Susan Spess Shay

Still playing make believe.


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What’s Good About It?

I saw this BC cartoon on Facebook yesterday, and it struck a chord with me. I’ve often wondered why we call it good.

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But what else could you call it?

“Black Friday?”

“Preparation Day?”

“Easter Eve?”

“The Day Jesus died for me, the sun went dark, the earth shook, the dead walked and the heavy, thick veil to the Holy of Holies tore from top to bottom?” (Matthew 27:51-54.)

Oh, yeah. I think “Good” works.

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Thank Goodness It’s Friday!

Two young girls having fun in swimming lessons.

IT’S FRIDAY!!!

Does that phrase make your heart beat just a little faster? It does mine. I love the weekend!

For different people, the week’s end means different things. I have one writer friend who LOVES Mondays, because that means everyone goes back to school/work/whatever and she can get back to her life as she lives it.

Another lives for the weekends, barely making it through the days in between and reliving the weekend happenings as often as possible.

When I was in school, Friday meant beans and jeans day. Most of us loved having brown beans and cornbread at school, but for some reason, the cafeteria only served them on Fridays. (Maybe the gas building properties of the legume.) Being a devote britches girl, wearing a skirt every day was killer, so getting to wear jeans one-day-a-week some years and one day every-other-week others was a joy! So I loved Fridays even then.

Around the Spess house, we spent Saturday getting ready for Sunday morning church. When we were small, we took turns having Mama washed our hair in the kitchen sink. She’d roll it up on brush rollers, then we’d sit under the big old metal hairdryer until we were dry.

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‘Sgiving Twice

I think I mentioned we were doing the turkey thing on Thursday AND Friday. We did. And we did our best to get rid of all the food before it could turn into leftovers. 😉

Why is it everything tastes better on Thanksgiving?

Anyway, we went to Dad’s on Thursday, where we ate in the garage. We really aren’t that bad (most of us are very nearly house broken) but we usually eat out there when we’re at his house. The fact that there was thirty or forty of us and his kitchen area is fairly small and the dining area even smaller might have something to do with it.

We visited with relatives, in-laws and outlaws and people we only see every year or so on Thanksgiving. Talk about a great time! The kids were a delight. The adults fun and entertaining.

About the time we finished eating, Sister Cindy and her husband came. (Sister Cin had to work, but she made it to the garage as soon as possible.)  😉

Someone told a joke on Thanksgiving.

A waitress walked up to a man in a restaurant. He looked at her name tag and grinned. “Debbie, huh? Cute,” he said. “What’s the other one’s name?”

That’s the punch line. The end of the joke. My sweet nephew, a senior in high school answered, “Susan.”

I’m still trying to figure out why anyone would name their shoulders.

Late in the day, our niece and her husband came and brought their two. None of us can stay away from the sweet babies.

Isn’t she adorable?

They didn’t stay nearly long enough, but at least we got to spend a little time with them.

Only one of my kiddos and his wife were able to make it for garage dining, so the next day, I got up and started baking and cooking for the other two boys and their women.

 

Grandma Reeves Blue Ribbon Hot Rolls.

Sadly, these wouldn’t have won a ribbon. Even when they were straight out of the oven, when I tested one to see if it would poison us (it didn’t) it didn’t taste the same as Grandma’s did back in the day.

I’m not sure if it’s the yeast (Grandma used cake) or the locality (Grandma lived at Park Hill, near Tahlequah) or maybe the hands (Grandma made them for every get together) but they just weren’t quite right. Definitely, they needed more salt.

I wonder where I can buy cake yeast?

This is my dining room table. It’s not in the garage because our garage is full of cars and tools and silly stuff like that. It looks kind of empty in this picture, but when the food was ready, it got full really fast.

 I have a few turkeys that I set around at Thanksgiving to remind me of Mama. No, she wasn’t a turkey. (You really didn’t think that, did you?) She had a bunch of turkeys she set around to celebrate the season.

In the picture above, I tried to make mine look like a real flock of goblers, but the best I could do was a drill team.

I consider this one the mama turkey because she’s the biggest. And white. But I think it’s really a tom.

We had a great time

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both days. And in case you’re wondering, Dad has the CLEANEST garage I’ve seen since we ate one year in Brother Jeffrey’s garage.

Garage dining–a Spess Family tradition. 🙂

Hope your Thanksgiving was as much fun as ours!

May the Lord make your love increase and overflow for each other and for everyone else, just as ours does for you. 1 Thess. 3:12


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Wowed Wednesday

Yesterday was Tombstone Tuesday, so today must be Wowed Wednesday. (To be honest, what wows me is people. Must be that curiosity gene.)

Okay, I know I just talked about walking on Friday,

but go with me on this. 🙂

My walking buddy and I charged past some great yardscapes yesterday.

A tree challenged witch.

A spider infested house.

And even a brand new neighborhood graveyard, which just recently sprung up. Shades of The ‘Burbs. *Shiver*

But the house that stopped us in our tracks is a very familiar one to me. It’s the house where I took piano lessons from the time I was in second grade. It’s the place I walked to once a month for Piano Club.

The home’s current owner and one of her beautiful daughters were there, putting on the finishing touches when we power walked up 😉 and screeched to a halt.

We said hello and told them how beautiful their decorations are. Then I asked for permission to take pictures. And since we’re all from the same Small Town World (I used to smile when the sisters came in the dress shop) I took the chance to chat a bit.

We had such a great talk! I loved the few moments we got to hang together and wished we had more.

Beautiful yardscape, ladies. Love it! And more, I had so much fun catching up. Trouble is, now I want to know more.

It’s really not my fault. It has to be that curiosity gene.


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FRIDAY!!!

Ever notice there aren’t any songs about Friday? There’s “Monday, Monday,” “Yesterday,” and “Today,” but Friday really should have a song. Hm. Maybe there’s one I can’t remember.

Isn’t Friday everybody’s favorite day of the work week? (People who go to work, that is.) It’s my favorite day, for sure. Why? Because, more people dress the way I dress most of the time on Fridays. In jeans.

So my walking buddy and I’ve started trekking around town again since the big cool off. (Thank you, Jesus, for lower temps!) We’ve wound our way through the cemetery as well as the streets on both sides of Broadway. Yesterday, we went past one of our favorite houses.

I think it’s one of the oldest houses in C-Town. It has a well, a couple of out buildings and a beautiful yard and garden. (There’s even a greenhouse.) And this was out front, just waiting to stop us. 🙂

Of course, it worked. We stopped and wished we had the talent of whoever set up this gorgeous fall display.

And we’re thankful they don’t call the cops on us. (We don’t get in the yard–very far, anyway.)

Thank you, person who lives in my favorite house! You make our walks wonderful.

To celebrate this gorgeous time of year, I’m going to share my mom’s applesauce cake recipe. (Hey, I love apples and don’t — er — enjoy pumpkins so much.)

Mama’s Applesauce Cake

1 C sugar
1/2 C shortening
1 well beaten egg
1/8 t salt
3/4 C raisins
2 C flour
1 1/2 C applesauce
2 t soda
1 t cinnamon
1/4 C hot water
2 T cocoa
3/4 C nuts
Cream sugar and shortening. Add eggs, beat well. Mix soda and applesauce, then mix with the rest. Add hot water. Sift flour, cocoa, salt and cinnamonn. Mix all together. Add rasins and nuts.
Bake in a moderate oven.

That’s all that’s on the recipe card–in Mama’s hand writing. (I love old recipes from Mama.) Bake the cake in an oblong pan for about an hour at 350 degrees. If you bake it in layer pans, shorten the time by five or ten minutes.