Tuesday, December 10, 2013

Winter Scenes in Barr and nearby

This female cardinal perched outside my
backdoor in 2011.  See her male companion above.

I thought I'd put up a collection of some of my favorite Christmas and winter scenes.  Maybe words will come later.

The wreath on this barn door was captured at the DeSoto County location
of Dark Horse Rescue.  The non-profit group has since moved
their facility to Byhalia.

Snow in the tree line in our front pasture.

Jilly, my rescue border collie mix, in the show in 2010.

One of my favorite pics taken by Howard out our front gate
during a snow storm near dusk.

Tuesday, November 19, 2013

My mother's JFK time capsule

As the country looks back 50 years at the assassination of President John F. Kennedy, I thought I'd do a little remembering too.  I didn't have to go far. My mother, Marjorie Dandridge, had collected every magazine and newspaper she could find that covered the event. That archive was upstairs in my closet. She must have known that I would appreciate them much later in life.  Since I chose journalism as my career, I did.

Covers of Life, Post and Look magazines.

Those of us who are were living at the time all remember where we were when we heard the news.  I was in my desk in the third grade class of Miss Ruth Gillespie at Senatobia City School.  She made the class announcement.  It was a balmy, rainy November day. We held hands and walked in a line until our parents came to get us after learning that school was being dismissed early.

Of course, at eight years old, I knew who the President was, but nothing of politics.  What I did know what how the assassination of the President affected my immediate family.  My grandmother, Rena Bell Latham, and my great-aunt Ruth Cole lived with us.

These iconic images were displayed in our regional newspaper, The Commercial Appeal. 

Here is the coverage as it appeared in our local newspaper, The Tate County Democrat.  My how times have changed.

I sat with them as they watched the non-stop coverage on our black and white TV.  They not only watched, they discussed....every detail, every possibility.  When my parents came home from work, they joined the discussions. We watched the legendary Walter Cronkite's emotional announcement to the nation.

Walter Cronkite (timeinc.net/time/photoessays)

Thanks to my mother for saving 

these time capsules for me!

The three major networks at the time, ABC, CBS and NBC — with their four days of non-stop coverage — established television as the primary source for breaking news. Two days after the assassination, about 93 percent of NBC viewers witnessed the shooting of suspected assassin Lee Harvey Oswald live on their screens. TV cameras focused on every aspect of the tragedy gave Americans an unprecedented opportunity to stay informed and mourn the loss of the country's 35th president. (http://www.newseum.org)

Monday, November 4, 2013

One for All! Senatobia's spirit renewed

This past Saturday if you were in Senatobia, you had to notice a difference....in the look of the town, in the spirit of the community.  An invigorated Main Street Committee, with the cooperation of teams of volunteers, put together the perfect event to begin the Holiday Season.
Two buildings on Front Street donated space for the Holiday
Bazaar. Vendors like R.P. Funderburk of Horn Lake
brought their wares downtown.

The Race for HOPE, to benefit HOPE Ministries, got the morning off to an early start in Gabbert Park. Retail merchants from Norfleet Drive to Main Street in Downtown, welcomed shoppers and first-time guests.  According to Beverly Massey at Upstairs Closet, she might not have to write her yearly letter-to-the-editor encouraging Tate Countians to shop locally. "This year business is good, and we are seeing more local customers," said Massey.  "It not only helps my business for people to shop locally, it helps our economy, keeps our tax dollars at home."

I love seeing my town come together with a renewed commitment to making Senatobia a better place to live!  Next project.....The Christmas Parade!

Here are just a few of the participating merchants.  Thanks to ALL who were part of the Holiday Open House.

Live models
showed off
the latest
children's fashions
at Special Daze. 
Chantay Rhone, owner of
Cotton Treasures welcomed
sewing and quilting enthusiast
while BeautiControl
consultants talked
with guests.

All the vendors at Miller Station got the
chance to display their beautiful and unique
decor items and clothing.

Tuesday, October 8, 2013

Let me introduce you to Rose

I've been awake since 3:30 this morning.  Why?  Beats me.  After flopping and turning, I finally turned on the light and reached for the nearest reading material on my bedside table. I picked up a quilt magazine, McCall's Needlework and Crafts, Antique Quilts, 1974.

