Monthly Archives: September 2012

Sunset Sunday

Monday evening: the setting sun shining on the old boat in our yard.

And on the marsh grass.

A crystal clear sunset.

Our neighbor, Susie, stopped by for a chat. And then paddled on back home.

Sunrise Saturday

This week, we have two “guest locations” for Sunrise Saturday. These were taken Monday morning. The first photo was taken on Rainbow Road, which is just a few miles from our house.

The second one was taken just a couple miles away –  on the way back home.

Yes, the sunrise was beautiful from both locations, but this view is still my favorite.

Friday’s Fences, Trees And A Stream

Last Sunday, when Motor Man and I went “barnstorming” out in the country, naturally, we found a few fences too.

Trees near the fenceline that aren’t cut become living fence posts.

My favorite fence picture of the day was this shot with the little stream.

Linking up to Friday’s Fences.

My Childhood Home

It’s been awhile since I participated in a Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop, but there was a prompt this week that I thought might be fun.

3.) Draw, label, and share the layout of your childhood home.

So, here’s my very feeble attempt at the drawing. If Motor Man hadn’t been so busy this week, I would have asked for his help; he could have done a much better job.

But I think you get the idea.

It was a very simple house. Here’s a (recent) photo that I’ve shared before.

And, although Mama Kat’s prompt doesn’t instruct us to do so, I thought I’d share one memory from each room of the house.

I’ll begin with the front porch, where the most vivid memory would have to be swinging on the front porch that was to the left side. So many hours were spent on that porch when the weather allowed.   In this picture of Mama and me, you can see the porch and the swing in the background.

Indoors, Mom and I spent most of our time in the den. That’s where our little tv was and the more comfortable furniture. It wasn’t a den to us back then. We called it a sitting room. Our Christmas tree was always placed in front of the window in that room.

During the winter months, to conserve heat, the living room was closed off and not used at all. (Just a reminder: my dad died when I was an infant, and my sisters were married by the time I was 4. So it was just Mama and me most of the time.) It was always nice when spring came, and we could open up the rooms that had gone unused during the winter.

The bedroom to the left was always Mom’s room. We closed off the bedroom to the right in the winter, too, and Mom and I slept in the same room. Every spring, I would decide that I would move into the other bedroom. But, when evening came, I always went back to sleep in the room with Mom. I was such a scaredy-cat.

The bedroom on the right was used mostly when my sister, nieces and/or nephews stayed the night.  That room was on the side of the house next to a pond, and in the summertime, the frogs would “sing” us to sleep.

Our kitchen was fairly small.  When I was a little girl, Mom had a wringer washer that she kept in a corner. She pulled it out in the center of the room on Mondays to do laundry. (No clothes dryer then: clothes were hung out on a clothesline.) When my sisters and their families would come for a meal, it was a very crowded room, but we managed.

Our bathroom was a former pantry, so it was very tiny, but served the purpose.

The back porch was where Mama would shell butterbeans, along with other similar chores, in the summer. It was also a good place for my nieces, nephews and I to play on rainy days.

When the memories of my childhood home come to mind, I think of the little saying: “Ours is just a little house, but God knows where we live.”.

Linking up to Mama Kat’s.

Mama’s Losin’ It

Wordless Wednesday – For Sale

The Charles Driver Jordan House. Circa 1857.

Linking up to Wordless Wednesday.

Barn Charm – 1800’s

Sunday, Motor Man and I went “barnstorming” out in the country. It was a picture perfect day for barn photos.

Motor Man’s sister told me about this one.

She believes this one dates from the early to mid 1800’s. I wish I could share with you the smell of the freshly mown grass in the barnyard.

Apparently, at some point, parts of this barn were painted red.

Linking up to Barn Charm.

 

Sundae: Up Close And Personal

A little over a week ago, Motor Man’s Mom fell and broke her shoulder. She’s recovering  nicely, but Motor Man, his sisters and I have been taking turns staying with them to help out for awhile.

That means we haven’t been at home quite as much with Sundae. Saturday afternoon, we came home for awhile, and I took the opportunity to stretch out on our bed for a little rest.

A few minutes later, I had company.

Sundae decided to plop down right on my chest. I was able to take my cell phone from my pocket to get a few photos: the up-close-and-personal kind.

While Sundae and I were having our little photo shoot, Motor Man was taking a shower. Just as I took this next picture, he dropped the soap. Sundae’s ears are a giveaway that there was an unexpected sound.

I posted the first picture on Facebook, and my neighbor commented that Sundae seemed to have an attitude.

I commented with a correction:  it’s ….CATITUDE.