And the flowers grew quickly!

Free Bouquet of Flowers

As I backed out of our driveway, I glanced to the left and…


A little yellow flower had appeared. The lavender tiny flowers on a tree made an appearance the very next day.

And then they were here, there and everywhere…Spring flowers!

Maybe it is a bit early for the flowers to be popping out from their hiding places. I seriously doubt it will freeze in Texas again this year. We barely had any freezing days at all…so the flowers decided to begin arriving. I say we should just quicken the process and plant some more! It seems that the world needs some extra beauty these days!

A few pictures of the first flowers to appear in our yard this week…









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Oh dear! What to wear to the Oscars!


Decisions. Decisions. When and if I finish writing my book and the screenplay is miraculously (doubtful!) nominated for an Oscar, I worry about what dress I am going to wear to the Academy Awards. I am not even going to think about the shoes and those dangerously tall heels. The problem is the dress. I need something soft and flowing…sort of like a silk shirt hanging precariously from a clothesline while blowing gently in the wind. I do hope that you can get the picture.

Please! I cannot JIGGLE as I walk up the stairs to the podium. The dress should be the item that is swaying gently…certainly not me!

I have heard it said that television cameras make you look at least 10 pounds heavier. Or is it 20 pounds? There is no way that I can let that happen. I need 10 pounds lighter. Or is it 20 pounds lighter. More? Let’s just not talk about it. My wedding dress was a size 5. So there! It doesn’t matter how many years ago that event occurred.

Since I need a dress for the Oscars that flows when I walk, I have chosen a few that should work. I simply cannot worry about this any longer. I need to spend my time finishing the dadgum  (Texas talk again) book!

Announcing the choices and also the not so good choices for my future Oscar dress…


Actually…I like the color…I will need a lot of gym time for this one!



Beautiful! Strapless…help! I may need glue.



Pretty and grown-up style…maybe this is the right one!



I like the looks of this dress…but no flow…might jiggle on the steps!



This looks glittery…bling! Nice straps, but look at that tiny waist! Gym again!


Announcing the not so good and totally not understandable possibilities…


Just too much to look at…according to me!



I do not get the net material at the bottom!



Interesting material, but I cannot tolerate another mermaid dress!


That is it! All the choices that I could find. When it is your turn for the Oscars, I will be sure to help you find the perfect outfit!


1930 New Delineator Recipes Cookbook


Last week, I wrote about the Delineator women’s magazine, published by the Butterick Company beginning in 1873. To read the post, please see…

The New Delineator Recipes Cookbook came about as a result of the magazine’s popular recipe section. As promised, I have included two recipes in this post. I apologize (sort of) profusely for the first recipe…honestly, I just could not help myself! I just felt compelled to include it!


 Pigeons in the park.

A cookbook that has a recipe for “Pigeons En Casserole” might not be the cookbook for me. Where am I going to find a pigeon? Really…pigeons can live in almost any part of the world…arid deserts to cool mountain air. Maybe I might see a pigeon sitting on the ground outside my house or happily playing in the park. I like to see pigeons flying from place to place…although they are certainly messy creatures. I do not need to see a pigeon at dinnertime on my plate!

My newly found copy of the 1930 New Delineator Recipes Cookbook includes “Pigeons En Casserole” as a dinner suggestion. PLEASE! I just cannot handle the thought! I certainly want you to have the recipe…just in case!

Pigeons En Casserole (remember…1930!)


*  Pigeons or Squabs (another name for a young pigeon). The number of pigeons needed is not included. Just put in as few or as many as you can easily find…I guess!

*  Bacon (One strip of bacon for each pigeon)

*  3 tablespoons butter or other fat

*  1 Spanish onion

*  Veal broth or white stock (no amount listed)

*  Vegetables, as desired

*  Flour (1 tablespoon of flour for each cup of liquid)


Clean and wash young pigeons and tie a strip of bacon around each one, or lard the breasts if preferred. Place the butter or other fat in a casserole. Slice a mild, Spanish onion over the butter or other fat. Set the pigeons on the onion in the casserole. Cover the casserole and set on the stove over a low heat. Cook on top of the stove for 15 minutes. Add enough veal broth or white stock to half cover the pigeons and set in the oven (35o degrees) to cook until tender (2-2 1/2 hours). When nearly done, vegetables may be added. At serving time, thicken the liquid in the casserole by stirring in flour mixed smooth in a little water, allowing one tablespoon of flour for each cup of liquid.