I belong to two quilt guilds—Quilt in the Grove and Loose Threads.  Sometimes members force themselves to clean out old quilt magazines since they seem to breed in the shelves and overflow. I got this magazine at one of those meetings, but I can't remember which.

When I opened the magazine, many sheets of yellowed paper fell out.  There was a quilt inventory from Rose Rumaneck of Fayetteville, Texas.  These were either quilts she had made or owned, and each were described and priced.

The more I looked, the more I became interested, not in the quilt patterns, though they were beautifully documented, but in Rose, herself.

She must have lived in Texas because all the articles were from magazines in the area and from the Houston Post newspaper.  I did some searching and found a Rose Rumaneck who lived in Williamson, Texas in 1920 according to the U.S. Census for that year. She was born in 1902.  That makes explains why Rose's handwriting does not look like that of a young person in 1975.  She would have been 73 at the time she collected these clippings.

She was definitely a quilter. She clipped patterns that could be used for appliqué, articles on quilting and coupons at department stores.   But she had other interests too.  She had saved an article about local opera.

There was also a recipe that she had prorated for a large batch, of I don't know what, and priced it down to the cost of the electricity.  She could sell a box of something with two dozen for $4.80.  Wonder what it was?

I also, knew I liked Rose when she had saved an announcement about a new horse vaccine being used in the area.  USDA was recommending that horse owners vaccinate for Venezuelan Encephalitis (VEE).  Maybe she had horses herself or had children who owned horses.

Well, now I'm awake for the day.  I'm glad I met Rose. I'm sure I would have liked her.  If any of my quilter friends know or knew Rose, let me know.  What an honor it would be for someone to find one of my quilt books 40 years from now. I am afraid to think what might fall out!

Thursday, October 3, 2013

No pain, no gain

Remember when you could look at an averaged-size bathroom and think, "I could paint that in a couple of hours?"  Ever since we have lived in this house for the past 18 years, I have asked Howard to build me some shelves over the toilet for storage.  We needed more storage.

Since he retired, he is trying to go through his list of "honey dos" and thought he'd knock this one out in a hurry.

He cut boards and support pieces. I looked at that wall and thought, "It would be a shame to put those shelves up when it really needs painting in here.  And it would be a lot harder if the shelves were up and I had to paint around them."

Notice I said I.  He builds, and I paint. When we moved out here, he built or had built, a barn for me because we still had horses. He found a deal on tin, painted different colors, blue, tan, red. It was my job to paint it.  And 18 years ago I painted a horse barn.  Those days are over.

I had a lovely robin's egg blue left over from the living room project, so I thought I'd paint the alcove around the tub in that color. I chose a nice Tea Biscuit color for the rest of the room.

So last Saturday the project began.  I took everything out of the bathroom and noticed how dirty the fan, light fixture in the ceiling looked.  That appliance is affectionately known as a "fart fan" by my middle child.  Where did I go wrong?

So we took it down, and YUCK.  I cleaned and bleached. The cover had yellowed so it had to be spray painted.  We are an hour into the project and no paint has hit the wall.

I start cutting in around the ceiling, and yes, I know I told my friend Terry, my doctor, and my children I wouldn't paint anymore.  Guess that makes sense considering I have chronic joint pain and just finished a round of physical therapy.  Can't let a little thing like that stop you.

Climbing up on the stool, I noticed paint on the floor.  I couldn't believe that I hadn't started painting and there were already splotches on the floor leading from the bathroom into the bedroom.  I check my shoes, yelled at Howard.  Then it hit me.  The Silkies (the silky terrorists).  I checked one, and no paint on the paws.  I checked the other, and yes she had stepped in the paint and pranced all over the bedroom with her miniature hairy Chewbacca-looking paws.

I had to clean her up and then scrub all the paw prints off the floor before you-know-who saw them.  Hour, two, no paint on the wall.

Finally about three hours later, I had one coat on the entire bathroom and two coats on the area where the shelves were going.  Then I had to go outside and paint shelves.

