Hello Neighbor. Glad you stopped by.
The other day my daughter-in-law got some ice from her refrigerator. All she did was stick a glass in the little opening in the refrigerator door and push and out came the ice cubes. Today's "ice boxes" sure have come a long way. Not all refrigerators do that. Some, like ours, have a unit in the freezer part that makes ice cubes automatically and then dumps them into the basket. Then there were those where you had to fill this little tray with dividers in it and put it in the freezer and wait for the water to freeze and have to get the ice cubes out of the tray. Keeping a refrigerator cold to keep food good is not much of a task today, as long as you pay the electric bill.
I remember days when it was a whole different thing. I was quite a little girl then and don't remember all the ins and outs or was I particularly concerned with it. The one thing I do remember was the ice house. I did realize that the men had to somehow get the ice blocks to put in the ice house. I never saw it done and barely remember what I was told but I think it went something like this.
First you had to wait for the winter weather got cold enough so the water on the pond would freeze down deep into the water, about 12" to 14" I would guess (after seeing the block of ice). There was some kind of special hand saw that they used to cut through the ice to cut out the blocks. Then there was the need of some kind of truck or trailer to bring the ice home. It must have been quite a chore to handle those cold ice cubes up on the trucks or trailers. When they got them home that's when I got interested in "ice blocks".
What I remember is the ice house. That was one of the three little shed like buildings along one side of the barn. Dad or U. Jr. would lay out a layer of ice blocks with spaces between each one. Next they would cover the whole thing with sawdust, the top and the spaces. Then lay out another layer and repeat the process until all the ice had been layered and covered. I wonder how they knew how much would be needed to cover us for a year until the next winter freeze. And what happened if the weather did not cooperate and freeze the pond hard enough to get out there and cut the ice. Well, be what it may, we did get the ice. I remember my sister and going into the ice house when it was full of ice and climbing on the top of the sawdust.
Well the reason for all this hard work was the "ice box" that was up in the front porch of my grandmother's house. I wish I had, as a child, paid more attention to that gadget on the porch. Maybe I would remember what it looked like. I just remember getting the ice from the ice house up to the farm house. My U. Jr. I expect was the one that did it during the time we were just little kids. But it was always a treat for us when we saw the ice block coming up the hill. There was a big pair of tongs with pointed ends that was sharp enough to grab a hold of the ice and be carried or dragged up the lawn. The ice block would be cover with sawdust. It had to be washed off as best as could be and then out came the ice pick to chip off the sawdust that was not washed off. This is what my sister, Mary, and i were waiting for. We would pick up the little ice chips and suck on them. That was what interested us. Not where the ice block went in the old "ice box".
That;s my story and I am sticking with it. Stop by again and we'll have another story.
Monday, May 23, 2016
Friday, May 13, 2016
LOG SCHOOL HOUSE AND THE OLMSTEADS
Hello Neighbor. Glad you stopped by.
The little log cabin had been built by S. T. Sterling on his homestead in the early 1800's. By the time that Mr. & Mrs. Terry bought it in 1876, several pioneer families had made their home there. Pioneer homes were built facing the south to get the most benefit from the winter sun that hangs low in the sky. They had no constructed floors, only dirt that was packed hard. Overhead was a shingled roof with no ceiling. the logs used to construct the homes were hewn from trees that grew along the Yakima River and were hauled to the meadows.
Mr. & Mrs. Charles Terry, who once lived in the cabin, were teachers. They both had graduated from a college in Pennsylvania. Mrs. Terry started a small private school in the cabin for the pioneer families that lived in the area.
This little log schoolhouse, which had survived a hundred winters in the Kittitas Valley, was almost destroyed by a bonfire in 1949. Mr. & Mrs. James Seaton moved the cabin to their place where it stood until it was reconstructed in 1980 on the Olmstead place where it now stands as a symbol of our Pioneer Heritage.
Books and supplies were limited on the frontier. They would be donated by one of the families whose children would be attending the school. There were no pencils or paper so the children had to bring their own. Brown wrapper paper was used for a tablet. The little school house still remains at The Olmstead State Park.
