Potent Quotable

You have made us for yourself, and our heart is restless until it rests
in You.     Augustine


She Was Really Saying Something

I believe I have mentioned that my Mother kept all personal correspondence. Mousey and I found these in a drawer.

Mousey probably wrote this first sparkling beauty when she was 5 or 6.  She has a decent command of the letters, but the words are a complete mystery!!!

Mousey tried and tried to decipher what she was talking about, but none of us has any idea.

Honey noticed that she even erased something and wrote over it again, causing gales of laughter! Girlfriend had a thought!

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The only reason I know what this one is about is because I had written my Mom a note on the back and explained that I didn’t know what in the Sam Hill she was talking about either, so I asked a probably 6 or 7 year old Mousey what the gist was. She said she was thanking Grandma and Grandpa for the Campbell’s Soup labels (parpers/papers!) she had given her to take to elementary school.

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We all probably laughed a solid half hour about these the other night! Mousey the hardest, she was cryin’!

Have a good weekend, hope it includes a hearty laugh!

Some Stuff

Here are some of belongings Mousey and I have brought home from the lake house.

My Mother loved jewelry. And of course she still had every piece she had ever owned, because she was sentimental and a firm believer that things would come back into style someday. When she was going somewhere, she was all put together!!

We went through three full drawers of beads, pins, pearly things, chunky necklaces (oh, she hearted the chunky necklace!!) bracelets, skinny ropes, any size of earring you could ever hope for and quite a few items you would hope never to see again. She liked the bling, the statement jewelry, and for some unknown reason, had  great love in her heart for the almost extinct stickpin.

We followed her tastes through the small, elegant 50s, the funky 60s, the seriously questionable 70s and 80s, the Premier home jewelry parties of the 90s with their BOLD, SHINY, GOLD and SILVER accessories (of which I have many myself!), and on into the 2000s, where I think the majority of items in my little box came from.

Mousey had her boxes, and here is mine. All earrings and 2 bracelets.


She wore this charm bracelet for years. It has work related charms, some acquired during travel, a couple from her husband and a boy and girl to represent Beeve and I. I can’t see myself wearing it, but I am happy to have such a potent memory of her.


I have to say that she wore her jewelry, even the things that we thought were impossibly funny! I remembered about 3/4 of it and she wore it all a lot! We have not done anything with her valuable stuff. It seems too….personal. Still.

My Mother and I had the same Christmas dishes. She always said that I would inherit hers. I now have enough to feed many people and could probably divide them between our three children! She did have some mugs that I did not have. I like mugs better than cups and saucers.


I told you, she had the candles! I need 6 taper candles each Christmas. I am probably good for a couple years.


Not only are we going through my Mother’s things, there are many of my Grandmother Georgia’s things sprinkled in. I am pretty sure this was hers. Love it.


We brought home my Mother’s china that I once told you had pinecones on it. I was wrong, it’s wheat. Still a better fit with our color scheme in the dining room. Capri Patt, I need to find a buffet for in there, HELP!!!!


My Mom used this for iced tea for many years. I always assumed that my Aunt Margie painted it, because she was known for her lovely painted dishes. This was not one of her pieces, but I have no doubt that Mom bought it because it reminded her of Margie, whom she loved a great deal. My Dad thinks that Girl Cousin Vickie has always wanted this, so I brought it home for her.


Very fine sugar and creamer that looks like Lenox but is not. It is a brand, but the letters are too small and I cannot read them.


Anyone who knew my Mother, is well aware of her love of the silk flower arrangement. I am not a big decorator, but I do put a few things out in the fall and I thought I might be able to work these in. That on the right is a bark watering can, how cute is that!? And how her!


The lovingly crocheted by my Grandma Georgia, afghans. With a couple other throws stuck in. Chevron is big right now.


Another piece of milk glass, This could have been my Grandmothers as well. This white does not go in our home now, but we may have a change of color someday where all the milk glass would work. I know Schmenky is thinking, white never works.