I was getting really tired by this time. I climbed back on my stool inside the bathtub and stood with one foot on each side of the tub to do the cutting in with the Amelia blue.  When I stepped back on the stool, I slipped and fell inside the bathtub.  I quit.   Project to be continued after sleep.

The next day I finished the second coat on all surfaces and touched up all places that were pointed out to me that I had skipped.  (errrrr)

We hung the shelves and stepped back.

Look how beautiful my sister-in-law's (Robbie Boyd) Tuscan painting looks against the blue.  And the shelves look good too, I guess.

Still there is touching up to do around the ceiling with an art brush where I got blue on the ceiling.
Pretty good job on a 12-hour project that should have taken two.  Was it worth it?

Just look at that painting!

PS:  My Mac is in the hospital and I'm using Olivia's laptop, thus can't download pics from my good camera.  Excuse the iPhone photos. They just don't do the colors justice.  Hoping for a speedy recovery for her (the computer).

Friday, September 20, 2013

Fiber art features variety in offerings

Thanks to everyone who worked so hard on Sycamore Arts' first fiber show, now on display at BancorpSouth in Senatobia. If you haven't visited the exhibition, here is a sneak peek.  The show will run through Sept. 27.

Nancy Patterson (left) and Teresa Pino of Hernando took first place in the
Quilt category and won Best of Show for "Feathers".  Patterson
pieced the quilt, while Pino used hand-guided machine quilting to complete it.

Genell Clayton of Sardis captured second place in the Quilt  Category with her
Burgoyne Surround. The piece was quilted by Chantay Rhone of Senataobia. 
"Just Peachie" was done by Phyllis Tayor and received third place in the Quilt Category.
Jane Thomas of Harmontown took first place in the Wall Quilt category
with her "New York Beauty Sunrise".  The quilt was part of a
Loose Threads Quilters group project.  Thomas pieced and hand-quilted the hanging. 
Cheryl Owen's "To Dye For" wall hanging  captured second place in the same
category.  Owen hand-dyed fabrics to create this modern
quilt which was quilted by Teresa Pino.

Elizabeth Lewis of Coldwater won first in the Wovcn category
for her "Symphony of Hues" woven wrap. Lewis used exotic fibers
including bamboo to make the beautiful piece.

Second in the Woven category went to Deborah Womack for her entry "Fall Chutney," a felted hat.
Sharon Williams entered "Fall Forward" a wool/mohair wrap.

Kathryn Gabbert's silk-blend scarf "Blue Heaven" was a third place winner
in the same category.
Also on display were (l to r) "Midnight Garden," a bed quilt by Marcia Sanders;
and "Woodland Memory," a Wall Quilt by Carieann Howell of Senatobia, with quilting by Chantay Rhone. 

Wednesday, September 18, 2013

Cantrell's second novel brings characters to life

Header from Julie's blog at http://juliecantrell.wordpress.com

You may remember in July 2012, I introduced you to Julie Cantrell of Oxford who was making waves with her debut novel, Into the Free.  Since that time, Julie has gone on to win numerous awards and honors. Her sequel to Millie's story was released recently in her second novel, When Mountains Move.

If you haven't read the first book, do it now!  Then take a journey to Colorado to find out what happens to Millie in When Mountains Move.

Here's the trailer for the book:

I couldn't wait until my quiet time everyday so I could read more to see how Millie and her new husband were doing on their ranch in Colorado.  When I finished the book, I actually missed the characters, like they were friends I had lost touch with. I haven't had a feeling like that about book characters before. Must mean they were good ones.

Thanks Julie for this wonderful story.

Wednesday, September 11, 2013

Downtown springs to life with improvements

I'm so excited about the good things happening in downtown Senatobia—new landscaped bumpouts, street improvements and there is much more to come.  If you want to keep up with the progress, check out the Main Street Facebook page at https://www.facebook.com/SenatobiaMainStreet.

Don't get me on my soapbox about the virtues of small town living in the South.  We have historical treasures right before our eyes.  Look at this vintage photo which shows road work being done by a mule-drawn road grader. It was provided by the Williams family, not sure which one, and archived by Glenda Neal at the Tate County Economic Development Foundation office. I love my small town!  Can I get an amen?!

