THOSE WONDERFUL OLD FASHIONED TIMES, PLACES & THINGS

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As far back as I can remember my grandparents place, on my Mother’s side, was a very traditional old fashioned farmhouse that we all loved to visit. To one and all in our family & neighbors, it was simply ‘Baba’s House,’ a typical Ukrainian home.  A prairie farm where neighbors were welcome any hour of the day or evening.  There was always a continual flow of family members coming to visit or help out whenever needed. Often enough visits turned into just having a filling meal and fellowship.

The memorable part for me, was the love we felt in a home that was filled with old fashioned things.

Our Baba was a tiny woman, barely 5 ft tall, but strong when it came to ‘ruling her roost’. That included the men in her household especially.  I could see why she had to stand her ground or they would have put too much on her shoulders in those times.  Children were exempt.  She adored all of us.  Most of the time we were respectful but the odd times when we got out of line, she would call us by name and look threateningly fearful by shaking her cane at us.  And that was more than enough to settle us into being angels for long enough to be back in her good book.  That was usually done by offering to do some small chores for her.  Then she was immediately softhearted & generous.  Her apron pockets contained loose change or white peppermints which she gave us whenever we went to the garden or gathered eggs for her, helped feed the baby chicks.  It was a win – win for us kids at Baba’s house. A woman with a heart of gold.baby chicks

 

 

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There were plums and apples to pick from the orchard and rhubarb.  After we helped pulling it out,  Baba would cut it and give us a rather generous bowl of SUGAR! My cousins & I would sit on the steps dipping the sour rhubarb into it and I remember making faces and shivering but we kept on eating just the same.

Imagine giving children SUGAR like that today?  My children were monitored on that one too!  I watched their sugar intake like a hawk.

But nothing dreadful happened to us in our day!  We got stung by a bee once in a while, scared by a garden snake, walked through poison ivy more than once and yes, we suffered  a bit but our Babas, Grandmas & Moms had a poultice or remedy of some kind that worked every time!  It was kept simple.

We had a blast out in the endless yard, playing tag, hide an seek, running races across the open field and collapsing under the prairie sky, daydreaming as clouds of all formations rolled easily overhead.IMG_0752

 

 

 

 

The house itself was a great old fashioned two story with many small rooms.  There wasn’t a master suite or barely closets in those days.  Hooks on the walls held the everyday clothing and the Sunday wear was neatly folded in old dresser drawers.  This house was older than the one I grew up in and it was filled with lovely antique furniture.

My cousins and I loved climbing the steep narrow staircase & exploring the upper room that spanned across the entire house. Old lamps, several comfy beds, shelves of books, trunks of clothing and calendars that had hung on the walls for so long the wallpaper had faded around it.  Beautiful handmade rugs covered the wood plank floor.  If it rained, or in the evenings when the adults played cards or the women worked on their quilting bees, we played guessing games, talked about school, who we liked, whom we didn’t. We looked through old family albums repeatedly and tried on the clothing and compared fashions.  As I stroll down memory lane, how I wish I had the camera that I have now, but taking photos then were only for special occasions.

When we had exhausted all of the above, we ‘d crank up the old Victrola and dance to the ‘oldies’ in our finest attire we had pulled out of the trunks.  Lastly, we flopped on the beds & vanished into the feather down quilts and slept until woken to go home.

Amazing…Not one of us had any allergies to feathers, dusty rafters or woolly material!  Everything was an adventure from the machinery, to the sheds (filled with more old furniture and items of interest).  We were continually on the hunt to see who could find “the neatest stuff”

Old farm water can ROAD LESS TRAVELLED raspberry hollies

 

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We weren’t allowed to play with the axe!  EVER! But our Uncle Harry was grateful and paid us in nickles if we helped him carry wood because Baba needed an endless supply for her monster wood burning stove and her constant cooking and baking bread & buns!  There was hearty homemade soup through every season to go with that bread.  My grandfather, (Gi Gi) had to have his soup everyday whether it was a hundred degrees in the shade or fifty below. When he was busy out in the field we took a huge container out to him along with a jug of cold well water and he would stop long enough to eat, right there in the blazing prairie sun.  If we were lucky to catch him at the right time, we got to drive the tractor once around the field. That was our reward.

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These are a few of the memories that I hold dear to my heart about the ‘good old days’ which at the time I never realized how golden they would be to me one day.  It is always a new experience for me each time I recall the simplicity of life and how content we were with what we had.  These pages of my mind come alive as I write and I am in my ‘happy place’,  knowing I am saving at least a tiny glimpse of them for the new generations of our family to learn about if they wish to do so.  The years have rolled quickly by but the one thing that has stayed in my heart since childhood, and has never left or changed… is my love for those old fashioned things.  They were instilled in my spirit because of the years of growing up around ‘Baba’s House’.

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TIMES  & PLACES OF OLD FASHIONED

THINGS

 

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Oh how I loved old fashioned things!

Cast iron pans. A kettle that sings.

Fine china cups, pretty teapots and plates…

Pictures on calendars with very old dates.

Long velvet dresses in purple s or reds.

Antique lace curtains and four poster beds.

Oh how I loved fresh coffee that’s perked…blue emamel

 

 

 

 

The taste of baked bread.  Brown soil newly worked.

That old fashioned farmhouse, had a loveseat for two.

A warm cozy fire and things we could do.

Wood steps to the attic where I’d often see

Hand knitted clothing, once worn by me.

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Wild flowers in a jar always graced the table.

Soft little kittens played inside the stable.

Picking apples off trees, after a summer shower

That old fashioned clock that chimed on the hour.

White painted fences, freshly mown grass.

YELLOW FLOWERS

Neighbors who smiled and waved as they passed.

BLOSSOM BEAUTYWith springtime  blossoms, I remember those things

The time that it was…

And the memories it brings.***

I’m sure everyone of us has a place in our hearts and memories that we wish we could go back to…just one more time.  Going back to my Baba’s House would be one of mine.

Thank you for reading a few more pages of my mind. If I don’t get my blogs out as quickly as I did in the past, please hang in there with me. I have been busy promoting my book: 101 BLESSINGS, which hopefully will be out in another week or two at the latest. I will be setting up the links for it next week and am very excited for the release date to arrive!  Also I am working on two novels and hoping for a publishing date of mid September on the first one.  I have been getting many requests to make my blog into a book and actually that was my first plan when I began this blog about 9 months ago.  I wanted to get feedback on my ideas and they have been overwhelmingly positive. Thank you everyone who contributed to the hundreds of encouraging comments about it! It is in the planning stage as of two weeks ago, thanks to all your requests.

Have a wonderful weekend!  I plan to spend quite a bit of time writing by the lake.  The weather is perfect here.  As I have said so many times my spot beside the water is where my best inspiration comes from. Blessings to everyone of you. I appreciate your comments enormously. They are life changing.

Until next blog, take care,

Memory Laneme again

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