Try to enjoy the pigeons!

The next recipe possibly may be a little better!


Mashed Sweet Potato Caramel


*  2 cups mashed sweet potato

*  Milk (no amount given…just sufficient to make a smooth paste!)

*  Pepper and Salt

*  1/2 cup maple syrup (spelled sirup in cookbook!)

* 1/4 cup butter


Left-over sweet potatoes, either baked or boiled, may be used for this dish. Mash potatoes and add sufficient milk or cream to make a smooth, soft paste. Season with pepper and salt. Put in well-greased casserole or baking dish, suitable for serving at table. Pour in thick maple syrup which has been boiled with butter. Bake until the top begins to caramelize.

Really…this one might be good!!!


Seven Much Loved Children.


The Seven Cousins!


First of all…let us get this straight…I did not have seven babies! Help! I probably would not have that much patience. I had two of my own and they were most assuredly and continuously the most precious children around…as the mother…I am allowed to say that!  In addition, they were most assuredly and continuously into each other’s things, yet continuously sticking up for each other!

The seven babies are my great-nieces and great- nephews…possibly the other most precious children around. Prejudice, Prejudice…I know! I was totally thrilled when my niece and two nephews were born back when I was in my twenties.

Now that they are married with children of their own…”Aunt Tricia” and “Uncle Mike” have reached a new level of…what can I call it? Perhaps the newly minted words…Aunthood and Unclehood. Actually, it is a much easier job than Parenthood! We are just around for the fun times!

These are my brother’s grandchildren. We lost him more than five years ago. What a difficult time for all. My brother did not have the chance to know the entire group of seven…just the first ones when they were little. How he loved them and how he would have loved to see their personalities develop. And how he would have loved to see them play together…especially at our family farm at Thanksgiving. Thanksgiving also meant going to the farm for his own children when they were growing up.

At Thanksgiving, Aunt Tricia may be popular because she is cooking in the kitchen and baking pies…over and over again. Fun! Uncle Mike is truly the absolute most popular person. He will take them on rides on the tractor and he knows all of the trails and all of the bridges! I cannot seem to even climb up into the cab of the tractor, but I do sort of know the trails! But…please remember…I am cooking!

Our daughter and son-in-law have reached the elite status because they drive the four-wheelers and the golf cart and the old farm truck. That golf cart is really mine, but I do not get all the credit for it! Plus they know the trails and creek on our place and also at the farm across the road. I just cannot keep up with all of this trail and creek knowledge! Even better…they own Gus the Granddog. Remember…I am cooking!


Gus the Granddog!

These children are a bright ray of sunshine to us. Their joy and laughter are utterly contagious. I had no idea at all that seven babies would turn out to be seven of the most loved children in our lives. A blessing…to be sure!

A Poem About Margie and Tricia.


Margie with Tricia…who always closed her eyes in pictures.

 Margie worked for my family and a few other families in our neighborhood when I was growing up.  I was the little girl named Tricia and I loved Margie more than I can really ever explain. She began working in our neighborhood because her husband worked with our next door neighbor at a very fine men’s clothing store downtown. Her husband was named Fred and he was a porter at the men’s store and actually took care of just about everything. Just about everyone in town knew Fred and everyone liked him so very much.

As the story goes, Fred told our neighbor that his wife was looking for a job. In that day and age, jobs were difficult to find for black women…even those who had a very fine education like Margie. That is how Margie came to work for several of the neighborhood families and thus…quickly became a  part of our families…an incredibly important part of all of our families.

At the time, I really did not understand why Margie could not get the type of job that she wanted. I was too young to understand about discrimination, about slurs, about the lack of respect. Later on, I got it…I understood… and I was heartbroken over the treatment that Margie might have received away from our neighborhood. How could this happen? Why? Margie was the best person and the smartest person and the most caring person.

