Last Friday, I arrived home from work to find a cat hollering to me from the crawl space under my house. It was cold, snowy, and nearing the evening dark.
As I knelt down to talk to her, she immediately came to me and started purring. I knew I had to take her inside where it was warm. After she was safe inside, I started knocking on neighborhood doors to see if anyone had lost their little love. No one knew of any lost cats.
I've always been a "dog person" and anticipated getting another after losing my sweet baby, Charlotte, this summer - but this cat was so loving and cozy. I warmed up to her immediately. I knew if no one claimed her, she'd have to stay with me. I decided to keep her safe over the weekend, and if no one came for her in that time, I would take her to the vet for a check-up on Monday. Also, Sunday evening we (the cat and I) had a discussion about her name. We determined that it would be Clara A. ("A" as in Angel). And, IF she were not a Clara, it would be Clarence.
Well, I'm happy to report that Clara IS Clara and is doing well. She had her vet visit yesterday afternoon. She's healthy, spayed (previously), vaccinated, and estimated to be about 2 1/2 years old.
Of course, if her "original" family still ends up finding her, I'll have to let her go - but in the meantime, we're a happy new pair - just in time for Christmas.
Showing posts with label family. Show all posts
Showing posts with label family. Show all posts
Tuesday, December 18, 2012
Saturday, September 22, 2012
Not a Hill. Not a Mountain. But a Bluff
Last weekend I visited my sister and brother-in-law's. We had a big yard sale. (What? Is this still the year-to-clear?)
After we closed the sale on Saturday afternoon, the whole family (minus my son, who couldn't make it) took a little drive to nearby LaCrosse (WI) to Granddad's Bluff.
What fun. What a view. What a family.
Tuesday, June 19, 2012
When Life is a Beach
A couple weekends ago, I went camping with family.
I'm not silly enough to think that it's the same as in person - but come along and take a little visual weekend away with me...
Grilling in the outdoors. Yum.
Me. Doing what I do best. Relaxing.
Beautiful water. By "our" beach.
Ice cream selections at a local ice cream shop.
Inside the fun ice cream shop. They served great sandwiches too!
A step back in time. Nice. We liked visiting there.
I'm not silly enough to think that it's the same as in person - but come along and take a little visual weekend away with me...
Grilling in the outdoors. Yum.
Our special beach area. (We claimed it as our "own".)
Me. Doing what I do best. Relaxing.
Beautiful water. By "our" beach.
Ice cream selections at a local ice cream shop.
Inside the fun ice cream shop. They served great sandwiches too!
A step back in time. Nice. We liked visiting there.
Stay tuned. In a couple days, I'll show you our special weekend guest.
Sunday, June 17, 2012
Love You Dad
Today is Father's Day. You'd think I'd post a photo of my beautiful father. I thought about it - but then decided instead to post a little snapshot to give a glimpse of how I feel about him - today and always.
I love you dad. Thank you for everything you did for me, our family, and everyone who's life you touched by being wonderful you.
I love you dad. Thank you for everything you did for me, our family, and everyone who's life you touched by being wonderful you.
Friday, June 15, 2012
Another Celebration
Today would have been my mom and dad's anniversary. God bless them - they would have been married 55 years. This photo was taken just days before my mom passed. They were my rock. I miss them every day.
Thursday, June 14, 2012
Duo Celebrations
Today would have been my lovely grandmother's birthday. But this year, instead of posting a photo of her (she HATED having her photo taken!) - I'm going to post a photo of our American flag. Grandma was always so proud that her birthday was on Flag Day!
It's also my sister and brother-in-law's anniversary. They have been happily married for 26 years! I'm so proud of them - and so lucky to have them in my life!
Sunday, May 13, 2012
Happy Mother's Day
I'm sad today because I don't have my mom or grandma here to say Happy Mother's Day to in person - but I know they can still hear me.
But I'm joyful today because I am the mom of a wonderful son.
A few weeks ago I ran across this cute card he made for me years ago when he was just a young lad. Right now he's a 22 year old lad.
Outside of card...
Inside of card...
Inside my heart...
Thanks for letting me be your mom.
But I'm joyful today because I am the mom of a wonderful son.
A few weeks ago I ran across this cute card he made for me years ago when he was just a young lad. Right now he's a 22 year old lad.
Outside of card...
Inside of card...
Inside my heart...
Thanks for letting me be your mom.
Thursday, February 9, 2012
Almost Strawberry Season
While cleaning out some old boxes last weekend, I ran across a sweet, aged strawberry pin cushion that was in my grandmother's things.
I honestly don't even recall seeing it at her house through the years - well, to be honest - I didn't even remember it when I saw it - but it was amongst other items that of hers - so I know it came from her house. I'm thinking that it most likely was my great-grandmothers.
My great-grandmother was a lovely, quiet farmer's wife, who I'm sure hardly had a day of her adult life where she didn't put on one of her darling work-aprons and labor from dusk to dawn in the kitchen lovingly preparing nourishing meals for her husband and others working tirelessly on the farm. I'm touched to be able to still have several of her aprons. She passed when I was just 16 and my great-grandfather passed just a couple short years past that.
