Sometimes you have some odds and ends left over from a project. This can be something you cooked or something you made. Here is an example of using the cut off parts of a quilt I made a few years ago for a cousin’s grandbaby.
As our family went through my mother’s personal effects, we discovered these essays, handwritten in a spiral notebook. Immediately, we knew we had found a very special look into the early life of someone we loved and admired. We’re sharing them here in the hope that others may enjoy them as well.
November 23, 1986
These essays are being written because I have often thought how nice it would be if, say, my great-grandmother had written about what life was like when she was growing up. It would have been so interesting to know how people’s daily life and experiences fitted in with the history that was being made at that time.
Horses in everyday life
When we lived at the Bruegenhempke Place (which was a farm owned by Grandpa Wellman – the house was a log house covered with white siding) Grandpa always drove over with the team hitched to a farm wagon or the spring wagon as it was called. When there was a lot of snow in the winter, he would hook up the bob sled. I remember one horse was called Prince and sometimes Grandpa would ride him. He enjoyed riding horseback. Farming was done with horses and everybody raised hay.
As our family went through my mother’s personal effects, we discovered these essays, handwritten in a spiral notebook. Immediately, we knew we had found a very special look into the early life of someone we loved and admired. We’re sharing them here in the hope that others may enjoy them as well.
November 23, 1986
These essays are being written because I have often thought how nice it would be if, say, my great-grandmother had written about what life was like when she was growing up. It would have been so interesting to know how people’s daily life and experiences fitted in with the history that was being made at that time.
Horses in everyday life
When we lived at the Bruegenhempke Place (which was a farm owned by Grandpa Wellman – the house was a log house covered with white siding) Grandpa always drove over with the team hitched to a farm wagon or the spring wagon as it was called. When there was a lot of snow in the winter, he would hook up the bob sled. I remember one horse was called Prince and sometimes Grandpa would ride him. He enjoyed riding horseback. Farming was done with horses and everybody raised hay.
As our family went through my mother’s personal effects, we discovered these essays, handwritten in a spiral notebook. Immediately, we knew we had found a very special look into the early life of someone we loved and admired. We’re sharing them here in the hope that others may enjoy them as well.
November 23, 1986
These essays are being written because I have often thought how nice it would be if, say, my great-grandmother had written about what life was like when she was growing up. It would have been so interesting to know how people’s daily life and experiences fitted in with the history that was being made at that time.
Automobiles
Since I was born on October 23, 1917, the automobile and airplane share my infancy. I remember when there were more horses with wagons or buggies around the square in West Point than there were automobiles.
As our family went through my mother’s personal effects, we discovered these essays, handwritten in a spiral notebook. Immediately, we knew we had found a very special look into the early life of someone we loved and admired. We’re sharing them here in the hope that others may enjoy them as well.
November 23, 1986
These essays are being written because I have often thought how nice it would be if, say, my great-grandmother had written about what life was like when she was growing up. It would have been so interesting to know how people’s daily life and experiences fitted in with the history that was being made at that time.
Automobiles
Since I was born on October 23, 1917, the automobile and airplane share my infancy. I remember when there were more horses with wagons or buggies around the square in West Point than there were automobiles.
Most of the projects I do in my machine shop are just for me, or maybe for Michelle. But once in a while I get a paying job. A few years ago a friend asked me to make a highly customized air rifle. I recently found some photos of the finished product, so I thought I would share.
As our family went through my mother’s personal effects, we discovered these essays, handwritten in a spiral notebook. Immediately, we knew we had found a very special look into the early life of someone we loved and admired. We’re sharing them here in the hope that others may enjoy them as well.
November 23, 1986
These essays are being written because I have often thought how nice it would be if, say, my great-grandmother had written about what life was like when she was growing up. It would have been so interesting to know how people’s daily life and experiences fitted in with the history that was being made at that time.
Airplanes
An airplane passing over was an event recorded in the weekly paper. People asked each other if they had seen it. Lindbergh’s flight across the Atlantic was a headline, a marvel at the time.
As our family went through my mother’s personal effects, we discovered these essays, handwritten in a spiral notebook. Immediately, we knew we had found a very special look into the early life of someone we loved and admired. We’re sharing them here in the hope that others may enjoy them as well.
November 23, 1986
These essays are being written because I have often thought how nice it would be if, say, my great-grandmother had written about what life was like when she was growing up. It would have been so interesting to know how people’s daily life and experiences fitted in with the history that was being made at that time.
Airplanes
An airplane passing over was an event recorded in the weekly paper. People asked each other if they had seen it. Lindbergh’s flight across the Atlantic was a headline, a marvel at the time.
When you spend time backpacking, you get close to nature. We’ve shown you some of the wonderful things we’ve seen out in the woods in other posts. Here’s a look at the variety of critters and plants we saw over a few days this spring.
Early spring brings new green growth with the trees leafing out. These pictures were taken from the top of Frank Grubb Ridge in Deam Wilderness in southern Indiana. It was a grey, misty morning, but you can see the green just starting to show.
As our family went through my mother’s personal effects, we discovered these essays, handwritten in a spiral notebook. Immediately, we knew we had found a very special look into the early life of someone we loved and admired. We’re sharing them here in the hope that others may enjoy them as well.
Georgie’s Intro – November 23, 1986
These essays are being written because I have often thought how nice it would be if, say, my great-grandmother had written about what life was like when she was growing up. It would have been so interesting to know how people’s daily life and experiences fitted in with the history that was being made at that time.
At Home on the Bruegenhempke Place
When I think of it, it is always summer. I used to get up in the morning, go out to look at the flowers and garden. If a new flower had opened I would go in to tell my mother and be disappointed if she had already seen it.
As our family went through my mother’s personal effects, we discovered these essays, handwritten in a spiral notebook. Immediately, we knew we had found a very special look into the early life of someone we loved and admired. We’re sharing them here in the hope that others may enjoy them as well.
Georgie’s Intro – November 23, 1986
These essays are being written because I have often thought how nice it would be if, say, my great-grandmother had written about what life was like when she was growing up. It would have been so interesting to know how people’s daily life and experiences fitted in with the history that was being made at that time.
At Home on the Bruegenhempke Place
When I think of it, it is always summer. I used to get up in the morning, go out to look at the flowers and garden. If a new flower had opened I would go in to tell my mother and be disappointed if she had already seen it.
I’ve discussed cooking in camp in several different posts (you can see them by searching with the camp cooking tag). When it comes to packing food for a backpacking trip, you have to balance the weight, bulk, and calories to suit your needs.
Mabel and Mildred are twin sisters. They were born on April 10, 1913 in Coldwater, Ohio to Clarence Arthur and Sarah (Sadie) Elizabeth Hoel Ransbottom. Sadie (Walt’s aunt) had three sets of twins.