresser and I are close, she will no way be able to reschedule me.  Jerry sits calmly and tells me I do not need to be out tomorrow in the freezing drizzle, nothing is so that important that it can't be rescheduled, well,what can he know?

Besides I spaced this appointment a bit too long into the future looking toward Christmas week, I am now shaggy and hairily out of shape.  This must not be happening and why did  I agree to move here anyway to an area where winter will not respect  nor even consider my needs!

I dislike whiners, but tonight I am wallowing in it.  We have no  big Christmas plans so no troubles there, but I prefer my wash and wear and slightly blow dry styles and right now the length is requiring more manipulation than I like to do.   Perhaps tomorrow will bring sunshine and clear roads, contra to weather predictions.  Tomorrow is the beginning of winter and already we have been ahead of the calendar.  What will tomorrow bring,.. oh we will see.   

2 year mournful anniversay Sepia Saturday Week 54 (Click here for the Sepia site)

Today December 18 marks the second year of our son, Steve's passing, too soon.  I share some Christmas memories here (ghosts of Christmases past)  with the Sepia community, although these are not nearly of the vintage that I usually post.  It is a tough time for us, but  at least the raggedness of our grief has diminished, the slow healing of time,  acceptance and the remembering the good times.

Steve's first Christmas, 1964 with a Sears Santa

I used to be Mrs. Christmas with the excessive  decorating, the stockings, the presents, on and on.  I gift wrapped everythimg, even the smallest toy that went into the stockings.  Although I was certainly indulged as a child and at Christmas time especially, I never had a Christmas stocking.  I guess it just was not the practice in my Polish family.  I never thought I was deprived, but when I had Steve and we lived in CA and I always had a stocking for him.  Even as an adult, he enjoyed those  stockings.  One year, I thought I would skip the stockings and he let me know tha was not "acceptable." 

Steve always enjoyed Christmas, maybe too much.  Sometimes we'd barely get to bed after Jerry'd spent hours assembling something, when Steve would  awake, and run to check under the tree, the mantel for the stocking and  then wake us up shouting, " Mom, Dad, Hurry! Santa's been here, Santa's been here!"  We had friends whose daughter never woke up early on Christmas, in fact they had to awaken her, not so at our house!  Sometimes we made him go back to bed so we could get a  little sleep, never for long.  He would be in him room singing and shouting, "Mom, Dad can we get up yet!"

1965 Steve kissing Santa





1965 My Grandma Rose came to CA to help me out and
to care for her only great grand child.  Here they are right before Christmas.

I love this photo. My grandma said she could tell that Steve was my son, he was busy as I was. Of course she was older  then in 1965 than she was when she had the handful of me!

1966 Steve with me and Jamie, one of the McCallister boys
The McCallisters were  very good friends in CA

1967 Steve and Mikey McCallister...bare feet with a new
Christmas tie  and tinsel on the tree

1968 Steve with the Stocking, I can hear him saying, "Santa will fill this."

I cannot explain the bow in my hair nor what kind of get up I was wearing, those were the blonde days, I know that.  We still have that stocking.



1969  with another Dept. store Santa

1969 Christmas with the present from Grandpa Barney
in PA
That was the year I covered the tree with fiber cloud, what a mess it was

1969 Christmas Steve and Jerry 

1969 Steve and Me  What a hairdo!

We will stop with Steve at  five years old, except for and the very last from 1977 where he still got up early- this last photo was at 3:00AM!  Now he was past  the age of believing in Santa but he had never outgrown that early rising to see what presents were awaiting. 

1977  Early at  3 Christmas morn

This has been a  nice way to remember as we try to focus on the happy moments.  Thanks for indulging me.  As always click on the title to this post to get to the Sepia Site and see what others share this week.

Continued treasures from the box

Continuing from yesterday, I found these personalized labels of/for Helen Thickey who must have been quite the seamstress.  I have no idea who she was so the labels are tossed; not a name I recognize from the past.  I suspect she was  from the Freeport, PA area as these were in  the bag with things from the Irwins.  I wonder if she was an acquaintance of Mrs Irwin or my aunt?  An unsolved mystery.  Why would anyone have kept these?  Oh, Teofil's daughter would have,,,,,who knows???

