IT’S FATHERS DAY! I am sure everyone is celebrating this special day. It is a wonderful thing to be a father. Of course, I don’t care who you talk to, “theirs is the best father in the world”! I don’t know why but Father’s Day really makes me sad. I must admit I was my father’s favorite and there are no words to express what I felt for him. Just like everyone else, I miss him. Big time!

Yes, he was just like any other Dad. He went to work every day and of course came home every night. We lived in the country and most of the Dad’s farmed for a living but we had a garden every year just for eating. My Dad did not like gardening at all. We didn’t have a fancy tractor to turn the garden, we had Old Jake! Jake had four legs and he was a stubborn old mule. But he was the pride and joy of my Dad’s Father. Yep, my Grand Father. I almost have too many Fathers in this story.

Every spring my Dad would go get old Jake and start to turn our garden but this particular day, Jake wasn’t in a good frame of mind. He just wouldn’t go forward and when he did he wouldn’t go straight. I could hear my Dad yelling at Jake all the way in the house. Of course I had to go out and look and just as I got to the garden spot my Dad slapped those reins against old Jakes hip and old Jake just slowly sank to his knees and then rolled over on his side and just laid there. His eyes slowly closed and I began to cry. I will never forget the look on my Dad’s face. First it was a temper look, then a frighten look and then it was a “oh my gosh what was he going to tell his father”. This was the only mule his father had. I thought my Dad had killed the old mule. I started crying even harder and my Dad got even madder and told me to go in the house right then. As I peeked out the window, I saw old Jake finally get up after my Dad patted him on the nose. I am sure he talked to him in a sweet voice, such as “please get up Jake”! Well, we did have a garden that year but the garden spot was not plowed that day. I guess old Jake got my Dad’s attention because he never shouted or slapped those reins again when Old Jake was at our house.

Isn’t it strange that when you look back at memories you always remember the good ones; even the funny ones. I remember I used to spend the night with our neighbors up the road. They didn’t have “baby sitters” then. I just loved it when my Mom and Dad went to the movies. I would go to the neighbors house and jump in their feather bed upstairs and sleep all night long with the feather ticking folding up around my ears. The next morning I would get up and tell Pa, “I beat you up”. He would say “no you didn’t, I didn’t feel a thing”! Isn’t it strange I did that every time I went there to spend the night and we never got tired of kidding each other? He was like my second Dad. Back in the old days, you had lots of Dads that cared for you. As I look back, I loved them all.

I remember the horrible piano lessons my Dad made me, my sister and brother take because he really wanted to play the piano. I told him I wanted to take ballet. He replied with “when you have your own money you can take any lessons you want”! To this day, I never took the time to try ballet lessons. I bet I would have been good at it. Of course a little silly, a forty year old woman taking ballet lessons.

I have walked down memory lane long enough. I have shed many tears this day but I am sure there are many of you who have done the same. Those are happy tears and wonderful memories. Are you making memories for your daughters or sons? Are we living so fast that we haven’t “stopped to smell the roses lately”? If this is you, then STOP the merry-go-round and pick up the phone and plan a family picnic or just something special with your son or daughter. I am sure they will enjoy it.

Now that I have put my “crying towel” away, this is the last week of the recipe contest. I have received eleven recipes and the Hubby has started cooking! The first two were out of this world. We are going to continue until we have cooked and sampled each one. I did receive a different kind of recipe from a gentleman that lives here on the lake. Since I am including memories in my column today, this will not come as a surprise to some but it may make a few ladies out there be glad they have an up to date machine to help them with their clothes washing. Here it is, hope you get a chuckle out of it.

Recipe for

Warshing” Clothes

Build fire in backyard to heat kettle of rain water.

Set tubs so smoke won’t blow in eyes if wind is pert.

Shave one hole cake of lie soap in boilin water.

Sort things, make 3 piles — 1 pile white, 1 pile colored,

1 pile work britches and rags.

To make starch, stir flour in cool water to smooth,

Then thin down with boiling water.

Take white things, rub dirty spots on board, scrub hard, and boil, then rub colored don’t boil just wrench and starch.

Take things out of kettle with broom stick handle,

then wrench, and starch.

Hang old rags on fence.

Spread tea towels on grass.

Pore wrench water in flower bed.

.Scrub porch with hot soapy water.

Turn tubs upside down.

Go put on clean dress, smooth hair with hair combs.

Brew cup of tea, sit, rock a spell, and count yore blessings.

I must say my Mom had a Maytag washing machine with a wringer that would catch your hair in it if you weren’t watching. Also I had an arm go right up to the elbow before Mother noticed she needed to stop the thing! But Monday was always WASH DAY. Thank goodness those days are gone but not forgotten.

This is Tulip Green saying Bye Now!

