Archive for February 2008


February 26, 2008

rabbit-hunters-11.jpgToday was such a nice day, the work at home caught up, so I decided to go with hubby as he took his young dogs out for a training session. I’ve been before so I knew what to put on. One thing for sure that you have to wear is a pair of sturdy (preferably waterproof) boots. Your poor feet will take a licking if you wear any thing else, trust me. Next you put on your chaps. The ones I have will protect your legs from the thorn  patch. Boy those thorns can hurt! And last but certainly not least–your camouflage jacket. Take up your ski walking stick and your ready.rabbit-hunters-8.jpgThink I can win a beauty contest??!! HA HA!! Load up the young gun dogs and your ready. I  chuckle every time I watch the dogs when they are turned loose. They are so excited that they jump off the tailgate in one leap and tear around the ground playing, marking territory, then it’s off to explore. Since these are young dogs 1-3 years old, hubby has to show them what he wants them to do and how to do it. “Come on here find him, gettta him now go!” I hope I don’t have to call the dogs because the language and sounds hubby uses are , —- just different. But it is so amazing the dogs know exactly what he is saying and what he wants. While hubby uses his ski stick to thrash the thorn patch the dogs nosey around smelling until -bang I got it!, Beaver says!

rabbit-hunters-10.jpgIt’s right here! Come on lets go!!!

rabbit-hunters-6.jpgOne two three, all in a line noses down.  Then all of a sudden, they hit a track, Oh boy a harking we all go!!! It is something to hear these dogs hark a trail. You can pick out which one is leading and which one is saying”I’m coming, I smell it too. Off they go into the thick of it. We stand there and listen to them take off. After a while if you stand very still on the path, you will get a glimpse of the rabbit as he crosses the path ahead of the dogs. Then here they come hot on the trail. Of course with young gun dogs you don’t always know what they are going to do next. Will they go off scent onto another, (like a cat? that happened one day) or will one decide that the thorns really are no fun to run in, “I think I better go around them!” But then being the friendly dogs they are one will invariably come back to hubby and sit at his feet just to make sure he needs her protection! “I think I will stay here with you and protect you from the critters here in this big forest”!

rabbit-hunters-4.jpgThis is Dottie. She is a very muscular dog and she loves to hunt. When she grows up she will be a  good one. But right now she wants our attention.

After about 2 hours of running (they jumped 2 different rabbits and ran them all over the   training area). Hubby could see that they were tired, so he called them in to load up. Now they come running out and circle him talking and smelling among themselves. I can just imagine what they are talking about! “Did ya see that big one I flushed out Beaver?” said Lucy. “Yeah but what about that big momma that I found!” replied Beaver. “She was bigger than that little one you found!” ” Hey wait a minute I helped!” cried Dottie. And so it goes on. “Come on load up lets go to the truck , now walk with me!” This is a pretty sight, hubby walking back to the truck and the “kids” following after him. Look Ma no leases.

rabbit-hunters-3.jpgLoading is easy too, because these young kids are tired and ready to go home. “Me first, please Jerry”> Ahhhh going home, ah ah!!!

rabbit-hunters-2.jpg  “Wait a minute now, just wait a dog gone minute now, you didn’t say anything about cutting toenails when we got home, you said I could eat and take a nap!!! I don’t wanna, bawaaaaaa!!!

rabbit-hunters-1.jpg So ends our adventure for today, but there is always another day!



February 9, 2008

The latest adventures of our world! For a while now I have been compiling my genealogy profile of my family. I’ve uncovered quite allot of info and have put it in a file. I just put it away and then come back to it occasionally. I have been curious about hubby’s family and have started to hunt down his ancestors. This has been quite interesting. His family has been in this hometown forever and it was fairly easy to trace down some of his family. I took a trip to the Delaware archive building and hit paydirt. The information and the old papers that they have there are a treasure trove! I found his great-great grandfather’s auction after his early death. It seems that all he owned had to be sold to pay off his debts. His poor widow must have been beside herself! Imagine being a young widow and a pregnant one at that, and having to give up everything she had! And to make matters worse, to watch the selling of her things. My heart broke when I read this!  But I also found their wedding “bond” from 1860. It was really awesome to see the real thing this old! She remarried the following months to a gentleman that I think took pity on her; they married and he raised her son, Their marriage “bond” was in there too. As far as hubby can recant, they lived a generous life. Now we know where she is buried. She was buried next to her first husband,(father to her son). But we have never found where her second was buried. I found in the archives that he is buried somewhere 1 mile west of town. Well that could be anywhere west. We have been looking all around the neighborhood for all the old graveyards. Just when we think we have found him, it turns out to be a bust. Then someone told us of an old gravesite in the woods west of town, that would put him within walking, or horseback from where we think he lived.

