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Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16316379871679674677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qE-jZfj8VwE/TJoksLpUthI/AAAAAAAAAbc/zLw8miPJ4RQ/S220/013_13.JPG" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>154</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/TheMoFarmersDaughter" /><feedburner:info uri="themofarmersdaughter" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE4BQHg8eSp7ImA9WhRbF08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7360079613081890295.post-2379000298727190261</id><published>2012-02-08T10:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T10:49:11.671-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-08T10:49:11.671-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Saturday" /><title>Saturday</title><content type="html">&lt;em&gt;This is what I did on Saturday.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;1.Worked on Donas hair and nails.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;2.Went to a Cakewalk,won a fresh apple pie.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;3.Went to a funeral of an 100 year old woman.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;4.Went to Denny,s with 6&amp;nbsp;, over 85 year old ladies.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;5.Went to a square dance.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;I am tired.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;What a day!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;The cakewalk was a load of fun!Bluegrass musicians invaded Barton county meeting at the Barton County Sr.Citizens Center,and my dad wanted to go.He doesnt walk well,so I went also...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;I walked the cakewalk for him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7360079613081890295-2379000298727190261?l=themofarmersdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;We meet every Wednesday at eight oclock am at the Pepper Mill Resturant here in Lamar Mo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;I am the youngest member,I am fifty four,the other members are in their late eighty,s and ninety,s.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;That is OK.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;I love them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;My job is to pick up my friend Phillis,age 85,whom I secretly call the red tractor lady...I,ve talked about her before.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;It is so much fun,I adore them all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Today,I received a gift from Betty,age 85.It was a package full of goodies...Including an antique glass&amp;nbsp;pin cushion lady.I love it,in fact it is two Victorian ladies hugging or dancing together.It is aw some!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Also included in the package was a Victorian needle case and a Victorian lady in glass,also antique.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;I was so happy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;It was a good morning except Lonnie spilled her coffee all over Betty,s lap and slightly burned Bett,s hand.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;After breakfast of biscuits and gravy,I returned to the salon and permed Phil,s hair,looked cute when I was done.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Had a busy afternoon,Fern showed up,and I did a shampoo set on her,we discussed the local gossip.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Then Cindi called,It,s supper night at lodge tonight...So...I cooked a pot of chili and,I am on my way now to the lodge hall...Ev on died today{age 100}{lodge member 75 years}&amp;nbsp;and its a sad night for us,well on my way...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;It,s so much fun to be me!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7360079613081890295-2341797528090812742?l=themofarmersdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Its been a very hard day!&lt;br /&gt;
This morning I took Hoss to the wound clinic again for his last skin graft,and it did not take and...he has a new sore on his foot&amp;nbsp;...so I am not happy...I am very worried.&lt;br /&gt;
I have been practically starving him,and he still has a sore,very depressing...He has type two diabetes.&lt;br /&gt;
I have nothing in my house that will make him sick,I don,t think?&lt;br /&gt;
It is just draining when you think that you are doing all of the right things.&lt;br /&gt;
I went to Marys funeral this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;
Her message to us was to have hope...and to save the fork...&lt;br /&gt;
Saving the fork is a term used to save your fork for dessert...&lt;br /&gt;
The best is yet to come!{Heaven}&lt;br /&gt;
Years ago...people usually brought food to the home of the bereaved...did you know that raisin pie was general known as Funeral Pie?&lt;br /&gt;
The reason is that most everyone had or kept a box of raisins in the cuppard for just such an emergancy.&lt;br /&gt;
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But...&lt;em&gt;Its also the day that...I had to do my client Marys hair for her funeral this morning....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;I worked slowly,I....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;I brushed,I combed...I cry ed...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;teased,I picked...I combed and brushed it all out,I started over,until,I finally had to spray...I&amp;nbsp;did,nit want my time with Mary to end.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;Religiously,I had&amp;nbsp;fixed Marys hair at nine o'clock every Saturday morning since 1983.She had been my most faithful client,and friend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;.I felt sort of a bond with her because she grew up in the same house that I did,only years earlier.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;It was hard ,but,Spirit got me through it.Mary will be dearly missed,I loved her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;I had just buried my mothers sister on Friday,so,I am drained.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;I was all dressed up,so,I went out to our local Denny,s and ate lunch with our local Rebbecca Circle Chapter.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Rebbecca Circle meets every third Monday at 11 o,clock.Requirements for attendance are that you must be a past noble grand to attend circle.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;I am a past noble grand,and past Rebbecca of the year.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;So,anyway,I had a wonderful time.Betty was hostess and had pink and green table cloths on our round table all decorated with floral napkins and small sacks of candies.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Roll call was just what ever we wanted to say today,some read poems.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;I told about the beautiful vintage Rebecca/Odd Fellow&amp;nbsp;jewelry I have discovered on E-Bay.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7360079613081890295-6853299500295394578?l=themofarmersdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;Independent Order of the Odd Fellows have several divisions,I am a Rebbecca,and also in LEA,besides LA PM.That is three separate ladies auxiliaries.