Saturday, September 7, 2013

Hummingbird Celebration a success despite heat

While most of my friends were in Oxford yelling "Hotty Toddy" at the top of their lungs, my friend Terry and I rode over to Holly Springs Saturday for the 2013 Hummingbird Migration Celebration. Located at the Strawberry Plains Audubon Center, the celebration featured information on the beautiful hummingbirds as well as other wildlife including black bears, local snakes, bats, plants and more.

The heat made catching the little birds difficult. They were sluggish, and so was I. 

A tiny band is placed on the hummingbird.

After parking in a dusty field we were shuttled by a volunteer, a member of the state legislature, no less, to the garden and grounds of the center.  Besides the demonstrations and lectures going on in tents, visitors shopped for beautiful art—painted gourds, jewelry, pottery, hand-made walking sticks.
There were wagon rides and activities for children.  

We were also allowed to go into the Davis House (Strawberry Plains), built in 1851 by Ebenezer Davis. The home was raided repeatedly during the Civil War and ultimately partially burned. Sisters Margaret Finley Shackleford and Ruth Finley restored it in 1960 and bequeathed it and the land to the National Audubon Society.  It was their hope that Strawberry Plains be a wildlife sanctuary in the truest sense of the word.  It is featured in the Holly Springs pilgrimage.

The back of the Davis home has a viewing area where guests can stand and see the hummingbirds feeding on the many colorful feeders and plants, placed strategically to attract them back year after year. 

This is the kind of small-town festival that draws visitors from across the South. Every town should have one—something unique to the town's history and culture. I love small-town Mississippi.
Strawberry Plains

Well since I am a a heat wimp, I didn't last long, but I'm glad I went.  "If we go again next year, let's go early," I said to Terry on the way home with the air conditioner turned to its lowest setting.  She agreed. 

Thursday, August 15, 2013

Sycamore Arts to present first Fibre Exhibition at BancorpSouth-Senatobia

More details to follow

Friday, July 26, 2013

Rotten Tomatoes

It's starting. The tomatoes are coming in....into my kitchen, that is. With the cool spring, moderate weather and rain, I was thinking maybe I would be spared the agony of the tomato adventure this year. When I think about last summer, I remember that every flat surface in my kitchen was covered in tomatoes.  I stewed them, canned them, mixed them with okra and onion for soup, made homemade Rotel and frozen little Roma tomatoes whole. They were on my table for every meal, sliced on a plate.
Every time I saw that man—my husband—coming in the house with another bucket, I cringed. My back ached from standing on my little gel mat peeling, slicing, stewing tomatoes.  What makes all this work unbearable is that I don’t like tomatoes!

