Monday, April 28, 2008

Questionable Intentions? Fear?

Intuitively, we all know the "right thing to do." This space tonight is dedicated to all those whose spoken and written words betray the fears they hold inside, often at the expense of loved ones, and whether intentional or otherwise. Those whose actions are contrary to doing the right thing, may they quiet their minds long enough to find the strength to learn to be true to themselves.

“As you sow so shall you reap” - Proverbs

“My mind is a garden. My thoughts are the seeds. My harvest will be either flower or weeds.” -- Mel Weldon

"Inaction is an action in itself." - Deborah Lowrey

“What we see depends mainly on what we look for.” - John Lubbock

“Patience is power. Patience is not an absence of action; rather it is "timing;" it waits on the right time to act, for the right principles and in the right way.” -- Fulton J. Sheen

“Fear is that little darkroom where negatives are developed.” -- Michael Pritchard

“The eye sees only what the mind is prepared to comprehend.” -- Henri L Bergson

“It is good to have an end to journey toward; but it is the journey that matters, in the end.” -- Ursula K. LeGuin

“Neither a lofty degree of intelligence nor imagination nor both together go to the making of genius. Love, love, love, that is the soul of genius.” -- Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

"The mind has no answers. The heart has no questions." - Proverb

“What the fool does in the end, the wise man does in the beginning.” - Proverb

"Your vision will become clear only when you look into your heart. Who looks outside dreams, who looks inside, awakens." - Carl Jung

"Anyone can become angry, that is easy….
but to be angry with the right person, to the right degree,
at the right time, for the right purpose, and in the right
way…that is not easy."
--Aristotle

"If I am not for myself, who is for me?
If I am only for myself, what am I?
If not now, when?" - Hillel

Illusions are the truths we live by until we know better. - Nancy Gibbs

Tuesday, April 22, 2008

Happy Birthday, Shawpy!!

...and Happy Earth Day, too!!

Been thinking about you throughout the day, but knew you had various plans all lined up, so I just left you a fun text message. I hope you had a fantastic day!

Hey, tell all the kin hello from me when you go down county, it'll surely be loads of fun! Give the Mom a warm hug from me...


Thursday, April 17, 2008

How Down County Farmer Kids Made Apple Cider in the 70's

There are many ways to make homemade apple cider, but here is how we did it.

First, you have to have an antique apple press, but you don't know it's an antique because it's just a tool that's been in the family for a long time, and something that you use every year when apples are in season. Usually we make applesauce with all the "extra" apples that all the kids didn't eat (including ourselves), but we loved to take out the press and make the cider.

You are supposed to put the apples in a bucket and fill the bucket with water to "wash" the apples. Then, try to pick out the ones that don't have too many worms in them. If the apples have worms, we were supposed to cut that part out and give the leftovers to the pigs. Yes, every down county farm has pigs!

Spray out the cider press with the water hose and position some sort of bucket or pan to receive the cider once the press is started. I don't remember what went there so well any more. The press is a hand cranked sort, so we take turns doing the cranks, which was actually fun to do. We were kids, so it was usually a competition over who could turn it the most times. Of course, sometimes the garden hose sprayed people and not just apples, a good thing for the hot summer days.

Then, it's simple: drop in the apples, more as the apples get pressed thru, make sure the discard pan collects the mashed up seeds and skins and other junk that squishes out. Of course, sometimes a worm-apple gets dropped in and you can't get it back out once it goes down. Sometimes a daddy long legs gets dropped in, just for fun, I think! The reasoning was, "it's going to get cooked anyway, so any bugs that are in it will be sterilized by then."

Disclaimer: this photo is not my original. Unfortunately, I cannot find the original to give proper credit, but this is very close in design to the one we used to use. Apples go in from top, hand crank, and juice comes out down below. If I can, I will post an actual photo from our family cider mill.

