Thursday, September 27, 2012


Even after a summer of 100 degree days that seem to never end, it is a little sad to wish it good bye.

Every year I feel the time flies so fast, but, that doesn’t stop the next year from passing even faster. Do you remember when Christmas day just wouldn’t come! You waited and waited, watched shopping happen, cookies baked, nut and date breads start to stack up. In our case, we would be getting ready for the annual trip to St. Louis, to Grandma’s house. So, I guess I could say ‘over the river and through the woods’ was real in my life.

All this preparation and travel never seemed to rush the big day. Where as, today I am struggling to come up with the idea for the last grandchild’s Christmas present and getting nervous about the preparation for the Fall craft shows. And it is not even Labor Day yet.

I move slower and think slower and these two things add up to starting earlier to accomplish the same things I used to get done after Thanksgiving. You see for me Thanksgiving is a really important holiday, but not for the retail world, for there are no special clothes, or special gifts or even TV specials attached to the holiday. Just the thought of family and good smells in the kitchen none of which generates a dime, but for the food industry.

We don’t even have our family get together on the Thursday, to save our children and grandchildren from having 5 meals in one short day :) With everyone trekking to a different home to eat, the wonderful ‘leftover’ experience doesn’t happen, so we have our Thanksgiving the weekend after. That way no one is rushed to eat meal after meal in one day and we get the wonderful feeling of leftovers only brand new.

All of this to say, I am sitting at the computer this morning in August searching the internet for that one last grandchild’s gift. And feeling less than Christmas, perhaps some ‘White Christmas’ or ‘Jingle Bells’ would help put me in the mood. And, just as I sit here to tell my little ‘time flies’ story, the morning is flying by.

Tilly signing off and hoping this finds you happy and healthy,

I am really blessed that my work room is in the basement, for it is always 100 outside! The basement is the coolest place to be. I have been working to ready myself for the fall craft fairs:
chipboard flags and star
Makes pretty cards or scrapbook page


Happy Birthday

More little girls aprons!

See I have been busy, and cool in the basement, I may not come out till Fall :)
Hope this finds you all happy and healthy,

I am not as Quasimodoish any longer. But this shingles thing was more than I had anticipated. God bless those of you who have suffered through this strange affliction.

I have not even been thinking or dreaming that much since this started, but am itching to get back into the groove. Not that this is a monotonous routine, but a good routine, to really clears the little gray cells of thoughts that keep swirling around (some from years ago).

I guess this could be titled a potpourri of gray cell clutter. I have been disgruntled recently with several things that have been happening over and over till I feel the need to declutter.

I try on the social networks to keep a fun, newsy, sharing. Family photos, connecting with friends and extended family, who have been removed from me and now we are joined and are catching up with their lives. Sharing the good things to brighten each day and sharing the painful things, hoping to lighten someone’s load.

What I keep finding are some young people preaching to me, oh you know, by me I am referring to the unwashed elderly, 60′s, 70′s, 80′s and (God bless you Mom) 90′s. Imparting their worldly, educated and just plain fresh way to think and behave. Even our own President has been apologetic, to the rest of the world for our resistance to be less like a republic and more like ‘them’ the new world order. (have I heard that before?) As I see it we (and them) are all in a world of ‘give me’. What really worries me is that I perceive them seeing perfection elsewhere and I will just be in tears when they find out there is no perfection. I see them in the streets wanting the heads of the rich, and then see them marching for good jobs at grand businesses, created by the wealthy and screaming at the demise of the arts, notoriously supported by the wealthier in our society. I see them stomping on religions of all sorts, but see them chanting for the food pantries, housing for the poor, support for the addicted and nursing of the poor. Are we, the elderly unwashed, to blame? Did we not do our job teaching history, instilling the widespread good of the faith we practiced. And, most of all did we fail in the lesson of respect of those older folk, who have lived through much more than they can comprehend?

Now I have for the most part lived by the old quote: Francois Guisot, a French monarchist statesman:stated:
“Not to be a republican at twenty is proof of want of heart; to be one at thirty is proof of want of head.”
This is also stated that variations on this quotation:
If you are not a liberal at twenty, you have no heart and if you are not conservative at thirty, you have no brain.
were later attributed to Disraeli, Shaw, Churchill, and Bertrand Russell.
I feel I have every right to feel this way, but do not force others to follow me, or belittle them if they do not. Nor do I feel others have the right to hush my thoughts because they are not theirs. And, I hope I have never hushed anyone explaining their thoughts

One sweet young thing keeps shouting about congress fiddling with her uterus. Now, I do have to admit, I have no idea how they do that, must be some kinky thing I choose not to get involved in. Just last evening I was informed that ‘some people are gay, get over it’. Well this made me joyful, for my dear friend, Gay Smith, has been affirmed. I am sure she is also happy to hear this news. I myself have spent a lifetime striving to be gay. It is not easy some days, but I have always felt it was a good thing to wake up each day and try to be bright, pleasant and promote a feeling of good cheer. Oh, post script, if they want me to know there are homosexuals, well all I can say is ‘I knew that’!!! And if they are just finding out, they are not as worldly or educated as they think they are.

