tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72638409643049747852024-03-18T13:15:40.856-07:00Homestead HappeningsKathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06105445880440567911noreply@blogger.comBlogger2872125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263840964304974785.post-53330797954586621122024-03-18T13:14:00.000-07:002024-03-18T13:14:44.622-07:00THE GREENIN' O' THE FIELDSA
couple of months ago, brother Chuck opined that a cold winter might suddenly turn
into a warm spring. Well, these warm afternoons in the 70s had me wondering if
this might be the case, but it looks like temps will drop again mid-week. Perhaps
it’s too soon to tell.
Mike
and I went to the farm on Sunday (March 17). We loaded the back of the Jeep
with things we’ve collected for the farmhouse, Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06105445880440567911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263840964304974785.post-42223703177357734442024-03-13T11:25:00.000-07:002024-03-13T11:25:32.375-07:00A LAST HUG FROM MILOA postcard to my dad from his Grandpa DicksonHave
you adjusted to the time change yet? Do you try to segue into the change by
splitting the difference, such as eating when the clock says 7:00 instead of 6:00?
Is your little one still getting up an hour early? Does the dog understand the
necessity of waiting another hour for his/her constitutional? One thing didn’t
change with us, though. We Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06105445880440567911noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263840964304974785.post-65068945871370762912024-03-09T15:35:00.000-08:002024-03-10T13:49:38.175-07:00MARCH HAPPENINGSMarch is a busy month:10th – Daylight Savings Time17th – St. Patrick’s Day19th – First Day of Spring31st – EasterCan you believe it's already time to switch back to DST? On Sunday the 10th, most of us in the U.S. will have to adjust our inner clocks to the time change whether we want to or not. The good news for us is that son Murray can have supper with us once again. We don’t see so much of himKathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06105445880440567911noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263840964304974785.post-64499658960263717602024-03-05T12:38:00.000-08:002024-03-05T12:38:37.439-08:00WOOM! WOOM!“The
best kids’ bike in the world,” the Woom website (here) announces.
First daffodil to bloomYes,
that’s Woom, but we suspect it’s pronounced “VOOM.” The bike comes from
an Austrian manufacturer that specializes in kids’ bikes. This bike is a size “2” and retails for $399, but Hallie and Nick bought this one at
a Seattle thrift store for $12. Mike just finished cleaning and tuning it. He was Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06105445880440567911noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263840964304974785.post-49331611231030994012024-03-03T13:19:00.000-08:002024-03-03T13:19:36.839-08:00MAKING SAVESAn old postcard to celebrate a spring birthdayWe
have no new developments to report in our quest for “justice for Milo.” It’s
disheartening. No one responds. No one apologizes. Of course, I don’t really expect
apologies. The State would never apologize.
It’s
still winter even though we’ve had some warmer days. Thursday morning (Leap Day), I saw
the thermometer at 62, so I put on my shoes –Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06105445880440567911noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263840964304974785.post-78400424257361597592024-02-27T11:31:00.000-08:002024-02-27T11:31:12.083-08:00ANOTHER RIOT AT THE PRISON Milo at Thanksgiving, 2014 -- taken at the farmhouseI
never thought I would write about prison life. Why would I? It has nothing to
do with me, does it? Unfortunately, it does. Reform of the justice /
corrections / mental health system is suddenly my calling. It’s what I call a “noble
life-motive.”
Today’s
Lewiston Tribune carries an article from the Idaho Statesman about another riot
at Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06105445880440567911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263840964304974785.post-66874446544882585692024-02-25T15:40:00.000-08:002024-02-25T15:40:05.626-08:00THE GARDEN DISCONNECTMurray's indoor vegetable starter kitPlease
have plenty of vegetables cooked for our first meal and a big cake, canned or
fresh fruit. If handy, chicken. Love, Momma – Ina, traveling on a shoestring and
hungry, writes to daughters Myrtle and Ethel back at the farm – Aug. 9, 1926
There’s
a disconnect between the gardens of my imagination and the reality of the
thing.
