Portrait of a Pancake Breakfast

Our village held a pancake breakfast yesterday at the VFW hall to fund raise for our various Centennial celebrations this year.  $2 got a body pancakes, sausages, coffee, and orange juice.  Not a bad deal.

1.  The village mascot, Ardmore V. Parker (who actually hadn’t been seen since 1917), reels in potential eaters.

2 & 3.  The makin’ of the cakes.

4.  Taking home a doggie bag for Wussy was a must.  I’d never be forgiven if I came home with sausagebreath and no doggie bag.

5.  Wussy:  “I can’t believe I ate the wholllllllle thing!!” 

Wussy is a 13 pound shihtoodle.  I think the doggie bag weighed more than the doggie.  On the other hand, an hour later he was totally ready to do it all over again.

Mr. Eggwards                                     Artist:  Kimber Fiebiger

Mount St. Marys Park                St. Charles, IL 

Not too sure how the Dominican Sisters would feel about Mr. Eggwards sitting on their wall…………….

Mount St. Marys Park runs along the Fox River, & was the site of a farm run by the Roman Catholic order of the Dominican Sisters, across the road from the Farnsworth Mansion that the order had bought back in 1907 to use as both a boarding school for girls and a day school for boys & girls, covering the grade school years thru high school.   The school ran until 1972.  On one side of Route 31 were the mansion, a barn, windmill, and greenhouse.  On the other side of Route 31, running along the river, were the farm for cows & chickens & large athletic fields for the students. 

The middle two photos are old old postcards showing the mansion rehabbed to house students.  Originally built in 1860, it had had an extensive fire & had been rebuilt before the sisters purchased the mansion & all the surrounding land for $15,000.  (How times have changed………….)

The mansion was razed & that property is now a subdivision.  But the property along the Fox River has been turned into a beautiful park of outdoor sculptures, some of them for sale.  Mr. Eggwards is not for sale. 

thebearandpeanut:

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July 16, 1951: The Catcher in the Rye is Published

On this day in 1951, J.D. Salinger’s novel, The Catcher in the Rye, was published. The novel tells the story of 16-year-old Holden Caulfield, a troubled character who challenged 1950s conformity, much like Salinger himself.

Due to its somewhat rebellious tone, Salinger’s work has been linked to issues of controversy and censorship.  Even so, over 60 years later, The Catcher in the Rye has sold over 65 million copies and continues to sell an additional 500,000 each year.

Learn about the novel’s path to publication with American Masters’ J. D. Salinger infographic.

Photo:  A 1951 copy of J.D. Salinger’s The Catcher in the Rye (Rare Book and Special Collections Division, Library of Congress). 

Hey! Guess what? I was one of those rebellious kids in high school who read this and decided Holden Caulfield was my hero. I don’t care if that makes me a stereotype. I could have chosen a much worse role model.

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The Catcher in the Rye was going to be required reading in my high school English class but I didn’t know that the summer day I walked into our village library & tried to check the book out when I was in 7th grade.  The librarian refused to allow me to check it out.  Said it wasn’t suitable for minors.  I walked home & told my mother.  My Irish Mother.  Nobody really wants to incur the wrath of an Irish Mother.  But the librarian managed to do just that that day.  My mother walked me back over to the library & informed their staff that under no circumstances was I to be stopped from checking out any book that I wanted to check out.   That censorship, if it was to be done at all, was her job, not theirs.   I don’t know whether it was the look in my mother’s eye or the tone of my mother’s voice, but I was never again denied a book. 

(Reblogged from thebearandpeanut)
(Reblogged from squishabledotcom)

a gorgeous day, forget all the DIY stuff, forget all the people to meet and promises to keep stuff, it’s too beautiful not to head out letterboxing………………

Voting Rights

I just found out that there are less than 100 registered voters in the U.S. with my last name.  Now I happen to know that there are more than 100 of us in the U.S. who are legally old enough to vote. 

I know that I’m registered to vote.  Not that I vote all that intelligently sometimes.  In fact, every so often I wonder about me.  I voted for Blago………twice. 

On the other hand, the alternative was………………….well, it just was. 

SO WHICH OF YOU COUSINS O’ MINE AIN’T REGISTERED TO VOTE?!?!?     ‘FESS UP!!

(If you’re in the U.S. illegally, I’ll forgive you.  On the other hand, if you’re in the U.S. illegally but living in Chicago, then there’s no excuse for not voting.  Even dead people vote in Chicago for pete’s sake.)

atlanticinfocus:

From Sustainable Ranching in Colorado, one of 19 photos. Cowboy David Thompson carries the reigns of a horse’s headstall while preparing to gather cattle near Ignacio, Colorado, on June 10, 2014. (Reuters/Lucas Jackson)

r-e-i-n-s.

(Reblogged from atlanticinfocus)

Waiting for an oil change………

I hate coffee.  I hate pretzels.  I hate suckers. 

But the people are really sweet.

Stairway to Heaven   (Led Zeppelin)

There’s a lady who’s sure all that glitters is gold
And she’s buying a stairway to heaven.
When she gets there she knows, if the stores are all closed
With a word she can get what she came for.
Ooh, ooh, and she’s buying a stairway to heaven.

There’s a sign on the wall but she wants to be sure
‘Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings.
In a tree by the brook, there’s a songbird who sings,
Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven.

Ooh, it makes me wonder,
Ooh, it makes me wonder.

There’s a feeling I get when I look to the west,
And my spirit is crying for leaving.
In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees,
And the voices of those who stand looking.

Ooh, it makes me wonder,
Ooh, it really makes me wonder.

And it’s whispered that soon, if we all call the tune,
Then the piper will lead us to reason.
And a new day will dawn for those who stand long,
And the forests will echo with laughter.

If there’s a bustle in your hedgerow, don’t be alarmed now,
It’s just a spring clean for the May queen.
Yes, there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run
There’s still time to change the road you’re on.
And it makes me wonder.

Your head is humming and it won’t go, in case you don’t know,
The piper’s calling you to join him,
Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow, and did you know
Your stairway lies on the whispering wind?

And as we wind on down the road
Our shadows taller than our soul.
There walks a lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
How everything still turns to gold.
And if you listen very hard
The tune will come to you at last.
When all are one and one is all
To be a rock and not to roll.

And she’s buying a stairway to heaven.