Can you really paint vinyl or linoleum floors?

Since we bought a 1994 triple wide mobile home in Florida I’ve wanted to replace the old, faded vinyl in my guest bathroom.  There was a rust stain in the corner where a trash can had set that just drove me crazy everytime I looked at it.

That floor was the only one of the rooms that hadn’t been replaced.  I kept telling myself,  “After all it was 24 years old.”  Tile was my choice for replacement, but we really didn’t want to spend that much money on it at this time.  So, I finally decided, “What the heck!  If I try to paint this floor, It can’t look worse than it does!”

 

Old floor

After researching on the internet I found a product called Rust Scat.    I located a store that sold it no more than five miles away.  With reservation I drove to the paint store to talk to the clerk about how well it worked.  He recommended to first use a primer called Stix that he said would cover up anything.  On the first visit I just bought the Stix primer since I wasn’t sure what color of the Rust Scat would go with my shower curtain and walls.  I picked out several color strip samples and brought them home.

 

 

 

Stix Primer

 

When I got home I went to work.  First step was to move everything out and  clean the floor.  Now getting down on your hands and knees to scrub floors isn’t easy for an old woman like me.  Getting up off the floor isn’t an easy feat either.  While the floor was drying I located an angled brush and one of those short rollers.   You could use a bigger one, but this is what I had in my laundry closet, so that’s what I used.  I found some rags and went to work.

This picture really shows how badly this floor needed to be replaced.

 

This probably didn’t take me 20 minutes to put the first coat of primer on.  I should have taped off the trim,  but I didn’t.  After all, it is white like the primer.

First coat of Stix primer done

 

I let the first coat dry overnight.  The next morning I could see that a second coat of the primer was necessary.  After the second coat of primer I took the short trip back to the paint store.  Having a different clerk at the store was a little disappointing because he said there wasn’t a paint for vinyl floors.  He tried to talk me out of it, but I couldn’t back down now since I had already done two primer coats.  I bought a quart of the Rust Scat paint tinted with the Pittsburgh Paint called “Whippet”.

 

Rust Scat paint

Excuse the dripping paint on the can.  I previously told you I was a messy painter.  Now you can believe it.  The price on the amazon link below is for a gallon.  I just got a quart and it was plenty for my small bathroom.

 

 

 

 

 

First coat of the Rust Scat paint.

 

After the second coat of the Rust Scat the floor looked good.  Since I had company coming soon I went and bought 2 new bath rugs to match my shower curtains.

 

 

 

The above picture shows what my floor and mats look like now.  Quite an improvement, don’t you think?

I had bought a second color, Pittsburgh Paints #PPG1020-5, to put over the whippet color. It was the color one darker shade away from the whippet color on the paint chart.  I thought this would add depth to the flooring and hide imperfections as well as dirt. I used an old box to practiced how I wanted the final coat on the floor to look.  After practicing with a sponge and  bubble wrap to add the second color I decided on using the bubble wrap.  The following picture is where I practiced on an old box.  The left is sponged and the right is the bubble wrap.

 

 

Bubble Wrap to dap the top coat on

 

 

One of these days I will get around to adding the second color, but right now I’m satisfied with just the whippet color.   It’s been about 2 weeks and I’ve damp mopped the floor and it’s held up.   Right now I am enjoying my off white floor and new rugs.

This project cost less than $40.  If it holds up a year or two or maybe even three it will be worth the time and effort.  So, if you want to paint the vinyl or linoleum in a small room  I would say go for it.  Paint is cheaper than vinyl.  Let me know if you try it and how it turns out.

 

Thanks for reading. Mrs. B

Living in Kentucky

but being a Florida Snowbird

I was asked about painting countertops. I did this in a rental house. Time consuming it was, but it turned out well and has held up. Here is a link to a countertop kit. Everything you need is in it.

 

 

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Christmas Traditions

 

Traditions are a part of Christmas that make it special.  Whether baking, observing Christmas lights, attending church services, or crafting Christmas décor;  traditions create memories that you will never forget.  I’m going to share some of my families traditions, most of which are still carried on.