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Did you see the float on television as it appeared during the 123rd Rose Bowl Parade?{There is a Knight In Shining Armor}It won a prize of some sort.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;It all started when I started doing Maxine's hair in 1995.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;She was a bright and shining senior citizen.Sometimes back then,she would come into the shop and get her hair done three times a week.She was so upbeat and positive,unlike any other person I,d ever known,and seemed happier than any other client that I knew,or person on the street.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;It was like the scene in the movie When Harry met Sally{sort of}I said to myself right then...I,ll have what shes having!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Maxine was old,really old,even back then,but,she had something special,she had a life.All she talked about,was what color evening gown she was wearing to each event,she must of owned one hundred evening gowns,and what color and witch one did I think she should wear to Washington DC.?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;I was impressed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;I was also int rested because I love antiques,and history.{Epically the antique jewelry,I swiftly began to collect.}And the hidden coffin in the closet...?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Were we really going to sacrifice a goat I asked?{This is an inside joke by the way}&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;The first time she took me into the IO OF Hall I was impressed by the 200 year old furniture inside the hall.Everything,every piece of paper,every chair,every photo on the wall was old.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Maxine took me under her wing,and I learned every thing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;I would not be the person I am today without this wonderful group of senior citizens.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Today,I have a nice group of younger women involved also.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Every thing is supposed to be secret,but,its not bad.&lt;br /&gt;
I can tell you this,one of the thing we do,is to make a personal journal.&lt;br /&gt;
We keep track for ourselves how many cards we&amp;nbsp; have sent to the sick.How many phone calls we have personally made to shut ins,and bereaved,funeral home visits,the hours of community service work that we do,the hospital visits,Red Cross volunteer hours,the youth work that we do,the value of floral gifts we send,and the value of gifts ,food and clothing or coats we give.&lt;br /&gt;
This is just for ourselves,not to impress other members.&lt;br /&gt;
When you help others,it makes you happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7360079613081890295-6676835392398554005?l=themofarmersdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I have been happily unplugged for a couple of weeks.Jjust very busy with holiday parties,and&amp;nbsp;so tired.&lt;br /&gt;
I had a decent Xmas,it was one without tears...I usually expect tears and when I happen to have one without,I am very surprised,it was like wow,no tears.&lt;br /&gt;
New Years Eve,I square danced,and&amp;nbsp;yes, it is fun...&lt;br /&gt;
But,no single men,and no one I want,threes not even any ones husband that I want.&lt;br /&gt;
I just go,because it is actually fun.&lt;br /&gt;
The older married women get tired,and they share their husbands,to dance that is.&lt;br /&gt;
I am excited about a new year and a fresh start.&lt;br /&gt;
But...Single women have a lot of struggles that married women do not.&lt;br /&gt;
One is trying to find a guy just to dance with.&lt;br /&gt;
I asked a guy I kind of liked,to take square dance lessons,and he made fun of me!&lt;br /&gt;
So...back to the drawing board,another year all alone,maybe...&lt;br /&gt;
I am still trying to decided if all alone is a bad or a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;
I should not be so negative,it could happen that I will meet a man this way.It did happen for my new friend Betsy.Betsy is 41&amp;nbsp;{works on a pig farm}&amp;nbsp;recently divorced and she met Tim .I believe he is 38.They just look great dressed in matching colored outfits.&lt;br /&gt;
Betsy,s square dance dresses just make my old frocks look sad.So I have decided to start sewing new square dance dresses in the coming year,and to try to stay positive,after all,it happened&amp;nbsp;to Betsy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7360079613081890295-6802720813942058389?l=themofarmersdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;My mother died in 2005 of a brain tumor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Well Verne must of been a very good friend because she had kept every Xmas card that my mother had ever sent her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;And she handed them to all to me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;My kids won,t want these after I die she says,and I thought you just might want to read them!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;So this morning Verne and I drank coffee,giggled and cry ed over my mothers hand written words written years ago.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;I rolled and she cry ed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;She had three daughters that all died of cancer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;I listened.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;We both cry ed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;I rinsed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;I neutralized.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;I rinsed again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;I took down rod's,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;I rinsed again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;She giggled.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;She told stories about my mother.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;I rolled her on plastic old fashioned rollers.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;She had to get rid of her coffee.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;She giggled some more.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;I giggled some more.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;She dry ed,and fell asleep.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;She woke up,and we read more letters.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;I teased and sprayed a lot!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;We giggled and talked read more old cards.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;We called her husband for her a ride.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;He wrote the check for extra.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;And then,we hugged,a lot.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;She Left...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;And I sat and smiled.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;What a day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7360079613081890295-5877714659220718029?l=themofarmersdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The party was held at Carol and Jerry,s home.Their home was just beautiful.Carol collects cookie jars,she must have 200 hundred,I lost count,all antique.She also collects string holders,and I counted 50 on just one wall,and quilts galore.&lt;br /&gt;
