Sunday, August 29, 2010

Not to be Published...Oh what the heck...

My blog reminds me of my life in prison. When I was 17 years old I fell madly in love with the first guy that ever noticed me. We immediately got married, and he packed me up and took me 2000 miles away from my family. I was stuck in a little tiny house on the back of the landlady’s property. It soon became a prison cell to me.
My man in the shining armor went off to his job before daybreak and usually didn’t return until 12:20 AM. His job ended at 5 PM, but he nearly always made a stop over at the Pastime Tavern to play poker until the tavern closed at 12 AM. During these hours I looked out the window, cleaned up the house, opened a can of soup for lunch, wrote my family a letter, went to the mail box., took a nap, listened to the radio, walked up to the landlady’s house and visited with her. She was an old lady and knew how to knit. She said she would teach me how. She was not patience with me so the knitting lessons soon ended at my request. I’ll just have to find something else to pass the time of day.
I didn’t have a clue when my sentence would be over or if I would ever be able to get a pardon. I didn’t have 15 cents to my name. Not one single friend to talk to and no mode of transportation or communication with my family. I had made a friend, but she and her master moved back to Arizona. To pass the time, I would write letters to my family. I very seldom received a letter from them. When I did receive one, I would read it over and over until it was threadbare. I thought if I made my letters more interesting or funny it would induce an answer. So I wrote and wrote and wrote. At least we had money for postage. We didn’t have a phone. All the letter writing didn’t encourage anybody to write back or when I finally received a letter, no one ever answered any of the million questions I had been asking about everybody.

One time when we went back for a visit, I found that they had a fire on the property that they fought like crazy to keep it from getting to their house. That event didn’t even provoke a letter. They had never mentioned anything about the fire. My family included my mother, dad, four brothers and one sister. One brother had left home for a hitch in the military. My sister was only three years old when I left home so she was too small to write and so were the little brothers.

I built up such a momentum writing those letters that I still find myself with a pen in my hand constantly writing in a journal or just writing about stuff that irritates me, and then I shred it so nobody can ever read it. You should read one of those tirades.

I told my oldest son the other day that I sometimes think his Dad and I should not have been married. He looked at me like I had just cut off his lifeline or something. I felt really bad so I said, "Well, I mean we didn’t have to get married that very minute". We could have waited a week or two or a month or so.
Then I discovered blogging and I have written about everything under the sun. Writing in this blog is just like writing into thin air. Or writing to my family.

Saturday, August 28, 2010

Just a Picture or Two

Here I am again. Camping !!! I'm on Deer patrol.
I hold the record for rolling to the end of the room and back!

My mother is so funny. She makes me laugh out loud.

Tomorrow is the last Sunday in this month. September and school starting always means it’s the beginning of fall. I’ve had enough summer for this year.
I received a letter from the dept of licensing. My vehicle tabs need to be renewed. At least I can do it online. This is one expense I don’t mind. Washington State has wonderful highways and it requires money to keep them that way. I don’t drive on them much these days, but I have family that does and anything that keeps them safe is worth it. I have a couple more pictures of the Great Granddaughter I would like to force on you.
She is growing so fast.

Monday, August 23, 2010

Time Marches On

What a man !!!
Not much to write about. It's been a long lazy summer. Tomorrow is my 82nd birthday.
My how things have changed over the years. I wonder what the next 82 years will bring.
I don't think I want to hang around to find out.
It has been really nice the past couple days. Nice to have a break from the hot weather.

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Another Day

No special reason to show this.
It's a picture of my husband, daughter and myself
back in the early days. And Buffy too.
One year ago today I had a car wreck. My car was totaled, but I wasn’t. It was the first and only real serious accident I have been in. I guess that says a lot considering I will be 82 in a couple weeks. My guardian angel must be on guard. Thank you guardian angel. Life is going very well. My tomato crop is producing ripe tomatoes. What more could one ask for? I’ve already had my afternoon nap and it’s only 9 AM.
When I totaled my car I was lucky enough to have one donated to me. It is a 1990 Van. I had a problem getting used to such a big automobile after driving a small one for so long. At first I felt like I was driving Noah’s Ark down the street, but I feel a lot safer than I did in the small car. At least if somebody rams into me, I might have a fighting chance.
This is all for now.

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Down with Green Beans

Aunt Cora selling Coloring Books

I came to the Hop Festival to help Aunt Cora sell coloring books.

I Think I'll skip lunch today.
Down with Green Beans!!!

Monday, August 9, 2010

A nice place to take a walk
Randal Park

A Taste Test

Hello Everybody, I'm Leah !

This is a new dish for me.

I like that stuff !

Catch ya later ! I'm going camping now.
Ripe tomatoes at last !!