 

Baking is one tradition that I love.  To some it is a chore , but the results are so worth it.  I remember Mom and some of her six sisters  getting together on an afternoon before Christmas and having a little candy making party. They would make all kinds of candy including peanut butter fudge, chocolate fudge, and my favorite, divinity.  Each would cook their specialty, and then they would all share with one another. Those sisters sure knew how to make candy.  Following are some of the recipes from the old days that are imbedded in my memory.

 

     Divinity Candy

Mom made the best divinity candy!  How I wish mine would turn out like hers.  The white peaks on the candy were topped with a pecan.  Absolutely delicious.  To the best I can recall one needs to make this candy when the weather is dry.  Seems like if  there is rain in the forecast it will be too soft.  Here is Mom’s recipe:

  • 1 1/2 cup sugar
  • 2 egg whites
  • 1/4 cup white corn syrup
  • 1/4 cup water
  • 1/2 teaspoon vanilla
  • 1/2 cup cold water (if not using a candy thermometer)

Over medium heat boil the sugar, syrup, and water until a soft ball forms when a small amount is dropped in the cold water (Mom didn’t have a candy thermometer) .  Beat egg whites until stiff.  Pour 1/2 of sugar mixture into the egg whites, beating constantly.  Return the 1/2 syrup mixture to the one still on  the heat.  Cook until it forms a hard ball when dropped in the cold water.  Remove from heat and stir with a mixer until mix is quite firm and stands in peaks. Heap the candy onto parchment or wax paper by the teaspoonful.  Top with a pecan.  Let cool.  Store in a tightly covered container.   For variation you can add chopped nuts or food coloring.       

                                                                                               

       Peanut Butter Fudge

Another one of my favorites of Mom’s was her peanut butter fudge.  This one is easier to make than the above.  Here is the recipe Mom used:

  • 2 cups white sugar
  • 2/3 cups of milk
  • 1 cup marshmallow cream
  • 1 cup peanut butter
  • 1 teaspoon vanilla

Cook sugar and milk to soft ball stage.  Add marshmallow cream, peanut butter, and vanilla.  Beat well.  Pour into a greased pan.  Yum. Yum.  If you make it the stuff won’t be around very long.

 

Mom could make some delicious candy, but it seemed that Daddy preferred chocolate covered cherries bought from a store.  Mom or I always bought him a box and wrapped it up for him for Christmas.  Here’s another tradition I still do.  Sometime before Christmas I buy me a box of Queen Anne chocolate covered cherries and eat some in memory of him.

 

 

 

Daddy’s Favorite Candy

 

 

Fruit Cake

I remember as a child Mom making a fruit cake every year.  She would buy nuts, dried fruit, and all the usual stuff that goes into a good cake.  But what would make this cake special was the Bourbon she would add to it.  I still have the Tupperware container that she stored the cake in.  She would put a slice of apple in the Tupperware with the cake to keep it moist.  We would all eat a piece or two, then the rest would be thrown out.  I think if she had served it with whipping cream it would have gone over better.  Of course, now it seems that fruit cake is the brunt of a lot of jokes and I understand why.  Personally, I preferred the jam cake that my mother-in-law made, but I didn’t want to hurt Mom’s feelings so I kept that a secret.  Actually this Christmas tradition has not carried on.  But I still have her old Tupperware and an empty Bourbon bottle.

An old Tupperware cake taker and an empty bottle of Kentucky Bourbon

 

 

Homemade Candles

Another thing Mom and I made each year when I was a kid was candles.  This was before Yankee Candles and all those other companies came out with the scented candles we all buy now.

Mom would buy the paraffin and string, and use  old empty square milk cartons for containers.   All we had to do was melt the paraffin and pour it into a milk carton of which the top part had been cut off.   We would tie a weight to one end of the string, and to the other end we would tie a long pencil.  After pouring the melted wax into the milk carton  the weighted end of the string would be placed in the center of the mixture.  The pencil would be placed across the top of the carton to keep the string(wick) in the center of the candle.

