Wednesday, February 14, 2018
sharing the words of a husband and father
These words, handwritten on a simple piece of paper
Words of love and devotion to his Wife and his Children
Simple paper, priceless words
Truly my last thoughts will be of you ~ and the kids ~
I first read this note a few weeks ago at the memorial for Big Pops Mom and Dad.
His Mom, Ione, passed on January 2. Dad Jack, passed five years ago
The memorial was for both
As I read these words my first thought was, what a gift this simple note was not only to Ione and the kids, but to all who are connected to them and to Jack.
It confirmed to me where my husband got his huge heart and gentle spirit
His devotion to his family and those he cares about
How lucky I am to call him my Husband
How lucky others are to call him Dad, Grandpa, Brother, Friend.....
Wishing you all a day of love...
and may you all find yourselves as loved as these simple words are meant
From the Lane,
Monday, February 12, 2018
our trip to the Social Security Office.
Okay, so I'm thinking to some, this wouldn't be anything major. Just another thing that you schedule, do online or make a simple phone call. To us, it seemed rather monumental and a definite life decision (probably the same to most if they would admit it) so we decided we felt more comfortable making an appointment to go in a do a face to face.
I guess as I continue this story of a day in our life, you need to remember that it's me and Big Pops.
We are both from Small Town America. He's a Yooper. I have spent the better part of the last 45 years working from my home, Pops in the Oil Fields.
We live in the country, on a dirt road up until a couple years ago, now we live on tarvey.
We really wouldn't have it any other way. We are common folk and to us that's a good thing.
So, we get to our appointment. Both of us excited and nervous at the same time. Luckily we got the kindest, most patient young man to help us. He didn't act as if he thought any of our questions were dumb. He explained everything in common folk terms and within about 45 minutes time he had walked up through making what to us was a huge step in our life.
We make our way outside and hand in hand walk to the Blazer. I say, "well guess we just did it". He replies, "yup" and gives me a smile and a kiss. Then I make the mistake of saying, "gosh, I could hardly keep from crying in there, that's when the dams broke. Both of us, Big Ole Pops and Me, both standing there crying like a couple of crazies. We decide to take it to the car and pull ourselves together before those who can see us begin to wonder.
We need to make a stop at the Grocery just up the road a piece so we dry our eyes and manage the short trip. It was snowy and rather nasty but we managed the lot, got parked and with some small comment by one of us, we both started crying again. We gathered ourselves together once again, made it into the store and got what we needed. Outside we head. Obviously we hadn't gathered ourselves together quite enough because now, we can't find our vehicle. Finally after much searching we locate it about three rows over from where we thought it was waiting. Now we can't get the cart through the snow, so Pops pushes while I pull. We get the hatch open to transfer the groceries, he hands me the key and I promptly set off the car alarm. It took us close to a minute to figure that out at which time we finished the transfer and went into hiding in the Blazer.
This time we actually laughed, but in all honestly we both cried a bit more several times on the trek home and then cried like babies when we got home.
Most of our tears were joyful, happy to be making this transition to a new chapter of our lives.
A bit of sadness mixed in as we thought of our Dads, mine who passed at 62 and didn't reach this point of enjoyment. Pops Dad who did reach the age of 89 but because he was cheated out of many years of his SS earnings wasn't able to enjoy it at a younger age.
It seems almost surreal to both of us. Thinking we would never get to this point or when we did would we be able to swing it.
We have worked hard and tried most often to spend wisely. We aren't high maintenance and pray for good health so we don't become that way.
We shan't live like Kings and Queens but of course we don't want too...
we're Common Folk and proud of the fact.
Some of you might be rolling your eyes at this tale of our Life on the Lane and I hope I haven't bored you all to tears with it. I just felt a need to write about it.
The moral of my little tale....
If you should ever see a couple of common looking folk leaving the Social Security Offices only to break down in tears. Don't assume it's because they were denied or given bad news.
Remember our story and assume that they're crying tears of joy and relief and looking forward to this next chapter in their lives. A chapter that might seem a bit scary to step into but one that we're hoping will spell out a real adventure!
