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.
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.
So long , until next blog post.
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.
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.
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”.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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
- 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.
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,#20Q, #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
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:
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.
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.
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.
Anyone who knows me understands that I am a huge country music fan. Sometimes a song just reaches into your soul and touches you. That happens to me when I hear my new favorite song, “Fast”. I find myself turning the radio up louder and , you guessed it, driving faster. Yea, I’m the kind of person who waits in the car until the good song is over before I get out. Recently I bought this great song on I Tunes. The song is sung by country music artist Luke Bryan.
As I listen to this song it brings back so many memories from my teenage years, early marriage and career, as well as how I feel about time now.
I’m sure you’ll feel that way too as you read the lyrics, and then listen to the song at the end of my blog post.
Following are the lyrics in bold print, and why they bring back so many emotions and memories for me.
That’s the kind of car you wanna drive when your sixteen
Now that makes me think of the white ’63 Chevy Impala my then boyfriend, now husband, drove. And yes, he drove it fast! And yes, he was sixteen. Drag racing, broken transmission, and a wreck or two didn’t slow him down. It looked like this one, but I found this picture on Pinterest.
That’s the kind of boys you want on your home team .
This phrase floods my brain with memories of our high school football team when they won 47 games straight. The BCHS Rebels won state championships 5 times straight. This was from 1999-2003. How exciting a run that was! And yes, we had some fast and talented boys on those teams that worked their buns off for a great coach, Chuck Smith.
“Yeah, you think you’re gonna catch your big dreams just like that.
This line makes me think of the hopes and dreams of my grandchildren. They may think it will be an easy, fast road to reach their big dreams, but I want them to realize it takes hard work, determination, and it won’t happen overnight. Be prepared, because some of those dreams may not work out so well.
My dream was to have 4 sons. That didn’t happen. Two lovely daughters instead! The Lord knew what he was doing when he gave me daughters. Now they are my best friends.
My dream was to retire from teaching at an early age and get a part time job at the Hub. The Hub was a locally owned department store, but they closed down before I retired! So I decided to open my own store and make all kinds of money. But it didn’t have the success that I had hoped. So, sometimes our dreams don’t become reality, but God has a plan for us. You just can’t give up if your dreams don’t work out the way you had planned. Other doors will open up for you.
The chorus goes like this:
This section is self explanatory if you are over 4o.
That’s what your parents said when we were falling in love.
It’s too fast.
There ain’t no way the 2 of us were going to last.
But, we did, and here we are,
Sixty seconds now feels more like 30
Tick-Tock, won’t stop, around it goes
Sand through the hourglass sure falls in a hurry
and all you keep trying to do is slow it down, soak it in.
Keep trying to make the good times last as long as you can.
But you can’t, man
It just goes too fast….
Way to fast!”
Yes, my parents said that when my husband and I were dating and got married at an early age. They probably were right. A lot of people thought we were too young and it wouldn’t work. But with determination and lots of love it has lasted for 49 years. Believe me, it has gone FAST!
If you love this song like I do “Fast” is available on I Tunes for $1.29. Hope you enjoyed my new favorite song and it moves you like it did me.
With my grandchildren growing up I often think about the word “Choices”. My thoughts go to the choices I’ve made throughout my life. Some good, some not so good. I think about how a choice can change your entire life.
The friends you choose are a big influence on your life. Make sure they have the same morals as you do. Don’t let peer pressure change you! Find friends who enjoy the same things that you do.
Choose what you love. Stick with it. Finish what you start.
Follow the 10 Commandments to the best you can. If I had chosen to steal, I could have ended up in jail. If you covet what your neighbor has you will be miserable. If I had chosen to commit adultery I probably would no longer be married. Today one of the choices young people have is whether or not to try illegal drugs, cigarettes and alcohol. If you choose to do these things you choose to harm your body. I think about my father. He made the choice to start smoking around 13 years of age. He died at 62. I wonder if he would still be with us if he had not made that choice. I’m sure he would have lived much longer if he had chosen not to smoke. My cousin choice to drink and smoke. She died at 66.
The Ten Commandments
- I am the Lord, your God.
- Thou shall bring no false idols before me.
- Do not take the name of the Lord in vain.
- Remember the Sabbath and keep it holy.
- Honor thy father and thy mother.
- Thou shall not kill/murder†.
- Thou shall not commit adultery.
- Thou shall not steal††.
- Thou shall not bear false witness against your neighbor.
- Thou shall not covet‡ your neighbor’s wife (or anything that belongs to your neighbor).
It never entered my mind to quit high school at 16, or to not study or try my best. I chose to go to college and be a teacher. I wonder where I would be if I had not tried to do my best in high school. Or if I had chosen not go to college? Or if I had gone to a different college. How different my life would have been.
A career choice can be a difficult decision. Choose what you love. Not what someone else wants you to do. Looking back I wish I had chosen a teaching career in Home Economics( now called Family Science). I made the choice to teach Elementary Education because it took fewer hours and I could graduate sooner.
Dating and Marriage
Wow, this one is BIG. Make sure you choose someone who has similar interests and morals. Don’t settle on anything less. Make sure you are friends as well as lovers. Since the divorce rate is so high I’m sure many people regret the choices they’ve made on this one.
The most important choice you can make is to follow Christ. I remember being at a revival when I was a kid. The preacher spoke about taking the path less crowded instead of the one most people were on. He spoke of not following the crowd down the wrong path, but traveling the straight and narrow path. Making the choice to follow Christ and his word will make your life more pleasant with less strife.
In the fall of 1965 it was our high school’s turn to attend a Lexington, Kentucky TV show called The Nick Clooney Show. This weekly broadcast was set up like American Bandstand. Every Saturday a local high school would be featured.
Students involved in sports, cheerleading, etc. would travel by school bus to participate in the show. The latest music, dancing, and interviews with the visitors would be the main part of the show. Nick Clooney, the father of famous actor George Clooney, was the emcee. He was as handsome as his famous son. Another thing that made this special is that Mr. Clooney’s beautiful wife was from our county.
I remember dancing to the latest hits, and Nick Clooney interviewing me. He even ask me to say hello to my friends and family back home while being on TV. An excited teenager I was.
After the show is when my now husband and my love story began. All of the students and their sponsors got on the bus for our 45 minute ride back home. As I entered the bus most of the seats were filled up. When I got to my future husband’s seat I ask him if I could sit next to him. He obliged, and I sat down next to him.
We talked all the way home, or probably I talked all the way home. We drove past the Kentucky River where he showed me the locations of some of his family members. When we finally got back to our high school I suddenly remembered I had no way to get home. I told him I didn’t have a ride home, and he gladly offered me a ride. I took him up on the offer.
When we got to his car I noticed that 3 other football players were riding with him. I didn’t hesitate, and happily got in the front seat with the 3 big football players in the back seat. Now if one of my daughters or granddaughters were to ride around with 4 guys and only her I would not be very happy mom or Nana.
My future boyfriend, now husband, drove us around the local hangouts. Jerry’s Drive In and the Dairy Dip were places you just couldn’t pass up when you had Dad’s car. I may have fell in love with the ’63 Impala before I fell in love with the guy! He drove fast and I was excited about the situation.
Here’s the twist to the story. When he dropped me off at my aunt’s house I accidently left my purse in his car. I swear it wasn’t planned! He swears up and down I did it on purpose so he’d have to come back and see me.
Well, that’s what he did. Brought my purse back and ask me out. That’s when our 51 year love story began. Still going strong, happy, and blessed.
Today is our 49th anniversary. Wow. How time flies by.
Hope you enjoyed my little love story. I hope you come back again to read more thoughts by Mrs. B.