Friday, April 21, 2006

Daming of Lake Gregory

Just above the pond the lane to Jackie's house also had deep ruts. Because the water from the hill drained in this little dip and just stayed there. Jackie called it Lake Gregory. Sometimes there would be a large mud hole here 3 or 4 weeks after a rain. They put in railroad ties to hold the fill dirt and a tin horn to drain the water off into the pond. Hopefully, Lake Gregory is gone never to return.
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New Driveway

This is my new driveway that starts a couple hundred yards down the road by the old water tank. Remember when there was a chicken house here? And later when Mike's Goat that Helen wrecked set here for years? Posted by Picasa

Driveway, before, during, after

This was my driveway before husband and son worked on it last weekend. You can not really tell it by this picture, but it had washed so much it had 2 deep ruts that were a foot deep in places. Husband decided to give up and move the driveway to where it did not come directly up the hill.



This is Greg working to fill in the old driveway.

This is after it was filled in. I think it would make a great flower / tomato garden, but Husband says no. Posted by Picasa

Tomorrow

All this gardening stuff has gotten the best of me. Tomorrow I am going to go buy some tomato plants and some flowers. I have not even cleaned the dead weed from my small beds yet, but tomorrow is the day. I will start my garden. I sure would like to plant where Husband piled up the dirt when he moved the drive way, but he says no. I would just plant there anyway, but we have live here 26 years and I have never once mowed our huge yard. I guess I will let him be the boss this one time.

Thursday, April 20, 2006

A Grandma's Blog

Ok, I found an interesting blob
http://www.ruthcampbellsmith.blogspot.com/
It is a 1925 diary written by a blogger's Grandmother. Very neat.
Then here
http://hoecollection.blogspot.com/
is the blogger's blog, where she has pictures of the flowers in her garden and her garden hoes. Patsy, she has a grubbing hoe.

Flowers in my garden

Here are a couple of my flowers.
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Tuesday, April 18, 2006

A Recipe for Cheryl

I like this because it is easy, my family likes it because it tastes good.

Buttermilk Chicken
1 Tyson chicken, cut up
1 qt buttermilk
flour
1/2 stick margarine
1 can cream of mushroom soup
salt

Salt each piece of chicken and place it in a large bowl. Pour buttermilk over chicken till all chicken is covered. Let sit for 1, 2 or 3 hours as time allows.

Pre-heat oven to 375 degrees.

Melt margarine in large baking pan, or in Grandma's big cast iron skillet she got from Larry Renfroe. Reserve buttermilk.
Roll each piece of chicken in flour and place skin side down in baking pan. Cook at 375 degrees for about 45 minutes. Lower temperature of oven to 350 degrees, turn chicken pieces and cook another 20 minutes.

Mix can of soup with the buttermilk and pour over chicken. Cook about another 20 minutes, until sauce is hot and bubbly.

Serve with mashed potatoes or egg noodles.

Very good on a cold winter night.

Monday, April 17, 2006

Of Turkeys, feathered and non-feathered

These are my brother's turkeys. Brother lives just down the road from us in the house our father built. Brother's hobby is raising 'wild' turkeys just like our father before him.

Today, Husband saw a young man and girl in a pickup just across the fence from Brother's 'hunting' our pet turkeys. It is turkey season in Arkansas, according to Husband, which I did not know. Pickup Man was in the field just a few yards from Brother's house trying to shoot one of these turkeys. What in the world is the sport of shooting a bird that will walk up to you and ask for food? Anyway, Husband was watching and not approving, when pet turkey took wing and flew across the fence into Brother's pasture. This did not deter Pickup Man as over the fence he went, stalking pet turkey in brother's back yard, as it were. This was too much for Husband who gave chase to the great turkey hunter. After a few unkind words back and forth, Husband discovered the Pickup Man was boyfriend of Old Neighbor's granddaughter who was along for the ride, hunting pet turkeys. Pickup, Pickup Man, and Old Neighbor's granddaughter dissapeared over the horizon.

Husband decided to truck out the road and have a talk with Old Neighbor. Old Neighbor has been a good and kind neighbor for over 40 years. He knew grandkids were hunting on his place, but he did not know they were stalking pet turkeys in his neighbor's yard. Husband and Old Neighbor proceeded down into Neighbor's pasture looking for the great hunters, but could not find them.

After Old Neighbor went back to his house, Husband saw the great hunters sneak out from their hidding place and drive off. At least they had sense enough to be ashamed and hide.

For those locals interested, young hunter sometimes goes by the alias Hale, but to us, he will always be known as the Great White Hunter, or Pickup Man. Posted by Picasa

Sunday, April 16, 2006

Working on the road...

Husband and son have been working rebuilding our driveways all weekend. I took before and after pictures, except the after is not quite done. It is dark, but they are still working.

These pictures are prettier anyway..

Springtime in the Ozarks...

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