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Saturday, June 24, 2017

Happier Tomorrow

Three years before the crash of the stock market, back when the roaring Twenties were still roaring, Shirlee Mae Tait was born. Along with her little sister, Patricia, and Mom and Dad, the young family spent every Saturday afternoon seeing all of the new Hollywood movies.
They caused quite the scandal when the entire family went to see “Gone with the Wind,” and its R rated ending. Her father truly did not "Give a damn" what others thought. Her most prized possession, growing up, was a Shirley Temple doll given to her by her Aunt Dot.
Shirlee's young childhood was spent in a house with her grandmother, aunt, mother and father and sister. She loved being surrounded by family in Grandma Connolly’s house.
When World War Two struck, seventeen year old Shirlee dropped out of high school to marry her high school sweetheart, Steven Lindquist, before he deployed overseas. Shirlee traveled with her mother to North Carolina for an intimate ceremony held on July 22nd, 1943.
A crew member of the bomber named ‘Queen of Hearts’, Steve was killed during the Battle of Normandy, when his plane crash landed at New Romney, Kent, after a mission. This was July 17th, 1944. Six days before her first wedding anniversary, Shirlee became a war widow at just eighteen.
As time passed, and the war raged on, Shirlee returned to finish high school, graduating from New Trier High School in Winnetka, IL. She was introduced to a brother of a high school friend, who was stationed at Great Lakes Naval Station, north of Chicago. On this ‘double date’ she met the brother’s friend, Gregory Gibbons.

A romance blossomed.
Living directly across the street from the local fire department, on V-E Day, she listened to the sirens ring for 24 hours straight. Again, on V-J Day, the sirens rang, as the country celebrated the end of the war.
Still deployed overseas, it would be weeks and weeks before Shirlee received news that Greg was coming home. The message, which was still a secret, was written underneath the stamp, so no one would see it. Sssshhh!
During this time, Shirlee went to St Mary’s College in Kansas City, where she earned her associate's degree in art design. In early June 1948, a third sister joined the Tait family. Shirlee and Pat had a brand new baby sister, Pamela. Days later, on June 12th, Shirlee and Greg were married in Evanston, IL, surrounded by family and friends.
As the saying goes, ‘All was right with the world.’
Shirlee and Greg stayed in Illinois for Greg to go to school. First for Greg’s bachelor’s degree and then his doctor of optometry degree. Shirlee worked as a cashier at a local shop and prepared their home for their first baby. Sewing tiny clothes and painting old furniture into new.
Having already learned how hard life can be, the lessons kept coming. In March 1949, their first born son, perfect in every way, just did not take that very first breath. They named him Joseph, after the Patron Saint of Families.
Then, they packed away their hopes and dreams, and waited for a happier tomorrow.
And those happier days came with one, two, three healthy children born in two and a half years. “What one didn’t think of, the other ones did,” Shirlee said many times over. One of her favorite stories was when the neighbor called over at ten o’clock at night and said, “Shirlee, do you know your children are out swinging in the back yard?” Out the window, they had climbed.
The first boy, girl, boy were followed by a boy and then another boy. Years of boy scouts and girl scouts, church school, Christian Mothers and American Legion Auxiliary followed. After two more girls joined the family, they slowly transitioned from scouts to sports.
Shirlee became one of Cambridge High School’s most loyal fans, a constant figure at Friday night football games during the autumn evenings and high up in the bleachers on every Tuesday and Friday night during basketball season. A broken car window during baseball season was just the price she was willing to pay to show her support for the Jackets baseball team.
As the children grew, she had more time for her own interests, including machine knitting. What began with sweaters and vests for children and grandchildren, turned into her own knitting shop, the ‘Cambridge Spinning Wheel’. That grew into the distributorship for Toyota knitting machines for the entire Midwest.
'This land is your land, this land is my land, from California to the New York Island, from the Redwood Forest, to the Gulf stream waters…'

A lifetime love of camping, saw Shirlee and Greg visit each of the fifty states, starting first in a fold up tent trailer, up-sizing to the ‘Tin Coop’ travel trailer and finally to the full size Rambler motor home to travel the ribbon of highways.
Shirlee fulfilled a lifetime dream when she flew with her two sisters, Pat and Pam, to visit the emerald isles of Ireland.

