This isn’t clutter — its my collectables

 

Home sweet home and in some cases it can be home clutter home. I have a cousin that saves just about everything and anything.  I often wonder if her closets and drawers were searched right now, how much “junk” would be found.

My cousin Kathy needs to de-junk her life.  Maybe she can’t help it.  Was this trait inherited?  Our Aunt Jean was known to be a pack-rat.  Often we would visit her house and I can’t recall ever once seeing the top of her coffee table.  We always had to clear a space on the couch just to sit down.

Why did my Aunt Jean have more than one stack of year old magazines lying around.  If she had to move suddenly, how much stuff would end up in the alley?  More than likely she would pack up and move everything. Only to collect more stuff in her new home.

I hope my cousin doesn’t end up like Aunt Jean.  But in her closet she has old uniforms and maternity clothes that she will never need again.  Not to mention the clothes that won’t fit or are ugly and hopelessly out of style.  She has shoes she doesn’t like and refuses to wear.  Yet she can’t get rid of them. 

I tell her that there is hope.  If she can clean up and come to terms with those few problems areas, clutter won’t have a chance to spread.  I hate to mention a garage sale. How much stuff would the customers get to look over?  We might have to borrow fifteen or twenty tables….

True, clutter makes the home look lived in.  A happy home does not have to be immaculate.  However; why hold on to old curtains or blinds stashed away.. 

I asked Kathy if someone gave her a dollar for each piece of junk she has, how much money would she have?  She had to agree, she could take a cruise to Hawaii….when she could buy a lot of memorabilia and mementos to put on table tops. 

She mentions the plaque that hangs in my Aunt Martha sewing room.  The few words written in a frame sums it all up.  “This isn’t clutter  —  its my collectables.”     

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

May 19, 2020 at 12:16 pm 1 comment

Mothers Day

The outbreak of coronavirus disease can be stressful.

Take care of yourself and your family.  I am repeating a post from the past.  Mothers Day….

 

Mothers are very special people.  My mother, is a lovely and talented lady.  Among her many talents is her ability to sew.  It’s a talent neither my sisters nor I inherited  —  whether by choice or not, I don’t really know why.

Mom made all of our clothes and some of the neighbor’s when we were growing up.  My grandmother had a treadle sewing machine she would pump away at.  My mother had an electric one that had ‘attachments’ that she would keep in the bottom drawer of the machine.

It really wouldn’t matter which sewing machine my mother used, the results were way above average.  I remember once seeing a dress in the newspaper that I wanted so much and mother just studied it.  She drew out the pattern on newspaper, cut it out, adjusted it to fit me and she was ready to go.

Placing the home-made pattern on top the dress material, she started to cut.  The scissors made a special sound as she cut through the double thickness.  She would stop many times as she sewed to fit the dress to me, all the while pressing each seam so the finished product would look professional.

I stood on a table and slowly turned while mom measured so many inches up from the table top because the last thing of course was to put in the hem.  Then the final pressing, so I would ‘look nice” at school.

My mother no longer sews dresses for me or my sister.  Her grandchildren find the clothes they need at the local department store.  She no longer sews clothing, so she make quilts. Her quilts could stand inspection from “the best of them”.

Me?  My talent is with a hot glue gun.  I can fix any hem.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

May 5, 2020 at 11:34 am 2 comments

There’s something about White Castle !

My cousin Doug, who now resides in Arizona, stopped by  last week.   We enjoyed his visit, but late on Saturday night he  mentioned that he  wanted to try some gut busters.

It  took the  hubby a moment or two to think  what he meant.    But no matter what we might  call them, we all know  why we call them what we do.     White  Castle  hamburgers  have been an  American  staple  since the  first one was served in 1921.

I don’t think Cousin Doug has ever been for a visit and not run out for at least a six pack.  The most he ever ate, that I know of, in one night was ten.  Family legend has it that when my Uncle Ron came to town he could eat 32 white castles and drink a case of beer watching a basketball game.  I do not know if that is true or not.

These small, soggy, little hamburgers really have an acquired taste.  Extra pickle, extra onion along with a slice of cheese is optional.  So why then, did we go out and bring home a sack or two late on a Saturday night?

They have to be the most addictive of all fast food.  Perhaps it has something to do with the five holes cut into each one.  My Uncle Ron would always say “Gonna get me a job at White Castle because somebody has to drill those little holes.”

This week we told Doug that if he wanted to have the greasy little hamburgers in Arizona, he could buy them frozen at a local supermarket.  He said he tried a box of frozen ones once, but could not enjoy the unique legendary taste of White Castles in Arizona.

White Castle hamburgers are grilled over a bed of onions, which produces a sandwich that is moist and excellent.  Perhaps the only thing that has changed about White Castles over the years is the cost.  Doug can remember when each hamburger cost only twenty five cents.  Yes, he is a tad older than me!

Before he left, I had a chance to ask him.  “Tell me, what you will want next time you drive through Greenwood?” 

“I’ll probably have to pick up another sack full of White Castles.” 

His answer explains why White Castles will always be an American favorite.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

April 1, 2020 at 3:43 pm 1 comment

Happy St. Patrick Day


Hopefully with the last snowstorm behind us, I would like to give you an insight through my roving reporter’s eyes this past week.

Registration is now being taken for men’s and women’s softball teams for the spring/summer leagues. Wonder if they might have to clear home plate of any snow?