Follow along for the ride!!
Just Common Folk,
Big Poppy and Me
Sunday, January 28, 2018
The Rug Hooker Kit Makers.
I know, that's not how you remember it but just go with me on this.
Over the past few months we've had several suggestions of offering a Rug Hooking class.
I contemplate. I am a hooker, of rugs. I'm not an experienced hooker of rugs by anyones imagination.
I'm not confident I can teach anyone to hook.
This is where my dear friend Hazel steps to the plate. Now she's a hooker. Of rugs. She also strips.
You know, the wool....strips it into wool worms for hooking.
I know I can come up with a design, the wool and other needed sundries. Then we just set a class date, get things together and ready and just like magic we're teaching a Rug Hooking class.
Sure, just like magic. That's what it was.
I'm not real sure why the magic waited so long to step in but at one point I know that both Hazel and me were begging it to show it's beautiful face.
We, Hazel and me, are somewhat "kindred" in many ways. We love many of the same things.
Early country colonial home decor, wool, gardening, stitching and most importantly our family, friends and of course Dogs.
This might be where I should also add that we're both a bit "fussy" about things. This would include the making of the Rug Hooking Kits.
Mind you, we have both drawn patterns onto cloth before. We have everything we need.
We have the proper cloth, the design properly prepared, light box, marking pen. Everything we need.
With the exception of having our wits about us I'm guessing. For the life of us, Hazel and me, we couldn't put it all together to get pattern to cloth in the manner required. It almost became painful.
That's where the laughter came in, it kept the pain at bay. We tried this. Then we tried that. Then we tried something else and with each try and each failure we laughed a little more.
And then....then the magic showed up. Stepped right in and waved some wits at us. That's when I remembered the transfer pen. I'm sure the looks on both our faces at this moment were priceless.
A simple little transfer pen, the magic lending me the wits to remember it and yup, you guessed it.
Just like magic the patterns went to cloth. Some of the wool was in strips. There was zigzagging to be done, hooks to be sorted, kits to be packed and we, Hazel and me, were out of time.
The moral of this story....no matter how simple things might seem. Nothing is ever just like magic!
Just ask us. Hazel and me.
I did mention that we were both a bit fussy about things...
Just a peek at how neat we left everything. Persnickety are we. Hazel and me.
UPDATE just in. The kits are complete the mess is deplete.
Not sure about the Butcher and Baker, but
The Rug Hooker Kit Makers are tucking this day filled with sweet memories and magic away in our hearts to revisit with fondness when a smile, a little magic or the thought of a
dear friend is needed.
From the Lane,
Hazel and me
P.S. Rug Hooking Class here on the Lane, Tuesday. Stay tuned!
Friday, January 5, 2018
a strong woman. Kind, loving, giving. Feisty and tough when needed.
Mother of six wonderful children, my husband being one of them. Wayne, but she often called him "Lee" and when she called him "Wayne Lee Mario Joseph", he listened just a bit quicker and more closely. That was the feisty coming out.
A young bride and Mother. A good bride and Mother.
Loved deeply by her husband, her children and their children.
She gave the biggest, tightest hugs you can imagine. Always. Baked the best Swedish rolls and cinnamon rolls..... and the Crepes, oh my. Crocheted the best afghans. Loved her coffee, a good Vodka Gimlet and a sip of Bailey's now and then. How could you not love her.
Treated me like a daughter. Always. Never ended a phone call without an "I love you".
I will cherish the memory of our last visit.
She stood on her frail legs, wrapped me in her arms in a hug so hard that we almost ended up back in the chair together. Her words went something like this.....
"I know when I'm gone my Lee will be in good hands. Take good care of him"
I responded with tears. I walked to the door, turned to smile and give a wave.
"Love you Baby Girl"
A goodbye I will always remember and cherish. Always.
Soar the Heavens Mom
You are loved.
Alice "Ione" Schwalbach
March 1936 ~ January 2018
Daughter, Wife, Mother, GrandMother, Friend
Monday, January 1, 2018
Sunday, December 31, 2017
to begin a new one.