IT’S FATHERS DAY! I am sure everyone is celebrating this special day. It is a wonderful thing to be a father. Of course, I don’t care who you talk to, “theirs is the best father in the world”! I don’t know why but Father’s Day really makes me sad. I must admit I was my father’s favorite and there are no words to express what I felt for him. Just like everyone else, I miss him. Big time!

Yes, he was just like any other Dad. He went to work every day and of course came home every night. We lived in the country and most of the Dad’s farmed for a living but we had a garden every year just for eating. My Dad did not like gardening at all. We didn’t have a fancy tractor to turn the garden, we had Old Jake! Jake had four legs and he was a stubborn old mule. But he was the pride and joy of my Dad’s Father. Yep, my Grand Father. I almost have too many Fathers in this story.

Every spring my Dad would go get old Jake and start to turn our garden but this particular day, Jake wasn’t in a good frame of mind. He just wouldn’t go forward and when he did he wouldn’t go straight. I could hear my Dad yelling at Jake all the way in the house. Of course I had to go out and look and just as I got to the garden spot my Dad slapped those reins against old Jakes hip and old Jake just slowly sank to his knees and then rolled over on his side and just laid there. His eyes slowly closed and I began to cry. I will never forget the look on my Dad’s face. First it was a temper look, then a frighten look and then it was a “oh my gosh what was he going to tell his father”. This was the only mule his father had. I thought my Dad had killed the old mule. I started crying even harder and my Dad got even madder and told me to go in the house right then. As I peeked out the window, I saw old Jake finally get up after my Dad patted him on the nose. I am sure he talked to him in a sweet voice, such as “please get up Jake”! Well, we did have a garden that year but the garden spot was not plowed that day. I guess old Jake got my Dad’s attention because he never shouted or slapped those reins again when Old Jake was at our house.

Isn’t it strange that when you look back at memories you always remember the good ones; even the funny ones. I remember I used to spend the night with our neighbors up the road. They didn’t have “baby sitters” then. I just loved it when my Mom and Dad went to the movies. I would go to the neighbors house and jump in their feather bed upstairs and sleep all night long with the feather ticking folding up around my ears. The next morning I would get up and tell Pa, “I beat you up”. He would say “no you didn’t, I didn’t feel a thing”! Isn’t it strange I did that every time I went there to spend the night and we never got tired of kidding each other? He was like my second Dad. Back in the old days, you had lots of Dads that cared for you. As I look back, I loved them all.

I remember the horrible piano lessons my Dad made me, my sister and brother take because he really wanted to play the piano. I told him I wanted to take ballet. He replied with “when you have your own money you can take any lessons you want”! To this day, I never took the time to try ballet lessons. I bet I would have been good at it. Of course a little silly, a forty year old woman taking ballet lessons.

I have walked down memory lane long enough. I have shed many tears this day but I am sure there are many of you who have done the same. Those are happy tears and wonderful memories. Are you making memories for your daughters or sons? Are we living so fast that we haven’t “stopped to smell the roses lately”? If this is you, then STOP the merry-go-round and pick up the phone and plan a family picnic or just something special with your son or daughter. I am sure they will enjoy it.

Now that I have put my “crying towel” away, this is the last week of the recipe contest. I have received eleven recipes and the Hubby has started cooking! The first two were out of this world. We are going to continue until we have cooked and sampled each one. I did receive a different kind of recipe from a gentleman that lives here on the lake. Since I am including memories in my column today, this will not come as a surprise to some but it may make a few ladies out there be glad they have an up to date machine to help them with their clothes washing. Here it is, hope you get a chuckle out of it.

Recipe for

Warshing” Clothes

Build fire in backyard to heat kettle of rain water.

Set tubs so smoke won’t blow in eyes if wind is pert.

Shave one hole cake of lie soap in boilin water.

Sort things, make 3 piles — 1 pile white, 1 pile colored,

1 pile work britches and rags.

To make starch, stir flour in cool water to smooth,

Then thin down with boiling water.

Take white things, rub dirty spots on board, scrub hard, and boil, then rub colored don’t boil just wrench and starch.

Take things out of kettle with broom stick handle,

then wrench, and starch.

Hang old rags on fence.

Spread tea towels on grass.

Pore wrench water in flower bed.

.Scrub porch with hot soapy water.

Turn tubs upside down.

Go put on clean dress, smooth hair with hair combs.

Brew cup of tea, sit, rock a spell, and count yore blessings.

I must say my Mom had a Maytag washing machine with a wringer that would catch your hair in it if you weren’t watching. Also I had an arm go right up to the elbow before Mother noticed she needed to stop the thing! But Monday was always WASH DAY. Thank goodness those days are gone but not forgotten.

This is Tulip Green saying Bye Now!

