Saturday, January 7, 2012

Legacy....Diamond Distributing

n. pl. leg·a·cies
1. Money or property bequeathed to another by will.
2. Something handed down from an ancestor or a predecessor or from the past
For as long as I have known Jim, THIS photo has hung on the wall at Diamond Distributing. 
I am sure it was placed there by Carol Larsen Senior (That is Jim's mom). So today when I was at the shop, I told Jim my idea. He said "Just a minute" and ran upstairs.  Down he comes with the actual coat Bill is wearing in this photo!! I couldn't resist so here is going to be the new addition to the wall by Carol Larsen Junior.

Oh but of course I don't stop there...... I have to add a third picture, don't you think??
Cody insisted I have to wait 40 years, like the first one, but Momma's whining got the best of him.

NOW if I can just get my grandson to stand on that step.......... He is almost 17 months old.
I know he can do it!!         to be continued..........

Thursday, January 5, 2012

MMMM EggNog French Toast Sticks

I am making up a batch of French Toast Stix, for the freezer. I pack 4 sticks (the perfect grandson sized portion) into a Ziploc baggie. I also put in the single wrapped, cooked sausage link. Works great for breakfasts when you don't really want to cook. Zap in microwave for 30 seconds and you are good to go. I just can't see paying Jimmy Dean for the same thing that I can do!
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Tuesday, January 3, 2012

Where will your path lead?

Spending the last four days, with my grandson, has been awe inspiring. I love to cuddle into the lazy boy chair, book and blanket in hand, and rock him until he drifts off for a nap. As I gaze at his velvety soft cheeks and perfect little lips that curl into a smile as he dreams, I wonder....
where will your path in life lead you?
  Will you be a doctor, lawyer, farmer or a state senator? How big can you dream? When is it in our lives that we come to the point where our dreams crash into realization and we settle for what will be..will be? Growing up we all hear that question....what do you want to be when you grow up? I wonder how many of us answered with what we want in our hearts or with what we think that person wants to hear.  I remember being asked that question and my answer was "I want to be a farmer". I remember the look on that teachers face when she laughed and said "Girls can't be farmers".
 Is it then when we start to question ourselves?
I certainly never heard I couldn't do something from my grandparents, or my parents! Growing up at my house there was never any gender discrimination. The girls were expected to drive trucks and tractors and service equipment just the same as any farm hand. My mom definitely lead by example. She became a union journeyman carpenter and worked at Hanford Nuclear Reservation right along side my dad.   So where in life do the alternate paths come along?
 I hope I will be there for you, to help guide and be your Granny LaLa whenever you need me.
  As I look at your sweet cherub face, I hope you only dream big. Live big. Love big.
  Oh, my beautiful Grandson.....I hope your life's path leads you only to happiness.