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Happy St. Paddy’s Day

A good portion of my ancestors came over to the USA several years ago. I never met them but am certainly a product of them. I love Celtic music and scenery and accents and much more.

For fun, a few years ago, I posted my “made-up” Irish blessings. They are more like “My Blessings” and pure silliness. Some thought they were real – shows they didn’t really read them ūüėČ

Enjoy!

“May the wee bairns of the loch be ever with you
and may the wee folk of the clover
never darken the doors of your emerald hut”

“May the cry of the banshee never drift across the waters
and darken the gates of your shamrock garden”

“May the potatoes of your field forever fill your bellies
and may your grains produce much stout”

“May the lucky stars and rainbow marshmallows
forever fall into your pot o’ gold each mornin'”

Let’s sing all our troubles away and enjoy this day!¬†

Cate B

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Sun and Fun

I’ve been enjoying the “off season” of Florida. ¬†It’s hot and humid and wonderful. ¬†Here are a few snippets…….

Enjoy!

cate b

Around the Burg

Yesterday I met up with a friend who owns some beautiful horses.  We went to meet them.  These horses get to roam around and munch on fresh grass and hay and run.  They have a great shelter and barn when the weather gets rough.  They are very happy horses.  The stallion was so calm and sweet.  He amazed me.

I am sorry for the photo quality – camera batteries died so iPhone was it.

Enjoy!

 

cate b ūüėÄ

Truck Vendors – My Memories of The Jersey Shore

We had moved to The Jersey Shore in the mid-1950’s. ¬†Our neighborhood was simple ranch houses and barely any trees. ¬†The land use to be an apple orchard – from what I remember. ¬†We had two tiny crab apple trees in the backyard- maybe they were leftovers??

The neighbor across the street and about 3 houses down had a very large apple tree in their front yard.  They would hand out baskets of apples each year to the neighbors.  They were the kindest people.  In the winter the father would attach the snow plow to his truck and do our driveway.

I remember my older brother laying in the living room window with a flashlight and sending morse code to their son.  It just excited me to no end.

One of the fun things that would happen on our street in the summer were the vendors.  We had the year round milk man and the bread man deliveries.  I remember my mom staying up to watch Johnny Carson and grabbing the milk at about one in the morning from the milk box at the back door to prevent it from freezing.

I have early memories of two unique vending trucks. ¬†One was a produce man who drove around the neighborhood with awnings on the back of his truck and a variety of fruit and vegetables to choose from. ¬†This image isn’t the exact truck – but you get the idea. ¬†I think this one is older.

Produce for Sale!

Produce for Sale!

The next guy was quite unique.  We would hear a loud bell ringing and run and tell mom that the knife sharpener was coming!  That was a fascination to me.  I could use one of them now.

Knife Sharpener

Knife Sharpener

The best and the one that lasted the longest was the Ice Cream Man.  We had two brands that came around. Carnival and Good Humor.  We loved the Good Humor truck the best and was disappointed when only the Carnival truck was seen that day.

Carnival Ice Cream

Carnival Ice Cream

Good Humor Ice Cream

Good Humor Ice Cream

I loved the gentle sound of the bells ringing (not like todays annoying “songs” playing over and over). ¬†I loved the change thingy on his belt. ¬†And I loved the sky blue popsicles and the lime ones!

Seems we never had to go anywhere to get treats.  Right to your door.

There were two things we did not like coming to our door or down our street. ¬†One was the local farmer’s bull that seemed to get out now and then and pick our street to take a stroll. ¬†I remember – not sure it really happened this way – but in my active mind I remember standing at the screen door with my brother and watching the bull coming down the street. ¬†My brother was holding a box of Sugar Pops Cereal and began to shake it. ¬†The bull turned and started to come toward our door only to be thwarted by our mom who promptly slammed the door shut. ¬†Shortly after that the farmer was seen escorting his bull back up the street and home to greener pastures.

The second and most dreaded truck to be heard coming was the Mosquito Killing Truck! ¬†No warning. ¬†Just a sound of a motor and our mom yelling, “SHUT THE WINDOWS! ¬†SHUT THE WINDOWS AND GET IN THE HOUSE!”

DDT

DDT

I can remember a cousin of mine – when we visited his family’s summer home – riding his bike behind the truck and getting covered with that stuff. ¬†He is still alive today, thank goodness. ¬†They no long do this type of spraying, I believe. ¬†Where we last lived at the shore they would spray the storm drains and that did the trick.

Memories of simpler times and neighbors coming out their houses, saying hello, and catching up with the latest family news or gossip.  I have good neighbors now but no one talks to each other.  Just a wave and a hello and we all go our separate ways.  I do know that if I needed them or they needed me we would help each other.  At least that much still exists.

Enjoy!

cate b

 

 

Gnomes, Take Heed!

A while ago I wrote about Garden Gnomes………

You can read that post here: Liberate the Gnomes

Since then I receive hand made greeting cards from a daughter where gnomes are plastered over a good piece of card stock. ¬†It’s all in good humor.