I took that luggage tag because I don’t know about you, but there must be airline elves that steal our luggage tags. I am in need more often than I think I should be.

I remember these Joni Eareckson Tada  prints well. They were in our home for many years. I think she must have spoken at my Mother’s Home Interiors work functions. Grand Poobah, gala events called Seminar, usually held yearly in Texas. They had dress up balls and awards ceremonies and all sorts of fun activities and also motivational speakers.

I kept them because for many years we went to Joni’s Family Retreats for families who live with disability. We met her a couple of times and she is a truly lovely and inspiring woman of God.


The one on the right is a fisherman and Honey said he remembered it in my parents home and would like to have it. I think it may have a new home in his office.

There are also totes filling up with things for the kids, I am still looking for the brass candle snuffer The Boy has requested. He said he broke it and his Grandma super glued it back together. He wants it for the memory.

That’s enough for today.

Have a good Thursday.

Way Back When-sday Hodgepodge

Hey Guys, the Hodgepodge is back! It sounds like Joyce had a nice break and has jumped back into the Hodgepodge with both feet! Head on over to her place to join us.

1. Summertime is a season of reunions, weddings, and other family celebrations and gatherings…are any of the above on your calendar in the next two months?

We do have a wedding in July. The Oreo Mom and Kentucky Jim’s oldest son is taking the plunge. There will be other small gatherings as well, family, care group, girls!

2. June is National Iced Tea Month…are you an iced tea drinker? If so, how do you like yours (sweet, flavored, etc)?

I do like iced tea, but I have a pretty early cut off time for caffeine, so it’s a lunch only deal. I like it with Splenda, and if I am feeling sassy, a little lemon.

3. When were you last nervous?  Looking back, was the ‘event’ actually nerve-worthy?

I do not like public speaking, so that would certainly put a crimp in my tail. I can’t think of anything recent though.

Oh, wait, I have a memory. I guess it made me so nervous that I forgot.

When our BSF class went to Cincinnati last March for our Leaders Retreat, our Class Administrator Area Team Advisor, a lovely woman named Barb, asked if I would work the second shift in the registration room. There would be volunteers at tables organized alphabetically, one side of the room for registration and packets and the other side for room keys. She said I would have a clip board with all of the answers to any questions that might come up, you know, the pertinent information. She instructed me to head over to the ballroom at a certain time and find the gal I was supposed to replace to get The Clipboard, and she would fill me in. Easy Peasy.

I was as nervous as a CAT. I try hard not to be in charge of anything. I am an Indian, not a Chief. I have LOTS of friends who want to be the Boss and I am OK with that! When Barb asked if I would do it, I thought it would be ungracious if I said “I don’t want to, I might throw up”. I worried about it for quite a while, then prayed about it and asked God to please help a girlfriend out or else we were going to have a problem. Then I put it out of my mind, because I can be all Scarlett O’Hara like that and convince myself that I will think about it another day.

Back to the ballroom. I found the gal and she told me that it had been a breeze, hardly anyone had any questions and she had not used the clip board even once! A PIECE OF CAKE she said, in her perky southern accent!

I hadn’t been standing there with my clip board for about 5 minutes when I was slammed. I guess the reason the other clip board lady had no problems was because hundreds of ladies waited to register on the second shift. I had little groups of people, in varying stages of mood, all over the place, and do you know what was not on my handy dandy clipboard? THE ANSWER TO ANY QUESTION ANYONE ASKED. After listening to each party’s circumstance, and telling them I would find the answer for them, and thanking them profusely for their patience, I realized that the only person who could solve any of the problems was our hotel liaison, my new best friend, Bob. But Bob kept disappearing, trying to solve the problems, leaving me and the other clip board lady to soothe the ruffled feathers. With useless clip boards.

As Ma Ingalls always said, “Alls well that ends well”. As far as I know, by the end of the night everyone had a room and a key. At least I saw no woman sleeping on a couch in the lobby.

