A sequel to the last post..."Our Outside Cats, Inside".
I am finally getting time to post those pics of the kittens that I promised. I thought I would include some pics of what was going on outside while they were inside.
We are in the bootheel (that is the very southeast part) of Missouri and the dogwood is our state tree.
Itsy and Twitch were abandoned and we raised them. So, they are truly our babies. After having their litters, only days apart, they moved all the babies into one box and shared. This is Itsy taking her turn.
Itsy and Twitch doing double duty!
It didn't take long until it was impossible to keep them from escaping!
Nosey litte critters...they love their Papa!
Just Too Cute!
It was really, really hard but we knew we couldn't keep all of them. So, we found good homes for all but Droopy...that's him in the last pic. He is livin' large and lovin' it outside with his mama's & uncle.
Some of you may remember the kittens we adopted almost a year and a half ago. They grew up, moved outside, got pregnant and came back inside to have the babies. Daddy, aka known as Mike-my hubby, was afraid something would get the babies if we let them deliver outside. It didn't matter that we have had multiple (lots & lots) of litters outside in the past 13 years we have lived here. Anyhoo, here are some pics that I took while they were back inside.
Twitch, the brown tabby and Itsy, the grey, relaxing in their favorite get away. It was great while it lasted...the kittens eventually insisted on joining them!
Kids, what are you gonna do?
Brother, Bo, just had to come in for a visit!
Aunt Elli, so forlorn! Those stinkin' kittens get all the attention.
So, there are our babies all grown up. If you are all up for it, I will post pics of the babies next.
Side Note...see the old buffet in the second pic. Trying to decide if I want to strip it (it is solid walnut) or paint it. What do you think?
I have been sharing my Moccasin Holler Memoirs for a while now and I want to share some pics of Moccasin Holler. Yep, there is a Moccasin Holler.
Let's start at the beginning. This is Mama and Daddy, the newlyweds, standing in front of their first home. Notice the house in the foreground, you will be seeing more of it. At the time the pic was taken, Mama's parents lived there.
In this pic my little sis, Juletta, and I are standing in the front yard of the house where we grew up. Seeing the road brings back so many memories. We jump on our bikes and ride anywhere we wanted, just as long as we were home before dark. You are also seeing Moccasin Holler...it looked like this for about a 4 mile stretch. A few houses were scattered along the road, but for the most part there were fields of cotton, soybeans and corn. Our closest neighbors were about two miles either way down the road!
I want to fast forward a lot of years and show you another shot of my boys in about the same spot as my sister and I in the last pic. This one shows part of the pasture and one of the barns. In the foreground is the house where I was born and spent the first 8 years of my life. There is also a better view of Moccasin Holler!!
This is our castle! See the antenna in the center of the pic on the far side of the house? I shimmied up it almost every day to sit on the roof. I loved looking at the livestock grazing in the beautiful tree filled pasture and daydreaming about things that fill a little girls head.
Oh, how I would love to be able to sit in the porch swing with Mama one more time. Here, we are getting my baby brother to sleep while my faithful friend, Boy, looks on.
I'm gonna leave you with this. This has been bittersweet for me. The house burned down several years ago and the whole farm, including where the house and pasture set, is now a rice paddy.I
was blessed to have been born and raised at this particular spot in Moccasin Holler. I miss it still and
hope you have enjoyed seeing the pics as much as I have enjoyed sharing them.
who could ask for more? We will be spending tomorrow with our kids and grand-kids...food will definitely be involved! Then, off to the park to enjoy a performance by the Community Orchestra...that will be extra special because our oldest grand-daughter is a member. Of course, fireworks are next. Fun, fun, fun! Through all this I know memories of past 4th's will no doubt find their way into my thoughts. It has been a few years since I have shared them with you, so I decided to post...
4th of July, Moccasin Holler Style
sister, brother and I were lucky enough to have cousins our ages. They were the
"city" cousins, but we never held that against them. They lived about
40 miles from us and we spent a lot of time together. The 4th was really
special. The big ole washtub got drug off the back porch and filled with ice
and sodas...something we didn't get very often. And, on the 4th we got to drink
as many as we wanted. Unfortunately, they usually ran out before we drank our
celebration actually started on the 3rd. Daddy would dig a pit in the back yard
and Mama would bring out one of the grills from the oven to make sure the pit
was the right size. Mama would get some pork steaks and pork chops out of the
freezer. These were from one of the hogs that we had butchered the fall
before. We had our own chickens and I'm tellin' you, those critters knew
what was comin'. Thankfully, there were always a few that couldn't outrun
Daddy!! Mama had plenty to cook over that pit. Mama made her
famous potato salad, our aunt brought her delicious strawberry shortcake and
between the two of them we had all the fixins. Daddy would gather in a big
basket of roastin' ears from the cornfield and fix up another tub of ice water
for the watermelons and cantaloupes our uncle would be bringing.
late afternoon of the 3rd, the city kinfolk had arrived and the games
began. We had relay races around the house, played Annie Over, Jacks and snuck
boloney or bacon out of the refrigerator, tied pieces to a long piece of twine
and fished for crawdads in the big ditch across the road. This went on pretty
much all night. Finally, when we were too tired to go on, we headed to the
tent. Now this wasn't just your ordinary tent...it was special!! We gathered up
pieces of rope and strung it between trees then went inside to the quilt stack
and drug out enough quilts to make the sides of the tent with flaps hanging in
the front and back. A few more to make our bed on the ground and we were set.
We lit the old kerosene lantern and were lulled to sleep by the soft voices of
Mama and Aunt Edith.
woke up bright and early to find Mama already fixin' breakfast over a fire.
While she had the bacon and sausage cookin', we would go to the hen house and
gather up the eggs. I think I liked breakfast better than the 4th of July
dinner (that's lunch to you northerners). Just thinkin' of all that food
makes me hungry!
Those days were filled
with wondrous things...sodas, hand-churned ice cream, roasted marshmallows, swimmin'
in Little River and so much love that you couldn't stir it with a stick.
I finish this post wishin' for all of you a 4th of July as wondrous as the ones from my childhood.
As you all know, I have been pretty scarce around here. I have been getting back into the swing of things (gradually) and finally made it into the painting room.
Now for the dilemma, I found these!
Yep, all base-coated and waiting to be finished. Only one problem...I have no idea what I was planning to paint on them and my brain keeps going into the freeze mode every time I look at them. Anyone have any suggestions...seriously, I could really use some input. What would you like to see painted on these neat surfaces!!
I have been married to my best friend for 44 years.
We have 3 grown kids, 4 counting our wonderful daughter-in-law. Our 4 grandkids are absolutely great and we are so proud of them.
I began painting because I wanted a cypress knee Santa and couldn't afford the ones I had seen at a local craft show. So, I decided I would try my hand at painting my own. Those first ones I painted are safely hidden away...they are pretty scary!! :)
I also love to write and share memories of growing up in the country in the fifties.
And, as you have probably figured out...I tend to ramble on. Guess I'll hush before you start rolling your eyes! lol
Thanks so much for stopping by.