Friday, July 20, 2012

Little Things Mean a Lot

Do you ever think about what will happen to your weird stuff after you're gone? Not the good stuff, someone will definitely want to own or sell it. I'm thinking about all the little bits and pieces you've accumulated over your lifetime -- things that would mean nothing to absolutely no one but yourself.


Items such as that are packed away in boxes in the basement storage room, but today, while searching for the soft-serve ice cream maker, I saw a box that was marked "Bric-a-brac from miniature curio cabinet. So I opened it and unwrapped each piece that had been carefully wrapped in packing paper some years ago. Here's what I found:


A cute little cup and saucer, handle broken off cup, made in Japan. It looks to be handpainted. I think it was a gift from someone when I was a child. (Somewhere else among my things is a salt and pepper shaker and imprinted on the bottom is "Made in Occupied Japan." I ran across it some time back but can't recall now where I placed it)






Three little miniature hobnail pieces, two cups (one blue, one white) and a blue vase, part of the top broken off. I know they are old; were in my parents house when I was a child.



The salt and pepper shaker (chipped) was a gift from an aunt and uncle, from their trip to Hot Springs, Ark. I don't recall where the little blue vase came from, but I like it a lot. The little lantern was a Christmas gift from my parents when I was a very small child; there was a larger version as well but mine didn't survive. I believe my sister still has hers. The lanterns were filled with perfume.


A little menagerie! A paper mache dog (probably from the county fair); a little bunny from an Easter basket; a cute little lamb; a monkey; a swan and a glass elephant.

A Delft cream pitcher and a windmill trinkett, souvenirs of my trip to Holland, 1981.




A couple of items from the Estee Lauder collection, Christmas gifts from mother years ago. The soap box contains a blue bar of soap and still smells delicious after more than 30 years. I could not determine why the packing box smelled so very good until I got to the soap box! The other item is a candle, never burned.



Liberty Bell bank. I think this was a Christmas gift; don't recall my age, but I was pretty young.

A metal bank from Conoco Oil Company, my daddy's employer for many years.


A small flowerpot. I have no idea the genesis of this item, but it sat alongside mother's kitchen sink for many years. Cracked, and not really a pretty piece, but I can't part with it.


Mommie Howell's sugar bowl, top missing.



A souvenir from Rock City/Lookout Mountain, Chattanooga, Tenn.



So as you can see, just a pile of junk, really. But I keep them for sentimental purposes. They are returned to their packing box now and will there remains until someone opens it some years in the future and piles it on the trash heap. Never mind, it brought me some pleasure and that's what really matters after all.


Do you hold onto old items such as these?

Thursday, July 19, 2012

Aloe Vera for the Medicine Cabinet


For centuries many cultures and peoples have been known to use aloe vera in  remedies for all types of ailments. If you recall, there was a big push in the 1970s to sell aloe vera as a food supplement and it was added to suntan products. 

I have grown the aloe vera plant for a number of years because it's a carefree plant and I like the way it looks. I also have used it as a soothing mask for minor burns and have found it to be quite effective.




Yesterday while at the ironing board, I steamed my wrist area with a puff of steam and it was rather unpleasant, needless to say. I went outside, cut a leaf off my aloe vera plant, squeezed the liquid onto my wrist and it started feeling better rather quickly.



Today, there's no redness whatsoever on the wrist. So there's my testimonial for the healing powers of the plant!

I decided to read up on what the so called experts say about the plant and learned:

-- Studies have shown that the aloe plant contains a certain type of sugar that acts as an agent for healing in several types of illnesses. It has been shown to decrease inflammation, to decrease bacteria and viruses, to prevent tumors , just to name a few. Many medical journals are now hot on the trail of reporting the results of these studies.

Credit: whyflp.com

--Manufacturers are jumping on the bandwagon to produce many types of aloe products. However, it is not clear that the same healing properties hold true for processed aloe products as in a fresh aloe plant. Most products are heavily processed and just ineffective.

--Ways to use aloe vera effectively: Use a fresh aloe vera plant and harvest the gel by cutting off a leaf and squeezing it. The gel can be used and applied to any type of skin condition. It is very effective for sunburns, acne, wrinkles, bee stings , rashes etc.  (WHAT? WE CAN THROW AWAY OUT ANTI-AGING FACE CREAMS? Wow, who knew?)

--The use of aloe vera on skin conditions basically repairs the damaged collagen and aids in generating new tissue. It can decrease any swelling to the affected area and can be a pain reliever.

--While many people are used to using aloe vera for burns and skin conditions few people realize that it can also be taken internally. It can be used as an antioxidant and has been shown to minimize symptoms in serious diseases such as cancer, diabetes and several autoimmune diseases.