Samuel Olmstead was born in New York in 1831. Later his family moved to a farm in Illinois. In 1861, he married Sarah Frances Yale. They arrived in San Francisco sometime during the late 1860's or early 1870's, Later they migrated north to the coastal area of Oregon where their last child was born, then went on to Puget Sound in Washington. Samuel's half-brother, J. D. Olmstead, urged them to come to the Kittitas Valley where he had been living since 1870. They arrived in the Kittitas Valley in September of 1875 and completed their cabin in 1876. By this time Clara was 14, Phil was 10 and Jack was 4.
Samuel used cottonwood logs from the Yakima River area to build the cabin. They were squared with an adze and the interior planks were sawn with a whipsaw at one of the local mills. the logs were dovetailed and put together with pegs made from branches or square nails. The chinking was made of mud and grass. Newspapers covered the interior walls for insulation. The windows were freighted from The Dalles over the Squaw Creek Trail. Their original stove was shipped from Seattle to Portland, up the Columbia River and over the trail from The Dalles to the valley.
In December of 1881, Clara married George W. Smith. One month later, Sam Olmstead died at the age of 51. The burden of running the farm fell to Sarah and her two sons. Clara and George established a home in the valley. A daughter, Leta May, was born in 1883, Clareta in 1886, and Ruby Myrtle in 1891. Clara died at the age of 31. Two months later, 1 year old Ruby died. Leta May 8 and Clareta 5 were raised by Sarah, their grandmother.
During these years, Phil and Jack continued to farm and were knows as the Olmstead Brothers. In 1907-1908 the farmhouse and the red barn were built. The family built a house in town, perhaps because Sarah's health was failing and needed to be closer to a doctor. The granddaughters helped to care for Sarah until she died in 1918.
Sometime in 1920, Phil and his nieces moved back to the farmhouse for good. In 1938, Phil died of a heart attack. His nieces continued to operate the farm. Leta May did the house chores and Clareta ran the farm and the business. They remained on the farm until Leta's death in 1974. Clareta died in 1981 at the age of 95. After her death the farmhouse was closed until a new foundation was poured in 1988.The cabin remained available to the public. In May of 1989, the 1908 farmhouse was opened to the public for the first time. **
**Historical background courtesy of Olmstead State Park.
The Olmstead Place State Park, in Ellensburg, WA is a most interesting and enjoyable experience. If you should ever be in the area, take time to visit it. You will not be disappointed. I discovered, when researching this, there was a teacher in the Elementary School in Moxee, WA who is a descendant of the Olstead's. I had a chance to share my visit to The Olmstead Place and my interest.
This article was published in the Yakima book that was put out by the Writer's group I attended.
Stop by again sometime and we'll have another chat.
The little log cabin had been built by S. T. Sterling on his homestead in the early 1800's. By the time that Mr. & Mrs. Terry bought it in 1876, several pioneer families had made their home there. Pioneer homes were built facing the south to get the most benefit from the winter sun that hangs low in the sky. They had no constructed floors, only dirt that was packed hard. Overhead was a shingled roof with no ceiling. the logs used to construct the homes were hewn from trees that grew along the Yakima River and were hauled to the meadows.
Mr. & Mrs. Charles Terry, who once lived in the cabin, were teachers. They both had graduated from a college in Pennsylvania. Mrs. Terry started a small private school in the cabin for the pioneer families that lived in the area.
This little log schoolhouse, which had survived a hundred winters in the Kittitas Valley, was almost destroyed by a bonfire in 1949. Mr. & Mrs. James Seaton moved the cabin to their place where it stood until it was reconstructed in 1980 on the Olmstead place where it now stands as a symbol of our Pioneer Heritage.
Books and supplies were limited on the frontier. They would be donated by one of the families whose children would be attending the school. There were no pencils or paper so the children had to bring their own. Brown wrapper paper was used for a tablet. The little school house still remains at The Olmstead State Park.
