Certain things can’t be rushed. One of those things is creating a piece of art. I purchased a large canvas for my living room shortly after I moved to Tennessee with the intention of painting a scene from my family’s … Continue reading
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Really Old Stuff
When I was in Burkesville the weekend before last, trying to do some super sneaky research for my barn quilt square, I asked Papa if there were any old cast iron skillets that I could have. He had mentioned that there might be some in the basement that had come from my great grandparents’ house. We went down to the basement to investigate.
Well, find a cast iron skillet we did not. But, we did unearth a bunch of really old stuff.
This is an old hand plane that must have been my great grandfather Daddy Barnie’s. Papa mentioned that my Dad would probably really like to have this since he is into woodworking.
I’m not really sure how old this is, but I think it’s hilarious. I need to find out the scoop on this “antique.”
Some of my dad’s old trophies.
8-Track tapes. This form of technology was phased out before I existed.
This here was Papa’s pointer when he was in the army, training soldiers at Fort Chaffee in Arkansas. Apparently, if you were in charge, you had a pointer, but not just any pointer. The body of this pointer is made from a hackberry branch that had been overtaken by a vine, thus leaving it grooved in a spiral shape. The ends are a bullet and a casing from a 50 caliber machine gun. I would take that pointer pretty seriously if I were you.
This little contraption is a butter churn. Mama Bersie, Papa’s mother, made all of her own butter. Often, it was Papa’s duty to churn the butter, a job he says he did not much care for.
Papa’s report card from a few years back. Looks like he was a good student.
Papa pulled out Mama Bersie’s trunk and showed me some really neat and REALLY old treasures.
Mama Bersie’s first watch. This must be at least 75 years old.
Letters that Papa wrote to Mama Bersie and Daddy Barnie while he was in college at the University of Kentucky. I will have to read these someday.
Wrigley’s Juicy Fruit gum that Daddy Barnie gave to Mama Bersie when they were “courting.” This stuff is older than Papa. I wonder if it still has any flavor…
Papa’s housing fee at UK for the semester: $51.00. I’m not sure that would cover one night of housing in a dorm these days.
Tuition certainly has gone up over the past 61 years. There are very few textbooks these days that cost as little as $61.50
This is what Papa really wanted to show me. It’s Mama Bersie’s blue silk wedding dress from over 80 years ago, ordered from the Sears catalog. Papa requested that if/when each of us granddaughters gets married that we sew a little piece of Mama Bersie’s dress into ours. Not only would that be a great treasure on such a special day, but it would be something old, something borrowed, and something blue. I suppose if we were to sew it into our dresses in a functional way, such as a pocket, it could also be something new, too.
This book belonged to Papa’s uncle Nile, who I believe would have been my great great Uncle.
So I went home without a skillet, but Papa cooked up quite a family history lesson for me.
Y’all come back,
Sugarlump
Barn Quilt Square
I decided to make my grandparents a barn quilt square for their anniversary gift. I had always been intrigued by these and thought this would be a nice gift considering my grandparents are nearly impossible to shop for and love … Continue reading
60th Anniversary Party
This year marks my Granny and Papa’s 80th birthdays and 60th wedding anniversary. A celebration was most definitely in order. We put together an “open house” type party at their church and served cake and punch.
The happy couple in front of the treats.
Aunt Vickie had the cake and cupcakes made. They were beautiful and delicious.
As we were setting up for the party, we had a bit of an incident. I was in the kitchen with Lauren and Aunt Vickie and I was looking for a lighter to light candles in the function hall. I opened the drawer on the left to find a lighter for the candles. As I opened the drawer, a mouse popped out and ran into the back of the cabinet. Cousin Lauren, Aunt Vickie and I shrieked as I nearly jumped out of my skin and back about 5 feet. I don’t remember how it happened in my state of shock, but the drawer was then somehow closed. Aunt Vickie, Cousin Lauren and I agreed that we had not hallucinated, that the tissue paper in the drawer had been shredded by the little creature, and that we would pull it together and carry on with the festivities after this traumatic event. That is all I would like to say about that.
