Emptyknitster

Hubby and I were up early, ready to get the day started: 1. Get house clean. 2. Do some fall yardwork. 3. Watch the GRIZ game. 4. Discover the albino turkey!! I jumped in the car with my jammies on, hubby went cross country and we met at the bottom of the hill with these photos! A very fun start to the day.

When I went to Butte High School, I would walk by Gamer's Bakery everyday on the way home. It was the closest thing that Butte will ever have to a tearoom. Carl owned and ran Gamer's. He wore a bow tie and greeted everyone that came into the bakery as if they were a long lost friend. Carl made me feel like I was his most wanted and important customer - even as a teen. Hubby reminded me that Carl didn't use a cash register. He would take the money from you when the bill was paid and pull out a wad of cash from his pocket if you needed change. I was introduce to pasties at Gamer's. They are the BEST pasties on the face of the Earth! I thought that Gamer's had closed when Carl died but was delighted to find out they are still operating and at the same loca

A few of my teen years were spent in unique Butte Montana. For me these were wonderful years. The people there are unlike any other people I have ever met, they are your true and loyal friends unless you do them wrong; and if you do, you will never earn their trust again. They will gladly give you anything you need - even if they will have to do without. When we moved there we were only suppose to be there for two years, my father rented a little house on the west side of Butte. At the time there were other parts of Butte that were in worse condition but the soon got eaten up by The Pit. I loved this area because although we lived in a small house we were surrounded by mansions...... Our house was in between the Schilling's house and an old rest home that later housed a family of twelve children. (The single mother had hopes of making it into a boardinghouse) The Schillings were an elderly, childless couple that took us under their wings. Helen bought me my first cashmere swe

Sammy is our latest little fellow to start school. He began kindergarten this fall already reading. His Momma reports that he is reading a chapter of "Magic Tree House" each night before he goes to bed. Yea Sammy!! When Sam's Daddy was little one of his favorite books was Sam I am and soon our father began calling him Sam. Sometimes Scott would even tell strangers that Sam was his first name. So it was with fond memories that our Sammie got his name. Oh how I love this little guy!

Even a fire couldn't keep Hubby and I from going to the opening Griz game in Missoula. We got up early Saturday morning and drove through the fire and across the state. We entered the stadium just in time to see the Grizzlies kick off the football season. There were the usual pregame opening activities. The Silvertip skydivers, and Monte entering the stadium. Monte encouraging the crowd. Touchdowns were made, and at halftime Hubby and I headed to the bookstore. We met brother Steve and the Waltons heading to a tailgate party. We had a great time in Washington Griz Staduim!

Bliss...