GOOD DEEDS

This day is one for the books! It started out with a bang and ended with a thud! To put everything into perspective let me tell you that the last seven months have presented many challenges to me and my family. Starting with my surgery for an aggressive brain tumor with only 95% of it being removed. I had follow-ups of 33 radiation treatments. It was a long and grueling process but what kept me going was and is the love and support of family and friends. I was doing fairly well until I had my first seizure on June 19th followed by one on August 21. Each one was such a setback. Today I arrived home after a lovely excursion with two of my neighbors. I felt a seizure coming on and called 911. To make a long story short (and yes this time I was dressed) they took me by ambulance (had another siezure in the ambulance) (with Leland and Pat following close behind) to the hospital. I had some medication, a CT scan, blood work etc. Rather spoiled my afternoon! Every time I think I am making progress I take a step backward.

Originally I was not going to write about my ordeal but it is truly connected to the guts of the blog that was my original intention and already titled "GOOD DEEDS". I NEVER would have gotten this far without my wonderful husband, our children, my sister and her family and our terrific friends. I have a received so MANY cards filled with good wishes and prayers for my recovery from our neighbors and friends and family. I cherish them all and will keep them forever. I honestly believe that the encouragements to get well have sincerely made me be braver and stronger to fight the fight.

Now, the crux of "GOOD  DEEDS" is this; I can no longer drive (a state law that when you have a seizure one cannot drive for six months). This is so sad to independent me. My husband and some friends chauffeur me around without complaint. I hope they know that if there were a role reversal that I would do the same for them.

Why don't we all take note of the people in our neighborhoods who are alone and unable to drive to doctor appointments, grocery stores etc. It would take so little time out of our day to do a "good deed".I fully intend to become aware of situations that require assistance, a get well card, a meal delivery or just chatting with a lonely person. From personal experience even a cheering up visit makes my day. I have grown to love so many of our neighbors because of their legitimate concern about my health. We are all facing our mortality but in the meantime let's live life to the fullest and with a big smile on our faces. Please notice if someone  needs a smile put on his or her face. We can do it! Even phone calls help. Let's go forward and love THY neighbor. I know I love all of you out there! Thanks for being here for me and Leland and doing so many good deeds for us.  Let's make a pact to think of others. Thank you so very much, Love, Arlene


RECIPE: BOURBON HOT DOGS

2 LBS OSCAR MEYER WIENERS OR HOTDOGS (I CUT THEM INTO FOURTHS)
1 1/2 CUPS CATSUP
1/2 CUP BROWN SUGAR
1/2 cup BOURBON

I PUT THE INGREDIENTS IN A CROCKPOT AND USE THE CROCKPOT AS A SERVER. A REALLY NICE APPETIZER. HOPE YOUR GUESTS ENJOY!

I can hardly put down "The Husband's Secret" by Liane Moriarty down - it's fabulous!

BACKGROUND

I just spent some time re-reading some of my blogs and I realized that I didn't mention anything about my education and work background.  After graduating from Harrison High school in 1957 I attended New Paltz State University in New Paltz, New York.  Unfortunately I didn't graduate (one of my biggest regrets).  Following my exit  I worked at Sloan Kettering as a secretary to four doctors and went to night school at a community college.  I then became a "mathematical analyst" at the Royal McBee Corporation in Rye, New York (Now defunct).  When they relocated to New Jersey I decided that the commute would be too much and put in an application to Eastern airlines to become a "stewardess".  I was accepted and was looking forward to training in Florida.  In the meantime I met Bill Hankinson, a graduate of RPI. Bill (a Mayflower descendant) had just gotten out of the Air Force and within two months we got married.  He thought he was going to be transferred to Japan so things speeded up.  One could not be a stewardess (now flight attendant) and be married so I bowed out.  Our wonderful son, Gregory was born two and a half years later so life settled down and when Greg was five and going into kindergarten we moved to Armonk, New York and lived there for sixteen years.  Bill commuted to New York City.  When Greg was in elementary school I worked as a "lunch lady" in his school. That way I could  greet him at the door when he got off of the school bus and take him to his various activities.  I also took courses in real estate.  I became a real estate broker and held that position for twelve years.  I loved my job!  We relocated to Menlo Park, California and I found a job as a receptionist in a busy real estate office. I enjoyed working there until I moved back to Armonk.  And then Leland came along and then Laura.

For Gregory: The first time your dad and I moved to California (Fairfield) and we had been married one year your grandparents, Glenda (nee MacDonald) and William Barrett Hankinson, Sr. flew in from Teheran, Iran  where they had been living for about eight years. They were accompanied by your Aunt Linda and Uncle Michael. Each of the three children were seven years apart. Your dad, then Michael then Linda.  I can't tell you how nervous I was as we waited for their plane to land at the San Francisco Airport .This would be our first time meeting one another as they were unable to attend our wedding. They were charming and wonderful and your grandmother was absolutely beautiful. They would remain in Teheran for a total of ten years. Your grandfather, who graduated from Georgia Tech was originally from Augusta, GA.  His job was to set up and run a textile mill in Iran. The Shah was in power. They lived a very good life there. Your grandmother was originally from Kentucky. I am sure you remember visiting them in White Plains, N.Y. when they moved back to the states. They were wonderful to me and I adored them.

I remember one time when we were on a trip with Leland and a flight attendant asked Laura (about four at the time) what her mommy did.  Laura retorted "my mommy is a shopping mommy"!  The flight attendant told Leland who couldn't stop laughing.  I didn't see the humor in it!  Out of the "mouths of babes". Another time we were again along for the ride and were heading to Istanbul.  We had a short stop in Zurich. We had told Laura that we were going to Turkey. A pilot and friend asked Laura where she was going to today and she responded "I think we are going to chicken"!  Many times I was asked (in a very polite way by flight attendants) when Laura was an infant and we were again tagging along with Leland, how old I was. At forty-four I was on the older side. to say the least.  For some reason this gave the flight attendants some satisfaction that their "biological clock" was not ticking away as fast as they thought. I hope I was an inspiration to some.

When Laura was growing up I was basically a stay at home mom.  Laura told me one day that she was so glad that I was there for her when she got home from school. That alone made it all worth it.  The bottom line is that I tried my best with both of my children and try to be there for the entire family. I love them all so very much!

Someone recommended that I read "the Husband's Secret" by Liane Moriarty.  I bought it today. If you haven't read "The Pilots Wife" it is a wonderful read.

SAUSAGE BALLS: An easy appetizer
Three cups Biscuit mix
One pound hot ground (or mild) pork sausage
One (10 oz) package sharp cheddar cheese, shredded

Combine all ingredients in a large bow, pressing mixture together with hands. Shape into 3/4 inch balls and place on lightly greased baking sheets. Bake at 400 degrees for 15 to 18 minutes or until lightly browned.
Yield: about eight dozen

ANNOYED!

Today I am absolutely pooped!  My beauty sleep was rudely interrupted by a doctor's appointment. There were new papers that I had to sign today. Was I Hispanic, and what is my preferred first language.  Frankly, I wish that anyone living in the United States should be required to speak English. Am I asking too much?  We are a nation of immigrants but our forefathers learned English (alright so my grandfather,  born in England, knew it already) so they could benefit by being in the promised land. I truly believe in the United States and I am a firm believer in capitalism.