Time wasters, minute chasers....

Found in the box of  buttons read on

I'm caught in time wasters today although I have accomplished several things including another trip to our town  post office, which is becoming a daily trek for me.  I vowed to not send Christmas cards this year, 44 cents  for postage for each seems  exorbitant, especially when I can keep up with most folks by Facebook, this blog, email, and cell phone calls.  I recalled how in the past when we lived in CA I would have stacks of 200  and more cards to mail and that did not bother me, many of those went to elderly relatives across the country, folks who looked forward to those greetings and  with each card I'd enclose a handwritten letter.  I loved their responses about how they appreciated the cards and letters. Aunt Ruth (Jerry's) always complimented me on my letters. How times have changed!  Well most of those folks have passed on and then came one of those bolts from beyond:  I realized that we, I and my friends and cousins have become the "old folks."  I full well knew this, especially as I began to  bury cousins and contemporaries, but this reminder  gave me pause that maybe I could not just give up the annual Christmas card drill.  Besides cards began to arrive and I started to feel like Mrs. Scrooge. It's that Catholic upbringing with the trappings of guilt raising up, a lamentable thing that will turn on me  just when I think it's been conquered! So I  engaged again, not with the annual one size fits all card/letter but instead  wrote a "Merry and Happy" to most folks and even hand addressed the cards this year instead of using my dandy label computerized list. But it has been a tedious daily task which I believe I have now completed, however we will see what tomorrow's mail brings!  Next year I will not try to fool myself into believing I won't send cards, I will just plan to do so recalling my 8ball experience of 2010.

I had to hem another pair  of sweat pants which I bought for MIL yesterday,  a sewing task that  is not too daunting, so I  accomplished that.  And then  the diversion began.  While I am known to  waste hours on the computer roaming from blog to sites yet unknown and on that biggest  minute chaser, Facebook,   I can also get diverted by physical things. 

From old Mrs Irwin, Needle packets

Taunting me from a shelf  inside the sewing room was the  big cardboard box that I'd taken from Aunt Jinx' stash last year and not yet fully rummaged through.  Today was the day as this box holds all sorts of sewing accoutrement's, buttons, snaps, buckles, trims, old needle books, a real treasure trove for a junkie like me.  Some like these needle books were from the Irwins, the photos on the covers are entertaining and  certainly speak of a different time and place. 

I have learned some of these old buttons are valuable.   In Lansing, Iowa, one of our favorite places to drive to down the road to spend a day, there is a Button Shop run by an elderly woman in a wheel chair who knows more about buttons than I could ever dream.  Her store has nothing but buttons and threads.   As I told her about these collections, and all the assorted loose buttons I've inherited and gleaned, she has urged me to bring them and spend a day with her, that she will advise me about them.  I learned from her that they used to manufacture the Le Mode shell buttons from the clamshells  dug  from the banks of  the Mississippi right there in Lansing,  those were so many of the pearlized buttons of days gone by.  She had several old shells showing holes where the round circles had been cut out for the buttons and  shells dumped back along the shore from the factory, I wonder if they ate the clams or dropped them back for animals to consume.  She is a fascinating woman and I look forward to going through these buttons, some from Holland, Germany, West Germany, and England.  That is still on my to do list.   Meantime here are just a very few of the collections, look at the prices,  29 cents!  That certainly dates these buttons. .

The red/orange buttons (left) were made in Holland, 29 cents was the price



The two Bon Ton buttons (left) are made of nickel according to the back of the card
The three Le Chick buttons (right)  were made in Germany

Just the other day I was telling Jerry to not pull the snaps loose on  his shirt while he was fiddling with it because I had no way to fix those; I remember saying "they are not like buttons!"  He will only wear shirts, western style and cut trim, with snaps, but that is an entire other post because those are getting harder to find all the time.  Well, he was Aunt Jinx's  favorite and I think today she was taunting me from beyond because there were no less than 5 different packets of snaps of all types and attachment tools in this box  including some strange looking things that resemble manual old paper hole punchers.  So while I was rummaging Jerry came downstairs and became very interested in the box too.  He mentioned,. "Didn't you say you had no way to fix snaps?  Look at all these!"  I can only laugh that Aunt Jinx showing me up again!