Did you happen to see the early morning traffic as they maneuvered around the rabbit that was sitting in the middle of Smith Valley Road? Speaking of rabbits, we’ve had a rabbit that has been hanging around our mini barn on a regular basis. I hope he doesn’t get any funny ideas on becoming a house guest. Once I get my garden with red tomatoes….let me be the one to pick them.

More than one red bird is feeding in our bird feeders now along with several robins, which is always a good sign that warm weather can’t be far off.

The daffodils that grow along the front of my house have put forth blooms and my tulips lived through the winter, though they seem to have suffered a bit of wilting in that brief snow we had a week ago.

Yesterday my sister brought me a Mosquito plant, so that I might be rid of the pesky little critters. The easy-to-grow Mosquito plant emits a fragrance that keeps mosquitoes away! The only catch is you must rub or crush leaves to release the scent. I’m hoping to plant it along side of the garage and convince my husband to crush a few leaves each time he comes home.

Remember if you do not like Indiana weather; give it a day or two. Within days of the last snow this month, we actually opened up a few windows in the house mid-afternoon to enjoy the fresh air.

Then it snowed the next day.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

March 16, 2020 at 2:58 pm 1 comment

Saran Wrap It Up …….

 

Saran wrap, at times when I see it, I am reminded of my Aunt Mona.

When we were kids, my sisters and I yammered and argued when we sat in the back seat, on the way to visit our dear Aunty Mona. “There’s nothing to do there,” I’d say.

“She’s family,” my father would say.

Her fruit and scroll garland printed settee, chair and ottoman were all covered with plastic. Even the accent ruffled pillows were wrapped in plastic. The lamp shades were covered with yellowing plastic wrap.

In all the years of visiting, our family never touched anything directly but plastic.

I never once felt comfortable in her house.

There was an unspoken rule about visitors and fingerprints. I never once touched her coffee table. Even our parents arranged their bodies on the couch so that they never touched anything!

When she opened the door, we were hit in the face by the scent of moth balls. It lingered in the air making our little eyes water. We could even smell it on our clothes on the way home. Mother would shoot “that look” in our direction, so us girls knew not to blink our eyes or even mention the odor.

We visited in the heat of summer we knew it would be torture. “Have a seat,” she would say. Sweating away inside her non-air-conditioned house was terrible. We couldn’t even squirm around on the plastic. In this heat, once your legs were planted – they stuck.

In the living room, I was worried about my legs being permanently attached to her plastic covered chairs. My sisters and I always left the house thankful that we still had skin.

Life was never cleaner or quieter than at Aunt Mona’s house. My sisters and I sat there on the couch until Daddy would finally say, “We should get going.”

Earlier today, in my kitchen, I watched my nephew Doug poke holes in saran wrap. He had already made a mess of things in the den.

I’m just grateful that my nephew feels comfortable in my house.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

February 12, 2020 at 11:03 am Leave a comment

Indiana Weather

 

Less than a month ago my neighbor fired up his backyard barbecue. My husband rode around town on his motorcycle. Our jackets were hung in the closet and we never once thought of getting even a sweater.

Yet it looks like cold weather and snow might stick around for a while.

It is winter time. Yes, we have snow and ice. After all, this is Indiana. If you want warmer weather day after day visit Hawaii.

Weather is the topic at the shopping malls, restaurants, even grocery stores. You can’t go anyplace that weather isn’t the center of conversation. True, I am as guilty as anyone else.

Aren’t we Hoosiers? We should expect it. If you listen to some people, you’d believe it was something new. If you have switched from “heat” to “A/C” in the same day and back again, you may live in Indiana.

Perhaps a mild winter can spoil us. My mother recalls “old-fashioned” winters, when the days and nights were cold, with ferocious winds day after day for weeks.

The combined lack of sunshine with below average temperatures will amount to a formula for feeling under the weather. Thus, everyone will talk about the weather. Although some welcome any postponement of hot, humid Indiana summer, others foresee a more ominous forecast for area temperatures.

Each person you meet on the street has an opinion about the weather and they will tell you.  Get with the program people, this is Indiana weather!

Indiana High School Basketball sectional time is nearing and some of the worst winter snowstorms have struck during this time period. The snow may close schools, stop work and halt traffic. You can bet the basketball sectionals will be played as scheduled.

It is winter in Indiana.  Deal with it.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

January 10, 2020 at 2:06 pm Leave a comment

It’s Only the First of November


Notice all the houses decorated for Christmas before Thanksgiving Day?
In Mission Hills subdivision there is a turkey made from a bale of hay. Driving around town you see more than one cement goose lawn ornament dressed as a Pilgrim. In Colonial Springs there is a Minnie Mouse statue dressed as Pocahontas.
Early in the week you could hear the leaf blowers throughout the different neighborhoods. Streets were lined with piles of leaves waiting on city crews.
Yes at our house we opted to get ahead of the bad weather and decorate the outside lights. Although we will NOT turn the lights on until it gets closer to Christmas, it was easier to string the lights along the eaves when our fingers weren’t so cold.
There is a house on Smith Valley Road that has Christmas lights up and lit for display the day after Halloween. I’m afraid if we start with the Christmas decorations in October we might tire of them by December.
But then again there is a house in Northern Park that has their holidays up already….simply because they have never taken them down all year.
It is difficult to get in the Christmas spirit still munching Halloween candy

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

November 5, 2019 at 4:07 pm 2 comments

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