On the other hand, I can tell you (from personal experience) that living in oppressed and socialistic countries is not a good thing. When the wall came down in Berlin the East Berliners and others fled to freedom.  Prior to that, people were shot trying to escape over the wall. I have been to places where Holocaust victims were persecuted. It was horrifying! I have to tell you that I am worried for our children and grandchildren about the turn this country is taking. I am frankly, sick and tired of everyone in the House and Senate. Throw most of them  out!  At the very least have term limits.  These people are selfish and only thinking of themselves. I thought they were suppose to represent us! They represent themselves! Personally I find it disgusting!  Enough said!

It is getting chilly out; a precursor to winter.  We get very little if any snow in Georgia but Leland dresses like "Nanook of the North" if the temperature drops under 65 when he walks Reagan in the morning. He really doesn't like even a hint of cold.  Of course, I'm still snuggled up in bed at that early hour (the exception this morning}. Personally, I like a bit of season changes and always look forward to the next season. All in all, I am just happy to be alive!

When I sat down a few moments ago to enter a new blog, I truly didn't know what I was going to write, but I mentally revisited my experience this morning at the doctor's and decided to vent.  I remember when Home Depot added signs in Spanish - I pitched a fit!  Immigrants are the backbone of this country but please let's have some respect for the law. Some of you may disagree with this rant and I appreciate that, because after all, that is what the United States represents;  freedom of speech, thought etc. I am exercising my right to the above!

We saw the movies "Gravity" and "Captain Phillips." Both were very entertaining. A coming attraction  shown was "The Book Thief." I was reminded that I read that book and it was truly outstanding.

BLINTZ SOUFFLE (This recipe comes from our neighbor Marilyn) and it's a terrific morning dish for company.

12 cheese blintzes ( two packages of 15 oz frozen blintzes). thawed
6 eggs, beaten
16 oz sour cream
1/2 cup sugar
1 1/2 teaspoon, vanilla
2 tablespoon melted butter

Preheat oven to 350 degrees Spray a 9" square baking dish with non stick vegetable spray. Lay blintzes out in dish. Set aside. In a large bowl beat eggs. sour cream, sugar and vanilla. Pour over blintzes then drizzle melted butter over top. Bake for one hour until golden.

Have a great day! Arlene

MT. TREMPER

I have previously mentioned that my family summered in the Catskills.  I'd like to expand on our visits there.  My parents and two Aunts rented a house from the Pflugers. They had a son named Alan. Her first name was Betsy but Mr. Fluger's eludes me.  They had two homes, both painted yellow perched upon a hilltop. To get there one drove straight up a gravel road. Across the street was a swimming "hole" surrounded by rock. The water was clear, very deep and on occasion cold.  My cousins (Bob and John Lyons) and I spent many hours there having a great and wholesome time. When my dad would come up on the weekends he would take us fishing.

The backyards behind the houses was level and surrounded by berry bushes. We picked  blackberries, raspberries etc to be used in pies (if there were enough left over from our snitching them out of the basket). Sometimes we would go into the village of Mt. Tremper and browse. My mother did the majority of the cooking. Aunt Gertrude, Aunt Vivian and her husband, Jack (who also came up on the weekends) were the other inhabitants.  Cocktail hour was promptly at five.

One Friday evening, Betsy P. was waiting for the arrival of her husband (you know the nameless one) and she heard someone on the front porch. When she opened the door she was greeted by a BEAR! She slammed the door! That episode became a well repeated story.

One day my sister who was two and a half years old at the time apparently decided to take a stroll down the driveway, at the end of which was a busy road.  Also keep in mind that we were surrounded by woods. Mom and all were frantic! We ran down the hill and there was Carole-Anne going her merry way. Mom caught her just as she was about to cross the road to go to the swimming hole. Another story to tell.

It was and I am sure still a beautiful part of New York State. I have so many fond memories of summers spent at Mt. Tremper. But, as all good things come to an end, so did our trips to the mountains. But what wonderful memories I have stored up.

Instead of a reading recommendation I am going to suggest starting a journal of your own with memories you have mentally compiled from your past.  This will help your children and grandchildren  to get to know the younger you.  Perhaps some of you have already done that. Hurray!

I don't recall who gave me this recipe. But they wrote "great" 5-27-06. Let's try it together!

SPICY THAI SALAD
Two cups chicken (use pre-roasted)
1/4 cup cilantro, chopped
One cup shredded carrots
1/2 cup peanuts
One package, cooked Udon noodles
Spicy peanut vinaigrette

Toss together all ingredients
Serve chilled

Every time I think I have run out of ideas for this blog I get inspired with another remembrance. Unfortunately, lots of times these come to me in the middle of the night. I truly wish that my mind would be as active during the day. Oh well, at least it still works! The weekend is fast approaching. See I told you that "Time Flies"!  Have a good one!

THE WENZELS

When we lived in Mt. Vernon we had a family of four: Paul and Thelma Wenzel and their two children, Paul, Jr. and Sally as neighbors.  They displayed their wealth quite well!  Their cars were new and expensive and Paul, Jr. and Sally had the best of everything. To put it mildly they were quite spoiled and well fed. (nasty me!)  Mr. Wenzel set up Kresge five and dime stores so they moved around a fair amount. They were the first on our street to get a TV so my friends and I would huddle outside peering in their sun porch windows. They didn't mind, they liked showing off their newest purchase.

I loved Christmas and the anticipation of Santa Claus. We didn't have a fireplace but mom and dad assured me that Santa would and could climb in the open window. It was a ritual that I would leave cookies and milk for Santa and carrots for the reindeer. Santa always managed to squeeze in through the window. Christmas Eve was magical!  It was 1949 and I was ten years old.  Christmas was just around the corner!  But, Mrs. Wenzel and Sally informed me that there was NO Santa. I was crushed; my parents were furious!

The Wenzels' moved away but they continued to exchange Christmas cards with my parents for years. One day we all received a wedding invitation to Sally's wedding. It was being held in Pennsylvania. My parents, Bill and I decided to make the trek. We ate sparingly for breakfast, got all dressed up and went on our merry way. We arrived at the church and watched as Sally walked down the aisle. Her father stood by her side throughout most of the ceremony and sobbed his head off.  We then ventured to the reception venue. It was a country club setting. The tables were set with the most elegant china and every imaginable piece of silverware. We sat down and we were told to help ourselves to the appetizers on the buffet table. The four of us ate VERY little in anticipation of the main meal to come. After all, there were plates galore on our table.  Shortly thereafter, everything but the cake plates and cake forks were removed from our table. The wedding cake was served!

On our way home we stopped at a dinner as we were famished!  I wonder if my parents kept in touch with the Wenzels'. I am assuming we got thank you notes for our gifts but I can't remember. But, I will always remember that they were the ones who burst my bubble about Santa. Let your children and grandchildren believe as long as they want to and keep them away from people like the Wenzels!