After I finished college and started working, I still thought about Margie and I vowed to treat anyone I met with the respect they deserved. Margie was the impetus for my viewpoints about cultural awareness as well as direct and unbiased fairness to everyone. During the years that I taught in Title I schools with languages, customs, ideas, backgrounds vastly different than my own…I often thought about Margie. She taught me to be open-minded.

Many years later when I was in graduate school, one of my professors told us our assignment for the class that very evening. We would have just thirty minutes to write about something that changed our lives and made an impact on how we lived our current lives. We would share our papers with the rest of the class before we dismissed.

That night, I wrote the following poem for Margie. A true story that means so much to me. I have saved a copy of the poem in my desk since that class…just in case I ever need a reminder about acceptance and kindness and dedication.



A Poem About Margie


Margie rode the bus to West Glenn Drive.

I guess the job was the only way to survive.

Now I know how the world treated her,

When people referred to her with a slur.


     I saw you near the back row of the church.

     My eyes finally met yours after a quick search.

     Oh your hat was so pretty and gloves so right.

     The last time I saw you was that happy night.


Margie rode the bus to West Glenn Drive

To iron my dresses I guess helped her survive.

For years she cooked and put bows in my hair.

I didn’t know and didn’t understand her despair.


     I saw you near the back row of the church.

     My eyes finally met yours after a quick search.

     Oh your hat was so pretty and gloves so right.

     The last time I saw you was that happy night.


Margie rode the bus to West Glenn Drive.

To make fancy cakes was a way to survive.

She laughed with my mother over coffee each day.

She was the best friend ever, my Mom would say.


     I saw you near the back row of the church.

     My eyes finally met yours after a quick search.

     Oh your hat was so pretty and gloves so right.

     The last time I saw you was that happy night.


Margie rode the bus to West Glenn Drive.

She needed money so her family could survive,

In the tiny house sitting on dirt with not much light.

I saw it when we took her a birthday gift one night.


     I saw you near the back row of the church.

     My eyes finally met yours after a quick search.

     Oh your hat was so pretty and gloves so right.

     The last time I saw you was that happy night.


Margie rode the bus to West Glenn Drive.

Her daughter went to California just to survive.

I don’t know how she said that so sad good-bye.

People were fair out west she said with a sigh.


     I saw you near the back row of the church.

     My eyes finally met yours after a quick search.

     Oh your hat was so pretty and gloves so right.

     The last time I saw you was that happy night.


Margie rode the bus to West Glenn Drive.

How would we do without her? How would we survive?

Times were better, she said with a confident air.

Margie, don’t leave, oh please don’t you dare!


     I saw you near the back row of the church.

     My eyes finally met yours after a quick search.

     Oh your hat was so pretty and gloves so right.

     The last time I saw you was that happy night.


Margie didn’t ride the bus again to West Glenn Drive.

I grew up and away and I guess we did survive.

Please come to my wedding, I said in a quick letter.

To have you with me, why nothing could be better!


     I saw you near the back row of the church.

     My eyes finally met yours after a quick search.

     Oh your hat was so pretty and gloves so right.

     The last time I saw you was that happy night.


Margie, when you rode that bus to West Glenn Drive

Did we do more than just help your family survive?

Did we treat you with kindness? Did we show you our love?

I surely hope we did. That’s my earnest prayer to God above.

Rhythm. Poetry. Emotion. Music.



Rhythm is to Dance as Music is to Poetry. Rhythm is the entity that causes the dancer to move gently and gracefully across a stage. Rhythm is the entity that causes the dancer to twist and turn, shake and sway across a stage. Music is the entity that causes the poem, the lyrics, the words to resound across the sound waves. Music is the entity that causes the words of the songwriter or poet to change the course of emotions.

Rhythm. Dance. Music. Poetry.

Expressions of Feelings. Expressions of Anger. Expressions of Happiness.


Rhythm in a song makes the music move from stanzas of quiet moments to mountains of crescendo moments. Rhythm is the beat of a song. Rhythm is the strong repeating pattern of sound in a song performance or movement in a dance performance. The background drums in a song relay the tempo, the very heartbeat of a song. We can recognize songs just by the background pattern of sounds. Such as the…

Incredible Rhythmic Energy and Sounds in Adele’s Rolling in the Deep…A Simple Repetitive Drum Beat Combined with an Emotional Voice.




