Posted on September 20, 2013 by Billie Crumly — No Comments ? With living today, it seems ice is taken for granted.  Why, all we have to do is open the refrigerator door (or in many cases that don’t even have to be done) and out comes the ice. Not so in days gone by. …

NOTE: I have taken the liberty of adding the photo of  The Enola Gay. To hear Mr. John talk about this and see his photos just gives you chills all up and down your arms. Such a great man, Mr. John Crumly. UPDATE ON MR. JOHN: He is doing great and we get to visit…

Posted on December 2, 2013 by Billie Crumly — No Comments ? NOTE: A blog post to give you an early start. Hind sight is a wonderful thing to have and I’m loaded with that. I had every intention of sharing this with you a month ago but. . . . For several years I…

Posted on August 10, 2013 by Billie Crumly — No Comments ? It’s been a few days since I’ve baked anything sweet and it’s imperative that we keep such in the house — The One I Love Best is a sweet-a-holic.  John leaves to deal with weeds — they’ve literally taken over the hosta bed…

Posted on January 8, 2014 by Billie Crumly — No Comments ? Now that we are having rain again, we again have a river where County Road 104 and Alabama Hwy. 227 meet; and it’s just like fording the creek to get from here to there or there to here.   As I’ve told you before, the…

Posted on August 19, 2013 by Billie Crumly — No Comments ? As I sit here at this sewing machine the memories it brings are endless.  The 401A Singer is 38 years old – it’s the last machine Singer made with metal parts.  How well I remember that hot summer day when it was delivered. …

Sears and Roebuck Catalog – memories bounce out as I sit here and thumb through the pages of the colorful Christmas Wish Book.  At the same time, John is looking at the “big” catalog and grumbling about prices. Sears is the only place we can find those wonderful coveralls that John wants to live in. …

Posted on December 28, 2013 by Billie Crumly — No Comments ? Our youngest is coming to spend a little time with us and we always try to have cheese straws when she comes.  When I first tasted these goodies and got the recipe, my sister-in-law was making them — John and I both fell…

NOTE: A blog from Mrs. Crumly’s unpublished work. Sixty or seventy years ago this would have been the ideal fall for farmers to gather their crops – this is back when cotton was picked by hand.  In a time when modem meant what Pa had done to the hay patches – he mowed ‘em.  Farmers…

NOTE: A blog post from one of Mrs. Crumly’s unpublished works. Recently John, the walker and I were shopping in a rather upscale store and as we were strolling back toward the Women’s Department when we saw some flannel shirts.  Of course, John stopped on the spot because he had just asked for a flannel…