Wednesday, April 10, 2013

Digging out from under neglected household chores!

I had some surgery March 2nd and the whole month of March and now ten days into April have been down time for me.  Recovery seems slow but I can tell I'm making progress.  

In the meantime...  It is amazing how many small household chores get neglected that one does on a regular basis such as cleaning the fridge, especially if something doesn't get done for six weeks or possibly more.  I  took on that task this morning and had to toss some questionable foods that had been there way too long.  I wiped down the glass shelves were all smeared up and it looks at least sanitary again.

Cat hair accumulates on our bed and couches.  I let it go for quite a while after I returned from the hospital but finally broke down and vacuumed it off after I felt good enough to tackle doing it.  After a week, it is absolutely necessary to tackle cat hair.  And, especially if company comes, I like to at least have the couch cleaned off so they can sit down hair free.

Normally it doesn't seem like much of a problem to keep up on little things that need to be done like filling salt and pepper shakers, doling out our daily vitamins, making bread in the bread machine, mixing up orange juice from frozen concentrate, cleaning and chopping up celery before it goes limp, keeping up with watering houseplants, bringing up various foods from the storage room in the basement, picking sprouts off potatoes, using up leftovers so they don't go to waste, etc.  But a person really notices how important these things are to a smooth-running household when they don't get done.

I am so glad to be getting back to normal and have the luxury of attending to all these details.  It didn't bother me so much when I was first back home and still feeling pretty crummy, but now that I am better, I can't stand living so sloppily!



Saturday, February 23, 2013

Kitty! In memory of "Chicago" (White Sox)

Kitty! By Judy Stahl


On the one hand, Kitty, you're a cat that naps
While you're purring so contentedly curled in my lap.
As you wake from a dream to stretch and yawn,
You meow faintly for the cream that I fetch at dawn.
I feel a paw touch softly upon my cheek,
Like a flash to your bowl, you dash in a streak.

But …
With an ounce of pounce you'll jump on a table
And navigate deftly twixt hot soup and ladle.
While lavishing three last long licks at the butter.
We shout ...NO!!!...
Beneath a chair you slink, as we we fume and mutter
About cat hair...contamination...putting you out for the night!
Oh why can't a cat be trustworthy, honest, and truly contrite?

Monday, October 29, 2012

Applesauce--again!

When I first started this blog, three years ago I was making applesauce--and also in 2011 and 2012.  I have run out of jars, although my daughter-in-law gave me some pickle jars and other jars with those buttons on top that show when the jar is sealed and they work wonderfully for canning.  I also sometimes re-use Ball and Kerr lids but check them carefully to see that they are not bent, rusty, and that the seal is clean and not damaged.  They also work fine despite the dire warnings from the companies who make those lids.  (I suppose they want you to buy new ones.)  

The fragrance of apples when they cook is heavenly.  And so it the smell when they are just sitting in the storeroom in boxes.  I cut off bruises and bad spots, remove the seeds, and cook them in a large kettle until soft, then put them in the blender with peel on and strain them through a strainer to remove any fibrous pieces of the core that are left behind.  When the apples are ripe, the peel gives it a pink color and no sugar is needed.  If I want to make apple slices, I cook them in the microwave, then freeze them.

Perhaps I do have more apples on hand now than we two will ever eat, though.  We are a couple of years behind in eating our canned tomatoes too, but I guess if we have a bad garden year, we will be doing fine.  

As a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints (AKA Mormon) I store food.  We are encouraged to have a year's supply, not of everything we would normally eat, but of staples like dry milk, wheat, rice,dry beans, and other easily stored foods.  I have an electric  wheat grinder and use the wheat for bread baking on a regular basis.  I also have a lot of canned goods and spaghetti plus a lot of frozen foods.  Of course, if the electricity goes out, those things might thaw out.  In the winter, I suppose one could cart things outside as it gets so cold here in North Dakota that they would keep outside.  (There are some advantages to our weather here!)

Apples have fiber, antioxidants, and much more so protect against a variety of ailments.  We eat so many that the doctor should stay far away!  :)




Dresses my Grandma Christensen Made for Me

My mother's mother, my Grandma Bertha Christensen, came from Norway alone at age 24 and was a professional seamstress before she married. Pictured here are three of my favorite dresses she made for me, Judy Stahl, when I was growing up from about 1950-1960. They are somewhat faded but show the artistic eye she had for color and style.

Grandma taught my mother to sew who taught me. I made most of my clothes in high school and sewed a lot for my children. I still sew a little for myself and for my 2 yr.-old granddaughter Tosya and also enjoy making quilts.