And, of course, she thoroughly loved family get togethers in Montana, bonfire sing-a-longs at Osakis, family reunions at Grand Rapids, dinners at Red Lobsters and so many, many more.

In Shirlee’s young life, she overcame devastating tragedies. The loss of her youngest daughter, Molly along with Molly’s daughter, Jenna Elizabeth in 1996, was a particularly difficult loss to overcome. Following soon after were the deaths of both her sister, Pat, and lifelong best friend, Todd. The two ladies who had held her up during the tragedies in her youth.

Much of the last years of her life have reflected the painful losses of her lifetime. To truly appreciate what Shirlee has accomplished, enjoyed and blessed the world with, reflect upon her long loving marriage, ending only when Greg passed on June 12th, 2009, their 61st anniversary.
Mother of eight, six of her children are spread out across the globe, embracing the lives she gave them. Living, loving and sharing their own lives with children and grandchildren of their own.

Thursday, June 15, 2017

Radiator Springs Racers -- June 15th

Reminiscing: June 15, 2012


 My three children and I camped in the plaza in front of Disney's California Adventure the night before the Re-Opening. Getting in line at 9:00pm, we slept on the cement pavers, watched the blimp fly over head and cheered with crowd for "Good Morning America".

After eleven hours, we watched the backs of people's heads for the Grand Opening Ceremony. Buena Vista Street was packed to capacity, and we were in the middle of it. We saw the morning fireworks and heard Mickey Mouse.

Once the official opening was complete, the crowd surged toward Cars Land. We held back and picked up fast passes for "Radiator Springs Racers". A 9:20am-10:20am time...not bad.

Once the official opening was complete, the crowd surged toward Cars Land. We held back and picked up fast passes for "Radiator Springs Racers". A 9:20am-10:20am time...not bad.

A quick ride on Mater's Junkyard Jamboree, which had no line, at all, and then then a fly through Luigi's Flying Tires, who's line was about fifteen minutes, and it was time for the Racers.

We got in the Fast Pass line and the ride went down...

With Cars Land packed to the rims, we headed back out to explore Buena Vista Street. Some photos with Mickey, Chip and Dale and a bag filled with secret 'treasures' from the Imagination Studio (Opening Day Pins and such) and we headed back to Cars Land, again.

The Fast Past line wove out past Stanley's Statue into the main stretch of Route 66 toward the Cozy Cones. Getting into the end of the line, we waited for about ten minutes before the Racer's ride went down, once again.

With reluctance, we decided the "Radiator Springs Racers" would be experienced on another day. Our DCA opening day fast passes  for the Racers will be unique souvenirs for our Disney scrap book.

So, you could say we waited over 20 hours to NOT ride the new "Radiator Springs Racers" on June 15, 2012. 

Monday, June 12, 2017

Back Patio

My father lived to be 82. Though I was born when he was 36, and obviously our relationship changed over time, the thoughts and feelings I had at seven feel the same as ones I recall through a lifetime of memories.
Warm summer evenings spent sitting out on the back patio, him in a webbed lounge chair and me in a matching lawn chair. Just the two of us watching the sunset over the back slough. At seven and then seventeen and twenty-seven and on.
So much time spent in companionable silence, watching the trees grow. Just listening to the birds sing.
There were, of course, many conversations intermixed. Their significance lost in the passing of the years.
Along with days filled with crisp spicy scent of fall leaves raked into large piles. Piles destined to be smashed apart, again. Cool late autumn days filled high with fresh cuts of sweet smelling wood and sweat from a hard day’s work.
Crisp cold winter nights came early. The wind bit hard against our cheeks. Our noses, bright red, smelled of woolen mittens, wet, in the stark white and black world.
The fresh clean fragrance of a wood fire burning still brings an ache to my heart. Memories of shimmering rainbow colored lights dancing on Christmas Eves. Over sized boots trudging footprints through pristine snow. Diamond edged fields sparkle white on sunlit January afternoons.
Wood smoke swirled high, dancing with crisp oak leaves.
Early mornings on a mirror smooth lake, the haze still clutching tiny spears into its unbroken surface. A lonely loon's wail echoes out across the reeds. The occasional plop of the lure landing just short of the lily pads shocks the otherwise serene surroundings.
Again, welcome silence fills the air. Companionship comfortable enough to let the world enjoy the morning blossoming into day, in peaceful reflection.
I spent more nights than I can count, sitting with my father on quiet summer evenings, or autumn afternoons filled with ducks and geese serenading us into the dusk. On chilling winter nights, we sat surrounded by banks of snow and ice, as more white flakes fell softly around us. Melting on cheeks, as fleeting as the moments of our lives.
Though, not always alone on the patio out back, the constant was the two of us, together.
My papa and I.
And on his very last day. I held his hand as he took his very last breath. This man who welcomed me into this world. Held me when I cried. Bandaged childhood scrapes. Cheered successes. Danced life's dance with me. He would not look down in his last moments on this earth and see an empty room. I waved him on in his farewell.
It will always be him and I on the patio, together, watching our sunset over the slough.