Another clearing of the rattling in my brain is the insistence of those in charge, to bend what is correct, that is, to change what is correct to satisfy those who can’t accept the correct. Don’t you know ‘ain’t’ is incorrect? But, you can find it in the dictionary. Don’t you know ‘snuck’ in incorrect? If you look in the dictinary, sneak is conjugated sneak, sneaked/snuck , sneaked/snuck, sneaks, sneaking. I have to laugh, why not take it all the way and have a backslash snucks and snucking?? Oh, I have a list, but this has given me the ease I have been looking for.

I believe I will have a good night sleep, my mind is a bit uncluttered now and I am only praying that, not a soul has been personally offended by my personal thoughts being written. I don’t wish to hurt only unburden myself in the least offensive way. I can now go back to the social sites and continue striving to be gay!!!

Tilly signing off and hoping this finds you all healthy and happy!


I did as I was told ;) I went to a clinic to have my weird problems solved. I was about to give up again, when they told me it was too much for them to handle. They wanted me to get right to an emergency center. I needed to think this over, came home and decided to call my own doctor to see what he thought.

No chance to give up, they wanted to see me and to get to the office right away. After just a few questions and a caution to stop itching the awfully painful, but awfully itchy scalp and eye, or they would put little baby mitts on me, Ha ha ha ha. (At least I think they were joking) I was told it was Shingles, and it was a rather nasty case.

Yuck! just after returning home

Just as yuck, but 12 hours after starting some very expensive meds!!!

Does this look any better? This is 24 hours on expensive meds!

Now don’t you all feel very sorry for this old ‘sad sack’? I am really, really blessed that I have it and not my husband, he has a bit of difficulty coping with ‘dis’ ‘ease’ of any kind.
Being very serious, right now. I would suggest to any of you who had chicken pox as a youngster and have access to Shingles vaccination, GET IT!!! My doctor was very concerned and I am still to watch for any vision change. Beside the headaches, pain and itching, if it is around the eye there is a problem loosing your sight. I want to take no chance, I have been gifted with sight and there is so very much beauty, I don’t want to miss.
Quasimodo (Tilly) signing off for now and I hope this finds you all healthy and happy!!!

Just a little update before I start. My headaches have extended to kind of a flu sick feeling and I have a sore patch starting on the right side of my scalp and continuing down to my right eye. I look very much like Quasimodo, and itch like I have a strip of poison ivy. My family is insisting I see someone about it, so guess in the morning I will do just that.

Now for the subject of the evening. I just have to laugh, over and over. I also have to really research the word cliche. From Cliche Finder I got: A cliche is not just something that lots of people say; It’s something that lots of people say and it conveys some sort of idea or message. A cliche is, in other words, a metaphor characterized by its overuse. 
Ladies, can I just say, my husband returned from his 50th high school reunion sat in a chair and started to watch TV.
I asked, what did they have for your dinner? His reply, fish beef and potatoes.
I asked, were there a lot of classmates there? He replied, yes.
I asked, did you have a good time? He replied, yes.
I asked, did they take a class picture? He replied, yes.

I decided, since I don’t have the credentials to be a dentist, I would stop asking questions, before being arrested for pulling teeth without a licence.

Another giggle comes from the ability to read a line or two of a note or email and assume they have captured the thought. Then comes a question, back at you, that you covered in line 4 or 5. How much of a giveaway is that, that the whole note was not really read?

Now I am not saying this is just a male thing, but it sure is prominent in that sex. And the art of conversation is just as the poor old dinosaur, extinct. I was so happy to learn to play donino’s this summer, because it is something you can play and there doesn’t need to have a word spoken. My husband and I can be doing something together, without his having to listen to the spoken word.

I believe bloggers started blogging because they miss conversation. Do you remember conversation? That thing where you start off with a thought and expect others to join in verbally, expanding on or adding to the thought. This often leads to more verbal exchange as the thought expands or leads you in another thought direction.

Some are so developed in the art of conversation that you used to hope for one or two being included at your party or dinner table. I was blessed with an Aunt and Uncle who were masters of the art of conversation. They were often split up at dinners so they could be used at different tables to do that very thing. They would come up with thoughts appropriate with the place and people they were surrounded by. They were so artful they were able to draw others in the exchange and before you knew it, everyone was enjoying conversation. Unlike myself they were masters of the art, that is, they knew exactly when to stop talking and allow another to take the spotlight and would only become actively involved if the conversation started to taper off.

That is the art.
The only real conversation I seem to be a part of now is with a few grandchildren, who don’t know it is cool to be the silent James Dean type. Or even worse, strictly converse in song lyrics that can’t be understood by anyone over the age of 50. They just love to have you listen to their stories and don’t need food or drink to encourage exchange.

