Hello all, and I do hope you are keeping warm and not snowed under. We started out with rain, but it turned to snow with wicked winds and slippery driveways and a lot of treacherous highways. Lots of accidents and skidding off the roads. I’m really thankful for each and every day, good or bad.
Well, now I’ve gone and done something I didn’t think I would be doing again. Yep, I’m having all my family coming by this weekend to pick up their gifts and have a bite or two to eat. I cooked apples for stack cake today and plan to bake tomorrow, and I also have to pick up a few last minute groceries.
I plan to bake a ham, make kraut and kielbasa, mashed potatoes, baked beans, macaroni and cheese, Mexi-corn, rolls, Jell-O salad and of course, stack cake. Not a Christmas meal, just food the family likes.
The only bad thing about this is the fact that I have to spread it over three days, Saturday, Sunday and Monday. My family has outgrown my house and too many little ones always on the move, going hither and yon.
Red’s niece Lena Stallard called today from Pound, Va., and said all were well but they had more snow down there than we had here.
He called his sister Jean Hunsucker and she said that she was doing well. She also told him that Wilma Hampton is seriously ill and needs all our prayers, and so does her family. Wilma is the wife of Billy D. Hampton, one of Lena’s uncles. Red has known this family all his life and I met them when I went to teach at Upper Cumberland School.
My tree is up (sitting on a crate) and the gifts are all ready, except I still have three to go. I really can’t imagine what’s got into me this year. I do believe the spirit of Christmas is working overtime.
It’s Thursday already and shopping is all done, stack cake baked and a backache. I’ve just got to face facts, this old gray mare just ain’t what she used to be, but I’m really thankful for each day I can get out of bed, see the face of my dear one, smell coff ee brewing and can hear whatever noises there might be. Isn’t life grand?
I got a call from good friend Dorothy Potter. She’s practically a neighbor now as she just moved to Madison from South Carolina. I am so glad for her. She sounded so happy and contented. Georgia called while I was baking the cake, said she and Richard may stop by tonight.
I just found out a young man who was raised just two houses away from us is in the hospital in serious condition. His name is Jeff Pratt and they were here when we moved to Clifton Ave. in 1961. A really great family.
Richard and Georgia just came by so I had better get a move on before my gal Friday stops by. In fact she’s here now.
So in closing, I wish you a fantastic week. Be good, stay warm and happiness and peace be with each and every one. Love and prayers to all.
Emma Lou Engle, 4801 Clifton Ave., Lorain, OH 44055, (440) 233-7548, emmalouengle@yahoo. com