--Some are claiming that aloe vera is the "secret healing agent of the ages." Although it's been around for centuries, many are discovering this natural remedy for common modern health problems. Especially those that are fed up with all the side effects of pharmaceuticals and other drugs.

And here's a story I heard several years ago; I do not know if it's actually true: During the Cold War, the U.S. Government stockpiled vast quantities of aloe vera juice to treat burns in the event of a nuclear attack. (Just throwing this in; would be interesting to know if it's actually true. Question it raises in my mind: what's the shelf life of the stuff?) 

Some have pointed out that more proof is needed that the plant produces the results outlined.

However, what have we got to lose by using this natural remedy that's been around for years? Especially when you weigh the fact that using aloe vera has virtually no side effects.

I'm not dispensing medical advice here, but you might want to look into getting this plant to have on hand for minor burns, insect bites and rashes.

And by the way, if you live near me, come by and I'll give you a start. I have given away many cuttings of the plant. They are very easy to grow, but they don't like to be over watered and they don't like full sun. Place it on a semi-shaded porch in summer and bring inside for the winter.

Do you grow aloe vera? Have you ever used it medicinally? Did you see positive results?




Wednesday, July 18, 2012

A Tale of the Low-Hanging Fruit

Maybe it was the freshness of a summer morning that put me in such a good mood. Or perhaps it was the sound of the sweet bird songs that gave my heart a lift. But as I returning from checking on mother this morning, I couldn't help but notice the low-hanging fruit on her crabapple tree.



They looked so beautiful that my first thought was to pick a basket full!  Well, actually, my very first thought was to grab a few pictures. The color was delightful and I definitely wanted to capture that.


What about crabapple jelly? I tried jelly making years ag,o but with little success, but you know, hope reigns eternal!



A few more pictures and then I would decide whether or not to pick a few.


Crabapples hanging low, against a backdrop of my parents' old country house where I lived from the age of four years.



Leafy greens, red fruit, blue skies. Now I'm really feeling good.


That did it! Off I ran to grab a sack and pick a few.



Back in the kitchen, the crabapples were cleaned and the blossom ends trimmed. 

 I reached on the shelf for my oldest cookbook, good old Fannie Farmer. As you can see, it's had quite a bit of use. It covers everything imaginable! Of all my many cookbooks, this is my favorite!



I read up on crabapple jelly, spiced crabapples and pickled crabapples and decided on the latter because it was easier and faster of the three. I decided to leave the stems intact; less work; and what the heck, does it really matter?


So may I present my Pickled Crabapples! I tasted one and uh, well, it's not my favorite. Hmm, maybe it'll taste better after it macerates in the syrup for a few days. Or perhaps they weren't quite ready for picking? Or I just don't have a taste for crabapples?






As my sister pointed out, why didn't I just buy the jelly or jam at the store and leave the crabapples in a pretty basket as table decor for a few days? Perhaps she was right. Or I chould have just left all of them for the birds.
Live and learn!


The beauty of all this was discovering the crabapples, appreciating their beauty and the enjoyment of shooting the pictures. Making the recipe was secondary. So all was not a lost cause!


Do you ever get carried away in the excitement of the moment and begin a project that didn't turn out to your liking? Do you then feel frustrated because of the time you spent on the project?

Tuesday, July 17, 2012

Rules of Life Through a Mother's Eyes





Credit: Patents Post-Grant
My sister and I spent a large portion of today with our mother, transporting her to a clinic for a medical procedure. My sister and I never have a problem talking; we are best friends. Time spent together often inspires us to recall past experiences, and today was no exception. We were discussing some of the rules we grew up with. Some may be quite familiar to you if you are in that age group known as women of a certain age. Others may be unique to the time period in which you grew up, regional or religious difference, culture, family background or various other situations.


"The 1950s were characterized by a very strict code of etiquette. Schools taught them and homes and later colleges reinforced. Well-mannered children and young adults reflected well on their parents and children were often provided with behavioral guides to reinforce the status of the family." ---ehow

Here’s a list of some of the rules imposed on us as children of the 1950s and teenagers of the 1960s:

--During cold weather, we could not go outside without “tying up our head” with a scarf.

--Money taken to school had to be knotted into the end of a handkerchief to ensure we wouldn’t lose it.

--No watching television on school nights before homework was completed.

--No pets were ever allowed inside the house.

--We were taught to say “please” and “thank you,” and “Yes Ma'am/No Ma'am,” Yes Sir/No Sir” to all elders, including our parents.

