Thursday, July 15, 2010
"The Look"
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Messy, Sloppy, and Filthy
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Cake for Dinner
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"Big-a-poo"
While changing her clothes this morning Hallie said, "Big-a-poo" instead of "Peek-a-boo." Think she's got poo on the brain?
My kids most definitely have "potty talk" in abundance lately! In fact they love to sing a little song called the (I'll censor this so we don't attract any weirdos!) Oscar Meyer _______ song, but drop the Oscar Meyer. Yup, they have a song. And they sing it in random places, loudly. They laugh hysterically anytime the other one says or yells the word. I'm just waiting for one of them to bust it out in church or something!
We've been working on only talking about _________'s in the bathroom, but it still pops up here and there. They even run to the bathroom so they can shout _________'s!!!!!! We've also been trying to replace it with another funny word... "calamazoo!" which is usually followed by __________'s!!!!!
One last ________ story. On our drive to West Virginia over the 4th, out of the blue, Hallie very seriously looks over at Micah and asks, "Micah. Do you have a _________?" Micah very deliberately replied, "Yea Hallie, I have a _______."
What is with the __________ obsession! I wish I had it on recording. It was absolutely hilarious!
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Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Now I know...
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Labels: family journal, my thoughts, Tyson
Sunday, July 11, 2010
Flesher Home Site
Leroy says the old homestead is abandoned but still standing, and with a few clues from him I was able to locate it on Google (see map coordinates). It is on Wilhelm Run (County Road 50/3): turn South 19.7 miles west of Smithburg, just before the new prison facility. It used to be a dirt-mud/slate-rock road and a long drive from the old US 50 route, but now it is actually the first house off of the Newer US 50 and should be relatively easy access. If you look at Google there is a hairpin turn (concave to the east) on road 50/3 just south of the new US 50. There used to be a log-cabin barn at the hairpin: a dirt road/drive drops into the little valley and the old house is a few yards south of the end of the road.
Leroy now lives in Smithburg, WVa, and still owns and keeps a few beef cattle on his parent's old farm. That was my uncle Glen and aunt Valley (nee Flesher) Towner's home. That 'farm' is further south on Wilhelm Run (2). It is a place where the road, a stream and the railroad (now gone) were the only flat area between two green mountains. The Towner house is up the side of the hill, 40-50 feet, which was a long (for a little kid) climb from the only parking spots at the side of the road. (Now there seems to be a road cutting into the house from further upstream).
We used to sit on Uncle Glen's porch on a summer evening looking across the railroad at the coal black wooded hillside . It looked like a giant Christmas display, with a firefly every five feet or so flitting through the trees.
Puleeeze send me some photos of these two homes before they go away. Include the barn at the top of the drive if anything remains, the little stream that cuts across the road, the house in the valley, the porches (front and back) and especially the entry to the fruit cellar. The house sits on a spring, that bubbled up out of the basement's dirt floor and ran out through a narrow trench. The temperature there under the house was a cool 50 +/- 5 degrees in the hottest summer and coldest winter, and the walls were lined with jars of my Grandmother's home canned fruit, vegetables, and meat (they butchered their own hogs and beef).
A churn sat on the small kitchen porch, that I sometimes cranked to make butter. And a twig-built doll house sat on a table on the front porch. In spring it was full of baby chicks, in part to keep the kids entertained, but mostly to help the broody hens repopulate the yard.
They had a beautiful old organ in the living room which my aunts played, and a hand crank-party-line phone. But the house was lit at night only by kerosene lanterns or candles.
The long table in the kitchen had bench seats against the window wall and chairs on the other side. Grandma Ida started fixing Breakfast about 4:30 AM and had an 8-10 course meal ready before I even got up (That was on a wood burning stove.). Your mom reminds me of her when we eat at her house: lots of food and lots of people. Of course your mom does a better job of getting various slaves to help cook.
For some of those summers my own great-Grandma and great-Grandpa Lasure were there. What I mostly remember was that great-grandpa had a white stringy beard that went to his belt line. And he wasn't at the house a lot; he would get up early and climb up the driveway to a corn and vegetable field even higher up the hillside somewhere across the road. I was only up there once or twice, it was quite a hike. Up there he would work the fields and provide a chunk of the food needed each year for both the people and their animals.
Dann
See the attached photo. This was probably taken about 1937-8 when I was less than 2 years old. I am relatively certain this is the Kitchen door which is on the North side of the house, the side you drive in to and where there is a level area to park to the left or behind the cameraman (who may have been my Dad). There was no drive way, only a path around to the 'front' door. I used to help churn butter in a hand cranked oak churn on the little porch when I was 5-6-7-8----.
The people in the photo are my great-grandmother Lasure on the left (who I don't really remember), and great-grand father Lasure on the far right. Standing is my aunt Alma Flesher Elder. Then seated is THE cook, my grandma Ida Lasure Flesher. Standing is one of the twins, either my aunt Elsie or aunt Chelsea? (probably Chelsea, she smiled more). Seated is aunt Valley Flesher Towner and in her lap is her oldest child Isabell Towner Hogland (Isabell is my cousin and sister to Joseph Leroy Towner who you hopefully will meet). The other Twin (Elsie?). And finally (again) the old man who used to leave the house every morning carrying garden tools and climb the road and on up to the top of the hill to hand till about 10 acres of crops.
I first remember the twins and Isabell in their teens. They would play with us younger kids, and help us take care of the live baby chicks in a doll-house-log-cabin on the front porch. They were attractive girls and I had a crush on all of them.
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Friday, July 9, 2010
All American Weekend- Thomson Style Part #2
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Thursday, July 8, 2010
Good Times
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All American Weekend- Thomson Style Part #1
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