Every summer of my childhood, I watched as my mother, father, grandmother and great aunt made a big fuss about summer tomatoes.  They squealed with joy when the first tomatoes were brought home by my daddy, a farmer, and placed on the kitchen windowsill to ripen to the perfect shade of red—brighter than barn red but not crimson.
Mother had a special knife she used to peel tomatoes, the only way to serve them in our house.  No one was allowed to use the long serrated knife for any other purpose. Her tomatoes were to be peeled and cold.
Grandmother and Aunt Ruth would pile sliced tomatoes on a big white platter and place it on the table with a look of accomplishment like they had just presented a delicacy to an honored guest. 
 “Don’t you want to at least try to like a tomato?” my mother asked me every summer of my life until she died the year I turned 39. 
“No, thank you,” I would reply on my first refusal.
“Oh, come on and try one,” Aunt Ruth would say.  “You like ketchup. You should like tomatoes.  You like soup and spaghetti sauce, so you should like tomatoes.”
“But I don’t like raw ones,” I replied.  They were never convinced.
The next day at lunch they (my mother, grandmother and great aunt) would again place a big plate of sliced tomatoes, bacon and lettuce for BLTs on our 1960-style kitchen table. The ritual would begin all over again.
It was as if I were a family embarrassment. We would go out to eat or to someone’s home and they would pass the tomatoes, and as taught, I would politely say, “No thank you.” My mother would look up over her bifocals and say, “Nancy doesn’t eat tomatoes.” The hostess would give her a nodding sympathetic look. 
Since I was an only child living in a household with four adults, I was outnumbered. I never gave in.  I ate bacon sandwiches—just bacon and mustard.
How could anyone who loves being Southern as much as I do, not like tomatoes? 
I endured all this questioning at home and thought it would stop there.  What did I do but marry a tomato-loving man from a family of tomato lovers?  Same scenario plays out every time there is a family gathering.
It also happens with my friends. We go to a restaurant and I order the salad without tomatoes. One says, “You don’t like tomatoes?” with that squinty look of disbelief.  I might get a taco and say, “Please hold the tomatoes.”
“Hold the tomatoes?  It’s not a taco without diced tomatoes."
It sounds like a broken record that will not stop playing, like the movie Groundhog Day where Bill Murray wakes up to the same day over and over. 
I must admit that I do like fried green tomatoes. That’s just because they are in the same fried family as a French fry, and you can put ketchup on them. Maybe that gets me back in the good graces of my family, friends and in-laws. If I lived in the Mid-West or the North and didn’t like tomatoes, would it be such a big deal?
So, I'll say it again. I don’t like tomatoes! Furthermore, I don’t like turnip greens or anything else that looks like dandelion leaves. And while we’re confessing Southern sin, I don’t enjoy or think I would have liked William Faulkner at all.  So there!

Wednesday, July 24, 2013

Beautiful quilt barns dot Kentucky countryside

I just returned from a trip to Kentucky, just over the Tennessee line.  It was quite an adventure, but that is a story for another blog.  Being a new quilter, I am fascinated with the quilt barns in that area.

If you don't know what I'm talking about here is a description from americanquiltbarns.com:

quilt barn is a barn or other farm building that displays a quilt square.  Often these barns are very old and have historical or landmark significance in the area.
Usually the quilt squares are hand-painted to resemble traditional quilt blocks (or patterns) that have been used by generations of quilters. Traditional quilt block patterns are very popular and are easily recognizable from a distance by their primarily geometric patterns. Many of the quilt square patterns chosen for display on the barns reflect an affinity the owner has for an aspect of rural living. Most of the quilt squares in the country are painted by hand on plywood, measuring 8-feet by 8-feet.  A few were painted directly onto the wall boards and some are made from other materials such as steel, aluminum and polymers. Most quilt barns in the U.S. are part of officially-recognized trails organized by individual communities. 

Now wouldn't that be a neat girl trip, to follow the quilt barn trails to view these wonderful old barns, proudly bearing huge hand-painted quilt blocks?  According to the Quilt Trail entry in wikipedia.com, the first trail was organized in 2001 in Ohio. The tradition of the trails quickly spread to other states including Ohio to Iowa, Kentucky, Kansas, Tennessee, Virginia, West Virginia, North Carolina, Missouri, New Hampshire, New Jersey, Maryland, Michigan, New York, Wisconsin, Indiana, Illinois, Texas, Minnesota, Nebraska, Colorado, South Dakota, Georgia, Pennsylvania and Oregon and across the border in Canada.

Why can't we have some quilt barns in Mississippi?  We have plenty of old barns. We have groups of artists who come from quilting families, and we have the new generation of quilters who would like to preserve the tradition.

Here's a picture from my recent trip.  More to come.....

Monday, July 15, 2013

A little Tab will do ya

Well, I've been so busy reading summer books, I've been a bad blogger.  In Claire Cook's new summer read, "Times Flies," this particular passage struck home with me. I'm dedicating this blog to three special friends—Sylvia, Rita and D'Layne.  Here it is:

