Archive for July, 2012

mother to mother recipies

Christmas cookies/ heartburn free, practically

1 cup but5ter or margarine softened

1cup sugar

1 (3 oz) package cream cheese, softened

1egg yolk

2 tablespoons lemon juice

1 teaspoon vanilla

1/4 teaspoon salt

2 1/4 cups unsifted flourj

combine all ingredients except flour, beat with mixer until well blended then add flour.

Roll out balls of dough onto floured surface and cut into shapes.

Bake  at 375 until edges are golden brown. Frost and decorate at to suit.

Grandma Dickinson’s carrot cookies

Really? Yup, made with actual carrots.

1 cup of cooled, cooked and mashed carrots.

Cream together-3/4 cup margarine, 3/4 cup sugar, add carrots, 1 teaspoon vanilla, then add in 2 cups of flour, 2 teaspoons baking powder, 1/4 teaspoon salt, 1 teaspoon grated orange rind. Spoon onto baking sheet. Bake at 375 for approximately 12 minutes. Frost. Suggestions: top each cookie with half of a maraschino cherry before baking and add some grated orange rind to the frosting.

Grandma Cynthia’s Apple Dumplings

3 medium apples cut in half or 6 small apples pealed and cored. (Save peelings for syrup).


2 cups flour

1 teaspoon salt

3/4 cup margarine or butter

5 and ½ tablespoons of ice water

Cut in ingredients as you would a pie crust dough. Roll dough out on floured surface–thin; cut 6 squares and place apple on the dough adding cinnamon, and a squeeze of lemon or lemon rind or both. Add sugar, a tablespoon approximately, and a dot of butter, wrap ½ or small apple in each square and place in a greased, deep baking dish and chill while preparing the syrup.


Bring 1 and 1/2 cups of water to a boil, reduce heat, and add peelings, allow to simmer for 20 minutes. Pre-heat oven to 375, remove peels, add to liquid 1/2 cup sugar and 2 tablespoons of margarine, allow to sit until sugar is dissolved.

Brush the dumplings with a slightly beaten egg white; sprinkle with sugar and pour the syrup mix over the dumplings. Bake for 40 minutes or until tender

Serve warm with cream, or ice cream. Peaches may be substituted for apples.

Peach Kuchen

Sift together 2 cups flour

¼ teaspoons baking powder

½ teaspoons salt

1 cup sugar

Cut in ½ cup butter, spread in bottom of baking pan forming around sides, saving back some to sprinkle on top of 12 peach halves arranged on the bed of sugar flour mix. Cook 15 minutes then pour a cup of heavy cream, (or sour cream) mixed with 2 beaten egg yolks over the top and cook 30 minutes more at 400 degrees.

“An Exercise in One-syllable Words” a fairy tale




 (An exercise in one-syllable words)

A cloak of dark

hid the boy with hair of fire.

To make a torch of the wood,

he flew close to the land!

His eye to the rise,

and the first ray of sun,

he saw the crone in her black cart.

He heard her caw!  Caw!

Her call to lead him back to the croft!

“Dark will stay to hold the night!”

The crone did chant.

“Sun be gone!

Fire burn!

Lift the cloud to chase the day!”

A pure, blonde babe woke—he lay in his wee bed.

A far off voice he did hear.

He saw the wood.

The flame lit sky!

Where was the sun?

Day was here,

but all was dark!

Not a star did he spy.

Fire was in his nose and hair!

Fire was in the wood!

A shrill caw, caw… put ice in his pure heart!

A blue cat did step to his side,

a soft paw she put on his cheek.

A tear fell, warm with salt, on the nose of the cat.

“Purr, purr” said the cat.

“Chert and stone!

Pearl and bone!”

sang the cat to the babe.

The babe did sniff to dry his eyes.

He gave an ear,

his lips did part,

a smile broke,

and with a wink,

he sang,

“Chert and stone!

Pearl and bone!

sun, the birth of fire,

warm the new day!

Evil gone; good will out!

Stay the clouds of gray.

Rain down where sweet grass will grow!”

“Chert and stone!

Pearl and bone!

Caw! Caw!  Be gone the crone!”

sang the babe and the cat.

The crone did lie in her black cart to wail and pitch!

And in her wake, a slick of oil!

The boy with hair of fire

was but a spit of rain

to douse the flame

on the land.

Birds flew on high!

Bugs leapt to taste the dew!

As he sat on the floor,

the cat at his side,

a beam of gold from the sun to warm his blonde head,

“Chert and stone!

Pearl and bone!”

sang the babe.

“Purr, purr,”

said the blue cat.

The End

Schoolmarm at home

Schoolmarm at home

This is a photo taken probably 1915 or 16 of Cynthia Birdie Alice Beard-Bell when she was about 21 or 22 years old. She was the new schoolmarm for the little country school in Brogan, Oregon near the town of Ontario, Oregon. She lived in that tent, we’re not certain for how long, but it gets darned cold out there in eastern Oregon. I think I see frost and snow on the ground. She married Wayne Allen, my husband’s grandfather,  in 1917 and continued to teach school in Brogan.Upon her marriage, she moved into an actual home on a small farm near the school. The Allens raised 3 children on that farm where they grew grain and sheep until they closed the eastern Oregon open range policy  in 1934. At that time the family picked up and moved to Kings Valley, Oregon in the Willamette Valley.

Me and Smokey

“Forget me Not” by Sherokee Ilse

Our little ones whisper,

“Forget me not”,

As their specialness wraps

around our heart.

Their short little lives

Hold meaning and love.

Their spirits have touched

us each and everyone.

they have left their gifts

For us to uncover,

If we open our eyes,

our hearts and our lives.

The road to discovery

is hilly and dark.

Will we long harbor the pain

or set our wings for the light?

Our lives have been changed,

our paths filled with sorrow.

Yet their memories embrace us

and our love lasts forever.

If we open our hearts,

their gifts shall unfold,

as we

forget them not.

Summer blooms

Lantana butterfly love