When it had thoroughly cooled the carton and pencil were removed.  And magically you had a candle.  I can’t remember if we added food coloring to the mixture for color or not.  But sometimes we would go all out and add an icing to the finished candle.  How this was done was melting more wax and beating it.  Then this mixture was added to the exterior of the candle.  It looked like whipped cream or icing.  I still have some of the old paraffin but it’s been quite a while since I’ve tried to make candles this way.

No telling how old this Gulfwax paraffin is.

 

 

Christmas Light Viewing

One Christmas tradition that has continued is driving around town in search of Christmas lights.  Driving through Lexington Avenue or downtown Danville you can still see lots of glowing lights decorating the two story houses and buildings.

Courthouse , Danville, KY

 

Do any of you remember when Danville, KY and all the small towns had multi-colored lights that strung across the street from pole to pole.  Back when I was young all the lights were multi-colored and large bulbs.  Most people only had a decorated tree.

Today displays are often more elaborate than in days gone by.  Technology has given us mini lights, LED lights, projector lighting, and blow up decorations.  In the days of my childhood we only toured our small town to see the lights, but now we often travel farther to see the lights.  We have toured the Horse Park and rich neighborhoods of Lexington.  Usually we try to go to Ruley’s display in Marion County where there are thousands of lights and decorations.  While in Florida we visit Largo Central Park and Florida Botanical gardens.  If you haven’t visited any of these beautifully decorated places I’ll encourage you to do so.

 

 

Church Services

It wouldn’t be Christmas without the celebration of the birth of Jesus Christ.  I love the Christmas gospel music and especially the children’s programs at the churches.  I remember as a child participating in these programs in our little white capes with black bows tied around the neck.  What special memories of those days with the participants and mothers who helped pull off the program!

Junction City Christian Church Children’s Program, around 1958

 

Crafting

As a child I loved making Christmas ornaments for the tree.  I’m sure Mom would just as soon have had her glass ball ornaments, but I insisted on having some of my aluminum foil ornaments added to the tree.  I would use 3 layers of foil and cut them into a shape.  Sewing down the middle with my uneven hand stitches was the next step. Lastly I would open the layers up and there would be my Christmas ornament.  I made one today just for old times sake.

homemade ornament from aluminum foil

 

There is usually something I craft every Christmas.  It may be a  hand made table runner,  a wall hanging, Christmas tags, or a Christmas ornament.

Christmas Wallhanging

It just wouldn’t be Christmas without something made by hand.  Now my daughter and granddaughters are getting into the Christmas spirit by making Christmas t-shirts.  I’m happy to see they are carrying on the tradition of crafting for Christmas.

Shirt made with a Silhouette machine

 

 

I hope you have enjoyed reading about some of my Christmas traditions.  Please feel free to share with me some of your traditions.  Maybe that will help me to make some new traditions to pass along to the next generation.  I hope each and every one of you have a Merry Christmas and pass on some family traditions to your children and grandchildren.

 

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Thankful & Blessed

Thanksgiving is a time for us to reflect on the many blessings God has bestowed on us. There are so many that is impossible to list them all, but here is a short list of things I am thankful for:

  • My health.  At my age many are suffering and in pain.
  • My retirement checks.  Even though mine is being threatened, many others have less.
  • My country.  Though there are problems throughout this beautiful land we still are free to worship, speak out, and even have guns to protect ourselves.
  • My children and grandchildren.  I’m so blessed that my family has love for one another.  My children and grandchildren have the morals and beliefs that I have passed down to them.
  • My marriage.  Not many people can say they’ve been married for almost 50 years.
  • My extended family.  My last aunt and several cousins still remain close with lots of love shared between us.
  • My church family.  What a blessing to be able to worship with such loving, caring people.
  • My home.  To have the warmth and comfort of a roof over our heads is a blessing that many people around the world do not have.
  • My state.  How blessed I am to live in Kentucky.  I love the green grass, the lovely shades of autumn leaves, and the hills of our area.  I love the friendliness of our people.
  • The seasons.  I love the changes we see throughout the year.  The excitement of seeing the first buds on the trees, the warmth of summer,  the colors of fall, and the snow covered hills in winter. The cold winter makes us appreciate the warmth of summer.
  • Those loved ones who have passed away.  How blessed I have been to have parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, and a brother who had a positive influence on my life.

