In the ongoing effort of cleaning up the third floor earlier this week, I found a stash of postcards and greeting cards, some handmade by my kids, written or scribbled upon and saved. Saved by me cause I couldn’t bear to pitch them. Even a dot matrix computer printer card, made by the kids for me. A folded page of Murphy the Airedale’s inky footprints before any of the grandkids arrived and then I found a card with the addition of “baby” when Anna was expected.
Numerous photographs, too.
Happy Mother’s Day greetings, a partial collection.
Me as a young mother of 3 in 1983Me with the kids on way back to Germany in 1985 at Christmas after Aunt Bobbie’s wedding in Kansas City.
My mother as a grandmother holding Mark in 1977, Fort Knox, KY
Christmas 2017. Me with five of my grandchildren
Finding my place in the world of motherhood.
Grateful to be a daughter, sister, mother and grandmother, every day of the year.
Five years ago I tried to create a recipe blog from my grandmother’s wooden recipe box and my mother’s recipe cards. I’d forgotten all about it until today when I got a notice from WordPress. Try this link to the blog A friend wrote she had trouble
getting to it
I didn’t stick with this blog for very long.
There were SIX followers. Throwback seemed as if the recipes weren’t really relevant nowadays.
It stopped seeming like such a cool idea.
But today I got a notice “Your stats are BOOMING!” On the Throwback Recipes blog. Rhubarb Cake recipe and the home page
And 65 hits (that’s booming after zero) are from El Salvador, 2 are from United States and 1 from Australia. And in just ONE hour.
So thought I would share about my abandoned blog that got rediscovered today.
Did you ever start a blog and abandon it?
It’s always nice to receive those notices from WordPress.
Here is the Chocolate Pound Cake recipe my mother made
This pretty bouquet traveled from Pittsburgh to Ohio in the car. A friend brought it to my doorstep the other day. I’ve been thinking about her a lot this weekend.
Since I was going visiting family, I couldn’t leave the flowers in Pittsburgh. They were so colorful.
Sunday afternoon, I put them on Laura’s front porch to photograph their beauty.
I thought how much my mom would have enjoyed them.
Grateful for those who have gone on before and all those here on earth with us now.
Shadowed I’ve a lot of shadows but not that many photos with “shadowed”
Here are the Adventures of Matthew highlights.
No thought of acid-free paper or archival pigment ink when I created this.
I covered two pieces of cardboard with fabric, ironed some of that paper that was coated and would bond when it got really hot and zig-zag stitched the pages on the sewing machine.
The end papers were marbled on this one.
I entered this photo to try to win something from Cheerios but I forget what it was.
Photographed tonight in Target. You were on my mind.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MATTHEW-
Miss you! Love you xxooxx
An enjoyment of baked goods. I didn’t eat any of these but I am sure we would have had fun together if we did.
Cake flowers from NYC shot last Spring
The enjoyment of flowers (although you’re a good gardener, I like to look at them)
Real flowers and bird eggs
We are fortunate to share the love of grandchildren. That’s the best thing to share. Shared love and laughter.
Have a wonderful birthday, Marlene!
Happy Birthday Marlene.
(And you share a birthdate with my mother Marian VanSickle Hendricks born 1912)
Marian Van Sickle Hendricks
Born Durand Illinois
September 3, 1912
The one room school house photo with my mother as the teacher (in the back row left) was photographed September 13, 1930.
Written on the back of the photo – Barbara Sweet, Pearl Wallace, Jesse Shultz, Ellis Greene, Truman Sweet.
Front row, l to r, Glenn Greene, Laurence Judd, Edward Bratt, Truman Clark, Phyllis Sweet, Mildred Judd.
In the photos with her are her brothers John Rowley Van Sickle (1910) and Robert Eugene Van Sickle (1914) Her parents Judd Dewitt Van Sickle and Charlotte Rowley Van Sickle were married in 1908.
The doll, Maybelle is in my living room.
She married Roy Joseph Hendricks August 28, 1939.
I am the baby in the photograph with the 1952 Dodge Wayfarer and my sister Mary and brother David.
My mother passed September 7, 2000.
So engrossed, they don’t notice
old Grandma and her camera.
(Posted with permission from my DIL Erika.)