Ball game show

Sunday, February 5, 1939
36th Day–329 Days to Follow

We all went to S.S. and church. Mr. & Mrs. Ronning and Betty Joe came home with us for dinner. We played Bridge afternoon & evening. Mary & Betty Joe went to league.

Billy went on a picnic with Kirchoffs to South Mts.

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Sunday, February 5, 2012

I had to work part of the day, and kept getting asked if I would get to watch the big game. I wasn’t into it this year, especially after being frustrated and offended by the commercials last time. Maybe next year I can suspend feminist outrage and watch the game again. Though, honestly, playing cards all afternoon and evening sounds like a better way to spend the day right now. I did have some heart-tugging moments of missing my family and the way we all would gather at my aunt’s house to watch the game together. Feeling isolated; what else is new?


The babes

Saturday, February 4, 1939
35th Day–330 Days to Follow

The babes had their music lessons.

Had a big rain, no work for Shorty today. Got some coal from the garage attic. Cold & rainy.

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Saturday, February 4, 2012

I love how she calls her two youngest children “the babes.”

It’s funny to think of my grandfather, a somewhat intimidating — but not at all unloving — man most of the time I knew him, as a young boy, taking music lessons that would someday eventually lead to his meeting my grandmother. We’ve all heard it, and hear it again nearly every time Debussy is heard in a movie soundtrack or in the middle of a store’s muzak station. How the dark-haired girl rounded the corner at church camp to see the red-haired boy gracefully make his way through Clair De Lune. How she had watched this irreverent boy riding in a car with his pastor, unabashedly smoking the whole way to and from camp. And, later, the snap of the photographer’s shutter that would capture the tea-length white lace dressed and grey suited couple laughing over the humble wedding cake the bride herself made, a cost-cutting decision that pained her mother.

How music–something likely thought of as a periphery expense, especially during the downtrodden 30s–and my great-grandparents’ decision to include it in their childrens’ education, ultimately led to everything I know of family.


Unnecessary hiatus

Friday, February 3, 1939
34th Day–331 Days to Follow

I baked an Angel Cake. Cleaned the house. Mrs. Kirchoff took me to Woman’s Club meeting. Mr. Keen talked on rose culture. We visited Grace Stewart. She has been sick all week. Tom brought the pup to Billy & Inez. Mrs. Holke came for milk.

We played 500.

Mr. Nicholls visited us awhile. Loren came the last day for Mary.

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Friday, February 3, 2012

I took a little hiatus from the blog without much reason, other than being a bit down with some sort of inbetween funk. I’m pretty sure I was off work last Friday but, in truth, I haven’t done much besides tilling the garden a couple of times and watching a lot of netflix. I’m waiting to start my new job and we’re still slogging through sorting things at the house with (and without) the professional organizers. It’s also cold, so staying in/near bed always sounds like a good idea lately.

I’m curious about Memo’s cake, as I remember my mom talking about it from when she was young. Maybe sometime soon I can find her recipe and get back to baking.


Half a sick day

Thursday, February 2, 1939
33rd Day–332 Days to Follow

M.E. and Mary went to Tempe to get her books. I took Mrs. Hall to Kirchoff’s potluck Circle meeting. Had lots to eat and present: Kirchoff, Dobson, Fitch, Gurley, Dobson, Stephens, Schultz, Rawson, Gurtler, Patterson, Grimes, Tone, Wilson, Tone, Cummins, Wright, Mumford and Mrs. Law.

Visited Laura and Lee awhile. Mary and I worked on English. Had a very cold night. Gurley cow has a bull calf.

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Today the teasing cold hit me outright. I stayed in bed all day until I had to go to work, and I felt much better after all that rest and hours of drinking chicken broth and lemon-honey water. Work was fine, as it was a short shift from late afternoon to mid evening. Already people have heard “gossip” about me leaving, though it’s not really a secret. It’s funny…there hasn’t been much time at all in the last two months to establish any real friendships there, but, nonetheless, folks seem sad that I’m leaving. Good thing I live so close to the store – I’m sure I’ll be back often to shop and catch up with people.