Samuel Olmstead was born in New York in 1831. Later his family moved to a farm in Illinois. In 1861, he married Sarah Frances Yale. They arrived in San Francisco sometime during the late 1860's or early 1870's, Later they migrated north to the coastal area of Oregon where their last child was born, then went on to Puget Sound in Washington. Samuel's half-brother, J. D. Olmstead, urged them to come to the Kittitas Valley where he had been living since 1870. They arrived in the Kittitas Valley in September of 1875 and completed their cabin in 1876. By this time Clara was 14, Phil was 10 and Jack was 4.
Samuel used cottonwood logs from the Yakima River area to build the cabin. They were squared with an adze and the interior planks were sawn with a whipsaw at one of the local mills. the logs were dovetailed and put together with pegs made from branches or square nails. The chinking was made of mud and grass. Newspapers covered the interior walls for insulation. The windows were freighted from The Dalles over the Squaw Creek Trail. Their original stove was shipped from Seattle to Portland, up the Columbia River and over the trail from The Dalles to the valley.
In December of 1881, Clara married George W. Smith. One month later, Sam Olmstead died at the age of 51. The burden of running the farm fell to Sarah and her two sons. Clara and George established a home in the valley. A daughter, Leta May, was born in 1883, Clareta in 1886, and Ruby Myrtle in 1891. Clara died at the age of 31. Two months later, 1 year old Ruby died. Leta May 8 and Clareta 5 were raised by Sarah, their grandmother.
During these years, Phil and Jack continued to farm and were knows as the Olmstead Brothers. In 1907-1908 the farmhouse and the red barn were built. The family built a house in town, perhaps because Sarah's health was failing and needed to be closer to a doctor. The granddaughters helped to care for Sarah until she died in 1918.
Sometime in 1920, Phil and his nieces moved back to the farmhouse for good. In 1938, Phil died of a heart attack. His nieces continued to operate the farm. Leta May did the house chores and Clareta ran the farm and the business. They remained on the farm until Leta's death in 1974. Clareta died in 1981 at the age of 95. After her death the farmhouse was closed until a new foundation was poured in 1988.The cabin remained available to the public. In May of 1989, the 1908 farmhouse was opened to the public for the first time. **
**Historical background courtesy of Olmstead State Park.
The Olmstead Place State Park, in Ellensburg, WA is a most interesting and enjoyable experience. If you should ever be in the area, take time to visit it. You will not be disappointed. I discovered, when researching this, there was a teacher in the Elementary School in Moxee, WA who is a descendant of the Olstead's. I had a chance to share my visit to The Olmstead Place and my interest.
This article was published in the Yakima book that was put out by the Writer's group I attended.
Stop by again sometime and we'll have another chat.
Tuesday, May 10, 2016
THE OLMSTEAD STATE PARK
Hello Neighbor. Glad you stopped by.
Since we are here in Yakima, I thought I would post something about Yakima. Years ago (well about 6 years ago) we lived here for 15 years. During that time I joined a writer's club. The group decided to publish a book about stores of the Yakima area. I had already written one and so just had to submit it to be included in the book. The story takes place on the Olmstead Place State Park. The house is still there and people are allowed to go in to see it, as well as a large barn and equipment. There is a path that leads to a brook that flows through the property. There is a small school house that was brought there it keep it from being destroyed and can be seen as well. I started my article with the school house which is a made up story.
Sarah stood at the window of the little school house and looked across the field of grain waving gently in the setting sun. 'Abe is gone,' she thought. 'After all these years, just the two of us, and now I am alone.' Sarah was only 16 and Abe was ten years older when they married. He was a river man and though his job as a pilot on one of the river boats took him away from home a lot, they had been happy together.
Since we are here in Yakima, I thought I would post something about Yakima. Years ago (well about 6 years ago) we lived here for 15 years. During that time I joined a writer's club. The group decided to publish a book about stores of the Yakima area. I had already written one and so just had to submit it to be included in the book. The story takes place on the Olmstead Place State Park. The house is still there and people are allowed to go in to see it, as well as a large barn and equipment. There is a path that leads to a brook that flows through the property. There is a small school house that was brought there it keep it from being destroyed and can be seen as well. I started my article with the school house which is a made up story.