Was the event actually nerve worthy? Yes, yes it was, but God had my back. And I do remember thinking, if I was still around, I should offer my services to Barb for the next retreat, because at least I would know what to expect and save some other poor gal from the nightmare of the dreaded second shift in the Registration Ballroom!!!

4. The bristle toothbrush was invented in China on June 26, 1498...not sure how that date was pinned down so precisely but, on a scale of 1-10, with 10 being sick to your stomach and 1 being not at all, how nervous do you feel when you’re headed to the dentist?  Do you see your dentist twice a year?

I guess it was a momentous occasion to be remembered!  I do go twice a year, but I am a dental weenie. Our dentist is a lovely man and his staff are all wonderful people, but my teeth are sensitive and I just don’t like it. For cleaning, about a 4-5, for work, about a 8 or 9. I am always waiting for the zinging pain.

5. What’s making news in your town this week?

I rarely know what is going on in our town, Honey or Keelyody usually tell me if there is anything to mention, there is usually not. The  tv news is always about Detroit and it’s usually all sad, all the time down there. What I caught a glimpse of today was that Detroit Emergency Manager Orr denied City Council President Charles Pugh’s 4 week medical leave. I have not followed this story closely, and I do not know Mr. Pugh’s particular situation, but I do know that the City Council are widely regarded as a bunch of incompetent yahoos, so I am willing to give Mr. Orr the benefit of the doubt.

6. Curtains, drapes, blinds…your window treatment of choice? Are there any bare windows in your house? Is that by choice or because you haven’t gotten around to covering them?

We have a variety. The only curtains we have are in our bedroom. Honey works at night and sleeps in the day so they are room darkening for his benefit. I have valances (made by the impressive Capri Deb!) in the family room and on the kitchen door wall. Some windows have mini blinds that we never close, but protect the furniture, some have nothing, and The Ab-Cat has verticals on her door wall, which are coming down because they are kicking the bucket. All to say, we are equal opportunity window treatment folk.

7. Summertime is officially here (in the Northern hemisphere anyway)…what one song is a must-have on your summer playlist?

I have no summer play list, but one summery song I like is by Kenny Chesney, something about a Yoohoo bottle rolling on the floorboard.

8.  Insert your own random thought here.

Since I showed you the picture of the super ugly, 70s polyester quilt my Grandma Georgia made yesterday, I offer you something pretty to offset all the….poly.


The quilter herself. One of the most important people in my life. Ever. She was the real deal and I miss her.

Have a wonderful week. And if someone offers you a clip board, don’t take it!

The Super Ugly Polyester Quilt

Here it is, at Schmenky’s request. It’s huge, it is bigger than our foyer rug.


Eleven ugly squares by nine ugly squares of 1970 era, scary colored, polyester. A rather bold statement.


The back and edges are fine. I would ONLY use this quilt side down. I bet it’s warm.


My Grandma Georgia must have collected fabric from elsewhere, because while she was known to sport the poly, this is just too much for one woman to acquire from her own wardrobe.


This is my pick for scariest square ever. I KNOW my Grandma did not have an outfit made of this sparkling beauty! There are only two of them but they SCREAM. Vaguely Flintstone-ian. Only a very brave person could rock that print. The word BOLD comes to mind.


Row after row of virtually indestructible, hot, wrinkle free squares of truly heinous fabric, all perfectly and lovingly quilted. She had no idea when she and her girlfriends made this in her basement, some 35-40 years ago, that she was making something for the great granddaughter who was born nearly two years after she passed away. I kind of like that thought. She would have loved little Mousey Ann.


There you have it, in all its glory.

Sifting and Sorting

Hi Guys, how about a Friday list on Monday?

Mousey and I spent Wednesday and Thursday out at my Dad’s home on the lake. It appears to be sold (WOO HOO!!), so we have begun the process of packing and sifting through a lifetime of accumulation. Beeve joined us Thursday to haul things to Salvation Army and help Dad pack up his train room.

