Friday, April 20, 2012


"Mom, when I grow up, I'm going to work really hard so Daddy doesn't have to..."

Scott said this to me today.  It's one of those proud, sweet moments that make me think we're doing something right.  What an unselfish little man!

Thursday, April 12, 2012

The Walk to the Bus

I recently wrote a post about riding to school on the bus, and it brought back so many memories!  Here's something else that jumped into my mind...the way we'd walk or ride our bikes to the bus stop.

For those of you who never went to a rural school, you'll have no idea what this is like.  We were to meet the bus at the neighbor's red house on the corner of our gravel road every morning.  She didn't have any kids in school, but it was on the turn to some other houses.  We must have been so pesky to her bickering and scaring her chickens every morning at 7:30!  She probably thought she was past all that when she married off her last kids!

Anyway...our driveway was a rocky gravelish road of 1/4 mile or so.  In the middle stretch of driveway was a moderate hill, an enourmous puddle we called a lake, and another huge very rocky hill.  Every morning I'd load up my backpack, grab my clarinet and/or lunch, hop on my bike and head out.  It was easy riding until we passed the turkey barn and silo.  Then came the first hill.  The trick to riding the driveway was to brake as little as possible on the way down hill #1, aim for the three inches of dry or muddy ground on the side of the lake, then pedal furiously up hill #2.  If you could do that, you could almost make it up to the top before getting off and walking your bike up to the cattle guard.

I've often thought of myself tearing down one of the hills on my bike, gripping the handle bars along with the lunch box and hugely inconvenient band instrument, trying like crazy to hold on.  The wind would whip through my hair and my heart rate would increase from the scariness of the ride...and we all did it twice a day!

We'd stow our bikes just over the cattle guard and walk the last bit through the field, then climb over the barb wire fence, trying not to catch hair, clothes, or any of our paraphenalia on a barb before jumping the ditch to get to the neighbor's house.  On days we were late, it must have been a sight to behold!

Last year I walked the old driveway again with my kids.  I was shocked at how steep the big hill was!  Could I really have ridden down it at full speed with all my stuff?  Yes...a lot!  Was I just that athletic or just that stupid?

You should have seen my brother, Amos fly down.  It's a miracle he can still walk!

Wednesday, April 4, 2012

Marcus Stone

Have you ever seen the artwork of Marcus Stone?  Here is my favorite, called Profile of a Young Girl.

I love the softness and light accents in her hair.  The innocence of the pink ribbon and rose really stand out against the darkness of the background.  It does look very fresh and young and innocent, doesn't it?  It reminds me of my sweet Cara picking flowers and putting them in her hair and clothes now that Spring is here.  It's one of the sweetest delights of girlhood!

Monday, April 2, 2012

A quote that made me feel like a dummy...

"Wow!  You're really striking out, Mom!"

<<sigh>>  This one was said to me the other day by my four-year-old, Scott.  We were playing the game's a memory/matching game...not pretty.  Did I mention that he beat me in all of the four rounds we played before slamming me with this comment.  'Beat me' is a nice way of putting it, too.  If I remember correctly, the trend was right around ten matches for him, two for me, but maybe my memory is a little foggy.  That's the whole problem...