All we could find to light the candles was a box of small matches. I wasn’t about to open any more drawers in the kitchen. I already said enough about that.
We nominated Uncle Brian to light the candles since he seemed to have more of a handle on how not to burn himself instead of the candle.
Caramelized mums. Approximately 9 minutes after poor Uncle Brian lit all 24 candles, we had to blow them out so we didn’t burn the place down. So much for the ambiance.
Aunt Vickie had a beautiful throw made with pictures of Granny and Papa when they were first “courting” and married. I know they will treasure it.
Nobody wanted to sit at the tables until cake was served. We had a full perimeter.
Before we served the cake, my dad thanked everyone for coming and decided to ask Granny and Papa a few questions about getting married. My Mom had been asking them about it before everyone arrived and we all thought the stories were worth sharing because my grandparents actually eloped.
The Wedding/Elopement:
The story goes that Granny and Papa were out and about in Burkesville on a Saturday night as was typical. Granny’s parents had even seen them around town and were pleased to see that they were having a good time (little did they know what was cooking…). Granny and Papa knew of a minister in the county who would marry them so they took two of their friends as witnesses and had the minister marry them that evening.
My dad asked Granny to talk about what the minister said at the wedding and Granny said she can’t remember because she was just focused on saying “I do.”
My dad then asked how much the wedding cost, to which Papa replied that it was “very expensive.” The minister didn’t officially charge anything to marry them but apparently would take $10. Papa has decided that that $10 was “money well spent.”
Given that my Papa was such an obedient son and respectful person, it’s still hard for all of us to believe that they eloped. When asked whose idea it was to elope, Papa pointed at Granny and everybody just laughed.
The story gets even more interesting because they kept their marriage a secret for 6 weeks. One day my Papa walked into Granny’s parent’s house to see Granny and Mammie, Granny’s mother, confronted him, saying she knew he would put off telling them as long as he could (evidently, Granny had spilled the beans but neglected to let Papa know that the secret was out). Papa said he didn’t know if he should “faint or go blind.”
It was great to hear them tell those stories. I hadn’t even heard some of the details before.
And then it was time to eat and visit!
Quite a turnout as you can tell by the cake. And Granny was worried no one would come.
I was in charge of cutting this cake. Didn’t I do a beautiful job?
(Not.)
Granny and Papa and their boys, Uncle Brian and my dad.
Granny and Papa and the full squad: sons, daughters-in-law, and grandbabies (3 out of 4).
Only 3 of the 4 grandchildren have been at each their 40th, 50th and 60th anniversaries. At the 40th, Kristen wasn’t born yet, at the 50th, I had just started high school and couldn’t miss that much school to travel from Boston to Kentucky. And during the 60th, my sister, Eugene, was missing because she is currently studying abroad. Let the record show that cousin Lauren has perfect attendance.
Apparently, we were in need of some bossing. It was her party after all.
She realized I had caught her in the act.
This is so adorable, I can’t stand it.
This is equally adorable. Clearly, if there’s one thing my family knows how to do, it’s how to laugh.
The party was full of reunion of old friends and extended family, storytelling, and laughter. Granny and Papa seemed to have a great time and really enjoyed seeing everybody who came.
Congratulations on 80 years of life and 60 years of life together, Granny and Papa! We all love you very much.
Y’all give each other some sugar,
Sugarlump
Things I Never Tire Of
Things of which I never tire:
1) Sunsets
2) Laughter
3) Shoes
4) Floor plans
5) Chocolate
6) Family and close friends
7) Mystery
8) Sitting on a porch
9) The unconditional love of my little furballs
10) Mexican food
In an ideal moment, I would be sitting on a porch of a home I designed the floor plan of, with family and friends, furballs at my feet, eating Mexican food followed by something chocolate, while laughing in a fabulous pair of shoes, pondering the great mystery that is life, as the sun sets.
