Thanksgiving Holiday

I am taking a break from here due to being too busy with the holiday preperations I have to do. I will be back after the holiday. Happy Thanksgiving everyone!!

Photos: White Tail Neighbors

Photos: White Tail Neighbors: White Tail Neighbors , a set on Flickr.

Photos: Season Of Fall

Photos: Season Of Fall: Season Of Fall , a set on Flickr.     

Took the granddaughters to the park today. There is a walking trail there which is where I took most of the pictures in this set. Others were taken in my yard and around the country neighborhood. Hope you enjoy them. :)
My granddaughter thought this drainage pipe was a skunk from where we were standing. I zoomed in on it to find out, lol.

  

Brenda

I didn't have many friends, but one of my very best friends was Brenda. We became best friends after my step dad sold the swap shop/coffee shop/auction barn. We moved into town to a house that my step dad owned and had been renting out. Brenda lived right across the street. Although we were in the same grade in school and knew each other we hadn't been friends, that changed when I moved to town. One summer Brenda was allowed to go camping and fishing with us. We went to Cassville, Wisconsin for 3 weeks. My step brother and his family and my brother also went along. Here is a picture of Brenda, my step brother's 2 boys, and me.

 

 

 

Brenda and I slept in sleeping bags on top of lounge chairs inside of a screened in patio tent. We had a lot of fun and I wasn't bored at all. Here is another picture that was taken on that trip. It is a picture of me holding up a catfish that my step brother's son, Dean had caught.

 

 

In case you are wondering, yes those are the flat bottom boats that we used to go fishing in...little things aren't they...especially on the Mississippi River!!

 

 

Brenda and I did everything together until something happened and all of a sudden we didn't talk to each other. Brenda got mad at me for something that some other girl had told her that wasn't even true. This was very hard on me. Living across the street from her even made it harder. I don't know how I made it thru this time of my life. Then just as sudden as it started it was over. Brenda apoligized to me and we once again became best friends. We stayed friends even after I had to move when my mom and step dad got a divorce. However, our friendship wasn't as close as it had been from then on. Strange how things like that work....

Happy Halloween

My daughter and son in law dressed up to go to work last night for Halloween. A full fledged werewolf and one that is just changing into a werewolf.

 

 

 

 

Tonight they dressed to take my granddaughters out to trick or treat. Sammy Jo dressed as a flapper and Christina as a gangster. Tabitha dressed as a vampiress and Frank as a vampire.

 



Photos: More Breakfast Companions

Photos: More Breakfast Companions: My breakfast companion returned this morning and brought a few friends.     

Ramblings About Childhood Loneliness

Living at the edge of town up above our swap shop and coffee shop, it was lonely for the most part. There were no neighbors, so no children to play with. I had to keep myself entertained. We had a huge gravel parking lot out front but not much grass. There was a narrow strip of grass beside the auction barn. The railroad tracks were right behind us. From my bedroom window I could look out and almost touch the trains as they went by. I had seen many a hobo standing in the open doors of the railroad cars as they went by. I would play on the railroad tracks. This was one of my favorite things to do actually. I would walk on the track putting one foot in front of the other, seeing how long I could stay on the track without falling off. One day I was walking on the tracks and I must have been really deep in my daydreaming, because a train had snuck up behind me and the engineer laid on the train whistle. I jumped straight up in the air and much to my surprise there was this giant train right behind me. I could see the engineer laughing so hard at me. I do not know how this giant train got so close to me without me hearing or feeling it on the track. I was very deep into my daydreams I guess.  Between our buildings and the railroad tracks there was another narrow stretch of grass. Back there is where we planted our garden.  I loved to read.  I read a lot of Nancy Drew and The Hardy Boys books. Once I started reading I couldn't put the book down. There were times that I read 5 books a day. One day I was in my bedroom laying on my bed reading and my mom asked me to watch the coffeepot she had on the stove. I got so involved in my book I forgot about it and all the water boiled out of it and burned it up. Yup I was in trouble. We had a tree in front of the auction barn that I would climb up and sit in sometimes and read. Here is a picture of the tree, my mom and sister sitting in front of it. It had a nice sitting place not too high off the ground.

 

 

 

I had a bicycle that I would ride in the gravel parking lot. I loved to watch shows that had spies and private detectives in them. I would ride my bicycle around and make up games where I would pretend that I was a spy or a private detective on a big case. In the narrow grassy strip next to the auction barn there was an old picnic table that the top was broken off of. I would jump from bench to bench saying little rhymes, to pass the time. That ended the day I went to jump and missed the other bench and landed on the metal bar that had once been attached to the top. It ripped thru my right leg and blood was everywhere. I ran to my mom and she wanted to take me for stitches because she said it looked deep. I was such a wimp that just the thought of stitches put me in a panic. I begged my mom not to take me for stitches. I begged her to just put some butterfly bandages on it. She didn't want to but she finally gave in and used the butterfly bandages, it took 4 of them. I did heal, but I ended up with a nasty looking scar. I was once a very lucky girl. The front door of our coffee shop was a door that had glass window up top and was wooden at the bottom. Not sure what had happened to the door, but for a while it wouldn't latch and you were able to just push it open from the outside. I got into the habit of doing this without turning the door handle. One day while I was playing outside I went running into the coffee shop and instead of the door opening when I pushed on it, my hands and arms went thru the glass. My step dad had fixed the latch and I didn't know. The glass went everywhere and I scared all the customers and my mom to death. I ended up with some very small scratches, not big enough to call a cut. Like I said I was very lucky...even more so then this, but that story is for another blog some day....