J went to Canada early since things are slow at her place of work. The night was cold and quiet, so I returned to bed to work toward a full recovery. This cold will not prevail, so help me.



Rain and seedlings

Wednesday, February 1, 1939
32nd Day–333 Days to Follow

I went to the woman’s club to help with a Rotary dinner. Served ham, cabbage, yams, salad & coffee. It sprinkled rain most all day. Mrs. Tice, Mrs. Isley and Mrs. Stumpf worked. Mesdawes Hartman, Stillwell and Justin Smith waited tables.

Went to see Mrs. Grimes.

M.E., Kirchoff and Gurther went to a board meeting at the church.

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Wednesday, February 1, 2012

Today seemed just a little sweeter, with the knowledge that I have very few of these weekdays off in the future. I delivered my two-week notice to the grocery store, then stuck around and bought some seed packets and peat pots to start some seedlings. I planted in a light drizzle that hung around all afternoon. I started organizing some of Grandpa K’s seed packets and planned what will be planted where and when for the new season. Inside I started basil, sweet marjoram, chives, Japanese eggplant, a few varieties of tomato, broccoli, cauliflower, daisies, a few varieties of peppers, and turnip greens. I even poked some holes in an old canning lid to create my own indoor watering jar. Now, remembering to keep them all moist will be the only challenge.

After J got home from work we went to her coworker’s house down the street to eat dinner and play on the Wii with her 12-year-old daughter. It was a blast, until I got a text from my mom saying my grandmother fell down and they were taking her to the ER back in Arizona. I feel helpless this far away. If I was home I’d surely be with them all at the hospital…I’m too neurotic not to know what is happening right away. Neurotic or nosy, one of the two. I’m still waiting to hear the results of the ct scan and x-rays, but I’m hoping everything is OK and she will just be sore for awhile. Even despite the new job and more hopeful outlook on moving up here, I feel like I’m on a bungee that can snap back at any minute. I knew moving up here was a risk, but I hate being so far away when someone’s health is compromised. I wonder if I’ll ever feel completely settled here, or anywhere, again.

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Back to work

Tuesday, January 31, 1939
31st Day–334 Days to Follow

Mary, M.E. and I went to Phoenix. Got him a new suit. Came back by the church to set tables. Went home, fried donuts, and came back to the mission exhibit & talk on Burma. Good crowd there. Got Mary shoes in Phoenix.

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Today was another work day, though I started kind of late. I cruised through the first couple of hours and ran upstairs to check my phone: nothing. Checked again on lunch: nothing. I sat down with a heavy heart and the phone immediately began to ring. I walked into the back room to answer and finally heard what I’d been hoping for since before Christmas – that the job in Everett is mine. Instantly my mood lifted and my headache even abated a little bit. The rest of work was easier to handle, even with screaming children and cranky folks needing groceries at the end of their long work days.

I came home and celebrated a bit with J, then we tried to finish United States of Tara but fell short by three episodes. She’s off to Canada this weekend, so we’ll have to wait until next week to find out how they wrap up all of the craziness by the series finale.

Funny, too,  I was thinking I wanted to make donuts.

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Everyone’s catching up

10 doz. eggs brought $3.60

Monday, January 30, 1939
30th Day–335 Days to Follow

M.E. & Mary went to the show, to see “Marie Antoinette.” I washed today. Mary went to register. She came home on the bus. I met her and took the eggs to Leonard.

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Monday, January 30, 2012

Today was super hard, especially knowing I still had a close friend still in Portland. It took everything I had not to get back in the car and drive down for another day. Instead I stayed home, waiting for the phone to ring with a Very Important Call. That call never came. I tried to busy myself with other things, but mostly I just kind of fell into a blue day, especially when the professional organizers came to haul more stuff away. I wished with all my might that I had space to keep so much of this…stuff. I know, that probably makes me a hoarder. It just kills me thinking that someone’s things are headed toward the dumpster/recycling center – especially when the world is overrun with junk already. But I don’t have the time to repurpose things…I was too busy feeling sorry for myself, you know.

