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Bascal Italy Aluminum Glasses

These poor items collected some dust! They were sitting in a vintage Coca Cola crate in the corner of my dining room. 

1950’s aluminum glasses bring back a lot of memories.  Memories of my childhood, my grandmother’s kitchen.

Grandmother had very few kitchen cabinets.  They were white metal cabinets, with one large shelf that ran above her kitchen sink.  On that shelf was a set of 8 aluminum glasses, all stamped Bascal, Italy, very much like the ones that I have.  Grandmother’s glasses were in perfect condition, mine are a little worn (picked up piece by piece in antique shops). 

I just saw a set of 6 Bascal, Italy aluminum glasses online, $98.00.  Oh boy…I would love to have them! Bright purple, blue, green, silver, red, orange, gold and pink!

My memory takes me back to the front yard where grandmother served homemade lemonade out of a Bascal pitcher.  Oh, how nice those aluminum glasses were to a child on a hot summer day, filled with ice and lemonade.  And to visit on the front porch of the house, or under the trees in the yard.  Of course, we sat in metal lawn chairs.  I think they might have been called fan chairs.  My brother and I would count the train cars as they passed (down hill from the house).  The town was a stop for the trains.  My grandfather retired from Cottonbelt many years ago.  He snuck me on a train once, drove down the tracks about 100 feet.  He said to me, “I am not supposed to be doing this!” Wow, the power under my feet in that engine, and we were only inching along!!

Some of my fondest memories come from grandma’s kitchen.  Here was a lady named Minnie.  Her little body matched that name.  Her perfectly starched house dresses, full aprons, hair pinned up, and tiny wire rimmed glasses all fit to a tee.  And her kitchen was her kitchen! From the pink tiles, to the green formica topped table with chrome legs.  Nothing was fancy, but all was memorable.  And in the oven was her wonderful cheese and macaroni.  One the side cabinet were cakes and pies.  Always something to put the weight on the bones (except her tiny frame).

When grandpa hung around the kitchen too much, grandma would let  him know, “Get out of my kitchen, George!” That was the only time I would hear my grandmother’s voice go into a serious note!

Wonderful memories…and aluminum glasses.  Makes me sad, happy, and blessed to have the memories that I do.

Have a beautiful day!

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September Sunrise

From enjoying the sunrise…to treasured time with friends…working on the tractor project.
 
I hope you are also having a relaxing Labor Day Weekend!
 
 
Massey Harris 50 Taking A Bath

Massey Harris 50 Taking A Bath

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(Grandma’s) Copper Penny Carrots

2 lb pkg fresh carrots

1 onion

1 green pepper

1 can tomato soup

3/4 c vinegar

3/4 c vegetable oil

1 c sugar

1 tsp prepared mustard and Worcestershire sauce

salt and pepper

Peel and clean carrots.  Cook until tender, drain and slice.  Place in a bowl.  Mix the rest of the ingredients in pan and cook until heated, then pour over carrots.  Let set overnight.  Salt and pepper to taste.

 

Grandma has been on my mind this week.  I miss her! Oddly, I do not remember these flowers ever popping up before, 3 of them did this week.  Grandma had flowers such as these in her yard.  She called them Pink Ladies.  She told me that they only bloom once a year and they bloom for only one day.  I guess I am about to find that out. 

By the way, I did a search on Pink Ladies and found Pink Ladies Slippers, which could be another variety of these flowers.  They apparently also grow on long single stems.  Whatever the true name of the flowers are, they are beautiful.

The copper penny carrot recipe was grandma’s.  Each time I visited her home she would tell me, “These are Father Pat’s favorites.  He always asks me for them when he visits.”  I would imagine he did. 

The last time I visited grandma in the nursing home, she talked to me about Mary, the grand-daughter named after herself (and her mother).  She also talked about her visit from Father Pat.  As I left she hugged me and said, “You are such a sweet lady, you will come back and see me?” That was good enough for me.  She remembered Mary, she just could no longer link her to me.