There are many, many more.  I love Thanksgiving because it is a time when we can actually reflect on the many, many things God has given us.  We think about the less fortunate and count our blessings.

Happy Thanksgiving to all!  Spend time with your loved ones.  Until next time,  Bye.

 

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Summer Lake Season Ends

We just completed our 44th year enjoying Lake Cumberland in southern Kentucky.  During all those summer weekends we have  spent many hours boating on this lake where the beauty of nature abounds.  Lake Cumberland has crappy, bass,  turtles, deer, blue herons, bald eagles, etc.  There even have been reported  bear sightings.  It has plenty of water, coves, forests, and interesting landscapes.  Some things have changed throughout the years, but lots of things remain the same.

Friends have come and gone.  Dickie, Gary, Paul, Dale, and Vickie have passed on.  What great memories of these five friends that we will never forget  were made while being at  Lake Cumberland!  Many of our friends moved on to different hobbies or activities.  But we still cherish those times we spent together with each and every one.   While some friends move on in their lives,  many newcomers have been welcomed to our lake family.  Our babies grew up on the lake, and now their babies are grown.  So much laughter and happy times.  No doubt our lake family will continue on as there were 7 new babies added this year.

More houses, campers,  and boat storages are along the stretch of road leading to the water.  When we first started coming to the lake there were few houses above the cliffs of the lake.  Today you see huge summer homes in many areas.  We remember when Jamestown Dock was just a small boating store with single boats scattered in the water tied to a tire.  The store sold a minimum amount of groceries and bait.   Lots more boats cruise the lake and many are much bigger than the boats 44 years ago.

Several boats idling through the Cut Through

We seldom have to stop and repair our boats like we did when we first started boating.  It seemed like every weekend someone had to be towed in, or their motor cover was up and the guys were working on the motor or prop.

Before cell phones we spent lots of time searching for our friends.  Now all we have to do to find them is send out a text.  We started out staying in a houseboat with friends.  We got a boat and slept on it beside the houseboat for a while.  Sometimes we roughed it in tents on islands.  Later we moved on to tents at the campground, and soon moved up to an old camper that fit on the back of a truck.  After about 10 years of roughing it we bought some land with an old mobile home on it.  Now we have a mobile home we bought new in 2010.  It is hard to believe we used to stay in a tent.

We still enjoy the same places like Little Falls, 76 Falls, , Battleship Island, Caney Creek, Copperhead Island, and The Mill.  As we’ve aged we don’t travel to these places as often as we did in the earlier days.  Seems like we spend a lot more time at the Swimming Hole and Governor’s Cove just shooting the bull while we are tied up.  The water still splashes in our faces when we hit a huge wave, and we love the sun shining down on the water making it glisten.   We still get caught out in the rain and picnic in the boat.  After all these years I still search for shapes of animals in the clouds.  I sure am glad that some things haven’t changed about our visits to Lake Cumberland.

 

 

I’m going to miss this place for the next eight months.  Come May 2018 we plan to be back on Lake Cumberland enjoying the sights and our friends and family.  Hopefully I will be able to once again enjoy my favorite part of the day….watching the evening skies.

      Watching the sun setting behind the hills.

 

 

So long ,  until next blog post.

 

 

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Granddaddy’s House

We sold Granddaddy’s house today.  This is where he lived for 37 years.  Also, several of his family lived there for a period of time.  Many memories come to mind as I think about this special house.  It is a bittersweet time in my life.