I will keep you posted about my mysterious disease, till then, I hope this finds you all happy and healthy!


I have been ‘poorly’ lately. I have more wrong with me than I would ever inflict on you. However, I have a new ‘puddle’. Along with everything else, I have developed headache’s and it is an everyday thing.

I must apologize to all who have suffered headaches, I have never considered this to be a real problem. I just figured you take an aspirin, take a nap and bingo, you are well and off to live your life. All wrong and I am sorry as I can be. Between the aspirin, nap, aspirin and nap, this little puddle, just stays and stays.

It seems to interfere with life from morning to night, from thinking straight to doing anything and everything. I have been excited about a new diet, to rid myself of, oh, several hundred pounds. I have been excited to put out much work this summer to get ready for the craft fairs this fall. I have been excited about learning more about this blog stuff and I have been excited about starting some Youtube videos with my new camera. As excited as I was, this little 24/7 headache has really put a large puddle in the way.

Do you see what I mean about puddles? It is not that it is a bridge to cross, a new phase in my life, it is just a glitch in the stage you are in right now.

I just felt the need to let you sufferers know how sorry I am that I didn’t realize the debilitating affects of this constant visitor. Never having had a headache before, I just didn’t realize!!!
I hope this finds you all healthy and happy!


You all know how I was looking forward to our vacation with my cousins in The Villages, Florida, USA. Now to enjoy a vacation you need to get there first. Some time it is not as easy as it sounds. Have the car inspected by the dealer for a long trip, pack light the evening before, wake early and plug in the GPS and off we go.

We did our best to try to avoid the big cities, including our own, during rush hour traffic, thus the 5 AM start. Things were going swimmingly, till the mountains in Tennessee. My ears were so painful and popping, I was really uncomfortable. There is no pulling over to recover with trucks to the left and trucks to the right. Before long we were on our way down and the pressure in my ears was letting up. What a blessing.

We were still on our time schedule, oh happy day!, or maybe not. At Chattanooga, Tennessee we came to a standstill. Still having trucks to the left and trucks to the right, all of us standing still. After about thirty minutes, we inched our way to an over the highway sign stating ‘a delay for the next 3 miles’. All told, it was a whopping 3+ hours to travel 7 miles. A little grumpy, we felt ashamed of ourselves when we came to a bent road guard rail, then a large part of the highway covered with sand and soon the remains of a tractor trailer truck, bent side way, as though it had rolled over a few times. Again, what a blessing we were safe and sound.

As we rejoiced in our good fortune and started getting back to normal speed, the car started surging forward, on it’s own. It was much like we had cruse control on, but we didn’t have it on. At the same time it started to rain just a ‘tad’. Now mind you, we are still pretty well bunched up in traffic, with trucks to our left and trucks to our right. The ‘tad’ of rain turned into rain drops the size of paper plates and started blowing sideways all the while we would have a little surge on and off. Very soon the hail started, about the size of gumballs. That would be surge, rain, hail and surge again.

Not long after, and approaching Atlanta, Georgia, at a time we thought would now be after heavy rush hour traffic, our check engine light came on. May I also add that the ‘after work’ rush hour in Atlanta, lasts much longer than the 6 PM drop off in most other cities.

Not knowing how much longer we had before the car just ‘up and died’ we stopped for the night in Morrow, GA. With my handy dandy Kindle, (thank you children!!) after getting to our room, started searching for a dealer or auto shop close. After a good meal and a good night sleep, we had a little breakfast and started off to the Auto Zone only to find out a car as old as ours can’t be put on the computer that detects problems.

My poor husband came out and broke the news, then lifted the lid, checked all the fluid, radiator, and belts he could get to with out any tools. He found nothing, got into the car, turned it on while we tried to figure where to go from here, low and behold the check engine light was out. We decided it was something jarred loose and as he checked things, it got jarred back into place. What a blessing.

We took off for The Villages and sailed along till we entered the state of Florida, just crossing the state line must have triggered the check engine, the car started to surge again and the light was a brilliant shade of yellow. I can’t begin to tell you how poorly I deal with stress. We text our children to start praying. We couldn’t see any way but just press on and pray we made it to Di and VJ’s home. We surged and drove and surged and drove, counting down the exit #’s to our destination. What a praise when we pulled into their drive way. A dealer was found and the guys took off to have the car looked at.

Big bad stuff was wrong with the car, but we were treated like a king and queen our whole time there. We learned to play domino’s, the train and the chicken foot. We played most evenings on the Lanai, that is the back porch in Florida. We got to swim, go for golf cart rides in the charming town squares,

went shopping and had both great home cooked meals and really good meals out. A great bar-b-q dinner one evening and one afternoon we dropped the fellows off to fish and headed for a charming English tea room. The menu seemed very authentic with a high tea for two, bangers and mash, scones and clotted cream and multiple types of tea to choose. There were ‘pasties’ and different meat pies. I could have gone there 30 days in a row and ordered something different each day, wow what a fun time.

