Monday, March 31, 2014
Just one book to go this Women’s History Month...
Just one book to go this Women’s History Month - KPCNews: Kpcnews
As March comes to an end, we also come to the end of Women's History Month. Please enjoy this week's column dedicated to that same cause. If that isn't enough, please make sure you register to vote! Just click on the above link.
Friday, March 28, 2014
Childe Hassam
Wednesday, March 26, 2014
My hometown helps me kindle the passion...
My hometown helps me kindle the passion - KPCNews: Kpcnews
Dear Friends,
Here is the link to last week's column. As always I appreciate you as a reader, a poster, and someone interested in Stories from a Small Town.
Until tomorrow.
Dear Friends,
Here is the link to last week's column. As always I appreciate you as a reader, a poster, and someone interested in Stories from a Small Town.
Until tomorrow.
Monday, March 17, 2014
St. Patrick's Day
My grandpa Rhoads always planted potatoes on St. Patrick's Day. I remember my sister, Jessie, and I helping out on those blustery cold March days. Grandpa always took the potato pieces out to the garden in a large burlap bag. First he dug a small hole, then he took out his pocket knife and cut out the eye of the potato and planted it in the hole. Jessie and I "hilled" up the cold, wet dirt around the plant.
By the end of the first row of potatoes, our fingers and toes were raw with dirt and the coldness of March. Our grandma seemed to know just the right time to bring out the thermos of "milk" coffee for us. It was warm milk with just a hint of coffee. It was enough to finish the job.
When we dumped out the last of the potatoes onto the ground there were two silver dollars waiting for us among the dirt and last of the potato pieces.
I always remember this story on St. Patrick's Day and try to honor my grandpa by planting my own potatoes on this day. However, with our long winter, my
garden is still blanketed in snow. The best I can do is to toss the potatoes out onto the snow drift and see what happens.
Happy St. Patrick's Day to everyone.
Friday, March 14, 2014
Broken bones help one be thankful, really
Broken bones help one be thankful, really - KPCNews: Kpcnews
I just realized I did not post last week's column. I thought I better get this one out before tomorrow's new column.
Just click on the above link.
As always, I appreciate you, my reader.
Until tomorrow,
Lou Ann
I just realized I did not post last week's column. I thought I better get this one out before tomorrow's new column.
Just click on the above link.
As always, I appreciate you, my reader.
Until tomorrow,
Lou Ann
Thursday, March 13, 2014
Robert Frost
We received nine more inches of snow yesterday along with below zero temperatures. Ah, but the beauty of winter is still magical.
Please enjoy a short video on Robert Frost reciting his famous poem, "Stopping by a Woods on a Snowy Evening."
Saturday, March 08, 2014
Still snowing?
Sunset in my backyard. |
It is early Saturday morning and the flakes are as big as dinner plates as they, once again, show the strength of this winter. They snow is simply covering other snow! I still have foot of snow in my yard, under my clothesline, and my driveway is a sheet of ice. However, under all of this is the sheer beauty of winter. Going through one of my own haiku books this morning (while writing new ones), I found some lovely old pieces. I think you can enjoy them even if the sun is shining where you live!
Today's Haiku
empty streets of ice
longing for summer walkers
all doors frozen shut
bloodlines of winter
run through blue veined lifeless hands
I'm sleeping til spring
roads of sooted dust
swirls with frigid drollness
cold pacidity
Until tomorrow.
Thursday, March 06, 2014
Spring in Savannah
Spring in Savannah
Several years ago Philip and I traveled to Savannah, Georgia. It has always remained one of my favorite trips. It was winter, and it was necessary to wear my loden green cape for warm with my black boots.
We dined at the Pink House, celebrated high tea in an afternoon, and spent hours touring side streets and cemeteries.
We took an even ghost tour which was led by a young man from New Jersey. I remember telling Philip that we better get a ghost tour started before he moved to New Jersey. Well, you know the rest of that story!
I bought this photo and tucked it away on a back shelf. Today as I was hobbling past an old cabinet I saw it peeking out. What a great find for a long winter. It was still wrapped in plastic so I took it out and set it up in the living room where I continue to hold court.
Out my windows there are still feet and feet of snow, but a little spring on the inside is good for everyone who visits.
Until tomorrow,
Lou Ann
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Wednesday, March 05, 2014
And the beat goes on...
Yesterday was the day I gave up the wheelchair. I watched from the car as Karen hauled it back into the rental company. I have to admit it was difficult watching it go as we had become the best of friends for almost seven weeks.
I think it is amazing how much we can adjust to our circumstances.
I broke my ankle in three places seven weeks ago with a following surgery. The first week was learning how to live in my house with the chair and friends coming and going.
After that time I had my lifestyle in order. I knew what I could do and focused on that. But after one quick Dr.'s visit, it was on to the crutches.
These are more difficult to maneuver. Everything that we put on the lower shelf, now must be on the higher shelf. There is no carrying as two hands are now moving me around the house.
Today is difficult and my entire pattern is disrupted, but I know this is how it must be for healing.
Dishes are piling up and muscles I had forgotten about are now giving me a holler. This too shall pass.
The beat goes on...
I think it is amazing how much we can adjust to our circumstances.
I broke my ankle in three places seven weeks ago with a following surgery. The first week was learning how to live in my house with the chair and friends coming and going.
After that time I had my lifestyle in order. I knew what I could do and focused on that. But after one quick Dr.'s visit, it was on to the crutches.
These are more difficult to maneuver. Everything that we put on the lower shelf, now must be on the higher shelf. There is no carrying as two hands are now moving me around the house.
Today is difficult and my entire pattern is disrupted, but I know this is how it must be for healing.
Dishes are piling up and muscles I had forgotten about are now giving me a holler. This too shall pass.
The beat goes on...
Monday, March 03, 2014
Saylor cemetery tour will be extensive...
Saylor cemetery tour will be extensive - KPCNews: Kpcnews
Click on the above link for this week's column. I have also included YouTube video of John Prine singing "Paradise." Please enjoy.
Until tomorrow,
Lou Ann
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