Fairytale Friday

Once upon a time,  in a brand new Executive Cottage on Kentucky Lake, we had a one and only family vacation.

Aunt Vena, Uncle Herschel, Linda, her friend, Norma, Grandma and Grandpa all came down and we spent (I don't remember how many days, probably just a weekend) at this cottage.

Aunt Vena brought a cake recipe with her - a chocolate cake recipe that she got from her pastor's wife.  She even brought a pan with her because she wasn't sure if the cottage would have the right size pan.

That cake has been baked again and again (if, for example, it had been baked once a month since summer of 1967 it would have been baked 528 times).  It has been passed on to the next generation (Shelley and Hannah both make the cake).  It has been passed on to cousins (Rosemarie baked it this week).  It has been passed on to friends (Nancy Anne baked one for us and brought it over still warm). 

Fairytale Friday

Shelley and Grandmother, Rowena Dunn

 Once upon a time, a beautiful princess was born......wait.....that's not a fairytale!  It actually happened!  HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SHELLEY!!

Fairytale Friday

I decided to try creating a weekly entry called "Fairytale Friday".  Named this, not because the stories aren't real, but because they come entirely from our memories and therefore, can no longer be independently verified.  That means, there is likely a bit of fantasy mixed in.  Not intentionally, you understand, but just because our memories sometimes either blur or become exaggerated over time.  I'll want to include your stories, too.  So be thinking....until then....

Once upon a time, there were crayons and a table.....

...and as far as I can remember, the table sat in the living room of the old funeral home.  When I was a little girl, Maudie would color with me at this table.  We lived across the street in the little white house and when all the other grown ups were busy, Maudie would watch me.  And color with me.  And demonstrate infinite patience with me.

The little table now lives at my house, the cut glass candy dish one of the last things Mama gave me.  She said the dish needed to live with me because it always sat on the coffee table.  So for today, here's the start of our stories. You'll remember the table.  You may not remember the dish.  But you certainly remember hours spent coloring with Crayola crayons.

Finally, to tie the pieces together, a picture from so long ago of us girls on the couch with the little table just barely visible in the lower left hand corner.

(l. to r.  Beth, Cindy, Mama, Grandmother, Rose Mary, and Maudie)

PS.  Just because there aren't any small children in our house, doesn't mean that bringing out crayons wasn't fun :-)

 

Work in Process

Over the next few weeks, I will be updating this blog.  I was surprised to see that I hadn't posted since May, 2010.  I am working on a couple of projects that I hope all of you will enjoy.  Check back in a few days....I will "literally" keep you posted :-)