Sunday, May 3, 2015. To make 4 pieces of clothing from my era for the Vintage Sewing Pledge. Squeak in under the bell as one of those.

Friday, February 17, 2017. Memories of Barnwell Part 1. Barnwell has changed a bit since I first saw it in 1978. My dad was considering a permanent position with Chemo Nuclear and my mom, brother and I came for a visit. The office at the site was a trailer and Chem Nuclear had a road tech department that staffed outages. This is what my dad was doing for them. Jack and Jeans had two .

On the way to Critter Farm. Wednesday, April 1, 2015. And, thankfully, we are back home now. Kai has been poked and prodded and shaved and swabbed, and we were sent back to the farm last night with a sheet of instructions and an arsenal of medications. Due to multiple nights of minimal sleep, however, I find myself now completely exhausted and totally unreasonable - and this is a dangerous state to blog in. Monday, March 30, 2015. My llama girl, Kai, is sick.

A glimpse of life on a 250,000 acre working cattle ranch. Saturday, March 3, 2018. My first clue that this may not have been a real good idea, was when it took 8 men to load her, and one got smashed in the gate. They finally got her aboard, and my primary thought was. how am I gonna milk this monster, all by myself? Now, as you well know, a newly freshened goat,.

Home Of The Brave Quilts. Monday, August 10, 2015. The thirteen year old began work on these two blocks part of a BOM GM had purchased many years ago. But it allowed me to sew most of my clothes, a dress for ten shillings worth of fabric, no pattern I had no money left for patterns! Ah the days of student penury, LOL.

Sites and Sights along the Sacramento River, and Throughout the Sacramento Valley. Tuesday, February 24, 2015. Thanks for visiting this blog. I am no longer posting new entries, but will update previous posts as needed. Tuesday, February 17, 2015.

Still a work in progress, but I hope to move the site to a permanent home sometime soon. The Right Tools for the Job. I normally prefer wood or bamboo knitting needles. Probably because I do not hold them with a light touch.

This was originally published in My Southern Heartthe Stories. It was August of 1994 and I had just lost my Mother at the age of 90. It was a deeply sad time for me and my three sisters and our families. I was working full-time and still had an eighth grader at home, so I did my best to keep life steady and normal . I had lost my Dad four years before. I was only 48 and had lost both my parents. Years later, my children would be 36, 35 and 25 when they lost their father.