Mousey and I have been all over the place, closets, cupboards, china cabinets, and storage areas.

Here are some things we have discovered.

We knew my Mom had a love of turtlenecks, Tupperware and teapots. We can now add tablecloths to the list. Something about the t’s.

She also seemed to keep every card, Valentine, homemade gift from her children and grandchildren, and quite possibly every piece of personal correspondence she ever received.

She had a lot of candles. And there are more, I just know it.

And potpourri.

Mousey and I agree, we don’t like the potpourri. The smell or the mess when you accidently tip it over.

We are making progress, but it seems like we have a long way to go.

We are all afraid of going through the Christmas aisle of the storage area. It’s….overwhelming.

It could be a time consuming, black hole, sucking us into an alternate universe.

You think I am being dramatic. I’m really not.

It’s kind of become a funny thread of conversation though.

There are so many things from my childhood and I find myself telling Mousey about the memories the item inspires.

The game cupboard had our original Yahtzee, Clue, Trouble, Scrabble and Scrabble Junior games. Well used games. Well loved games.

Mousey kept some.

She has a burgeoning hope chest.

Honey says it should attract many suitors.

She could possibly be set for life in the household goods area.

I find that Mousey and I do not have the same taste.

She loves most things that I find hideous.

I should just put truly heinous things in a pile for her.

I find I can not get rid of any of the afghans that my Grandma Georgia lovingly crocheted in the 1970s.

They are all in great shape despite being lovingly used for many years.

Some are downright unique colors. Did I mention they were made in the 70s?

I was willing to get rid of a quilt she lovingly made, also from the decade of bad taste. Polyester, and super ugly.

Mousey LOVED it and reclaimed it from the Salvation Army pile.

Sometimes I worry about that girl.

Every time we travel home, the back of Juanita is full of totes and bags.

The this and that of a well lived life.

My rule is I have to put everything away in our house before I head back out.

It’s not like we need anything around here.

But some things you are not ready to let go of.

Another day, it will be easier.

I know this for a fact.

I’m ok with it.

Potent Quotable

Assumptions are the termites of relationships.  ~Henry Winkler

Twenty Two

Today is the first day of summer. It is also the birthday of Our Boy.

It is the first birthday he has not been home to celebrate. He is still in Chicago, working many hours and getting ready for a trip to Denmark with The Dane.

We miss him, but it is not uncommon in our family to celebrate birthdays on a different day. We will celebrate when he makes it back to The Mitten.

These pictures are from the fishing trip he and Honey took last summer.

The Boy is a good Fitcherman!


He is kindhearted.




Loves Jesus.


Likes fitching with his Dad.


Knows an inordinate amount of many genres of music.


Likes to sleep.


Has a great laugh.


Is very much loved.


And contrary to his user name, ibeatyoumom, is not beating his Mother at Words With Friends!!!!

Happy Birthday Bud.


Way Back When-sday

Hi Guys. Joyce From This Side of the Pond has requested a summer holiday from the Wednesday Hodgepodge festivities this week. Since she is a most faithful hostess throughout the entire year, I guess we can do that!

I was not left without an idea though. While taking pictures at the Fathers Day gala, I saw one that sparked my memory.

Goomba and Beeve. I have seen this horse many times.


It reminds me of another horse, almost 50 years before. Here is my Father, Dennis with Girl Cousins Lynn and Kay, at my Grandpa and Grandma Hoover’s house on Stout in Detroit.  The photographer, who may or may not have been my Mother, chopped my head off.


There I am! 21 months old and dressed to party! Anyone see a resemblance in the 2 horses? Oh.My.Word. Sometimes it’s just weird.


Mousey and I are off to pack up my Mom and Dad’s house on the lake. It could be SOLD and we need to get packing!!!!

Have a really good middle of the week.

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