Thursday, January 16, 2014

a home-baked gift in the dead of january

This afternoon my friend, (she is Amish) text messaged me and said, "Stop by my house on your way home, you don't even have to get out of your car." I was like, "Hmm?", and replied, "Will do." 


When I reached her house she comes out of her house holding a bag in her hands and wearing a big smile. In the bag was a book she had borrowed from me and this plate of fabulous cookies. What a pleasant surprise! She handed me her package through the passenger side window and asked me if I was feeling any better, I said, "yes and no." She smiled and wished me to feeling better, said "good bye" and I left for home. 


When I got home my husband and I had a quick bite to eat and then I had two of these delicious confections for dessert! 


Oh mah goodness, dahlings! 


I haven't had such a delicious cookie in a very, very long time. They are so moist and soft and the frosting on the inside is fluffy and sweet, but not too sweet. YUM! I texted her back and asked, "What is the name of the cookies you just gifted me?" She replied back, "Chocolate Chip Pudding Cookies." I replied, "They are dee lish us"! She replied, "I was hoping you would like them." 




My plate of Chocolate Chip Pudding Cookies. Two of them are missing now. My husband doesn't like frosting, so the plate full is probably mine to enjoy all on my own. I'm gonna savor each and every one! 


Can I just say, I have the sweetest friends and am so, so blessed! What a wonderful gift on a cold and dreary January afternoon! 

I should probably answer a question I will surely be asked..."Do Amish people have cell phones?" Yes, some of them do. Amish go by district and there are different kinds of Amish. Some of the Old Order Amish and most of the New Order Amish allow their members to own cell phones. Some of them have very strict stipulations, it has to be a flip phone and can't have text messaging all the way to some have the smart phones with all the bells and whistles. My friend is somewhere in-between and is careful how she uses it around certain folks. Of course, with me, she can do what she wanna. I'm not telling anybody anything that I know, or don't know. She is allowed to text message, so I haven't disclosed anything you can't know. wink wink



Wednesday, January 15, 2014

real housewives of amish country

The last couple of evenings I've been having bouts of not being able to fall asleep and so I get up and page through the television for something to watch. I don't want to be "engaged", I want to be bored to tears so that I can fall asleep. Well, I've been stopping by the Real Housewives of Beverly Hills and watching them, in fact I taped them so I could catch what was going to happen in the following episodes. So much for not being "engaged". 


My goodness, gracious, gravy! 

May I even say that? 

My eyes are crossed, I'm sighing loudly and I have a ton to say about these ladies women. 


I just didn't grow up this way. 

How immature. 

Are they for real, for real? 

If money does that to folks, I am sure happy to stay "poor". Because what we have in light to what they have makes us poor, very poor. 

The waste: of good talent, of money, of time, of words, of friendships, the list could go on forever and ever. 

The rich have many more issues than us poor folks. I'm convinced. 

The rich have less class than anyone I rub shoulders with. 

The excess is heartbreaking. 


I got to thinking if we did a Real Housewives version here in Holmes County, OH, what would that look like? 

So here goes.....

Real Housewives of Amish Country

Scene one: Mary, Sarah, Fannie, Ada, Ellie arrive at Ida's home, each in their own horse and buggy. Ida comes out to greet each of her guests with a cheery "hello" and helps to unhitch each of the horses from their respective buggies and beds the horses down in her barn, gives them water and feeds them. Camera pans out over the stalls and you see each of the five horses along with Ida's two horses peacefully chomping on hay, and then the camera takes an outside shot of the five buggies all neatly in a row in Ida's driveway. A tree is waving in the wind, the sunshine is dancing across the grass and the wheat in the field across the street is rustling as the wind swishes through the field. 

Scene two: Ida enters her house where her five friends have already taken turns washing their hands very clean and are now seated at Ida's quilt she is getting ready for her oldest daughter, Susan, who is getting married next year. Ida washes her hands and then comes into her living room to again greet her friends. She smiles and sits down at the quilt and the bantering goes back and forth, Sarah discloses the funny fact that last week when she and Ellie were at Keim Lumber in Charm and Ellie came out of the women's restroom with some toilet paper stuck to her shoes. Sarah think this is so funny, and Ellie just smiles, the other ladies all have a good belly laugh and it goes on from there, story after story of embarrassing moments. That one time when Fannie came over to Ada's house and Ada was out back sunning her legs and had her dress up above her knees. Ada says, laughing, 'Well, my legs are so white and I just wanted them to get a little color, I thought I was all alone!" More giggles and laughter. 