RECIPE: Eggnog pound cake

One (16 oz) package pound cake mix
1 1/4 cups eggnog
2 large eggs
1/4 tsp grated nutmeg
1/2 tsp vanilla extract

Preheat oven to 350 degrees/ Beat all ingredients together at low speed with an electric mixer until blended. Increase speed to medium, and beat two minutes. Pour into lightly greased 9 X 5 inch loaf pan. Bake at 350 degrees for  one hour to one hour and five minutes or until a long wooden pick inserted in center comes out clean. Remove from pan to wire rack, and cool completely about one hour.
This is a southern favorite.

I just bought "The Killing of Jesus" by Bill O'Reilly. I will let you know if I recommend it. I do own a kindle but I just like holding the book!

TRADITIONS

When I was a little girl my mother and I would take a train into Manhattan from Mt. Vernon, N.Y.  We would meet my Aunt Helen, mom's half sister, at Grand Central Station. She lived in New Jersey.  We would have lunch at Davey's, a seafood restaurant, then go and see a play. This was a Saturday ritual for many years.  Sometimes we would alternate and go to a museum or just window shop along fifth avenue but we always ate at Davey's.  Another family tradition was when my parents' would take me to see the annual Christmas show at Radio City Music Hall, the huge Christmas tree at Rockerfeller Plaza and the beautifully decorated Saks Fifth Avenue and Macy's department store windows. At a certain point in my early teenage years, friends and I would travel to the city on our own.  New York City was exciting to youngsters from the suburbs.  Times Square was neon lights and a totally different world.

Sundays were a time for my parents' with their daughters in tow to visit friends or family. We often visited  family in New Jersey on my mothers side. ( By the way, just to include in the record, my mother's maiden name was;  Galisson.  On our trip with her to Czechoslavkia we found, near the Austrian border a cemetery with tombstones with Galisson on them. Obviously, distant relatives were entombed there). And often, trips to see Aunts and Uncles on my dad's side. But mostly, as previously stated people came to our house. Mom filled up the dining room table with all sorts of goodies. The conversation flowed and a merry time was had by all.  Christmas was the best holiday of all with Easter a close second.  One year I remember that the only thing I truly wanted were ice skates. I was so disappointed when they weren't under the tree. After a while, my mom asked me to take something out of the oven. When I opened the oven door there was this large package in there. I tore open the wrapping and discovered my very own ice skates!  Easter was the time to hunt for all the hidden treasures mom and dad had hidden throughout the house. Mom made a list to make sure that we found everything.

Ever since Laura was born our family tradition is for Leland to read "The Night Before Christmas" to her on Christmas Eve. Even at 29 she will sit on her daddy's lap and he will read to her from the original book. One Christmas we bought her a copy of the book so that hopefully she will carry on the tradition. Leland also recorded it in a Hallmark gift book. She was so overcome with emotion when he gave it to her. I know Laura will always cherish his gift. With Gregory we started the tradition that he could open up one gift from out of town on Christmas Eve and that continued until both Greg and Laura became adults.

I think it is so important to have traditions that are passed down through the generations. Going to church on Christmas Eve,  serving the same meal every Christmas or for Seder etc. Traditions create memories. I know that I personally, have wonderful memories of the past.

BOOK: Establish a story book, i.e. "The Night Before Christmas" etc to read to your grandchildren to celebrate your holiday.

BAKED BRIE IN PUFFED PASTRY WITH RASPBERRY PRESERVES

1/2 PACKAGE FROZEN PUFF PASTRY
ONE (8 OZ PACKAGE BRIE CHEESE ROUND. (Costco is a good place to buy brie)
1/8 CUP TOASTED ALMOND, SLICES (OPTIONAL)
1/4 CUP RASPBERRY PRESERVES (CAN REPLACE WITH APRICOT, LIGONBERRY  ETC.)

DIRECTIONS;
PREHEAT OVEN TO 425 DEGREES
LIGHTLY GREASE COOKIE SHEET
ROLL PUFF PASTRY OUT SLIGHTLY
PLACE CHEESE WHEEL ON TOP (LEAVE RIND ON)
PLACE PRESERVES ON TOP OF CHEESE
PLACE ALMONDS  (IF USING) ON TOP OF PRESERVES
BUNDLE PUFF  PASTRY UP AND AROUND THE CHEESE
BAKE FOR 20-25 MINUTES
LET COOL FOR FIVE MINUTES
SERVE WITH YOUR FAVORITE CRACKERS

WORRY WART

Sometimes I think that I am my own worst enemy.  I fret too much!  Leland figures he could supplement our retirement income by renting me out on an hourly basis.  For so much an hour I would worry for you.  He jokes about it and I joke about it but I do know that I worry too much and many times unnecessarily.  I have a character flaw and it's a really big one.  I wish I could say it is my only one but alas I can't.  Leland, the logical one in our family highly suggests that I shouldn't worry until I have something to worry about. That is excellent advice and I really should heed it.  My life would be easier and more carefree. I don't know where I got this trait from.  My parents didn't have the worrying gene. Maybe it comes from some long ago ancestor!  I wonder who?


Life, I do know can be unpredictable and surprises do occur,  but we have to face them head on and tackle the problem the best we can.  I am trying very hard to not focus on what could be but on what is. That is the difficult part for me.  But I will try!!  I want people to remember me for my optimism not my pessimism. It's never too late to change my attitude.  Is it?  I certainly hope not!


I think we all realize that stress takes a physical toll on our bodies. That should be our number one reason to be more positive.  I am not lecturing just suggesting because I am the first one to tell you that I suffer from this malady.  Let's all make a pact - let's not worry until there is genuinely something to  worry about.


Tonight we are celebrating our wonderful friend Pat's 70th birthday. That is quite a milestone! When we first met Pat and her husband, Tommy it was as though we had known them forever. In four short years we have become family. We are so grateful that they are living in our community. Happy Birthday Pat, and many more healthy and happy years.

Note from Greg:

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Note from me: Thanks Greg, Love, Mom

RECIPE: Mary's snack

two bags of oyster crackers
one package dry ranch dressing
l 1/4 cup canola oil

Mix and serve.  So easy and so good!

BOOK:  "Unbroken" by Laura Hillenbrand (she wrote "Sea Biscuit")

DREAMS

In my younger days I thought it would be a great experience to live in various countries and just immerse myself into their culture and everyday life.  I also thought it would be interesting to live in different states.  What fun to explore Washington, D.C.,  Aspen, Colorado, New Mexico etc. in depth.  If I had the foresight then,  I would have become an exchange student starting in high school. There is so much to be learned from traveling and exploring.  Students now-a-days back pack all over the world, sleeping in hostiles. They have no fears! They take back home with them stories of their adventures. Laura and her friend, Sara traveled throughout Italy without "a care in the world" My generation never attempted these adventures by ourselves.  We were not encouraged.  It was not our thing. But I still had my dreams.