Saturday, February 4, 2017

#fosterkittens

This coming Monday, we will bring home our 27th #fosterkitten since last April. This time, however, the 'kitten' will be a 9 year old blind cat that needs a home while the shelter is being remodeled. He will be here somewhere between 6 and 12 weeks. 


Feb 9 update: We found out today that our nine year old blind foster cat, Newman, is being designated as Rescue Only. 

Shelter Pets Designated “RESCUE ONLY”

Sadly, we are just not in a position to take in a rescue cat with all of the financial costs that go with his medical issues. I am truly sad that we are unable to step and help this cat that so desperately is in need of care. 🐱
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We take in these animals because they are small, sick, or just in need of love and affection while they are waiting to be adopted. But, the truth is we get so much more love and peace and comforting, then we could ever give back. 





'Kevin' is no longer Home Alone. New foster kitten is Home for the Holidays. #fosterkitten #needslove #christmaskitten



One sick little #fosterkitten comes home after bringing in two wild and crazy #fosterkittens ready for adoption. She needs to go back twice a day for 5 days for treatments. Has been isolation for days and needs love.




The answer is two, Alex. There are two kittens climbing in the branches of the tree. #fosterkittens


Just two little kittens this time, not five. Both orphans from different mothers. Now, they will be siblings. #fosterkittens



#fosterkitten surrender day, always many tears included with this endeavor #kittenlove



Foster kitten Micheal Phelps has only a few more days before he goes up for adoption with his four brothers and sisters. We have had these kittens longer than most because they started so tiny. Will miss them.






Just enough time to dye...lunchtime hair salon. Tessa, Natalie and cats.  

Five new bottle babies. Brought home new #fosterkittens less than three weeks old. Timing seemed right so we named them #Rio #Simone #Phelps #Bolt and #DiegoDaleyMikulak or as Tessa calls him, #Gerald.




Sleeping kittens. Last few moments before they go back to be adopted. #fosterkittens #darcy #bridget #ranchocucamongaanimalshelter





Saying goodbye to foster kittens today. They started as scared hissing little beings with blotchy fur, covered in fleas, who wouldn't come near people. Now, they sit in your lap and purr, purr, purr.



Because there are always newborn kittens in need of fostering. Two new babies came home when we dropped the others off.



One of two new foster kittens.


Foster kitten check up day #catsinabox #fosterkittens #fivelittlekitties

Monday, January 23, 2017

I met a man

This has always been one of my  favorite pieces:

On the January 23, 1940, my grandmother Helen passed away. Her death came when my own father was only 12 years old. With her being ill, he had spent much of his childhood without a mother, even  before her death. Still, the stories he told about her were spoken with love and respect and, perhaps, a bit of awe.

He told me of how his mother and father met. His father, being a bit of a rough neck, owned a Harley Davidson (very very progressive for the 20th century). He boldly rode up to Helen and asked her for a date.
She, being strong willed herself, said, “Yes, if you sell the crazy motorbike.”
Within the week, they had their first date and my grandfather, never again, owned a ‘crazy motor bike’.”

My father also talked proudly of how his mother convinced his father to donated money the Catholic Church in Osakis, to build a new Church building. When I was young, he would take me down into the church basement and show me the paintings his mother had done, still hanging on the walls.

I asked him, years later, why he never took us down to the cemetery to visit her grave.
“I talk to Mother and Mark every day,” he said, “when I come out to feed the deer. They are closer to me here, than in any cemetery.”
Mark was his older brother (twin to Jerome). He was going to be the best man in my parent’s wedding but died just less than six months before they were married.