Packing all the "COURAGE" I was able to gain from the old year right inside me to take along the new and un walked paths of 2018.
Walking those paths with a "PURPOSE"
Purpose, "my word" for the New Year.
Have you chosen your word? Or do you think it's silly so don't even give it a thought?
It's amazing how powerful just one word can be. How it makes you rethink an action, undertake and action, calm you, encourage or maybe even put you in your place.
Purpose. I find sometimes I wake up and think I've lost or misplaced mine. I lay in bed at night and wonder what it really is....usually after a bad day. Is my purpose here so friends might use me for their joke material.....is it to cook and clean, do book work, pay bills.
Is my purpose so some will have a subject for the rumor mill, to blame or accuse.
I've given this last paragraph much thought.
Not my purpose any longer, or I will surely work hard at not allowing it to be.
I will be packing all of this and more into a big ole box today, locking it up and throwing away the key. We can't change the past, nor others actions, thoughts and deeds.
We can change how we look at each new day and live with a
A purpose to do good things and pass those along to others.
In 2018 I will work on living a life of Purpose
Purpose I choose
Thinking that bag of Courage I have packed up to take along is going to make finding and keeping my Purpose a whole lot easier.
One simple word might change your outlook on a whole lot of things
Have you got your word for 2018?
Wishing you all a safe and happy New Years Eve......
From the Lane,
Sunday, December 24, 2017
on Christmas Eve most folks are busy scurrying around taking care of last minute shopping,
baking and all that comes with this biggest of holidays.
Many of us along with all of the above, are remembering those who aren't with us to share
the time with family and friends.
Done with all my scurrying, I sit here with a cup of coffee.
Taking a short break before I get myself ready for my clan to arrive.
Thoughts go to those who won't be with us, the list is too long, and my mind goes to the one I miss...
Most of All.
The one who always decked the house out to the hilt, inside and out. The bigger the tree the better, even if more lights were needed than last year or it had to be "wired" to the window sill to keep it upright and sturdy. Like the one we had to tie to the top of the old Pontiac Tempest Station Wagon that year to get it home because it wouldn't fit inside and leave room for my brother and me.
And outside....oh my. The kids use to kid about following the glow in the sky to get to the house.
The one who loved everything about Christmas, no matter how much more work it involved, who waited for that last paycheck to be able to run out and be sure that the kids got new snow saucers or whatever he felt might bring a smile to the faces of all.
The one who loved to have everyone gather together, even if it meant twenty plus family members stuffed in every nook and cranny of the brand new single wide home moved into after selling the big farmhouse. The one who said it made it like home.
He was right, as he most always was. We have photos of us that year, taking naps after dinner.
We look like a bunch of sausages all laid out on that living room floor.
Didn't matter, we were together.
So many memories I could continue to share. Happy mostly, mixed in with a few sad.
The one who said what made him the maddest about being sick was seeing how it hurt us.
The one who drove through blinding lake snow to fetch a grand daughter home for Christmas.
The one who could play Rummicube for hours on end, who loved to go to the Grocery, eat, cook and would drop everything at a moments notice if help was needed.
The glue of our somewhat patched together family. Just goes to show that sometimes patched is better than like new....or at least that's how I look at it.
The one who gifted me with this sweet antique Santa that makes me smile and warms my heart each time I see it.
I also get a little heartache each time at the thought of a life gone too soon at 62
The one who taught us the love of Christmas
Miss you Dad...
Most of All
Thursday, December 21, 2017
Just a quick note to share the link that I totally forgot to include in my last post.
Many have asked for a peek at the Lane House decked out for the Holidays.....
A simple, country, colonial style is what I've tried to achieve.
I hope you'll stop by for a visit and also that you'll feel right at home.
Wednesday, December 20, 2017
of Christmas and Kindness....
Children and Dogs
of Miracles and Prayers....
Good Deeds and Caring
of Faith and Courage....
Family and Friends
I Believe in the Magic of
All Things Good
My Christmas wish is for All to Believe in the Magic....
The Magic of All Things Good
Imagine the Possibilities
May Your Christmas be Merry and Bright......
