My lands today was another full day! I put up 20 jars of my homemade tomato sauce, 20 jars of tomato soup and 15 jars of my momma's piccalilli. I am dead tired but looking at the rows of canned jars down the root cellar has me glowing with pride.
That tomato patch I worked so hard at was a dead loss in the marketing sense of the way things are, but I was determined they wouldn't go to waste. I learned my lesson real good.
Tomorrow I am going to finish canning the rest of the tomato's after the washing is done. John knew I was upset over the loss of the tomato patch , but being the gentleman he is he didn't say a word. Just came in the kitchen for lunch and said something smelled so good he could smell it all the way to the barn. I told him to go along with himself ,but that flattery will get you a second piece of pie for sure!
Little Jim came home with a B on his latest spelling test, but he is still strugglin' with his math facts. John tooks some heavy paper from the cupboard and had Jim write his facts in dark pencil on squares he cut up. He said he would test Jim each night for 10 minutes or so with these little cards. He told Jim his teacher Miss Randolph taught him how to memorize them this way and it helped him alot.
After gettin' the children settled and in bed and getting the kitchen tidy for tomorrow's work I went and sat down in the parlour with John. It was so strange to be sitting in there, just him and I . We hadn't known how to relax for years. I swear we are getting more done than before! I am keeping my priorities straight now and the sleddin' is a bit smoother for sure.
I picked up my knitting and John was looking at the local farmers magazine while we listened to a broadcast of The Shadow. I do like that program, but Abbott & Costello are still my favorite by far. I am working on some Christmas gifts for the family. John will have some new wool socks and a cardigan. The children need new cardigans and hats and mittens--they are growing so fast I can't keep up with 'em.
Well, time to put the pencil and pad down and get some sleep. John is already snorin' away next to me!
This is a continuation of Agnes Sligh Turnbull's short story When Queens Ride By, first published in 1932. You are reading the diary of Jennie Musgrave and her journey back to the heart of her home. Jennie is a farm wife living in the 1940's in rural Massachusetts. Her diary chronicles her account of returning to the role God made especially for her, that of help-meet to her husband and loving mother. It is my sincere wish this diary bless you. ~Suzanne
Thursday, May 6, 2010
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
As glorious Autumn unfolds, my mind is still wrapped around all the 'fall cleaning'. Well, if I am honest I haven't done a Spring or Fall cleaning in so many years that I shouldn't call it anything but deep cleaning I guess. My Mum always said cleanliness was next to Godliness. I am thinkin' maybe she was right.