IT’S FATHERS DAY! I am sure everyone is celebrating this special day. It is a wonderful thing to be a father. Of course, I don’t care who you talk to, “theirs is the best father in the world”! I don’t know why but Father’s Day really makes me sad. I must admit I was my father’s favorite and there are no words to express what I felt for him. Just like everyone else, I miss him. Big time!

Yes, he was just like any other Dad. He went to work every day and of course came home every night. We lived in the country and most of the Dad’s farmed for a living but we had a garden every year just for eating. My Dad did not like gardening at all. We didn’t have a fancy tractor to turn the garden, we had Old Jake! Jake had four legs and he was a stubborn old mule. But he was the pride and joy of my Dad’s Father. Yep, my Grand Father. I almost have too many Fathers in this story.

Every spring my Dad would go get old Jake and start to turn our garden but this particular day, Jake wasn’t in a good frame of mind. He just wouldn’t go forward and when he did he wouldn’t go straight. I could hear my Dad yelling at Jake all the way in the house. Of course I had to go out and look and just as I got to the garden spot my Dad slapped those reins against old Jakes hip and old Jake just slowly sank to his knees and then rolled over on his side and just laid there. His eyes slowly closed and I began to cry. I will never forget the look on my Dad’s face. First it was a temper look, then a frighten look and then it was a “oh my gosh what was he going to tell his father”. This was the only mule his father had. I thought my Dad had killed the old mule. I started crying even harder and my Dad got even madder and told me to go in the house right then. As I peeked out the window, I saw old Jake finally get up after my Dad patted him on the nose. I am sure he talked to him in a sweet voice, such as “please get up Jake”! Well, we did have a garden that year but the garden spot was not plowed that day. I guess old Jake got my Dad’s attention because he never shouted or slapped those reins again when Old Jake was at our house.

Isn’t it strange that when you look back at memories you always remember the good ones; even the funny ones. I remember I used to spend the night with our neighbors up the road. They didn’t have “baby sitters” then. I just loved it when my Mom and Dad went to the movies. I would go to the neighbors house and jump in their feather bed upstairs and sleep all night long with the feather ticking folding up around my ears. The next morning I would get up and tell Pa, “I beat you up”. He would say “no you didn’t, I didn’t feel a thing”! Isn’t it strange I did that every time I went there to spend the night and we never got tired of kidding each other? He was like my second Dad. Back in the old days, you had lots of Dads that cared for you. As I look back, I loved them all.

I remember the horrible piano lessons my Dad made me, my sister and brother take because he really wanted to play the piano. I told him I wanted to take ballet. He replied with “when you have your own money you can take any lessons you want”! To this day, I never took the time to try ballet lessons. I bet I would have been good at it. Of course a little silly, a forty year old woman taking ballet lessons.

I have walked down memory lane long enough. I have shed many tears this day but I am sure there are many of you who have done the same. Those are happy tears and wonderful memories. Are you making memories for your daughters or sons? Are we living so fast that we haven’t “stopped to smell the roses lately”? If this is you, then STOP the merry-go-round and pick up the phone and plan a family picnic or just something special with your son or daughter. I am sure they will enjoy it.

Now that I have put my “crying towel” away, this is the last week of the recipe contest. I have received eleven recipes and the Hubby has started cooking! The first two were out of this world. We are going to continue until we have cooked and sampled each one. I did receive a different kind of recipe from a gentleman that lives here on the lake. Since I am including memories in my column today, this will not come as a surprise to some but it may make a few ladies out there be glad they have an up to date machine to help them with their clothes washing. Here it is, hope you get a chuckle out of it.

Recipe for

Warshing” Clothes

Build fire in backyard to heat kettle of rain water.

Set tubs so smoke won’t blow in eyes if wind is pert.

Shave one hole cake of lie soap in boilin water.

Sort things, make 3 piles — 1 pile white, 1 pile colored,

1 pile work britches and rags.

To make starch, stir flour in cool water to smooth,

Then thin down with boiling water.

Take white things, rub dirty spots on board, scrub hard, and boil, then rub colored don’t boil just wrench and starch.

Take things out of kettle with broom stick handle,

then wrench, and starch.

Hang old rags on fence.

Spread tea towels on grass.

Pore wrench water in flower bed.

.Scrub porch with hot soapy water.

Turn tubs upside down.

Go put on clean dress, smooth hair with hair combs.

Brew cup of tea, sit, rock a spell, and count yore blessings.

I must say my Mom had a Maytag washing machine with a wringer that would catch your hair in it if you weren’t watching. Also I had an arm go right up to the elbow before Mother noticed she needed to stop the thing! But Monday was always WASH DAY. Thank goodness those days are gone but not forgotten.

This is Tulip Green saying Bye Now!

