... and what's up with the red wagon?
I have vivid memories of gluing the fabric aprons onto this project at VBS 1955.
I was a member of the Peppy Peppers 4-H club; claim to fame here is a champion ribbon at the local 4-H fair for a gathered skirt. Championship projects were sent to compete at the Indiana State Fair, where I won a blue ribbon AND a check for $3.00 … a pretty good prize in 1961. Sure wish I had that skirt and a copy of my check!
The fabric I used for my skirt is on a quilt block. The picture is from my pattern; these are my ribbons.
In the late 60s I left a secretarial pool where I was failing miserably, floundered a bit, and ended up a nurse. This was by the grace of the good Lord, and the skin of my teeth, (and I mean that literally). I am so happy to say nursing allowed me to live in several States; I’ve worked in every imaginable area of nursing. The job I have now requires way less adrenaline than most jobs in my career and that’s a really good thing!
My favorite job during the first two decades of my nursing career: CareFlight Reno NV – that’s me kneeling in the center
It was world class health care, http://www.vicc.org/ that brought me to TN. I love TN but when it’s all said and done I intend to end up back in southern IN with the bones of my fore-fathers. My ancestors settled in southern IN in 1816.
Speaking of bones, I have a deep appreciation for history and the artifacts of our past. While living in
I happened upon an opportunity, totally unrelated to nursing, that I am so very proud to have been a part of …sort of an art meets history, dream-come-true. The people and the story deserve their own post, and I might sometime, but for now here’s a peek. Nevada
My daughter is an actor; she lives with me. We have two cats, and a stray on the porch. My niece, a college student, comes and goes (IN to TN, etc etc). I am blessed, and the three of us love to celebrate our country roots: the music, musicians, pig roasts, tractor pulls, truck pulls, hats, boots, rodeo, bull riding, all things pork, fresh tomatoes, corn, homemade jelly and green beans, (did I mention pork?), etc. etc.
Ls, Kels, me (daughter, niece, me)
Some how I ended up with my brother’s wagon (circa 1963 …it’s mine all mine now!). Over the years it’s been passed along and loved. In the summer my wagon and I are always putter’n in the yard; I couldn’t live with it. So there you have it, me and my little red wagon putter’n around blogland. Glad ya stopped by, ya’ll come back now ‘ya hear !!