Always Fresh Bread- A Handmade Gift

A day to be appreciative of all we have in our lives. Olga, my DIL’s mother gave me a handmade linen bag with a special lining to keep bread fresh. Made in Ukraine.

It says in Ukrainian alway fresh bread
The loaf peeking out of the lace edged bread bag that’s cheese on the board.

After more than three weeks away, I slept in my home bed in a warm house last night. It was a long day of travel so lots of time to knit and reflect on a wonderful visit with my son and his family. I received many welcome home messages and it was lovely How good it feels to be able to travel again. To be with those you love. To meet a 2020 granddaughter.

I’m grateful for my family and friends and all of you who stop by here.

I found an article about Giving Thanks from Harvard Health Publishing and how it can make one happier. I believe it!

Silhouette of my Mom 1939

My mother photographed at Starved Rock Park, Illinois in 1939.

see link for information on St.Peter sandstone

Marian VanSickle Hendricks the year my parents were married (1939)

Sounds like a horrific history as I read the explanation of the naming of this huge park in Illinois. “

Here’s the story “Starved Rock State Park derives its names from a Native American legend of injustice and retribution. In the 1760s, Pontiac (Chief of the Ottawa tribe) was slain by an Illiniwek while attending a tribal council in southern Illinois. According to the legend, during one of the battles that subsequently occurred to avenge his killing, a band of Illiniwek, under attack by a band of Potawatomi (allies of the Ottawa) sought refuge atop a 125-foot sandstone butte. The Ottawa and Potawatomi surrounded the bluff and held their ground until the hapless Illiniwek died of starvation—giving rise to its name Starved Rock.”

Thirteen miles of hiking trails.

Starved Rock State Park is a wilderness area on the Illinois River containing steep sandstone canyons formed by glacial meltwater. A few canyons: St. Louis, French and Wildcat canyons have waterfalls. Wooded trails lead to Lover’s Leap Overlook, with views of the river and the dam. Park wildlife includes white-tailed deer, bald eagles and migratory birds, and reptiles. You can spend all day hiking and have lunch or dinner at the lodge.” Trip Advisor

1984 Moment in Motherhood

This post is from 2010

1984- MOMENT IN MOTHERHOOD/CHILDHOOD

Grafenwoehr Germany.

Under the kitchen sink!

One of my favorite photos of Mark, Matthew and Laura. Everyone laughing, having a good time.

How they decided to get in the cupboard I don’t know but looking at this picture always makes me happy. Scanner not working so photographed the photo.

Under the kitchen sink!

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With my mother, June 1974

Children in Winter c.1916

From my Grandmother’s Album. Durand, Illinois. Uncle Robert (b.1914) I’m the left. Uncle John (b.1910) on the right. my mother Marian (b.1912) next to Robert with the light trim on her dark hat. She looks about four to me but maybe it’s 1917.

Don’t know child in the center wearing the white hat Robert, Marian, ? and John. A neighbor?
They had just one boy cousin.

My Mother and Her Family c.1926

She’s on the left in her ruffled dress, her brother Robert next to her, then their mother Charlotte in the cloche hat, her brother John and their father Judd. I’m guessing on the date .

Marian, Robert, Charlotte, John, Judd
Durand, Illinois

Our Mom, Morgan le Fay and Slipcovers

Throwback Thursday.

This photo has to be taken in the late sixties. My sister’s cat on her lap- Morgan le Fay. I don’t remember our mom being particularly fond of cats. Her parents were avid birders.

I did a transfer of the photo onto watercolor paper in a class I took.

My sister and I were just saying wish we hadn’t discarded those slip covers. Slip covers were popular years ago. The yellow was much brighter in person. And a bold black stripe.

“When shall we 3 meet again ”

A page from my grandmothers album. I wish I knew who the photographer was.

When shall we 3 meet again.

That’s the caption written under my grandparents photo in the center of the page

Durand, Illinois 1916. My mother, Marian, is the four year old girl with her brothers John (6) snd Robert (2)

The Judd Dewitt VanSickle and Charlotte Rowley VanSickle family. My maternal grandparents.

My mother is the 4 year old girl