Dorothy . . . . .

This morning, working around my kitchen, I spotted a post-it note that said, simply, “Dorothy L”.

I thought and thought but could not remember ever knowing anyone named Dorothy L.  I looked in my address book and my email lists.  No Dorothy L.  I wondered if there was a reason that I noted her name, maybe I was to return a phone call or contact her for some reason.

I found my answer in the refrigerator when I gathered things to put together a lunch.  There was her name on a bottle of my favorite Dorothy Lynch salad dressing.  Duh.  And the bottle was almost empty.  Now I know why I wrote her name on a slip of paper, the first entry for my grocery list.

So, to cure my dumbness, I looked Dorothy up online and found that she’s been around 50 years.  Well not her, although she was a real person and she made the recipe.  Dorothy Lynch and her husband ran the restaurant in the American Legion Club in St. Paul, Nebraska, in the late 40’s.  Her salad dressing  was so popular that a company was eventually started to make and sell her product, and this started in Columbus, Nebraska.  Now the company has expanded and moved to Duncan, Nebraska.     I learned that Dorothy Lynch dressing is retailed by thousands of grocery stores in 35 states and distributed by 41 food service companies. Our delicious dressing is listed on Amazon and I believe you’ll find it at Sam’s.  So now my family members won’t have to stock their car with Dorothy L when they return for a visit.

Funny to remember that years ago my son-in-law, when he was here for a visit, drove down to Columbus and offered to help them, through his connections, to place Dorothy in prominent stores in Texas.  And the management said oh my, they didn’t plan to go that big, they were busy just filling orders in the Midwest.

If Dorothy Lynch could be here today she would be shocked to learn the numbers of people, eating out, who order their salad and when the waitress asks what dressing, they just answer “Dorothy.”

 

 

. . When you reach September . . .

Aspens

I know it’s nearly September when I hear the cicadas droning.   Such a familiar sound.  It always brings back the feelings that swept over me when school was about to start.  The feeling still sweeps, every year, and it is still exciting.  In a way I’m still in school.  Lots to learn yet and autumn prompts me to set some goals.  Summer fun is over.

Here is my favorite September picture.  We actually drove to Colorado to see the aspens turn.  Well, we do have friends there, and we met them and spent some time together in a getaway cabin high up in the mountains, where we looked down on forests of aspens and watched them turn.  It doesn’t take long, and soon the leaves drop..

Next spring I must remember to post a picture of the bluebonnets blooming in Texas.  Another thing we drove to see, and just like the aspen trip your timing has to be perfect or you miss the spectacle..

Nature still has the best shows and the lowest admission.

Robin Williams

Robin Williams

Just recently I published this picture and now I must do so again, since we are all thinking of Robin Williams today.  I can’t locate my son to verify this story, but this is the way I remember it.  Several years ago when Tom was in either Iraq or Afghanistan Robin came there to perform for the servicemen and women.  When he discovered that there was a pilot ready to fly out with his crew, ,he hurried to that area to catch them, greet them and entertain them  because they would miss his show. Tom was that pilot.

 Robin Williams was that kind of guy, kind and thoughtful, as he is being described all day today by his friends. 

Dressing up and Going Out

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Old pictures fascinate me, even when I don’t know the people in them.  But in this case I do know the people.  It is my parents, who were married 94 years ago this week.  This picture tells me many things.  Like . .

1.  Young people don’t have many fears.  You know there is a river right below where they are perched on that railing. 

2.  Years ago, young people dressed fit to kill for a date.  A date was a really big deal.

3.  Styles have always come and gone.  Look . . they are both wearing pointy toed shoes. 

4.  I’m gonna guess that Archie’s mother Jenny washed that white shirt, starched and ironed it with special care for this occasion.  And maybe pressed his suit with a flatiron she heated on the top of her big old kitchen stove.

5.  I’m gonna guess that Claire made her dress.

6.  I’m gonna guess it was a double date.  Someone was there to take the picture.

7.  I’m gonna guess there wasn’t much kissing going on . . until they took off those hats.