Scene three: The ladies are all standing up and rolling the quilt frame in toward the center. Both sides were able to roll three times! They stand back and admire their progress. Ida then says, "Hey, it is 10 AM, let's have a break and have some coffee." They all follow Ida to her kitchen table and she putters around the kitchen getting the coffee ready and then she pulls out a couple Tupperware containers and a plate and puts a nice variety of homemade cookies and bars on the plate and places it in the center of the table. Her friends all look at the plate and talk about the different variety's of cookies Ida has made. They also discuss which cookies and bars they have been baking in their homes. A few ask each other for recipes, Ida serves the coffee, offers milk to those who like cream in their coffee and then she sits down and they continue their small talk of recipes and coffee and they eat and drink up. 

Scene four: Back at the quilt, three per side, facing each other, the quilting needles with thread and thimbles placed on proper fingers are busy and the small talk continues, there is concern for the bishop's wife who has cancer, one of them heard she is not doing so well and there isn't much to do for her. They talk of the possibilities if the bishop's wife passes away, what will happen to the youngest in the family, she is a girl, 10 years old and the rest of her sisters are married already. How sad it will be for little Lizzy to have to grow up without her mother, but hopefully the married sisters will step in and fill that void when the time comes. Next they discuss how Sam Troyer has been finding so many snakes all over the farm. They aren't sure what that means, but some say that where there are snakes like that means that not all is well in the marriage and it could all be a sign of what others have suspected going on between Sam and his wife. They had heard she can be really bossy and often wears the pants in the family. The friends collectively sigh. 

Scene five: The friends are now sitting at Ida's kitchen table again, she has prepared a nice luncheon of seven layer salad, homemade bread, yummasetti, corn and apple sauce and some peanut butter cream pie for dessert. There is more laughter, more banter, they discuss their first meals after they were married. Ada remembers baking her first pie and first of all the dough didn't want to work right and finally she flung it against the kitchen wall and it stuck to the wall. Giggles...belly laughs and then they move on to all the other friend's favorite cooking and baking mishaps. 

Scene six: Everyone pitches in and the dishes are done right quick. Ida puts the food away and the others wash, rinse and dry the dishes while one of them grabs a broom and sweeps the kitchen floor clean of any crumbs that may have taken a tumble to the floor. 

Scene seven: Back at the quilt the 6 friends while away the afternoon quilting and talking. At one point Ellie gets up to go to the bathroom and the other five friends in hushed tones remind each other that Ellie looks more sad today again, she has battled with depression for a long time and tends to be the more quiet of the bunch. One of them says, "she really needs our prayers, and her husband needs to shape up, you know he lets their barn and house repairs go too long and always looks so sloppy over there." They all tsk, tsk, but then they hear the bathroom door open and Ellie returns and the ladies act like nothing was said about Ellie and her lazy husband.

Scene eight: All the ladies are standing there admiring the quilt, both sides were in competition all day, but everyone kept their end going and they were able to turn the quilt frame in 6 more times. Ida was now near the middle where she could reach most of the rest of quilt. The six friends stand there all with a look of satisfaction on their faces and Ida is thanking them for "all you have done today, now I can see the light at the end of the tunnel." 

Scene nine: The ladies are all outside helping each other hitch up their horses to their buggies. As each lady steps into her buggy Ida comes over and gives each friend a smile and another sincere thank you, and each friend again thanks Ida for the delicious food she served them. Ida sends each friend off in the same manner and as the last friend's horse and buggy clip clops up the road Ida has a smile on her face, hands on her hips, she is walking toward her house breathing in the warm air and looking content. 

Tuesday, January 14, 2014

sharing a few of my blessings

I was looking at my sad blog site yesterday and noted that I had not posted an entry in a solid week. I just shook my head, but had no gumption to come up with anything worth posting. I didn't think anyone would want to read about how I have been sick for "so long" and my husband "even longer." The flu is going around and it takes awhile to feel better folks. I wish I could provide a bit of  comfort to each and everyone who has been touched by this nasty bit of contagion. 