Give the pressed apple juice to Grandma to have her cook it in large pots on the stove for some amount of time, I think until it gets to almost boiling for a certain amount of time. She usually canned most of the juice/cider for us to have in the winter time, but we did get to drink some at the time.

And tasty it was. I fondly remember making the cider, as well as the many other projects and chores we had to do on the farm. Maybe some of them were less "fond" than others, but when they are all dropped in the memory bank, I do appreciate many parts of my childhood. Another bonus that came out of our apple cider press project, besides the fun we had in the moment, was when I learned later in life that a certain percentage of bugs is acceptable in inspections by the USDA. Ewww!

Want to know how to make your own apple cider press? Check out the website here!

Unexpected Occurances in a Day

It started like most others: at some point in the night or morning, the little guy climbs up in bed and either goes back to sleep, or cuddles. Today it was closer to 7 AM when he arrived, so shortly afterwards, the alarm goes off. He was exceptionally cuddly and in a fantastic mood. Your heart has to melt a little when your baby tells you, "Mommy, you are beautiful! And, I love you more than all the stars in the universe! More than anything, that's how much I love you. And, Papa too!" He gave hugs and was loving everyone, not grumpy at all.

I took out clothes for him to wear, shorts and a t-shirt, for we've been having 80+ degrees of weather this week. Mike told me that it was going to be at least 20 degrees cooler today, weird weather! Well, we just took out all the clothes that no longer fit, which means we need to go shopping again, little bugger is getting taller and taller, and all but two of his pants were in the washing machine wet. This left him with camo- pants, which he has trouble working the button still, or sweats, which turned out to be slightly too short. He opted for the sweats, but they will go bye bye after the next laundry.

As soon as he was dressed, he decided today was going to be a Spanish day, all words in Spanish! His pre-school has several spanish-speaking families in it, and their curriculum for his class is to speak Spanish in the morning and English in the afternoon. He really knows a lot of words and phrases, but his repeating of the same is not always accurate. He settled on something like, "mia, si'a, mia" and if we didn't get what he was saying, he showed us or made noises or hand jestures, and only responded if we answered him in a spanish phrase. He wouldn't even take the bait when Mike tried to lure him in with one of the annoying and repetitive songs, like the Chicken Dance, or Mahna Mahna, only Spanish today. This continued all the way to school, so I gave his teacher fair warning!

Caught every single traffic light on the way to school. As in, all of them.

At school, I had tried to reconcile the accounting ledger, but it is about $57 off in receipts, but matches the budget in actual available dollars, so I think we are missing a receipt/entry. A parent gave a check for a money donation from her family, so I need to go to the bank to cash that. All in all, no biggie. Got to my car, only to find I had forgotten to take the check and all my paper copies, so had to go back in and go them. Christopher was setup with watercolors and was painting on a coffee filter that they were going to make into butterflies. He smiled big and gave me a big kiss. The other kids asked, "Virginia, are you working here today? No? Well, then were are you going?" They ask a lot of questions. Then, the other class was preparing to go on a field trip to the zoo today, 43 degrees and very possible rain, and all. It did snow in the mountains and foothills, as well as in Santa Fe, and you could see the rain coming down all around the city, so what a day to go to the zoo! Just like the yard sale last Friday, when the weather had been perfect for a couple weeks, the one day we are going to be outside, it was COLD and windy, oh well. High temps reached around 61 or 62, a big drop from 80-ish yesterday!

So, get back out to my car only to find that the trash dumpster truck had arrived. Been coming to this school for almost two school years now, and never once timed my outside time with the dumpster truck. It was not helpful to see that my car was only about 2 ft away from the truck, as I had parked in a parking space, but the one next to the trash space. Good thing no one was in front of it. Had to wait for him to leave, which took a few minutes, and it was COLD outside with the wind blowing. Felt sorry for the kids to have to go on a field trip in the elements.