"From Time Flies......"Boyohboy, am I thirsty," I said.  "You know what I could really go for, with all this talk about high school?"B.J. kept her eyes on the road. "A tattoo?"I waited a beat to let the suspense build.  "A Tab.""Tab!"  B.J. let out a loud scream, completely drowning out the Raomes, who were busy singing "I Wanna Be Sedated."I Smiled."Tab," B.J. whispered.  "I lived on Tab. I had my first one of the day for breakfast and brought one into my bedroom with me at night. All chemicals, no calories. And if you added a slice of lemon, it was practically a meal in itself. "I didn't say anything."B.J. launched into full rant. "Why the hell did everyone have to get so healthy?  I can understand not smoking and using condoms and eating dark chocolate and switching from white to red wine. But what in the name of all that's retro is so wrong with having a simple Tab every now and then?  I don't know about you, but I am so seltzered out."She turned to look at me.  "Do you think they still make it?  I haven't been in the soda aisle for years."  "I'm pretty sure," I said, even though I had absolutely no idea. It was the quest for Tab I was going for here, not the actual Tab...........Ten minutes later we were loading four cases of Tab into the trunk of the Mustang."Can you believe how expensive this stuff was?" B.J. said.  "Who knew it was a collector's item. I think we seriously lucked out to even find it. ......."And now we need to head straight to Veronica's house so we can get some on ice right away."B.J. ducked under my hand and freed two Tabs from their plastic collars."Surely you jest," she said as she handed one to me. "Warm Tab is the only way to go."

These gals were on their way to their high school reunion.  As for me, I didn't become a Tab drinker until I was in my twenties.  By then I had a child and one on the way. When I worked at the radio station at Northwest, my new friend D'Layne and I would take a break every day, between classes for her and between shifts for me, and drink a Tab and solve the problems of the day.  You really had to develop a taste for it.  That happened fast for us.  When I realized I was pregnant, I tried really hard not to drink Tab, but must admit that I did get in about one a day.  I think you turned out okay, don't you Hayley?

When the babies were little, it was really the drink of choice. It tasted so bad to them they would not beg for what I was drinking and drool baby drool and recycled crackers in my drink!  They say that I put Tab in their bottles, but that is not true.  I did give them a Coke or two when they were sick with an upset stomach—not a regular thing, you understand.

My friend Rita was and is still a dedicated Tab drinker.  We shared Tabs and talked while our babies ran around our feet.  The same no slobber strategy held true for her.

Now, Sylvia is still a Tab guzzler. She can load a church bus full of kids or senior active members, put a six pack of Tab by her feet, and drive for hours and hours.

In 1982 when Diet Coke was released, I switched alternately between my old friend Tab and DC.  I must admit now to being a dedicated Diet Coke drinker. But when I stumble on a convenience store with icy cold Tabs, I grab one and go back in time to 1979. My hair is long, Donna Summer is singing "Hot Stuff," Fleetwood Mac is crooning "Sara," life is before me with only one little boy at my feet, and I can't wait for a Tab to share with my friends. Thanks Claire for this little time capsule.

Tuesday, June 11, 2013

Summertime reading, two new books out today

I've been promising a blog about summer reading, and here it is. Today I'm so excited because two of my favorite authors have books hitting the book stores or the eBook airways today. These are the kind of books made for summer—the kind that are not too lofty but still bring a tear and a few good laughs. They are about everyday people.

First is Claire Cook's Time Flies.  If you aren't familiar with Claire, she is the author of the book that inspired the movie Must Love Dogs. I've read all her works and they are a hoot.  She lets you laugh, but always teaches you something you don know. Check out her page at clairecook.com.  Here is the info on the book from her page:

Years ago, Melanie followed her husband, Kurt, from the New England beach town where their two young sons were thriving to the suburbs of Atlanta. She’s carved out a life as a successful metal sculptor, but when Kurt leaves her for another woman, having the tools to cut up their marriage bed is small consolation. She’s old enough to know that high school reunions are often a big disappointment, but when her best friend makes her buy a ticket and an old flame gets in touch to see whether she’ll be going, she fantasizes that returning to her past might help her find her future…until her driving phobia resurfaces and threatens to hold her back from the adventure of a lifetime.
Time Flies is an epic road trip filled with fun, heartbreak, and friendship, and explores what it takes to conquer your worst fears…so you can start living your future.

My new favorite summertime author is Dorothea Benton Frank (http://www.dotfrank.com.) She is the author of the bestselling Porch Lights, which I am reading now.  Here's the scoop on The Last Original Wife. 