I have, because of Leland's job  had the luxury of fulfilling some of those dreams.  We were able to live and experience different cultures. When we moved to Berlin, the wall was up.  We were there when the wall came down. That was history making. Changes were rapid and not always for the better. I had never lived in a city before. I was a country girl.  But, I loved living there. The convenience of walking or traveling by rail throughout the city became an every day occurrence, with Laura in tow.  We were the only Americans in our apartment building but we made friends with other tenants. Fortunately they spoke English.  Pan American had a base there at the time and we were allowed to shop at the Army commissary.  We also shopped locally. My clothes were purchased at Woolworths' and I still have some outfits (over twenty years old) from there.  Laura attended kindergarten and first grade there.  I can now look back and be thankful for all the opportunities I have had to live and experience a different lifestyle. But let me say, as beautiful and different, other  parts of the world are, the United States is truly unique.  I am proud to be a citizen!  

AUTHOR: TAMI HOAG. "DEEPER THAN THE DEAD" Suspenseful!!

RECIPE: BEST EVER CHEESECAKE

CRUST

One package graham crackers crushed

1/4 cup sugar

Six tablespoons melted butter

Mix all and press into a pie plate

OR use pre-made crust

MIX 

Two - 8 oz cream cheese

1/3 cup sugar

One teaspoon vanilla

dash of salt

Two eggs

Mix the above and pour into the crust

Bake at 350 degrees for thirty minutes

Take out and cool for five minutes. In the meantime mix: One cup sour cream, 1/3 cup sugar and one teaspoon vanilla. Mix and spread over cream cheese mix. Return to oven for five more minutes. Absolutely DELICIOUS!

I guess the moral of this blog is to keeping on dreaming. Even little dreams are important. A driving trip to Williamsburg or a day trip to pick apples, or a visit to a love one. To me, at this age these are all exciting destinations and worth anticipating. I will leave the BIG dreams to the younger generation. Love to all, Arlene

JACK

We took my nephew, Josh, his wife Gilda and their precious son, Jack to the airport today. I can't tell you how touched we were that they would take the time to come visit. They wanted us to meet Jack. Laura, Joe and Greg also came to meet the newest member of the family. I can't brag enough about the baby who was born on April 23, 2013.  We all fell in love with him! He smiled all the time and just seem to "go with the flow".  Thank you Gilda and Joshua (great parents) for making the trip to Atlanta from New York City.  Jack is the beginning of another generation! He has made Grandma and Grandpa Centre very happy. And, Auntie is elated!

I had forgotten how much STUFF you have to pack for a baby. I admired how organized and prepared Gilda was.  I don't think at this age I would have the stamina to raise a baby. Grandchildren and grand nephews are the way to go.

Our dryer decided to quit yesterday! And the refrigerator is acting funny. Even appliances have to cope with old age. So, we purchased both a washer and dryer this afternoon.  Just a note: Home Depot and Lowe's give a ten percent discount to veterans but you must  show identification of proof. A considerable savings when making such a large purchase. Doesn't it seem that things seem to happen in bunches?

Gilda, a hairdresser trimmed my hair (thank you) and today I was comfortable going without a hat. What a milestone! Little by little, things are returning to normal.  At least for the time being. I have adjusted to having white hair and I actually like it.  Coping is a day to day affair but I feel stronger and proud and relieved that I have come this far.  And, this weekend as I watched the family it made me so aware of how life continues in the form of our younger loved ones. God bless them!

READING: I am enjoying "And the Mountains Echoed". Do recommend "The Killing of Kennedy" by Bill O'Reilly (okay so he is a tad arrogant!). It was very entertaining.

RECIPE: CHICKEN YUM YUM:

SIX BONELESS CHICKEN
SIX SLICES (plus) SWISS CHEESE
1 CAN CREAM OF CHICKEN SOUP (undiluted)
1/4 CUP MILK
2 CUPS HERB STUFFING
1/4 CUP MELTED BUTTER

Combine soup and milk. Put chicken in a baking dish (I often double recipe and use lasagna size pan)
Layer swiss cheese on top of chicken. Pour soup and milk mixture on top. Mix stuffing and melted butter. Coat entire top with stuffing and bake at 350 degrees for 50 minutes. Cover with tin foil if stuffing starts to brown too quickly. Great make ahead company dish. How easy is that!

Enjoy your families now because as we all know, children grow up so quickly. It's important to communicate with them and give them your insights on facing the ups and downs of life. Remember they respect you and your feelings. Always be honest about any obstacles you faced head on etc.

WHAT IF

Occasionally I wonder,  if at a young age I could have magically seen my future;  the highs and lows in a crystal ball, would I have made any changes in how I conducted my life.  The answer is yes but in ways you wouldn't expect. I would have completed my college education, and studied interior decorating.  Even if I had seen a brain tumor in my future I would have carried on in my merry way.  I learned and continue to learn through this crisis how wonderful and caring family and friends are.  I have kept and cherished all the loving cards from people. I believe in prayer and I so appreciate all of yours. Sometimes we are weakened by adversity. Believe me, there were days when I would be maudlin and would shed a tear or more. But, someone like Leland would be there to cheer me up and tell me how much he loves me. There would be inspiring calls from friends and family. I still receive them!  I feel selfish just focusing on myself!  I think of others, like little Ari, who has endured over sixty surgeries. He and his family are in my prayers.  I think of all of the young men and women who have lost their lives defending our country and the grieving families they have left behind. I still smile, still put on makeup, my hats and say to myself, stop being such a baby!! I wouldn't have changed anything else other than expanding on my education. I hope there is somewhat of a lesson here for our grandchildren.

I have had a wonderful life - no complaints.  But, there is still a lot that I want to accomplish, places that I want to visit, holidays I want to celebrate.  Needless to say, books I want to read and TV I want to watch. I am NOT giving up. I love life!

When it comes down to it, I don't think that any of us want to know what the future holds. We become stronger from adversity and hopefully find joy in everyday. We want our country to be strong and financially secure just like us in our old age. I believe in good people. I am not so naive, I know that there are people who are not good - but I don't know them.  I think we should all believe in ourselves!

I just purchased "INFERNO" BY DAN BROWN because friends have told me that it is a good read.

RECIPE: TIJUANA TORTE

One pound ground beef
One medium chopped onion
One can (1 lb) stewed tomatoes
One can (8oz) tomato sauce
One can (4oz) diced green chilies
One package (1 1/4 oz) taco miux
Twelve corn tortillas
One pound grated cheese

Brown beef and onion, drain excess fat. Add stewed tomatoes, tomato sauce, chilies and taco mix. Mix well, bring to a boil, reduce heat and simmer uncovered 10-15 minutes. Layer corn tortillas, beef mixture, cheese in a lightly greased lasagna sized pan. End layering with cheese. Bake at 350 degrees for 25 minutes. This is a great company dish!

LARSON

Leland was born in Grundy Center, Iowa. When he was 11 his dad, Jordan L. Larson, and mother, Mildred (nee Thorson), moved to Mt. Vernon, New York.  The year was 1946. Leland's dad had been hired to be the superintendent of schools. He held that position until 1965. Prior to the move he was in the Army Air Force. Eventually the Army and the Air Force became separate entities. It just so happened that the Larsons' moved to Hutchinson Blvd and lived four houses away from the Wood family. The front stoop of the house was where Leland and I began our "courtship". I adored "Mom Larson"! Her family originated in Norway as did "Dad" Larsons'. My mother and Mildred were friends. Leland, Greg, Laura and I had the good fortune to meet a family cousin on a Norwegian island called Finnoy. The island produced flowers and was absolutely beautiful. We had such a lovely visit.

