There are four of us that are dear friends. We are connected by teaching, learning, and my school. These three women have been an intrical part of making my school a better place. They care about our students. One works with me every day and the other two have been consultants that have been a support at our school. All of them are dear friends. JB is going through cancer treatment right now.
We traveled through the snow to her place tonight. We brought food, flowers, and encouragement. She is losing her hair, but not her strength or sense of humor. We reminenced, laughed, ate, and enjoyed that comfort of our friendship. We shared new learnings with JB from the conference we attended today. She asked questions and offered advice. It was a special evening gathering around the table with three other dear friends.
My principal and I traveled south to Spokane after school for a state education conference. As a passenger I witnessed cars in the ditch, cars sliding from lane to lane, and making 180 turns. I felt safe in VE's Jeep and I didn't care that she was only driving 40 mph. We arrived to the Snowy City safe.
After attempting to walk around the convention center it was easier to understand why the schools were closed down in this city.The sidewalks were either buried or covered with ice. As the shuttle bus driver negotiated the hill at our hotel he announced over his shoulder that he heard we were going to have snow until April. Snow in April?
Perhaps I should get used to the bare branches on the shrubs around my house... or imagine blossoms on the flowering plum with a dusting of snow.
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We also had an old fashioned Box Social after the Sunday service last week. The women made the lunches to feed two and the men donated to the building fund. Even though many couldn't attend church last Sunday due to the snow and bad roads we still had a grand time. A variety of lunches arrived and people enjoyed good food and conversation. My mom shared with me that she had gone to Box Socials at the Grange when she was growing up. I think this was my first Box Social!
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The gazebo is cold and foreboding. A few days ago I caught the early sunset.
But of course there are cat pictures in every misc. file. Kit and Isabelle decided they would wait for the heatwave to go back out and watch for birds.
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3 cups boiling water and clam juice
5 chicken bullion cubes
1 3/4 c. cubed potatoes
1 cup thinly sliced carrots
5 stalks celery, chopped
1 chopped onion
1 green pepper, chopped
1/4 c. butter
2 1/2 cups milk
3/4 c. flour
3 cups grated jack cheese
1 TB parsley
2 or more cans of chopped clams
Dissolve bullion cubes in boiling clam water. Add all veggies and butter. Bring to a boil and reduce heat and simmer until veggies are done.
Combine milk and flour in the blender or food processor. Add to soup and cook 3-5 minutes. Add cheese and cook until melted. Add parsley, thyme, and clams. Heat 1-2 minutes.
At the other end of the house the frigid temperatures were easier to take once the sun came up setting off the clear blue sky over the other side of the lake. As the light bounced off another suncatcher on the deck it made a lovely rainbow through the window.
This is the table that was on my header recently.Does Kit think the birds will join him in the feeder?
He pauses for another photo pose.It's harder to stay on the railing when the snow is deeper.
Kit just couldn't figure out a way to shimmy up that pole to eat with the birds!
Happy weekend. Enjoy other weekend snapshots here.
The school was located under the shadow of the smoke stack at the Bunker Hill Smelter and was bordered by Lead Creek which ran down the hill from the Zinc Plant. We thought nothing of the polluted soil, water, and air that surrounded us. When enrollment went down after Bunker Hill closed the school was used for the bus garage and storage.
Silver Valley Girl gave us the sibling assignment this week. “In light of the collapse of Silver King School , let’s share a story involving Silver King School. “ You will find RP’s here and SVG’s is here. I shared another story entitled The Stock Room about Silver King School that you can find here.