Our next dance will be this Friday night at the 4-H building at the fairgrounds in Nevada MO.&lt;br /&gt;
This Sunday night we will all be going to Carthage MO.to eat at Sirloin Stockade.&lt;br /&gt;
We also have several families we are helping out for Xmas.&lt;br /&gt;
I have been busy this week,sewing a new Xmas apron to wear over a black skirt and blouse to dress it up for our dance.I have a fancy gold petticoat to wear with it,would like to order a new pair of gold shoes,but,I haven't got that far yet.&lt;br /&gt;
Square dancing is so much fun,and I had a simply wonderful evening last night.&lt;br /&gt;
I just do not understand why so many people make fun of me for doing it?I have never in my life had such a wonderful time as I did last night.&lt;br /&gt;
After a huge meal and a short business meeting,we&amp;nbsp;changed Xmas gifts,it was all very nice.&lt;br /&gt;
When you are with square dancers,you are loved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7360079613081890295-2914541359193450662?l=themofarmersdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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She refused to be seen on camera because she is 87.I hated that,coz we love her so,but,she wanted everyone to remember her just the way she was.&lt;br /&gt;
I loved her and all of her movies.&lt;br /&gt;
I just wanted to call the Today show and yell,Please tell Doris I love her,and this is why!&lt;br /&gt;
I especially like the song Kay Sara Sarah.&lt;br /&gt;
Mo ma Hallie sang the song to me ,sometimes over and over again the same day.When she sang it,she sang the entire song,not just the first line.&lt;br /&gt;
Hallie had a beautiful voice also.When my mo ma was eight,she sang for Bob Wells and the Texas Playboys,just two songs,In The Garden,and How Great Thou Art.Bob Wells was very famous,and was dating her second grade school teacher.At his request,she started taking voice lessons.Gram Dal lie her mother would take a chicken to town to sale to pay for her lessons.But unfortunately she only had three lessons and Gram had another baby,and their was no time for little Hal lies lessons.&lt;br /&gt;
Mother just loved Doris Day,and her movies were a big part of our life,she sang other Doris Day songs around the house while she was cooking or cannin green beans or work in in the garden.Music always filled our home.&lt;br /&gt;
My favorite Doris Day movie is named Pillow Talk,Doris stars in it with Rock Hudson.&lt;br /&gt;
Especially get a chuckle about the bath tub scene,with both in the bath tub talking over the phone.&lt;br /&gt;
Today,I would drop my cell phone into the Tub.&lt;br /&gt;
It also says a lot about the different style of dating we have today.Just think if Rock Hudson would of had a computer how different the movie would be.&lt;br /&gt;
Doris Day has a new record out this month,I can,t wait to run out and purchase it!Can you believe it,and at her age,Way to go Doris!&lt;br /&gt;
If you don,t know who she is,you need to find out,she is the greatest!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7360079613081890295-7931930844463882173?l=themofarmersdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am not ashamed to say that no man I ever met was my father,s equal,and I never loved any other man as much.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Hedy Lamarr&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Their is no connection between this actress and Lamar Mo.&lt;br /&gt;
I just think she is intresting.&lt;br /&gt;
In 1942 at the height of her Hollywood career,she patented a frequency-switching system for torpedo guidence that was two decades adead of its time.&lt;br /&gt;
Her Co-inventor was George Antheil,his contrubrition was to syconrize the device useing the same concept as a player panio.&lt;br /&gt;
Today you can thank her for your cell phone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7360079613081890295-8321532420508114944?l=themofarmersdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;We got to talking and she said her nickname as a child was PUG.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;She had bright red hair she said and long pig tails,and the name just matched her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;I think that,s cute,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;We split a salad,and split a piece of apple pie for lunch.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;She said her mother used old fashioned York apples,very large and lopsided for her pies.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;She also said,her mother always served ham and noodles instead of chicken or beef.It was always ham and noodles.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Have you spent time with an elderly person lately?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;I absolutely love it!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Phillis,s husband was an International Harvester dealer for forty years.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;She loves clothes and fashion,and we talked today about her old clothes and hats she is saving for her granddaughter who is at college.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;The subject of clothes came up when I asked her if she wanted to ride over to Pittsburg Ks. to pick up my layaway at CATO,s.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Told her how I had the cutest brown,copper,and brass jewerly in layaway,and the cutest black headband,that looks like a hat.{It rained so hard today,that we decided not to go}&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;So she invited me over to see her old hats.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;We actually have a good time together,I think old people are intresting.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;I just hope that when I get old,somebody thinks that I am intresting.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7360079613081890295-8196305492129635088?l=themofarmersdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;People tring to get the Black Friday bargins.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;I had no desire to fight the crowds.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;I am just thankful that I had enough gas in the car to take Hoss for his treatment {iv fluids of antibotics}.Three times a day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;It is horrible,and I am extremely tired.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Monday a surgen is installing a port into his chest,we have four more weeks of this.Please pray that it works.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;He is such a special young man.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;On a lighter note...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;The Lamar Tigers football team won the state championship today in St.Louis!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;That certianly made the day brighter for us,and the entire town!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7360079613081890295-5449010902022671222?l=themofarmersdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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"In it she mentions secret anniversaries of the heart,and she has this quote.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"&lt;em&gt;The holiest of all holidays are those,kept by ourselves in silence and apart,the secret anniversaries of the heart."...Henery Wadsworth Longfellow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;"I have to admit that summers are the hardest times of the year for me emotionally"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;"For some people its Christmas or New Years Eve...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;"But for me,it will always be summer.""Summer is hard on me."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;"I just have so many good memoies of summer."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I miss my mother,Hallie Olee,tm...she was quite a gal,and very talented....she had a sister named Dallie Oree,tm,and her mother and twin sister before her were named that also.They were named by that by their wet nurse during the civil war,Ibelieve that the names originially came out of a book.&lt;br /&gt;