Drove about a mile south on 4th street to the post office to mail some "D" new quarters to one of my brothers, for his quarter collection, so I had to go inside to get it stamped and mailed. Christopher had come in with me one day last week to mail a few "love cards" out, that he had made two days prior. He was very proud of his love cards, and gave them to the guy, Bill. Then he asked Bill to show him where he was putting them all, so he showed him the box quickly, so Chris didn't go all the way around the desk to see for himself. He did his happy dance once all his letters were mailed, which he had only asked me about 10 times for "when can we mail my love cards, Mommy?" Well, today, Bill was there again, and when he was finishing up with me, an older gentleman came in with a delivery slip. Bill said "there are two of them back there", and the other guy came back a few minutes later with a double-decker set of boxes with lots of holes that were making "cheep, cheep, cheep" noises from within. Baby chicks! USPS delivery! So, I asked the dumb question, about do you have to feed them overnight? And Bill said that "Oh, they always come here in the morning, and he picks them up right away, so they really aren't here long." In case you haven't guessed it, the North Valley is a little heavy on the rural side, with chickens, goats, horses, sheep, and assorted other critters in most back yards.

Next, to the Mexican Drink Nazi! Her store is across the street from the post office, and I wanted a breakfast burrito, and possibly a horchetta (mexican rice drink, made with milk and cinnamon). The last time I went in there, I asked her if we could have 8 drinks of horchetta, and she looked me in the eye and told me "No. I can give you two." So I asked if she didn't have 8, did she have 4, because then we could split the 8 into halves so we could all have some back at the school (teachers and the assistants). She said, "I can give you two." She poured the two and even though there was enough left in the pitcher for at least two more, she put the pitcher back and served me my two drinks. I paid and left, scratching my head. My friend said I should have pulled my hair up in a different way and went back in to order two more, but I had already left from there. Then, the teachers called in a food order and asked me if I'd pick it up when I got the drinks, and she was a little surprised when I told her what had happened. So, here we go again, I return about an hour later from an errand to pick up the food order, and ask her if she has any more horchetta drinks left. She softed up a little and said, "yes, I have one or two" and she served them up. Then she told me that the next time I ordered, to tell her where we were calling from and she would know that we were really going to pick up our order, and she said she had been saving the other drinks for someone else, but he didn't show up so he missed out.

So, here we are today, and she served me with a smile, and said to come back again!

From here I went to my chiropractor appt, which I used to do 2x a week then 1x a week, and now only go 1x a month. This month I had to go about 2 weeks ago because I caught a stupid cold, after just saying how I hadn't gotten sick at all this winter season, and when caughing, I threw my lower back out. Couldn't hardly walk, couldn't hardly get out of bed, don't talk about a chair. No fun! Well, while there, he does a machine reading on my back, and does a machine adjustment where it shows it is needed (this is an awesome machine, beats the hell out of the regular adjustments process). Then, he does a cold laser on my wrists after adjusting them. As for the wrists, I swear by him. I couldn't hardly lift a cast iron frying pan with both hands when I first saw him in 2005, but now both my wrists are feeling great. I do have the problem with carpal tunnel after doing all that typing for so many years, but I don't feel a thing in them anymore, no more pain! Anyway, while sitting in there waiting today, as I was about 40 minutes late for my appt., there were two older ladies also in the waiting room. One was wearing a black skirt, black socks and slip on shoes, and a black superman t-shirt. She had short hair and no teeth. I was coughing (although better with the Mucinex) due to the horchetta drink I had, some of the rice went down the wrong pipe, I think. So, she got up and went to her coat in the hallway and came back to ask me, "do you want a lemon drop?" and I said yes. So she handed me an unwrapped lemondrop that was in her hand, and I took it, and it was good. Guess it's good that I'm not too much of a germ-a-phobe. We was talking to the Doc's wife, Flossie, when a phone started to ring. Superman lady asked Flossie, "Is that your phone?" which it was the office fax machine. Then, she said, "Oh, well, I was just wondering if it was my phone in my pocket." Moving right along...the other lady had orange-ish hair and she was very elegantly dressed and did not participate in the conversations at all. She went in first, then me and then superman lady. When I was on the chair, the older woman came in to ask the Doc a question about her wrist that was hurting, he said to put some ice on it, and it should calm down since he had already done the laser on it. When she left, Mark (the doc) told me that "that lady is 91 years old! she started coming in because she could no longer garden every day for 6 hours straight before her back started hurting." This lady is still driving and fully independent, gardening, interesting, a great role model!