Later in the evening J and I watched some of United States of Tara, then both of us went to bed kind of early; another sucky Monday on the books.


Portland delivers

Sunday, January 29, 1939
29th Day–336 Days to Follow

We all went to S.S. and church. The choir sang “He is Able.” Mr. Hall brought Mrs. Ler Harr to church. We went to hear W.R. Stewart to-night, on “Old Age Pensions.”

We took Mrs. Smith home. M.E. and Mary went to see “Marie Antoinette” Monday night. Grace & Dale were there.

Mary went to League.

Mrs. J.J. Huber was killed tonight.

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I don’t know who Mrs. J.J. Huber was in relation to my great-grandmother, but my heart was struck with sadness just the same. I guess it’s the word “killed,” rather than “died.” I’m left wondering morbid thoughts…car accident? Farm accident?

Sunday arrived in Portland the same as Saturday did – to the stomp stompings of little feet upstairs. We rambled on again over coffee, then decided to go out in the rain for biscuits. We ate outside Pine State Biscuits under the awning, everyone bundled up against the cold. After breakfast we all drove to OMSI to see the Body Worlds exhibit. Maven and I had the oldest daughter much of the time, and it was fun to see her excitement over all of the visible body parts, systems and functions. She was especially interested in all the butt-holes. Truthfully, I was, too.

The kids went back home for naps, so Maven and I returned to our yarn store tour of Portlandia, and we found a pretty great shop in Twisted. The right atmosphere, super friendly staff, great organization, wear-able samples…a great mix of everything. Later we got lost attempting to drive to a New Seasons grocery store off the beaten path, but finally found it. We picked up J, who had come along to see her sister & family south of Portland, then we made it back to Sellwood to enjoy a taco dinner with all the friends. J and I packed up to leave around 7:30, and drove home in frightening rain and wind, but finally made it home with only a few close calls.

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So much catch up

Saturday, January 28, 1939
28th Day–337 Days to Follow

Billy & Inez had their music lessons. It is a very windy cold day.

M.E. & babes went to town. Mary L. Johnson stopped to tell me to vote. Her car stalled in front of the house. I finished my new house dress, mended several garments.

Gwen & Jimmy got married.

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Saturday, January 28, 2012

First morning in Portland with friends from Phoenix, and we woke to the awesome sounds of 6, 4 and 2 year old feet running around upstairs. We lingered over coffee and gluten-free rainbow cupcakes (that um, smelled like, well, farts), then decided to head over to the Waffle Window for a proper PDX breakfast. After downing waffles topped with roasted vegetables, lemon chevre and bacon, we wandered along Hawthorne in and out of many of the shops along the way. Vintage digs, yarn stores, coffee stores, and more vintage digs, where I bought a couple of not-at-all vintage bird stickers. The kiddos all went home for naps, but Maven and I refueled at Potato Champion (with poutine and pulled pork french fries), then drove over to Powell’s…which is kinda like* my Mecca.

After a couple of hours lost in the city of books, we met some friends for drinks at a McMenamins place downtown, then headed over to get Lebanese food, again on Hawthorne. Great food, great conversation, and great blisters on feet after all day in sub-par rainboots. We crashed out in the basement with the super cuddly cats, who purred and stole blankets from us all night. Pretty perfect.

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Early to bed…

Friday, January 27, 1939
27th Day–338 Days to Follow

Mrs. Spain’s birthday.

I did a lot of sewing and mending. Went to school to get the kids. Took Mary to Stockton’s to go to league Institute at Glendale. Went to see Grace Stewart. Stopped to see Mrs. Grimes. Saw the Gurtlers.

We went to bed at seven.

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Friday, January 27, 1939

Got a late start but then the day kicked into overdrive in the afternoon. Picked up my paycheck & schedule, then got the call from a hopeful potential employer that they needed to check references, so returned to the store to let them know in person. Went to the bank in Smokey Point, then went home to make rainbow cupcakes for a friend’s first visit to Portlandia.

When J got home we packed up the pup and the car and then proceeded to get stuck in traffic for the next hour and a half. We finally made it a little over four hours later…more than an hour longer than normal.

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