Tales from the Tile-less House

Tales from the Tile-less House

Week  four and we are still camping amid the mess.  Chase rolled the refrigerator into the almost finished utility room, which means that every time I need something out of it, of course I walk right back into the kitchen where it is supposed to be, thanks...
The Joys of Remodeling…Not.

The Joys of Remodeling…Not.

Well, we are into week three of the grand remodeling project, and it’s just a joy to experience. We have managed to either overlook or otherwise track the dust and crud we didn’t catch in the drop cloths or sweep up from scraping the popcorn finish off the ceilings...
E.T. Ford Celebrates 90 Years

E.T. Ford Celebrates 90 Years

Thirty years ago when we moved to Muleshoe we bought land for our house from E.T. Ford. On January First  E.T. celebrated his 90th birthday. He was actually born at 2 pm on January 2, 1921, five miles northeast of Boyd, Texas, but New Year’s Day seemed a fitting day...

Doing the Dishes is a Lost Art

If you read last week, you know we are having some remodeling done to our house. I packed all the wrong things, like a pie pan I use to make cornbread to go with the black-eyed peas we Southerners traditionally eat for good luck on New Year’s Day. So I will just...
Keepsakes from the Past

Keepsakes from the Past

Monday after Christmas I received a box from Mother and Daddy’s longtime neighbor, Marge Beard. Tucked neatly into the box were six crocheted glass cozies and a letter. She wrote: “You won’t receive this before Christmas as I am enclosing it in a box I have been...
Fancy Christmas Balls

Fancy Christmas Balls

There was a time in the recent past, defined here as my teenage years, when elaborate sequin and bead-decorated Styrofoam balls were all the rage for Christmas ornaments. Mother and I thought they were pretty and decided to make some. She dug out remnants of pretty...