From the Lane,
Wayne, Sharon, Sophie, Ivy & Isabelle
Sunday, November 19, 2017
A gathering of simple country treasures ~
Come gather wonderful goods to cozy up your home for Christmas and Everyday
Handmade offerings of ornaments galore, fresh and faux greens
Antiques, big and small
Wonderful Folk Art creations from Barbara Young and Marlene Dusbiber and even a few from
Our Cellar Studio is stocked with wonderful wools, fabrics, notions, patterns and kits and we also have the new Punch Needle & Primitive Stitcher magazine available....
"HollyDove" is a featured design is this issue from right here on the Lane!
So much to share with you....
Come out for a relaxing day in the Country....
A cup of hot mulled cider, served with a side of friendship and laughter,
a dash of inspiration and a pinch of holiday cheer to start the season out right!
We hope you are able to join us....
From the Lane,
Tuesday, October 31, 2017
and of course the Girls in the mix.
The start of our day appeared as it was going to be normal. Up and out to the garage to feed all the Girls, me back in for coffee while they eat, a quick walk down the Lane and around the Farm....
and so on.
Let's see, the normal stopped halfway into filling the Girls bowls with a ruckus of some sort at the bottom of the Cellar steps. Isabelle shoots like a lightning bolt down the steps, my first notion that the "normal" was shifting, not sure how much of a shift just yet but sure I would find out soon.
That's when Hairy came flying out of the stairwell, dipping and diving around the garage with Isabelle in hot pursuit. After their initial shock the Girls realize there is something after their Mom. It may have been because their Mom was ducking and dodging Hairy as he franticly tried to escape Isabelle the Murderous B. Yes, the B stands for what you are most likely thinking. She was lovingly given that name years ago by April....and a deserved name indeed. Anyway.... The Girls are running around the garage in search of what the cause of all this commotion is and what must be an enormous threat to the life of their person. They are protective.
Hairy finally finds a safe perch on Mondo, one of Big Pops whitetail mounts. My first thought is he will start feeling too much at home and try to peck bugs from Mondo's hide. There are none there but you know, instinct. Mondo is Big Pops pride and joy and I know I can't let this happen so I get the broom and shoo him away from his perch. More dipping, diving, ducking and dodging to follow...Isabelle in pursuit and the Girls barking in their efforts to save me from Hairy.
I manage to get both big garage doors, and people doors open to the outdoors. I catch Isabelle and secure her in the Carriage House, the Girls in the house. I decide I need to get dressed before I attempt the capture and release. I surely wouldn't want UPS Tommy or the FedEx truck to pull in and find the red-haired, pajama clad, muck boot wearing, broom bearing lady of the Lane frantically swooping through the garage.....on Halloween no less. Or heaven forbid my Emma to arrive and witness it all and feel it her duty to call her Dad to tell him that maybe, just maybe there might be a crack in her Gma's mental state, so.....
Dressed with broom in hand if needed, I peek into the garage. Hairy is perched on the garage door tracks. He seems to be fine, minus more than a few feathers and probably still scared to bits, but physically okay I think.
I really don't want to use the broom to nudge him and scare him more so I open a new packet of suet and sit it on the top of my Blazer which is just beneath him. I quietly go back into the house in hopes he will be attracted by the suet and once down to it will see he can just fly free.
It worked. I checked about a half hour later and Hairy had left the garage. Mondo was intact.
The Girls saved me from harm. Isabelle? Isabelle is naughty.
The first hour of my day spent corralling a woodpecker in my garage.
What would life be without such an adventure every now and then. I know it wouldn't be
Life on the Lane, so I wouldn't want it any other way!
Wishing you all a wonderful adventure for your day....
a Happy Halloween and a great rest of your week!
Working on the schedule for classes here in the Cellar Studio for next year. If you have an interest in joining a regular group, a single class or an Open Studio Day, shoot me an email to be added to the list of those I send info to. We would love to have you join us.
Just never know what kind of adventure might be in store for you here at YDL!
Take good care,
sharing the words of a husband and father These words, handwritten on a simple piece of paper Words of love and devotion to his Wife ...
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