When Laura was in high school we took in an exchange student, Christian Laupsa from Norway. He spent the school year with us. We took him on many trips so he could get a feel for how lovely the USA is. We went to New York City, Las Vegas etc. We were invited by his family to visit and so we traveled there, this time with Jennifer, her husband Bud and Laura. The Laupsas' were gracious hosts.

Leland's dad passed away at the age of 75, but his mother lived to be 95. She had all of her faculties and a great sense of humor. She grew up on a farm in Iowa which proved to be helpful as she managed  the family farm when her husband was serving his country during World War II.  She was a school teacher before her marriage. She was very dear to me. And, she said that I was very dear to her. I truly loved her. She was a wonderful mother to her four children, Jordan, Jeanne, Marilyn and the baby of the family, Leland.  Sadly, she lost her two oldest children, Jordan in Dec. 2nd, l995 and Jeanne (Griewe) Feb. of 1996. Mom passed away in Nov. of 1996 here in Cumming, Ga.  That was a very tough time for Leland and the entire family. Laura never met either of her two grandfathers but happily was able to spend time with both her grandmothers.

When I was younger it never occurred to me to ask my parents, grandparents, aunts and uncles questions about their childhoods and backgrounds; about their hopes and fears and tales from their childhood days. Then, I could have shared them with our children.  I want all the children to know how important it is to know their history. I feel deprived now and a sadness that I didn't have the foresight to ask. We are all a product of our genetics and environments. This blog is my way to share some stories, some history. I hope you all can relate and will take the time to tell your children and grandchildren about your youth, family traditions, folk lore etc.

One of my all-time favorite books" THE PILLARS OF THE EARTH" by KEN FOLLETT

If you are like me, you are already looking and planning ahead to the holidays. The following is a delicious punch to serve during the holidays.

CHAMPAGNE PUNCH

One (12oz) frozen lemonade thawed (concentrate)
One (12oz) frozen orange juice thawed (concentrate)
One (12oz) frozen limeade thawed (concentrate)
One  (two liter) gingerale, chilled
One (two liter) champagne, chilled

Mix juice concentrate in a punch bowl. (DO NOT ADD WATER). Stir in gingerale. Add champagne. DO NOT STIR.  Champagne and gingerale must be equal. Add fruit ring that has been frozen.Serves  bunch of people.

FOOD

I have always had a marvelous relationship with food. Except for the hot cereals (oatmeal, farina, cream of wheat , etc. I was force fed as a child. Double yuck on those! I love Japanese, Indian, Thai, German and especially Italian food.  Leland and I have had a running dispute on who has the better food; Norway (his heritage) or England. Hands down, England wins. Everything is boiled in Norway and unseasoned. Who doesn't love fish and chips, steak and kidney pie, shortbread cookies etc. When Leland flew out of Bangkok and was on a trip, Laura and I dined together in the dining room. She had her mushed up stuff and formula and I methodically tried almost everything on the menu. It was all quite delicious until I ordered the most expensive item. It arrived in a covered fish server. I removed the lid and lo and behold there was an entire fish floating in what can only be described as sewage. It smelled awful! I simply couldn't eat it. From then on I stuck to the known.

On one occasion we flew to Changmai, Thailand, the artisan part of the country. We rented a marvelous guide. We also bought a hand carved bar and had it shipped home. The shipping cost as much as this huge piece of furniture. We have it to this day stocked with years old liquors. Neither of us drink! Back in Bangkok I bought "Louis Vuitton" purses. The seller asked so many bahts. I kept bidding him UP in price. He was shocked as was Leland. Here I thought I was getting a bargain until Leland explained to me that this was not an auction. We walked away and went to another vendor. I learn very quickly. I bargained quite well this time.

In Tokyo we bought a stroller in a department store and we found out later it didn't pivot. We donated it!  We would point to a picture when we ordered food in Tokyo.  I am a big fan of sushi!

In Mexico we bought a green marble coffee table the day after the huge earthquake there. Jennifer and Bud now have what we call the"earthquake" table. I came home very sick! Even that didn't make me dislike Mexican food. Every once in a while I crave it.

We loved the food in Germany. Especially at the "Gas Station" in Frankfurt. In Berlin there was a Yugoslavian restaurant that we frequented many times. It was inexpensive and delicious. The best little sausages I've ever had.

In China we ate bok choy with EVERY meal and other stuff we couldn't identify. I don't even want to think about it.

In Rome I had the same exact pizza three nights in a row. I liked it so much and haven't found anything comparable since. But it's been fun and fattening searching.

Now the sad part! A lot of the ladies and some men that we go out with now in our retirement community will look at their plate of food and comment that they couldn't possibly eat everything on their plate. I, on the other hand, am quite happy to clean my plate. Some couples share. Leland and I  have hardy appetites so we each get our own meal. Most of our friends always take half their food home in a box. Apparently when one gets older their appetite lessens. I'm older than a lot of them and apparently my stomach hasn't gotten that message yet. I keep waiting for my appetite to decrease. It's depressing!

I am so happy that they produce vegetables in a steam bag. It's easy to just pop them in the microwave. I recommend them if you haven't tried them.  The simpler the better is my motto now. I used to experiment but Leland is a meat and potatoes man and before I thought how boring. Now I am thankful. In fact, he is content with grilled cheese sandwiches on some nights. So am I!

I think y'all get the message that food is quite a factor in my life. I even like to grocery shop. When I came home from the hospital our darling daughter cleaned out our refrigerator and pantry. I was totally chagrined when she said, "Mama you have 16 jars of mustard in the refrigerator" (okay so I get carried away with different kinds). I had three bottles of the same kind of maple syrup in the pantry. Some things were out of date and had to be thrown out. Lesson learned! Anyway, speaking of food -

RECIPE FOR "CHICKEN SURPRISE"

7 to 8 chicken breast halved (boned)
1 box butter crackers crushed
1 stick butter, melted
10 3/4 oz can of cream of chicken soup
10 3/4 cream of celery soup
1 can water chestnuts, sliced
1 onion chopped or 1 1/2 teaspoon of roasted garlic (in jar)
16 oz sour cream

Cook chicken and shred. Combine crackers with butter, reserve one cup for topping. Pat remaining cracker crumbs into a 9 X 13 baking dish. Combine chicken, soups, water chestnuts, onion and sour cream and spread evenly over crust. Sprinkle reserved crumbs on top. Cover and bake 30 minutes at 350 degrees. Uncover and bake 8 - 10 minutes longer.

READING IDEAS: One of my most favorite authors is ROSAMUNDE PILCHER. I have read all of her books. Now her son, ROBIN has become a great author. Also an old friend of mine, Faith Morrow reminded me of three mystery writers that I have enjoyed reading: Elizabeth George, Ruth Rendell and Anne Perry. Thanks Faith for refreshing my memory and for the recipe.