I miss summers,helping moma can vegtables,and makeing jelly....&lt;br /&gt;
We also made fried pies......here is what you do....2 cups flour...1 tesp salt,one and 1/2 tesp bakeing pwd,,1/3 cup shortn,about half a cup milk,combine flour,salt,and bakeing powder,cut in shortnin untill mixture resembles coarse meal,sprinkle milk grdually over flour mixture,stir lightly untill mixture forms a ball,makes 7 six inch pies.can use dryed fruit,3/4 cup sugur,dash of salt,1/4 tesp nut meg.one tblsp butter,add water to cover,cook untill tender,divide pastry into seven balls.roll each ball.1/4 thick on a pastry sheet,place about 2 tblsp of fruit on half fold over and seal with fingers-dip fork in flour and press firmly.heat 1/2 inch oil in a cast iorn skillett,cook pies untill golden brown on both sides-drain on a paper towel,apple peach or apricot canned pie filling is handy but makeing your own is easy,....I like to make blackberry..&lt;br /&gt;
It is blackberry pickin time here in Barton county Missouri,and they are bueatiful and there are pleanty of them,Iwould like to pick enough to make blackberry wine this year.Picking them is sure hot sticky work,but it is worth it,also want to make some jelly,so I have my work cut out for me.The Lamar farmers market this year is selling them for five dollors a quart.I cant say that I blame them,it really is a hot prickly job.&lt;br /&gt;
I took a class this year at the university extention office on home canning,well just about everything that "&lt;em&gt;Why yes,I remember that..."we just boiled the brine,and they had sealed just fine on their own."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
"&lt;em&gt;The instructor said that today we need to use a boiling water bath on just about everything.""In the class we canned green beans with a pressure cooker.""I was glad that I took the class,it was fun!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
"&lt;em&gt;I had forgotton some of the things that momma had taught me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;and my skills diffinately neded updateing."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
"&lt;em&gt;Oh summer,what hot work...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;"Oh how worth it..."Oh how good..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
"&lt;em&gt;Oh how I miss momma...and my sacreds anniversarys of the heart"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;This was written two years ago when I was just learning how to write,I republished it,because,it was a holiday,and I was thinking of her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7360079613081890295-7003672902737562063?l=themofarmersdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I wanted to nurse my baby,CZ momma nursed all of us,but she said no, in 1975 formula companies were paying the doctors to push formula.so they gave me a shot in the hip to dry me up,big mistake...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;My whole hip turned black as Cole,and it hurt!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;"I had a ton of milk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;my&amp;nbsp;***** were huge,double d,s...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;"My then husband pinched me,and milk shot clean across the room!&lt;/em&gt;...."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;"I did use all cloth diapers,four dozen a day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;and I washed them...all day long...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I finally tired of Ag nus advice and it was decided that I would go home to my momma for a while,my husband at ended a licence mill at Memphis to get his first class &amp;nbsp;licence,and so I went home to momma Hallie...&lt;br /&gt;
clear on the other side of Missouri...&lt;br /&gt;
Momma was totally different than Ag nus,both farm women,they just cooked different,completely different...&lt;br /&gt;
"Momma, canned her black eyed peas,with a little green pod inside them,some anyway and a few shelled,but they were canned in mason jars...&lt;br /&gt;
Ag nus had me sew 40 cloth drawstring bags for her crow er peas,witch she did not wash,she just shelled them and put them into the bags loose,and froze....they are both real good,just taste different,momma canned green beans,probably 200 jars,and she cold packed them,Ag nus never messed with green beans at all,didn't even grow any...&lt;br /&gt;
momma made zucchini &lt;em&gt;bread,Ag nus did.t.&lt;br /&gt;
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...HALLIE'S ZUCCHINI BREAD....3 eggs,2 cups sugar,1 cup oil,cream together,add 2 cups grated raw squash witch has been peeled and seeded,3 cups flour,1 teas salt,1 tsp soda,1/2 tsp baking powder,1 tsp cinnamon,1/2 cup nuts,2 tsp villain,grease and flour pans,bake at 350 for 1 hour,makes 2 small loaves....yummy.&lt;br /&gt;
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...Momma also made blackberry cobbler very summer and man was it good....we also had a pear tree and she made pear butter,and wild plum jelly,and wild black cherry jelly,and wild mulberry jelly...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;"So,for the next four months until that Christmas ,I Lived with momma and until Craig came after me...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;"We stayed married for 8 years""He was,an still is the only love of my life""We have been divorced now over 25 years,and every summer...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;"I cry when I try to fry squash..."I just breakdown all over...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;"I think every woman has a secret sacred anniversary of the heart...and he is mine..."It happens ever summer...when I think about...that summer,the summer of first love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;"I don,t know how to describe our love,all I know,Is that new love is exciting,and passionate..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