Sarah stood at the window of the little school house and looked across the field of grain waving gently in the setting sun. 'Abe is gone,' she thought. 'After all these years, just the two of us, and now I am alone.' Sarah was only 16 and Abe was ten years older when they married. He was a river man and though his job as a pilot on one of the river boats took him away from home a lot, they had been happy together.
Abe was a man of few words, but he was thoughtful in the little things he did. He would always bring her surprises from his trips down the river. Sometimes a pretty ribbon for her hair, a bolt of cloth for a new dress or just a pretty stone he had found. .'The days are lonely ones for a river man's wife.' she thought, as she continued to stare across the field to the hills in the distance.'If only there had been children to share my love.'
'
Sarah's mind drifted back through the years to that time when they were full of hopes for a family. They had been married for two years when a child was expected. Abe had hurried home from a river trip to be with her. It was an early, hard delivery. The baby lived only a few hours. The years passed and no other babies came along. So Sarah had devoted all her love and energy to her husband, And now he was gone, leaving her no one to share her love.
It was this very need to have someone to love that brought her here to this little school house in the Kittitas Valley of Washington. A notice tacked to the wall of the little general store read, "Needed - a teacher, not much pay - but room and board provided." It seemed the answer to her prayer. So Sarah had come with what little belongings she had piled into the wagon.
She turned from the window and went over to the table, sat down and looked around at her new surroundings. Through the flickering light from the oil lamp on the table, she could see in the deepening shadows of one corner, her bedstead. It was made from crude logs with a straw-stuffed mattress. A pretty patch-work coverlet brightened the corner. Beside the bed stood a bureau on which she had placed a pretty stone, one of the little surprises Abe had brought back from one of his down river trips. A small tin box contained her few pieces of jewelry. A sampler hung on the wall that said, "God bless our home." On the floor by the bed was a rag rug. A basin and pitcher for washing was on a stand in the corner of the room. At the other end of the wall, there was a small cooking range with a wood box that someone had thoughtfully filled with wood. A hutch for dishes, an iron sink, a work bench, a table and two chairs completed the kitchen area.'It isn't like the home that Abe and I shared for all these years' she thought, 'but it will do.'
Sarah continued her survey of the little log home. From where she sat, she could see the four plank benches in the other corner. The cracked slate that hung on the wall and a few dusty primer books on a small desk - not much to work with, but Sarah had learned how to make do with what she had. 'Here is where the children will sit and learn to read, write and do figures. Here is where I will be able to share love,' she thought as she stared into the shadows.
She rose slowly from the table and picking up the oil lamp, she prepared to make ready for bed. As Sarah settled down under the pretty patch-work comforter, her last thoughts before drifting off were, 'I wonder what the children will be like, I wonder...'
The chirping of birds and the rays of the early morning sun crept into the cabin and into the dreams of sleeping Sarah. She began to stir. Suddenly she remembered all that had happened yesterday and quickly sat up. 'This is my first day here in this little school house,' she thought. I must get up and get going.'
Sarah crawled out from under the warm, comfy covers, felt for her slippers, threw on her robe and quickly went to the range to perk up the fire. The kettle of water was still warm and she poured herself something to drink. With the cup of warm liquid in her hands, she slowly walked to the table, sat down and wondered what the day would bring. Out of the window she could see the grain, wet with dew, still waving in the morning sun. There were birds singing outside the window in the bushes and some flowers still blooming in the fall weather.