Leslie Anne Greene Carter is The Last Original Wife among her husband Wesley’s wildly successful Atlanta social set. His cronies have all traded in the mothers of their children they promised to love and cherish—’til death did them part—for tanned and toned young Barbie brides.If losing the social life and close friends she adored wasn’t painful enough, a series of setbacks shake Les’s world and push her to the edge. She’s had enough of playing the good wife to a husband who thinks he’s doing her a favor by keeping her around. She takes some time for herself—in the familiar comforts and stunning beauty of Charleston. In her brother’s stately historic home, she’s going to reclaim the carefree girl who spent lazy summers sharing steamy kisses with her first love on Sullivans Island. Daring to listen to her inner voice, she will realize what she wants . . . and find the life of which she’s always dreamed.

I'm sure there is something to learn from this work too. In Porch Lights, one of the main characters is an big fan of Edgar Allan Poe and drops little tidbits about the mysterious writer that we did not know. 

In case you think I have resorted to reading only light summertime work, I have also been reading some Hemingway. I think I'll feature Hemingway quotes the rest of the month of June.

I asked you what you were reading and only got two responses.  Are you reading?  Here they are:

From Kara: The Other Bolyn Girl by Phillpia Gregory is one of the best books I've read in a long time! Also Pillars of the Earth and World Without End by Ken Follet are wonderful! 

From Terry: CANINE REPRODUCTION AND WHELPING~A Dog Breeder's Guide by Myra Savant-Harris R.N.(2005)
PUPPY INTENSIVE CARE~A Breeder's Guide to Care of Newborn Puppies (30 min. DVD included)(2006)

Each book is a "A Dogwise Manual"published by Dogwise publishing. (Terry has two litters of Collie pups.  LOL)

Quote for the day:  “There is no friend as loyal as a book.”  Ernest Hemingway

Thursday, June 6, 2013

Sycamore Arts to hold fiber exhibition in September....Get Ready

Several members of the two quilting groups that I belong to, Loose Threads and Quilt in the Grove, attended the Mississippi Quilters Association's June Gathering this past weekend in Jackson.  We heard inspirational speakers, saw beautiful quilts and took fun classes.

A friend and I took Joan Alliston's Migrating Geese class to learn a new technique for making flying geese. I brought my little strip home and turned it into a table runner to be donated to the Sycamore Arts Silent Auction.  We will see what it brings.

"Sycamore Arts is very pleased to include this striking Fiber Art in our upcoming Auction! And we will be sponsoring our first Fiber Art Exhibit this September at BancorpSouth in Senatobia -- Details will be announced at a later date," said Sycamore Arts President Karen Brown.

This opportunity is a call to all my fellow quilters, weavers and textile artists in the Senatobia area to be working on a piece to enter in this first fiber exhibition.  I'm so excited.

Gotta go. It's time to go quilt with Loose Threads.

Wednesday, June 5, 2013

Reminder and Summer Reading

Hey Friends:

Just a reminder....If you are reading my blog, please sign in as a follower. You can do this by navigating to the tool box in the right hand column.  It is helpful to me if you leave comments on the blog itself rather than on Facebook.  But if you can't do this, FB is OK.

FYI:  As of yesterday, I was up to 8,489 page views!  WOW.  That's inspiration for me.

Next blog will be about good summer books.  What are YOU reading?  Let me know before I give you my list.

Happy Wednesday.

Tuesday, June 4, 2013

Empty Saddle brings pain and joy

Today, June 4, would be my daddy's 100th birthday. Fifteen years ago June 4 was the day of his burial on his 85th birthday. I guess I write about my parents too much on my blog, but that comes with being an only child. It also comes with having extraordinary parents.

Daddy and me in the front porch swing
one Easter morning at the house
on Hwy. 51 where Everblooms is
located now. Photo and hand tinting
by my mother. 

Daddy and Pepper, the three-legged
English Shepherd cow dog extraordinaire.
Never a very successful businessman, Daddy was at the top of his game in making friends, spinning a tale of Western lore, handling a rank horse, quietly working a herd of cattle or bringing out the best in a shy dog. 