"&lt;em&gt;We took long baths together""I made the mistake to telling Ag nus one day,that we bathed together..."She threw a fit""A woman's bath,is not the same as a mans,"You had better stop it!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;One of my favorite books ever published is by Sarah Ban Breathnach"Simple Abundance"in it&amp;nbsp;she&amp;nbsp;talks about,Sacred Anniversaries of the heart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;The book has sat on my desk since 1995,I read a page with my coffee every morning.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;My copy has been through a horrible fire I had in my salon in 2005,and it remained smoked but,ok.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;I have underlined pages and written in the margins with ink,and hi lighted with a hot pink hi lighter.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;I love it because,it makes me think.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7360079613081890295-7358270174190190407?l=themofarmersdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;It is cold wet dark and dreary today!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;HOSS is still a seriously ill young man.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Its getting very hard on me because he does not drive.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Last weeks skin graft was canceled because of too much infection,so I am praying about this week.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;The Monday after Thanksgiving we are having a port surgically put into his chest.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;I am kinda scared that it will not heal.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;A girl here in town died a few months ago because of Diabetes,and all I think of is her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Eating right is very important.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;I have become afraid of food.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Yes,afraid of food.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;I only thought I was doing thing right,and as much as I tried to do things right,it was still not right.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;So,now,I am totally,to the point of mental paranoia,afraid of food.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;We are totally sugur free,but,not all organic,I am making the move to all organic slowly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;The reson seemed to be cost,I was afraid of the cost of all organic,now,I don,t care,I just want my son to live.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;I am afraid...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Its honestly not just a toe,its his life,and I have a lot of serious decisions to make,and I am afraid.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;I am not looking forward to the Holidays at all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;I need to start counting my blessings...I got a card in the mail from a girl I hardly know...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;And,Pam brought over a mason jar of colidial silver water...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;I must count my blessings more...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;I am off to shop for food...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7360079613081890295-4293274946105921067?l=themofarmersdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;The tables were set with Thanksgiving decor.Part of witch consisted to turkeys made of rice crisps,and candy corn.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;The blessing was given by Betty.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Roll call this time had to be short because we needed time for the auction.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Each one could think of something that they were thankful for.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;I said that,I was thankfull to be living here in Lamar,and wanted to "Bloom were I have been planted!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;The room agreed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Well,says Beau la,I am thankful that I am healthy enough to still drive out here.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;The answers were...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;My husband of 58 years says one.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Family and health,says another.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Thankful,I got here on time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Beauty of the season,fall leaves...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Yea,and the snow yesterday,with laughter,thank full it went away,and the room chuckled.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Several people were missing today one says...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Minutes were read from last months session.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Thank you cards were read.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Treasures report was 481.61.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Show and tell was given and many beautiful things were shown.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Doris explained the process of layering the fabric,and cutting the strips to create &amp;nbsp;chenille.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Potholder's were past around the room showing varis types of chenille.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Phillis showed everyone her bookmarks made like crosses.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Then we ate breakfast,Phillis and I shared a plate because she eats like a little bird.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Several had to excuse themselves to get rid of their coffee.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Then we had the Auction!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;What an auction!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;WOW1&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;I came home home with my car full of fabric and old patterns and stuff!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;I will have to get busy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7360079613081890295-5185604463835562665?l=themofarmersdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;My dad built the fireplace and did the rockwork himself.It needs repairs,but,hopefully we can do that soon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;"I am trying to decide what to cook for Thanksgiving this year,how about you?"We are all on a sugur free diet.So,I have been reading cook books and trying to decide.My entire life,I have cooked with all the sugur and all the butter and cream I wanted to.This is an entire new ball game!I don,t like it much,thankgoodness for alternative sweetners.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;This is one of the best friends I have ever had&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;"We have everything in common,and it is nice to have a good friend that you can count on.Pam raises honeybees,and has various farmgirl hobbies like I do.Last Year after Annies Project,I had a party at my hair salon and she gave a talk to several of my farmgirl friends about honeybees."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;Daddy walks into the salon...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;It sure is rain in hard,believe we,vie had two inches,that's what the rain gauge says...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;I pour him a cup of coffee...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;In walks Freda,age 89.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Can you do a perm this morn in?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Sure can!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Well,I want it tight,just as tight as you can get it!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;OK,sure thing,and she sits down in my chair...