--We had to set the table properly for each meal, with the silverware and glasses in the correct position.

--We weren’t allowed to wear sandals when we were young; they didn’t give feet proper support. We wore Buster Brown shoes until 5th grade, feet properly measured at Kaye’s Shoe Store to ensure a proper fit. We couldn’t go “bare legged.” We wore socks until we were old enough to wear silk stockings, as they were called then.

--We were required to “clean our plates” at the table because of “all the starving people elsewhere in the world.”

--We had to brush our hair 100 strokes each day.

--No snacking was allowed before meals.

--Saturday night was devoted to two activities: polishing our shoes and completing our Sunday School workbooks for the next day. (In spring and summer, when we wore patent leather shoes, the preferred “shoe polish” was a leftover biscuit (and yes, that grease in the biscuit really made those Mary Janes shine!)

--We washed our hair on Saturday and mother made pincurls and secured them with bobby pins.
Credit: ehow


During summer school vacation:

--When the polio scare came along, we were not allowed to play outdoors very long when the sun was bright; it was believed in some way the sun or heat caused the disease. Also, no swimming in public pools, another way it was believed the disease was spread. (I do not know, and have not researched the validity of those fears. At any rate, the vaccine came along and we were safe!)

--No reading, puzzles or games during the morning hours; chores were the order of the day before lunchtime. If there weren’t obvious chores (and usually there were!), mother would have dust everything in the house just to keep us busy.

--Mother liked her nap each day after lunch, so we were required to take a nap as well. Naps were on the sofa or the floor with a pillow.

--Sitting on the bed was prohibited.

As we got older and were allowed to go places with friends, here were some of the rules:

--We could NOT go out of the house on Monday night. Mother’s reasoning: “If you start out going somewhere on Monday night, you’ll want to be gone every night.” It was just one of those mother rules!

--Staying up late on Saturday night, whether at home or out with friends, was no excuse for sleeping in on Sundays and missing church services.

--I felt like one of the most under-privileged teenagers in America when I missed all The Beatles performances on The Ed Sullivan Show on Sunday night. Sunday night was for church services, no exceptions.

--Curfew was 10 p.m. As we became older teenagers it was 11 p.m. I don’t ever remember being allowed to stay out until midnight.

--When you returned home from a date, the front porch light was on and mother was waiting for you in the living room. As soon as the car stopped in the driveway, she had better hear the car doors slam shut immediately or she’d be out the front door!

--“Appearances” were everything. You could never allow teachers, neighbors, family or community to speak ill of you because of bad behavior of ANY sort.

--No “straight skirts” until high school; they had to be gathered or pleated. I recall that mother broke that rule for me and allowed me to have a “straight skirt,” (we also called them “tight skirts”) when I was in 7th grade. I remember that skirt to this day! I also remember what a fit my sister pitched, saying I was trying to be “too grown up.”

--If you went to a school, or other event, you better stay put in your seat; no “prancing in out and trying to call attention to yourself.”

--No shorts except at home.

--You should never, ever telephone a boy.

Well, I think we grew up just fine. At the time, we thought some of the rules were unfair, but we never doubted our parents’ love for us and the responsibility they felt to raise us "right." And it probably made us more disciplined and responsible adults. Our upbringing was stricter than some but I believe it did us no harm.

What were some of the rules enforced on you when you were a child and a teenager? Did you think they were unfair? Have those rules positively or negatively impacted your life as an adult?


Monday, July 16, 2012

My New Yellow Boots



If you live in the country, you need a pair of boots. Not the fashion kind; I have several pairs of those. But you need the rubber ones that can be hosed off; the high-top kind that get you through the high grass, or the mud on rainy days.


Our recent rainy days put me on the trail of finding them, and I did:

My new yellow boots


I have had several pairs of outdoorsince we began living a rural life 19 years ago, but I was negligent, left them out in the weather and they deteriorated and had to be discarded.

I had thought I might purchase the classic British Wellies, but they can cost as much as $300. As sometimes happens, I wasn’t looking for rain boots on the day I found them. No, they are not fancy, and they were really cheap: $15.00. Nevertheless, they will suit my purposes of walking dogs on damp mornings, taking food to the kittens at the barn and gardening on wet days.

And they are yellow! To match my Gap rain slicker. Do you think it’d be too much if I also wore my yellow sunglasses? (Oh wait, if it’s raining I won’t need my sunglasses, will I?)

I am going to be very precise in taking good care of them. No leaving them out in the weather. Always remembering to wash them off and allowing them to dry before I bring them inside.