My father kept my grandmother's funeral card in his wallet until the day he died. He borrowed it to me few years back to let me make a copy of it. I photo copied it and cleaned it up to make it look nice and pretty. I wish now that I had left it as it was, tattered and scuffed up, from years of love.

January 23rd, my father never forgot this date.   This morning, as I dropped my girls off at school, the  scent of a wood fire filled the air. No single scent can bring me closer to my father, on this day already filled with memories.

The following was Written on Thursday, November 4, 2010

January gardens and late grandparents have one thing in common, the ability to be perfect in your mind’s eye. One set of my grandparents died before I was born and the other set lived so far away as to be strangers. Their photographs, decades old, hang on my wall, covered with a light layer of dust and sadness.

“It's all right, children. Life is made up of meetings and partings. That is the way of it. I am sure that we shall never forget Tiny Tim, or this first parting that there was among us.” The Muppet’s Christmas Carol

I wonder at the fates of my world that, save my husband and children, the two people that mattered the most to me, were the first to leave. It wasn’t until after their deaths, I began to grasp what I had missed not having met or known my own grandparents. It is a relationship not to be squandered or abused.

I met a man recently, even though I have known him all of my life. He lives in a box in my closet and hangs in a frame on my wall. Sorting through mouse shredded letters and tattered news articles, I found a man’s thoughts. Joys and anguishes.

“Pleasant Memories, Sorrow and deaths of dear ones, a fine family, fishing - hunting- friends many- some dead, Mother, Jack & Mark . Boating - hiking - rakings - painting Bldg docks - trimming trees. Pleasure must be paid for by cash and Work. I've had my good share of both – “
Love from your Pal and father.

Tommy Gibbons he is/was my Grandfather. I never met him, as he passed away six months before I was born. But wow, the stories I heard of him growing up.

He fought the great Jack Dempsey, the Mansssa Mauler, the Manhattan Madness, going fifteen rounds. He fought Gene Tunney, as well. He was King Boreas of the St. Paul Winter Carnival. A Knight of St. Gregory, he built an entire church (by hand, I bet)! As the Sheriff of Ramsey County, he brought the entire mob to its knees during Prohibition! Then, for his second marriage he snared the heiress to the Leinenkugel Brewery.

He slayed lakes of fish, fields of pheasants and forests of deer! Mostly though, he was young and handsome. He has been perpetually 32 years old my entire life. He was married, of course, to the most beautiful woman ever. My grandparents are perfect in their little glass world on the wall.

I can live without perfection. What I would give to trade in a few of those fabulous stories for an afternoon on Lake Osakis with my Grandfather and a lake full of bass. Oh, to have nothing but the grebes to serenade us and the sunlight to warm us and time to get to know each other.

Wednesday, December 21, 2016

Spiced Ginger Pear Muffins Gluten-Free

Spiced Ginger Pear Muffins (Gluten-Free)


I love Costco. That love, however, means that I tend to have large quantities of fruits and vegetables, all the time. Today, I have pears. I love pears! 

Apparently, I am feeling affectionate for many things today.

But, my pears are not going to last very much longer. Therefore, I decided to try and create a new recipe using up these delightful pears, before they go bad.



A few hours later, which included a trip to Target during the Christmas week rush, because I ran out of eggs, I have created a gluten-free recipe for muffins.

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Sadly, when I was at Target, I thought I was working on a cookie recipe. Now, I have to go BACK to Target and get some muffin cups to bake these up*.

Baking them up without the muffin cups has been successful. Natalie exact words were, "I can't believe I have eaten three of these, already!"

*We tried making these up as mini muffins in muffin liners, but the dough is just too sticky to remove from such a small muffin liner so we ended up using a mini loaf pan with 8 mini loafs per pan, and it worked great.

Spiced Ginger Pear Muffins (Gluten-Free)
INGREDIENTS
1 cups all purpose gluten-free flour
1⁄2 cup oat flour
2 cups rolled oats
1 teaspoon baking soda
1 cup raw sugar
1/3 cup white sugar
1⁄2 cup dairy-free butter
1 1⁄2 cups chopped pears (2 large pears gave me just a smidge over 1 1/2 cups)
1/4-1/2 teaspoon lemon juice (to keep pears from browning)
1 egg
1 teaspoon vanilla
1 teaspoon baking soda
3/4 teaspoon zanthan gum
1⁄2 teaspoon salt
2 teaspoon cinnamon
2 teaspoon ginger
Raw sugar, for topping

DIRECTIONS
Preheat oven to 350 F degrees.