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;You know...I,vie known your family,since I was a girl...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;I start washing her hair...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;I used to dance at your grand daddy's place...The Ole Blue Moon...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;back in the forty,s....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;My friend Cindi walks in,There still coffee I say,Freda,want some coffee...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;I don,t believe I do,all ready had my fill.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;I wake up at five you know,always have,gotta feed my chickens...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Yea,I used to dance at Pound Stone Hill too,man I loved to dance...Cindi says,That's near were I live,Pound stone Hill.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Oh,I,vie been there,I,vie been there plenty of times....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;I used to just love Earnest Tub....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;They had a band at the Old Blue Moon,that sounded just like Earnest Tub,and between sets&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;I,d play Earnest Tub on the juke box...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;I just love Earnest Tub!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;I whisper to Cindy...I can,t remember,what did he play...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Go over there in my CD,s and see if I have any of his music...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;You remember...says Cindy,"I am walk in the floor over you!"and she starts to sing to Freda...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;That it,That's it!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Cindi goes over to my CD,s and puts in Earnest Tub...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Freda,falls asleep then,while I roll.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Daddy says,When are you gonna cook those turnips,I brought you several turnips but,you haven,t cooked them!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Then,I get a text message on my cell phone,Its my night to drive to square danceing she text,I text back,OK.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;I think to myself,What about the turnips,I do need to cook those turnips for him,but,I can,t tonight.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;When in walks my next customer,Cheryl.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;"Why Arne,t you wearing Red and Black today?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;We won the football game!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Hey,before I forget,here's ten dollars",I want you to make me one of those zipper roses in red and black."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;She hands me a crumpled ten dollar bill.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;I think to myself...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Super woman,will get her done...the turnips,the zipper rose,and everything else...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7360079613081890295-4988832267816420077?l=themofarmersdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;I,ll give you a free manicure if you run over here,I need help.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;What,s wrong?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;I want to try to alter mom,s red wool DAR&amp;nbsp; blazer down to fit me,its a size 20,and its really just a little too big on me to look nice.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;I want to wear it tomorrow for Veterans day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;I,am taking daddy down to the" Wild Plum" for lunch.{free lunch tomorrow for Veteran's}&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Susan and I wanted to go and wear all of our DAR pins.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Well,you can do it without my help Carol,your so talented...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Well,thanks but,I am tired and frustrated with it,and I thought I,d try it on and you could help pin me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;It was such an expensive jacket when she bought it,top of the line.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Shes been dead six years now,I won,t have time to have it cleaned,though I,d just tumble it in the clothes dryer with some Breeze.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Daddy won,t get rid of any of her clothes,has her bedroom still just the same,like a shrine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;He said,well,your get tin a little chubby!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Thought we better hang on to all of those clothes,the way your eat in!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;He just laughed!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;I know this is kinda last minute,I saw Susan down at the&amp;nbsp;Wishy Warshy&amp;nbsp;Matt last night.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Dang puppy vomited on my quilt! I had to take it to the&amp;nbsp;Wishy Warshy&amp;nbsp;Matt,CZ it was so heavy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Susan and I are in the DAR together,because of our moms,we are the only two left here in Barton County to carry on,I take that back,there are three older ladies still alive I think,but,younger ones to carry on,Well,right now,its just us!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Well,her sister could be,but,she won,t,says its not politically correct!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;But,I think I owe it to momma and auntie Dal lie to carry it on,just for them,They wanted me to so terribly bad.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Anyway,can you help pin it on me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Sure says Arline,I,ll be right down.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;When is the last time you oiled your serge?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Oh,its been a while,and I have to put on red thread.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Oh,that's easy,just tie it on,don,t unthread it!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Wait till I get there and I will show you an easy trick...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Its like this,see...you just tie on the red thread,and it pulls right through...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7360079613081890295-7603899213016928394?l=themofarmersdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;1v3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;What does a man gain by all the toil&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;at witch he toils under the sun?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;1v4&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;A generation goes,and a generation comes,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;but,the earth remains forever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;1v5&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;The sun rises and the sun goes down,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;and hastens to the place it rises.