Sunday, September 27, 2009

Making Sauerkraut...and Memories

Making sauerkraut is a tradition that we started when Jon inherited his family kraut cutter. It is really old, but works great, Jon keeps it well maintained. We make it most every year. Once in a while we skip a year, like when Jon thinks its a good idea to fill the 20 gallon crock to the top, and we have more than enough to last. The first year we made it we cut the cabbage in the dining room, I'm here to tell you that was not~nor will it ever be repeated, what a mess! We make it Labor Day weekend.
We bought cabbage from a local family owned garden. Ours did not do well in our garden. We used 110 lbs of cabbage.
Jon and Willy tear off the outer leaves, wash, quarter and core the cabbage. Then the cutting starts, everyone takes a turn~except for me. Jon and the kids that are home or come home for the event took turns doing the different stages at different times. For the sake of orderliness I put the pictures in the order of operation not how they actually happened so you can get a good idea of how the system works.
Avery did the lions share of the cutting this year.Grace at the cutter.J.J. vocalizing as he cuts. I was a bit creeped out having him be shirtless, then Jon reminded me that back in the old days they stomped it with their feet and the fermentation would kill anything anyway so take a chill pill:)My next concern was how low Willy put his arm when he was at the cutter, this one Jonny sided with me. Jon was really the last to cut, he's good at using up the last of the cabbage and not shaving off pieces of the oak presser. When one of the kids do shave off some oak presser board into the cabbage they just use the "it adds flavor" line.This honestly was about all I did. I just wanted to have my hands in it a little, so Willy let me give him a weighing lesson. We weigh out 5 lbs of cabbage.And then I direct the sprinkling in of 3 tablespoons of canning salt. That really was all I did, well almost, I went and laid on the couch for awhile and some kid with the camera came in and took a picture of me, and reminded me "this is a memory too"!Grace was the mixer in charge, she does a good job of getting the salt and cabbage all incorporated well. She also does a good job of keeping the boys in check when they take over for her while she was off dabbling in other jobs. J.J. stomping...with his shirt on:) We let it get about 4 inches of cabbage on the bottom before the stomping starts, you could break or crack the crock if your not careful. We don't stomp to hard, just enough to bruise the cabbage and create a nice amount of juice.Once it is all stomped, with a nice amount of juice coming up, we tuck in 2 Curity cotton diapers, not the pre-folded kind. We learned the best way to keep it covered is to fill and industrial garbage bag with about 3 gallons of water and then tie strap it shut. Its done when its done, it all depends on the weather. We keep the crock in the garage where it is cool and it cures a bit slower, we think that helps keep it crisp. I'll let you know when its done. Then comes the job of canning all of it...and making more memories.

Sunday, September 13, 2009

End of Summer...

This was Grace's last year on Bethany Ski Team. Below are a few pictures from ski camp she went to and then the ski show on the Black River. It is really hard to get good pictures when your planted on the beach chatting and all the action is out on the water. Some of the photos are from the ski team disc that they hand out at the end of year root beer float award night.
Water front meeting and prayer.Grace in back of boat full of skiers and ski's, these would be some of the ski's Jon and his brother make.
Jon and I on the beach, I would be the one under the umbrella,
"have I ever told you how much I love my umbrella" is a statement he had to listen to over and over this summer.
Our niece and her little friend watching the ballet skiing, our other niece Brooke is in the ballet line.Grace on wake board.An unscheduled event...wave jumping!
End of a long day full of little Blessings...
...end of a short summer.

Saturday, September 5, 2009

Beneath the Sweet Gum Tree...