Here it is the Match flap, I thought

Besides that little quote above on cardboard, another most interesting item in the box was, I thought a match flap, or match book, you know like matches used to come in when there were complementary matches all over free for the taking.  Do they still give away matches for advertising anywhere?  This one was from Aunt Hannah's Bread, a brand I do not recall but one that must have been in Pennsylvania.  Sorry that it must be Aunt Hannah herself upside down but when I scanned this that's what happened with it opened.  It is a silver color and quite dulled, but you can read in the middle that it says "Matchless Mender."  I was curious why a match book would be in with sewing miscellany and buttons.  However  when I opened it  there were  no matches inside it, but a mini mending kit.  I do remember seeing and having such things which often came from banks or department stores as favors.  This one from Aunt Hannah's went a step further with something resembling matches inside along with the threads and needle, something to mend hose, nylons!  What a throw back to the day when women had concerns over things like "runs."  This was too funny and made me have to  share my time wasters right here on the blog.  And that of course meant more time spent, though I do not consider this a waste no not at all...Here following is the inside of the match book.  Have you ever seen anything like this?  I remember putting clear nail polish on a run in panty hose to prevent a further mess,  but this is  a much more refined/intricate approach...

Read the instructions

Well so there you have my time waster, minutes of memory chaser for today....

Christmas Baking and Decor

Hazelnut cinnamon biscotti await  2nd baking

It is a busy time of the year and I completed two days of charity baking.  I bake cookies for the library and the church "cookie walks."  Before moving here I never  had heard of a cookie walk, but it is a sale where customers are given trays and or boxes to fill, selecting the cookies they want from massive arrays on tables.  Customers walk around the tables,  ponder, select and then have their selections weighed and pay for them, the cookies sell for $6 per pound.  This way customers get an array of their own choosing and because of walking around the display tables, this is known as a "cookie walk".  

My contributions this year are almond sandies, and three kinds of biscotti.  I am gaining a reputation for making  the best and unusual biscott's, something many here in this small town  had not heard of nor baked, and something most adults adore. I prefer making cookies for adults, having no small children around.  My flavors this year are hazelnut cinnamon, hazelnut vanilla, peppermint candy cane drizzled with chocolate; the hazelnut is winning because we buy mixed nuts for snacks and Jerry always picks the hazelnuts (filberts) aside, leaving a big collection of these when the container of mixed nuts is gone. I have started to chop them and bake with them as there are too many for me to eat and or put into my martini or gimlet, another practice I'd never heard of until we moved here.  When I  would order a gimlet (which I prefer light on the gimlet and heavier on the vodka)  because few bartenders around here can make my favorite Cosmo, I recall the first time the bartender asked me " with or without nuts?"  I thought he was kidding, he was not.  It seems filberts are placed into gimlets much like I used to use olives or slices of lime.  I never heard of that before.  Oh the things I have learned since moving to MN!

The first photo above is the vanilla hazelnut biscotti logs cut and ready for the 2nd baking. I discovered a wonderfully easy recipe for biscotti and have adapted it to many different flavors always with success. What I once would never have considered baking has become a breeze for me. The time to bake these cookies twice in order to give them the hardness needed for dunking into coffee or tea is discouraging to many would be bakers. But having mastered it, I feel like a wizard.

  You might want this recipe and I share it but I warn you I never follow a recipe exactly.  I credit  my grandmother Rose  for my creativity, she never measured either.  So I adapt and modify and if I get an idea for a different flavor I add it. I usually always use twice the amount of vanilla in any recipe.  Here is my basic Biscotti Recipe which I modify with nuts, chocolate chips, peppermint candies crushed and you name it I try it.  You should be able to click on this photo of the recipe and enlarge it.  It is one that will go into my "Cookbook of Favorites by Family, Friends and Myself ."