The other day she text me a photo. ¬†It is now my favorite of all time. ¬†If you aren’t going to “Liberate Your Gnomes” then this may need to happen:

Ha!

Ha!

Enjoy!

cate b

 

It’s Summertime!!! – My Memories of The Jersey Shore

I decided to take you all on a journey of my summer adventures and memories from an older gal who was born in the early 1950’s. ¬†Are you ready?

I was born in the northern part of New Jersey, USA to two parents and an older brother by three years.  I do not remember that town or house because we moved when I was toddling to what Jersey-ites refer to as РThe Shore.

We moved into a starter neighborhood Рsmall and simple ranch style homes for those just starting out in the world of home ownership.  I wonder if my mom thought she would spend the rest of her life in that home and neighborhood.

It was a great place to grow up.  Neighbors were friendly and life was simple.  Unfortunately for us, we experienced a tragedy when I was four-ish.  My dad had been ill and passed away that summer.  The photos I have prior to his death were all smiles and good times.  After, such sad faces.  It was hard on my brothers and I (we had a little brother after moving to this home, four years younger than me) and of course, my mom.  She found herself widowed very young and with three children and no close family near by.

But prior to the sadness, summers were awesome. ¬†As I said before, I was quite young and memories of the beginnings of this new neighborhood were by photos and some in my own head. ¬†I remember everyone talking about a mustard colored house. ¬†French’s color of mustard. ¬†It was closer to the shore and I know we had a small boat that we would take out crabbing while staying in that little house.¬† I do remember being clothed in a life jacket and sitting in the boat with a basket or two and being told to, “Wave to the mustard colored house” as we sped by. ¬†I remember bringing crabs back and mom having a pot of water hot and ready to toss them in. Yum

Life went on. ¬†Summer time meant that my older brother and I got to go across the street and slip into the woods behind our friend’s house. ¬†The Woods! Oh how I loved to play there. ¬†There was a creek that meandered through and was shallow enough to wade in the cool clear waters. ¬†I remember trails and trees that became my home away from home. ¬†I remember going through to the other side and coming out in tall grass that was named – “The Parkway Grass”. ¬†It got it’s name because it ran along a small hill aside the Garden State Parkway (a toll road that ran the length of New Jersey). ¬†There we could sit in the grass and not be seen. ¬†There we could run and trip on a rock that was actually a box turtle that we always took home to feed and cared for. ¬†Poor turtles.

I can still clearly picture The Woods in my mind.  One of the best things about it was that we rarely ran into another person.  I remember only once seeing a man walking on our trails in our Woods!  My mom had no reason to worry about us being in there all day.  Year after year.  We came running when we heard her clapping her hands for us to come home.

So, this weekend is known as Memorial Day Weekend.  Memorial Day falls on Monday Рalways the last full weekend in May.  It is a day to honor and remember those who served and are serving in our Armed Forces.  But it also marks the official opening of SUMMER!  Pools open, beaches open, sales happen!  Barbecues are fired up.  Ahh.  Summer.

Once I started school¬†my life revolved around summer vacations. ¬†We were out of school from sometime in June until early September. ¬†Beach time, woods time, baseball in the backyard and cookouts and s’mores!

As I grew and became a parent, again my year schedule revolved around summer vacation.  Four kids later and then some in college Рsummer vacation. Living in a tourist, beach town Рsummer vacation.  And now, watching grand daughters while parents go to Universitysummer vacation!  I love it.

I will end this segment here.  Next time I want to talk about the traditions of dress codes drilled into my northeastern upbringing that took me a very long time to break.

Until then, enjoy your first weekend of summer.  And PLEASE do remember our servicemen and women, those before and those now.  I am grateful to them for protecting our nation and serving us and sacrificing so well.

Here is my mom and my brother and me – the cute little one – on the beach prior to our move there.

Beach Time

Beach Time

Enjoy!

cate b

 

SPAM ALERT!

Today is one day over the half way mark for the NaBloPoMo blog for thirty days challenge. ¬†I haven’t missed a day. ¬†I am amazed – at myself. ¬†I stopped posting these blogs to their website because sometimes the blog wouldn’t load up completely on their page. ¬†Therefore, they probably don’t even know I’m still in. ¬†Perhaps I’ll post this one one their page.

SPAM! ¬†I’m having a rough day so I decided to lighten my self up. ¬†I grew up with a product called SPAM. ¬†Weird and only tolerable and not half bad when sizzled in a frying pan with butter. ¬†When we visited friends in Kauai we were offered “SPAM Sushi” – I thought , why not? ¬†I bit into that seaweed wrapped rice and SPAM and I admit the first bite wasn’t too bad. ¬†Brought me back to childhood. ¬†But the second bite – bit me! ¬†No more.

I think SPAM was a leftover of World War II or something.  You can see it mentioned in the Adam Sandler Movie, Fifty First Dates.

 

spamspam_can

I think everyone needs to experience it once Рgo ahead.   http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spam_(food)

And for your Silly Saturday enjoyment I even found a song by Weird Al Yankovic http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/%22Weird_Al%22_Yankovic   Yes, I happen to enjoy Weird Al!

 

 

Enjoy!

cate b