Thursday, November 17, 2016

"SHINY HAPPY DRESS"


Beautiful tree across the street


Finally temps have turned more seasonably cold. Mike lit our first fire of the season in the little stove last night. The morning low was around 31. And right now (3:00 p.m.) it’s only 46








I just finished this sparkly gold holiday doll dress using the free “Shiny Happy Dress” pattern from Liberty Jane. The stretchy knit fabric was actually a very short skirt I bought off the clearance rack at Walmart for $3.00.

Being a chubby girl, Maryellen was delighted with the fit of this stretchy long t-shirt. However, the dress will go to her cousin Elizabeth who lives in Colorado. Maryellen smiled bravely through her tears at this news, even if it did cause her to fall off the ironing board. KW

Monday, November 14, 2016

THE NEW NORMAL



My inspirational muse reacted to the passing of my sister Harriet by disappearing. It might be said that Harriet herself was a kind of muse, often encouraging me in my imaginative endeavors. (Harriet had a great imagination.)

“I thought I might write another advent story for the blog,” I told her, “but I don’t know. I don’t really write stories, and maybe it’s just kinda silly.”

“No,” Harriet responded, “it’s not silly. Last year I looked forward to it every day. Do it again.” But oh dear! Can I do it without her? I will miss her during the holidays even though our daily comings and goings weren't intertwined. I could always count on her to check in via email and tell me what was going on.

“Merry Christmas,” she said a few weeks ago when I visited her, and she handed me an angel made out of a folded handkerchief, purchased for me at a church bazaar because of my interest in re-using vintage handkerchiefs.

“Christmas?” I asked. “Aren’t we going to get together with Joni and exchange gifts as usual?”

Harriet said nothing but smiled sweetly and shrugged. So Harriet! Not as meaningful in that moment as it was after her passing.

“Oh!” I remembered the other day. “I didn’t give her anything.” But it’s okay, I realized. She doesn’t need it now.

Once again, dogs know that Hallie has left the building.
Our extended family gathered Saturday (Nov. 12) for Harriet’s memorial service. Besides the locals, brother Chuck and wife Joanne drove in from Utah and daughter Hallie was with us from Seattle.

And now it's time to move on and discover the new normal. KW

[My dad took the above snapshots during the Christmas season of 1952 or '53: Harriet, Joni, Charles, Kathy, and Nina. These are the images not chosen for the Christmas cards. Clearly, Kathy has had enough.]


Monday, November 7, 2016

HALLOWEEN 2016 IN THE PAST TENSE



I was in the process of writing a frivolous Halloween post last Monday when I received the sad news that my sister Harriet unexpectedly passed on at the age of 86. We had no warning and apparently she didn't either. Such happenings put life in perspective. If she had to go, it was a blessing that she didn’t linger. I know she would say so. We had been "cyber sisters" these last few years, visiting every day through email. I will miss her dearly but she's forever in my heart, and I have no regrets because she knew I love her. Time to move on. Harriet would want us to.

Mike and I spent a wonderful Halloween weekend at the Gilbert homestead where we were NOT visited by ghosts, goblins, vampires, or monsters – not even fairy princesses. At least they didn’t allow themselves to be seen. Things were quiet.

Mike went out to hunt deer a couple of times – Friday evening and again Saturday morning, perhaps encouraged by the fact that our neighbor had a successful hunt Thursday evening (Oct. 27). He saw a distant deer or two, but it was wet and muddy and the growing rape crop makes hunting difficult if not impossible.

Oh – and by the way, with increased moisture, more and more of the rape is sprouting.

I was up early with Mike on Saturday morning and made two batches of jelly – elderberry with a touch of apple and then a mixture of service berry and elderberry.