I loved these dresses as a child but had no appreciation at that time for the extremely meticulous workmanship she put into them. All the seams were overcast by hand (before zig-zag on sewing machines). The brown dress has a cord at the waist, hand sewn buttonholes, and tiny pink flowers with green leaves embroidered on the collar,skirt, and tie belt.  The tiny pink rick rack on the skirt, collar, and sleeves of the pink dress was sewed on by hand.  A black and white photo of Grandma and me is shown below with me wearing the pink dress.   I wore the dress with the burnt orange cummerbund from junior high into high school as it had a wide hem that could be let down. 



















 

Friday, September 14, 2012

There Should Be No Trash Left Behind!

This past summer I have tried to commit to walking to the City Park every day except Sunday and I have done pretty well except for a couple of weeks when I had some back trouble and another time when I fell and hurt my hand and knee and was laid up for a little while.  

It's about a half hour walk and on my way there is a large visitor's center parking lot.   High School kids cruise up and down Main St. and use it as a meetup place.  It is strewn with litter every morning so I pick up the junk and put it in the nearby dumpster.  I usually take along a plastic grocery bag as there is often enough to fill it up.  This is often the first place tourists visit in town and it's certainly giving them a bad impression unless cleaned up a bit so I have taken it on as a little service project to do on my way. 

It surprises me what one can find left behind from these nightly carousers!  Of course, there is the usual debris, fast food containers, and cans every morning so I pick up the junk and put it in the nearby dumpster.    But then there are items that I find especially disturbing to find on a parking lot in the middle of town.   Large unexploded fireworks, a sports bra,  eight packages of Coricidin Cough and Cold pills, cards advertizing for "girls $45," etc.  I talked to the police about over-the-counter Coricidin and they say it is being used as a recreational drug gives a high without being detectable later.  It's so sad that kids in this small town are engaging in such risky behavior!  

A couple of times I have seen that someone has changed the tire on their car and left the old tire there for someone else to deal with and have left oil containers from when someone changed their oil.  Somehow, this littering is due to a failure of parents to teach basic responsibility.  I know it was instilled into me when I was growing up that it was wrong to throw even a gum wrapper on the ground as only slobs did so because it makes work for others to pick it up.  And even when the dumpster is only ten feet away, apparently some are too lazy to use it!

But, while picking up litter, sometimes a person can find useful things and I fear I am beginning to become somewhat of a scavenger.  Some of it has been in that parking lot and some of it in or along the way to the park.  

So far this summer I have found $4.18.  In one place there was about $2 worth of pennies on the ground!  I scraped them together with my foot and filled up my jacket pocket. I have found such things as a leather cell phone holder, several good pens, two metal water bottles, a retractable dog leash, small stuffed toy dog, a 25 ft. extension cord, a remote control, metal coffee thermos, and two nice copper-bottomed saucepans with lids.  People often put things out on the boulevard for trash day and one day I found a bedside-type table with drawers in pretty good condition.  I came back and got it with the car.

At the City Park I have found some disgusting things which I have disposed of by handling them with a plastic bag--a large fish with the head on lying on a grill by a picnic shelter, dirty disposable diapers on the playground, a smashed watermelon, etc.  Someone dumped a pile of charcoal from a grill on the grass.  I told a park worker who said he would clean it up as I couldn't.

Twice I have found kids' shoes by the playground but left them on a park bench as perhaps someone may retrieve them.  They were gone the next day so they must have.  


And today, of all things, I found an empty bottle of Ensure at the visitor's center parking lot.  So  are the senior citizens partying up there too now?   Soon I'll be finding cast off Denture Creme packages, lost hearing aids, and canes!


Sunday, September 9, 2012

Mom Visits Karst Ranch in 1941

The other day I was scanning some of my mom's old pictures into the computer from before she was married when she and three school teacher friends from Minnesota visited Yellowstone Park in 1941.  They stayed at a dude ranch called Karst Ranch in some log cabins in the mountains.  

I Googled the place to see if it was still in existence.  Sure enough, it's still there, although the name has changed to Karst's Camp.  It is southeast of Bozeman, MT, about halfway between the northeast corner of Yellowstone Park and Bozeman.  

I also found a website of the curator of a museum at Montana State University and sent him a few of the pictures showing the buildings, a walking bridge, and thatched roof building, etc.  I told him that the dates on the back of the pictures seemed to indicate that they visited about the last week in June of 1941.  An email soon returned with a picture of the guestbook for June, 23, 1941, that my mom Anne Christensen and three friends Esther Wachter, and twins Anna, and Cora Neumann had signed!  Imagine their signatures still being preserved there after all these years!