On my way out of the chiropractor's office, I got into a discussion about the kids with Flossie. They have two adopted children and one natural born son, and they have mentioned in the past how they celebrate "arrival day" with the girls, as well as their birthdays, and I think also "adoption day" is a celebration. We celebrate both adoption day, which is May 5th and his birthday on May 15th. Turns out Flossie's son also has a birthday on May 15th, but he always complains about how it's not fair that the girls get two big celebrations, and he only gets one. So, his solution: he calculated back to the day when he was conceived, and now he celebrates "sperm day" as he calls it. He's 15, it must be fun to have a sperm day when you're 15. Kinda nasty if you think about it, cause it means you are remembering when your parents did the deed to make you.

Next to the job, where I do billing for a plastic surgeon/ear, nose & throat doctor. He's in h
is mid-thirties, and he only works the clinic where I am on Fridays. In fact, I was working there for almost 3 months before I finally met him for the first time. He works another clinic the rest of the week, and does on-call emergency work at the hospitals on some weekends. So, his other clinic is so successful that his wife quit her job as an attorney to stay home with their 2 1/2 yr old boy and to "check in on the office" where I work. Seems our office isn't making enough money, which might be because he only works one day a week there, but now she has set up shop in the space where I do my work. Last week, it was Monday, Tuesday and Thursday. On Thurs, I had to leave because she was conducting meetings in there. So much for communication. And she's apparently not a very "warm and loving" sort of person. The boss, well, he calls the office manager repeatedly. For example, he called her 5x in a row this afternoon when we had stepped out to go to lunch. He knew there was a tv filming crew in the office all morning to film part of a tv special to air in May of one of his colleagues who is an esthetician (sp) and when they left, we all got lunch. He calls her obsessively like that at least a few times a day, whether she answers the phone or not. She could be in the bathroom, and unable to answer a cell phone, but he'll keep calling until she does answer. So, she will turn in her 3-wk notice tomorrow afternoon. Which means, I will finish up the project I am working with and then I will probably also bail shortly afterwards, likely in about a month, unless things improve drastically. The bosses' wife "drops" by to check out what people are doing, and is sneaking around rather than asking direct questions. They are festering an atmosphere of distrust, which is ironic because this is about the most honest group of women that I've ever worked with in all of my working years. Their loss.

Anyway, while at the jobsite, tried to do the billing for the charts that just came available yesterday. In the middle, one of the other tenants asked me to do reiki on her for 30 minutes before her next appointment. We've only done it twice now, but she really likes it, it's a good thing. Next week we are going to pull out my motherpeace tarot cards, and that will be fun, also. In talking to Elizabeth, the one being filmed earlier in the day, she is intuitive and does reiki, reads palms and does cards, and other things. Her mother sounds like a real gem, can't wait to meet her. She read my palms and said that I had "a lot of things going on right now, a lot of things, lots of love in my life, and there was a time where there was a drastic, major change in my life, one that made a big impact. There are changes in the future, with two major choices of roads to take, and both the roads are related." Well, we'll see. She was right about what she said that has already occured, thank goodness those years are gone.