How I pestered hubby to go search. OK, he said, but we have to wait until cold weather, because YOU don’t like snakes, and I don’t want ticks! OK, OK. Well it was time, and Monday was a beautiful day for winter so off we went. The forest is just great this time of the year, It’s quiet and you can see far. We took our ski poles and started in. “Look Sue, you see that over in the briar’s, look low to the ground, see them!”  Oh my, there they are!

grave_markers.jpgWalking up to them, I was struck how regal they were standing there. Still there from the 18hundreds. You can still read the writing on them and the foot-stones were intact too. Sadly they were not the ones we were looking for. We took our ski poles and started plogging around trying to find an overturned stone or marker. As we were doing this hubby uncovered a small group of daffodils coming up out of the ground. We noticed a pattern here and when we stood back and looked closely we could see the imaginary line of graves. It makes sense that the flowers were planted at the headstone many years ago and were still coming up. What a revelation!

grave_plots2.jpgWe spent the better part of the afternoon looking for his grave, but if it is there the stone is long gone. How sad. Looking around at the high ground I can see why they chose this spot, it was close to town, peaceful and have never been disturbed. We stood there and both were in thought about the people buried here, who were they, how did they get here, where are their families?

jerry.jpgWell Sue, I guess it wasn’t meant for us to find him today.” “I guess not, but we will still be on the hunt, someday we will come across it.”  We left that little grave plot as we found it, saying good bye  and God bless this little plot.


February 2, 2008

Ahhh, finally Saturday is here. It is the one day of the week that I look forward to.(Now mind you I love Sunday, Monday, Tuesday too!) This is usually the day for myself, especially if fox hunting is going on full throttle. Hubby leaves early and then the morning is mine! Yeah!  No cleaning, or any of that routine ugly stuff, that can wait til Monday. This is the day that I get looking through my cookbooks, recipes, and my grandmother’s recipe file box. When Granny passed away a few years ago, the first thing I asked Mom for were her file boxes and recipe cards. I remember when we went to her house for Sunday dinners, she had one of the old refrigerators. Te long silver handle that you pull down to open. The freezer part was just big enough to get your hand in;(if it had been defrosted lately). On top of the fridge was where she kept her recipes. Some might be in file boxes, some in cookbooks, but most were taped to the cupboards or stuck around the fridge. I used to love looking at them. Her file box is full of recipes that she got from old friends and she always wrote little notes in the corners. I guess this is where I got my love of cooking and recipes. I find myself wanting to try something I saw in a mag. or one that someone told me about. Most of the time I will date the recipe with the date that I made it, and if it was good or not. Some of my cookbooks I write the date and then if it was a snow day I will write how many inches etc.      It’s in the genes I guess. On Sunday we would go to Granny’s for dinner.

. We had no idea what she would have, you would just have to peek under the lids of the boiling pots. (Be very, very careful peeking; if you are open to eating different foods you will be ok. But if not it sometimes would scare the beejeebees out of you!)  One time my sister-in-law and I were doing the peeking. There was a big pot boiling on the stove that smelled wonderful. We just couldn’t resist it. We gently and quietly lifted the lid to take a whiff or a taste, when we got the surprise of our lives! There in living color were chicken feet happily bubbling in the broth. They literally looked like they were alive! Slam down went the lid; and we went scurrying out the back door. “Did you see that Sue?” she screamed! My God yeah! What are we going to do? “I can’t eat THAT STUFF!”

When we looked around there were Granny, and my dad laughing their heads off! Poor Granny took pity on us and said;”Girls they aren’t for you all, they are for you dad, but you really should try them they make great gravy for the dumplings!”  Oh my God shes making dumpling out of chicken feet broth! As I look back on those time, I find myself chuckling. They were definitely the good times of life. I loved going to her house and we always looked forward to going to dinner. But always, always look in the pot first!!!  And always ask if that is a  roast beef on the table, and please be specific, a hind roast, a shoulder roast not beef tongue.  But that one is a different story to be told.

blog_pic_028.jpgThis is my granny a few years before she died. She was my best friend, the very best grandmother anybody could have. I was always welcomed to her house and was often there for the weekend, sleeping in her big ole feather bed. I often called her just to check in and gab. It is so funny now that I have married and have moved to her hometown. I just wish she were still here, because I would be running over to her house with my questions on cooking. “Granny how come it’s so hard to flip a pineapple unsidedown cake? I just can’t get it right!”