Over Pies

A few nights ago I heard lots of kid voices on the gravel road in front of our house which is  highly unusual.

I mean, we hear our share of frogs croaking, birds singing, and coyotes howling, but there are hardly ever kids on this dead end country road.

They came to the door with a flyer and said they were having an upcoming fish fry and pie auction at their church a few days later and were inviting people in the area to come.

We set the flyer out so we wouldn’t forget, and yesterday we ventured a mile up the highway to their church called Friendship Church.

We’d been there two or three times several years ago when we were trying on churches, so to speak, but it was so long ago that this was a new experience for us.

I’ve got to be honest here, the “how are we going to walk into a room where we don’t see anybody familiar” butterflies were making some serious racket in my stomach.

It’s kind of unnerving, you know? To walk into a place where everybody already knows everybody else. It does makes it pretty easy to pick out who is new.

But, maybe that’s a good thing because we were greeted with lots of smiles and warm welcomes. In fact, one of the ladies even recognized us from the time we were there like 5 years ago.

The kitchen was a buzz with meal preparations and after everyone was seated, chit chat filled the room.

As weird as it sounds, in a room full of virtual strangers, I was almost transported back to when I was a kid at my grandma’s Iowa farmhouse.

When we got together, the adults in our family used to sit at the kitchen table and tell stories that filled the whole house and meals with laughter.

Last night I realized that it didn’t really matter if we knew anyone or not, just being there was enough.

For the pie auction, Little Bit and the kids took turns carrying the desserts through the sanctuary to show each one to the potential bidders while the auctioneer was busy calling out the dollar amounts.

While waiting in line for his turn, Little Bit spotted something on the table that he really, really wanted:

A pie.

Ok, this is a really, really huge thing! My boy has never even eaten pie! Like ever!

So, with money in my back pocket, this momma set out to get him his first ever fruit-filled confection.

Well… I lost by $5.

After the last of the desserts sold, everyone was gathering their things and getting ready to head home.

I was standing near the pulpit when a kind gentleman I’ve never met before approached me and offered his lovely raspberry masterpiece.

What?? Me?? My response was “Let me give you some money for it,” which he refused to take.

So, there I stood, dessert in hand and a lump in my throat. Then, a sweet gal I don’t even know came up to me with her arms outstretched.

I about fell over when I looked down and saw her gift! It was the very pie that Little Bit had wanted so badly.

Seriously? Who does that? Who is soooooooo kind that they buy something and hand it over to someone else? Someone they don’t even know?

Evidently they do.

Suddenly as I started to thank her, I felt the lump in my throat make its way to my tear ducts.

With extreme gratitude about to  spill down my cheeks, the only words I could seem to muster were,

“Who cries over pies?”


Sitting on the Counter

Thanks to Faye’s comment on Mom’s birthday post, Mom got Grandma Irene’s antique green-handled rolling pin out of the cabinet and now she gets to enjoy it because it’s sitting on the counter. 

Photo credits: Mom ❤️


Hygge Love ❤

Hey friends,

Just want to check in and tell you my husband, Little Bit and I are all sick. It is some cough/ congestion virus that has been hanging around for a solid week. Yuck!

I was catching up on reading some blog posts last night, when I saw this one! Yes!! This!! I’ve heard the word Hygge, but honestly, I had no idea what it meant until I read this.

She explains it nicely and I thought it’d be a great one to share on this dark, raining day. I love how the months of January through March are such a transition time. The rest between seasons.

Thank you for letting me share your beautiful outlook!

A Mischief Managed - and Other Adventures

Last January I discovered (to my joy!) for the first time that there was a word, hygge, which summed up just perfectly everything I love most about this cosy wrapped-up time of year. A year on, and hygge has continued to sweep across from its native Denmark to take our countries by storm, revolutionising how we approach wintertime – especially the post-Christmas part of winter. It offers a softer and more rounded alternative to the out-running, diet-beginning resolve of the new year; in the form of a more achievable balance between good health – with fresh air and long, rambling walks – and indulgent nights in – with a little bit of chocolate, a mug of something warming and some cosy time devoted to enjoying good company and home comforts.

I have recently been reading the very beautiful Little Book of Hygge by Meik Wiking, given to me by my…

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A Key Switched On

Do you ever have an idea appear out of nowhere, and instead of completely dismissing it, you run with it? 

That happened to me this morning. I woke up around 6:00 a.m. with an awful headache, so I went bad to bed. 

Luckily when I woke up later I was feeling a bit better. When I walked into the kitchen, I suddenly had an idea for a book. Like me writing a book. Completely out the blue. 

How does that even happen? I haven’t written a book in 3 years and that one still isn’t published! Well, however it did happen, I went with it and it has been pouring out. 

In less than an hour I had a title, a dedication, an introduction, and a list of 31 chapters. This afternoon I have been working on the chapters themselves. 

Pretty darn cool. 

I’ve had writer’s  block for over a week and then it was like a key switched on. 


1916 Baker’s Chocolate Advertisement

Love this ad from 100 years ago. Especially because my grandpa was born on December 11, 1916 and he would’ve been 2 weeks old on his first Christmas Day.

December is a month full of birthdays in our family. Little Bit’s and mine, my other grandpa’s in 1921, my dad’s, and my sweet nephew Seth has a birthday today!

Happy birthday, Seth! 

Thank you Miss Sheryl, for letting me share your post. Seeing it filled my heart with joy and smiles. Happy holidays to you and your family!

A Hundred Years Ago

Source: Good Housekeeping (December, 1916) Source: Good Housekeeping (December, 1916)

MERRY CHRISTMAS!

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