Valerie – Page 52 – Valerie's Voice

Spices

We all organize our kitchens in a way that makes sense to us. Then, when another person comes to spend time in your kitchen you realize some things could be different… better, even.

When my daughter-in-love started sharing our kitchen one of the areas we found that needed improvement were my spices…they were a mess. (I guess I knew that but it was blatantly obvious when she started using them!) We made a trip to Just Food Coop to re-fresh spices that I had, and to buy a few new spices. She’s a wonderful cook, and wanted some additional spices.

We decided now was the time to clean up and organize my spices.

I don’t have an extra drawer in my kitchen for spices. I was using a plastic container to store my spice jars. I had a counter-top, revolving spice rack on the storage shelf in the basement, so I brought it upstairs, washed it off, and ordered new spice jars with labels.

It took a couple of days…to clean out the spice jars and let them dry overnight…and transfer the spices from the old jars to the new…then wash up the old jars to reuse for the extra spices over and above the 16 in the counter-top rack. They are the less-used spices. I put them back into the cupboard, but in a more organized way.

Newly redone revolving spice rack on the counter. Spices in alpha order, of course.

Now the project is complete. It was fun, and satisfying.

It’s Cold Outside

We woke up to -27.4* (F) today, that’s -33* Celsius. We’re looking at both measurements right now because our daughter-in-love is use to celsius readings.

I remember one other time in the 80’s when temperatures dipped this low…I took a picture of a mercury thermometer that was hanging on our deck outside, instead of the current indoor, digital thermometer recording the temperatures outside we use now. Unfortunately, I cannot find the photo.

Snow and Cold

“I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, ‘Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.'” -Lewis Carroll

A quilt of snow fell Sunday night and we woke up to a beautiful winter wonderland.

However, the weather forecasters predict we will experience our coldest temperatures in 20 years this week, with 25-30 degrees below zero temperatures. Brrr…We will need to bundle up with our own warm quilts, inside.

Button Puzzle

As I was sitting in the sunshine the other day, sewing buttons on my son’s favorite shirt, I realized I get a lot of satisfaction repairing something that is worth repairing.

And I like puzzles.

This favorite shirt of his has been around awhile… so I started sewing buttons on this shirt before he was married. And since I have a jar of buttons, he still asks me if I can repair it.

This is the third time repairing it, and it reminded me of a book we would read over and over again to our boys when they were little called Hiram’s Red Shirt. It’s a story about a man who kept trying to patch his favorite red shirt until finally he had to buy a new one. I browsed through our bookshelves and found it, so now I can read it to the grandkids.

My story would read like this…there once was a favorite shirt with a button missing. I looked in my button jar and found a button similar to the buttons on the shirt so I sewed it on, and the shirt was ready to wear again.

My button jar…not the traditional mason jar.

A year or two later another button, or two, went missing. I will mention here – these buttons are not the ordinary dress shirt buttons and it’s amazing how many types of buttons there are in this world.

So, this time I used a button off the cuffs to replace the missing button from the buttoned placket in the front of the shirt. I used a different set of matching buttons for the cuffs…although not the same buttons, they looked similar to the original buttons, and since you don’t see the cuffs next to the placket it looked fine.

Another year or two goes by, and more buttons are broken or have gone missing. The shirt is still a favorite, is still in great shape, and is still worth repairing.

So, back to my button jar. (This is fun for me.) Two buttons are missing; one from the pocket and one from the placket. I take the button from the second pocket, sew it on the placket and then hunt for two similar buttons from my button jar to sew on the pockets. I succeed in finding two that look alike – and look similar to the original – and sew all three buttons on the shirt. It’s ready for the next go around.

Here’s hoping the repair will last another year or two. I think it may require a whole new set of buttons next time, but I have thoroughly enjoyed my button puzzle.

Ruby Red

Today was my mother’s birthday. She would have been 96 years old. She died 10 years ago, in March 2009.

Ruby.
I’m not sure the date of this photo, but I like it.
I noticed she has a flower in her hair.

I wrote this note to her for her birthday in 1997.

Dear Mom,

You are a very special person and you are my mother. Thank you for the gift of life. My life has been blessed in many ways and you have stood up for me many times along the way. I know you have always wanted what was best for me. It’s nice to have come from a stable home.

