Small Towns

Small Towns

Living in a small town is wonderful.

I lived in Milwaukee until I was 12 years old and then we moved to a small town. I learned very quickly that you can’t get away with much in small towns.  Everyone knows your name, who your parents and siblings are, where you live and what kind of car you drive.

When Jack and I finally moved in together after being married for nine months we moved to a small town of about 800 people, similar in size to our childhood small towns.

This is Iola’s Main Street:

I knew this was a wonderful town shortly after moving here.

During our first spring I was planting trees in the field and decided to take our two dogs to the boat landing three miles away for a quick swim to cool off.  I hopped in the car without shoes and without my purse.  While we were at the boat landing I cut my foot open.  It was horrible, I was bleeding like crazy and from what I could tell it was a long and deep cut.  I went to the clinic in town because the closest emergency room is twenty minutes away.  I knew the receptionist, Patty, from my first winter of skiing at the ski hill.  Patty took me to a room and got me comfortable and frequently checked on my dogs that were waiting in the hot car.  I needed many stitches.  I remember saying during the stitches and in between screaming that this has to be worse than childbirth.  Since this incident I have given birth three times and I still think those stitches were more painful!  After I was stitched up I needed to get a prescription filled at the pharmacy in town.  Thankfully we have a pharmacy in town and one with a drive-up window.  I pulled up to the window and told the pharmacist, Susan, that I needed this prescription filled, but I didn’t have any money.  Susan took the paper out of my hand and then asked, “You don’t have any money now or ever?”  I reassured her that I could pay the next day.  She seemed willing to fill my prescription before knowing my answer.

When Robbie was almost two weeks old our only heat source ran out.  We woke up on that Saturday morning to a very cold house.  I called the closest supplier, Norm’s, to see if he could bring us fuel oil.  I explained that we just had a baby and we didn’t realize it was time to fill the tank.  He was here within the hour.

I became more apart of this community after having kids, because I stay home full-time, we shop at the local grocery store, I buy my gas at Norm’s, I visit the post office frequently to send packages to my sisters and we go to the library regularly.

Everyone knows where we live, who lived in our house before us, and they were probably related to someone who lived in our house at one time.  My beautician (I get my hair cut once every three years or so) remembers having hot chocolate at my house when she was a child and she remembers who I am every time I call and when I see her around town.  (She hates that I pull my hair back into a bun!)  All my neighbors go to the same church.

Since we moved here as adults we aren’t related to anyone, so no one knows our relatives (except that we are related to the library director at the Scandinavia Public Library).  It has been a little difficult to fit in because mostly everyone is related to everyone and they have known each other since kindergarten.  Some of my closest friends are also “transplants” to this town.

I often hear, Oh you’re the one…

that put the steel roof on your barn,

that fixed up that old farm-house,

that has that old tractor in your front yard.


What is that tall stuff growing in your garden?

What are you working on now?

What is your husband making in the field?

I saw your cow on the road the last time I drove by.

Here are some recent things that have happened:

Henry and I walked into our local grocery store and one of the cashier yells across the store, “Hello Henry!”

When I walked into the post office to mailed my last care package to my sister, Danna, the postmaster greeted me with, “Good morning, Jenny.”

After I posted a post about my pregnancy on my blog (which means I was ready for this news to go public) I walked through the school and every teacher I saw (even ones I don’t usually talk to) congratulated me.

I walked into the library and the librarian had my books that I had on hold waiting for me at the counter.

My favorite librarian, finds books for us that she knows our kids will love.  Oh yeah, she is related to us.

Henry recognized the woman from the bank’s drive-up window at the grocery store and told me that is the sucker lady (because she gives us a sucker every time).  I didn’t recognize her at the grocery store because she wasn’t at the bank.

We always go to the fabric store, Sew n Sew in Waupaca.  Deb, the sales woman, knows us by name (the store where I purchased my expensive machine and they should remember our names).  Deb remembers Henry loves to look at the buttons, loves to rearrange the thread display and loves the hidden zipper on one of the display pillows. She knows I come there just to look and I make plans to for my next purchase, even it is for something that costs less than $10.