The rhythm of music has the ability to transform the thinking for all ages and all groups of people. All it might involve is taking the time to listen to the sounds, to comprehend the words and feel the beat. The following poem was written by teenager Anjanae King and published on http://www.FamilyFriend (Copyright 2006-2017).


The Chords Of My Escape

The chords of my escape.

The feeling of a beat.

The vibration of my soul.

It sends me to my peak.

I just love how it makes me feel.

But there’s no way the feeling is real.

I can close my eyes and look up to the ceiling.

It’s the most pleasurable feeling.

The way it makes me move.

Just gracefully on my feet.

In the chords of my escape.

There are no expectations to meet.

I’m free to be myself.

I can dance, I can sing.

I can twirl around on the floor.

That’s how it’s supposed to be.

But of course, all happiness has to come to an end.

I look at the ground

I sigh and frown.

It’s time to let go of my only true friend.

I lift my hand to my ear

And pull out the plastic.

I suddenly feel blank again.

But soon again, I will feel ecstatic

With the chords of my escape.


The poem URL is as follows:


Little Chapel in the Woods. Serenity.



The Little Chapel in the Woods at Texas Woman’s University in Denton, Texas

Serenity, Peace, Joy, Grace. These words represent the very essence of The Little Chapel in the Woods located at Texas Woman’s University in Denton, Texas. When I was in graduate school at TWU…the chapel became my refuge from the stress of teaching full-time; one child away in Austin having fun and yet trying to finish college; another child involved in everything possible in high school…who was almost in college; a thoughtful and helpful husband who was also very busy at his accounting job; plus…I had a thesis to finish writing before the end of the semester. Sometimes I needed a quiet place, something similar to a hideout…to keep focused.



My special thank you to The Little Chapel in the Woods for helping to turn an almost overwhelming time into a time of perseverance, appreciation and happiness. I knew that the chapel was on the campus and I had admired it from afar. I knew that the chapel had an interesting history. I knew that the chapel had very distinctive stained glass windows. What I did not know was how important these windows would become to me.





One memorable day, I happened to find a parking place near the chapel. I had a few minutes to spare, so I decided to walk up the stone pathway to the chapel. I wanted to see what it was about the chapel that caused students to use words like unforgettable to describe it. I walked into the chapel as sunlight streamed through the windows. I understood why the chapel was used often for students who need to meditate…or perhaps used for worship in a non-denominational atmosphere…or used as a beautiful locale for the celebration of marriage. I returned many times.




I soon realized that the stained glass windows were clearly and uniquely designed with a theme in mind. In reading about the chapel, I discovered that the theme is “Women Ministering to the Human Needs”. Various professions that students planned to enter were represented by the windows. Indeed, it has been said that “each window pays respect to women in that particular profession” that they have chosen. Amazing, just amazing!


These Stained Glass Windows Represent…

1. Motherhood. Located directly over the alter, this window is the largest and the one that you immediately see upon entrance. The window symbolizes woman as Mother. The Biblical conception of motherhood from Proverbs is depicted in the illustrations. These illustrations represent the ideals for motherhood from Proverbs…strength, desire, leadership, kindness, loyalty and love.

2. Nursing. This window honors the women who worked tirelessly to pave the way for the modern day nursing profession. The ideal nursed is illustrated in the center.

3. Teaching. This window honors “the women who use their knowledge as a tool to educate the minds of others”. Helen Keller and her teacher Anne Sullivan are illustrated in the window.

4. Music. This window honors women who achieve through music. The words “Gloria in Excelsis Deo” are inscribed in the lower part of the window.

5. Dance. This window honors women who express themselves through beautiful movement.

6. Science. This window honors women who have chosen to study physics, chemistry and the biological sciences.

7. Social Sciences. This honors women who find ways to look for and relieve distress and suffering.

8. Literature. This window honors women who have chosen to be writers.

9. Speech. This window honors women in the arts.

10. Rose Window. Located above the entrance to the chapel, this window honors woman’s joy in the world around her.

11. Signature. Located in the vestibule, this small window honors and pictures the builders, donors and decorators of the chapel.


These Windows Exude Such Deep Meaning!

My most loved stained glass window at The Chapel in the Woods includes the following quote from Marie Curie…