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;1v6&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;The wind blows to the south&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;and goes around to the north;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;around and around goes the wind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;and on its circuits the wind returns.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;1v7&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;All streams run to the sea,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;but,the sea is not full;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;to the place where the streams flow,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;they flow again,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;1v8&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;All things are full of weariness;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;a man can not utter it;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;the eye is not satisfied with seeing,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;nor the ear filled with hearing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;1v9&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;What has been is what will be,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;and what has been done is what will be done,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;and there is nothing new under the son.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7360079613081890295-8336736182304527531?l=themofarmersdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Knock,Knock ...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Hey Girl...Why don,t you answer your phone?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;I,vie been trying to cal you!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;There is&amp;nbsp;a rummage sale down the street and they have marked everything FREE!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Get into the car!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;So,I did...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;My buddy Arline and I went wild for a few minutes stuffing her van with goodies.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;After we got our free loot,we got on the car and traveled back to the farm on an isolated dark country road.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Arline said,man this is pretty isolated out here,Don,t you ever get scared?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;No,not really,I am used to it,and we have some dogs that would protect me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;We started talking about scary stuff then,since it was so close to Halloween..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;We used to go see the Spook light when we were teenagers.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;The story goes that this couple went parking&amp;nbsp;near the Spook light and&amp;nbsp;they ran out of gas,the boy left the girl in the car and it was not long before she heard a scratch...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;she got out of the car and her boyfriend was hang in in a tree and it was his fingernails scratching the hood of the car.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;The drive went on telling each other tall tales.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;After a while driving down the lonely dark country gravel road a white film covered the windshield...We both screamed hard and shrill!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;We thought it had to be a Ghost!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Arline stopped the car...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Come to find out it was a white lace night gown that I had found at that garage sale and had put on the hood of the car underneath a set of crystal antique snack tray dishes and four cups.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;When Arline got out of the car the dishes were unharmed,sitting on the hood.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;That's what crazy garage sale girls do!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;We laughed so hard,you would of had to been with with us...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;When we got back to the house,she told me I really needed to get my old sewing machine out of the barn before it turned cold,so it wouldn,t ruin,so she helped me get it,You know,Extreme heat and extreme cold will ruin a machine...more bout that latter.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;The Spook light I mentioned is of the Tri-State Spooklight first reported in 1891,acording to a publication by Foster Young entitled Ozark Spooklight.The best veiw is near Quapaw Oklahoma,near the MO. border.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;It is a floating ball of light that bobbs up and down for no aparant reason.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;The legend says,it is a farmer who was beheaded by the Indians.His latern light is still seen along the road looking for his disembodied head!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Legends are many,and the Quapaw Indians say that two young Indian lovers wished to marry,but the chief demanded an unusually large amount for his daughters hand.Unable to meet his demand,they decided to elope against the chief,s wishes.A war party was soon dispatched.When the two lovers discovered they were to be captured,they commited suicide by jumping from the highest peak in the area.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;The light has been investigated by NBC news and several other news stations.It is always there for all to see and inspire.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7360079613081890295-2118047490948569507?l=themofarmersdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Twenty six farm girls were in attendance.&lt;br /&gt;
Tables were decorated for fall featuring veg table soup cans made up as pumpkins,fall napkins and large cookies decorated as pumpkins.&lt;br /&gt;
Door prises were large coffee cans also decorated as pumpkins filled with candy and a large ceramic pumpkin filled with candy,members were to guess the amount of candy in the pumpkin's to win the door prize.&lt;br /&gt;
Thank-you cards were read from Liberal School and Lamar Schools for donations made to the weekend back pack project for low income children.&lt;br /&gt;
A thank you card was also read from the Good Samaritan Shop for our donation to the Christmas project for low income families.&lt;br /&gt;
Show and tell consisted of several projects by several very talented women.Georgia showed everyone a charted needle case{sewing over wire knitting&amp;nbsp;needles to form embroidery by machine}She is so talented,I asked her to please teach a class.&lt;br /&gt;
The program was given by Martha on Towel Creations,the kind you see on cruise ships.Members took two wash cloths with a bar of boxed bath soap and made an animal that looked sort of like a bunny.&lt;br /&gt;
It was decided that next month would be our white elephant sale,everyone is to bring an item for sale.And to remember to bring extra money to spend for the sale!&lt;br /&gt;
It was also decided that everyone would start bring a canned food item every month to restock the pantry of the Good Samaritan Shop for needy families.&lt;br /&gt;
Meeting Dates have been set for the third Thursday morning of each month at the Blue Top restaurant located at the junction on 71 hi way Lamar MO.&lt;br /&gt;