Off to pick up Christopher from pre-school. Called my sister Juanita on the way to his school. She is doing well, just very busy. I'm lucky to have such an intuitive and caring sister, one who "gets it" and who understands some of they whys of life. Once we get to school, there are still 6 kids left to be picked up by parents, a little later than I had wanted to arrive. I usually like to get him by 3ish, so he doesn't have too long of a day. Well, today was a good day for him, which is always a bonus. Some days the kids "put sand in my hair" and that is not fun to get out. When leaving school, he started back on his Spanish language, which continued through the shopping at Sam's club and also at home. We are going to have to get a spanish dictionary so I can tell him the right words for everything, I can only remember random ones at this point.

Dinner of baked salmon, corn on the cob, left over rice, and applesauce. Then, read ZooBooks magazine about lions and a Highlights Magazine--and off to bed for the little guy! He's been so tired all week with his schedule thrown off over the weekend and Monday (had an EEG done, which means you have to make him sleep deprived to do), he just wakes up still tired in the am.

After he went to bed, the phone rang with a local "private" number, but I answered it anyway. It was his pediatrician, calling to tell me she saw he had an EEG done, and what's going on, so we discussed all that, and she's going to check some things out and call us back. I'm glad that she's on top of his chart, since we usually only get to see her when he's really sick and it's been a few months.

And here we are. Mike should be getting off work soon, having to work until 9 pm on Thursdays. I need to start my homework for my next class that begins next week. It's stats, yay. But, I need to do a little more prep work for it, because the last class kicked all our butts, finance and accounting. Seriously, that's not an exaggeration of how tough and frustrating the class was. The only good thing about it is it's over....

This was long, you didn't have to read it thru, it was really for myself, and my amusement. It was a good day, just lots of odd things that crept into the day, pretty much at every turn. One thing for sure, I do love my family and am so glad we got Christopher, he is a great guy!

Thursday, April 10, 2008

Champion fur trapper in the county!

A friend of mine recently returned to Montana to attend the funeral of her older sister. While there, she met many townspeople of this small rural "Northern Lights" -like town. One woman at the dinner she attended was wearing a fox fur coat. Deb commented on this coat, telling the woman that it was very beautiful. This lady responded with, "Oh, thank you, I made it myself. I trapped the foxes, cleaned them, and made the coat! I am the champion fur trapper in the county, and I have other ones that I also trapped and made. I have one from squirrel, one from racoon, and others. I'm just a great trapper, the best one in the county!" Pride!

I don't care who you are, you can't make up stories like this!

Guess it was my turn

So there I was, April 1st, playing a few jokes on the unsuspecting, but keeping it relatively tame. The best joke is always one that "gets" Mike, but he wasn't gonna get caught today, no way! Turns out that one of his co-workers did get him, and she told me about her plan about 3 months ago when I visited him for lunch one afternoon. It's quite funny, and so elegantly simple.

She had the receptionist give him a handwritten phone message from a "caller" that wouldn't leave a message on the phone system, but wanted him to call her back. The receptionist spelled the name wrong, which made Mike suspicious enough to do a google search on the phone number before calling the person back. Most of his callers at his job gladly leave messages. This one was from "Myro Mains" when it should have been "Myra Mains" instead. Either way, when he called me, he asked me "Why is French's Mortuary calling me at work? Who died? Do we know anyone who died?" It took all I had not to burst into laughter, because even though he had googled the number, it didn't click about the name. So, I asked him what was the person's name, and when he said it outloud, he "got" it and then had to laugh. But, did he admit that someone had gotten him? Of course not! And he didn't mention it again at work. Unfortunately for him, I saw one of his co-workers a few days later, and not knowing that he didn't talk about it with the girls there, we got on the subject of April Fool's day and how funny it was that they had gotten him in a joke. She was surprised to find out, because he had played it off so well as though he knew all along. Well, the jig was up, and now he had to go to work the next day and admit that although he didn't actually call the funeral home, he did get tripped up on the joke.