In
my mind’s eye, I see the Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06105445880440567911noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263840964304974785.post-1520978480636897832024-02-22T11:07:00.000-08:002024-02-22T12:25:18.859-08:00TWO INTERVIEWSToday I feel so relieved – a freedom that I haven’t felt since Milo passed. Not only did we complete two televised interviews this week but I also mailed a written complaint to the State and an application to the Idaho Crime Victims Compensation Program.The media has approached us for these interviews:KHQ - Spokane with Mike and KathyKTVB - Boise with HallieKathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06105445880440567911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263840964304974785.post-68281325637548192822024-02-21T07:07:00.000-08:002024-02-21T07:08:31.219-08:00KHQ InterviewMilo at work Our interview with KHQ Spokane can be seen here. KWKathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06105445880440567911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263840964304974785.post-9343720438452718892024-02-18T17:01:00.000-08:002024-02-18T17:02:06.834-08:00BRIEF UPDATEI
just finished a post titled “incarcerated loved ones,” but I’m afraid to publish
it. My philosophy of online journaling is to avoid strongly-held opinions – no religion,
politics, or controversial / unpleasant topics. Oh, I’m opinionated all right! I
just don’t enjoy confrontation or debating issues, especially in my happy place.
And I don’t want to burden my readers with anger and grief.
Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06105445880440567911noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263840964304974785.post-87523617806019002452024-02-15T14:24:00.000-08:002024-02-15T14:24:23.924-08:00BELATED VALENTINE GREETINGSI
have a modest collection of post cards gathered from both of my parents,
including greetings for birthday, Christmas, New Year, St. Patrick’s Day, Easter, and
Thanksgiving, but only this one valentine. Interesting.
As
we finished the potato soup last week, Mike was not yet ready for solid food. I
had one more potato in the pantry and a head of broccoli, so I decided to try
another homemade Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06105445880440567911noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263840964304974785.post-11446852369736106052024-02-09T11:27:00.000-08:002024-02-09T12:41:47.090-08:00SOFT DIETSSOLID FOODDuring
my growing up years (and no, it was not the dark ages), I accompanied my mother
to visit elderly relatives in nursing homes. If we were there during mealtime,
I would observe the food on the tray – what was called a soft diet. I remember
a slice of white bread in a waxed paper sleeve, a dish with a couple of peach
slices, mashed potatoes, peas and soggy carrots, a thin slice of Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06105445880440567911noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263840964304974785.post-52163312244941464462024-02-06T15:37:00.000-08:002024-02-06T15:39:08.377-08:00WHO DID IT HAPPEN TO?“Happier
far is the one who leaves than the one who stays behind,” my mother would say
from time to time. It's a "glittering generality." Today, so many people leave for unpleasant reasons, and those who stay behind worry.
After Mother’s first husband, Fairly Walrath, was killed in a woods accident in
1945, her brother, our Uncle Porkie, asked her, “Now, who did that happen to – him
or you?” Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06105445880440567911noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263840964304974785.post-8199873118796432052024-02-02T15:04:00.000-08:002024-02-02T15:39:16.732-08:00CHEESY SUPPER CUSTARDHere
we are – already February. January saw both record low and record high temps in
our region. Temps have grown so warm – highs in 50s (even 60) while lows are in
the 40s. I hate to see this so soon. It encourages plant growth before all danger
of frost has passed, and if the budding fruit trees freeze, we get no fruit. The
country plum trees didn’t bear last year, and the year before, we Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06105445880440567911noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263840964304974785.post-7669779522211619952024-01-28T12:36:00.000-08:002024-01-28T12:38:39.124-08:00THE WOOD BOXPlease
sit on the wood box for a little while and I’ll give you my unasked viewpoint.
It might serve to help to a clearer view of the situation. …. I’m very sorry
that this had to come to you. …. I find it hard to believe that “all things
work together for good to them that love God,” but He can and does overrule our
mistakes if we are willing to do our best. We are building for a better plane
ofKathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06105445880440567911noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263840964304974785.post-4755362259838771362024-01-22T10:43:00.000-08:002024-01-22T10:43:28.632-08:00TO FINISH – OR NOT TO FINISHFrom my dad's collection of postcards -- 1910sMust
I finish everything I start? My mother would say yes even though she stored
unfinished projects. (In fact, Mother stored her mother’s unfinished
projects.) “When I’m gone, don’t think you have to finish my projects,” she
told me as she grew older.
