Youngest daughter learned of her car eventually needing a new engine and warranty won’t cover it until it actually fails. This is pretty frustrating.
Eldest daughter was without electricity for 8 hours, hot water for 4 days, and then internet and cable were cut accidentally during repair of said hot water issue.
A ‘trustee’,aka convict, escaped from the Missouri State Fairgrounds who house these people to clean and work around the fairgrounds when most folks are in bed. (More on this in a bit)
And finally, the husband was in the hospital with afib and released Wednesday evening after a battery of doctors coming in an out with differing opinions. The VA is good at that. No offense. I could go on about this too but I will refrain.
First the Doors…
Ron I’m happy to say has lost 80 pounds in the last couple years. But much of it is due to 4 stomach surgeries that involved removing tumors that have been bleeding. Thankfully they are benign, But if they keep returning it will involve a more involved surgery. This is a direct result of dismantling too many meth labs while in law enforcement before they really understood what the effects of meth were. I am very proud of my husband’s service in law enforcement. He fought the good fight. I know of many who are not so good, sadly.
With all that about the hubby’s career out there, you can summize that I know a few people in our local law enforcement community. There are many aware of my daycare that has been here since 1995, on the Katy Trail. I can only think that they felt I was in good hands with my husband’s presence and I didn’t need to be notified. Guess what?! He may not have actually been here. A simple phone call or text would have been greatly appreciated as I took it upon myself to do a self-directed lock down after my mother-in-law and a neighbor’s mother notified me. (Thank you both!) And oh, by the way, he was apprehended on the Katy Trail, albeit in the opposite direction. I’m pretty peeved at the whole incident. This is the not the first time the trail has been used by escapees.
Thank you to anyone who read the whole paragraph. I will not get on my soapbox any further. At least not today 😉
It’s Sunday and time for another one of Inez’s Clippings. Grandma was often the butcher at the farm. It was nothing for her to head out to the chicken barn and grab a good looking hen (or rooster who was guilty of being too ornery) and take care of business –all the steps including plucking the feathers and readying it for the dinner table. I was never privy to learn the method as I was not considered old enough. I can honestly say I’m ok with that 😉 I saw enough meat prep of all kinds to satisfy my curiosity.
On a recent doctor visit, I was told to eat less red meats in an attempt to lower the cholesterol. I’m guilty of being an honest to goodness carnevore and his instructions are going to be tough. After all we live in the middle of the Farm Belt and I reitterate the fact that meat is my favorite staple.
So with all that in mind, we used up some garden produce this weekend, starting with some lovely sweet bell peppers in a Pepper Chicken dish. Chicken is on the ‘good’ list. As long as it’s not deep fried.
The step-by-step photos are in the slides below. Notes: #1-We double recipes sometimes so we can have leftovers and use up extra summer vegies. #2-The link for the recipe is here. #3-The recipe states beef and as I stated above, we substituted chicken. #4-Another difference is we added julienned celery. Crunch is important….to us at least.
To keep this gluten free, it’s important to watch soy sauce, oyster sauce and spice labels.
July 4th weekend we decided to meet up at the eldest daughter’s place for some home-cooked vittles before starting out on a long day trip.
We enjoyed eggs, bacon, hash browns and toast—not to mention some ‘pour-over’ coffee. You know, I do believe she payed attention to my cooking tips. 😉 Click on photos to see ‘Captions”.
About the drive…..we headed off after this supercharge breakfast on the Kansas Quilt Trail. Here’s a portion of the map.
As beginners, we learned that there are no warnings of quilt blocks coming up. The map is just a general reference and you must be on the lookout for them. GPS markers would really help if anyone has the ambition to enter them(clears throat). In the next few Thursday Doors, I’ll be sharing our experience. To start here is a little taste of western Kansas.
In case you are unaware, a “Hane” is a piece of iron attached to the collar of draft horses pulling a wagon. Water jugs were the way to transport water back in the day before the beginning of the Convenience Store. No water bottles, Tervis’s, Thermos bottles, etc. And everyone shared from the same container. Germs? No there were no germophobes in existence. At least not in our neck of the woods.