I went to the feed mill and the guys joked with me about the dead chicken on the roof of my car from my previous visit.  And then one of the other employees says, “I thought you were THAT lady!” Now, they all know me by name.  Or maybe they call me the “dead chicken lady.”

I was a little embarrassed by this, so I quickly paid and left.  Maybe I should have explained…I am too lazy to dig a hole to dispose of a dead chicken, or a dead racoon that the dogs drug up from the woods or a dead deer that got hit on the road in front of my house.

My solution for the small dead animals is to put them on the roof of my car, drive slowly down the road for about one and a half miles and then step on the gas around the corner so the dead animal falls off into the ditch where there are no dogs to eat them.   Two times this method has failed me:

The first time it was a dead racoon that the dogs found in the woods and placed right under my clean clothes hanging on the line.  It was so stinky and nasty I put it in a paper grocery bag and put it on top of the car so the dogs wouldn’t chew on it and roll in it.  That is when I got the idea to “dump it” on my way to my bible study.

As I was driving away, Jack was waving me down to stop and signing to me that there is something on the roof of my car.  I gave him a thumbs-up and kept going, slowly.   Then my neighbor was pulling out of her driveway, waving me down and making signs that there was something very important on the roof of my car.  That is when I decided I should stop and take the bag off the car, just to make her happy.  I held the bag out the window until I got to my dumping spot.  I accomplished my goal to get rid of this dead raccoon but I had to touch the bag one more time.  Just thinking about this incident I can smell that nasty thing!

The second time this method failed was when the chicken didn’t fall off of the car during all my errands for the day and was still on my car when I got to the feed mill.  That morning I stopped at the cheese factory, then I drove to Jack’s work and he took me out for lunch downtown Clintonville, where we saw our dentist and dental hygienist.  The feed mill was my last stop.  I did all this driving around with a dead chicken on the roof of my car!  After this visit to the feed mill that is when the jokes started.  I wonder what the cheese factory people think of me?

I may need a new solution for these small dead animals because I have two dead chickens on the window sill in the barn.  Now that the ground is frozen I have the excuse that I am unable to dig a hole.  Really, I am not lazy!

My only solution for large animals, like a dead deer, is to get the chains out and drag it down the road to a place where there aren’t any houses and dogs.  I needed to do this once in the middle of the summer.  Thankfully no one was driving down the road or outside in their yard when I did this.

The dead steer, who strangled himself, is a whole different story.

Now that I have rambled about my dead animals.  Our small town may know that I am the one to blame for the pile up of dead animals on our road.

Everyday I am thankful that we found this small town to raise our boys in.  I love our small town and all the people here.

Project 365 Week 47

Project 365 Week 47

Project 365: Take a photo a day and see your life in a whole new way.

11/21/11 (Monday) –  I finally made something for myself.   This bag accidentally became a reversible bag.   I made a pocket for it from one of the embroidery designs on my sewing machine.  I liked the way the Baltic fabric looked and I didn’t want  to disturb that with a pocket on the outside.   I made the bag big enough to carry my quilt hoop and a quilt project.  I believe it is 22″ x  21″.

This bag was inspried by a design I saw in the book Sew Wild by Alisa Burke that I picked up from my library.

My pocket with a variegated purple thread.

While I was trying to figure out what fabric to use for the inside I realized that the pocket looked pretty on the plain cream fabric and together they would make a pretty bag.  That is how I got the idea for the reversible bag.

11/22/11 (Tuesday) –  Henry warming his baby’s fingers because they were cold.

I found a wonderful deal on Honey Crisp apples and had to buy 45 pounds of them ($19)!  This was a wonderful after school surprise for the big boys.

11/23/11 (Wednesday) – The boys’ Thanksgiving weekend started today.  Since Jack had to work we invited Aunt Susie to join us for lunch at the boys’ favorite place in Stevens Point.   There was cotton candy!


11/24/11 (Thursday) –  Remember the birthday party Charlie attended last weekend and I didn’t realize that it was a birthday party until he came home?  Charlie picked out this fabric for Mollie’s apron.

11/25/11 (Friday) –  We were fortunate to have three family Thanksgiving meals over the weekend.  The Vater family was our first meal and was the only one we got a group photo.