However, I digress (as I often do!).
Back to my sweet strawberry.
Without a doubt, my little strawberry pin cushion was used as that pin depository, and also filled the pin sharpening duty as well, as it is filled with a fine emery sand. Emery sand is top-notch for sharpening pins and needles.
I've decided that this little nugget of velvet and sand can no longer hide out in a box in the attic. It's now taking front stage on one of my favorite shelves made by my dad. (I'll show you some of my dad's incredible handiwork soon!)
Sunday, January 8, 2012
The Rose
You know the saying.....a rose, is a rose, is a rose.....
But THIS rose is special!
My son, who has the artistic bug in him as well, made a rose for me for Christmas. Well....it was actually a college art class project - but then he gave me one for a gift.
He created it with recycled wire, aluminum can (ahhh, lets see....he's in college - it was probably a beer can - but it was recycled! :-), and wax. He shaped the aluminum to resemble a rose and dipped it over and over and over again to create this piece.
It's pretty cool.
But THIS rose is special!
My son, who has the artistic bug in him as well, made a rose for me for Christmas. Well....it was actually a college art class project - but then he gave me one for a gift.
He created it with recycled wire, aluminum can (ahhh, lets see....he's in college - it was probably a beer can - but it was recycled! :-), and wax. He shaped the aluminum to resemble a rose and dipped it over and over and over again to create this piece.
It's pretty cool.
And, so sometimes a rose is a rose...
Is a rose...
Is a rose...
Is a rose...
And a wonderful gift.
Sunday, December 18, 2011
Happy Holidays!
It's not very often that I purposely decide to not write a blog post, but I have decided that I should alleviate a little extra stress and take one "to do" off my list. I'll be taking a holiday from my blog. I won't be posting anything until after Christmas. But I'll be back - hopefully with a lot of new projects and stories - after the holiday.
To close the year, I chose to greet you during the holiday with a snowy ski-jump story in loving memory of my mom - who enjoyed cross-country skiing when she was a young gal.
She was raised in Timber Coulee where a ski-hill, the Snowflake Ski Club, is located just a few miles from where she lived. My uncles, cousins, great-grandfather, and many family friends were very involved and instrumental in the success of the ski-hill over the years. We even had some good friends that lived just across the road from the ski-hill. I know they are all now enjoying a heaven-Christmas-season together - which I'm sure is far beyond our dreams.
This is an old photo of the ski hill - which we drove by as we headed to my great-grandparents after church every Sunday for our family dinner.
This is a sweet photo of my great-uncle - who was very involved every year with the annual ski tournament. Mom always called him "Unk".
I wish you and your family a very blessed Christmas.
PS. Check out the Timber Coulee Cottage. It's a sweet little cottage that used to be owned by our cousins and is on the property line of my great-grandfather's farm (in photo above) - which is still being farmed by another cousin.
Dang. I best get going - all this talk about family - I'm getting so homesick for them, that I think I better go finish getting my Christmas cards addressed to them!
To close the year, I chose to greet you during the holiday with a snowy ski-jump story in loving memory of my mom - who enjoyed cross-country skiing when she was a young gal.
She was raised in Timber Coulee where a ski-hill, the Snowflake Ski Club, is located just a few miles from where she lived. My uncles, cousins, great-grandfather, and many family friends were very involved and instrumental in the success of the ski-hill over the years. We even had some good friends that lived just across the road from the ski-hill. I know they are all now enjoying a heaven-Christmas-season together - which I'm sure is far beyond our dreams.
This is an old photo of the ski hill - which we drove by as we headed to my great-grandparents after church every Sunday for our family dinner.
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Snowflake Ski Club ski jump |
This is a sweet photo of my great-uncle - who was very involved every year with the annual ski tournament. Mom always called him "Unk".
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Paul Oium aka "Unk" |
I wish you and your family a very blessed Christmas.
PS. Check out the Timber Coulee Cottage. It's a sweet little cottage that used to be owned by our cousins and is on the property line of my great-grandfather's farm (in photo above) - which is still being farmed by another cousin.
Dang. I best get going - all this talk about family - I'm getting so homesick for them, that I think I better go finish getting my Christmas cards addressed to them!
Saturday, November 12, 2011
Sonja
When I told you about my apple pie making weekend, I told you about a sweet surprise we had when at the apple orchard.
The gal working at the orchard was giving thin slices of apples to the customers to taste. She said "This is a good one for eating. It's new this year. It's name is Sonja." What? That was our mom's name!
Here we were together for the weekend to make mom's apple pies and we have the pleasure of tasting a new apple called Sonja - well, that was the perfect addition to our weekend! And in all honestly, I do believe it is the best tasting apple I've eaten! It was perfectly sweet - just like our mom.
Although they spelled her name differently, I believe it was a message from mom saying she was pretty darn proud of us carrying on her apple pie tradition.