Just inside and ahead in the Christmas closet
You cannot see to the left nor full floor to ceiling

 This year I have limited my interior decorating because although I have a massive collection of everything Christmas, and I love to  have my accumulations on display, I detest taking them all down after holiday and packing them away.  I am fortunate to have an immense walk in closet downstairs devoted strictly to ornamentals. I have shelves floor to ceiling and can store the items in big plastic bins which allow me to see what is inside.  You name it and I likely have it,  everything from train sets, fat friars caroling on a goat drawn cart, to Dickens village buildings, Christmas in the City displays, stuffed animals,  different adornments for kitchen and throughout the home, different Santa's, elves, my  hundreds of angels, different nativity sets and a massive collection of Fontannini figurines, and on and on.  Since there is no one to "leave this collection to" when the market rebounds I will begin to sell it off, a lesson I learned from an elderly woman in CA whose family did not appreciate her treasures.  She was selling it off and enjoying spending the proceeds, and the buyers were pleased to acquire.  



Sitting elf (1940's)  with shopping
elf, 1990's.

 For the first time in  how long, this year I declined assemblage of  our massive  7 1/2 foot fiber optic tree  for which Jerry was grateful as that is his chore to unbox and assemble.  I just  did not want to face  the taking down and packing away of ornaments.  It is a sight to behold, but I felt we could pass this year.

1967 Fontannini Nativity Musical; very rare
Fontannin no longer makes musicals to my knowledge.
 Tinsel is my addition this year

The nativity set always comes out first and this year I have two, the oldest Fontannini we bought our first Christmas in 1967 and the newest Royal Doulton.  I also put three ceramic magi in the bedroom, made by that same elderly woman who was selling off her collections in CA. The Magi  stay out until mid January as was a tradition with my Polish culture--Epiphany, which seems to come earlier in the church calendar.  Of course back when I grew up we always had real trees, put up Christmas Eve and displayed until New Years.  Traditions have shifted now to decorating right after Thanksgiving and removal the day after Christmas.   One year in CA I left our tree up until the weekend after New Years and friends did not know what to think.     

1940's Elf discoverd at  Uncle Carl's
 in PA; likely belonged to Aunt Marge

Last year I displayed the angels for the first time in several years and this year I decided to display some of the elves.  I noticed that elves are making a comeback in the commercial world.  I have some which I consider vintage, from the 40's and now replicas are on the market, likely made in China. I am taking pride that this year in our home there is nothing on display made in China; my collection is too old for that!  For example, there is a book  "Elf on the Shelf", being sold today with an elf who does who knows what.  Well I have the original 1940's red dressed little guy who was taken  out of his box this year and displayed upstairs alongside one who took up residence maybe  5years ago, handmade here by a local lady.  The red dressed impish guy sitting in this photo  has a celluloid face and  was  made in this country, way back when we used to manufacture and sell to ourselves. Then "made in Japan" began to overtake US manufacturing.  I have a tale to tell which I will do on the next post about the mischief the elves have gotten into, though as with  myself, it really was not all their fault!  That post is next to come!

Snow storm of the year, of the decade, of???

Yesterday was a day to stay in and wait out the weather.  After a day and night with howling winds as I have never before heard, here was this morning's greeting.  I guess it is sure gonna be a white Christmas. 

Jerry has been busy out there for hours.  I am thankful he does not want nor appreciate my help, so I stay inside, cook the bacon and take pictures.

What do you think?   Baby it's cold outside and I can use my cross country skis in this!  I need new binders and boots for them. That  well might be the only way to stay atop....this first photo is out our front living room window and the way it looked this morning first thing....snow drifts which covered the drive that had been cleared the day before...so this  is what it is like after a Minnesota Blizzard.  I have not experienced snow like this since the last year I lived in Meadville PA at Allegheny College where the drifts were still  high over my head that May!  Wish I had a photo of that time back in 1963 to share but no such luck, only in my memory.

You know it is not even winter officially yet until December 21; who has their wires crossed the weatherman or the calendar makers?


Snow dunes out the front window



Early this morning it was so cold it was blue, no photo shop touch up on this

Jerry tackling the drive near front, in one day this much more, this was cleared yesterday

Slowly  working down the front drive

 

This is the house where the motor home lives  Look at thedepth
of the snow on the roof!



