I AM AN AMERICAN..not white American,not African American, not danish American, not Swedish American I AM AN AMERICAN. One side of my family tree comes from England, another from the Creek Indians but I AM AN AMERICAN. I am proud of my heritage but I am not Native American American I AM AN .AMERICAN. Copy/paste or compose your own AMERICAN statement. [post or delete-u are free to do either] I AM PROUD TO BE AN "AMERICAN"

I stand for flying our U.S. flag..
Not wearing the flag.
I stand for saluting our flag, standing at attention,
Folding according to protocol,
Taking the flag in out of the weather at the end of the day,
Not leaving it until it waves tattered and torn, forgotten,
A meaningless display.

author: jwh/6-24-10


Thankful Thursday

I am so thankful for Life,Breath and Cool Breezes along with the Heat,
I am thankful for a husband who runs into the market for milk as I sit in the car with the a/c ,
I am so thankful for adult children who know how to work and that they MUST-WORK!
I am so thankful for all those things I have not earned nor deserve...
Salvation -Eternal Life and during strange unpredictable times..
A Peace that passes all understanding..
And Calm even during the storms of life.

"Every good and perfect gift comes from the Father above..."


I Must Keep Laughing -at Me

What does it mean when you're walking out of Wal Mart with your  slightly over 50 hubby and he starts [softly] singing 'DEEP AND WIDE, DEEP AND WIDE"

The older we get the more it's true: You just have to have a sense of humor as you get old..& older.


Only God Can Create Such Beauty

Yes all these blooms are from my yard at some point during the 2010 season,of course not all at the same moment in time.  The Hot July and August sun isn't kind to many of our blooms but we do enjoy them while we can and look forward to the next season.  When a vine, plant or blooming bush just doesn't survive or thrive this season I always say.." Next Year!"
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1-2-3 You've Got Sweet Pickles

I am having such fun getting this recipe with pictures posted....yes I know I am NOT the pioneer woman
[ Ree Drummond from  http://thepioneerwoman.com/  ]
But this is a start..hope you enjoy it.  Can't you just smell those pickles that last five minutes on the stove?
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To Make Your Magic

 1 gallon Cucumbers
 2 Cups Pickling Lime/or Pickling Crisp
 1 gallon Water
 8 Cups White Vinegar
 8 Cups Sugar
 2 Tablespoons Canning Salt
 2 Teaspoons Each of: Celery Salt, Pickling Spices, whole Cloves
Wash and slice cucumbers.  Cover with lime and water.  Let set overnight. 
Next Day: Drain and RINSE WELL. Cover cucumbers with ice water and let set 3 hours.  Drain and cover with sugar, vinegar,canning salt and Spices.
Stir together; set overnight.  Cook 35 minutes.  Let come to a boil the last 5 minutes.  Fill  clean jars & seal
Jean's secret: To each jar of pickles place in the bottom of each jar one small dried CAYENNE PEPPER. before filling with pickles.  Do not be tempted to add more peppers.  One should be just right.  Two is Too Many.  We like the little kick from the pepper but not everyone will appreciate the extra zip of flavor.


Worth the Effort

The Cucumbers Turned into Sweet Pickles
I must remember these when I need a hostess gift.
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A Really Good Day!

Ahhhhh, a really good day..what makes a good day~ something as simple as getting things on your 'to do' list crossed off.  Some days it's just getting one much needed chore done or even getting started. 

Yesterday felt like a good day after taking on a flower bed with way too many things classified as BEAUTIFULLY HEALTHY  WEEDS.  I had not planned to tackle that but just casually  began to remove a few and then before I knew it had both feet [literally] inside the bed and began grabbing and pulling weeds  with a vengeance..at times by the handsful. 

Oh sure I dislike the black soil under my pretty nails and same in between my toes and between the flip flops and my bare feet...I know, not the right shoes-But it sure feels good when you turn the water hose and really cold water sprays away all evidence of where you've been ..

A good feeling..A Good Day!


Obselete Jobs~

Did you ever have the job of a "hander"? How about working all day as a "stringer?"
It wasn't a bad deal.  You could work at this without being an adult, even earlier than 16 if you could do the work.  And you didn't have to go to school to learn the trade.

Of course if you really wanted to get into big money you would aspire to be a "picker."
Naturally you would have start at entry level wages, beginning with something like $2., $2.50 or $3. a day depending on the employer.

I couldn't wait to be a stringer but it wasn't as easy as one might think-some people just had a gift for doing a great job as a stringer.  A careless sloppy job as a stringer was not acceptable.  And the handers couldnt just hand either.  You had to be quick and again not careless in your presentation to the stringer.

A few fringe benefits, one being the mid morning COLD DRINK break if you worked for the right people  and good company to spend the day with if you were at the right place.

 A major negative  would be the heat and the long day and of course the "sticky" conditions that only a good warm soapy scrub would help.

Any idea what these pretty much obsolete jobs might be?


My 'Yarden' Journal [#2]

Top L-R: Blooming Gourd Vines & Harvesting Cucumbers
Bottom L-R: Muscadine Vines & First Daylily Blooms
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BLOG RENOVATION-my excuse for unfinished housekeeping

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A Note From Me

I am so glad you stopped by-whether accidental or intentional. Some days my posts will be entirely inspirational and other times quite random but the time we share can be worthwhile. My initial intent was to use this space for my Mobley Family notes { james n mobley line } I know one can only write when inspired to do so. With that in mind I caution you to expect various twists and turns in the conversation as we wander Down the Lane and Around the Curve. If you have a clue what a Lane is then you already know that a walk down the lane can be a solitary walk, ambling without the company of another or it can simply be a leisure experience with someone who's company you enjoy, working out the world's problems or just soaking up nature and God's spectacular creation surrounding you. There is enjoyment either way. I say all that to say this: "Our walk down the lane will be much more interesting if you come along with me from time to time. I am not the only one with something to share so please join in as you are motivated or inspired.
Please know that I have not abandoned my first blog Down the Lane. I still drop in to read comments and check my tracker to see who's reading or even if there might be a new Follower. I have noticed when I check the traffic on Like Gramma's House and come over to DTL I am seeing apparently the same visitors are checking in on both sights..based on the city and state and time frame of the visitors..That's Great! Thank you faithful few who are inquisitive enough to click on the links and come over. Let me explain ...in case you have missed it earlier: This is my original blog. At a point in the process of this project I began to drift in a new direction creatively and hence Like Gramma's House was birthed. By way of continued explanation for what looks like an orphaned blog here..I simply have not come up with a way, an idea for either following through with Down the Lane or closing it out. One cannot write without inspiration. I just don't have a clue where to go with this one. The only glimmer of a creative twist I have is to invite my cousins to contribute to the family stories, pictures with their own quirky takes... looking back Down the Lane.There has been no encouragement leading me to think they would pitch in. They all have wonderful memories to share.. and I am confident it would be worth while. Apparently just don't think what they have to share would be blog worthy.

My Gramma's House~

Time changes so many things. Loved ones are no longer here. Landmarks dissappear from the landscape. Entire communities are seemingly erased. Homes have burned leaving scarcely a footprint in the earth where they once stood. Even so, we still refer back to things 'the way they once were' as being ~Like Gramma's House~ http://mygrammashouse.blogspot.com/


There comes a time in LIFE when our COUSINS AGAIN become very important. I think that time has arrived. jwh