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Early voting…

Day one of early voting in Florida found me in a socially distanced line waiting to vote, which is all I have to say about this election. The first election that I actually remember was the 1956 election. I was turning eight, and horrified to realize that Eisenhower might not continue to be president. Since I thought life was just perfect as it was I worried that he wouldn’t be re-elected. Or they could elect my daddy, I thought that would be a dandy idea also. Next up was the 1960 election of JFK, a big deal in MA of course, so that left a lasting impression. But with a voting age of 21, and due to my July birthday, the first election I was able to vote in was the 1972 election. I was living in San Diego at the time, so waiting for my husband to get home from work meant that Nixon had already been declared the winner before I went out and voted with my home state, the only state to go for McGovern.

To be honest I had to look up a list of the presidential elections after that to remind myself who ran, who was elected, and who I voted for. I’m only batting 500, but I actually thought it was worse than that, and for me most of those elections came and went without a lot of emotion on my part. Probably the most memorable one was the 2000 Bush/Gore election, which isn’t surprising. But it so happened that a friend of the family was on the Bush election team, which is probably why my two oldest grandkids were very aware of the election and excited about it. We walked to the polls to vote that morning, the kids rode their new scooters and we were going to McDonald’s for breakfast afterwards. The line was just long enough for it to seem like an event, but not so long that the kids got bored. They were allowed into the polling booth with me and they were given their own “I voted” stickers. For this grandmother it was the perfect educational moment, I just loved everything about that day, until the vote count. It was educational in an entirely unexpected way when my grandson asked me several weeks later, “Hey Mimi, did they ever figure out who won that election?”

The story of this election is still to be written… God bless America…

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Back to normal…

Four long days of driving gave me lots of time to think about what I’d do when I got home, but so far it seems I’ve done almost nothing at all.  Four long days of being home and not being able to decide what to do have followed.  Maybe it’s the heat, or maybe I’m just really tired.  I remembered how I thought I would enjoy being online without having to compete for a chance to plug in the computer, but I’ve hardly done that either.  But I finally decided to look at the pictures I took on my last day in the Tetons.  As usual I had headed out in the car early that day, and this time I stopped to see the bison on the west, the mountain, side of the road.  That gives a different perspective on the scene, doesn’t it?  And imagine my surprise when I looked at the very first picture that I took and realized that I’d caught a mom and baby.08-02-20momandbaby08-02-20buffaloflowerI chatted with another photographer as we enjoyed the scene.  He had lived in the area for 40 years he said, and he takes every chance he gets to enjoy the scenery in the good weather, because the winters are brutal.  Which reminded me of what my friend said about visiting the campground in the winter, or attempting to visit their campsite.  Thigh deep snow defeated their attempt.  And my cousin had stressed that she sits out on her deck and enjoys her flowers every minute that she can because the summer is so short in Jackson.  It really was perfect summer weather with chilly nights and then hot in the sun.  I found that if I sat in dappled shade to read a book I needed a sweatshirt.  Yes, to me that was perfect weather, and a wonderful trip that I was lucky to be able to enjoy.  Especially this year, when things aren’t quite normal.  I’m not sure I feel quite normal either, but I’m working on it…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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The Silver Dollar Bar and Grill…

My cousin and I tried to have dinner at the Silver Dollar Bar several days before I took these pictures, but there was a line.  That social distancing thing.  This time I had stopped in Jackson to find a bookstore, and after I shopped I realized that the bar was around the corner and I decided to try again.  My friends had visited this bar on vacation last year and enjoyed it.  And the description reminded me of someplace I went with Charley in 1992.  Is there only one bar out west with silver dollars embedded in the bar top?  Probably not, but I knew that he would have loved this one, so I decided to stop and have a beer.  It was lunch with Charley again, it’s been a while.  And this bar is located in the Wort Hotel, which is a gorgeous stop also.07-24-20worthotel107-24-20worthotel207-24-20silverdollarbaronionrings.jpg

If you stop there be sure to get the onion rings, they were the best ever!

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Just a sight to see as you walk around Jackson…

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Charley-isms…

Charley didn’t exactly rename all the pets in the family, but he adulterated their names into a semblance of what they once were.  We all adopted his terminology also, and that includes my eventual nick-name of ‘Neemie’.  My daughter once told me that her friends asked her why she called her mother Neemie, and she said that she answered that it was a long story.  A long and silly story, actually, and it’s not my point here at all.  No, I found myself looking for “buffalumps” again yesterday.  Another of Charley’s verbal adulterations, and I decided that this time he was more accurate than he probably intended when he called them that.  Once you are lucky enough to find them, and get your big lens out and want to observe them, you discover that they don’t do much but lay around.  Once I noticed all the little birds on the ground around one that was standing and grazing I couldn’t help but make the rest of the pictures all about the birds.

We were a little closer to them than we probably should have been, but they were close to the road so if you pulled over that’s just where you were.  Eventually one looked over right at me, and I decided that maybe I ought to move on…07-14-20buffalobirdagain07-14-20buffalobirds07-14-20buffalobirds207-14-20buffalobirds307-14-20buffalopair07-14-20threebirds07-14-20buffaloheyyou

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Those family recipes…

I had a brainstorm.  Nothing new, right?  Evidently I was also having them a (horrifyingly long time ago.  A time before the internet, before Pinterest, and before Allrecipies.  A time before your dear daughter could just text or message you to ask for a recipe.  It was a time when my daughter was getting married and I imagined her having to cook everyday, and I thought that she might like to have those simple, every day recipes that she had enjoyed as she grew up.  And so I searched for a book of some sort in which I could write-in those recipes.  This one was just what I was looking for.  I left lots of empty pages also, pages that she filled with recipes from friends and relatives, and others that she found over the years.  That that book has been well-used is evident from the worn out spine and the spills from dinners made over the years.  I’m especially tickled to know that my granddaughters have made some of those recipes in that book, even though finding new recipes to cook is a much easier task these days.06-13-20cookbook

A few years went by before my son was getting married, and I took that same idea a little further for my new daughter-in-law.  I had discovered Longaberger baskets by then, and further discovered that they had a recipe box available.  So I bought some cute recipe cards and sent a few to various relatives on both sides of the family, so that she now has a box full of hand-written recipes from special people in her life.

All of this came to mind when I was at my son’s house the other day, and in talking about the bullfrogs we were drinking I mentioned that I wished I hadn’t lost the recipe for a drink we used to make called Creamsicles.  They may not have totally unpacked since their recent move, but my DIL was able to go straight to that recipe box and the first recipe I saw was for Creamsicles.  As she talked about how much she enjoyed having those hand written recipes from favorite people it made my little heart go pitter-pat.  And the Creamsickles, can’t wait to make them again.  I used to make them for the kids too, without the vodka of course…06-13-20creamsckes

As much as I love technology, sometimes the old-fashioned way can just tweak at your heart strings.

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Monkey business…

When I was a kid swinging on the monkey bars at the playground I’m sure that I thought I looked just like these ‘swingers’ at the zoo the other day.  Their acrobatics were amazing, they were constantly in motion.  I still remember what it feels like to swing like that, but my swinging days are in the distant past.

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05-28-20monleyview05-29-20thinking05-28-20swinger305-28-20swinger4And then they sat and posed, and seemed to be thinking.  Maybe about Herman?  I was attracted to the color in the feature photo and then realized it was a memorial to Herman, “A Gentle Soul and a Friend to Many”.