We watched while the Florida coast was hit by hurricane Beryl, we were safe and cozy in central Florida, what a blessing. We did get a little rain, but that just meant more domino time.

Our cousins are Frogs, that is a year round resident, a Snow Bird is a winter resident who travels north in the summer and we are Snowflakes, who just visit for a very short time each year. When we win lotto we will definitely be, at least Snow Birds. I had the best time at the pool listening to all the neighbors and all their plans. One lady having to find a water zumba class that wouldn’t interfere with knitting class, and golfers scheduling tee times that wouldn’t interfere with their scrapbook crop, guys coordinating their dragon boat practice with their tee times and their WWII class with their chess matches. All the while factoring in the weeks gone on a cruise or junket or trip to visit their children. There is setting up neighbor plant watering schedules while away and keeping track of plants you promised to water while a neighbor is away, oh my. Come to think of it, it may be more work than I am willing to tackle. I can think of about 15 classes and clubs I would love to be a part of and that is not including the block parties that seem to be weekly if not more often. Coming up with a yummy dish to carry in to a block party every week, through the whole year can be a little daunting.

I thought in retirement you would have a chance to slow down, not the case in The Villages. These people are at least as busy as when they were employed outside the home. And would you believe they all have a smile on their faces all the time. What a blessing!!!

Hope this post finds you all healthy and happy.

We are packing to go to the Disney World for the over 60 crowd. Yep, The Villages, FL. Oh, my goodness, is this a place to have fun? Yes, a hundred times, yes. I don’t even play golf, and I think it is the cats meow. There is always something to do, some place to go, something to see. And, neighbors so friendly, you feel as if you have known them for years
I could never live there, (thats not really true) too many decisions to be made, every day of the year. Their news paper is huge and filled with more things to do than you could fit in 4 life times. A class for everything and anything from the study of ancient history to line dancing. Every type of competition from golf, on one of a bizillion courses, to dragon boat racing.

There are 2 town centers. In the evening there is something going on in each center. You have to make another choice as to which one you would like to spend your evening. A club may be showing their work at one square and big band music may be going on at the other. There may be a huge craft fair or a display of souped up golf carts.

how cute is this one??
Clubs, yes, clubs for residents from every state in the union and every country outside the US, clubs for sewing, crafting, golf cart owners, so much more I could not even attempt to explain!!
I could go on for hours, but would rather pack for our trip. Will take more photos and share, when we get back.
Bye for now, may this post find you happy and healthy!

I have a correction to a previous post. I believe I stated that I reached my peak at 8 years old, the correction being 7. Yes, I reached my peak at 7 years old and have been going down hill ever since.
I was entered in the Little Miss Pumpkin Show contest, in Circleville, Ohio, and I won! I remember very little about the whole process. The Pumpkin Show was a really big deal. And, I understand it is even bigger now than I can even fathom.
Remember the explanation of Circleville, in my minds eye. Main Street and Court Street were my world. My world was closed off once a year, and filled with the most extraordinary rides, with lights I could see from my parents bedroom window. Booth after booth of games and goodies, all home made, being sold by every scout, 4-H, church and philanthropic organization in and around Pickaway County. At the corner of Main and Court Streets was always a very large patch of the biggest and the best pumpkins, gourds and other fall wonders.

By the Big Pumpkins
The highlight for all the young women and mothers of young girls was the Miss Pumpkin and Little Miss Pumpkin Show contest. All dressed up and with big smiles, we were marched before a distinguished panel of judges, for their determination of the winners.
Our interview
You have seen this picture, but no one guessed correctly, who the male judge was. Let me show you a few more pictures:

I Still have this trophy
The previous year’s Little Miss and myself with Mr Jack Buck. Mr Buck was ‘the’ radio personality out of Columbus, Ohio. And, for those of you who don’t live in the Midwest

Mr Jack Buck
moved to St. Louis, KMOX radio and went on to be the voice of the St. Louis Cardinals.
Back then, I was still listening to the Kate Smith Show, The Shadow, Gunsmoke, Our Miss Brooks and lots more, so Mr Buck was well known to my parents because they listened to grownup radio.
When the album came out of the mothballs, and my children got to look at the photo’s do you know what startled them the most?? No, not that their mom was a Little Miss, no, not that she got to sit on the lap of Mr Jack Buck, let me show you:
before judging

Yes, they were speechless that we were allowed to ride on the hood of a car through the parade route. Well, we all lived and I won the Little Miss title 1952.
Again, I guess I just was not as impressed by the whole thing, not like I would have been if I were a teen, and truly understood what an honor it was to represent the festivities. I only know I must been in 2 parades a day for 3 days. This was not a hard thing for me, we could walk to the parade starting area and could walk from the end site and in between I just sat and smiled and waved. The same could not be said for my poor Mother.