This is how dug out look toward front, white snow walls

Hydrangea tree along the side is done for the year now

This is how dug out looks in the back

Dusk and it is nearly black and white again without any photo touch up

As the sun goes down the birds disappear from the feeders

I did walk around for about 15 minutes this late afternoon, early evening.  Figured I'd get some outside shots but not for too long, it is maybe  10 degrees out, smells clean and clear but the wind is starting and that really brings on the chill.  I have sufficient pictures now of Minnesota winter and am ready at any time to  head south.  If we can get out!  

 

Uncle Carl's Germany 1945 Sepia Saturday Week 52 (Click here to go to the Sepia site)



1944 on the way to Germany

This Sepia I share some select photos from Uncle Carl's time in Germany  with the US Army, 809th Tank Destroyers,  all dated 1944-45 World War II.  He had mailed all these photos home so they are all stamped on the back "passed by Army Examiner" along with his handwritten notes. I am surprised that some were released  although I suspect that the mail took so long  to arrive stateside  that by the time the photos made it to their destinations it would have been old news shown at the movies.  So unlike today's instant in our face 24/7 from the battle zones.  I have labeled each photo in Uncle Carl's words. 

Some photos were just noted as "Germany" some Gottingen, some Gottengham and  others Guttenghamn.  Likely Uncle Carl wasn't certain or careful of the spelling if he even knew it.   I Googled and found Gottingen Germany today, a very old city in what was the Saxony region and home of a noted University.  According to Wikipedia, (not to be confused with the notorious Wikileaks)  "The origins of Göttingen lay in a village called Gutingi. This village was first mentioned in a document in 953. The city was founded between 1150 and 1200 to the northwest of this village and adopted its name. In medieval times the city was a member of the Hanseatic League and hence a wealthy town.  The University of Göttingen (German: Georg-August-Universität Göttingen), known informally as Georgia Augusta, is a university in the city of Göttingen, Germany.   Founded in 1734 by King George II of Great Britain and the Elector of Hanover, it opened for classes in 1737." 

1944  Yanks to Germany



That first  photo, by  his writing makes me think the 809th TD Battalion had not yet arrived in Germany.  It does not state where they were but I am thinking surely they did not have to walk/march all the way to Germany.  This is the Battalion and a lively group they are.  Somehow my Uncle had his camera on the ready.   This next photo of  two unidentified soldiers merely had Yanks, as the label below.  I think the man on the left may be in other photos and I will have to see if his name is revealed.  I am wondering if these were Americans or Brits, simply because he used the term "Yanks." 

What little  my Uncle would tell me of his War experiences, he was very fond of the Brits who served with and  among them.  While he  never wanted to return to Europe, instead spent his travel hunting and fishing and being with his Army buddies at reunions, his wife Aunt Marge traveled with her sisters, but only to Spain, Italy and  Portugal.  He said he had seen enough to last him a lifetime.





Germany  train held



This photo does not identify where in Germany, but since all the rest are in "Gottingen" I suspect this might  be there as well.  The photo of the train and several below were all taken May 12, 1945 according to his notes.  Evidently they were occupying the buildings and the town.   

German Ammunition plant blown up by our Air Force. Along side of where we stay



This is the building where I stay now you can see where the bombs hit



 The above photo had no name on the back, my limited knowledge of German tells me this was off limits.  I think this man may be in other photos and may be identified later.



Airplane engines that were left behind by the Germans

 

Corporal  Sims, our mailman, Cpl. Lowe, our medic, and Sgt. Slick

Carl in the rubble pipes to salvage

When I look at this photo of my Uncle in the "rubble" I think, that being Teofil's son, he would scrounge and save every bit of whatever might be useful at whenever for whoever would need it.  I suppose it was a relief to be merely picking and gathering instead of leading the seek and destroy mission.    





German plane destroyed by the Yanks



 This last photo with only a few of the men from the 809th at their reunion in  Greensboro North Carolina in 1973.  Uncle Carl was president of the Reunion Committee for several years and arranged many of these events.  ; he is seated in the center holding the tank destroyer's battalion logo.  He never missed a reunion until the years caught up with him and as with others traveling was not on the agenda.  He may be one of the oldest survivors now at 92.  He was proud but quiet about those years, a patriot as were all those  men. I remember him saying  "It was a suicide mission.  Well it was OK for those of us who survived...."

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