Southern Railway Employee Union Card from 1939

 

My grandfather was a railroader who lived in several places.  This is how he ended up in my home town.  Around 1940 he built this house.  The support beams are solid hardwood just like the solid values passed down from him to his children and grandchildren.

The Postcard Obituary for My Grandmother

 

Granddaddy’s first wife passed away when their youngest son, my dad, was only two years old.  He was a single father until Daddy was about 13.  He moved his newly formed family into this house with his new wife, her son, and Daddy.

 

 

I remember sitting around the fireplace with the burning embers glowing.  Mom told me that the local postmaster had formed the fireplace out of concrete.  While sitting around this fireplace Granddaddy would talk about politics, current events, and religion.  If he could see the state of our country now he would have a lot more serious issues to discuss.

 

My first recollection of this house is playing rock school with my cousin from Harlan and my brother on the front steps.  The lower step was 1st grade, second was 2nd grade, etc.  The teacher held a rock in one closed hand and the students had to guess which hand the rock was in.  If you picked the hand with the rock you advanced to the next grade.  If you were wrong you failed that grade.  Whomever got to the top step first became the teacher for the next year of “rock school”.

Daddy and my Uncle Notice there are 5 steps so we could go to 5th grade in our game.


Grandma’s Baby Grand Piano

I’ll never forget the old grand piano sitting in the living room where both Granddaddy and my step grandmother would play.  I practiced my piano lessons on that piano and now it is sitting in my living room.  The keys on the piano are now stuck, but I can’t bring it upon myself to get rid of it.  The piano tuner said it would cost more to fix than its value.  Well, that value is for other people, not me.

 

Grandma was not the cook my mom was.  Once for Thanksgiving dinner we were all passing the food around the table.  I took out the usual turkey, cranberry sauce, and mashed potatoes.  When the applesauce came around I thought it was gravy and put it on top of my mashed potatoes.  Oh, what funny memories come to mind when I think of that dining room and our many family dinners there.

 

Granddaddy and Grandma traveled a lot after they retired.  I remember playing with a little umbrella she brought back from one of her trips.  Needless to say I didn’t know that it was a little umbrella that went into a mixed drink.  They had lots of postcards and pictures from different places they had traveled.  I loved looking at them and wish I had saved the postcards.

After Granddaddy retired from the Southern Railway he bought a house in St. Petersburg, FL where he and Grandma spent the winters.  In 1965 our house burned so we moved temporarily into Granddaddy’s house.  This is where we were living when I had the first date with my husband.

In the small bathroom of this house is also where I almost died.  For heat in this room we used a space heater that was set in the narrow space between the tub and the sink.  As I was getting out of the tub I had one foot on the floor and one foot in the tub.  With my wet hands I touched the metal handle on top of the heater.  What a shock I got!  I felt it all the way through my body.  But God didn’t want me yet.  Thank you, God, for letting me live longer.  I quickly learned the danger of mixing water, electricity, and metal.

 

 

 

A few years later  my brother, his wife, and baby boy lived in Granddaddy’s house while Daddy built their house.  Soon after that Granddaddy passed away in Florida and Grandma died 7 months later.

 

 

 

The men socializing in the front yard under the shade of the maple trees.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

That’s when Daddy remodeled the house and he and Mom moved into the house permanently.  Mom cooked on Sunday dinners when she really couldn’t afford it.  She cooked for a lot of different family and friends.  Many laughs and discussions were held around her dining room table. They lived there for the last 17 years of their marriage, and Mom continued living there for 20 years.

 

 

 

After my parents were gone we rented the house out for awhile.  Then my granddaughter lived there for two years and lastly my daughter and her family.  So you can see why I’m recalling a lot of things associated with Granddaddy’s house.  If you see me today I may be a little teary eyed and you will know why.   Thanks for reading about my memories of Granddaddy’s House.