Perhaps I am too enamored with food and should think about dieting AGAIN! I don't think so! Have a great weekend. Arlene

P.S. Leland drove me to renew my driver's license today. We debated about Norwegian versus English food on the way to the DMV. We agreed to disagree!

FALL & FAMILY

Leland has gone to a communication meeting at the clubhouse and I am sitting back and enjoying a cup of tea.  The cold weather arrived today and I am all set for it. I spent a day changing out summer clothes for fall ones. I just put  a fall wreath on the door and hopefully we will get a pumpkin today to sit out on our porch. We do not get children in our neighborhood as it is a fifty-five and older community. No need to buy candy! That's a very good thing as I usually bought candy that I liked and over indulged. Leland still reminds me that I used to eat the ears off of Laura's chocolate bunnies at Easter time. Obviously, I have a love affair with chocolate. I miss dressing up my children in Halloween costumes and getting them all dressed up for the holidays.  I miss a lot of things from their childhoods: arranging their birthday parties, watching them play their sports etc. I never minded chauffeuring them around to their various activities and cheering them on. I am reminded of how well they turned out so I wouldn't trade those days for anything.

Some  things are just plain old genetic: Greg got my "bee in the bonnet" gene. If we decide we need or want something we have to have it NOW and will go to extremes to obtain it. Laura got the collecting gene and like me doesn't mind a little clutter from our collections. We like to go on the hunt for just the right thing.  My TJ Maxx bill arrived and it so much lower now that I can't drive. I was so used to getting in the car and just popping in on numerous occasions to browse/shop.  Hopefully, in six months that will change if I remain seizure free.  Conversely, Greg is a minimalist. Everything has a place and heaven forbid an item is moved. Both Greg and Laura are artistic. That is a Wood family heritage. And the list goes on....

I can remember my mother saying "just wait until you have children of your own". Maybe she figured it was payback time. I really don't understand as my sister and I were good. My two were good.  So, I imagine that in her own way she  was telling me how wonderful it is to have children. It really is! I also inherited four more plus grandchildren and so now life is full of joy and loving support. My sister and I have always been there for one another.  The bottom line is there is nothing like family.

This weekend my nephew is arriving with his wife and my grand-nephew Jack. I will be meeting him for the first time. I was in New York for his shower and now I get to actually hold him. I dare you to take him from my arms! I can't tell you how touched I am that they would make the time to come from New York and visit us. They know the trip up north would be difficult for us. I feel very special!

My cousin, Joan calls all the time to check up on me. Thank you! Joan is the daughter of my Uncle Al. Remember when I told you that he and my mother were so ill-treated by their step-father. He too, went on to be very successful but sadly passed away at a relatively young age. Joan and her husband, Gene have been here to visit. Y'all come back soon!

Honestly, when I sat down to write today this was untitled because I didn't know what I was going to write. But, somehow it just evolved and I am happy with it. I know this is a personal story but I hope that you, the reader can somehow relate. Thank you, Arlene

I just purchased "AND THE MOUNTAINS ECHOED" written by Khaled Hosseini. I am sure I will enjoy it as much as I enjoyed his two previous books "THE KITE RUNNER" and "A THOUSAND SPLENDID SUNS".

RECIPE: ONE BOWL FUDGE (great holiday gift)

2 packages (8 squares each Bakers semi-sweet chocolate
1 can (14oz) sweetened condensed milk
2 teaspoon vanilla
1 1/2 cup chopped walnuts

Microwave chocolate and milk in large microwavable bowl on high 2 - 3 minutes or until chocolate is almost melted. Stir halfway through heating time Remove and stir until chocolate is completely melted. Stir in vanilla and walnuts. Spread in a greased 8 inch square pan. Refrigerate until firm. Cut into squares.

My sister reminded me that Joshua remembers going "grocery shopping" in grandpa's garden. I remember pulling a carrot out of the ground, brushing it off and eating it. I spent many hours in the garden with my dad mostly just sitting on the bench, chewing away. Gregory helped plant the vegetables.  Dad didn't realize it at the time but he was an organic grower. Our neighbors had chickens - need I say more. We all loved that garden!  We also had an old row boat and used it on the pond. Those were the "good old days" and simpler times only because our parents were part of those days.

THE PAST

My father came from a privileged background, my mother did not. Her childhood, to say the least was a sad one. Her parents met here in the USA both having arrived from Czechoslovakia near the Austrian border. Mom was born in Johnston, PA and was reared in Dunlo, PA, a small Czech mining community. During the 1918 flu epidemic she lost her beloved father and siblings. Only my grandmother, my mother Anne and her brother Al survived. Their next door neighbor lost his wife but had several children that also survived. He became my step-grandfather and I did not like him. Frankly, I do not even remember his first name. He was not at all nice to my mother and her brother. When Mom was nineteen she left Dunlo and moved to New York City to enter nursing school. Dad, the youngest of five and the mischief maker of the family (he "borrowed" the family car at a very young age and went on a "joy ride" sans license) also lived in the city. He was in a long term relationship with Dorothy, a nurse. He played semi-pro basketball, tennis and golf and loved creating furniture.  He was twenty-nine years old and worked at the "Lighthouse for the Blind" in New York City. In the summer he was a director of a camp for underprivileged children. One night there was a dance at the Lighthouse and the nursing students were invited, mom included. It was "love at first sight" and mom and dad married shortly thereafter. Poor Dorothy! But wait, Dorothy was the delivery room nurse when I was born and she and mom became life long friends. She never married but neither did she hold a grudge. She watched me grow up and was very dear to me. Mom overcame her loveless childhood and became the most loving and fun mom ever. She and dad were great role models. She also loved working at the camp during the summers. Like dad, she loved children. There marriage lasted forty-seven years. She was widowed for twenty years before she passed away at age 85. My sister and I were so proud of her independence. People gravitated toward her because of her beautiful smile. My sister and I will always miss both of our parents.

A lot of people come from dysfunctional backgrounds. Sadly. some people never overcome them.  But others like my mother proceed and do well.  She made sure that Carole-Anne and I had a quality of life that she never had. She and dad made sure that home "was where the heart was" and we knew that we were always welcomed there with "open arms". My parents were the only babysitters that Gregory ever had.  Dad taught him how to play chess (he became a national champion), how to fish and he was a calming influence and presence in his life. Grandma was fun! My two nephews, Joshua and Justin also have fond memories of Grandma and Grandpa Wood. Laura loved going over to grandma's for a sleepover.

Dad and Mom went to Hawaii first class! It was their first airline trip. They then toured the other islands in a small little plane. They had the BEST time! This trip gave them the travel bug and they made several trips out to California to visit me in Menlo Park. They missed Greg and me. Sadly, when Dad got ill their traveling days as a couple came to an end. But, how wonderful that they had those trips together. I loved having them visit! One time I told them each to pack a bag as we were going on a surprise trip. I took them to Yosemite and they marveled at the scenery. We toured Napa Valley etc. They were always keen to go! And the more spontaneous the better. Surprise us they would say!