You have been through many hard times, losing your mom at a young age, losing a baby and then losing your husband at age 50. I’m sure you have suffered more than we know. You have become very strong through it all and have taught me to be strong.

You have always been surrounded by many friends and that’s a blessing. Thanks for modeling the importance of friendships.

I was proud of the house on McKinley Street. It was special knowing dad built it. You always kept it looking beautiful, as you did your townhouse and your apartment in the retirement center. You are great at keeping your house in order. I know I picked up your organizational skills. You are also a good cook. I don’t think I picked up that skill. I wish I could make a roast like you do.

I have pleasant memories of our driving and camping vacations and the great times up at the trailer on Farm Island Lake. Thank you for those opportunities to enjoy God’s creation.

I love God’s ideas of families and always enjoyed the Christmas Eve and Easter celebrations with the extended family. I am glad to have shared them with my cousins and grandparents. Thank you for participating in those get -togethers.

You’ve been a ***grand***grandmother. Thanks for loving and caring for our children and being so very supportive of them.

Happy Birthday Mom. I love you.

Ruby Red

I wrote this poem after she died in March 2009.

Red was her color
Ruby was her name
Never much recognition
Never much fame

But she was a faithful mother,
A grandmother, a friend
Loved and cared by many
Generous to the end.

She surrounded herself with beauty
Both natural and man made
She had a green thumb for growing,
An eye for things that stayed.

From the house on McKinley
To the apartment at Meadowbrook
She kept her place beautiful
It was always fun to look.

Her fun sense of adventure
Took her on many fine trips
And hours of playing bridge
Kept her mind sharp and crisp.

Being with family and friends
Made her most content
She had much joy in remembering
Those times were well spent.

So here’s to Ruby
Whose color was red
God blessed her life to 86
An active life she led.

Mary Oliver

Mary Oliver, an American poet, died yesterday at age 83. I have not read a lot of poetry. Some works I find difficult to understand, but there are many poems by Mary Oliver that I do like. I plan to reread her works. In fact, when I was looking online for information about her, I noticed one site suggested reading a poem a day by Mary Oliver. I may try that.

In the last few years I have been engaged in more poetry, especially through writings of two different friends. Just last week I went to my first poetry reading, where one of the above mentioned friends read her work, along with other poets. It was an enjoyable and enriching experience. And at times, I have dabbled in writing my own poetry.

In honor of Mary Oliver here is one poem always makes me smile (link here). It is from her book A Thousand Mornings.

“Foolishness? No, It’s Not.

Sometimes I spend all day trying to count the leaves on a single tree. To do this I have to climb branch by branch and write down the numbers in a little book. So I suppose, from their point of view, it’s reasonable that my friends say: what foolishness! She’s got her head in the clouds again.

But it’s not. Of course I have to give up, but by then I’m half crazy with the wonder of it — the abundance of the leaves, the quietness of the branches, the hopelessness of my effort. And I am in that delicious and important place, roaring with laughter, full of earth-praise.”
― Mary Oliver, A Thousand Mornings

Snow Angels

When our grandchildren moved to the Minnesota from Mozambique, Africa last month there was snow on the ground, thankfully. They were so excited to see snow. With our unusually warm January temperatures and no more snow fall since they arrived, I’m glad they had the chance to experience snow, even for a day. They made their first snow angels. I wrote the poem below, after our outing.

Snow angels
All bundled up
Almost unrecognizable
Skipping down the lane
Stopping to taste and see it is good
Noticing squirrels
And planes and dogs
Screaming with outdoor voices
Running, then stopping to fall in the snow
Beautiful snow angels
Disguised as grandchildren.

We are waiting for snow to make more snow angels, and a snowman! We have bought a scarf for the snowman. It is hanging on the coat tree…in anticipation. Let it snow! Let it snow! Let it snow!

Mary Poppins

Last week I went to the movie theater to see the 2018 Disney release “Mary Poppins Returns”. I wanted to see it on the big screen. It was well done – it had to be, to compete with the original movie “Mary Poppins” with Julie Andrews and Dick Van Dyke. The sequel had a lot to live up to, but Emily Blunt, the actress who played Mary Poppins, did a good job, along with all the other actors and actresses. It was magical.