Years ago I went to an estate auction, amongst a pile of treasure I acquired was an old Redwing boot box full of poky balls. I had no clue what plant they came from and have asked several people over the years. I figured they would be great for some kind of craft or decor. The only thing I've managed to do with some of the poky balls is put an ornament hook in, spray paint them ivory, then with gold dust and hang them on "my little tree" at Christmas time. We have since found the source of "the poky balls" they are from the Sweet Gum Tree. Jon did a bunch of Sweet Gum research. They are a southern tree and have some of the most brilliant fall colors, golds, reds, and purples. We have a new found love for the Sweet Gum Tree...
Beneath the Sweet Gum Tree...
We stepped out of the auto on a cool crisp day
with sunken hearts, walked to where they lay
not noticing the crunch beneath our feet
not wanting that this would be how we meet
born silently on a September day
hopes and dreams have slipped away
our girl child, her heart is broken
wound so fresh, no healing words can be spoken
they both kneel and touch the earth
recounting the moments of their birth
he holds her close, and they weep
they know only the Lord can heal a hurt so deep
as we leave we look around
we pick the poky balls from off the ground
we know these, there is comfort in the familiar
a bit of soothing to know the tree is there
a year of learning to live with out
clinging to the Father...releasing doubt
they visit today on bended knee
and water the ground beneath the Sweet Gum Tree.
~Jody Blue
In memory of...
Alex & Ben
poky balls from their Sweet Gum Tree
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http://www.tttsfoundation.org/
twin to twin transfusion syndrome website
http://www.nowilaymedowntosleep.org/
Now I Lay Me Down To Sleep is an organization of photographers that offers their service free of charge. They take photos of babies born silently so that Mama's and Daddy's can have something to remember. The music(a very heart touch song can be heard when you click the "about NILMDTS" tab) and stories and photos(our work tab then stories tab) on this website capture very bitter sweet moments in the most respectful and precious manor. I leave you with this little saying found on the web sight...

There is no foot too small
that it cannot leave an imprint
on this WORLD

Saturday, August 29, 2009

Going Nuclear~a Walk in the Park

YIKES!! I just realized that summer will officially be over in 9 days and I have a couple summer activities I wanted to share. Since Grace is crazy busy with school and work she hasn't had time to post yet about Bolivia, I'll fill the space for now. In July when Randi's family came for a visit we drove 2 hours north to visit Jon's Mom(still working on tolerating travel since back surgery last fall). Jon also had to deliver ski's so I went with~I would not pass up any opportunity to spend time alone with Jon. We drove threw UMore Park along the way, Jon knowing(cuz where I go-so does the camera!) I would want to take pictures, pulled over(3-4 times) for me.
UMore Park is located by Rosemont MN in Dakota county. It was once farm land but during WWII it was turned in to a munitions area of about 11,000 acres designated to make smokeless powder. The web site above(is legnthy) has the most historical info that I found, so far. After the war it was then sold to The U of MN for $1. It is now used for ag research and development and other stuff.
Smoke stacks in the distance(I want a camera with a zoom lens). The barracks are visable from the road, but my pictures didn't turn out. Peole do explore the area, and I found a blog or two about that, the down side is if you get caught you could get a hefty fine.Jon told me these were to used for lauching nukes if needed, I found no evidence to prove or disprove that. He could have been pulling my leg, which he is very good at, but they do look like they were a back launch for something big. Then he took me here to Vermillion Falls in Hastings MN, we used to live in Hastings and would come here just for fun. The water is low this year, I have pictures with Jon and his brothers walking across that cement thing and the water was almost up to thier knees. The old mill is huge, it is now used in another capacity. I love the huge old gears, here again a zoom lens could give you some really neat artsy photo's. No more shameless plugs for a different camera. I did send my camera to The Boundary Waters with Avery a few weeks ago, he brought it back still in the zip lock bag~shucks!The view above the fallsThe view from a new platform. We once hiked down there and and took pictures of us right next to where the water hits the rocks. The view of my favorite part of the day.

