Oddly, my own culinary life is mimicking Grandma’s this week as I am making chicken & noodles today and just did beef vegetable soup yesterday, of which, I also froze some! I’m anxiously awaiting the mention of some bean soup from her in this diary because as far as I know, hers was the first I ever had and I loved it. I remember helping her tiny dice some carrots and celery for it while there was coffee percolating in a silver pot with the bubble thing on top where you could watch the coffee popping up into it every so often. Anyway, that’s a story for a different time if bean soup ever makes an appearance. This week has a big dinner in it and I can’t wonder about the occasion – surely not St. Patrick’s Day? It wasn’t anyone’s birthday that I’m aware of, so was it just random? Turkey makes for a weird St. Patty’s dish. In any event, I was thrilled to see I was there with my parents and had mentioned a photo that I gave her.
NOTE: As always, I left her spelling, capitalization, and punctuation as much as possible.
March 19, 1977 – Cold and windy. Cleaned house all day. Made an apple pie – Cooked Len chicken and noodles, since I may go to Rosies tomorrow – called Ef and told her I wouldn’t be home – Drew Len another rooster so he can keep busy while I’m gone.
Legs aching.
34° Lo 56° High
March 20, 1977 – Winds up to 43 mph. 10:00 AM 42° and very windy.
Icky headache this morning. Back feeling pretty good this morning.
44° high.
Worked getting things ready for supper then an hour or so relaxing while turkey finished cooking. Sure good to be at Rosies again.
To evening supper at Rosies:
Lou, Arch, Amy, Lori, Neale, Lisa, Jill, me, Robin, Darryl, Robin’s girlfriend Chris, Kim & boyfriend.
Jill gave me a new photo of herself 3 yrs. old Jan 29th.
Rosies flowers just beautiful.
11:00 We didn’t get the rain and snow that was predicted. Thank goodness.
(Side note of Rosie’s Sun. supper here)
Turkey, dressing, mashed potatoes & gravy, potato salad, noodles, French style green beans, pickles, rolls with butter & jelly. Desserts: apple pie, jello salad, coffee & iced tea.
March 21, 1977 – Is there anything more beautiful than the rising of the sun?
Burned trash this morning and pruned the grapevines, did a couple shrubs. Nice working outside even if it was windy. Spring will be here.
So windy today, the whole place shakes.
11:30 P.M. 50°
Lo today 26° high 57
March 22, 1977 – Very windy, snowy and cold this morning. Will wait till tomorrow to mail my letters.
Back is feeling better today but wearing my brace – got around better with it on.
Made two loaves of rye bread today. First I’ve baked any for more than two months. Brought all the washing in from lines in the garage.
Saw some crocus growing thru the ground under the evergreen by the porch. Also my bleeding heart plant by the garage.
11:30 P.M. 31°
Low today 32°
High 50°
Thought for today: If you can’t get a compliment any other way, pay yourself one. – Mark Twain, American writer 1835-1910
March 23, 1977 – Calm & sunny.
Went over to visit Carol Johnson for 15 or 20 minutes today. First I’ve seen her for two or three weeks. She showed me the pictures of Doug and Lisa’s wedding.
Did my steam ironing this P.M. Dampened down other things to iron tomorrow.
Made a big pot of vegetable soup this eve. Had some for supper. Will freeze two containers in the morning.
Sent letters to Rosie, Ethel and Lens sister Dorothy.
(Made another coat hanger.)
11:30 P.M. 31°
Low today 24°
High 50°
Winds NW 14 mph
Thought for today: Energy is eternal delight. – William Blake, English artist and poet. 1757-1827
March 24, 1977 – Beautiful seen [scene] but cold.
Did up the kitchen curtain and finished the ironing today. Good to be able to do something again.
4:30 P.M. Tired, but feel good – getting something done for a change. Haven’t taken any pill for the pain for a few days now.
(Made another clothes hanger.)
11:30 P.M. Temp. 39°
Lo for the day 23°
Hi 42°
Thought for today: Facts do not cease to exist because they are ignored. – Aldous Huxley, British writer. 1894-1963
March 25, 1977 – 9:00 P.M. 29°
Very beautiful, calm, sunny day. Saw a few hyacinths coming thru the ground. Took over Johnsons mail.
Cleaned tile, stove hood and fan, toaster, can opener & kitchen tools this forenoon. What a mess a mess after the long winter.
3:00 P.M. 44°
Pains have left my legs and back.
Thought for today: The worst vice of a fanatic is his sincerity. – Oscar Wilde, Irish writer. 1854-1900