11/26/11 (Saturday) –  I spent the day at my mom’s house visiting, looking at her quilting projects, and eating leftovers.  Our last Thanksgiving meal was this evening with wonderful food and great company.  We drove one and a half hours home in order to sleep in our own bed.

11/27/11 (Sunday) –  Robbie and Henry helped me unload the straw that I bought last week.  Robbie dropped the bales onto the truck bed for Henry to push them off.  I stacked the bales perfectly, the way I like my bales stacked, without any interference!

My neighbor called to tell me they are going to take the corn to the feed mill on Monday.   So we unloaded some corn to buy from them to feed the chickens.  We figured out how many pounds of corn fit in our bucket, Robbie kept a tally of how many buckets we loaded, then we went into the house to add up our pounds of corn and figured out how much we have to pay.

Jack took photos of the boys this afternoon.

This isn’t a perfect picture of all three boys but it is my favorite one.


Project 365 Week 46

Project 365 Week 46

Project 365: Take a photo a day and see your life in a whole new way.

11/14/11 (Monday) – My feet were sticking to the floor in many places that is one of my cues to get the mop out.  The second one is when company is coming.  All our boys love to mop, this is Henry’s first time helping.  One might think with the help I have I should have a clean floor more often.

Henry figured out how to use the brush on the other side of the mop.  Sometimes I think a window scraper that we use on our icy car windows would work better.

11/15/11 (Tuesday) – My fridge full of eggs.  This is the most eggs we have ever had in our fridge.  I have begun to panic now.  I use to get worried when we had seven extra dozen in the fridge until I talked to Jessie, Jack’s cousin.  Her panic number is something like twenty-two dozen.  I delivered some this week and have been able to add a few more egg customers.

11/16/11 (Wednesday) –  Henry collecting eggs with his new basket that he found at Donna’s rummage sale.  Five eggs fit perfectly in his basket, now “five” is his favorite number.

I can’t afford to lose seven eggs if he trips on the way to the house, so we talked about five being a good fit for his basket.  (Thanks Donna!  He loves his new basket!)

11/17/11 (Thursday) – Granny spent two days with us this week.  Today she made dinner rolls with Henry.  The two of them read a lot of books.  I think Henry’s favorite time with Granny was when she was pretending to sleep and he would put a stuffed chicken by her head and she would wake up and try to eat the chicken out of his hands.

11/18/11 (Friday) – When the house is quiet I have learned to go searching for boys.  I am not always sure what I will find; naughtiness or sweetness.   Tonight it was sweetness!

This is the start of a quilt that I am making out of Grandma Hamm’s fabric.  She had strips sewn together and I am not sure what her plan was.  My mom helped me come up with this design by cutting Grandma’s squares of strips into four blocks and sewing them into these new blocks.  My mom is brilliant!

11/19/11 (Saturday) –  We were making plans to go to Big Falls this morning to check to see if there was any ice in the waterfalls.  Henry disappeared upstairs and came down with his swimming clothes on.  He told me he wanted to go swimming at Big Falls.

We only found ice in the puddles on the big rock.

The boys had popcorn and watched a movie while I did some sewing.  I lost track of time, like I usually do, in the sewing room.  I came upstairs and found them sleeping.

11/20/11(Sunday) –  Today Charlie had a playdate with his friend, Mollie.  They went to a movie and to her house for cake (this should have been a clue to me).  He came home with a bag of candy and a party hat.  I said, “Was it a birthday party? We didn’t have a gift for her!”  His response was, “That is okay, Mom, we didn’t know!”

While Charlie was at the movie theatre in Waupaca.  Robbie and I were brainstorming fun things to do.  One of Robbie’s ideas was to go to Northern Lights in Iola to watch the Green Bay Packer game.   So that is what we did.  He sat at the bar with his mug of root beer watching the game.


Henry and I sat away from the eight other people at the bar so we wouldn’t disturb them.  Henry colored and played with the balls on the pool table.


These photos are missing because I took my camera but forgot to put the card in the camera after downloading photos this morning.

I decided that I wasn’t being a bad mother for taking my kids to a bar to watch the Packer game.  Because it wasn’t for my enjoyment, there isn’t smoking allowed in the bars anymore and it is our choice that we don’t have a TV in our house.