“Finish
what you start.” We hear it from the time we’re old enough to – well, to start
something. Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06105445880440567911noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263840964304974785.post-27688547946288661702024-01-17T14:50:00.000-08:002024-01-17T14:50:01.237-08:00FLYING BY THE SEAT OF MY PANTSBack
in November, a Pilgrim costume that I was making for one of the dolls came to
naught, so I quietly quelled my disappointment and put it away, noting in my
planner to attempt it again next year. Chris commented on how organized I am,
saying that she just flies by the seat of her pants.
Well,
in reality, so do I. Nothing in my crafting world is of earth-shattering
importance, especially the Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06105445880440567911noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263840964304974785.post-46634351309987991272024-01-15T12:56:00.000-08:002024-01-15T12:57:46.307-08:00CELEBRATING MILOIt
was cold and snowing, but on Saturday, Jan. 13, more than 50 family, friends,
and co-workers gathered to remember and celebrate the life of Milo Warnock. Mike
and I were deeply touched.
We
could not have put on this reception without daughter Hallie. She coordinated everything
– the room, the food, the photos and slide show, the order of service, the
programs. No detail escaped her. And a Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06105445880440567911noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263840964304974785.post-21034780649237937632024-01-12T16:32:00.000-08:002024-01-12T16:32:58.907-08:00THE BEST-LAID PLANSSeven
inches of snow fell on the L-C Valley overnight. Son Clint called at 7:30 this
morning. “Have you been watching the road report,” he asked. Though we were
traveling separately, he and Mike discussed weather and road reports and decided
the Idaho route was our best option after all.
We
were on the road by 8:00. The worst road conditions were in the Valley and over
the Culdesac Grade to Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06105445880440567911noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263840964304974785.post-33053852798788838662024-01-11T13:51:00.000-08:002024-01-11T13:51:05.037-08:00WINTER TRAVEL“It
just makes you rave to think that it’s like a trip to another country to get to
the southern part of your own state,” said Ina in 1934, and today, I say that
it’s not much better. Our topography is against us.
We’re
headed to Boise this weekend, and we must go because we have scheduled a celebration
of life for son Milo. It’s unfortunate that snow and cold is predicted. We must travel and Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06105445880440567911noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263840964304974785.post-34535245985090286392024-01-06T12:37:00.000-08:002024-01-06T12:40:56.083-08:00MUSINGS ON FUNERALSThe
culture of funerals has changed and along with it the etiquette of mourning.
When
my grandfather, Julian Dobson, died in the mid-1940s, the only vehicle
available to the family was my dad’s red pick-up. Daddy told me that his mother
(Ina, of course) refused to ride to the funeral home in that pick-up, and the
mortician sent a car to the farm for her.
Funeral
practices have changed, and Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06105445880440567911noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263840964304974785.post-40973815672859275762024-01-01T14:46:00.000-08:002024-01-01T14:47:19.492-08:00HARD TIMES“Let’s
talk about hard times some more,” wrote Grandma Ina in 1932, and then she outlined
their economic woes. Her tone tells me she really didn’t want to talk about it.
“Never mind,” she seems to say. “I don’t intend to do without heat, light, and
food.”
Hard
times tend to put life into perspective. All the projects, worries of the day,
and little successes and failures are suddenly not Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06105445880440567911noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263840964304974785.post-68276143524982396502023-12-31T11:13:00.000-08:002023-12-31T11:13:16.154-08:00BEST WISHES FOR 2024 Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06105445880440567911noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263840964304974785.post-89417671908226371312023-12-27T12:25:00.000-08:002023-12-27T12:25:07.302-08:00READING TO SILASWe
were together for Christmas, and Santa came with something for everyone. The
elephant in the room was Milo’s absence, but I know we will get used to it.
That’s life as we know it.Meanwhile, we had fun with Silas and his presents, especially his books. We have pictures of everyone reading to Silas.
Grandma reads about RudolphUncle Murray reads a tiny bookGrandpa reads the comicsMike, Hallie, Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06105445880440567911noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263840964304974785.post-57235598694137437602023-12-24T13:31:00.000-08:002023-12-24T13:53:08.312-08:00DAY 24 -- ADVENT 2023 I LOVE TO TELL THE STORYKathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06105445880440567911noreply@blogger.com0