Roll Call was a favorite fall memory...memories included hay rides,bobbing for apples and football.&lt;br /&gt;
When Paula mentioned foot ball and about her growing up in Mississippi,I said&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;"Don,t you just miss wearing the fall plaid&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;wool&amp;nbsp;suits we wore during homecoming games and to homecoming dances,The girls just don,t do that anymore...And remember the huge fall mum corsages we wore?Did they do that in Mississippi too?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Why,yes they did Carol,and your right the young girls today just don,t do that!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Beau la spoke up,Oh,yes those huge mum corsages,I loved them,bought me one every year!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Yes,and they had a brass football pin on them with ribbons of school colors!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Carol,its your turn,what was your favorite fall memories?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;"I have to say that I have so many"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;But,one of my favorites is the year I through a hissy fit to go trick or treating...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;You see Momma Hallie was a stanch church goer,well she tried any way,and the ladies of the church had convinced her that Halloween was bad,so she would not let me go into town to trick or treat ever...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;So,one year I through a hissy fit...So to shut me up she took me around in the country...{The ladies of the church would not find out that way,and I was not to tell anyone from the church,coz,it was our big sin.}&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Well,our country neighbors were not prepared for Trick or tr eaters,because they did not ever have any.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;I knocked on the door and they were not only unprepared for me ,but surprised.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;I got to go to three houses.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;The first one was Alice River,and she gave me a popcorn ball,she had made for her grandchildren,just in case.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Gene Fist er gave me an apple.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;And Dorthea Arie gave me....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;She ran to the bed room and she was in the back room for a while,and she hollered"Just hang on,wait a few minutes,I became worried...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;A few minutes latter she returned with ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;"Betsy Mc Call paper dolls she had ripped out of her collection of old McCall's magazines...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;"I loved Betsy McCall and I was totally thrilled!"{I still love Betsy McCall to this very day!}&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;"It was the best Halloween ever!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;"My farmgirl sisters always listen hard whenever I talk the whole room gets real quiet coz they never know what I am going to say,and you could tell,they enjoy hearing all of my stories each month,one of the ladies,said they just can,t wait for Carol to take her turn so they can hear what shes got to tell!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7360079613081890295-9191899096028117616?l=themofarmersdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"We have square dance lessons again tonight,I am going to take Hoss with me,he loves it,even though it is very hard for him,now that he has a very sore foot."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;I wrote this when I was a burnette,I am a blond now...I am much better blond,what was I thinking?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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These are pictures of the MO KAN Square dancers of Nevada Mo. taken at our Christmas dance December of 2009.Myself[Miss piggy}{I had no idea I had gained so much weight till I saw these pictures of myself}loved the blow up "John Deer" tractor with Santa,but I should of aired up the front tires before we took the photos.Isn,t it just adorable!I had a wonderful time and have made lots of new friends.This week,Jan 22,we are taking a bus down to "Pea Ridge" Arkansas.I am trying to decide what to do with my hair,and what outfit to wear this Friday evening.&lt;/div&gt;
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I have nine outfits,and silly me I want more.I just love them!I am obsessed!&lt;/div&gt;
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I have every color,and its just not enough.But, that's just me,I just am obsessed about every thing I do.Last week "Orchlens Farm and Home" had sweat jackets on sale,it was a sale,&lt;/div&gt;
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I wanted every color.After all it was a "Sale"!&lt;/div&gt;
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The week before "Jone"Boots at Sheldon {a very famous boot store on hi way 71}had a "sale" on boots and I had to have three pair.&lt;/div&gt;
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Well ,you have to have a different color with each outfit,don,t you?....Right now,I am on this "John Deer"kick,were I want every thing that the farm store has in 'John Deer,&lt;/div&gt;
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"I have hot pink gloves that say "John Deer"and I have a "Yukon "rabbit fur lined hat.It is aw some!...So,it was only natural when I spotted the' hot pink ""John Deer" fabric at he fabric store,I had to have it too !I am also going to make a skirt out of green and yellow,our club colors....&lt;/div&gt;
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We ordered our new club badges this week,and paid our dues of ten dollars a year.{that includes insurance}in case we get hurt at a dance,Cost of lessons are three dollars per lesson,in trance to a dance is four dollars usually. &lt;/div&gt;
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If you have never considered square dancing you should,&lt;/div&gt;
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You just don,t know what you are missing...&lt;/div&gt;
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People now days only seem to be interested in sports,or electronic games,&lt;/div&gt;
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I am so glad that I am an old fashioned farm girl from the Missouri Ozarks.&lt;/div&gt;
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I need to count my blessings every day,I have so much to be thankful for!&lt;/div&gt;
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Its now hard for me to believe that I used to be ashamed to be"just a farmgirl'.I can truely say,I am happier now&amp;nbsp;than I have ever been,just excepting who I am.It,s always been a fight for me, trying to be excepted by others.&lt;/div&gt;
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When I stopped careing so much about what other people thought of me,and started loveing myself more,it changed my whole world....See ya at a squaredance!&lt;br /&gt;
We meet at the 4-H building for dances,and lessons are held at the coumminity center.Times are announced in the newspaper.&lt;/div&gt;
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