Monday, November 7, 2011
Eating Apple Crisp
I still had some apples left from my pie making weekend - yes, they really stayed nice - so I decided yesterday I should make some apple crisp using my mom's absolutely delicious recipe. The topping is thick...sweet...crunchy...and fabulous!
The full pan...
I'm going in...
Oh boy, it's looking good...
Yup, I'll finish this pan in no time!
The full pan...
I'm going in...
Oh boy, it's looking good...
Yup, I'll finish this pan in no time!
Saturday, October 29, 2011
Mom's Apple Pie
Every fall my mom would make apple pies and put them in the freezer. She would work all day and make oodles of pies. She would give some to my sister and I, plus she would have her own seemingly never-ending-supply in their freezer, ready to pull out at any time and pop in the oven for that homemade delight.
Since my mom's passing, my sister Sue and I knew we wanted to continue with mom's apple pie tradition. But we couldn't make just ANY apple pie. It had to be just like mom's (who, of course, learned to make pies from her mother). So with the assistance of an apple-pie-recipe-card-hand-written-by-a-10-year-old-as-exactly-told-to-her-by-her-grandma-recipe (but, as you can imagine, I missed a few details, but I still totally treasure that recipe card) and the famous Norske Nook cookbook (well we Norwegians think it's famous!), Sue and I feel like we've finally come darn close to mastering the art of the our mom's perfect apple pie! And it only took us two years...this is only our third year of our new tradition.
There. Now you know the history of our apple pie - so sit back with your steamy cup of coffee and enjoy a day of apple pie making with Sue and I... (and I'm sorry - spoiler alert - but you don't get a sweet piece of our pie when you're done).
Sue at the helm of the crust production.
No, this isn't a marketing plug for Surefine sugar, it was just a fun picture. But, heck fire, not a bad idea....I think I'll drop Surefine a note.
Norske Nook to the rescue.
If you don't have a good pie crust, you ain't got a good pie!
I'm busy over on the apple slicing work line. Did I mention we always have a fun fall outing the day prior to "pie day" and venture to the neighboring town, LaCresecent, MN (Applefest capital) to get our apples at the ever popular Bauer's Market. You won't believe what else we found there this year.....but I'm not telling you yet.....that's for a post next week!
Slices and slices of apples. My fingertips were kind of tender the next day!
My, what a lovely round of soon-to-be perfect crust.
After adding just the right amount of apple coating, we mounded them high.
I said high! And don't forget to fill in those sides, those apples really bake down in the oven.
This year our great friend Kim gave us a pie-top-stencil that her sister had given to her before she passed at a too young age. It was so sweet of her to share it with us.....so are you kidding, of course, we just HAD to use it! One big apple in the center for a great steam hole - and little apples all around. Could it get any cuter?
One hour at 350 degrees later and ooooohhhhhh.....warm apple pie goodness!
Can't you just taste it? Yes - another year of family-loving apple pie-making goodness. Thanks mom. Love ya.
Since my mom's passing, my sister Sue and I knew we wanted to continue with mom's apple pie tradition. But we couldn't make just ANY apple pie. It had to be just like mom's (who, of course, learned to make pies from her mother). So with the assistance of an apple-pie-recipe-card-hand-written-by-a-10-year-old-as-exactly-told-to-her-by-her-grandma-recipe (but, as you can imagine, I missed a few details, but I still totally treasure that recipe card) and the famous Norske Nook cookbook (well we Norwegians think it's famous!), Sue and I feel like we've finally come darn close to mastering the art of the our mom's perfect apple pie! And it only took us two years...this is only our third year of our new tradition.
There. Now you know the history of our apple pie - so sit back with your steamy cup of coffee and enjoy a day of apple pie making with Sue and I... (and I'm sorry - spoiler alert - but you don't get a sweet piece of our pie when you're done).
Sue at the helm of the crust production.
Some required ingredients. Note: Sometimes if the recipe calls for lard, Crisco works great too!
No, this isn't a marketing plug for Surefine sugar, it was just a fun picture. But, heck fire, not a bad idea....I think I'll drop Surefine a note.
Norske Nook to the rescue.
If you don't have a good pie crust, you ain't got a good pie!
I'm busy over on the apple slicing work line. Did I mention we always have a fun fall outing the day prior to "pie day" and venture to the neighboring town, LaCresecent, MN (Applefest capital) to get our apples at the ever popular Bauer's Market. You won't believe what else we found there this year.....but I'm not telling you yet.....that's for a post next week!
Slices and slices of apples. My fingertips were kind of tender the next day!
My, what a lovely round of soon-to-be perfect crust.
After adding just the right amount of apple coating, we mounded them high.
I said high! And don't forget to fill in those sides, those apples really bake down in the oven.
This year our great friend Kim gave us a pie-top-stencil that her sister had given to her before she passed at a too young age. It was so sweet of her to share it with us.....so are you kidding, of course, we just HAD to use it! One big apple in the center for a great steam hole - and little apples all around. Could it get any cuter?
One hour at 350 degrees later and ooooohhhhhh.....warm apple pie goodness!
Can't you just taste it? Yes - another year of family-loving apple pie-making goodness. Thanks mom. Love ya.
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