IT’S FATHERS DAY! I am sure everyone is celebrating this special day. It is a wonderful thing to be a father. Of course, I don’t care who you talk to, “theirs is the best father in the world”! I don’t know why but Father’s Day really makes me sad. I must admit I was my father’s favorite and there are no words to express what I felt for him. Just like everyone else, I miss him. Big time!

Yes, he was just like any other Dad. He went to work every day and of course came home every night. We lived in the country and most of the Dad’s farmed for a living but we had a garden every year just for eating. My Dad did not like gardening at all. We didn’t have a fancy tractor to turn the garden, we had Old Jake! Jake had four legs and he was a stubborn old mule. But he was the pride and joy of my Dad’s Father. Yep, my Grand Father. I almost have too many Fathers in this story.

Every spring my Dad would go get old Jake and start to turn our garden but this particular day, Jake wasn’t in a good frame of mind. He just wouldn’t go forward and when he did he wouldn’t go straight. I could hear my Dad yelling at Jake all the way in the house. Of course I had to go out and look and just as I got to the garden spot my Dad slapped those reins against old Jakes hip and old Jake just slowly sank to his knees and then rolled over on his side and just laid there. His eyes slowly closed and I began to cry. I will never forget the look on my Dad’s face. First it was a temper look, then a frighten look and then it was a “oh my gosh what was he going to tell his father”. This was the only mule his father had. I thought my Dad had killed the old mule. I started crying even harder and my Dad got even madder and told me to go in the house right then. As I peeked out the window, I saw old Jake finally get up after my Dad patted him on the nose. I am sure he talked to him in a sweet voice, such as “please get up Jake”! Well, we did have a garden that year but the garden spot was not plowed that day. I guess old Jake got my Dad’s attention because he never shouted or slapped those reins again when Old Jake was at our house.

Isn’t it strange that when you look back at memories you always remember the good ones; even the funny ones. I remember I used to spend the night with our neighbors up the road. They didn’t have “baby sitters” then. I just loved it when my Mom and Dad went to the movies. I would go to the neighbors house and jump in their feather bed upstairs and sleep all night long with the feather ticking folding up around my ears. The next morning I would get up and tell Pa, “I beat you up”. He would say “no you didn’t, I didn’t feel a thing”! Isn’t it strange I did that every time I went there to spend the night and we never got tired of kidding each other? He was like my second Dad. Back in the old days, you had lots of Dads that cared for you. As I look back, I loved them all.

I remember the horrible piano lessons my Dad made me, my sister and brother take because he really wanted to play the piano. I told him I wanted to take ballet. He replied with “when you have your own money you can take any lessons you want”! To this day, I never took the time to try ballet lessons. I bet I would have been good at it. Of course a little silly, a forty year old woman taking ballet lessons.

I have walked down memory lane long enough. I have shed many tears this day but I am sure there are many of you who have done the same. Those are happy tears and wonderful memories. Are you making memories for your daughters or sons? Are we living so fast that we haven’t “stopped to smell the roses lately”? If this is you, then STOP the merry-go-round and pick up the phone and plan a family picnic or just something special with your son or daughter. I am sure they will enjoy it.

Now that I have put my “crying towel” away, this is the last week of the recipe contest. I have received eleven recipes and the Hubby has started cooking! The first two were out of this world. We are going to continue until we have cooked and sampled each one. I did receive a different kind of recipe from a gentleman that lives here on the lake. Since I am including memories in my column today, this will not come as a surprise to some but it may make a few ladies out there be glad they have an up to date machine to help them with their clothes washing. Here it is, hope you get a chuckle out of it.

Recipe for

Warshing” Clothes

Build fire in backyard to heat kettle of rain water.

Set tubs so smoke won’t blow in eyes if wind is pert.

Shave one hole cake of lie soap in boilin water.

Sort things, make 3 piles — 1 pile white, 1 pile colored,

1 pile work britches and rags.

To make starch, stir flour in cool water to smooth,

Then thin down with boiling water.

Take white things, rub dirty spots on board, scrub hard, and boil, then rub colored don’t boil just wrench and starch.

Take things out of kettle with broom stick handle,

then wrench, and starch.

Hang old rags on fence.

Spread tea towels on grass.

Pore wrench water in flower bed.

.Scrub porch with hot soapy water.

Turn tubs upside down.

Go put on clean dress, smooth hair with hair combs.

Brew cup of tea, sit, rock a spell, and count yore blessings.

I must say my Mom had a Maytag washing machine with a wringer that would catch your hair in it if you weren’t watching. Also I had an arm go right up to the elbow before Mother noticed she needed to stop the thing! But Monday was always WASH DAY. Thank goodness those days are gone but not forgotten.

This is Tulip Green saying Bye Now!