So, that was the fun on April Fool's day. As for me, I just lost $50 cash that came from a parent at the pre-school for a fundraiser. She had left the money with the teacher, and when I took it, I had it folded up in my hand until I could add it to the other monies received. Well, we buckled the little guy into his seat, then we drove towards home, only stopping by a drive-up mailbox at the main post office to drop some letters in the mail. There were two letters, and they had been sitting in the passenger seat of the van. I realized when I got home that I didn't remember putting the money anywhere, no recollection whatsoever. After searching the car, it dawned on me that I had either dropped it at his school in the parking lot, in which case someone there must have needed $50 that day, and it was my turn to fork it over to the universe. Or, I had accidentally dropped it into the mailbox with the two letters, which is where I think it went. Well, stupid me, I call the post office to inquire if "someone found $50 in the outside drop box" that night. Fortunately, the post office was closed, so no one answered my call. I'm sure that on April Fool's Day that if someone had actually found the bills in the box, they'd just have pocketed them and never said a word. Then, someone like me calling in to ask if there was loose money in the box would (1) not be believed because of the date, and (2) become the butt of the jokes for a long while. No thanks, I realized the only solution is that I understand that it was just my turn to send monies anonymously into the world. Haven't we all found money laying around at one point or another? Well, this is how it gets to those places.

As for the money, I had to take it from my own pocket to put in to the fundraiser. We raised $469 on this fundraiser from the sale of peeler cards, so $50 is a rather large percentage of the profits to just lose. Well, the rep picked up the balance of the cards on Tuesday, and I laughingly told her that the fundraiser went well, except for me losing the money on the worst day possible, where no one would believe what had happened, especially the post office workers. I wanted to purchase some extra restaurant cards at the reduced price, so we could use them in the end of year raffle in May. I think she felt bad for me, so she gave them to me for the grand cost of $5 for all 5 of them, instead of the $30 cost it could have been. Yay! Every little bit helps!

Sunday, April 6, 2008

It's a Parade!

Starting the decorating of the banner....
** All the kids from both classes got to help in the decorations, and they also made their costumes**

What: Spirit of the North Valley Parade, 10th annual (the north valley is an old area of Albuquerque, where there are families living on the same properties for generations after generations! We used to live here from 1993-1998, and we loved it!)

**Fortunately, the paint came off easily**

Theme: Outta this world

Costumes: paper shopping bags spray painted by parent volunteers, then 100% decorated by the kids, head bands made by parent volunteers, faces painted and hair sprayed various colors, all to make them each into a form of alien from the future.


**The finished banner, with the unintended artwork that remained on the wall!**

Float: trailer with rainbow table skirt and front banner on truck made by children's hand prints with printing by teachers.


**Our Christopher, waiting for the float to get organized and started**

Place: Met at El Pinto Restaurant and the parade went south on 4th street for about 1 mile, ending up at the Raymond Sanchez Community Center, where there was a carnival, dancing, live entertainment (music, canine show, acrobatics, more) and raffles.

** Float in progress**

We met early at 8 AM to decorate the trailer, which was not that complicated, but given that we were expecting anywhere between 20 to 40 kids, you have to factor in extra time. Got the bales of straw arranged, tarp in place, blankets on top to keep the babes from scratchy bottoms and legs. Then, inside to paint faces, spray hair all the colors of the rainbow, and have the kids pick out their favorite head bands and choose an alien costume. Too fun! Most of the girls wanted flowers and mariposas (butterflies), and the boys wanted dinosaurs, stars, and race cars. Two of the boys present recently lost their dad, and they and their little cousin all asked to have his name painted on their little round faces, so we did, and gave hugs too.


Ever tried to herd over 30 kids to get organized and make sure all have used the potty before embarking on a parade?!

**Some of our little alien parade kids, waiting for the float to start**

Then, loaded the little ones up, some on the trailer, some on the truck bed, and they all fit, plus some of the parents, too. Thankfully, a shuttle took the rest of us parents to the starting point, so we didn't have to walk both ways. Parking was at a premium by this point! Fun fact: besides the Christmas party and end of year party, this is the biggest parent and student participation we've had for any event all year!

