Final Words From This Little Lady

Things have changed.

I’ve been busy with several creative projects, new ideas and going in other directions, so ending this blogging journey is the right thing to do.

 I’m looking forward to moving on!

I love to write and have enjoyed sharing here since my first post ‘My Dandelion Yard,’ back in 2012. This has been a great place for my writing and photography. 

I’ve shifted my efforts to other things. That’s life. I’m sure you understand. But before I button up this blog I wanted to bring to light some of my favorites and also allow readers to have one last scroll through my posts. (To find a post, look in the margin and click on the title, OR type in the post’s title in the search bar.)


A Is For Amazing

Halloween 1961

The Current

My Dad

Dishes From the Farm


Visits at friend’s homes in: Christmas At Kim’s, A Very Missy Christmas, Barbara’s House of Color, Art, and Love, and Ellie’s House.

See my travels in: Maasai Morning and My Spring Break On The Italian Riviera (With A Busload Of Teens).

See my personal story of faith in: Season of Joy and I Did Not Go To Church Today

Go back to the 1960s in: Weddings, The Way They Used To Be, Summers Outside, Salad Luncheon Days and Through The Lilac Grove.

Good summer reads are: Blood, Sweat and Ice Cream Cones and Adventure At The Yellow House.

Thank you for visiting my blog today and in the past!

Goodbye and best of everything to you!

Through the Lilac Grove

I was a young kid in the early 1960s, living in a small town. When Minnesota winters can be sub-zero and Jack Frost leaves his artwork on every window, it’s nicer to stay inside. Winter can seem like a long season when one is indoors for most of it. For the housewife, there was plenty to do with the housework and taking care of the family. If she wanted a break, she could watch a soap opera on TV, or telephone a friend, but by spring, she was ready to get out of her abode and catch up with the other cooped up ladies.  When winter was over it was much easier to go back and forth to the neighbors to visit. No need to bundle up and step over snow banks.

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Women’s History Month: Frieda

FriedaThe theme for Woman’s History Month (2013) was ‘celebrating women in science, technology, engineering, and mathematics’. The names of famous women who’ve done impressive things is too long to list here. But I can think of several women in my personal history who are worth a mention when talking about outstanding females.

I think of my Grandma Frieda who made homemade root beer (science), fetched water from a hand pump (technology), made rag rugs on a loom (operating engineering), and had to budget every dime (mathematics).

She was born at the turn of the 20th century to Swedish farmers, spending most of her life near the Minnesota-Wisconsin border where the Rock Creek bends and turns through beautiful country.  A typical girl of that time and place, she lived a simple life on the farm, then as a young adult married a local man.

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I Did Not Go To Church Today

church steepleI did not go to church today.

I drove around taking pictures of church steeples.


I walked up the steps of a big old church to get an artsy shot and there sat a young man who looked like he’d had a rough night, a real rough life. He was waiting for a bus.

He didn’t give me any eye contact. I stood right next to him as I took steeple shots. I was in his space now so I said to him, “I’m taking pictures of steeples today.” He looked at me like ‘ok whatever crazy lady, who I don’t know who just got out of her car while I sit  here and wait for a bus.’

Then a few moments later he spoke up,”Any reason why?” I answered,” Yep, sometimes I pick a theme and just go with it. I recently did old steps that lead to nowhere, also shadows, stuff like that.” He didn’t say anything as I snapped a few more pictures. I was sure he’d lost interest in our conversation. Then as I was leaving he said,” You could do waterfalls.” I turned around and said, “That’s a good idea!” Then he added in an upbeat tone in his voice, “..or tree stumps!” “I hadn’t thought of that one.” I answered, “Thanks for the good ideas.”

He gave me a nice smile and sat up a bit straighter. You know, I think I did go to church today.

Season of Joy


Meaning of ChristmasI write this on a quiet Christmas.

My loved ones are far away, yet I still find myself almost giddy with joy. I do feel blessed to have the love of family and friends. I have a home, a job, and all my needs are taken care of.  All this makes me happy. But I feel such an overwhelmingly deep joy that can’t compare to anything else in life, that I’d be a fool not to share it with others and let you know how to have it too. Christmas is a great reminder of the source of my joy.

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10 Ways To Have The Perfect, Non-Perfect Holiday

holidayThis time of the year can be crazy and stressful or beautiful and meaningful. Whether you celebrate Hanukkah, Solstice , Kwanzaa, Christmas or something else, there is so much to do.

December is busy for me. I celebrate not just Christmas, but also our wedding anniversary and several family member’s birthdays.

I’m older now and more relaxed about a lot of things but the first few years as a young wife, I wanted to have the perfect Christmas.

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right, left, north and south

Library - 1545(spoiler alert: this is not soft…sometimes i think too much)

i am writing this out of a deep frustration…

 …at how the obvious is not noticed and the endless piles of mud are tossed..all the deep and lovely words about time and space and truth and beauty are raped by those who have put up a wall so high and so thick that no miracle or magic can be seen or heard through it……on our short journey through this life experience there is no place for these solid walls…

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Halloween in 1961

Halloween 1961That’s just me hangin’ out by the jack-o’-lantern waiting to go trick-or-treating. It was 1961 and I was 5 years old. (Notice the dog face to the right of the pumpkin. I wish I could say this was a ghost dog that appeared when the picture was developed, but it’s nothing like that, it’s just our dog, Lassie.) 

My mom had taken me to the five and dime store to buy my costume.

