Something About Nothing

I pulled this photo out for a flashback because I think it's cute and funny.  The large circle is around my grandparents.  I love Grandma's hair - up and high for the special occassion.  Grandma's dress is down to her knees because Grandpa liked to see Grandma's great legs.  I remember going with them to DeMars dress shop and hearing Grandpa give this very opinion.  Remembering Grandpa Lou always makes me smile.  The person with the square around her face is Grandpa's twin sister, Louise.  The wedding is for Aunt Louise's youngest son Jerry.

Chicago is famous for food like Pizza, Hot Dogs and Italian Beef Sandwiches, however one of the things I missed right away after I moved west was Pork Roast with Bread Dumplings.  Bread dumplings were readily available in the freezer section back home but not out west.  I wondered what people ate with pork roast if they didn't have bread dumplings. Fortunately my Grandmother gave me an easy recipe that I am going to pass along to you today. The recipe (given below) only requires two slices of bread, some flour, eggs, milk, baking powder, salt and parsley.   I was out of parsley so I left it out. After mixing it all together with a spoon you divide the dough into two balls. I always roll these two balls into loaf shapes as it is easier for them to cook evenly. The dough then sits for an hour or so (I actually often cover mine loosely with plastic wrap and stick it in the fridge for a couple hours so that I can take a ...

One of the saddest parts of my Mother and Grandmother being gone is that they aren't here to tell me who these people are. . . I've inherited numerous photos, some are beautiful, some are funny, some are even out of focus.  I love them all because they represent a moment in time.  How can you not love a photo of a woman in the real fur coat standing by a plastic Santa Claus on a green lawn.  I have no idea who she is but she makes me smile.  I'm sure Mom or Grandma would know and they would have a funny story about the picture too. The black and white photo at the bottom looks like it might have been taken at one the apartments we lived in in Chicago, but I have no idea who the tall thin man is in front of it.  He seems very mysterious to me. The picture of the two boys buried at the top right was with a stack of photos that were taken in England.  My guess is they are siblings, cousins, neighbors or friends of my Au...

These are a couple of my favorite pictures of my Mom and my girls. I wish I had taken more pictures that day. It was Christmas Eve-Eve in 2000. We were making Fried Apple Pies. One of the best things my Grandmother made were her Fried Apple Pies and we loved carrying on the tradition with my Mom. We need to make some Fried Pies again soon. The really amazing thing about these pictures is that my oldest daughter was only 10 in these photos. The twins were 3. Where did all those years go?