Image Credit: Digital Photography School


Now if I could just find two sets (you can't says "pairs," can you? A dog requires four!) of dog boots I’d be in good stead. How wonderful that would be not to have to clean eight dog paws on rainy days. (I just did a quick web search and learned that the boots are available at PETCO. I’m going to spring for them!)

By the way, years ago when I had a Cocker Spaniel, I did buy little boots for him. It was hilarious watching him try walk. He was able to kick them off in a moment so that didn’t work out so well.
Image credit: The Green Head/Pawz Natural Rubber Dog Boots


If anyone has ever dressed a dog in rain boots, please let me know what success you had!


Sunday, July 15, 2012

The Thomas Berry Howard Tragedy




Thomas Berry Howard (1851-1885) was my great-grandfather – my mother’s mother’s father. He married Sarah Caroline Jenkins in 1871. They had five children, three sons and two daughters, my grandmother, Florence Alabama, being the youngest.
Thomas Berry Howard, 1851-1885

During the summer of 1885, a political race and election was under way in the district between one Andy Landman and Francis Powell. Powell’s brother-in-law, Bayless Howard (not sure if he was related) had assisted him in the campaign and “bad blood” in regard to political activities had developed between Bayless and Landman --  to the point that Landman had threated to kill Bayless.

On Aug. 6, 1885, there was a picnic at the Winford Goodman Spring (this location is less than ¼ mile from where I live today). Reportedly, Andy Landman had been heard to say he was going there to kill Bayless. At the picnic, a fight developed between George Landman, Andy’s brother, and my great-grandfather (the two were brother-in-laws, as George was married to Thomas’ sister). A crowd developed around the fight, and someone went for Andy and told him about it. He pushed through the crowd, pulled his gun and shot and killed Thomas B. Howard. He held the crowd off with his gun, got onto his horse and rode away.

A note of explanation at this point: Part of the above information, with the exception of the political race and the fight, was known by my mother and her two living sisters, when I came upon this information about 15 years ago. The one additional thing they knew was that Landman was reported to have said, “I’ve killed the best friend I ever had” before he rode away.

But I came upon a manuscript, written by Morris Howard (a distant relative; there are many, many Howards in this area) during the 1960s, on the Howard family of Lauderdale County, Ala., that expanded my knowledge on the subject. This, when I was conducting  genealogical research of my own. Within the document is the story stated above and which I will continue below.

Morris Howard records a conversation he had with my grandmother about the death of her father. It is brief:  “I talked about the incident, at length, with a daughter of Thomas B. Howard, Mrs. “Bama” Howell (no date indicated). She said she had just started to school and the Landman children were real nice to her.” (Is this all she told him? Is this all she knew of the incident?)

My mother said the tragic incident was never mentioned as she was growing up in the household that also included her grandmother, Caroline Howard, the widow of Thomas B. Howard. I find this to be extremely strange, don’t you? The only explanation I can think of is that, sometimes, people in olden days did not discuss incidents of the past that were painful to them. This was a family of storytellers, people who sat around in the evenings talking because there was not much else to do. I only wonder why it was never mentioned in any more details than the bare facts.

Be that as it may, the story, as recorded by Morris Howard, continues below:

After Andy Landman disappeared, he apparently went into hiding; a somewhat easy thing to do as most of the area at that time was wooded. A five-hundred-dollar reward was placed for his capture. A man in the community, reported to be the only person with enough “guts” to capture Landman, was Frank Walker. Morris Howard relates several stories associated with Walker, one of his going to Landman’s brother’s home and an altercation developing.  

Several days later, Walker was ambushed and shot in the forehead by a group of men as he was riding his horse into the village of Anderson. He survived after being rescued by a group of friends and taken to a nearby house to recuperate. Men on horseback were observed watching the house. It was speculated they were waiting for an opportunity to “finish off” Frank Walker because of his stated goal of finding Andy Landman. Frank Walker died in 1885 but no more information is provided in the manuscript on what caused his death, but he was only 26 years old at the time.

Morris Howard reports that the Landman family contended that Andy did not intend to shoot Thomas B. Howard; that his intended target was Bayless Howard.

So what became of Andy? He apparently was in hiding for a considerable length of time (some say for more than a year), during which time he was hunted to some extent.

Quoting from Morris Howard: “At a later date, unknown to us, Andy was slipped to the railroad and out of the state. James (Jim) Newton, born in 1875, told this writer that he saw the wagon pass that carried Andy to the railroad. He said that the wagon had a big box on it but he did not know at the time that Andy was in it.

“A.J. “Zander” Belue said that a man (whom he names) ran into Andy later in Texas. He said that they met face to face and both recognized the other, but neither said a word. They both just turned away and Andy was never seen again.

