Archive for September, 2009

Animal Crackers

A Poem by Christopher Morley

Animal crackers and cocoa to drink, That is the finest of suppers I think.              When I grow up and can have what I please, I think I shall always insist upon these.

The kitchen’s the coziest place that I know; the kettle is singing, the stove’s aglow, And there in the twilight, how jolly to see the cocoa and animals waiting for me.

Hot cocoa is a good way to get one’s daily ration of chocolate, but unlike Mr. Morley, I would prefer a donut with mine.  In the little town of Quanah, TX  there is a small donut shop that is open early each morning with donuts made on the spot.  The owner makes them herself, and they are so good that she sells out early, every day. If you do not get there before 10 A.M., or sometimes sooner. it’s too late. As soon as they are gone she closes.SANY0343

We are always hearing that we should support our local businesses, and it is true that we should. This is one that you will love supporting. Any one who happens to pass by on highway 287, the main route from Dallas to Denver, early in the morning, watch for the little roadside donut shop called Carol Lee’s Donuts and stop in for a real treat.

I have decided it’s a good thing I live miles away. If Carol Lee Donuts was any closer I would be in big trouble,  weight trouble, Huge trouble.

okiewife, who loves donuts and hot cocoa


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Pinball Wizard

Those of us old enough to have lived through the 70’s remember the pinball machines that were standard in nearly every restaurant and many other places of business. Winning the free games was the ambition of most young men (and some older men and girls, too.)

David was no different. He loved playing the pinball games and got very good at it.

In the early 70’s, before he enlisted in the Army, he worked at St. Francis Hospital in Peoria in the laundry for a few months. Every morning on the way to work he would stop at a small cafe for breakfast, and you guessed it! there was a pinball machine. But he didn’t get to play because there was a group of 4 or 5 retired gentlemen who were there before him, and they played every day.

One morning David decided to get up earlier to see if by chance he could play a game or 2 before work. He went in and no one was at the pinball machine yet. He started playing (and winning) as the older fellows were arriving, and by the time he had racked up 25 free games it was time for him to go to work. He told them to divide up his free games among themselves since he had to go.

The next morning when he stopped for breakfast, the same gentlemen were standing by the pinball machine waiting for him, and payed for his first game. He always won several free games for them to play when he left.

Now if anyone wants to play pinball, it is right there on the computer. Just not the same, is it?

Reminiscing about the good ol’ days,
Grandma in the yellow house

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>more redneck tales


Last Sunday Michael took my 2 great-granddaughters to the river, (Red) to play in the mud. They are both teen-agers now and you would think they would have out grown this tendency by now. But it hasn’t happened yet. This is Harley, 13, and her cousin Dakota, after an afternoon of playing in the mud.

The Red River is mostly dry and sandy, with a narrow, shallow stream of water meandering down it. The only time it actually looks like a river is after a very heavy rainfall upstream. It can get bank full and very swift running for awhile, but then goes down as rapidly as it arose. The problem is that there are also patches of quicksand, and if one does not know where they are it is easy to get into bad trouble. Not long ago some people were riding 4-wheeler atvs, dirt bikes, and pickup trucks on the river bed, and 2 trucks hit a patch of quicksand. Down they went! They managed to get chains hooked to one and pull it out, but the other is still there with 8 or 10 inches of one corner of the cab sticking up from the sand.
This is totally a redneck pastime. The evidence continues to emerge. I do not make these things up, just report them.
Still here as a witness,
Grandma in the yellow house

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>Hope you like my addition of the fish tank. Feel free to feed them, they never get too much.
Something fishy here
Grandma in the yellow house

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Remember the Teenyboppers?

They are alive and well, living under a new name probably. These are the 12 to 14 age group of girls, who love makeup, wild fashions, and giggling.

I went to the mobile library (aka bookmobile) last week and as I was leaving 3 of these young ladies were arriving. Two went on in but one stayed out on the sidewalk. At first I thought she had knee socks to match her sneakers, but they were laced all the way up. A closer look revealed they were not socks, but extremely high topped sneakers. I asked if I could take a picture of her shoes, and she agreed, so here is the latest fad among the very young.

This is the first time I have seen shoes like these, but I would be willing to bet it won’t be the last.

Grandma in the yellow house, who is not surprised by anything fashion-wise

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Sneaky toaster

David tells the story of the time he “repaired” their toaster. Chris and Jessica were small, so he pulled lots of entertaining stunts for them.

The toaster had stopped popping up the toast when it was done so he decided to fix it since they could not really afford to replace it. But he put in a slightly larger and stronger spring instead of the same size as the original. When they were seated at the table he whispered to the kids to watch the toaster when their Mom made the toast, so they were both watching with deep concentration.

Mom noticed of course, and wanted to know what they were doing. They didn’t know, just that they were supposed to watch the toaster.

When the toast popped up, it went all the way to the ceiling, Mom screeched, and both kids started laughing hysterically. Of course David pretended innocence, like nothing unusual had happened. Of course, nothing had. That was a normal occurance for the “mad evil genius.”

Just one more memory from the yellow house and the grandma who lives there.

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Recumbent Traveler

Meeting interesting people is not hard. Just go to the grocery store. That’s what I did yesterday, in Quanah, Texas. As I was leaving, a man pulled into the parking space in front of me on a recumbent bike (trike?) and chained it to the post there. I stopped and looked, then asked if he would mind if I took a picture of it. He graciously said to go ahead. We talked a little about it and I learned it is a three wheeled vehicle, and has 81 gears, which I found amazing.

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 He tows a small canvas covered trailer behind.

He said that he calls it his recumbent lawn chair. I do admit it looks very comfortable.

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During the conversation the gentleman said he had traveled from Carlsbad, New Mexico and I wish I had thought to ask how long the trip had taken. He is on his way to visit family friends in NE Arkansas and plans to travel route 70 across southern Oklahoma. I wished him good luck on his journey, and thought to myself what an incredible  trip he is making!

No, it is not necessary to go far to find interesting people. Just keep your eyes open and allow your natural curiousity to surface.

okiewife, who loves traveling

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