Check out the pictures, to see some of the interesting folks we passed on our way. The parents all had baggies of candy that we were asked not to throw at the spectators, and to instead to hand them out. So, we did, even though several really wanted to wing some of the candies from the float instead.


**One of the parents throwing candy to guy watching parade from the top of his camper**

**Spectators sitting on the old style mailboxes, still in use here**


Passed the judges station and all the kiddies did their thing and waved and yelled loudly. Worked, because they won 1st place for Best Decorated (which was extra great, since the kids were the majority of the decorations, and the artwork was also theirs!) For the benefit of the school: Prize is $200 cash, plus a $100 gift card from Party City, and a case of El Pinto salsa, what a winning day, and from the looks of it, everyone had a blast! Most of the kids got to go to the community center and enjoy the carnival that was setup for them.

The "check" is about 18" tall and 4' wide. For fun, we stuck it behind a pillar near the doors of the school entrance. When the teachers arrive in the morning, they will see it peeking out from the pillar and then they will know their hard work in assisting the children paid off!

Reality Check: one of their signs said

"future graduates, class of 2021 and 2022"

Jeez...... it'll be here as we blink our eyes!


**Riding the "train" around the carnival grounds**


He insisted on trying the climbing wall...even though this was not long before we left for the day and he was TIRED as can be from playing in the bouncy jumpers for literally hours! You should have seen the look on the guy's face when he told him he was "going to turn 5 on my birthday in May"

It was a great day today! then, got home, did the dinner thing, bath for the little guy, read a book, and off to bed for him. He was even too tired to eat all of his dessert, but he was coherent enough to know he liked it a lot and asked if he could put it in the fridge to have again tomorrow.

So, it's true: everybody DOES love a parade!

Tuesday, April 1, 2008

The Snore that Sounded Like a Calf

I spoke to my Grandmother yesterday and she told me the snoring story again, which makes me laugh each time I hear it! My grandparents had a 100-acre working and tobacco farm when I was little, and Grandma still lives there. Gramps, bless his soul, passed about 12 years ago, but I love it when he visits me in my dreams.

Anyway, they always had chickens, cows and pigs when we were growing up, and those animals were forever having babies. One night in the summer, Grandma woke up to Gramps snoring loudly and the "cows making such a racket." Try as she may, she was unable to wake him to go check what was wrong with the cows, seems they were bellowing quite loudly with no intention of settling down anytime soon. She said she was also unable to wake my uncle sleeping upstairs, who was probably exhausted after feeding them and doing all the other farm chores that "someone has to do."

Well, after getting up to take care of business, getting a drink of water, and walking around to check things out in the house, she realized that the cows were bellowing in response to the snoring from Gramps. Their bedroom faced the fields and barns, and being the summertime, the windows were all open (there was NO such thing as air conditioning back then). Each time Gramps snored, apparently it sounded like a small calf, which was distressing to the cows as they bellowed their response. It wouldn't stop!

So....she did what every loving farm wife would do: she took out the tape recorder and taped the night music. But then she didn't tell anyone for a long time, at least a year! It just wasn't the "right" time, or the right circumstance. Until....one day it came up in conversation--Gramps' snoring, that is, and he flat out denied that he snored so loudly. Unable to contain herself anymore, she finally confessed to her recording and brought it out for him to hear. I love hearing the laughter in her voice as she recalled how he laughed so hard when he heard his own snoring and the responding cows bellowing that he had tears running down his eyes. He had the best laugh!

It is truly a treat when she tells stories when we talk or visit, and it makes me realize how lucky I am to still have her. It is refreshing to hear her voice and her laugh! As for Gramps, he's still here also, and when he visits me in my dreams, he never speaks, but he always laughs! It's the magical moments like this that help keep me energized....