This weekend I started a project for myself, a bag to haul my quilting project or books around.  I stayed up way too late last night for a 41-year-old mama who is growing a baby in her belly and has to keep up with these precious boys!

(one of my favorite photos taken in August 2010)

The start of my bag…

Robbie helped with some of the ironing.  He asked,  “Why are you starting another project when you have that one and that one started and none are finished?”  How do I explain my love for sewing, making things for others, my desire to finally make something for myself and my urgent rush to get as much sewing done before this baby arrives?

Project 365 Week 45

Project 365 Week 45

Project 365: Take a photo a day and see your life in a whole new way.

11/7/11 (Monday) –  Today was a very productive day…

Henry and I made a double batch of waffles for breakfast, this way the boys can eat the leftovers all week.

Daylight savings started yesterday – we are back to meeting the bus during daylight hours.  Now 6:45 AM doesn’t seem so early to get on the bus.

After we got the older boys off to school Henry and I smashed pumpkins on the stairs to break them open, I cleaned out the insides and steamed them in my Mehu-Maija.


Jack told me there was a snow storm coming, I said “I’ll believe when it arrives”,  he asked us to bring in a load of firewood.  Henry and I were able to bring in two loads this morning!

11/8/11 (Tuesday) –  I made a batch of Lemon grass and Lavender soap.  This is how I wrap it for the first 24 hours.

We went for a hike in the woods.

Henry is turning into my “chicken boy”.  He is always reminding me to feed the chickens and tells me many times a day that we should go out to the chicken coop to collect eggs by saying, “IS eggs chicken coop!” or “Chickens hungry!”


11/9/11 (Wednesday) –  The snow storm started in the early morning hours.  This was before school.  The boys were excited to see the snow.  Even this morning I was still in denial that it was really snowing on November 9th.  I was one of the terrible parents that didn’t send snow pants, and boots to school with the boys.  They came home telling me how they were disappointed about having indoor recess.

This was the snow by noon.  Henry didn’t like the snow falling on his face and head when we were outside earlier.  His solution was to take the umbrella outside when we planned to ski around the yard.

We stayed behind the house and the garage so the wind wouldn’t bother us.

My clothes line stretched with the heavy snow.  This was also happening to the electric wires all over the county.  When the snow was falling off the lines some of the lines would snap and break which led to many families being out of electricity for many hours.  One friend was without electricity for 60 hours.

11/10/11 (Thursday) –  Henry drawing eggs.

Henry after playing all morning with our friends.

Henry loves to wait for the big boys to get off the bus.  Today I convinced him to wait on the front step.


Henry is always excited to see the older boys when they come home from school.


11/11/11 (Friday) – After school reading.

The pillowcase I made for Robbie’s friend’s birthday.

11/12/11 (Saturday) –  The dogs’ moved to their new location.

11/13/11 (Sunday) –  My laundry helper.


Missing the School Bus

Missing the School Bus

The boys missed the bus for the second time in four years.  Can you believe my baby has been in school for four years?

This is a good record considering my history of missing the bus or running out of the house as, Marlene, the bus driver was beeping the horn.

My siblings and I were horrible about being on-time for the bus.   When I was in middle school and high school the bus came from the south.   We could see the bus coming from over a half mile away.   Some years when the south field was planted in corn that made watching for the bus a bit more challenging.  When we missed the bus we had to walk over a half-mile to meet the bus when Marlene was making her loop back to town.

They missed the bus today because:

  1. I think Ralph was a few minutes early.
  2. I was not wearing my watch and keeping a close eye on the time.  This current watch’s alarm isn’t set to go off at the time when we should be putting coats on and walking out the door.
  3. I didn’t notice when the Waupaca County bus went by.  This bus going by every morning is my indicator of where we should be with our morning routine.
  4. Charlie read books while he was eating (I was actually enjoying this sight) and ate his breakfast very slowly.
  5. Each boy hated what I picked out for their clothes and dawdled getting new ones and then getting dressed.
  6. They poked around while trying to pack their bag full of snow pants, shoes, gloves and a hat.  Charlie never got this far because he was half-dressed when the bus was here.  Robbie was ready to run out the door and did.  The way our house is situated and with all of our trees in the front blocking our yard, Ralph can’t see them as they are running out the door.
  7. The boys weren’t at the end of the driveway like always when Ralph arrived.  So he just drove away.