She turned from the window and went over to the table, sat down and looked around at her new surroundings. Through the flickering light from the oil lamp on the table, she could see in the deepening shadows of one corner, her bedstead. It was made from crude logs with a straw-stuffed mattress. A pretty patch-work coverlet brightened the corner. Beside the bed stood a bureau on which she had placed a pretty stone, one of the little surprises Abe had brought back from one of his down river trips. A small tin box contained her few pieces of jewelry. A sampler hung on the wall that said, "God bless our home." On the floor by the bed was a rag rug. A basin and pitcher for washing was on a stand in the corner of the room. At the other end of the wall, there was a small cooking range with a wood box that someone had thoughtfully filled with wood. A hutch for dishes, an iron sink, a work bench, a table and two chairs completed the kitchen area.'It isn't like the home that Abe and I shared for all these years' she thought, 'but it will do.'
Sarah continued her survey of the little log home. From where she sat, she could see the four plank benches in the other corner. The cracked slate that hung on the wall and a few dusty primer books on a small desk - not much to work with, but Sarah had learned how to make do with what she had. 'Here is where the children will sit and learn to read, write and do figures. Here is where I will be able to share love,' she thought as she stared into the shadows.
She rose slowly from the table and picking up the oil lamp, she prepared to make ready for bed. As Sarah settled down under the pretty patch-work comforter, her last thoughts before drifting off were, 'I wonder what the children will be like, I wonder...'
The chirping of birds and the rays of the early morning sun crept into the cabin and into the dreams of sleeping Sarah. She began to stir. Suddenly she remembered all that had happened yesterday and quickly sat up. 'This is my first day here in this little school house,' she thought. I must get up and get going.'
Sarah crawled out from under the warm, comfy covers, felt for her slippers, threw on her robe and quickly went to the range to perk up the fire. The kettle of water was still warm and she poured herself something to drink. With the cup of warm liquid in her hands, she slowly walked to the table, sat down and wondered what the day would bring. Out of the window she could see the grain, wet with dew, still waving in the morning sun. There were birds singing outside the window in the bushes and some flowers still blooming in the fall weather.
The scene from her window was different from that on the river bank. Here the quiet morning was calming to the soul, where on the river there were sounds of bustling activity as boats tooted and men hollered while goods were loaded or unloaded."'Life is certainly going to be different here," she said out loud, just to hear a voice. "Oh, Abe, why did you leave me? How and I going to get along without you to love?"
Well, I must get myself together and be ready for the children when they arrive. I wonder what they will be like. Sarah went back to the range and prepared herself a bit of breakfast. Then she poured some of the warm water into the basin and commenced her morning ritual . She put on a clean dress, combed her hair and with a last look into the mirror, was ready to check out the supplies.
Sarah stood at the end of the room and slowly glanced around. There was a black slate on the end wall with a piece of chalk and an eraser. On the little teacher's desk were a few dusty books, 'It seems that it has been a while since they had a teacher,' she thought, as she ;picked up a book and blew the dust off. It was a speller. There was a reader and a dictionary, too. Not much, but a beginning. After a bit more dusting and straightening up, Sarah was ready to greet the children when they arrived.
Sarah went to the door. She opened it and stood looking across the yard. Shielding her eyes with one hand, she could see someone coming down the dusty road. Yes, it looked like two children.They were holding hands and sort of skipping along swinging their paper bags. As they neared the little school house, they slowed down. Soon they came to a stand still. Sarah could see them looking at the school and whispering to themselves. She could imagine what they were saying,"I wonder what the new teacher is like?" Maybe they were even a little afraid.
Sarah waved and encouraged them to come. She greeted them with a smile, "Good morning," she said. "My name is Mrs. Sarah Jones. What is your name?" She asked this of the older child as the smaller one was sort of holding back. The two girls looked something alike and Sarah thought they were probably sisters. The older one looked up at Sarah and said, "My name is Sally Brown and this is my little sister, Jane. We live down the road, past the corner where the road crosses the little brook. I am 10 years old and Jane is 6. We are glad that we have a new teacher." "Well, Sally and Jane, I am glad that I can be your new teacher. We will have a good time learning new things together.." Sarah led the children into the room and helped them to find a seat.
