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.
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
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.
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.
Since it is Valentine’s week I thought I would share some of my favorite love songs. Scroll through until you find one you like. Then click on the picture, sit back, and get romantic with your special loved one. Or maybe you could light the candles, and ask your favorite someone to dance to your favorite.
This post is dedicated to my husband and all of you romantic couples out there in internet land. Happy Valentine’s Day from Mrs. B.
I hope you enjoyed. In the meantime have a terrific Valentine’s week and make someone you love happy.
Back around 1970 my grandparents took my husband and me to the Kapok Tree Inn Restaurant in Clearwater, Florida. Since that has been 47 years ago I’m not sure we ate dinner there, but I do remember the humongous kapok tree and the fountains. I remember it being the most beautiful place this young Kentucky lady had ever seen.
My parents took yearly trips to the Tampa Bay area, but they never took my brother or me. I often heard them speak of eating at the Kapok Tree Inn. I even remember seeing pictures of the tree that they and my grandparents had taken. Finally in 1970 I took my first trip that I could remember to the Sunshine State. We stayed at my grandparents house in St. Petersburg while we visited. And that is when I visited this sensational place called the Kapok Tree Inn.
Here it is 2017, and my husband and I have retired. We have spent the winter months near Clearwater for the last three years. I have often thought of the Kapok Tree Inn Restaurant but I had not seen it. Finally I looked it up on the internet and found out that it had shut its doors in 1991. I found an address and decided I would look for the now defunct business not really expecting to find much left.
Wow! Was I surprised with what I found! This place is still magnificient. Although not as well kept as it once was, one can still enjoy the beauty and massiveness of this place. The Kapok Tree Inn once was busy with the hustle and bustle from customers from all over the U.S and world. Now it is the location of a music business and is rented out for special occasions.
Take a look at my pictures to see what you think!
The Kapok Tree
The Gardens and Wall
Today it is home to the Sam Ash Music Store
Now that you’ve seen the pictures do you see why I was so excited to reconnect with this place? I could just imagine ladies dressed in expensive dresses and men in their suits and ties dancing to romantic music. In my mind I visioned couples eating fine dinners with candles lit on tables covered with white table clothes.
I am so appreciative of the artistic work of the creators of this special, magical place. And I sure am happy that the beautiful place hasn’t been torn down . The Kapok Tree Inn property has been this way since the 1950’s. I’m hoping that the owners continue to have it open to the public. It is free to walk around in the gardens. The place is also available to rent out for special events. For more information click here.
I hope you felt some of the magic of the Kapok Tree Inn as you viewed my pictures I took with my iPhone. And don’t forget to check this place out next time you are in the Clearwater, Florida area.
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Until next time, Have a Great Day!
It is hard to believe a new year has rolled around. 2016 went by faster than all the others for me. Yes, my life seems like a snowball rolling down hill getting faster and faster. As time rolls by more and more experiences and memories are picked up making this snowball bigger and bigger.
Let’s make 2017 a year that is even better than last year. Travel more, share more, and love more is going to be my motto. My plans are to travel to Florida, Panama Canal, Lake Cumberland, South America, and New England. Who knows where else???
I’m going to share more with my church, family, and favorite charities.
Not sure if I can love my family more, but I choose to love my neighbors, friends, and even strangers more. I want to be more caring and compassionate to all the people I come into contact with.
Life is short and fast. So I plan on making every minute count. How about you?
Happy New Year to all my readers!
While most people hate winter, a few people love it. Believe me, I’m not one that loves it. But, there are some things I like about winter. I thought you may enjoy reading my lists of things I like and dislike about the season.
- The Christmas season and all the shopping, gifting, cooking, and celebrating with friends and family
- Christmas lights all over town
- New Years Eve
- Coming in from the cold to a warm fire in the fireplace.
- The beauty of the new fallen snow with the sunshine glistening off the ice
- Being snowed in for ONE day
- Melting snow after the first snowed in day
- Hot chocolate while sitting near the fireplace
- A soft snuggling blanket or throw
- Buying new boots or new winter clothing
- Wearing coats and sweaters to cover up some figure flaws or make them less obvious.