I've been blessed beyond measure. 

I say that a lot. 

It is just because I mean it a lot. 

I. AM. BLESSED. BEYOND. MEASURE. 


Yesterday morning when I was traveling along the byways to my 8-5 I was observing the sunrise. It was remarkable. So beautiful. I wished. No, I WISHED, I had my camera with me and a spot of time to park my car and click away. It was so fantastic, brilliant and bright. Then I noticed her, a little Amish girl walking alongside the byway, on her way to her little Amish parochial school house, and she was walking, yet turning her head as she was walking, taking in that beautiful sunrise behind her. I felt the tears well up in my eyes, so precious to watch a little one pause in her life to observe the wonders of our Creator! So precious! I wish I had a picture for you all! It was so, so precious. 


This morning. Again. The sunrise. So bright and boldly orange. The sun was this awesome ball of fire to my left as I was traveling to my 8-5. In fact, in my rear view mirror, at times, it was so bright, I had to adjust the mirror away or I would not have been able to drive. I don't think I could have gotten a picture had I had my camera with me. Too bright. But it was awesome. Awesome!




I shot this photo this past Fall from our property. We have a view that is absolutely fabulous! 




I shared this picture before on another post, this was taken by my coworker, Bob, a couple months ago. He knew I would have liked to see this, so he was nice enough to send it to me. 


My husband took me out to eat tonight. I was super tired, just drained, when I got home for the 8-5 and so he thought it a better idea that we dine out, rather than have me fire up the kitchen. Hand sanitizer, how I love thee for those germy times we dine out. After dinner we stopped at my parent's house for a fast visit. We hadn't been there in a long time and I wanted to see my great aunt. She has been sick and I knew she needed company to cheer her up. My husband, parents, sister and daughter in law played a game at the kitchen table and my great aunt and I sat on the couch and we chatted. She went back to her room and was gone for a little while and all of a sudden she came back with a big grin and handed me a card. She said she hand made the card for me and as I opened it she also had a monetary gift inside the card. I felt like crying. I don't want her money, but when I said so she put her hand up and got this serious look on her face, and said, "No, I want to give that to you, if it is enough, you have taken me to church and have been so kind to me, I want you to have it." Melt my heart!








This is one of my favorite pictures I have of my great aunt Beina. We both love cookbooks and so sometimes when I go over to visit her I will take a couple from my collection along and we sit and browse the recipes and discuss dishes we have made. (By the way, some of my readers may not know, my great aunt makes her home with my parents.)



Yesterday I received my new friend's manuscript in the mail. Talk about precious cargo! I am blessed to have been trusted with such a treasure! I can't wait to dive right in! 




What about you? Sunrises, Little girls enjoying that sunrise, Sunsets, Great Aunts, Dinner out, Some else's treasure? 

Whatever your blessings, I hope you are counting them. 




PS...two of my greatest blessings, Mr. Wonderful and Little Guy! 




He was helping me bake one day last summer. He puts his hands to his face like that to "pose". Grandma was taking too many pictures from the looks of his expression. I just love this little munchkin so much!

Tuesday, January 7, 2014

feelin' kinda january

I was browning some hamburger, or like my friend from NYC calls it, "chopped meat" when my phone rang. I checked it out and the caller ID said, "Friend". I smiled, turned my stove off, grabbed my phone off the charger and headed downstairs to my little study, my sanctuary, my vacation from life and we said our usual "hello, how are yous", and then we got down to business. 

"No, really, how ARE you?" asked my friend. 

I shrugged and said, "You know me, it is January." 

She does know me...So. Well. 

She knows that I struggle in January and February with twinges of depression and feeling sad. As we talked about "everything", (Man, I'm using an awful lot of quotations tonight.) I had that feeling of what January might really be.

I decided January IS a verb for me! 

It is how I feel. 

Tired, down, depressed-but only mildly, half sick. 

When I got home tonight I so badly needed my husband to let me "say it", but he was just waking up from a nap. (He is still sick with a nasty flu.) He was not in the mood to talk or listen. (I actually believe I saw a black cloud hanging over his head. You know the kind? The ones you see in the comics.) 

