A very different point of view comes from this older sister.  I have heard that this is the between generation, where we have to take care of our aging parents and also the children, grandchildren, and even great grandchildren.  Yes, I do have a great granddaughter and that makes your favorite blogger a great-great grandmother.  …

NOTE: Mrs. Crumly is improving everyday but still has a long way to go. Prayers are still needed everyday. Thank you all again for keeping this blog up and running. We keep her informed everyday of the hit count and the comments. Sorry some days the blog is late being put up. That is my…

For a number of years I taught quilting in the Metro Atlanta area and this recipe came from a lady in one of the classes – I can’t even remember her name.  She had connections — family or good friends – in Spain and as a result I made three Dresden Plant quilts that were…

NOTE from Russ Austin.   As I looked for another great re-post a word Mrs. Crumly has not used here is “hope.”  I am ONLY 50 years old and I grew up hearing a really great friend to daddy and our family, Mr Kermit and others,  use “hope” as in  “I hoped my wife in…

Guest Writer:  Beth Littlejohn While we should remember to be thankful everyday there are some days that demand more than normal.  Today is one of those days for me. Mother has turned a huge corner! Now granted, I have zero medical training but from where I sit Mother has had her last setback.  I am…

Guest writer:  Beth Littlejohn Today is a happy day in many ways.  All Mother has talked about recently is that the blog is 1 year old today. She still follows how many readers are coming and I want to thank you, faithful reader, for making this blog a success!  I am certain that she will…

Guest writer: Beth Littlejohn Mother would say that it was early of a morning when I arose yesterday.  The sun was just beginning to make an appearance. The world was still and quiet. Suddenly, I heard a whirring sound and began to hunt for the origins of the racket.  In the flowers, pictured here was…

*NOTE…All the things I was taught in Journalism class have long been gone from my writings. I like to blame most of my “mistakes” on having MS, but my writing skills were gone before that started.  As some “folk” on Sand Mountain might say, ” all my learn’n has left me.” And for that I…

Isn’t hindsight a wonderful thing to have?  I meant to get these pictures on Monday and had an early doctor’s appointment remarking to myself “I’ll get the pictures when I get back.”  Duh!  I didn’t get back before the flood gates opened and, of course, the blossoms are now wet and hanging low.  With this…

Save your egg shells. My mother used to save her egg shells to go around the tomato plants, but I doubt she knew why.  I read the other day it’s to help with blossom end rot.  She grew ferns in porch boxes (made by my daddy) on the front porch, too, and always saved tea…