Charlie was happy to miss the bus and Robbie was a little irritated.  Henry was upset, “Bus leaving!  Bus leaving!” Charlie made some comment about being glad he didn’t have to go to school.  I told him that it would probably be more fun to go to school than to sit in his room all day or do jobs with me.

Thankfully, earlier this week I talked to my friend Dawn who lives at the end of Aasen road, just two miles away, and I found out that the bus gets to her house at 7:30.   I didn’t have to take them all the way into town.

During this extra time we had before meeting the bus I told Charlie he couldn’t play with any Legos this morning, which means “No touching the Legos!”

I  put the boys to work, cleaning off the kitchen table, cleaning up their PJs and  blanket, putting away the clothes I got out for them, and cleaning up toys, as  Charlie was doing this he picked up some Legos and said “Yeah!  I get to touch Legos!”  They also cleaned up the extra shoes and  boots that were all over the floor, Robbie ground coffee beans for me, Charlie feed the dogs, and they both practiced their piano.

What I learned this morning:

  1. Set the alarm on my watch for five minutes before the bus is to arrive.
  2. Wear my watch every morning!
  3. Have the boys lay out their clothes the night before.  I do this every night after they go to bed, they can start now.
  4. Encourage Charlie to eat his breakfast first.  Once he is ready to walk out the door he can read books or play with Legos with his extra time.
  5. I can look through our stash of winter clothes to see if we have extras and they can leave some things at school.

Henry, my future dancing partner

Henry, my future dancing partner

One of my blogging friends, Susan from Coming East, posted this video clip of Ginger  Rogers and Fred Astaire dancing in the movie Swing Time.  She also posted two other dancing videos but this one was Henry’s favorite.

I showed it to Henry and he loved it.  He requests to watch it every time we walk past the computer, or when he is sad or tired.  When he watches it and the clip finishes he says “See it again, please!” or “NOT WORKING!!!” depending on his mood.

 I love her dress the way it flows.  I love her strong thin legs and how much fun the two of them look like they are having.  It makes me happy!  When I am feeling kind of sad I will come back to this and watch the dancing!

Sometimes I watch it with Henry and then we look at the other suggestions YouTube has on the right side of the screen.  That is when I found this amazing clip on YouTube!

The clip claims it is Ginger Rogers dancing at 92 years old with her 29-year-old great-grandson.  I was curious to see how old she lived to be and found out on Wikipedia that Rogers lived to be 83 years old.  If you read the comments under this clip you will see someone mention that this is not Ginger Rogers, but a 73-year-old woman.

Now I don’t really care who this lady is!   I am still highly impressed that a 73-year-old body can move like this!  I should start dancing!

Since I found this new love of Henry’s I have been getting my hopes up that I may have a dancing partner soon!

Project 365 Week 44

Project 365 Week 44

Project 365: Take a photo a day and see your life in a whole new way.

10/31/11 (Monday) – Charlie put these pants on in North Dakota and the waist was too big for him.  He was disappointed that I didn’t pack his belt.   I didn’t know those pants were too big for him!   About five minutes later he solved the problem..  Who would have thought that masking tape makes a perfect belt for a six-year-old boy?  (Nose injury is a rug burn from wrestling with his cousins in North Dakota).

11/1/11 (Tuesday) –  Charlie loves Lego’s.  This morning he wanted to be woken up early so he would have time to play with Lego’s before school.  This has been wonderful for us because we talk at night about trying to fall asleep right away so that he isn’t so sleepy in the morning.  And when morning arrives he is almost jumping out of bed and rarely tells me he doesn’t want to go to school.  I don’t think he will start telling me he doesn’t want to go to school because he wants to stay home to play with Lego’s.  Thankfully, his teacher has a huge box of Lego’s in her classroom.

Henry loves Charlie and loves everything Charlie loves… especially Lego’s!  Henry built this and asked me to take a picture so we can show Granny and Hanna (Grandma Helen).  He is telling me about the bridge that the grandmas are suppose to notice.

This creation is important because it has wheels.  It can fly and drive!  Check out his cute hair!  He gets his hair combed only on days that he is awake when I am getting the other boys ready for school.