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The Shaving Pile at the Lumber Yard

My grandfather owned a lumber yard in my little home town.   My brother and I were fortunate enough to live down the street from the business. Two of my cousins also lived on that same street.  Oh, the memories we made there!

On the property of the lumber yard was where I learned to love the smell of fresh cut wood.  Still today when I smell it my mind goes back to the lumber yard,  my uncle and grandfather who worked there, and many memories with my family.

My grandfather, A. T. Lovett

At the lumber yard my cousins and I would climb on the stacks of fresh cut wood without adult supervision.  Once I remember a board or two falling onto my ankle leaving some bad scrapes and a sore ankle.  Can you imagine kids climbing on those rickety stacks of lumber today?  Back in those days there was no such thing as helicopter parents.  We were all around the neighborhood from dawn to dusk unsupervised. If it was a sunny, warm day we were outside only to come in for dinner and supper.  In my family we called the noon meal “dinner” and the evening meal “supper.  But at school the noon meal was lunch.  That’s just how it was living in Kentucky during the 50’s and 60’s.

One of my cousins lived in an apartment behind the office of the lumber yard.  Some days after the business  closed we would  go inside the office and roller skate.  This is where I learned to skate.  We would skate on that old unfinished wooden floor zooming between kegs of nails, bolts, and screws.  Sometimes we would even go outside and skate on the long bed of the old delivery truck.  It’s a miracle we didn’t fall off and break our necks.  (I never was a very good skater.)

But the part of the lumber yard we all loved the most,  and where we had the most fun, was the shaving pile.  The workers would plane the lumber, and the shavings would blow out a long pipe into what seemed like an enormous mound in a field.  It was probably an acre field with the shaving pile on the far end.  There we played King of the Mountain and dug tunnels.  It’s a wonder that one didn’t cave in and suffocate us.

Shavings

The shaving pile was a huge pile of these little wood chips.

We turned the rest of the area into our very own baseball field.  This is where my love of baseball began.  I was usually the youngest, therefore the last to be chosen on the teams.   I still remember the first time I caught a fly ball.  Everyone on the teams couldn’t believe I finally caught one. To this day I can see the surprised look on everyone’s faces.

Some of the boys around our neighborhood and my tom boy cousin even built a dugout with wood and nails they had sneaked out of the lumber yard.  To this day I still wonder if my grandfather and uncle knew where the kids got the materials to create the dugout.

 

Every kid in the neighborhood knew where the shaving pile was.  We would organize our teams and make our own rules.  We didn’t need adults or umpires to show us how it’s done.  The kids in those good ole days figured it all out by themselves.

 

When we came home after a long day of play with wood shavings on our clothes our moms would get so mad.  They were stay at home moms, and their houses were immaculate until we came home.  We would try to dust the shavings off our clothes before we went in.  But there was always some stuck somewhere especially in our tennis shoes and socks.   I can still hear my aunts and mom complain when we would mess up their clean houses.

 

Once my brother got into trouble for hitting a baseball so hard that it went through my aunt’s kitchen window.  But the worse thing that happened was when a neighborhood boy accidently knocked my brother’s  two front teeth out with a wooden bat.  For some reason he was running the bases with a baseball bat in tow when the bat came into contact with my brother’s teeth.  Our mom was devastated that her boy had to get false teeth after that incident. That was the most serious accident I can remember happening at our shaving pile playground.  Later on my brother told me that despite getting his two front teeth knocked out those days spent at the shaving pile were the happiest days of his childhood

It was a sad day when we moved a few miles away closer to a bigger town.  Ocassionally we would come back, but it never was the same after we moved.

We were blessed to have lived in a safer time.  Our parents didn’t have to worry about us being kidnapped off the street, or older kids encouraging us to take drugs,  or being shot during a drive by shooting.  We were blessed to have no knowledge of computers , ipods, or video games.  We breathed good clean air and got plenty of exercise.  What a blessing it was to spend those younger years with cousins and our grandfather.  We learned to make do with what we had and made great friends along the way.   What precious memories I have with my cousins, brother, and the neighborhood friends at Granddaddy’s lumber yard and shaving pile.