note the gloves
Do note the gloves. Now every young lady wore gloves, the only problem was that I only owned one pair. In order for them to be snow white for both parades, my Mom would grab the gloves off my hands as soon as the float stopped and would run home, scrub them in the sink and put them in the oven to be ready for the next parade. Just no time to put them out on the line to dry, they wouldn’t be ready for the evening parade.
I am so used to the dryer that this makes me laugh inside myself now, but I dare not let Mom know, she still remembers ‘the frantic glove bake’. You know if you are not careful and don’t watch close, you could end up with burnt gloves. That would have been a disgrace, she guarded against that with all her might.
I do remember the float, it was so big and beautiful. I do remember thinking, everyday, how did I win this, with a beautiful blonde curly haired girl next to me, that in my mind looked just like Sonja Henie, why did she not win? Never figured that one out.

My little town explodes
Can you believe my little Court Street and Main Street? Oh, my goodness, can you even understand what happened to my world once a year? Life couldn’t be any better. There were pumpkin burgers, pumpkin bread, pumpkin ice cream and the largest pumpkin pie, baked by the town bakery and placed in the window of the bakery till the last day.

the end
There were many winners, everything from canned fruits and vegetables, baked goods, pickles, preserves, plants and flowers. My best friend just won the blue ribbon for her perfect dahlia, I believe it was. Elaine forgive me, if it was not a dahlia. But do look at what I did find. Elaine has twin older sisters and they won a sewing competition where they sewed a 10 piece outfit including dress and coat and would go on to the Ohio State Fair. Most of my children haven’t a clue how to hem a dress. At least that is what they tell me when they deliver their sewing chores.

Flo and Jo
There were baby parade’s and the prettiest baby was chosen, the best decorated bike, the best of everything is honored each year. If you can imagine Christmas, Easter and 4th of July all rolled into one it would be The Pumpkin Show. The time when my little town turned into the largest, brightest town on the face of my earth.



I am going to do just a short post tonight. I will do a real post with pictures on the world famous Pumpkin Show, but I have a little tease first.
I know this is not so fair for those not living in the Midwest, USA, but for those who do, I have a photo that is a ‘guess who’. And, no my family is not allowed to enter, cause you all know who it is.
For the rest of you, first to guess will get a free leather cuff from my shop at, your choice of size, and I will take care of the shipping.
Who is the gentleman in the photo?


I wanted to talk to you about Pumpkin Show in this post. As I scanned pictures and news paper photos into the computer, I decided I needed to say a little about Circleville, first.
I still see the town through the eyes of a youngster, because we moved back to St. Louis when I was a freshman in high school. I never lived an adult life in Circleville, so my mother and I see the town in a different way. She could tell you about the grocery store, it’s name and how it was set up. I bet she could even remember the prices of some of the staples!
I, on the other hand, remember non of that. I remember it was a wonderful place to go on Saturday and sit to watch the farm families come in to shop. Guess I have always been a people watcher, never thought about this till now. Families I didn’t know, and wow, they would leave with what seemed like the whole back of the truck filled with brown bags. We were a family of 4 and that was the number of bags I can remember being brought home. Never dawned on me that we could go to the store any time any day, it was one block away.
My whole life seemed to be Court Street and Main Street (think of a plus sign, Court Street going up and down, Main Street going side to side). Then there was Pinckney Street, where I lived. in a duplex. next to Grandma Clifton. You know the lady that was so much like a grandma, that you just had to call her Grandma, even though she wasn’t related. Pinckney Street was one block from Main Street, I just had to cross the street, walk down the alley and I was on Main! From a quiet tree lined street with some lovely homes, some big, some small and some that sat cattywampas to the street (the town was really built in a circle and several of the homes were still standing) to a short walk to the busiest, bustling street in the city.