- Snow days from school. Yes, after all these years I still get excited when I see or hear “No school in Boyle County”.
- Eating chili or soup
- Receiving gardening magazines in the mail and dreaming about the flowers you’re going to plant or the seeds you will sow in your garden
- Super Bowl and the Daytona 500
- Valentine’s Day
- Paying off credit cards after all that extravagant Christmas giving
- Taking down the Christmas decorations
- Being dark around 5:30-6:30
- Being snowed in for several days
- Slipping or falling on ice
- Driving in snow or on ice.
- Short days and long nights
- Freezing temperatures
- Paying high electric or gas bills
- Car doors frozen shut
- Flus, colds, and sinus infections
- Getting the dreaded Federal tax papers in the mail to remind us to start working on our taxes
As I made my lists of likes and dislikes I was surprised that my Likes outnumbered my Dislikes. Interestingly I found out that I don’t dislike winter as much as I thought I did. What about you? Do you Like or Dislike winter?
The moral to the story is that sometimes you think you dislike something, but in reality it isn’t as bad as you thought. Maybe next time you think you dislike something, look for the positive things about it. Try to see the good in everything and everybody.
Until next time, Have a fantastic winter.
Viewing Christmas lights is one of our family’s favorite Christmas customs. Ever since I can remember one night before Christmas we rode through the town looking for the prettiest display of lights and Christmas scenes.
Things sure have gotten a lot more high tech since I was a kid. Back then you would see shiny tinsel and the big multi colored bulbs on trees.
Occasionally you would see a manger scene in a yard or a live one at a church. I still remember where the house was that always had a Santa and a sleigh out front. I’ll never forget Daddy pretending he saw Santa in the sky on his sled. But for some reason I was always too late to see him and his reindeer. What precious memories he made for my brother and me!
Later all blue lights and candles in the windows became popular. After that the popularity of all white lights increased. Then the small lights were invented. Next came the blow up Christmas decorations ranging from snowmen to elves to Snoopy to Mr. Grinch. Icicle lights were invented next. Then LED lights made the Christmas decorations brighter. Now we are seeing the projection lights that may show up as snowflakes, stars, etc. on the house or trees. Yes, today we have so many choices when decorating our homes it can make your head spin. Warm or cool white lights, green or brown cords, multi colors or one color, and the list goes on and on.
Back in the 50’s and 60’s we would just drive around town to view the Christmas lights. With my kids and grandkids we would travel to Lexington to see the “rich” people’s decorations, or to Burnside Island, or the lights at the Horse Park.
Even though the grandkids are grown up we still make the yearly trek to see beautiful displays of Christmas lights. Lately we have driven to Raywick to view Ruley’s Farm decorations where there are over 4 acres of beautiful displays .
Inside there are Christmas houses, trains, and Santas to view.
Mr. Ruley passed away recently, but I’ve heard his children are continuing the spectacular light displays and collections for viewing. Soon my kids, grandkids, and I will make that trip to Raywick in honor of his memory. It will also be a time for our Christmas tradition of viewing the Christmas lights. Watch this video of him and his displays. I’m sure it will make you want to take the backroads to see the Ruley’s farm. Hopefully it will be decorated as much as when Mr. Ruley was alive. https://www.bing.com/videos/search?q=ruley%27s+christmas+lights+loretto+ky&&view=detail&mid=363CFC75A6393A8CED50363CFC75A6393A8CED50&rvsmid=549DE827382E4E930694549DE827382E4E930694&fsscr=0&FORM=VDQVAP
What fun memories these nighttime drives have made. Thank you, Mr. Ruley, Daddy, and all those who helped to make these wonderful Christmas memories. Hopefully these memories and traditions will carry on to future generations.
I encourage you to go for a drive to see Christmas lights with your family. Christmas traditions are fun and important to both children and adults. Merry Christmas , from Mrs. B.
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