“At some later date, a strange man appeared at the Alabama home of Andy, stayed a few days, then left, carrying the wife and children of Andy with him. It was theorized that Andy sent the man for his family.”

Now here’s a final footnote to the story. About 14 years ago I telephoned Mr. Neil Sewell of Anderson, whose farm is purported to be the land George Landman owned in the 1880s, because I thought he might have some small morsel of information about the Landman family. Mr. Sewell asked me if I’d ever heard of the “Andy Patch.” Stating I had not, he related a story that was passed down in his family – that Andy Landman had hidden out on a portion of the land in a protected, low-lying area surrounded by trees, an area that wouldn't be seen unless someone knew it was there.

He invited me up to have a look and I took my mother along as well. He loaded us into his pick-up truck and off we went, bounding over fields where no roads existed. Finally, got out and walked a good distance because of fences. We stood there and a vast expanse of land – how many acres I know not – was visible. Mr. Sewell said Andy hid out in that low land for a year and even raised a cotton crop there! There was an old log cabin-like building and I stood for a long while gazing upon it, wondering if that was where the man who killed my great-grandfather had hidden out. I lamented the fact that my grandmother never knew her father, that my mother and her siblings never knew their grandfather.

Apparently, Landman's family did not join him in the “Andy Patch,” as suspicion likely would have been aroused if they, too, had disappeared from community life. Perhaps they visited him from time to time? All this is pure speculation on my part.
From left, Florence Alabama Howard, Sarah Caroline Howard, Lula Howard.
Back row, Felix, Will and John Howard.
Date of the picture is unknown, but probably before my grandmother, Florence, was married in 1900.


My great-grandmother Caroline Howard raised her five children on her own. At some later date, after her children were married, she was married to an elderly gentleman who died shortly afterward. She then came to live with my grandmother and her husband, who had married in 1900. She lived there during my mother’s entire growing-up years, alternating her time with visiting her other children for spans of several weeks. Grandma Caroline died in 1942, being past 90 years old.

Below are a couple of photographs of students at the now defunct Howard Elementary School, once located on County Road 76 in Lauderdale County. The school was demolished in the 1960s. I remember seeing the old white abandoned building from the bus window on my daily ride to school.

The Howard School was named after my grandmother's brother, Will Howard, an Anderson merchant, who donated the land. My mother and all her siblings attended grades 1-6 there. None of the students are identified in the pictures below. (Lesson here for us: ALWAYS record names on pictures!) We believe the pictures are from the 1920s or earlier.





I hope I have not bored you with this story and the legend surrounding the death of my great-grandfather. I find it fascinating to explore stories of the past, especially when they relate to one’s relatives.

I’d be interested in hearing stories about your ancestors. Please feel free to offer them in the comment section below.

Saturday, July 14, 2012

My Food Basket Runneth Over



There’s something nice about having a bowl of beautiful fresh vegetables and fruits on the kitchen counter. I admit it; fresh produce is a weakness and I tend to overbuy. But not often! I usually get creative and think of new and innovative ways to use up the bounty from the grocery store.





I can make a decent meal with a few potatoes, an onion, eggs, some herbs and cheese. But give me fresh fruits and vegetables and I can do very good things.


Many of my friends and acquaintances say they hate food shopping, but I actually love it! It takes me forever in the grocery store because I want to look at everything. It’s eye candy and today was no exception.  I drove the 18 miles to my favorite grocery store, Publix, in Athens.


I entered the store and was greeted by fresh flowers:


and potted ones:



There were lots of enticing choices in the bakery. I bought a croissant to eat in honor of Bastille Day, but I'll have to save it for Sunday breakfast.


Look at the size of those strawberries on the chocolate cake. I thought it was crabapples until I took a closer look!



Special order wedding cakes are available:


 Nectarines

Mango and avocado


A friend of mine from north Florida grows these Tasti-Lee tomatoes and ships them all over the country. Watch for them in your store, and if you don't find them, ask that they be stocked. They are the finest tomatoes you can buy.


Lettuces, kale, leeks, beets, carrots, green onions, broccoli

Oranges

Strawberries

Fresh fruit cut up and ready to eat!

The fresh fish counter

A good assortment of vinegar and oil

Back to school? Summer only started!

Chicken

Nuts and popcorn

Healthy snacks occupy a small space

but the junk food takes up an entire isle, the only food category with such a distinction.

Processed food loaded with additives, salt and fat. No, thank you; I always pass this up.


Ice cream


Milk

Yogurt


And finally, it's time to check out and head home.


Hope you are having a great weekend. It's raining in my part of the world
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