Good bye sweet boy

Caleb Moody. I have been loving this little boy since he was born 7 years ago. I have had the honor of caring for him in his home and partaking of his spirit for most of those years. I have dearly loved every second I spent near him and his sweet family.
He returned to Heavenly Father Friday afternoon in his mothers arms and surrounded by family.
Once, when his physical therapist was working with him, I saw him stand upright on his cute chubby, never been used feet. Of course he was completely supported by the therapist, but that sight made me cry. It was so neat to imagine him walking and talking. He is now walking and talking and I hope I will get to hug and kiss him again someday. I love you little boy blue.

Food Chopper

I found this at a yard sale last summer and couldn't resist buying it because of the memories it evoked. Let me tell you about it.

When I was a very little girl, I'm guessing about 3 or 4, we went to visit my grampa Ziegler.  This was Lester D Ziegler, everyone called "Dutch".  He lived on a ranch outside of Salmon, ID.  We had to drive down this long lane, get out and open a gate, drive through, then close the gate and drive some more, to get to the house. There were big fields on all sides of the house.  I went exploring, as a little girl is apt to do, and someone was put in charge of me, I think it was grampa's daughter by his second wife Helen.  I can't remember her name. Anyway, I went running out to see the geese. Everyone was screaming at me to stop but  I just didn't register any danger so I kept going. I was in the field with the geese when I realized first that these geese were bigger than I was, and second they were running towards me, necks stretched out in a very aggressive manner.  I turned around and ran back to the fence and barely made it through to the other side by the time the geese reached me.  All the adults were horrified at my close call. I did'nt know birds could be mean!  (Remind me to tell you my turkey story someday). Anyway, those geese patrolled the perimeter of that fence the rest of the day, honking and yelling at everyone who came close, ruining all the exploring I wanted to do. I was forced to go into the house with all the grownups.  There I saw my grampa with a cool jar thing, pushing the knob on top up and down. Coooool!! I went over to see what was going on. He would put a few spoonfulls of food, or a piece of meat in and then push the red knob up and down real fast.It had a spring in it that made it pop up everytime you pushed it down. There was a little blade at the other end of the knob that chopped the food up, against a little wooden circle at the bottom of the jar. He then spooned the chopped food onto his plate and ate it.  He didn't have any teeth for some reason and this little contraption chewed up his food for him. I guess it was the first blender.
         Isn't it funny that seeing that little food chopper made me think about mean geese?

Girls quilt collage project

Christmas was great. All my children and grandchildren were here except Betsy and her family. We had all kinds of fun dancing to "Just Dance" on the wii, (yup, even us old uncoordinated folks), playing games, eating and doing projects.  Here are some pictures of one of our projects.
I started out with my 4 oldest Granddaughters.  I had them draw a big picture on a sheet of paper.  Then we traced it onto a piece of muslin and I gave them bags of color coordinated fabric scraps and told them to cut little pieces and glue them onto the muslin. When they were finished with that, they cut them out and glued them onto a background. We made a quilt sandwich and quilted them by machine, sewing as many raw edges down as possible and then bound them. Here they are:  Oh yeah....I forgot to mention that the mothers came down one by one and joined in the fun.

Here is Sarah's little "Hooter". Of course she had Ben draw it for her so Her daughter Brynn says she cannot really claim it.  I know for a fact that Ben didn't put one piece of fabric on that drawing, so I think Sarah can claim it.

Here is a "Handy" little quilt by Val, the school teacher.  Could you have guessed?

This little tree with falling leaves belongs to Hannah.

This little red posie was made by Livy, Age 10.

Brynn, age 8, made this Christmas tree with decorations and a star on top.

 Abby made this wonky little sun to brighten up her day.

                                            CJ age 12 made this eclectic rose bud.

Kaitlyn, age 10, made this swimmingly fun fish!

Didn't they do an amazing Job?

Christmas Quilts 2011

It's time to pick your Christmas Quilt. This is the order of the draw. Dad drew the names so don't blame me.

Julian and Deanna
Hannah and Kendall
Joe and Andrea
Caleb
Betsy and Russell
Sarah and Scott
Ben and Val
Abby and Kam

There are 10 quilts so hopefully no one will feel like they are getting the dregs. Jule and Deanna, email me as soon as you decide so Hannah and Kendall can pick. etc.  I will put names under the quilt as soon as I hear. Some of the quilts are big and some are little couch quilts, so pay attention to the size.

 "Amy Butler Chains" (Amy Butler designer the fabric) 98 x 78 Sarah and Scott

 "Roses on the Beanstalk" 70x 79

 "Floating Squares" 72 x 55  Abby and Kam

 "Peachy Spring Flowers" 88 x 70 Joe and Andrea

 "Ducks and Pinwheels" 67x 57 (This one looks more masculine in real life. The colors aren't good in this picture.)

 "Lattice in the Den" 67 x 55  Caleb

 "Grampa's Churn Dash" 67 x 57  Julian and Deanna

"Jewels in the Sky" 92 x 82  Ben and Val

 "Happy Pinwheels" 94 x 82  Hannah and Kendall

"Cotton Candy" 81 x 71 Betsy and Russell

I Love you all.  Have fun, Don't fight.

To Bee Or Not

When I was seven, I was playing on the swing set at the end of the trailer park where we lived in Dayton, Nevada.  There were yellow jackets buzzing around and I swatted at one that came too close.  It became very angry just like the one above and started dive bombing me.  In abject terror I took off running for home. Home was at least the length of 4 long trailer houses away.  I ran as fast as I could and could hear that yellow jacket just over my shoulder the whole time. When I got to my front door, while I was fumbling to open it, it stung me.  That is how I explain my fear of Bees.

When we lived in Kentucky I was in the van with all my children  in front of the high school looking at the reconstruction that was going on. My window was rolled down, we were stopped but the car was in drive.Suddenly, a bee of some sort, I think it was a wicked yellow jacket,  flew in my window. I felt overwhelming terror and jumped out of the car. Yes, I abandoned my children to the bee and left the premises. Unfortunately, the car was still in gear and it started to roll away.  My kids were yelling at me, incredulous, and I finally realized what I had just done. I jumped back in the car, even though the bee was still there, and saved my family. I realized then that I had to get over my fear. I still hate them, but I don't think I would jump out of the car again.

Today my cute hubby brought me a flower and a card that had a cute picture of a bee on the front.  It said
"I would totally throw myself on a bee for you.......totally".       My Hero!