Officially relieved that February arrived. Sounds of the howling winter winds escorted littering snow dusting the surface of all that it could cover. Grey skies at morning and dancing tree branches swayed a love song stretching the imagination of how the Kansas flint hills must look to those traveling across the rolling prairie.
Thankfully it's February with Valentine's Day to celebrate and two Grandsons having birthdays. Thinking on what to give them as gifts. I like giving my children and grandchildren valentines, so I had best go to town this week to get the goods purchased and mailed. No HOME-MADE valentines from this semi-homemade woman.
Thoughts taking place of how my Husband and I will celebrate our Sweetheart date.
This morning, Hubby and I chatted about our childhood homes with Moms that both stayed HOME cooking for their families in their dainty Kitchens. In my mind's eye I know every inch of that tiny kitchen on Roosevelt Street. 612 North Roosevelt in Liberal, Kansas was a cracker box house built when the OIL BOOM took place.
Dining took place in the kitchen eating area where there was not a separate dining room for the house. Two small bedrooms on the main floor with two bedrooms downstairs where I slept in a shared bed with my sister. I was the bed hog that also was a slob when it came to keeping our room tidy. I had much to learn and I loved piling my worn clothing on the chair. I think that this habit still exists. Oops. I managed to upset my sibling.
How did this tiny, itty, bitty house hold so much love to where it weren't bursting the seams of the structure? I'm surprised that people driving by didn't think the house was shining with light. Our little house was indeed tiny and yet I have a lifetime of cherished memories that comfort my thought life when they come to mind. Pleasant nostalgic moments to remember.
THANKFUL that there are cold weather holidays to take my mind off of how I dislike the COLD in itself. It helps me perservere till SPRING comes.
God bless,
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2 comments:
Was fun reminiscing about our childhood homes and how our "moms at home" made do in their tiny little kitchens. Never went hungry. Never slept in the cold.
Fond memories.
Hi Deanna,
I love the sweet heart with the roses.
Hope that the weather improves there for you. We badly need rain for the garden and water tank.
Many thanks for the kind visit to my blog - always great to hear from you.
Hugs
Carolyn
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