Y’all keep it real,
Sugarlump
A Woman of My Word
I talked to dear little Eugene on Skype today. We discussed many things about her first week in Paris, the most important of those being the shopping of course. She showed me her latest finds, one of which was a pair of shoes. Men’s style, smoking slippers in cheetah print. They will look adorable on her because she has narrow feet and a high arch so even though they are based on a men’s style shoe, her feet won’t look manly in them. Seeing my favorable reaction, Eugene asked me if I might want a pair. I had considered this a while back when this style starting appearing in stores here and had come to the conclusion that my less narrow and less-arch-y feet might not look so cute in these shoes, but instead rather manly. Eeek.
So I told Eugene that I would be passing on smoking slippers, but to let me know if she found any pretty blouses. Surely those won’t look masculine on me.
Not two hours later, I was at the mall shopping for some black pants for work when I somehow found myself in the 65% off shoe racks at Dillards. I really have no idea how these things happen. I think it has something to do with a gravitational pull. Some sort of fundamental law of physics pertaining to women and shoes. I believe it’s called Prada’s law.
Anyway, I was circling the 7/7.5 rack like a lioness on the hunt for food for her cubs, when I ran across these little smoking slipper gems. I had seen them when they first hit stores a few months back. I had picked them up, swooned, considered the manliness factor, decided they might not be so bad due to their colorfulness, sequins, and hint of animal print, and then I put them back on the display because I couldn’t justify such a novelty purchase when I needed more basic and versatile shoes for work.
When I came across them again this evening, I was still on the hunt for practical shoes for work, but these shoes were much more enticing and justifiable at 65% off. I put them on with my black yoga pants. They didn’t look half-bad. I shook my head, telling myself that these were superfluous. Very fun, but certainly not what I need right now. I put them back on the shelf and walked around trying to find some basic black wedges, which have proven to be impossible to find this year.
Black wedge-less, I kept finding myself in front of the semi-manly, awesome shoes and I kept telling myself that I really didn’t need them.
But it didn’t matter. Because you just can’t say no to fabulous.
Precisely two hours and fifteen minutes after telling my sister that I didn’t want any smoking slippers, I purchased smoking slippers.
Clearly, I’m a woman of my word.
I can’t wait until Eugene reads this. I predict a lot of head-shaking.
Y’all stay fabulous,
Sugarlump
Peachy Highway Adventures
Driving in these parts is always an adventure. I set out to visit my grandparents in Kentucky last week and ran into this monstrosity on I-65. Oh, ya know, just a HOUSE headed north. I took a bit … Continue reading
The Garden: Progress Report #8
I went to up to Kentucky to visit the grandparents this week. And I FINALLY had a mess of beans to pick out of the garden! I headed over to Granny and Papa’s from Grandmother’s Thursday morning, and not long … Continue reading
Let Go and Remember
I have days where I get myself all wound up in a knot about silly things that don’t really matter, but I let them bother me. Sometimes I blog about these things and other times I don’t because they’re not even worth the energy to write about. And then, just when I am about to go bonkers over the stupidest thing, someone writes a comment on my blog that cuts to my core and makes me realize that some things aren’t worth stressing over, because in the grand scheme of things, they just don’t matter.
I have written several posts about my sister leaving for Paris for a semester. I am very excited for her, and yet I will miss having her just a car-ride away. A fellow blogger commented on my most recent post about my sister leaving, saying that it brought tears to her eyes over her sister that she lost not so long ago. She thanked me for sharing my story.
Reading that brought tears to my eyes and reminded me how important it is to focus on the things that really matter, like the ones you love and the memories you have shared. Thank you to my blogging friends for reminding me how much there is to celebrate.
Love y’all,
Sugarlump
Stormy Drive Home
Clearly I’m having a hard time accepting the fact that my sister is leaving the country for 4 months as this is my third post on the subject. This post is more focused on neat skies and my random thoughts. … Continue reading
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