 

I would love to hear about some of your best childhood memories.  Feel free to share them in the comment section below.

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Brussell Sprouts with Bacon

On this cool June evening I decided to cook one of my favorite vegetables…. brussel sprouts. I know many of you are thinking, “yuck”. But haven’t you heard the saying that everything is better with bacon? Well, that’s how I cook my brussel sprouts. I challenge you to try my recipe to see if you may change your mind about your attitude toward this healthy dark green vegetable that is full of fiber, vitamins, and anti-cancer nutrients.

Here are some facts about the nutritious benefits of brussel sprouts according to Wikipedia:

“Raw brussel sprouts contain excellent levels of vitamin C and vitamin K, with more moderate amounts of B vitamins, such as folic acid and vitamin B6 (USDA nutrient table, right); essential minerals and dietary fibre exist in lesser amounts (table).

Brussels sprouts, as with broccoli and other brassicas, contain sulforaphane, a phytochemical under basic research for its potential anticancer properties. Although boiling reduces the level of sulforaphane, steaming and stir frying do not result in significant loss. ”

Back to my recipe for Brussel sprouts with bacon.  Here is a list of the ingredients you will need:

  • 1 package of frozen Brussel sprouts
  • 4 slices of bacon cut into small pieces
  • 1/4 c of onion (opt.)
  • 1 clove of garlic (opt.)
  • 1 bouillion cube and 1 T butter melted in a cup of hot water
  • salt and pepper to taste

or

  • 1 can of beef broth

For complete directions to make this recipe click on the buttons at the bottom of the image below.

This easy recipe takes about 15 minutes to complete.  I also make fried cabbage this same way.  Try it.  I think you’ll like it.  Let me know if you do.

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Mama’s Dishes

Here are the Theodore Haviland dishes that were passed down to me from my mother.  When I washed them today many memories flooded into my mind.  Keep reading, and I’ll tell you about some of those fond thoughts.

When Mrs. Roy Gardner, my step grandmother’s best friend, passed away she  willed this set of fine china to  Mama.  Mrs. Gardner’s husband was a railroader and worked with my grandfather for the Southern railroad.  He slept during the day as he never knew when he would be called out to work.  I’ve heard people say that when they were kids she would shew them out of her yard, and hatefully tell them to be quiet as they walked down the street.  Many people in our small town thought Mrs. Gardner was a mean woman because of this.  Needless to say they probably didn’t know that she was trying  to keep her husband from being woke up.  And at that young age they probably didn’t care if they woke up a working man.

I wish I knew how she got the dishes.  Were they a gift from her husband or a birthday present from her parents?  Who knows?  No telling how old they are. That was a little history about the dishes.

I washed them today as they had really gotten dusty. I’m not sure that I have eaten out of them since I’ve had them.  This task brought back memories of Mrs. Gardner and my step grandmother who were best friends.  I wondered if  Mrs. Gardner had served my grandparents from these dishes.  But the special memories it brought back were the home cooked meals Mama  served in these dishes.

Mama showed these dishes off in an antique china cabinet.  She was proud of them and claimed they were valuable.  That was before  Ebay, and the way the majority of today’s society  don’t really value old things anymore.

On special occasions Mama would serve delicious meals in these antique dishes.  Lots of labor and love went into those meals.  After Daddy died Mama struggled financially.  I’m sure she sacrificed to pay for those Sunday evening meals she served her family.  She cooked every Sunday evening for as long as she was able.  She fed her mother, sisters, brothers in law, kids, grandkids, pastors, and lots of friends at various times.   Whether it was turkey and her delicious dressing or roast beef, mashed potatoes, and gravy, I really didn’t appreciate what she did until after she was gone.