Born in Tate County, educated in New Mexico, Daddy served in World War II as a U.S. Army Medic. An animal husbandry graduate of Mississippi State University, he married Marjorie Latham of Eupora and farmed and raised livestock on family farmland in Barr, Miss. until his death.

In retirement he worked daily in his leather shop, repairing and rebuilding saddles, making equipment for his grandchildren and keeping their horses in top shape.

Below right, he uses my 4-H Champion Appaloosa mare, High Spots Tobie, to work cattle.  Intended as a show horse, Tobie also was taught to plow the garden....because it was the cowboy way.

One of my favorite pics shows Daddy and me before a horse show with his favorite mare Penny loaded in the back of the truck with panels.  "Load up, Mare," he would say and she would jump right up in the truck.  He was a firm believer in "making do."  He would say, "Baby, you have to ride what you've got and get the best out of it."
(below, left)
If he walked in the back door today and took off his weather-beaten cowboy hat and threw it down on the table, this is the conversation that would follow:

Daddy:  Hey Chalie, what you got for dinner?

Me:  Hey Daddy.  How about Texas cowboy red beans and cornbread?

Daddy:  (Big grin) Larapin!

Hayley Cathey Dandridge

June 4, 1913-June 2, 1998

Saturday, May 11, 2013

Glamour Days

As I was getting ready this morning and looking through my assortment of makeup items, I began to think about my mother. Maybe because it's Mother's Day weekend. Maybe because my makeup drawer is always a mess and never contains the same items.  Mama's was very predictable.

I remember when she was unable to get Maybelline mascara in the little red box with the brush.  That was the ultimate eye makeup for the 1950s.  Do you remember it?  To make it work well you had to spit on the brush and then apply.  Not too sanitary.  She bought it as long as she could find it and finally succumbed to the tube version.

She always wore Panstick makeup by Max Factor.  I tried it and found it a little heavy for  me.  I think a newer version of it is still available.

Mama kept the local Avon lady in business by buying endless tubes of Marvelous Mauve lipstick and nail polish.  Always the same color.

Ever notice how those old photographs from the 1940s and '50s look like our parents just stepped off an MGM movie lot.  Those were the glamour days.

For me, not so much. My makeup is not predictable, my brands are not constant, and the glamour part, no.

Why is it I can't tell you exactly what is in my drawer right now, but know the exact content of her top, center dresser drawer, how it smelled and where each item was placed?

It's a mama/daughter thing. I guess.

Marjorie Latham Dandridge

Saturday, April 27, 2013

Shake On KC

I have to admit that I have become a fan of Food Network's Pioneer Woman. I even bought the cookbook.  I can put up with Ree Drummond's constant perkiness because of her great photography and the cute cowboys, cowboy children, horses and cattle. But this blog is not about PW.

The other day I was waiting for PW to come on and had the watch the last few minutes of Paula Deen (not a fan).  She was making some kind of shake with this slightly overweight middle-aged or more guy.  Here he is.  Do you recognize him?
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That my friends is the legendary Harry Wayne Casey.  Never heard of him?  How about KC and the Sunshine Band?  Yeah.  When I had a stint as a deejay at a small market radio station that played block format (country in the morning, easy listening in the afternoon, and R & B at night...bad format), KC was the only white guy cool enough to make it to the top of the R & B chart.

Remember, Shake your Booty, Get Down Tonight, Boogie Shoes?

(Photo from www.scoopweb.com)
Well, he and Paula made KC's Shake Shake to go along with Grilled Portobello Mushroom Burger with Dill Mustard sauce.

After seeing this episode, I checked and he is still out there.  After '70s music came back in style, he reformed The Sunshine Band and hit the road doing some 200 gigs a year.  KC even performed on American Idol in 2009.

That's all great. But don't let my music guys show up on cooking shows. The next thing you know the music icons of my fun days will be doing Polident commercials or pushing reverse mortgages.

The kicker—after Paula tasted the Shake, she shut her eyes, licked her lips, and said, "That's the way I like it, uh-huh uh- huh."