There are images you remember as a child that may blend together into a story that you believe more in your mind. One memory of Silver King School were the bottles in the windows at the end of long elementary hall. There was a two story wall of windows with sills that held bottles filled with different colors of water. This picture was the closest I could find as to how it really looked. When the sun shone through these windows instead of seeing the barren hills killed by the smelter smoke you saw prisms of light dancing along the hallway. I can remember looking way up at those bottles wondering how someone got them up there so high. I think it was a job held by B. Gulman. Another image that has remained with me was the fire escape upstairs in the lunch room. We climbed upstairs and ate lunch in this attic type room. As an impressionable first grader I saw the fire escape that hung on the side of the building each day as Mom parked our car in the back of the building. I don’t know if I just feared going down that fire escape during a drill or if we really did it. I just know those black ironworks stairs and my fear of heights still remain in my memory over forty years later.Entering an older school building as an adult we often remember the smells of wax , wood varnish, wet boots, borax hand powder, and hot lunch and it takes us back to where we started school. Silver King School had these smells. The older building I work in now has the same smells. The green chalkboard is gone, diminishing the chalk smell. We use more environmentally safe cleaners and don’t get that strong hit of disinfectant. Remembering Silver King School my mind recalls the mix of shiny floors, heat registers, cloak rooms, polished desks, and chalkboards. I remember big windows that brought sunlight in after the smelter smoke lifted. Bulletin boards reminded us of spring flowers, Thanksgiving pilgrims, and Washington’s cherry tree. Cooks dished up Witches Brew, homemade rolls, and sloppy joes. The lyrics of “Here Comes Santa Claus” brought Santa in after the Christmas program with brown bags of goodies for all. Long ago Mrs. Germo put away the empty pencil box she filled with hard candy that we could earn as a treat. Dick, Jane, Sally, Spot, and Puff were all put away in boxes. The old typewriter we used to compose writing has long since been packed away. I don’t even know what was still left in the building. Last spring we drove by Silver King School and were dismayed to see the windows boarded up and things in disarray. The sight was even harder on my mom. Looking at the pictures of the collapse of the roof brought deep sadness. The bricks, iron works, glass and wood that formed the foundation of this beautiful building for many years are crumbling . The words we write will keep the heart and soul of this building alive for those of us that keep on remembering.
This week's Sunday Scribbling topic is Fellow Travelers. I have had many traveling companions through my life, but today I am going to honor Nikki and Lucy. These two loyal travelers are the first two dogs I owned during my adult life. They traveled with me through the first half of my teaching career, my pursuit of a Master's Degree, a broken marriage, saying good-bye to a wide circle of friends, the death of my father, and relocating to a new job and new place to live.
Nikki came into my life in 1981. She came from a farm in the Horse Heaven Hills south of Kennewick, Washington. From the first day this springer spaniel shivered in my arms on the way home she captured my heart. She was docile, intelligent and loyal. You could always get her excited by taking her swimming in the river, hunting in the orchards behind the house, or having "kissing sessions." Lucy joined our family in 1990. She was a springer/cocker/maybe poodle mix and Nikki and Lucy became fast and furious friends. They loved doing all the same activities. Lucy's energetic personality balanced Nikki's calmer one.
When my ex-husband left us these two became protective of me at home and on the road. We enjoyed trips to the ocean, southern Idaho, and moved to Moscow, Idaho one summer when I taught at the University of Idaho. I always felt safe as I began my journey as a single person with these fellow travelers.
Relocating to Inchelium was a big change for all of us, but Lucy took over the guiding role as she steered Nikki around as her eyesight faded. I think they were both the most at home in my present house. They could run the acres, not worry about gardens( not much was planted yet). and we were close to the lake.
In the spring of 1996 my father's health began to fail along with Nikki's. As my dad spent his last weeks at home dying of cancer Nikki was getting thinner and seemed a bit lost in the world. Dad died in June and Nikki in July that year. Lucy and me were left as fellow travelers for the next chapter in our lives. You can read another post I wrote about Lucy and Nikki here.
Nikki is pointing for the first time and going for a stick in Rose Lake. Lucy is trying out our new home in Inchelium and resting on the grass as a puppy.
You can read other posts about Fellow Travelers here.
The blogs I read provide me with a mixture of inspiration, appreciation, knowledge, and laughter. I am honoring just three today, but any day all the blogs on the roll could get awards.
Katrina's Notes on a Napkin: Her blog was one of the first I began reading via my brother's blog comments. She takes the delightful and not-so-delightful snippets of life as a wife and mother and weaves the happenings into stories that bring me happiness and inspiration. She has had memorable posts about treasures her son placed inside the bed frame and "these little lights of mine."
Seeing life from A Dog's Eye View brings me happiness and inspiration every day. L^2, her two yellow labs Willow(her dog guide), and Stella (the pet), and a camera illustrate to us each day the gorgeous photography of simple homemade cookies, Stella in the tub, or Willow on the job. She also has her photography and other photo gifts for sale on her blog.
Marcy's My Knitting and Other Stuff is another blog that brings me happiness and inspiration. We have found in the last year that we have so much in common, we laugh back and forth at our posts. I have never knitted in my life, but am inspired by her beautiful projects. Whether she is sharing thoughts in Sunday Scribblings, relaying stories about her Grand Dolly, or reminding us of those quirks in life that make us laugh her blog makes my day.
JEJ said the only thing he has done differently this year is to give these blooming plants more fertilizer. I guess the combination of cool temperatures, light, and plant food as produced these revived Christmas cactus'.
There is only about five of these lovely blossoms on the plant so far. Wait until it is in full bloom. Stay tuned. If you want read some past posts about Christmas cactus go here and here.