Woolworths, the drug store, grocery, jewelry, bakery, and all the stores a person needed to live a good life. Yes, we even had a Montgomery Ward Catalog store. We had all these fine amenities because we were the County Seat of Pickaway County.
Most of you will have to Google the people I will be talking about, that is a reality check, for sure. Two famous stars were born in Circleville. Polly Bergen and Ted Lewis. For Polly For Mr Lewis
I believe I can still sing Me And My Shadow, word for word. Mr Lewis never forgot Circleville, he would come back from time to time, especially at Pumpkin Show and there were times he would bring a famous friend with him. I remember Sophie Tucker, The Last Of The Red Hot Mammas, being one, with her feather boa. Both of them riding in a big black convertible, they were bigger than life. Mr Lewis provided gifts to the city, the park was named for him. The swimming pool, (that came when I was older) where I taught swimming, to youngsters in the early morning (when the water was freezing) was donated by him.
My grade school was a good walk, up Pinckney turn right, down Court Street to High Street, up several blocks on High Street was a BIG OLD two story building. That was my grade school. I can remember huge rooms, a lot of wood, floors and staircases on either side of the entrance hall. I remember fruit rolls, for our teachers. That was a wonderful secret communication between class mates to surprise a teacher by bringing a piece of fruit and at a preset time we would all roll the fruit up to the teachers desk. I remember loving to swing as high as I could, a seesaw that would take your stomach away at each decent and marbles, oh how I loved to play marbles.
We came home for lunch, there was no cafeteria, so the walk was twice the distance, every day. This reminds me of our bird. I don’t like birds (inside birds), they are messy and I think they belong outside and I have always been a little afraid of them even before Hitchcock’s ‘The Birds’. But Mother had a special bond with the bird and the silly thing would sit on her shoulder as she worked. It also had a penchant for butter. I came home one day for a lunch of my favorite, tomato soup. I liked to crumble buttered crackers in my soup, and I guess you all know what is coming. Yep, the dumb bird flew from Mom’s shoulder and, like a dive bomber, flew into my soup. I was so frightened and mad, I went back to school hungry!
Our home was, I believe you call them cannon ball homes, living room, dinning room and kitchen straight through the house. The upstairs was the master bedroom, hall, my bedroom and my little brother’s bedroom. That was a puddle in my life. He had to go through my room to get to his room. He would go days and days, only going through my room in the evening at bed time, but should I have a friend over to play dolls or dress up, he seemed to have to go through my room at least twenty times. A brother, sister thing I am sure, but at the time it was a very big puddle.
There were two totally awesome things about my home. One, was the fact that it was on the parade route, right by my front yard. People would come from all over Ohio to enjoy Pumpkin Show, but all we had to do was sit on the front sidewalk and 2 parades a day came right by. The second was that the side of the house was a stucco type siding and embedded into the stucco were small pieces of colored glass. To me it looked like a wall of jewels!!! Don’t tell a soul, but there were times I would go to the side of the house and pick some ‘jewels’ out of the stucco and put them in my jewelry box with the dancing ballerina.
As I got older, 7th and 8th grade were in front of the High School. So my walk would be up Pinckney turn right on to Court Street and walk for a very long time, till you reached school. Court Street was a wonderful place to walk. It was just one big beautiful home after another. Old three story homes I just knew must have servants and very rich people living in them. I really never found out, so I remain with my imagination. Have you seen the movie Meet Me In St Louis, with Judy Garland? Their home was like the Court Street homes.
That was a bit of my life in Circleville, Main Street, Court Street and our Pinckney Street. This has been a wonderful look back and I have remembered a ton of great friends, and great little memories, the penny candy store, Uncle Fran’s nap on the piano bench, 3 digit phone numbers, Daddy’s garden, our hammock, Grandma killing a dozen chickens hanging from the clothes line then plucking them clean, her coconut cake and front porch swing, visits from my best friend, then and now, my Dian, and the ‘Dingle Brothers’ who walked the alley behind our house, that would make this post miles long.
Thank you for taking this trip back with me and I promise Pumpkin Show will be my next post. I do hope this finds you all happy and healthy.

Enough Shop Talk, Lets Talk About My Miracle

I was born in St. Louis, Missouri, however I grew up in Circleville,Ohio, USA. I really reached my peak at about age 8 and it has been downhill ever since.
My miracle was at age 5, yes a real miracle. I was a very chatty child, (OK still am) and one day in kindergarten, I must have tried the patience of the nun, teaching. I got my mouth taped, and had to sit in the middle of the room.
I must have had to sit too long and without talking, my mind was in a whirl. And, I was so embarrassed, my temper got the best of me. As soon as all the other children were excused I was allowed to take the tape off, that was my second mistake. I should have just left it on till I was half way home!
As soon as the tape came off, I yelled, ‘you are so mean and I will never come back to this school again, you will be sorry’. This is all fine, I felt vindicated! I felt much better, for just a few minutes.
I now had the long walk home, Reber Place was a very long street and my legs were very short, (again, they still are). This gave me a very long time to start to panic.
What was I going to do? How could I get out of this mess? I was going to be expected to show up Monday morning and face Sister, after my brave nose to nose rant, and be embarrassed all over again. The longer I walked, the more panic set in, by the time I was at the front door, I was crying inside. I couldn’t cry on the outside, you see there was a rule in our home, don’t come home complaining about the teacher or what penance you had to pay or it would be doubled at home.
For a 5 year old this was a very heavy burden. What would I do, how could I ever get through this? I had really placed myself in a pickle brine with no way out. I hadn’t read Gone With The Wind yet, so I didn’t know anything about putting all this worry off till tomorrow.
As I climbed the stairs, we lived upstairs in a 2 family flat, I got sicker and sicker, but had to buck up so Mom would not suspect. We had half day class, Mother had lunch all ready for me as I entered. She was so sweet and kind, I was a little suspicious and a little guilty, after my evil morning.
She even sat down with me while I started to eat. This was strange for she was always cleaning, cooking and washing everything that would stay still long enough. And, she was talking kind of soft and very soon I was understanding what she was telling me.
Not to upset me, she was kindly telling me daddy had taken a grain inspecting position in Pickaway County, Ohio and we would be moving to a place called Circleville. I wasn’t to worry or be sad for we would come home often to visit all our family. And our grandparents and aunts and uncles would come to visit us. Well this all just drifted thru the air, all I could think of was the fact that I could go Monday and tell Sister I was going to move and would never come back again!
I was so very sure this was a real miracle, truly heaven sent, nothing what so ever to do with Daddy applying for a better position, NO this was a miracle sent by God.
I have never had a week end so filled with relief and joy since.
Have posted a few pictures of Circleville’s famous Pumpkin Show and a link for you to see a little of the town that saved my mouth from another taping.
Till we talk again, may this find you all happy and healthy! Continue reading