That’s just a short update. My focus in the sewing room of my mind was to make Halloween outfits for the dolls in my display. I only sorta finished one, a party dress, modeled here by Maryellen. I have a black ribbon for her hair, but it’s of no consequence now. There’s always next year . . . KW


 


Tuesday, November 1, 2016

HARRIET



HARRIET LEE WALRATH REECE
May 25, 1930 – October 31, 2016

Years ago, let’s say it was 1959, my eldest sister Harriet and her husband Bill went on a trip somewhere, leaving their two children, L.J. and Becky, in the care of our mother – and me – at “the family home.” L.J. was four and Becky was two. I was ten.

Harriet and Kathy, 1951
Harriet had prepared L.J. well, telling him that he was going to stay at Grandma’s house for “nights and nights and nights and nights and nights.” L.J. was totally adjusted to the stay and didn’t pine for his parents, and he would tell anyone that he was staying for “nights and nights and nights and nights and nights.”

When Harriet and Bill arrived to pick up L.J. and Becky, rather than being elated to see them, L.J. burst into tears. “I had more nights,” he wailed. That event entered into family lore, and anytime we were unexpectedly disappointed, we would lament, “I had more nights!”

“I had more nights” – exactly the way I felt when L.J. told me Harriet was gone. KW

Thursday, October 27, 2016

BING CHERRY SALAD



Mike hobbled in from Sunday afternoon’s hunt with a flare of his old Achilles’ tendon injury. He’s taking advantage of these dull, sometimes rainy autumn days to rest his leg. Since nothing much is happening, I thought I’d share again from Mother’s folder of recipe oddities.

BING CHERRY SALAD
Morning naptime
(from Aunt Margaret Walrath)

1 #2 ½ bing cherries (pitted)
1/3 c lemon juice
1 package orange Jello
½ c blanched almonds
1 3-oz bottle stuffed olives sliced
Drain cherries. Add water and lemon juice to the cherry juice to make 1 ¾ cups liquid. Heat liquid and pour over Jello, stirring to dissolve. Add rest of ingredients and pour into individual molds. Chill until firm. Serves 8.

I simply can’t imagine this combination of ingredients. But Aunt Margaret comments: “The way we eat it will only serve 5 or 6.” I guess they liked it.

Checking online, I discovered one similar recipe, the only differences being Coca-Cola instead of water and pecans instead of almonds. On another recipe combining cherries and olives, the writer commented that she liked the contrast of the salty olives against the sweet cherries.

So – Who was Aunt Margaret, you ask. You’ve never heard me speak of her, you say. Well, Aunt Margaret was married to Mother’s first husband’s brother, Ted Walrath. Technically, she was not my aunt – not even by marriage – but she was related within the extended family. They lived in a neat little house just a few doors from us on Brown Avenue when I was growing up. It was one of those houses that somehow seemed bigger on the inside than it appeared from the outside. Since they were neighbors, she occasionally walked past our house and would stop to visit. After she bought her little blue Chevrolet Corvair, I don’t think she ever had another car. She said she just loved that Corvair. And -- she was a knitter.


Every Christmas Eve, as we bustled around the house to get ready for our celebration, Uncle Ted would show up about 3:00 p.m. to wish us a “Merry Christmas.” He never stayed but a minute. (Well, he might have stayed a little longer if Daddy offered him a drink.) Mother later recalled that his brief holiday visits were special to her.
 
I don’t remember when Aunt Margaret passed away – probably in the 1980s – but I remember well Uncle Ted’s passing. It was during my first week at the University of Idaho in 1967. As I recall, he had a stroke or a heart attack and fell against Aunt Margaret, injuring her. Whatever the event, he didn’t survive and Aunt Margaret was hospitalized. KW

[The b&w photo above, taken during the holidays of 1935, shows three generations of Walraths: Harry Lee stands with Margaret and Ted behind Naomi holding Margot (Margaret and Ted's daughter). Margaret and Ted had another child, Harry, born in 1937.

In the bottom photo, note the beautiful red maple. We don't know from whence this volunteer came, but it's plain that it's not from the big cousin behind it.]