But we didn’t have a water jug per say. We had a metal dipper. It hung by grandma’s sink and anytime you needed a good swig of water, just grab it and fill it up. That fresh well water pumped right to the sink was ice cold and always hit the spot. Ice cubes? Nah. The only time you needed ice was in your tea or when you were making ice cream.
I searched high and low for a photograph showing that enamel covered metal dipper. After all, the kitchen was always the gathering place for the women folk. We kids knew exactly where they’d all be hanging out. But I only found a couple photos of the kitchen and they’re not taken at the correct angle so you can’t see the infamous dipper. But I want you to see the photo I found anyway as it shows a Norman Rockwell-ish moment in 1969 with my mother reading and Great Grandma sitting while resting her feet. In the kitchen with no tv, no radio, no cell phones, no computers. Just togetherness.
Returning this week to Thursday Doors posts. Just want to say I’ve missed the Thursday Doors gang but I’m glad I participated in the A to Z again just the same. Couldn’t miss its 10th anniversary now could I? If you’re curious about my contribution, you may click the 2019 AtoZ tab above to see the posts. There will be a reveal for the Reflections post that hopefully includes my sampler quilt top. Look for it May 6.
So we had a surprise birthday party for the brother-in-law. And the location couldn’t have been more charming. You might drive by it if you’re not looking goin’ down Missouri state highway 52.
Before the honoree arrived, I got a shot of these farmhouse style tables. Bestill my heart!! Oh, and there’s the inside door view.
The ambiance was wonderful, food was outstanding and no complaints on service. The only thing lacking was the company of a couple of our children…..my niece(& her hubby) and my eldest. But already making plans for a return when everyone is back home. Til then, I’ll share the rest of the photos for this Thursday Doors from Cole Camp, Missouri.
Did I mention the dessert??!! Bavarian Cream filled and layered German Chocolate cake. Oh my Word!! No pics to taunt you with but I’ll be trying the duplication of this one. No doubt about it!
The April A to Z Challenge is in its tenth year, I’ve now participated for 6 of those years, and this year will be my 3rd quilt theme. It’s my first quilt using only patterns from the Kansas City Star newspaper archives. Welcome to my blog!
This block from 1932 has a fitting title. It seems to go in all directions. And the author neglected a tad bit on the instructions on this one. I ended up fudging it just in time for publishing. close call.
And for your viewing pleasure, I’m giving you the final block without too much hoopla. That’s because I’m ready to share with those Hunter family members of mine who are interested, a little gem I found from the January 1932 edition of the Missouri Historical Review. I found the perfect family trait that we can relate to (no pun intended.)
Did You Know?
Nancy Ann Hunter, daughter of Scotch/Irish immigrants, Heroine of the American Revolutionary War, was a young girl when her family moved to help establish a fort at ‘Clark’s Colony’ or Fort Jefferson. The expedition under George Rogers Clark was unsuccessful but the Hunter family stayed and lived in a hostile environment anyway until abandonment in 1781. The story concerning Nancy goes like this: While a period of extreme food shortage was underway, the fort found itself in a dilemma concerning a cow and her new calf on the outside with hostile native indians and the fort occupants trying to decide who would go save these animals. Nancy apparently took it upon herself to do it while said discussions were in still progress. She ran, retrieved the calf and ran back all the while being shot at by the hidden Indians. Clothes a little tattered by near misses of the arrows, she was unharmed. She earned her title from this act of bravery/ or crazy scheme in some minds. In my point of view, this last block for the AtoZ 2019 befits such bravery to a fellow Hunter. Proud to share the namesake!!
Thank you so much to my visitors this A to Z 2019! To the hosts, thanks to all your support and hard work to make this 10th year such a success for us all. Plus, be sure to visit the home of the A to Z here and see other entrants challenge posts. I’ll certainly be spending lots of time visiting the blogs I missed, returning to the ones I got behind on and hopefully submitting a finished quilt top by the time the AtoZ Road Trip rolls around this year.