When we lived in Germany, Mom visited twice and we took her on trips. The most notable was a drive through Czechoslavia. She didn't speak the language but later found out she had relatives still living there. The people we met were absolutely charming. I am also proud of my Czech heritage. Believe me, she was so adventuresome. She used to say, just put me in a car and drive. She developed a love of travel and would venture anywhere.


RECIPE: CZECH NOODLES

7 oz. noodles
1/4 butter
1/4 light brown sugar
2 eggs, slightly beaten
1 cup sour cream
1/4 teaspoon nutmeg
1 - 8oz pkg dates,  cut up (optional) I have never used them

Cook noodles, add butter and brown sugar to drained noodles and mix until butter is melted. Add remaining ingredients and mix well. Pur into greased 4 to 5 cup souffle or casserole dish. Do not cover. Bake at 350 degrees for 20-25 minutes. Serve with additional sour cream on the side.

Instead of a book I am recommending "HOMELAND" which is being shown on HBO. We started at the beginning thanks to our neighbor, Joan. She has been loaning us her  DVD's. Enjoy!

STUFF

I look around our home, in our cabinets, in our basement and all I see is stuff!  I love dishes and have many lovely sets that I have purchased throughout the years. I collect majolica, royal doulton figurines, antique platters, etc. I have many antique cups and saucers (inherited from my mother-in-law). They are packed away in the basement. I decided I couldn't live without a panini machine,  a fondue set, electric crepe maker, ice cream maker and raclette machine (don't ask!), a huge chafing dish, buffet warming serving tray, and an expresso maker. I mention these specific items because I have NEVER used them! I did use an expensive bread making machine twice. Leland figured that each loaf cost approximately $105.00 each.  I am sure that Goodwill was able to sell it rather quickly to an enthusiastic cook. I could add much more to this list but then you would think I was an impulsive buyer and folks you would be right. I have bought expensive cooking utensils (the kind that chefs use on TV, that I can hardly lift). A mandolin that I used once. Need I say more?!! Stuff has overtaken my life! I have seasonal wreaths, seasonal dishes and a giant artificial Christmas tree that I bought on line. It takes up a lot of room in the basement along with a kiln (from my pottery days) two bicycles etc. The first and last time I used my new bicycle, I fell off of it into a wheel barrow!! Leland thought that was hysterically funny and I DIDN'T! Whenever the children visit I plead with them to take something home. I am not a minimalist, I like my clutter! It's the English in me! But I am at the point now where we do not need eight sets of china (we hardly entertain any longer), and the latest kitchen doodads. And, how many platters does one need? The short of it is, I need to cut down on STUFF! But folks, don't bet on it!

When we lived in Berlin some lady friends and I would go to the Polish market at 5:00am. We would buy crystal until the police came and ran the sellers off the lot. As a result I bought many decanters, bowls etc. that at the time I thought I couldn't live without. I gave the majority of the pieces away. At the grand bazaar in Istanbul I bought copper pieces up the ying yang. I sold them at a consignment shop. I realized to keep that stuff looking nice one has to polish it! I gave up on that!! In France I bought Santon dolls. I just had to have them! I sold them on ebay. I still have scarves and shawls from Toulouse. Presently I am collecting hats! I do wear them.

I truly wish now that I saved the money instead of buying stuff I couldn't live without! The moral of the story is, don't buy anything you DON'T NEED because the kids really don't want our stuff! They have their own stuff now! I am now hunting for pretty tablecloths. I NEED them!

NOVEL RECOMMENDATION; "HIDDEN ORDER" by Brad Thor (I have read all of his books)

Another retro RECIPE:

CARAMELIZED ONION TART:

3 lbs Vidalia onions sliced
2 Tablespoon olive oil
1 teaspoon salt
1/2 package puff pastry
1/2 cup parmesan cheese
garnish with fresh rosemary sprigs

Cook onion in hot oil of a large skillet over low hear, stirring often 30-35 minutes until onion is caramel in colored. Stir in salt, and set mixture aside.
Unfold pastry, fit into a 9 inch square tart pan.
Bake at 400 degrees for 15-20 minutes or until browned.
Remove from oven. Press pastry with the back of a spoon to flatten. Top with caramelized onions, sprinkle with parmesan. Bake 5 more minutes.
Garnish if desired
Note: I usually double the recipe an use a sheet pan.

Well, I'll sign off for now! Have a good weekend

FRIENDS

When I was five years old I attended kindergarten at Lincoln School in Mt. Vernon, New York. On my very first day I met Waldine Johnson (now Peckham) and Mary Meyers (now Rutherford). Sixty nine years later we are still great friends. When I met Leland I was seven years old and he was eleven. We were friends and we are still friends and more! I have friends from over fifty years ago, Gloria Hart, Vivien Cord and Sue Maddock. They have all been there for me through "thick and thin". Thank you!


In Germany I met Carol Light and Joy Miller. They too are wonderful friends. When we moved to Parson Runs I met June, (love ya! ), Danelle, and Marilyn. They too are very dear to me. Now that we are in The Orchards, I am indeed fortunate to be friends with Pat (extraordinary!), Judy, Bev, Micki, Joan (great next door neighbor), Susan, Elaine, Ann, Carol and Terry. You all are terrific! 

I don't use the term, friends, loosely. We go through life and we make many acquaintances but true friendships are rare. I am indeed fortunate to call all of the above true friends. It's so important to develop friendships, otherwise there is a big void in our lives. These are the people you can count on, talk to about anything and absolutely enjoy being with. In turn I hope you all know that I value your friendships and that I am here for you as you have been for me. Again, my heartfelt thank you!

Recipe: Tuna Chinese Noodle Casserole

1 tablespoon butter
1 teaspoon garlic powder
1 tablespoon soy sauce
1 3oz can chow mein noodles
1 7 o can all white tuna
2 cups  celery
1 cup chopped onion
1/4 lb cashews (I use unsalted)
1 can of cream of mushroom soup

Melt butter, stir in garlic powder and soy sauce. Add noodles, toss lightly. Mix remaining ingredients, pour into casserole. Top with noodle mixture. Bake at 350 degrees for 45 minutes or until bubbly. Serve with rice. Serves 6.

Read: "A Reliable Wife" by Robert Goolrick

Enjoy your weekend, do something fun and then get cozy!

TIME FLIES

When I was a young child I couldn't wait for my birthday or Halloween or Christmas. Then when I was fifteen I couldn't wait for my sixteenth birthday. I knew then I would be able to obtain my driving permit.   My dad patiently taught me the rudiments of safe driving and to this day I heed many of his tips. My first car was a green Henry J and I paid $75.00 for it. Can you imagine? There was always something I was looking forward to. Little did I know that I was wishing my life away. How silly! Now that I am older I think that life is going by much too quickly. "Oh my", I say to Leland" it's the weekend again". Time flies by!  My babies are adults!! The grandchildren are growing so quickly. In my seventies I want life to slow down. I want to savor each day. We arise in the morning and "low and behold" it's time to go to bed! Where did the day go? It's so important at this stage of our lives not to  wish our lives away. I also realize it's good to have a "bucket list" and to be able to cross off an item. Scotland was on my list. We crossed it off in August after a wonderful trip. I have added another - a river cruise in Europe. I hope and pray we will be able to do it next year. If not, I am indeed satisfied with all we have done in the past.