The first “Mary Poppins” was released in 1964. I would have turned 11 years old that year. I remember I had a birthday party and three friends went with me to see “Mary Poppins”. Of course we saw it on the big screen, at the Hollywood Theater in NE Minneapolis. All movies were on the big screen at that time. The idea of watching a movie at home was unheard of.

What I remember most about the party is a gift I received. After the movie we went back at my house to eat cake and ice cream and open presents. One of the girls gave me an umbrella – which was clever of her, and memorable for me. For Mary Poppins, her umbrella was magical…and now I had a magical umbrella too.

Interestingly, this is the only birthday party I remember having as a child.

The Sixties

The Peace Sign, brought to light for me in the 60’s.

My husband and I signed up for a class through Elder Collegium entitled The 1960’s – A Shared Experience. A friend of ours teaches the class, and has taught it several times. We always thought it sounded intriguing, so now was the time to sign up.

The 1960’s was a tumultuous decade, and the hippie generation. I was just 7 years old when it began and ten years later I was in high school. Sorry to say, I was pretty oblivious as to what was happening around me at that time, outside my own little idyllic (perceived?) world of childhood memories living in a safe, wonderful neighborhood. Now I am ready, and excited, to learn more about this time period.

The class is interactive. After introductions during the first session, our task was to each share a few memories about how the 1960’s impacted us. Of course, there are the top events that we all remember from that decade… the assassinations, the civil rights movement, the Viet Nam War, and the music!!! The words people used in describing their experiences brought back even more memories for me as we shared around the room. For instance, the draft, Control Data and the first super computer, the Labor Temple in Minneapolis, roller rinks, hitch hiking, the Twist, the space program, muscle cars and so much more.

This photo of me in a field of daisies was taken in Upper Michigan in 1963. My mother had it enlarged and framed for us. Four years later, in 1967, I wore a daisy in my hair in San Francisco.

When it was my turn, I told my experience of being a flower child. I rode in an airplane for the first time 1967 and I was 14 years old. I flew with my mother to visit her sister in San Francisco. (A side note: at that time you were expected to dress up on airplanes.) The song San Francisco (Be Sure To Wear Flowers In Your Hair) was a popular song at the time, so I put a daisy in my hair when we landed in San Francisco. Not really knowing what it meant, I was a flower child for a short time! The class laughed (and no, I don’t have a picture).

I look forward to the next 8 weeks…learning history in a way that is meaningful.

Socks and Such

Last week I was able to attend a gym session for toddlers with my 20-month-old granddaughter. It was a delight to see her playing in the room full of appropriate gym gear. There was organized time with an instructor, along with casual playtime. During the guided activities moms (and some grandmas) and children sat around in a circle on the floor entirely covered in gym mats. Of course we had to take off our shoes off to walk into the room.

My mended socks with even more holes. Tossed out.

I do have a drawer full of wonderful socks. I also received two new pairs this Christmas, so why did I put on my old SmartWool socks that… just last week… I mended the toe? (There were a couple other holes in the back that I didn’t bother with.) I am not sure why – when I dressed that morning, for spending time with my granddaughter, I figured I’d have slippers on and she would not see the holes in my socks! I did not know we would be going to the gym. Well, needless to say I was a little embarrassed when we all had to take off our shoes to go into the gym room. Hopefully the young moms did not notice. I will never know. But I did throw those socks away!

And the day continued…

That afternoon, when I got home, I was working on my computer and accepted a download that I shouldn’t have, which caused a few problems that have since been corrected. That was not fun…but that was not all…

I made a great home-made pizza for dinner, and while taking it out of the oven it flipped over, and all the ingredients, including pizza sauce, spilled to the bottom of the oven and on the oven door. What a mess! We turned the oven off, closed the door, found leftovers in the frig (and cleaned the oven a couple days later!)

At that point, I settled in for a cup of tea and an early bedtime. It was fun to spend time with my granddaughter that day, but it was time to put the day to rest…thankfully each day begins anew.

I found some fun quotes on Pinterest….

Every day is a new beginning. Take a deep breathe, smile, and start again.

Every day is a chance to start over.

Amen!