But in Indiana it's not like New York where everyone's like, 'We're from New York and we're the best' or 'We're from Texas and we like things big' it's more like 'We're from Indiana and we're gonna move."
I must have had THE WORST driving day of all times today. I even blasted my horn at an old lady! Sorry. Everyday that I leave my street I am furious by the time I get to the first traffic light. I'm not a violent or un-understanding person. Anyone who knows me knows that one thing about me. But, PLEASE, people, learn how to drive!!!!! OMG, I could go on for days. (Breathe, count to 10.) But, I won't. I am not without experience, mind you. I have driven in most of the states of our nation. So, it is not as though I don't have a point of reference. When I see someone driving like a "normal human being" I think to myself, 'They must not be from here' Really.
Monday, May 24, 2010
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
These iris bulbs were here when we bought the house in Dec. 2007 but of course we didn't know about them until spring. We were thrilled when they came up the first year we were here. This year, though...let's just say they must of had a lovely winter and their showing this year is magnificent! These are the heartiest iris' I've ever seen! 6 to 8 huge blooms on each stem. Even the bulbs that my husband moved to other beds are doing great. We had one gold one last year but, the lavender and bi-color ones are new (and facinating!) The last picture features our Border Collie, Allie, posing, er, resting.
Again, the wonderful scent... oh the memories...
Friday, May 7, 2010
Dear Ella and kids well I am feeling fine thay sure nice to me I had 5 x-rays yesterday an 3 today nice S.E. room on floor. The Dr. said he was (? positive ) it wasn't something else. I will have to take insulin shots at most anything. So it won't be so bad afterall. Drive careful. By love George.
Okay. so the story is this: my grandfather worked for the Santa Fe Railroad in Cleburne, Texas and when you needed to go into the hospital you went to the Santa Fe hospital in Temple, TX. My grandmother was a nurse at the time. This was when they found out that he was diabetic. Turns out he was a "brittle diabetic" (extremely difficult to control his blood sugar level). He sent her this postcard to let her know when to drive down to pick him up from the hospital. You didn't pick up the phone and call someone in those days, it cost money. A postcard and a 1 cent stamp was cheaper.
So, I just spent the last 30 min. or so looking at the old photo album. The obituary from the Cleburne newspaper doesn't give the date (or it was cut off) but, PaPa died in 1959 (?) I remember that I was 5 years old and in a car parked in the Santa Fe hospital parking lot late at night and my mother came out to the car crying and said that "Daddy passed away". My uncle was sitting with me and my little brother, sister and cousins in the car. It was warm and the windows were down. Must have been summer.
That's the way it was in those days.