Tuesday, April 30, 2013
Thursday, April 25, 2013
Thursday, April 18, 2013
Monday, April 15, 2013
Mom Friddle was a wonderful storyteller. I’m sure some of her stories might have been labeled as tall tales. I remember one story that she told me specifically about staying in the jail one night because her father or grandfather had to watch over a prisoner and there was no one to stay with her. She talked about laying in the bed and seeing the shadow of a man’s body as it was swinging from a noose. It was scary enough that I’ve always remembered the story…but I’ve never found anything to back it up. She also told me about her childhood home. She said that she had to walk a long ways to town to go to the store for her family. Mom Friddle made it sound like it was a long ways away. When I found out that she grew up near Laurel Bloomery…I think it must have been over 10 miles to walk to town…and that seemed an awful long way to me and almost like a punishment. I remembered Mom Friddle saying that it was an old house and that her family had lived there for generations.
|The house my great grandmother grew up in!|
|This is how I remember my great grandmother - a little older but with those dark glasses on and her hair pulled back in a hair net. Same type of shoes and dress...and believe it or not - she still had great legs as an older woman!|
Wednesday, April 10, 2013
|Granddad Gage and some of his siblings - Left to Right|
Alice, Phebe, Pete, Ora (Granddad) Nellie & Burt.
Friday, April 5, 2013
|Mom's magnolia tree after it was replanted - around 1975.|
Our local parks department has a path/park that they are developing. As a fund raiser, people could buy trees and have a memorial plaque placed at the tree, honoring their lost loved one. Dad bought one of these threes, and when they asked what type of tree we wanted – we asked for a magnolia. So, there a magnolia tree growing down at the park and it is the second year that it has bloomed. There is even a magnolia tree blooming near her grave at the cemetery.
Tuesday, April 2, 2013
When she and Grandpa Gwen moved out of the house in Lewiston – it was time to clean up ten plus years of stuff. There were National Geographic magazines, saved newspapers and numerous other bits and pieces. Dad hauled two loads of “stuff” to the dump. I don’t remember seeing all of that stuff…except on the kitchen counters. Grandma kept things pretty well hidden away…but her refrigerator was dangerous. I knew at a young age to be wary of anything that came out of her refrigerator. When you opened her refrigerator door, there were margarine containers, cool whip containers, and numerous packages mysteriously wrapped in tin foil. There was fresh food in there as well…but who knew how long the food in those containers had been in there. I remember one time that my grandmother made meatloaf and my family had stopped by on our way to camping. My best friend…who was the pickiest eater in the world…asked for seconds of my grandmother’s meatloaf. I doubted that I even had a full helping. I had seen her make that meatloaf. She took all kinds of meat out of her refrigerator and put it through a grinder. Frankly, it smelled suspiciously like dog food to me. I remember when I was older that she gave my father some watermelon that had hair growing on it. Mom took it away from him before he could even try to eat it.
Not only did she save containers, magazine and newspapers…she saved food. If she thought it could be used, it was stored away in the fridge. I suppose that is one of the reasons that I am more apt to throw food away if I have the least doubt about it. Grandma just never quite changed her mind set after living through the depression. I even saw my other grandmother save containers and use them the same way. When Grandma Cappy died…we started cleaning out her kitchen. There were piles of old plastic containers. She had stuffed things in the dishwasher because it was an appliance that she really didn’t see the need for.