Well it is real. I have done it. Yep, my store is open and I have some things listed. My bingo bags, evening purses and leather cuff bracelet are in my store, at You can see some of my work if you click crafts just under my bridge.
Now I am so scared someone will buy something. What will I do? I know so little about mailing and there are 2000 choices. My own little town in my own little state, is easy enough, gee, if I had to, I could hand deliver, but this is no longer the case. The world is the place now. Do you know how to get a bingo bag to Australia, UK, Japan or Siberia??
All I know about is the commercial, ‘if it fits it ships for one price’. Do you know how many containers there are in that category, both boxes and envelopes? Dozens, yes dozens, large, medium and small, flat boxes, large, medium and small fat boxes, large, extra large, legal, DVD, and bubble lined envelopes. All are a different amount, and I didn’t try any of them on my crafts, to see what will fit in what size box or envelope. When you list your craft, you, at that time, must say how much the craft costs and what the shipping will be.
I did add, in my store policy, that any over charge in postage, if over 99 cents, will be refunded. I will have to figure out how to do that with PayPal. I think there is a way, just don’t know what it is yet.
Do you now see why I am so upset someone might acually buy something. But, if I had waited, till I knew all there was to operating the shop, mailing, payment and refund, I would never get the store open. You see I am old and don’t have the years of research left to me.
It was kind of a thrill to see my work in my shop, so with my knees knocking, I wish this post finds you all happy and healthy, till we talk again.


I did promise we would talk about ‘free’ clip art. I can start by not naming names of all who made the statement ‘just type in free clip art, you will find thousands of free clip art’!!!
Well, yes you find thousands of sites saying FREE. But, no, it is a trick. They say free, but when you click on the site they want you to create an account, before they will even let you see what they have. Or, yes, pretty clip art for free, unless you want to use it, then you have to pay them $99.00. Or, it is free copy right, but the photo costs $50 or more depending on how many times you want to use it.
Free is just not free, ever!!!
I found a site with many images that were lovely at Dreamstime and even though it states free-images, the bridge I found for my store on Zibbet not free. I was able to purchase several clip art photos for only $9.00 and am free to use them for my store, or any site I want, on business cards, or any promotional item.
Now, this is not free, but if you are facing a $99 purchase or a $9 purchase how much thought needs to go into the decision??
I will try to link and bridge I picked to this chat. Tell me what you think about my new bridge. Yeah, it worked, and this is not too far to walk to come visit my shop, it is just beyond the line of trees :)

Do hope this finds you all healthy and happy!


Oh, dear friends, if I didn’t have more than I can handle trying to figure out the features of this blog, I have decided to use for my store.
This may take several posts. I was able to set up my account and pay. Oh, that was very easy. Now the fun. Pick a color for your background, pick a color for titles, pick a banner.
Now I have a banner, the one I use here, I wanted to use it there. The only problem is where in my computer would that photo be??? I looked in my photos, that made sense to me, nothing. I looked in documents, couldn’t find anything there. I must back up and let you know I have ‘pictures’, ‘my pictures’ and ‘Zoner Photo Studio’. I believe pictures and my pictures is just Windows photos. How did I end up with two,???, have no clue. Now, Zoner, I got because some computer geek said it was very easy to use, edit and manage your photos. That turned out to be pretty true. Yes I was shocked.
Well I found the photo between two photos of my youngest and her family, I have no clue how it finally showed up, or why it was where it was. So after hours, I got it on my site.
You then need to say a little about yourself (well a little is about all there is to say about myself), welcome visitors and thank them for coming. This was not too hard, my Mother and Father taught me to be polite. Now you need to write a message to buyers, something they will get as soon as they buy something. Again, Mom and Dad, thank you! This last one gave me hope that someone would actually buy something!!
Come to find out the above was the easy part, now you have to write your policies?? and rules?? I don’t really have any rules or policies, but since they have it there, I am assuming there is a real reason I should have some. Together with policies and rules you have to explain how you will except payment and how you will ship and the rules about these. Again, do I need to say ditto! Don’t you put it in a big envelope, take it to the post office and the postal person tells you how much, you pay and they take over??
I have been used to having people walk up to my craft table, saying I want this. I say thank you so much that will be $5. They give me $5, I put the craft in a bag and hand it to them, thanking them again. No, color choices, no banners, no rules and policies. WHAT WAS I THINKING?????
I am worn out just taking about this, I will have to discuss ‘free clip art’ tomorrow. Oh, yes, it will take a whole new day to discuss this matter.
Hope this finds you all healthy and happy!