I feel bad for Mr. Wonderful because he feels so awful, but I really needed an ear tonight, and I didn't get one. The best thing for me to do at this point is to get busy. Resolved to move on, I did get busy in the kitchen making a pot of delicious chili, began browning the hamburger, and that's when my phone rang. 

After my friend and I hashed out all our issues with each other and had a few laughs we hung up I went back upstairs and finished that pot of chili. (It is so good.) While chopping, mixing and stirring I was thinking about how God is never so far away, he knew my heart, and he cared, he knew I needed to "say it" to someone and he provided that ear. The conversation between my friend and I was like a tennis match, flowing back and forth through the imaginary phone line and we talked about so much. We actually visited, we didn't just talk, and I feel so much better. We actually visited for more than two hours. 

I take it as a gift God sent me in the form of my friend. 

He really cares about our hearts and he provides a way, I'm totally convinced of that and was again reminded of the fact tonight when my friend called me. 

I will probably still feel "January" for awhile. I hate even mild depression, feeling tired and sick, but when God sends someone to me in my time of almost desperate need, well, I am OK with feeling "January."  

Monday, January 6, 2014

some random thoughts on a deep freeze night

1. It's cold outside.


Sorry, I wanted to "say it" also. 
(so many others have said it already)


I hope your family, friends and animals are all safely tucked into some warm spot tonight. I just saw a photo of a homeless man wrapped up in a blanket. I didn't read the story, but the headlines sounded like his family found him. But I paused and went "there"; I imagined being homeless, down on the ground, wrapped in a blanket and some warm clothing and thought how it might feel tonight. I know that by morning I would NOT be moving with my stiff joints and muscles. I am so thankful I have a warm roof over my head. A warm bed to sleep in and a heating pad and tools to use to stretch with so I don't stiffen up so much. 






2. It is important to thank someone if they give you something or do something for you.



3. I have been feverishly doing laundry. My husband is sick, everyone around me is sick, we come home from where ever and drop all clothes and they get washed in the laundry and then we wash up really well too, because you just have to "try" and get rid of the germs somehow. Even when the doctor examined my husband the other day, she did NOT wash her hands before touching his neck. UGH! And walking through the store, folks are hacking like mad. 


I called my friend tonight to see what she has been up to and she has had a cold since Wednesday night..she and her best friend both have the same kind of cold and she said that they were saying to each other how it is awful you have to stay home in almost solitary confinement when you are well because so many sick people are walking around out there and if you are well you will then get sick if you go out. 


I thought they had a good point.


4. I have been receiving an amazing gift from a new friend, daily, in the form of an email or emails. She is telling me her life story. What a gift it is! She should have been an author, her tone and her writing skills are amazing. If I were an editor, I would be looking for folks like this woman! I can NOT thank her enough for the blessing she has been bringing into my life. Her life touched the depression era, especially her mother's life did, and the details are amazing, and wonderful and nostalgic. I spent an hour reading over her writings tonight. I hope to meet my new friend some day...sooner than later, she lives 201 miles from my house. 


Yes, I Googled it.


 It has been interesting, in the short time that I have my blog and my Facebook page up, who I have been in touch with. It is awesome! Inspiring! and such a Gift! I'm completely humbled and thankful for each of my readers and new friends I'm finding along my writing journey. 


5. I am glad the holidays are all over. I love to celebrate Christ's birth, however, it is now time to settle into a routine. 


I bet you guessed, I'm a routine type of person. 


Boring! 


6. I'm not a big television watcher, however, yesterday I was laying low, trying not to get sick, not in the mood to read or write, so I took the remote control in hand and surfed the television and I found - Storage Wars! I am sorry to say, I watched a lot of episodes and taped a few more for later.


Does that make me a fan now????? 

Saturday, January 4, 2014

discarded - treasures of the heart





My husband is sick, so I made up a nice batch of hearty chicken noodle soup with delicious root vegetables and more. Chicken noodle soup is always my 'go to soup' when someone is sick in our home. It is so delicious even when you aren't sick! 




When I was cooking up my chicken noodle soup this afternoon I was reminded of a cookbook I purchased at a used book store this past fall. After my soup was finished cooking I grabbed a bowl of the soup and came downstairs to my little study to see if I could find it. I knew exactly where to look for it, right there on those two bottom shelves of my bookshelves. I keep all my good, inexpensive finds on those two shelves. They are my treasures. 