A few days later I received the call.  Grandmother was in the hospital, and it was not good.  I walked into the hospital lobby and was greeted by a man that I did not know, a pastor, a man also declared legally blind.  He really could not see me, he later told me.  He walked up to me, held my hand and said, “I am father Pat.”  I thought my heart would stop right then and there.  I thought I was too late.  “I am going to lead you to her room.  You need to pray for her, she is at peace.”  He walked me up and down the corridors.  We took the various elevators.  He knew his way around.  He talked lovingly of my grandmother.  I then knew why grandmother spoke so highly of Father Pat.  He also told me that several days before her hospitalization he had visited her and she asked him to pray with her.  She was able to recite everything that she knew, and spiritually she was ready to leave this earth apparently.  And at those words my heart was broken, but I was at peace because my grandmother did the right thing.  It gave me strength that was immeasurable.

I stayed with my grandmother until the end that day.  I held her hand and talked to her about letting go, and even though she did not answer me, we talked about where she was going.  It was beautiful.

So…there is my story about copper penny carrots (almost the color of Father Pat’s hair), big grin!!!

By the way, the recipe calls for Mazola oil.  And 3/4 C is a lot of oil…in my opinion!

Have a beautiful Tuesday!

 

 

 

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Tractor Project 009

You will not find the B&B Gallery Of Fine Art in any major city, in fact, if you do a Google search, you will only find it here. 

As the parts were hung on wires today (to paint and dry) I saw it as some crazy looking modern art work, perhaps a mobile of some sort.  Love the red headlights?

If you are interested, there are numerous posts regarding the tractor project(s) published to this blog.   Just click on the tractor project tag located at the bottom of this blog post if you wish to see more. 

Weekends are enjoyable, especially when they are with our friends and working on these projects (Bob and my husband, Bob)!

This particular old gal (Massey Harris model 50, year 1956) is really shaping up.  She runs like a dream and she is slowly receiving a fresh coat of paint. 

And here is my good friend, Bob, sanding away at a side panel today.  He definitely was having the hand cramps!

Tractor Project 007

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We get reminded now and then, no matter how busy life gets, nothing is as important as maintaining relationships.  Regular contacts with friends and family brings the “Ahhhh” back into the world.

Yesterday the guys worked on the tractor project.  I worked on my friend’s computer for a bit. 

After visiting for a few hours, I made a trip to the deli to pick up chicken and sides for lunch.  When I pulled back into the driveway I was greeted with, “I hope you bought enough.”  Extended family had shown up.  I had Luise with me, a wonderful friend.  She has Alzheimer’s disease, so I am very careful with her.  I love the feeling when our time together is successful, when all goes smoothly.  I have learned a lot from her.  Even now, as she can not put things into words as well as she used to, her wisdom still trinkles out, and I soak it in.  Anyhow, I said to Luise, “Do not unbuckle your seat belt, we are going back to the grocery store!” She did well, she really did.  I could see the tiredness in her eyes the second trip around, and her tiny hand began to feel cold.  We hold hands while we are out, unless she is pushing a cart.  She trusts me, and I feel confident in knowing that she will remain with me as long as the trust is there.  Sometimes I feel that I do not do enough for others, that I, myself, are way too busy to do what is needed, and when I can help, even with a smile, it is more fulfilling than anything else possibly can be.

I talked with another friend this morning, one whom felt rather neglected.  It makes a person quickly realize that friendship cannot be tossed about.  We all have feelings, and we all need a boost now and then. 

My sister just entered a new phase in her life.  I cannot tell you exactly what the change is all about, but I can tell you this, you ought to hear our recent phone calls, our text messages, and our emails.  Giggles abound.  But I listen, and I try to help.  She is growing in this new experience and I am proud of her.  I could not imagine not being here for her.  There is nothing like a sister!

Just a rambling about friends and family.  And really just a reminder to myself this morning as I sip on my coffee and reflect on the world.

Off topic just a bit…I am still cleaning up the categories here, and hope to get a blog roll added back in.  I was very excited to see each and every comment from the old blog appear.  I found it interesting how the posts came in one day and the comments imported slowly the next, as I wiped the sweat from my brow but no complaints here.  It was successful!

Have a beautiul Sunday!

