As I look outside, I see snow flurries & I tho't that report was sunshine & clear for today. The temp is 32.
Last Mon. Barb & I went to Jamestown. No tax on clothes for a week. I bo't a pair of slacks. Barb got a treadmill at Seats but it won't be delivered until Mar 4. It was on sale. After getting groceries, we decided against eating lunch there & came home.
Dale says they use the flash drive working with cars.
Last Sun. Ted & Pat Benson came to church with me. Afterwards we went to Perkins to eat. We had a nice visit. In June Ted celebrates his 50th year of ordination & they celebrate their 50th wedding anniversary. Their children are planning a party for them.
Last nite Kim was telling about a 9th grade boy who would be in one of her classes this semester. Passing in the hall, he told he he'd be in one of her classes. She answered and I expect you to behave in my class or you'll be sent to the office. She's been waiting for him to misbehave but he hasn't & it has surprised her. He has even been very helpful to her -- putting things away, etc. I guess if they teacher expects you to behave, one can. They have 2 classes going in the gym & he has the other teacher. He doesn't behave & is constantly being yelled at. Guess you have to demand respect.
It's 9:15 & I don't hear Barb yet. Now I do. I clean the bathroom & do a load of towels. Her time clock & my time clock don't get together.
Our organist resigned to care for her family. 19 year old grandson in Erie whose mother died. Last Sun. a young man played & did well considering the liturgy is new to him. He plays very well so I hope we can keep him.
I plan to try the potatoes you made except I'm not sure if I'll use feta cheese. Maybe I've seen it in the stores. I don't know.
I'm not much of a worker anymore. I did get the bathroom cleaned & the towels are in the washer. I've been playing Solitaire & I have a puzzle on the card table. I like to drink coffee & be lazy.
Last nite for supper I fixed chicken, mashed potatoes, corn pudding & apple pie for dessert. As long as I know the menu, it's not a job. The job is planing meals & trying to make it interesting. I was going to try a macaroon pie but I stuck to what I know they like. I'm enclosing the recipe. I got ads from Better Homes & Garden cookbook. It was a lower price so I sent for it. I like to "read" recipe books.
In yesterday's paper an article by a Coop. Extension person remembered wash day as a child. It bro't back memories. Mon. was washday & if it was nice weather the clothes line filled the back yard. In the winter they hung in the basement. It was the wringer washer. One summer friends were driving to Maine & offered to take my mother & 1 child. I was the lucky one. We visited my Uncle Carl & family in Caribou, Maine. They had a potato farm & 5 children. Oldest one married & living at home & working with his dad. At home Gen decided to do some washing & got her hands stuck in the wringers. Don't remember if she finished the wash. She didn't break any bones. I remember her saying she sat at the piano to exercise her hands. Dad dated my cousin Carlotta (Maine cousin) before he met me, but I guess she wasn't the one for him.
It's Fri A.M. Just got my hair "done". It's beautiful out -- will be in the 40's. Enjoyed your M. Monroe discourse. She had it all but still wasn't fulfilled. Anything more happen about that 9 yr. old boy. It's so sad. Something is lacking in his life. Discipline most likely.
Until July 2010, when her eyesight deteriorated, my mother wrote 1000s of chatty letters during her lifetime - to her parents, in-laws, sisters, children, friends. Tho she started to write to me on a regular basis in Sept '68 when I began my freshman year at SUNY-Buffalo, it wasn't until 10 years later that I decided to hold onto them. (Very inconsistently at first, to which the big gaps between dates attest.) These are the letters transcribed, annotated, and otherwise highlighted here.
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