 

 

I didn’t really think the dishes were anything special back then either.  But, now things have changed.  These dishes mean as much to me now as they did to her way back then.  I have them displayed in my kitchen china cabinet.   I kind of feel guilty that I don’t cook Sunday meals for my family.  The grandkids have asked me when I’m going to use the “fancy” dishes.  Maybe I can get my act together and start cooking them those special meals on Sundays.  Lots of commarderie and memories could be made all because of Mama’s dishes.

Hope you enjoyed my little story about Mama’s dishes, and how special they are to me.

If any of you know anything about the monetary value of china, I’ve listed how many I have and the numbers stamped on the back of the china pieces.  Not that I would sell them, but I would like to know if they are of any quality that an antique dealer would be interested in.  Thanks for reading.

Theodore Haviland, New York, and Made in America   is stamped on the back.

Here are the number of items I have and the numbers stamped on the back:

6 plates  #17,#20&#81, #12,#65, #21, #51

8 salad plates #96(4), #64, #2, #94, no number

7 cups #80(nik on rim), #55, #78, #8, #52, #40

7 saucers #10, #33, #96, #5, #2, #33,#59

7 small desert bowls #2, A1(4), #94, unreadable

meat platter #67

2 vegetable bowls #67(2)

sugar bowl#48, lid #11

creamer #02

 

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Choosing the Right Font for a Cricut or Silhouette Project

This post is for my readers who are crafters.

Whether you have a Silhouette or a Cricut  choosing the right font for a project can take a lot of time and cause  frustrations.    I recently found a webpage to help make reaching that decision faster and easier.

With this website all you have to do is type in a word. Then select the load fonts box. Amazingly the word is shown in all of the fonts that are loaded onto your computer.  (It won’t show you the Cricuts fonts that you have to buy through Design Space.)

Here are a small sampling of the fonts I have on my computer:

I typed out all of my fonts for the words “love my cricut” and to my surprise I had 9 pages of fonts.

This site has saved me so much time.  I love it and use it every time I make a project on my cricut.  All you have to do is click the following link….www.wordmark.it.  The site is so easy to use.  Try it out and let me how you like it.

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May 1

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May 1st Already

Can you believe it is May 1st already?

It is May Day.  I always think of attending my younger cousin’s May Pole dance when May 1 rolls around.  She was in 1st grade .  I was a little jealous that we didn’t have this celebration at my school.  I’m also reminded of one of my other cousin’s son birthday on that day.

May 1st means that the year is already 1/3 over.  Time flies when you’re having fun.  I ‘ve had a great first 4 months of the year.   Here’s why my year is going by so fast.

First of all, in January we went on a cruise to the Panama Canal with friends and family.  This was a magnificent experience as we toured areas of Central America and South America.

February seemed to fly by as we spent time in Florida enjoying the beautiful weather, working on our place, and viewing the ocean and its wildlife.  We had great times with some good friends.  I mustn’t forget to tell you that I shopped till I dropped.   Yes, Florida is a great place to shop consignment shops and retail stores.

March was split between Florida and Our Old Kentucky Home.  I sure do adore the green, green grass of home.  Florida weather and the ocean are beautiful, but their grass is nothing compared to the grass in Kentucky.

April was a fun time with visiting family at Easter and planning our garden.  Flowers were planted and the weather was warmer than usual in Kentucky.  No frost yet on our plants.  Daddy always said not to plant flowers, tomatoes, or corn before Derby Day.  But this year has been different.

Amazingly here it is May 1st.  Surprisingly the year is 1/3 gone.  It sure is true that time flies when you’re having fun!   Now onto more fun throughout the rest of the spring and summer.  I’m anticipating the Kentucky Derby party at my cousin’s place in Louisville.  Also Mother’s Day with family and going to Lake Cumberland.  Hopefully we will be selling my late Mom’s house.

Wow!  What a year so far!  Thankful for every blessing the Lord has sent down.  Good health, great family, and fun times.  What else could a person ask for?  Of course, there have been a few struggles, but many more good things than bad.

Be thankful for what you have!  Anticipate a good future.  As my yard flag says,  “MAKE TODAY AMAZING” .

So long until next time.

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