Peel fresh, ripened pears and purée them in a food processor. If you do not have a food processor, grate them up with a cheese grater or chop them into ¼ inch squares. Smaller, if possible. Add lemon juice to bowl, and stir to cover all of the pears.

You can use canned pears if fresh pears are unavailable.

Drain out excess liquid just before adding to sugar mixture. I used a strainer lined with a coffee filter to drain excess liquid from my puréed pears.

Beat egg and dairy-free butter together in large bowl or stand mixer. Add raw sugar and blend until well mixed. Add puréed or chopped pears and continue blending on medium. Add vanilla.

Separately, mix all purpose gluten-free flour, baking soda and salt together. Add rolled oats to dry ingredients. 

Beat dry ingredients into pear mixture. Mix until well combined.

Fill muffin tin level with top of pan. Oil pan if not using muffin liners.

Sprinkle top of muffins with raw or decorator sugar, if desired.
Bake for 27-30 minutes. Cool in pan for a few minutes and then move to cooling rack to finish cooling.


Makes about 1 dozen muffins.

Monday, December 19, 2016

Better Brighter Bigger Peanut Butter Blossom Cookies

Better Brighter Bigger Peanut Butter Blossom Cookies 
Gluten-Free, of course!


I worked up a version of this recipe of couple of weeks ago, and I was okay with it. Then, my elder California daughter came home and stated, "Why can't we just have good Christmas cookies?"

That's when I realized that I was doing exactly what I had said I wasn't going to do. I was settling for good enough instead of great, fantastic tasting food. Look how quickly I learned that delicious gluten-free foods are the exception, not the norm.


So, today, while I was making up another batch of my gluten-free all purpose flour, link to recipe  I came across flours that I had kind of forgotten about. Most importantly, oat flour. I have decided to try this flour to add more structure to the Peanut Butter Blossom Cookies. Also, since the original, full gluten recipe has butter in it, I am adding 'butter' into this recipe, as well.

And, finally, I am increasing the amount of baking soda to give these cookies more airiness and a cake-like, less gritty texture. Also, more vanilla is always welcome, in my book. That is a personal preference, as always.

Natalie, getting up late, after having worked late into the night, tastes this new recipe after all of the cookies are out of the oven and cooled. One bite in, she says the cookie's peanut buttery flavor bursts into her mouth. 

A soft cookie, it holds itself together better than the average gluten-free cookie. In fact, other than being a bit grittier than typical peanut butter cookies, these are about as close to a 'normal' wheat flour cookie that we have come.



Better Brighter Bigger Peanut Butter Blossom Cookies 

Ingredients:
30 Brach’s Chocolate Stars
1 cup creamy Peanut Butter
1/3 cup dairy free butter (I use olive oil based)
1/2 cup all purpose gluten free flour
1/4 cup gluten free oat flour
1/3 cup granulated sugar
1/3 cup packed brown sugar light or dark (I use whatever I happen to have on hand)
2 teaspoons vanilla extract
1 teaspoon baking soda
1/2 teaspoon salt (adjust depending upon peanut butter and personal taste)
1 egg or two egg yolks
Additional granulated sugar for rolling

Directions:
Heat oven to 350°F.
Beat peanut butter, dairy-free butter, sugars and vanilla together in a large bowl or stand mixing bowl. Add egg and beat mixture well.

Mix all purpose gluten-free flour, oat flour, baking soda and salt together in separate bowl. 

Then, add to peanut butter mixture. Beat well.

Shape dough into I ¼ inch balls and roll in granulated sugar. Place on parchment paper on cookie sheet or onto ungreased cookie sheet. Flatten slightly.


Original batch of Peanut Butter Blossom Cookies 
above new recipe below

Bake 8 minutes. 

Press a chocolate star into center of each cookie. Bake for an additional 2 minutes. 

Cool a few minutes before removing from cookie sheet to wire rack. Remove to wire rack and cool completely.


Makes about 2 1/2 dozen cookies.