In Twenty-five Words or More . . .



The things you find when you move! 

Here is a newspaper article so faded it’s hard to read, but it announces that I have just won a baby blue 1960 Rambler station wagon in an “I like (some product) because ………. in 25 words or less contest.  Those were the days! 

This was a big national contest, and several weeks after the closing date I was notified that my entry was in the top five.  A Pinkerton detective was sent to interview me in my home, to ascertain that I or none of my family was employed by Quaker Oats and that I had personally written the entry, etc.  Top prize was something like $10,000, which in those days was quite a bit of money.

Weeks went by.  Finally, one morning I received a call from the local car dealer asking if I would be home that morning and said he was coming out, along with a representative of the Quaker Oats company.   So then I knew I had won the car (second prize) and not the money.  Still, it was a nice surprise and very exciting.

Problem was I had just washed my hair and they said they were bringing a photographer.  Time to swallow pride.  I tied a silk scarf over my head, and after the hand shaking we planted Sara and John on top of the car for a picture. . . and we were front page of the newspaper that night.  Embarrassing, but I had to let Quaker get their advertising.

We drove the Rambler around town  one day, then put it up for sale.  With the money our family took a wonderful trip by train to Los Angeles and San Francisco.  Amazing to see so much of our country in comfortable seats in a glass dome car, and the dining room was an experience!

From another world . . . .


If you’re not too young you may recognize this old friend, named E. T.  I remember how exciting that movie was when it came out in 1962. Can you believe it was 32 years ago?  And now little Drew Barrymore is grown, with children of her own, and still a successful movie star and producer.

 I always wanted us to discover extra-terrestrial creatures (people?).  In the early 40’s I started collecting articles reporting sightings.. Sometime in the 70’s or 80’s I had quite a collection, but it seemed we knew no more than we had at the first  sighting. I went to a lecture at a college given by one of the scientists who had been testing the stories of people who claim to have not only seen a “flying saucer” but were taken aboard and examined and in some cases given surgical implants.

 It was intriguing but there still was no indisputable proof. . By now I had given up and quit looking. (Yes, I used to watch the sky, inviting, even daring strangers to come in a big flat round ship with lots of lights and land right where I was and invite me to come on board and look around. I had decided I would do that, and I would ask them lots of questions and get to this information that no one else could seem to uncover. I would not be scared, I said.

After the E. T. movie came out, my children kept this little E. T. creature around for a long time, and after they left home I kept him too. I thought of putting him up on EBay, but his poor fake leather skin was peeling. Of course it made him look even more in need.   I had to avoid his eyes, deep in his pathetic little face, when I threw him away. .

I told myself he was going to yet another world.

Aprons . . .


I really do not intend to focus a lot on “the good old days”, but I would like to share this piece about aprons that was sent to me today by my friend Donna Thomas from northern Minnesota.  Thank you, Donna.

The History of ‘APRONS’

I don’t think our kids know what an apron is. The principle use of Grandma’s apron was to protect the dress underneath because she only had a few. It was also because it was easier to wash aprons than dresses and aprons used less material. But along with that, it served as a potholder for removing hot pans from the oven.

It was wonderful for drying children’s tears, and on occasion was even used for cleaning out dirty ears.

From the chicken coop, the apron was used for carrying eggs, fussy chicks, and sometimes half-hatched eggs to be finished in the warming oven.

When company came, those aprons were ideal hiding places for shy kids..

And when the weather was cold, Grandma wrapped it around her arms.

Those big old aprons wiped many a perspiring brow, bent over the hot wood stove.

Chips and kindling wood were brought into the kitchen in that apron.

From the garden, it carried all sorts of vegetables. After the peas had been shelled, it carried out the hulls.

In the fall, the apron was used to bring in apples that had fallen from the trees.

When unexpected company drove up the road, it was surprising how much furniture that old apron could dust in a matter of seconds.

When dinner was ready, Grandma walked out onto the porch, waved her apron, and the men folk knew it was time to come in from the fields to dinner.

It will be a long time before someone invents something that will replace that ‘old-time apron’ that served so many purposes.

Send this to those who would know (and love) the story about Grandma’s aprons.


Grandma used to set her hot baked apple pies on the window sill to cool. Her granddaughters set theirs on the window sill to thaw.

They would go crazy now trying to figure out how many germs were on that apron.

I don’t think I ever caught anything from an apron – but love…

Author Unknown


Another surprise . . . .


You might think I was surprised by snow on my lawn this week.  But no.

Remember last fall when I told you how surprised I was to find that my two trees close to the street are red maples and I posted a picture showing how beautiful they were when the leaves turned.  It is the other tree, the one by the garage, that has a treat for me in this perfect spring weather.  I believe it to be a decorative pear tree.  So it isn’t snow that’s falling . . it’s petals.