Soon she heard someone outside and went to the window. Coming across the yard was a young boy riding a small pony. He slid down from the back of the pony and tied it to a tree. He went to the well and drew a pail of water and placed it where the pony would be able to reach it. Then he got his bag and came right over to the door and marched right in. "Hi, I'm Billy Johnson, and I am in the 4th grade!" "Well, good morning, Billy Johnson. My name is Mrs. Sarah Brown, and I am very pleased to meet you. I am sure that you are going to be a big help to me. Why don't you put your bag over here with the others and find a seat." Billy nonchalantly walked across the room and put his bag on the shelf, then took a seat on the back bench.
Sarah wasn't sure how many children would be here for this first day so she planned to start with an activity that would help her to get to know the children. "We are going to play a guessing game. What do you think is my favorite color?" After a few guesses, they discovered that her favorite color was blue. Then she asked each of them to ask the same question. Soon they were all sharing some of their favorite things, such as favorite food, favorite game, favorite animal, etc. As they shared these things, they soon began to feel more comfortable and so did Sarah.
Soon Billy jumped up and went to the window. "Here comes Johnny Greene. He has to help his dad do the milking, and sometimes he doesn't get here early," Johnny came running into the room like a whirlwind. He was all out of breath and grinning from ear to ear. His face was aglow and so were his freckles.
Sarah got down to the business of teaching the boys and girls their three R's. Already her heart felt better just being here with them. She knew that she was going to be receiving as much as she would be giving. Through the days, weeks and months, Sarah got to know the children and their families. She also learned about the Olmsteads who came and settled the area.
(This will be the next post.)
Well, I must get myself together and be ready for the children when they arrive. I wonder what they will be like. Sarah went back to the range and prepared herself a bit of breakfast. Then she poured some of the warm water into the basin and commenced her morning ritual . She put on a clean dress, combed her hair and with a last look into the mirror, was ready to check out the supplies.
Sarah stood at the end of the room and slowly glanced around. There was a black slate on the end wall with a piece of chalk and an eraser. On the little teacher's desk were a few dusty books, 'It seems that it has been a while since they had a teacher,' she thought, as she ;picked up a book and blew the dust off. It was a speller. There was a reader and a dictionary, too. Not much, but a beginning. After a bit more dusting and straightening up, Sarah was ready to greet the children when they arrived.
Sarah went to the door. She opened it and stood looking across the yard. Shielding her eyes with one hand, she could see someone coming down the dusty road. Yes, it looked like two children.They were holding hands and sort of skipping along swinging their paper bags. As they neared the little school house, they slowed down. Soon they came to a stand still. Sarah could see them looking at the school and whispering to themselves. She could imagine what they were saying,"I wonder what the new teacher is like?" Maybe they were even a little afraid.
Sarah waved and encouraged them to come. She greeted them with a smile, "Good morning," she said. "My name is Mrs. Sarah Jones. What is your name?" She asked this of the older child as the smaller one was sort of holding back. The two girls looked something alike and Sarah thought they were probably sisters. The older one looked up at Sarah and said, "My name is Sally Brown and this is my little sister, Jane. We live down the road, past the corner where the road crosses the little brook. I am 10 years old and Jane is 6. We are glad that we have a new teacher." "Well, Sally and Jane, I am glad that I can be your new teacher. We will have a good time learning new things together.." Sarah led the children into the room and helped them to find a seat.
Soon she heard someone outside and went to the window. Coming across the yard was a young boy riding a small pony. He slid down from the back of the pony and tied it to a tree. He went to the well and drew a pail of water and placed it where the pony would be able to reach it. Then he got his bag and came right over to the door and marched right in. "Hi, I'm Billy Johnson, and I am in the 4th grade!" "Well, good morning, Billy Johnson. My name is Mrs. Sarah Brown, and I am very pleased to meet you. I am sure that you are going to be a big help to me. Why don't you put your bag over here with the others and find a seat." Billy nonchalantly walked across the room and put his bag on the shelf, then took a seat on the back bench.
