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I thought that I was done posting pictures of the local wildlife, the fawns have lost their spots and I'm sure that by now you're thinking, " A white turkey is a white turkey and the only good turkey is on the dinner table." But I couldn't resist! Every fall the bucks get really dumb! It's only beginning... and Al just happened to be strolling by.

Yesterday, I wrote about my mother's maternal grandmother. I thought I'd add a memory of my mother's paternal grandmother. Emily Caroline Plowman married Gilead Cheney. Both were from Illinois. They were married in 1861 at her father's home in Sangamon County, Illinois. Gilead farmed in Virden Ilinois, and I heard once that they moved to St. Louis for a time and he was a storekeeper (unconfirmed). They then moved their family, including four children, to Denver Colorado. The family owned/or ran/ or worked at a quarry. My mother remembered being told by her mother that Emily was a delicate little lady that had been brought up as a "gentile lady". My grandmother spent many hours waiting on her as well as starching and ironing the many pieces of lace that she wore. Emily died in 1917 before my mother was born. I have this tortoise shell comb that she used in her hair.

It's so sweet that daughter Sarah posted the following pictures: http://thepurlsoflife.blogspot.com/

My third graders read a story every year called The Keeping Quilt . It is about a family that immigrates to the United States from Russia. As most people of past generations, this family was very frugal and when their clothes wore out they still found uses for the remaining sturdy bits and pieces. The family in the story makes a quilt from the old clothing, and the quilt is passed down from one generation to the next. I love this story, it allows me to bring and share the baby quilt that my Great-grandmother made for my mother when she was born. This quilt was made from pieces of clothes that I'm sure had seen better days. I like to believe that some were from my Great-grandfather's "Sunday go to meeting shirt" or my Great-grandmother's dress, and maybe even her mother's dress. My Great-grandmother and Great-grandfather, Catherine Hedges Jamison and Alfred Jamison, were pioneers who settled in Kansas and later in Estes Park Colorado. They raised a large fa

Introducing Little Mo! Monte and Mo had a great time at the game Saturday. It was an outstanding game from start to finish!

Hubby and I started out for the Homecoming game on Friday. Weather was bad, roads icy and snowy, so we wanted to take our time, AND by the way, Gamer's closes at 2:00. We needed to make it to Butte in time for a PASTY! Hubby and I had a great lunch and visited with a local historian. I found out that the home we always called "The Castle" was originally the home of William Clarke's son. I also found out that this photo is indeed the famous "Blood Alley" where my brothers got the tar beat out of them on a regular basis. (They always have been lovers not fighters!) I loved Butte and the time we lived there, but no so the rest of the family! When my father was transferred to Butte, he was told we would live there no more that two years. At the three year mark Mom and Dad became desperate to get out. So much so that Dad's boss called him at home one evening and asked if he wanted a transfer. He hung up the phone and told the family we were moving. They sta

After seeing the Albino turkey, I researched and according to the Fish and Game an albino turkey occurs in 1 in 100,000 hatchings. This Saturday and Sunday the Albino Turkey was back, it has been suggested that our white turkey "AL" is just a domestic turkey that got side tracked!

When we lived in Butte my mother would give me a list of items to go buy. I would put my brother Scott in the stroller and walk the six blocks or so to Penney's, Mode O'Day, and Woolworth's to do my shopping. I remember taking my brother to Penney's for his first professional photo, and later taught him to sip form a straw at the soda fountain in Woolworth's. I bought the yarn at Woolworth's for my first major knitting project, it was a royal blue cardigan sweater with white Scottie dogs on it, made for my baby brother. (we had a West Highland Terrier named Willie at the time, double meaning!)

HOPE YOUR DAY HAS BEEN WONDERFUL! Love and Kisses, Gramma and Grandpa