Annabelle Kvam Monday, March 18, 2002
Was out visiting the other day and as we were talking I looked down at my watch and it was 4:00 o’clock. Nothing pushing me whatsoever, but I guess the old habit from years ago on the farm always made us p
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Notes from a Country Kitchen
Fri, Mar 22nd, 2002
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Annabelle Kvam Monday, March 25, 2002
Here is a job we don’t have to do anymore, but it was fun sometimes. I remember one time my sister and I had orders to fill the straw tick off one of the beds upstairs, so we got it to the straw pile, got it filled so nice, started for the house, got the “giggles” dropped it in the mud and did we catch it then.
Remember th’ job you used ta do
Occasionally fer yer ma
Empty and clean the old bed tick
And fill it again with straw?
You only had a little place
In the middle of the tick,
And gittin’ th’ corners
Filled up good
Wasn’t an easy trick.
You’d have to get it
Stuffed in right
Or your ma would make
You keep on
Until you got th’ job done right
Or it wouldn’t be fit to sleep on.
Then you’d have to have
Some help
To get it up the stairs
And handle it purty careful like
For fear that it would tear.
You’d spread some comforts
On it then
(you didn’t have a sheet)
And after you’d put
The “pillers” on
Yer job would be complete.
It rattled some, and was
Rough at first
But when it got more flat,
And th’ straw got kinda
Mixed up fine,
It was purty good at that.
. . . . .
Ole was getting absent minded - one day he poured syrup down his back-and scratched his pancake.
. . . . .
Always behave like a duck, keep clean and unruffled on the surface, but paddle like crazy underneath.
. . . . .
Chuckle
In pioneer days a young fellow was caught stealing horses. He as quickly tried and condemned to hang. The old sheriff put the noose around his neck and told him he could have ten minutes to say anything he wanted. The young man declined. Then the mayor offered to use up the ten minutes with a speech, asked if that would be all right. The horse thief answered, “I guess so, but I’d rather you hang me first.”
. . . . .
The sweetest music comes from an old violin.
. . . . .
Do unto others as if you were one of the others.
. . . . .
Teach us to number our days
Someone has stated how a lifetime of 57 years may be spent: We sleep eighteen years and seven months, fifteen years and five months we work, eight years are spent in recreation, and five more to travel, three years we are sick, and we spend two years getting dressed. Don’t worry about it, this was from 1977; nothing about sitting in front of the TV or computer.
. . . . .
Truly: The seconds of life are rubies, the minutes are .....
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Here is a job we don’t have to do anymore, but it was fun sometimes. I remember one time my sister and I had orders to fill the straw tick off one of the beds upstairs, so we got it to the straw pile, got it filled so nice, started for the house, got the “giggles” dropped it in the mud and did we catch it then.
Remember th’ job you used ta do
Occasionally fer yer ma
Empty and clean the old bed tick
And fill it again with straw?
You only had a little place
In the middle of the tick,
And gittin’ th’ corners
Filled up good
Wasn’t an easy trick.
You’d have to get it
Stuffed in right
Or your ma would make
You keep on
Until you got th’ job done right
Or it wouldn’t be fit to sleep on.
Then you’d have to have
Some help
To get it up the stairs
And handle it purty careful like
For fear that it would tear.
You’d spread some comforts
On it then
(you didn’t have a sheet)
And after you’d put
The “pillers” on
Yer job would be complete.
It rattled some, and was
Rough at first
But when it got more flat,
And th’ straw got kinda
Mixed up fine,
It was purty good at that.
. . . . .
Ole was getting absent minded - one day he poured syrup down his back-and scratched his pancake.
. . . . .
Always behave like a duck, keep clean and unruffled on the surface, but paddle like crazy underneath.
. . . . .
Chuckle
In pioneer days a young fellow was caught stealing horses. He as quickly tried and condemned to hang. The old sheriff put the noose around his neck and told him he could have ten minutes to say anything he wanted. The young man declined. Then the mayor offered to use up the ten minutes with a speech, asked if that would be all right. The horse thief answered, “I guess so, but I’d rather you hang me first.”