Sarah wasn't sure how many children would be here for this first day so she planned to start with an activity that would help her to get to know the children. "We are going to play a guessing game. What do you think is my favorite color?" After a few guesses, they discovered that her favorite color was blue. Then she asked each of them to ask the same question. Soon they were all sharing some of their favorite things, such as favorite food, favorite game, favorite animal, etc. As they shared these things, they soon began to feel more comfortable and so did Sarah.
Soon Billy jumped up and went to the window. "Here comes Johnny Greene. He has to help his dad do the milking, and sometimes he doesn't get here early," Johnny came running into the room like a whirlwind. He was all out of breath and grinning from ear to ear. His face was aglow and so were his freckles.
Sarah got down to the business of teaching the boys and girls their three R's. Already her heart felt better just being here with them. She knew that she was going to be receiving as much as she would be giving. Through the days, weeks and months, Sarah got to know the children and their families. She also learned about the Olmsteads who came and settled the area.
(This will be the next post.)
Sunday, May 1, 2016
YAKIMA, WA. HERE WE COME
Hello neighbors and FB friends
I was born on Feb. 29,1936. This past Feb. I celebrated my 20th Leap Year Birthday. I also celebrated turning 80 years. My birthday wish was to take an Amtrak trip back to Yakima, where we lived for 15 years before moving to Amherst, VA. I wanted to visit again with some of our dear friends we left there and also to visit family members, too. I don't think we will take another trip as long as this one again. Only God knows, but we don't plan on it. I am getting excited as we have just tonight to finish packing as we have to leave home around 4:30 am for the Amtrak station in Lynchburg. We also are planing another trip inside this trip. We hope to take a sea-plane from Seattle to Malibu BC where our granddaughter is working with the Young Life group at their camp. The only way in is via boat or sea-plane. Boat takes too long. Besides we have never been on a sea-plane before. Should be something different. I am going to try to post some pictures on FB if I can figure it out. I did send the flower garden pictures, so think I have it. Will post something on the blog. Not sure what it will be but it will be something.
Just think that little tiny baby that ended up on a farm grew to a simple farm girl and is now 80 years old and going on a long trip. I find it hard sometimes to look back and make this 80 year old become that little farm girl playing on the 140 acres and mowing hay, etc. But God has been good and has watched over me all these years, even when I really had no idea He was. Thank you, God, for all you have done so far. I am looking forward to the next 20 years. After all my mother will be celebrating (God willing) her 102nd birthday in October. So who knows about tomorrow? Only the Good Lord.
Thank you all for reading my blogs. Hope you will continue to check me out.
I was born on Feb. 29,1936. This past Feb. I celebrated my 20th Leap Year Birthday. I also celebrated turning 80 years. My birthday wish was to take an Amtrak trip back to Yakima, where we lived for 15 years before moving to Amherst, VA. I wanted to visit again with some of our dear friends we left there and also to visit family members, too. I don't think we will take another trip as long as this one again. Only God knows, but we don't plan on it. I am getting excited as we have just tonight to finish packing as we have to leave home around 4:30 am for the Amtrak station in Lynchburg. We also are planing another trip inside this trip. We hope to take a sea-plane from Seattle to Malibu BC where our granddaughter is working with the Young Life group at their camp. The only way in is via boat or sea-plane. Boat takes too long. Besides we have never been on a sea-plane before. Should be something different. I am going to try to post some pictures on FB if I can figure it out. I did send the flower garden pictures, so think I have it. Will post something on the blog. Not sure what it will be but it will be something.
Just think that little tiny baby that ended up on a farm grew to a simple farm girl and is now 80 years old and going on a long trip. I find it hard sometimes to look back and make this 80 year old become that little farm girl playing on the 140 acres and mowing hay, etc. But God has been good and has watched over me all these years, even when I really had no idea He was. Thank you, God, for all you have done so far. I am looking forward to the next 20 years. After all my mother will be celebrating (God willing) her 102nd birthday in October. So who knows about tomorrow? Only the Good Lord.
Thank you all for reading my blogs. Hope you will continue to check me out.
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