Monday, February 11, 2008
Sunday, February 10, 2008
I can cook... from Nanette Lee Dolan nee Dungey
I can cook, thanks to Mom!
What I really got from Mother, other than indoor bare feet and the like, was the ability and love of cooking. Obviously, I did not inherit it, but she instilled it in me from before I can remember. The summer before I started 6th grade (or maybe 7th, but I think it was 6th), she had me make dinner every Thursday. In fact, one Thursday, I was at the creek swimming and talking with a neighborhood friend and her mother, when I suddenly jumped up and said that I had to go cook supper. The mother wanted to know more, and I explained that Mom was teaching me to cook and making me fix dinner every Thursday. That neighbor woman was very impressed, but I don’t know if my friend ended up having to learn to cook as well.
Mother’s emphasis on my learning to cook led to one of my outstanding moments in the first few months of John’s and my marriage. I was going to school during the day, and he worked the second shift, so we didn’t see much of each other before the weekends. One Friday, I decided to bake some bread because I like homemade bread and I wanted to surprise John. When he came home, he sniffed the air and said, “What’s that? It smells like bread.” I responded that it was bread baking. I’m not sure that he heard me because he went into the kitchen, looked in the oven, and came back to say, “There’s bread in the oven. You can cook!” I said, “Of course, I can cook. I cooked for you before we got married.” John’s response was, “I thought that you were just cooking things you knew how to cook well to impress me. You can bake bread! You can cook!”
All my cooking skill starts with Mother. Thank you, Mom, from all of us in North Carolina for the fact that I can cook. I love you.
Happy 80th Birthday to Mom!
Nanette
What I really got from Mother, other than indoor bare feet and the like, was the ability and love of cooking. Obviously, I did not inherit it, but she instilled it in me from before I can remember. The summer before I started 6th grade (or maybe 7th, but I think it was 6th), she had me make dinner every Thursday. In fact, one Thursday, I was at the creek swimming and talking with a neighborhood friend and her mother, when I suddenly jumped up and said that I had to go cook supper. The mother wanted to know more, and I explained that Mom was teaching me to cook and making me fix dinner every Thursday. That neighbor woman was very impressed, but I don’t know if my friend ended up having to learn to cook as well.
Mother’s emphasis on my learning to cook led to one of my outstanding moments in the first few months of John’s and my marriage. I was going to school during the day, and he worked the second shift, so we didn’t see much of each other before the weekends. One Friday, I decided to bake some bread because I like homemade bread and I wanted to surprise John. When he came home, he sniffed the air and said, “What’s that? It smells like bread.” I responded that it was bread baking. I’m not sure that he heard me because he went into the kitchen, looked in the oven, and came back to say, “There’s bread in the oven. You can cook!” I said, “Of course, I can cook. I cooked for you before we got married.” John’s response was, “I thought that you were just cooking things you knew how to cook well to impress me. You can bake bread! You can cook!”
All my cooking skill starts with Mother. Thank you, Mom, from all of us in North Carolina for the fact that I can cook. I love you.
Happy 80th Birthday to Mom!
Nanette
Saturday, February 9, 2008
Gi Gi and her admirers.... Happy Birthday
This link will take you to pictures on our website. October 2005 contains several pics of Grandma and her great grandchildren that you may want to put on her blog. I have a couple from this past Christmas I will try to send you as well.
Wish I had more.
Paula LiebelFriday, February 8, 2008
Posting one thing, but... Earl posted by mistake...
Seems I went looking for the Top Ten Reasons to Retire from Service, but haven't found them yet and I have run out of time. I did find lots of poor poetry and some of envelope art - two from my son in Spain at the time, and two from me in the Great Northwest. Seems one thing my mother did very well was keep her family in contact, how ever - mail, email, telephone, and now live feed. Happy Birthday, Mom, sorry I wasn't better at the poetry.
Thursday, February 7, 2008
To my good old friend Melba Dungey, I send one of my "love poems". Peggy Martin
Do You Know?
Do you know what I see
when I look into your eyes?
Not the splendor of deep sapphire,
that I see in summer skies.
The roses are now faded;
each day more petals fall.
Yes, time and space
have dimmed the music
of our youth. Old eyes,
once clear and blue,
no longer see,
just feel the magic
and the glory
of the love
that we have shared.
No, what I see
when I look into your eyes
are sixty patient, perfect years
of earthly paradise.
Have a wonderful birthday, Melba. Live each day as if it were your last; that is what I have learned to do.
Love and hugs,
Peggy Martin
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
Time fled from Merl Dungey
Where does all the time go? Birthday time and a special one at that. But what a time to reflect on all the joyous times shared. My memories of you in your house in Albert Lea, when most of my cousins were very young. To the wonderful time I had visiting you between Flight schools. When you and Uncle Don visted me while I was a bachelor in Atlanta. More recent your visit with Marsha and I in Jackson.
How much you mean to me... from Janet Dungey
Mom, I just want to let you know how much your friendship means to me. For years you have been my sounding board. I can talk to you about things I can't talk to my Mom about. We laugh and share many stories together.
You are someone I can tell Noah's achievements to that will understand how proud I am of him. I can tell you things that are troubling me and you aren't critical of me and those things I share with you. You have given me words of encouragement. My Mom isn't able to give those words because those words of encouragement were never spoken to her. I admire your resilience. I always tell everyone that you are real "Energizer Bunny" I never met anyone who in spite of their illness keeps going on. I only hope that I have your same resilience when I reach 80.
When I first met Wynn, I was really fascinated by his Mom. I guess I've always had this attraction to colorful people. I have always loved poetry but never have been able to put into words all the beautiful things that I have seen. I admire that you are able to do that. It is my prayer that you will have a Very Blessed 80th Birthday and you will realize how you have touched so many lives with your kindness. Love, Jan Dungey
You are someone I can tell Noah's achievements to that will understand how proud I am of him. I can tell you things that are troubling me and you aren't critical of me and those things I share with you. You have given me words of encouragement. My Mom isn't able to give those words because those words of encouragement were never spoken to her. I admire your resilience. I always tell everyone that you are real "Energizer Bunny" I never met anyone who in spite of their illness keeps going on. I only hope that I have your same resilience when I reach 80.
When I first met Wynn, I was really fascinated by his Mom. I guess I've always had this attraction to colorful people. I have always loved poetry but never have been able to put into words all the beautiful things that I have seen. I admire that you are able to do that. It is my prayer that you will have a Very Blessed 80th Birthday and you will realize how you have touched so many lives with your kindness. Love, Jan Dungey
Sunday, February 3, 2008
Birthday of the Christmas Lady from Norm Julian
"Melba keep Christmas better than anyone I know. What is more, she makes every day like Christmas. She knows the art of living and loving are one and the same and she lives her life accordingly. That is why they call her the Christmas Lady. So a birthday is just another special day for Melba."
-- Friend and admirer, Norman Julian
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