11/2/11 (Wednesday) –  My chicks that I bought in May have started laying eggs.  We have had an explosion of eggs this week.  I collected 30 eggs today!  I think I need a few more egg customers!

11/3/11 (Thursday) –  I posted this photo of Henry sleeping in Week 39.  I was afraid that someone would think Jack wasn’t paying attention to him when he was getting sleepy.   Now I know how this can happen!

On a night I was home and Henry wasn’t interested in cuddling to sleep with me. He fell asleep on the love seat.  And then later went into this position right in front of my eyes.

11/4/11 (Friday) –  This morning we woke up to a very heavy frost on the ground.  It just happened to be a morning we were going to the ski hill to do some work.  Henry looked out the window and told me “SNOW!”  When we went out there he started skiing in the grass and seemed very happy.  This Mama and little boy are going to be very happy once we get our skis on snow this winter!

After skiing in the frost we headed to Iola Winter Sports Club to do an inventory of ski boots for the youth program.  Then we went to the Hostel Shoppe in Stevens Point where they were having an amazing sale on their “old” rental ski boots.   The didn’t look one bit “old” or “used” to me!  Iola Winter Sports Club purchased 13 pairs of kids cross-country ski boots for $265!

 I bought a pair for me, Robbie and Charlie and for my sister, Danna!  (my friend picked up Danna’s boots so they aren’t in this photo)

11/5/11 (Saturday) –  My Dad has a hunting cabin about 45 minutes away from my house.  Waupaca is about half way between our place and his cabin.  This weekend we met Grandpa Bob and my oldest nephew, Devin, for lunch.  I have such wonderful boys in my life and I love them with all my heart!

11/6/11 (Sunday) –  My weekend project of rebuilding my cloth diapers is turning into a great success.   Click here to read the post I wrote “Rebuilding My Cloth Diapers”.

Rebuilding My Cloth Diapers

Rebuilding My Cloth Diapers

I still have one child, Henry (2.5 years old), in cloth diapers and my  fourth child arriving in the spring. I am getting nervous about the condition my mother-ease cloth diapers. They have been getting thinner and thinner by the year. I am impressed with how these diapers have held up since they have been used on six children.   Henry is the sixth child to wear some of these diapers.

Before Henry’s 2nd birthday he was showing signs of interest to be potty trained and wanting to pee like his big brothers in the toilet and outside (a benefit to living in the country).  He hasn’t made much progress in the last seven months.

I was introduced to the mother-ease cloth diaper by a friend six or seven years ago. She wanted to sell some.  I was tired of folding the flat-fold diapers I was using and wanted to give them a try.  I actually never heard of any other kind of diaper than the flat-fold and pre-fold diapers that you use baby pins with, until I met this friend.  I started out by purchasing 10 diapers from her. I loved them and when she was done with the rest of her diapers I bought more from her.

One of the many things I love about the mother-ease diapers is how awesome they are to hang on the line to dry.  They don’t take up much space when snapped together.

I hang dry them in the winter months to gvie my bedroom more moisture.

Sadly, I have had to put some of the really thin mother-ease diapers away.  No,  I didn’t throw them away!  I put them away in the basement and out in the open so I could see them and always think about what I could do with these awesome diapers.  Something inside me wouldn’t let me throw the diapers away. They still had great snaps and the elastic was still good!

A few months ago I decided that I could rebuild these diapers with the “good” parts.  I consulted with a friend who does a lot of sewing and has made some of her own diapers.  She helped me brainstorm some ideas on fabrics to use and how to get it done.

I purchased some terry cloth this week and started making liners and rebuilding my diapers.  I only worked on a few and will put them to the test with Henry before I do more sewing.

Here is a thin and almost see through liner:

I cut out terry cloth for the liner:

I used the serger to put the two layers together for one liner and three layers for another liner:

I cut the snaps off the old liner:

I sewed the new liner to the snaps:

Thin and almost see through diaper that has been in a box for many months:

Then I took two layers of the terry cloth, serged them together and sewed them to the padded area of the mother-ease diaper that has thinned:

The diaper with the new liner snapped on:

Another experiment was to add to the padding of the actual diaper with one layer of terry cloth and then add a second layer to the whole inside of the diaper.  This method was very time-consuming.  I am not sure I will attempt this one again.  I was having trouble with my thread breaking.  Maybe it was because of the multiple layers or a little of the stretching of the fabric I was doing?