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I have been thinking about my childhood a lot lately, summer seems to bring back a lot of memories. Looking for photos to share. There are not very many to be dug up, but I’ll get the job done little by little.

So, today, to steer away from any prior topics altogether, and to add some humor, I thought I would share this hilarious photo of me and my sister and brothers (L to R, Robert, myself, Georgia, and John).

This photo was taken after my sister’s high school graduation. So, it dates right at 21 years old.

Dig my big glasses! I thought those were the coolest! A boss at work, a really funny one, used to say she loved my Vogue glasses, but she pronounced it as Vog (bog) – ue (you). Hysterical! The round face, the perm, and there were more than likely combs in my wild hair. That was quite the style in 1988! We have all put on a few pounds (except me, I have lost a number, thankfully). And we now have either more grey hair, and some (not me) prefer to add blond to cover the grey. Tee hee. My sister will whack me for saying that!

Hope you all are enjoying your Saturday! I am…I am feeling very much better, still have a climb to go, but the sprint in the step is coming back.

Now…how about some of your lovely past photos? Dare to share?

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The old gal is starting to receive a new coat of paint, one section at a time. This is her instrument panel. The old Massey Ferguson red sure is a nice hue, not too bright, a beautiful deep cherry type of red.

New gauges await the instrument panel. We will need to let the panel sit for several days now, since it was just painted today.


The faded gal is going to love her new red!

It was good visiting with our friends today. We have been busy for a number of weekends. My husband has been studying, I have been working in the soap shop, and it has been too hot to throw open the garage doors (even though our friends have air inside the shop). Today we enjoyed our great friendship once again!

You can follow prior tractor project posts here.

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The tractor project continued yesterday. I always have a good time with our friends, learning about tractor parts, listening to the guys find more problems, and better yet, find solutions. They love what they are doing! I loved hearing the tractor run.

Sunday was the day to begin removing parts from the old gal that need repainted. My husband, pictured above, finally got to use his new sand blaster. He donned a mask, then a hood, long suede gloves (his welder’s gloves) and went to town sand blasting.

Pictured below is the “before photo” of the tractor’s pull hitch (in an old water trough converted to a sand blaster tub) before it was sand blasted. The next photo is the hitch looking nearly new. Amazing. The guys then put the metal frame of the tractor seat in the trough. It came out beautifully clean, ready for paint too. The cushion part of the seat itself is on order. Expensive!

The ’56 Massey Harris model 50 is going to be really spiffied up!

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Happy Mother’s Day

Mother’s Day holds fond memories in my heart.
Imprinted in my mind is the visual of my younger brother sneaking off to a shopping area on his bicycle, with pockets filled with change he had saved. He would return home balancing baskets or trays filled with petunias.
I can feel the warm May sunshine as I reflect on my mother happily planting her new petunias in her window boxes, and later, the tall hollyhocks that grew from seeds in the back yard. She definitely would not work outside in cool weather. But she also never liked to close the windows to her house, something that I believe I acquired from her. The love of fresh air, the openness. Thank you, mother, for your devotion, for being my best friend.
The other special lady in my life was my grandmother. She was something else. She spoke her mind. There was no shy bone in her body! And she still was not very quiet about her appreciation for getting kisses from the “nice young man (men),” even at 80-something years old. I loved her stories. And I also loved her sayings, such as, “You ornery wart!,” with her Southeast Missouri draw. She inspired me with her gardening, canning, cooking and crafts (sewing). Grandma clearly lives in my heart. Grandma was a good lady who left wonderful warm memories. I hope she knows that.
Savor your memories, grab them now if you can, and I wish a Happy Mother’s Day to you, and to your mother as well!

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This past Sunday we visited our good friends. It was a tractor restoration day. This is Bob (our wonderful friend, not my husband Bob) pulling back off of the street, returning to the garage.

This is the newest tractor project. She is a dandy! I love this one!

The guys did not know how soon she would be running, but wouldn’t you know she is putting right along already! So far they have adjusted the hydraulics and the carburetor, and Bob has given her new tires. Great progress has been made.

This girl is going to take a lot of work, but I think the more work they need, the more interesting they get!

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