Last week’s family history dive was brought to you courtesy of my father’s side of the family tree. There’s quite a bit we’ve learned following the grandparents and great grands but I’ll be keeping that under wraps for a bit. Maybe I’ll find a few more doors to go along with that storyline. For this Thursday Doors, I’m starting a bucket list of doors I want to see related to Mother’s side of the family. I won’t go too in-depth but the one I’m sharing today is pretty darn cool if you ask me.
The last Laird (#17) of Hunterston is Robert Huntar and so to my family who reads this, yes, our name spelling is different compared to then. A long lineage of Hunters who were extremely good at hunting, thus given the name as well as land and did the hunting for the kingdom/royalty of those times. I sure wish I could tell my grandfather this! He was the epitame of a hunter in every way, shape and form. Little did we know it was truly in our gene pool!
Thankful to have found this information to pass on for the generations to come. And given the chance, it’s definitely at the top of the places I want to see in person. Maybe they’ll give me a grand tour being I’m related 🙂
in which my great great grandfather was a charter member,
and past this farm,
you’ll come to Mt. Olive Baptist Church. It was here that my grandfather was ordained as a minister in 1886. He was 39 years of age at the time and served as a pastor here 2 different times. The Versailles Statesman published that as of 1927, he’d married 125 couples, as well as conducted 225 funerals. I wonder how there could have survived all these years 2 Baptist churches so close to each other. This one was originally a log school house but burned and was rebuilt by 1914. It sure wasn’t a good-paying occupation as in 1912 the salary was $100.00 per year, payed by the quarter. No wonder they had to farm as well as be pretty much indispensable for weddings and funerals, prayer meetings, Sunday School, Sunday services and don’t forget the Revivals and Camp Meetings. Not to mention offering various sorts of family counseling for the sick or homebound, marriage counseling, excessive alcohol consumption or treatment of family or neighbors — some of these you certainly didn’t discuss in those days. Such a full time job for so little. As you ponder these things, I hope you’ll enjoy the rest of the photos we took as we wandered around the church yard.
A Throwback event was planned by my husband and I for our daughters. We bought them tickets for Christmas and the event was held last Friday evening in Kansas City. But as you can see from some photos below, we were kinda worried if we’d get to make it there. Ice is the worst! Can’t stress it enough. There’s nothing moving, unless it’s you falling on your rump or other body parts that happen to land first. Such as my youngest hitting her head on the pavement headed to work. So glad she wasn’t hurt badly! Scary stuff and not the best part of living in the Midwest.
The Throwback Event as I have dubbed it was a concert to see Sara Evans who happens to be a Missouri-born country music singer in case you weren’t aware. Three of us met the eldest daughter at the Ameristar Casino to see the show. We took a couple prints of the 2002 pic below along for autographing.
Little did we know we’d get to take another photo or 2. They’re all grown up now clearly and this mom is feeling all sappy and stuff. My how time flies. Some song lyrics from Born to Fly: Hey, ’cause I will soar away like the blackbird I will blow in the wind like a seed I will plant my heart in the garden of my dreams And I will grow up where I want, wild and free Who doesn’t want this for their children? Some more photos below of the fam and some doors that are the best I could do with an icy parking lot on the outside. I.Don’t. Skate.
I had some time off (10 whole days) and while I didn’t stray too far from home, I did accompany my husband and eldest daughter to Columbia, Missouri for his latest doctor appointment. So of course, you have to stop someplace for a little bite to eat. After all, it’s an hour drive from home.
ABC Chinese Cuisine had just what the doc ordered, an allergen-friendly menu. Such a relief to have a nice, sit-down, well-prepared meal without fear of a spell of after-dinner nausea. Always grateful for the extra efforts these places put forth for their customers.
Above, a chicken and corn soup–extremely rich and filling. On the right, the mandatory egg roll (not g-free, sorry). Not shown are the main entrees. But maybe next time. For future reference, we have an eggroll recipe coming up in a later post that Is g-free and I have tasted it! So delish!!
No outside door view this writing. Small parking lot and lack of a better angle are my excuses. But we admired their collection they have on display here in the breezeway entrance and throughout.