I remember Mom telling me that on that trip it was the first time she had worn slacks.  They did do some horseback riding so suppose slacks were necessary.  The ones they wore had wide baggy legs.  But most of the pictures showed them in their best dresses, hats, and even purses out in the wilds of Montana!  Mom is second from right on a  horse in picture below and in a light-colored (white?) dress on a fence and atop a thatched roof. It must have been difficult to climb up that ladder in a dress!  In this day and age, it does seem comical to see them so dressed up, but back then women wore dresses almost exclusively so I suppose it seemed normal to them.


Some notes on Karst's Camp from online sources:
Karst's Camp was originally a dude ranch that was founded in 1901 by Pete Karst. He was awarded the property because of back pay that the Cooper Tie Company owed him. Karst built a cabin and eventually built twenty-five cabins to accommodate one hundred people. In 1937 he installed a rope tow for use in recreational skiing. Karst's Camp eventually hosted a local bar and brothel for the local miners. Karst operated this resort of sorts for fifty years and eventually retired.

The original cabins are still standing and are occupied today but the ski lift and the camp no longer exists. The mine can still be reached by a short trail that travels up into the hillside behind the camp site. This area was one of Montana's unusual present day mining ventures - an asbestos mine.

Another article:
This genuine Old West ghost town is the remains of one of the region's earliest dude ranches, and features original buildings and the entrance of an old asbestos mine.

Developed by Pete Karst around 1901, the ranch at one time bustled with summer visitors eager to see Yellowstone National Park and the surrounding rugged environs. Karst was given the land as back payment by his employer, the Cooper Tie Company. He first built a cabin for himself followed by a total of 25 guest cabins. Karst later put in a tow rope for skiers – long since vanished – as well as a bar and brothel for the local miners.

At its peak, Karst's ranch saw up to 600 summer visitors. Today, only a few of the old cabins remain surrounded by a modern-day subdivision, but access is easy to this beautiful canyon in the Gallatin Mountains. Visitors can take a peek at a few of the original cabins, enjoy a short hike up to the old mine, and imagine the rugged conditions both residents and tourists must have had to endure to appreciate Yellowstone Country 100 years ago.

Location/Directions
Located between Bozeman and Yellowstone National Park, near Big Sky on Highway 191. Call the Big Sky Chamber of Commerce at (406) 995-3000 or (800) 943-4111 for more information.

Hours/Seasons
Accessible year-round, but it's easiest to visit in the summer.

Fees/Costs
Free

Another source:
Directions: Karst's Camp is located in the south central area of Montana. It is between Bozeman and Yellowstone National Park, near Big Sky on Highway 191. Although currently home to residential and commercial cabins, Karst's Camp is the original location of the old mining camp.
Karst's Camp
Big Sky Chamber of Commerce, Big Sky, MT 59716

Wednesday, May 30, 2012

Summertime--and the livin' is busy!

I always think of that commercial in which people are depicted on a hot lazy summer day lying in a hammock sipping an icy glass of lemonade.  But summer has officially begun and there's not going to be much lazy lemonade sipping!  Here in ND everything possible must be done in summer when the weather and time off from one's job allows.  We forget that summer months are the same length as those of other times of the year but we must pack it all in.

We are having a bathroom built in the basement right now.  The plumber is down the basement shoveling some dirt.  He had to use a jack hammer to break up some cement to find some sewer pipe under the basement floor.    It seems that he found more pipe that must be replaced and more jack hammering must be done--but this can be done later as we would have to move BOTH of the freezers for him to do it.  The whole business is so dirty.  Dirt is tracked up and down the stairs.  I guess there is no use cleaning it up until he is done.  

At the same time, Duane has put up sheet rock in the third bedroom upstairs and I have started the plastering of seams.  The garden is starting to grow and is needing attention.  Recent rains have caused the lawn to need mowing.  In a few days we will be going to see our kids.  I'm struggling to get over a cold by then.

Actually I do remember lemonade summers.  We did lie in a hammock and drink lemonade (at least a few times) when growing up during the summers at the lake in Minnesota.  Actually, a lot of the time, as kids, it seemed as if there was "nothing to do" and most of our time was spent fighting boredom.   I wouldn't want to go back to those days--oh, maybe for a day or so--but do enjoy having plenty to do.