British TV and more....

The BBC has some wonderful English programs: "Downtown Abbey",  "Keeping Up Appearances", "Midsummer Murders", "Inspector Lewis", "Sherlock Holmes" and Agatha Christie's mystery series and many more that are worth viewing. See, I told you I like TV.

I am also hooked on the food channel, HGTV and the cooking shows on BRAVO. TV is a good distraction for me. Thank goodness we have two TV's as the ones I just mentioned are not Leland's "cup of tea". As a couple we watch: "Chicago Fire", "NCIS", "Blue Bloods" and more.  Hope you enjoy!

Recipe: Lemonade Pie (so easy)

2 graham cracker crusts

1 can Eagle Brand condensed milk

1 (6 oz) frozen lemonade (thawed) (limeade can be substituted)

2 (8 oz cartons Cool Whip 

Brown the graham cracker crusts at 350 degrees for 10 minutes. Cool. Mix lemonade and condensed milk thoroughly. Mix in one carton of Cool Whip. Pour half in each pie shell and chill. Divide second carton of cool whip as topping for each pie.

Reading:

Eugenia Price's trilogy about St. Simond's. These books are quite old but well worth tracking down. Then, I suggest a trip to St. Simond's!

Oh gosh! tomorrow is Friday! See how fast Time Flies! Enjoy your weekend readers.

EMPTY NEST

I was living in California when Gregory went off to college.  His father and I had an Empty Nest. After a time I took stock of my life.  I was in a very unhappy marriage and had been for several years. So, with the support of my parents and son, I made the difficult decision to end a twenty-one year relationship. Divorce is never easy and it certainly takes its toil.  But, I was proud of myself for being strong and confident enough to go forward on my own. After all, when I first got married, I was twenty-one and living with my parents.  And, as the saying goes: "you never know someone until you live with them". Now in Georgia, I'm indeed lucky that Greg and his wife, Grace live close by, and I'm so grateful that they moved here from California. Thank you both.

Laura left home for the University of Georgia and Leland and I had an Empty Nest. While at UGA, Laura studied for a semester in Cortona, Italy ("Under the Tuscan Sun" location). We were fortunate to visit her (along with Greg, Grace and my sister, CA). We rented a lovely villa nearby. She then attended UMass at Amherst and subsequently studied in  Costa Rica and Guatemala. Although, we missed our "Boo", Leland and I adjusted, because we have a wonderful marriage. After Laura graduated, she lived with us for a year, while substitute teaching. She then decided to "spread her wings" and move to Charlotte, North Carolina where she has made a wonderful life for herself teaching art at two elementary schools.

I love being a mother, grandmother and auntie.  I am proud that the children are independent and living admirable lives. Being parents is not always an easy task but knowing that the children were taught to "spread their wings and fly away" with confidence, means a job well done on our part. And, the bottom line is we have each other and that the children know we would welcome them with open arms at any time.

Recipe: Crab Meat Quiche:

2 eggs
1/2 cup sour cream
1/2 cup milk
2 tablespoons of butter, melted
2 tablespoons all-purpose flour
1 teaspoon salt
1/4 teaspoon ground pepper
1 cup crab meat (I buy the cans at Costco)
1 cup shredded swiss cheese
1 (9 inch) unbaked pie crust

Directions:

Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Whisk eggs, sour cream, milk, butter, flour, salt and black pepper in a bowl until thoroughly combined, gently stir crabmeat and swiss cheese into the egg mixture. Spread the filling into the pie crust.

Bake quiche in the preheated oven until the knife inserted into the filling comes out clean, 40 to 45 minutes. This recipe pairs beautifully with the aforementioned buttermilk Jell-O salad.

Reading: "First Family" by  David Baldacci. Actually, I recommend all of his books.

Hope you are enjoying this blog. I am having a delightful time doing it. It's fun to go through my old recipes looking for some to share.  And truly, I only suggest novels that I have enjoyed reading. Have a great day!

PHOBIAS'

I used to love going on airplanes because it usually meant that we were going on an adventure. Now I dread the ritual of embarking on a flight. Yes, I know security is a necessary procedure but it is still a pain. The seats are cramped and the food is either non-existant or dreadful. People used to get dressed up for their travels and for the theatre, opera, church etc. No longer! I truly wonder if the young ladies in short shorts are immune to the cold! People get very grumpy when a flight is delayed and very pushy when time to disembark.. Also I truly think that the flight attendants are not as affable as they were years ago.  On our flight to Australia (a very long flight) we had a geriatric female attendant who could not manage the overhead compartments. Leland helped her close them. But, I have to say she smiled a lot and did her job well.

When I was in my late thirties and was halfway up a mountain in California I developed an instant fear of heights (a.k.a. acrophobia). Greg and his father had a heck of a time getting me back down to ground level. That fear stayed with me for quite some time. I learned not to look down on many occasions. Fortunately, it is gone now but please do not expect me to go sky diving anytime soon!

Then, I developed claustrophobia! You are now thinking I am a hopeless neurotic but "hold your horses" it gets worse! I began to dislike elevators and either would use the stairs or wait until there were additional people riding with me. After all I had to have someone to commiserate with, if we got stuck and to calm my hysteria. Even in the ladies room I would make sure that the space was large enough for me to crawl under if I couldn't open the door.  (yuck!) Okay, now is the time to call me "nuts".

Now that I have  endured countless MRI's (alright so I took a tiny valium) and CT scans and had to wear a mask over my entire head, locked to a table and could only breathe through my nose for  thirty three sessions of radiation treatments (without pills!) I am no longer claustrophobic. (wow that's a run on sentence - my apologies to all english majors).  I had to make a choice, go crazy or "go with the flow". Thankfully, I chose the latter.

I have developed a "que sera sera attitude and I am much better off. I am content with my life and decided that fear shouldn't be a factor any longer. Now if I could just quit worrying about stuff!

If you have been following this blog (I sure hope so) you will remember Micki G.  Micki bought for me the most memorable book: "Once We Were Brothers" by Ronald H. Balsom. It was terrific and it is now making the rounds in the neighborhood. Also when Micki and her wonderful husband came over for dinner I included the following dish. She requested the  recipe which I would now like to share with you:

Recipe: Buttermilk Salad

1 (20 oz.) can crushed pineapple
2 small or 1 large box of orange flavored Jell-O
2 cups buttermilk
8 oz. extra creamy cool whip
1 cup pecans optional but I use them)
   
Drain juice from pineapple into a small saucepan. Add Jell-O and cook over low heat until Jell-O dissolves, then add crushed pineapple. Let cool. Mix buttermilk and Cool Whip. Add pecans and Jell-O to mixture. Pour into a mold or casserole dish an refrigerate until firm. This makes a lovely side dish.

I hope you all are enjoying everyday. Believe me, it truly is important. And, as my mother used to say, do a little, sit a little.