. . . . .
The sweetest music comes from an old violin.
. . . . .
Do unto others as if you were one of the others.
. . . . .
Teach us to number our days
Someone has stated how a lifetime of 57 years may be spent: We sleep eighteen years and seven months, fifteen years and five months we work, eight years are spent in recreation, and five more to travel, three years we are sick, and we spend two years getting dressed. Don’t worry about it, this was from 1977; nothing about sitting in front of the TV or computer.
. . . . .
Truly: The seconds of life are rubies, the minutes are .....
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Notes from a Country Kitchen
Fri, Mar 8th, 2002
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Annabelle Kvam Monday, March 11, 2002
Dear Friends,
It is with the saddest heart I pass on the following. Please join me in remembering a great icon - the veteran Pillsbury spokesman:
The Pillsbury Doughboy died yesterday of a .....
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Dear Friends,
It is with the saddest heart I pass on the following. Please join me in remembering a great icon - the veteran Pillsbury spokesman:
The Pillsbury Doughboy died yesterday of a .....
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Notes from a Country Kitchen
Fri, Mar 1st, 2002
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Annabelle Kvam Monday, March 4, 2002
Was feeling sorry for myself the other day, as my legs ached, so I sat down and put them up on a stool and sat there awhile. As I was thinking to myself how much our mothers and dads used their poor old leg .....
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Was feeling sorry for myself the other day, as my legs ached, so I sat down and put them up on a stool and sat there awhile. As I was thinking to myself how much our mothers and dads used their poor old leg .....
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Notes from a Country Kitchen
Fri, Feb 22nd, 2002
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Annabelle Kvam Monday, February 25, 2002
Where does the time go? My son Marty and wife and my daughter Vickie were down to Canton, North Carolina visiting their daughter and niece, Desie and husband Nate. Vickie never forgets her mother when s .....
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Where does the time go? My son Marty and wife and my daughter Vickie were down to Canton, North Carolina visiting their daughter and niece, Desie and husband Nate. Vickie never forgets her mother when s .....
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Notes from a Country Kitchen
Fri, Feb 15th, 2002
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Annabelle Kvam Monday, February 18, 2002
This weather is great, I drove to Preston the other day and went to the nursing home to Vivian’s 91st birthday party and it was so nice. I worked with Vivian years ago, about 50 years I’d say, candling .....
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This weather is great, I drove to Preston the other day and went to the nursing home to Vivian’s 91st birthday party and it was so nice. I worked with Vivian years ago, about 50 years I’d say, candling .....
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Notes from a Country Kitchen
Fri, Feb 8th, 2002
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Annabelle Kvam Monday, February 11, 2002
Valentine Greeting
When I visited my friend,
on St. Valentine’s Day,
I knocked on her door
in my usual way.
But there I faced-
with much disbelief-
a faded outdated
Christmas wre .....
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Valentine Greeting
When I visited my friend,
on St. Valentine’s Day,
I knocked on her door
in my usual way.
But there I faced-
with much disbelief-
a faded outdated
Christmas wre .....
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Notes from a Country Kitchen
Fri, Feb 1st, 2002
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Annabelle Kvam Monday, February 4, 2002
Our nice weather made me think about years ago when spring came. I drove over to Cresco one day last week and what a nice smooth road since they fixed it last fall. Years ago when I was a kid and when sp .....
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Our nice weather made me think about years ago when spring came. I drove over to Cresco one day last week and what a nice smooth road since they fixed it last fall. Years ago when I was a kid and when sp .....
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Notes from a Country Kitchen
Fri, Jan 25th, 2002
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Annabelle Kvam Monday, January 28, 2002
When I am old
Then I’ll live with my children And bring them great joy,
To repay all I’ve had from
Each girl and boy.
I shall draw on the walls and Scuff up the floor;
Run in and out wit .....
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When I am old
Then I’ll live with my children And bring them great joy,
To repay all I’ve had from
Each girl and boy.
I shall draw on the walls and Scuff up the floor;
Run in and out wit .....
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