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On This Day



(I spoke at my mother’s Celebration of Life service on August 29th, 2016. Here it is.)


For the past several years my mom was living her life in a wheelchair unable to do much of anything, losing the strength to hold a book or spoon, stay awake very long or to even speak.

 This could be frustrating at times for her, this once independent, active person. And, I’m sure when she thought back to her prime years, that she found joy and satisfaction in those memories.

 Sometimes on my visits I would read from one of her old journals she’d so faithfully kept for most of her life, and we’d both marvel at how much she used to do in one day.  As her memory failed, her own written words from years past were interesting and enlightening to her.

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Blood, Sweat and Ice Cream Cones

FullSizeRenderI used to work for a temp agency that placed me in offices around the city to fill in for receptionist and office support work. A particular job could be anywhere from one day to two years. I worked all over the city, meeting lots of people and experiencing all types of office environments.

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Friday Nights at My Dad’s Store

Go GamblesI walked into the drug store late on a Friday night when I noticed a sign saying “OPEN 24 HOURS”. I’m glad they stay open late. It was the only chance I had to get shopping done before the weekend. Next stop would be the grocery store, open until 11:00.

When I was growing up in the 1960s, my dad owned a hardware store. You’d never see that sign in his store or any of the stores in our small town. They all closed at 5:30. But Friday nights were different. The stores stayed open until 9:00.

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My Dad

me & daddyMy dad…I thought he was the next thing to Superman. Even though he didn’t leap from tall buildings, (although I did see him fall out of a tree once landing on his feet!), he could do a little of everything, and do it well.


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The Current

road to Nancy's

road to Nancy’s

After driving over 100 miles, I turned off the freeway to a county road then onto a narrow dirt road that leads toward Nancy’s. Driving through the lonesome wooded hills and swampland, cattails grow on both sides of the road. Nature looked picture perfect on that summer day out in the middle of nowhere. One more turn goes down a crude winding driveway that leads to her large rustic house, an impressive work of construction done by her husband’s hands.

Here is where hospice was set up for her.

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Turn Up The Silence

shoe on TVI’m that driver with the loud music on. Heavy bass, please. I enjoy TV. Most of it’s junk to me, but what I like, I really like.

I love to have my family around me. There is no sweeter sound in the house than the voices and footsteps of those I love.

We live in a noisy world. Sounds are everywhere and are a normal part of our everyday lives. Sounds from people, traffic, social media, TV and music are whirling around us in a constant hum, and we just sing along.

Have you ever found yourself in a very quiet place?

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A Is For Amazing

first apple

This apple has come a long way.

This morning it glowed in the sunshine like a giant ruby. My husband brought it home after he’d been to visit his mom. She lives with his sister in the old house that has been in the family for five generations.

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Summers Outside

sand townWhen I was a kid, my friends and I were outside all day long in the summer. After breakfast I was out the door and into the summer sun where us kids decided what we wanted to do when we wanted to do it.

We were old enough to leave the yard but not old enough to have a summer job. This is a glorious and brief time in a person’s life. Those years between your mother’s apron strings and sliding into the work world. The ‘Tom Sawyer’ summers, I call them. Days spent outside, barefoot, with no keys, money or phone to carry. Days that were simple.

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The Ladies’ Home Journal, June 1927

I  love old magazines. My friend found a gem for me. The June 1927 issue of ‘The Ladies’ Home Journal’. The cover is missing but the rest of the magazine is all there. I store it on the top shelf of my closet. I look through it every once in awhile. I like the fashions of the 1920’s when my grandma was a young mom and my own mom was just a kid. When I look through it, I wonder if my grandma read this issue years ago. She always enjoyed reading women’s magazines.

It covers everything that women like to read about today; fashion, beauty, famous women, taking care of loved ones, striving for smooth skin, and a good love story.

It’s too big to fit in our scanner so I had to take pictures of it. But I think you’ll still get a good idea of this wonderful old read.



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Little Lady’s Yellow Home Office

My home office is the smallest room in the house. To some, it may look like a closet, but to me because it has a window and a closet, it’s a real room. It’s close to the kitchen and living room so I can have an old movie on and something cooking on the stove while I work here. Since it’s a small area I have to be good about keeping the paper and junk from taking over…and sometimes it does. I tend to be a clutter bug, so in order to work here I first need to keep it in organized. (The one time I had everything is apple pie order I snapped these pictures.) Everything is handed down, a gift,  from a thrift store or the sale bin. Interesting boxes and baskets hold craft projects. Favorite items are on display. I was happy when I found  farm-house yellow paint,  free! from a waste and recycling place. 

vintage home office

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Fresh Mozzarella & Tomato Kabobs

My friend, Ellie, served these when a few of us girls gathered in her urban cottage for dinner. Delicious.

cherry tomatoes

fresh Mozzarella cheese balls

basil leaves

Alternate on wooden skewers.

Mix together 2 Tbls each of olive oil and balsamic vinegar, and a pinch of salt. Drizzle over kabobs.

Ellie says Kalamata olives could be added.

Barbara’s House of Color, Art and Love

Barb and I have been good friends since we were kids. A big hearted, generous, fun person, she and her husband have an open door home where anyone who wants or needs a place to land, animals included, are all welcomed. The coffee is always on. Gentle dogs welcome you like a long lost friend. The home is lively with the sound of  laughter, music and youngsters. Barb has a beautiful singing voice, can cook and bake like the best and is also an artist .

Welcome to Barbara’s.

happy home

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