The diaper:

The pattern:

The finished diaper, not much extra surface area was covered with this method:

The test on this last diaper with the 3-layered liner was done last night.  Henry didn’t soak the entire thing!

As I post this Henry is wearing the diaper with just the new padded area and no liner.  And going to the bathroom more often today!  Maybe all this talk about making these diaper for the new baby is making him think more about saving diapers for the baby.

Project 365 Week 43

Project 365 Week 43

Project 365: Take a photo a day and see your life in a whole new way.

10/24/11 (Monday) – I don’t have a single photo for today!

10/25/11 (Tuesday) – This is the final touches on my garlic patch.  The planting took much longer than I expected with all the wonderful help I got from the boys.  Henry helped me weed the spot, till it, rake it and then we were able to plant about 150 cloves.  This process took us about two weeks.  After it was planted it rained for many days and the wind blew like crazy.  So I was unable to spread the straw over my patch.  In that short period of time from after it was planted to the time I was ready to spread the straw the patch needed a little re-planting…Robbie, my biggest gardener, noticed that the patch was clean of weeds, tilled and raked.  He figured I didn’t get to the planting yet.  So he took his cultivator through my planted garlic patch to loosen the ground so it would be ready for planting.   We walked through it we found many cloves dug up and some cut and damaged.   We re-planted as many as we could find.

Spreading the straw was the best job for Henry.

All done!

I am praying that I will have a good garlic crop next year!

The last of the brocoli for us and the rest of the plants and brocoli flowers went to the chickens.

10/26/11 (Wednesday) – Henry and I packed the car for our trip to North Dakota.  Henry wasn’t interested in carrying anything out to the car for me.  He wanted to get strapped in and leave “NOW! Kota!” is all he would say until he was screaming and crying because we weren’t leaving yet.  (This was about four hours before our scheduled departure.)  I called Jack at work to talk to Henry.  Henry seemed to understand more after talking to Jack that we couldn’t leave until Papa came home from work.

10/27/11 (Thursday) to 10/31/11 (Monday) –  We arrived at the Russian Slough in the middle of the night.   The boys and I finished our night sleep in the car and woke up at sunset.  When Robbie woke up he told me he was going to catch a pheasant with his hands and eat it for lunch.

Our first hunt was around Grandpa Rob’s farm, The Russian Slough.

Robbie did indeed catch a pheasant with his hands after Grandpa Rob injured it.  Robbie fell in love with the rooster and didn’t want anything to do with eating him for lunch.  He carried him around wrapped in a sweat shirt.  Robbie stayed at the house for the afternoon hunt because he didn’t want to find another bird that he would love.

We had other exciting “boy” activities throughout the weekend…smashing soda cans with water in them with the splitting mall.

 I don’t have any photos of them playing with fire, exploring the land, getting kite strings tangled and stuck in the power lines or the big boys (adults) shooting other things that explode.

I took Henry’s baby blanket along and made progress on basting it and quilting.

Kite flying is a must when we are at the Russian Slough the wind is perfect almost every day!  Cousin Eric was the King of Kites!

Our boys missed one day of school to make this trip.  Uncle Eddie’s kids missed two.  We made time for homework.

A lot of cooking and baking went on…Sarah made these donuts, pumpkin and apple pies,

dinner rolls,

and homemade ice cream (two nights in a row).

One very important tradition is that Sarah publishes “The Sunflower” newspaper everyday.

I believe this is after a couple of days of hunting.  Our hunting was amazing with birds everywhere!

I couldn’t resist breaking one of my blogging rules – Do not post photos of dead animals.   Not once but twice in this week’s post, can you find the second photo?

Henry and I are “sneaking” up on the birds at the Cedar Creek property.  This is one of my favorite places to hunt out of all of Grandpa Rob’s land.

Minor trailer troubles on the way home.

Finally we arrived home on Monday evening.  The start of our unpacking…

900 photos were taking between Jack and my mother-in-law during our trip to North Dakota.  Thanks to them I had many photos to choose from and to share on my blog.