I truly enjoy making things. I started with stamping. A wonderful group of women getting together once a month to do some cards, photo albums and scrapbook pages.
After retirement, I started sewing again. I remembered a little and my poor machine, 20 years in storage, remembered a bit and together we have made evening bags, bingo bags, aprons and pretty ponytail flowers. A few dresses for myself and I altered some sweatshirts.
At a show last year a gentleman came up to my tables and asked ‘what is an altered sweatshirt’? I simply answered, that I take a perfectly good sweatshirt, cut it up, sew it a little and poof an altered sweatshirt. He seemed to like the end result, once I showed him.
I am going to try to post some photos in the CRAFTS section. I have yet to choose between ArtFire and Zibbet. Must do this very soon. So much new stuff for this old dog. I have yet to master this blog. Again, cross your fingers for me.


I have done it again. That is, again spent hours and hours, making homemade goodies, when in the real world, I know the grandchildren would much rather have Jelly Belly out of a bag.
One Christmas I made caramel, chocolate, candy coated apples, that took hours and hours and weighed 10 lbs. each. There was melting, dipping, drying, melting, dipping and rolling in chopped candies. It took days and hours each day. I don’t know how many actually even took them out of the bag. I only know one of the children said they had several left at their home and would cut one apple up and the four of them would eat off one apple for 2 days. Mrs Prindables eat your heart out!
I got the great idea this year to make my own Peeps, that is, use Ina’s recipe for homemade marshmallows and cut them out with a cookie cutter and to make conversation candies, (you know the little hearts we get with ‘hug’ ‘kiss’, etc). Found a recipe for them and couldn’t resist giving them a try.
Once made and cut out and dried for days there was trying to decorate the little devils. See what you think, (we will now see if I can attach a picture). Hold tight. I believe I have done it, whew!!!
The first is a marshmallow bunny and a convo. candy egg. In the third is a pink marshmallow egg. You might see the plastic egg in each container, I didn’t make them ;) but did put a little coinage inside. Nothing wrong with some candy and a little jingle in the pocket.
Will be cooking tomorrow, so will wish you all a sweet Easter and Passover for my Jewish friends.


I have visions of a young person getting hold of this blog and having the best laugh of their day.
I finally gave in and called the ‘concierge’, (that made me feel important). Now I was asked for several #’s, yes, I had them, no, I couldn’t find them as fast as they were being asked!!! But, this fine gentleman, perhaps realizing he had a real problem on his hands, asked for my address;, and boom he had it. Now as I asked about the fact that it seemed as though I had two sites, one that was a generic page and one that I had been working and posting on, he confirmed my suspicion.
Yep, you guessed it, I had two sites. I didn’t know my site was already set up, so I followed the written instructions and set up a new site. I am so sure, at least I gave my ‘concierge’ something to talk and laugh about tonight at the dinner table, when asked ‘how was work today, dear?’.
Next problem, my real site had nothing on it, my ‘wrong’ site had everything. Now can I get back to it and copy and paste what I had done and bring it to this site??? Yeah, yes I did. So proud! First puddle, behind me.
We will soon see if I can add pictures of my crafts and connect my store to this site and vice versa.
Now adding pictures, I plan to do very soon, maybe even today. But, my store, that is another story. I have been looking for a place that is right for me. Etsy is wonderful, but so very large and overwhelming, Zibbits seems to fit just fine, but is not here in the USA, so I could get caught in international shipping, before I have mastered local shipping. I have been looking into, though it is new and small, it just might be where I belong.
Off for a little more research, we will talk again soon.


Well, I am in the middle of a ‘puddle’. Knowing nothing about a computer and it’s workings and terms has just been joined by the workings and terms having to do with blogs Yes, this is a real puddle.
So far I have managed to post a welcome and a little profile. However if I go to the sample page is there??? Back to the instructions.
Another wonderful thing is the ‘about me’ posted and I guess I stuttered because it is on the page twice and I haven’t come to any instructions, yet, that help me delete the second posting.
Now I know it is a moot point, if my blog won’t show up when someone enters my address. But, what if I actually get it to work?? My very uninteresting ‘about me’ double entry will be out there for all to see.
Back to instructions