Monday, August 10, 2009

Positive Negative

When you have kids you want them to take from you the good, when they are held up to the light you hope the area's where you have failed don't shine through.
You want them to be a bit like you but with their own personalities. You want them to do the things and to go places that you dream of while your raising them!
I love it when my kids love the things I love, when they have a heart for what breaks mine. I love missions, I enjoy missions Sundays when missionaries come and talk about life in distant places. One year I found a lady who brought her llamas to our Missions Sunday. My friend Cindy(she has since moved back to southern TX) and I were in charge of representing South America, we were going for the authentic look! Learning about the sacrifice's that missionaries make, how they have touched the lives of the people they are led to serve. And how their lives have been also touched by the people they went to serve, so much more than they ever dreamed of, this blesses my soul. I want one of those signs to hang above my back door that says "You are now entering the missions field!" It is a "grow where you are planted" frame of mind. Our Church library has a reality missions DVD series called Travel the Road that can take you around the world in your arm chair! If you have access to this resource I highly recommend it.
For me it is a blessing to see my love of missions rub off on my children. This was Grace all packed and ready to leave on a missions trip to Bolivia South America this summer. I'd tell you all about it, but I've asked her to do that herself! Stay tuned for some really neat stories and great pictures. She'll be here soon, right now she's off fishing!

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Two Much Fun

Our grandson came for a visit,
he brought his Mama & Daddy with.
He is 2 and honestly "two much fun"!
You can see him here when he was one.
We can take a picture of him on the numbers until he turns 8, the highest number on the track.
A little bit of grocery shopping.
(This has to happen when they show up 2 days early!)
Baseball with his buddy.
Blue eyed boy in big blue boots!
(he loves shoes~here)
Pudgy pinkies plunking piano.
Farm fun.
Making memories.
Berries for BenjaminCrooked Cracker Jack smile!
in THE END...
...he is bucket's of fun!!!

Thursday, July 30, 2009

Fair Chickens

The long awaited CHICKEN POST is here, and it is photo heavy! Probably as heavy as I felt after 2 suppers, the 1919 Root Beer at the fair, and then home for a bit of tradition that our family started 20+ years ago, before we moved here, with the fair as our back yard.
This has to be the Phillis Dillar of the chicken world...
...which makes this guy Don King!
Just seeing if your still with me!
Besides I now want chickens AND ducks!
I love it when they put the hen and rooster together, if your lookin' to expand say a dream book on chickens, you can see them both in one spot and not have to lay awake at night wondering what the the other might look like.
This Henny Penny was so personable~~well as personable as a chicken can be. She didn't mind having her picture taken like some of the others.
Then came this handsome couple, him kind of a strutter.
And her a bit shy, but oh so pretty. I love the green black! I have no clue what kind any of them are except for 1 because I totally lost my mind when I saw.......HIM!!!!
Man oh man is he something or what ! ? ! ? Well worth the wait wouldn't you say?
When his owner saw me taking, oh some where close to 15 photo's of him he came and told us all about him. He weighs about 15 lbs and couldn't free range for a few weeks so that he could be all spiffed up for the fair! They hadn't judged them yet when we were there on day 2 , and I have no clue how he did. I intend to find out though! THEN he let us hold him, he did, he was so tame. I didn't even get a picture of him and I together (drats!) or him and anyone else. It was like I was star struck, like I lost my mind for a bit. And let me tell you, he is......The John Wayne of the chicken world, a real Rooster Cogburn!!
I was able to think a bit clearer when I finally made it to this little honey! I got her name even! She is a Wyandotte Silver Lace, and I want one of her~alot! My brother Rock said they are not the best laying hens because they have been bred for the color to look just so, and when you breed them for that alot of times you breed the egg production out of them. Still I'm putting this one in my book.
This is our family fair tradition!! Yes, it is! Its funnel cakes! We usually come home and make them, but this year we waited to day 3 of the fair, which I never made it to. When we had the kids all in one spot, before A& W were off to the demo derby's and Grace and Ian were of to shop for a HUGE trip, we made them. And trust me they as good if not better than they look, they are also very affordable when you make them at home!! ...until next year at the fair!