I found the one I was looking for. It wasn't for a recipe, but for the card that I had found inside. 

My Amish friend, Edna Mae, and I enjoy browsing used book stores. She is an avid collector of comic books and various authors, I collect interesting cookbooks. I love to read them, to feel them, and imagine what it took to write them. I feel good knowing I have them to fall back on if ever the Internet shuts down and I have to find good recipes in a more conventional way. How spoiled are we to be able to browse for recipes nowadays? I like the Internet, but I love my cookbooks which I can handle and display. I also enjoy paging through books at these used book stores for the "treasures" you find inside the pages. Like the one I'm about to share with you below. 




When I opened up the stocked kitchen cookbook and was paging through it, I found this envelope tucked neatly between two pages. It simply said, "Kristin" on the envelope. I paused, and wondered, should I open the card? Is there a law against looking at someone else's card tucked away in some discarded cookbook? After a minute of contemplation, I figured it must not be too important or the envelope would not be in the book, right? Somehow I talked myself into opening the envelope and inside I found a card. 



"Found myself thinking about you today....




...and thought I would send some warm wishes you way! 

In someones handwriting it simply said, 

"Dear Kristin, 

Happy Birthday! I love having you here!!!

Love n hugs, 

Grandma"


My heart melted as I read those handwritten words. Those words that said so much. "I love having you here!!!" I wondered what that meant? Was Kristin from another state and didn't visit her grandmother very often? Was she career minded and didn't have time for grandmother? Could Kristin be torn between parents, having to chose sides and was it easier not seeing this grandmother very often? Or was Kristin an irresponsible young lady and didn't know her way around a kitchen and her grandmother thought this gift would help her out? My imagination takes me places I shouldn't always go, but after I opened the card I couldn't help but wonder. 

Opening the envelope and finding those words I somehow wasn't able to put the cookbook back on the shelf, I had to purchase it and bring it home and love and use that cookbook like Kristin's grandmother probably hoped Kristin would love it and use it. 

This makes me miss my grandmothers. I wish I could sit with them and chat with them about their cookbooks and reflect on a recipe or two. 

If I could visit with my:

Maternal grandmother - our conversations would be about all the bread she baked. 

Paternal grandmother - our conversations would be her cookies, specifically her molasses cookies. 


Makes you wonder what "treasures" you have thrown away, doesn't it? 


I found "the stocked kitchen'" Facebook page and plan to check them out and utilize some of their methods. Actually, I think it is something I've been looking for, for a long time, to get my grocery planning and pantry more organized. It is all coming full circle and a blessing for me. Somehow I wish Kristin's grandmother would know someone is going to be getting use of her gift. 

Friday, January 3, 2014

.....i know our year is going to be ok

A couple nights ago sleep avoided both my husband and I. We tossed, we turned, we took our turns getting up and paging through the television channels, surfing the internet, drinking water, and then also going to the bathroom. (sigh) We spent a lot of time just laying there….awake in the quiet and dark. The clock kept tick-tocking closer to midnight and we were both feeling more and more apprehensive about falling asleep because we both had to be at work the next morning.


Sleep came for neither of us during those hours before midnight and finally I snuggled up to him and said, “I just need your arms around me.” He obliged and there we lay, just resting and our thoughts churning. After awhile I started to pray out loud. I prayed for our family, for friends, for a couple issues that are concerning for us and we aren’t sure how they will be resolved. I prayed for health, my husband’s lungs are not in good shape at the moment, he has asthma and it is really bad at the moment. I thanked God and praised him and asked him to provide direction for us in our difficulties and I felt so much better once I breathed my “amen”. 


It was like our burdens were no longer our own to bear and I felt “lighter” in spirit.


Eventually sleep came and we each got several hours rest before we had to get up for work. 


That morning I saw I had an email from my husband. I opened it and it simply said this, “Thank you for praying for us last night, we are going through some tough times right now, but I know our year is going to be OK.”
                                               

Reading those words of assurance made me feel the same way I felt the night before when he had his arms around me.


I love you Mr. Wonderful.


You make me feel loved.


Always and forever.