Wednesday, October 31, 2012
I have checked the stats on the blog and apparently - since I started this blog a little over a year ago - the osmosis experiment using eggs has been one of the most popular posts with 1051 views as of today.
So, here it is again!! Or, the link to it! :) Enjoy!
So, here it is again!! Or, the link to it! :) Enjoy!
super yummy - super rich! could not even finish off one piece...
so here is the how to -
make some homemade whipped cream
add some peanut butter, brown sugar, about half a cup of milk and some cream cheese...
mix it all together well...
then make some graham cracker crust by crumbing graham crackers and mixing with butter and pressing into pie plate.
put batter into pie plate and place in freezer to harden up some...
break up one more graham cracker and pound up some chocolate chips to sprinkle on top...
Sunday, October 21, 2012
we bought some organic ginger at the health store the other day....i forgot about it and when i looked at it again in the box, it had sprouted...mind you, it is not ginger planting season by any means in this area right now...but, it had started to grow and i could not kill it or let it die...hence, it was planted.
who knew this stuff could be so easy to grow...i literally think i could step away and come back and it would grow...
Saturday, October 20, 2012
I have been watching a Civil War show tonight that I recorded earlier from PBS. My younger son and I recently did a fieldtrip Friday to a cemetery in a neighboring city. We came across the separate African American cemetery here. This of course created a candid discussion about attitudes framing history in general. We also went to the Confederate cemetery.
I love learning and reading about the Civil War. This started when I was younger and found my still now interest in ancestry. My uncle told me stories he learned from his grandparents when he was younger. Some of these involved Sherman and his march of terror, the atrocities he forced upon helpless families, sometimes alone with women and children while the men were off at war. I learned first hand, from stories passed down, how my great grandparents of several generations ago, along with aunts and uncles and cousins, were raped, maimed, tortured, starved, and killed...under the orders of a man who is honored in the North in history and who is truly a horror of mankind still to some in the South.
These stories were passed along often when discussing old photographs of who was who and what he or she did and how they lived and died. It broke my heart to watch my uncle tear up when I was younger as he described the memory of his grandmother crying from tales of memories personal to her...eating chicken scratch to stay alive, the men, home from war, taking to the swamps and the thicket of the woods to not be killed or harmed by Union soldiers. The houses and barns and corn sheds burned. Winter supplies taken and families with small children left with nothing before the cold of winter set in...
While my son and I were viewing the graves...we noticed how so many were simply unknown.
Rows and rows of unknown.
How many mothers and wives never knew the fate of their sons and spouses? I cannot imagine.
One of the things that struck us most, was the two lone graves of Union soldiers at the gates of the Confederate cemetery.
Though this man's name is unknown as well, he was buried by our men with grace and honor. And, I wondered aloud to my son if the Union buried the dead of our soldiers alongside their own men as we did theirs. We have discussed this in our home once or twice in the last week. The Civil War is also the topic of current study in a homeschool US History course I am teaching at the local resource center with our homeschool group.
Tonight as I am watching this show on PBS, I remember and research the topic online. Congress did not decree until 1956 that Confederate soldiers were Americans still and had a right to be buried in national cemeteries. Apparently, there was a practice of the North to not 1. bury our men at all, and/or 2. not bury them beside their own men. Confederate soldiers were thought of as traitors, not worthy of burial in the same ground. Yet, just yards away from the South's dead in the nearby city, lies the dead of the North...
How is it our country was so embattled in war at the time that practically half the states seceded the Union and yet we still thought highly enough of the humanness of their men to bury them alongside ours? How is it that the North thought so little of the men who just a few months before had been their countrymen and brothers that they could not bury our men or not bury them beside their own? How shocking and how saddening.
Saturday, October 6, 2012
Made a dreamcatcher tonight...it's a small one. It was for practice, but turned out to not be so bad. First one I ever made...now my younger child is sitting next to me starting one of his own...
I covered a plastic ring (from recycled plastic lid, cut into a ring) with yarn.
I started the weave. This is about one to two rows in.
Almost to the center.
Getting ready to tie off the center and add a bead.
Beads, strings, and some feathers added. Ready to hang up for decoration.
Center of weave and beads up close.
Feather and beads up close.