Veronica “What we do for children”
May 26, 2006
“Christmas dinner”
When I was a little girl Christmas morning at our house didn’t take a long time to do. My mother was a single parent of 4 children who didn’t get help from my dad. My mom worked 2nd shift at a factory in Richmond KY and she didn’t make much money. My sister and 2 brothers were used to not getting a lot for Christmas, but my mom made sure we had a big dinner with all the trimmings. I can remember kids in the neighborhood getting 8 or 9 presents a piece, but their dinner being non-existent or very slim. I was about 15 years old when I had a big Christmas morning. My sister had started working with my mom so there were two incomes coming in. During the night my sister hung new curtains and laid new rugs down. I don’t know where she had kept them but there were all kinds of presents for us to open. I was so excited I had never seen our house with that many gifts. I guess that feeling of not having much on Christmas has stayed with me; because I try to have several gifts for my own children on Christmas morning so they don’t have that feeling. I do believe that if I were ever in the predicament of not having the money to spend a lot on Christmas, my children would be fine with it as long as I had a Christmas dinner.
Wednesday, May 31, 2006
Monday, May 22, 2006
Quilting with Linda
When I was eight years old, I asked my Grandma, Josie, if she would teach me how to make a quilt. She was always working on a quilt, so she had plenty of colorful pieces of material and a wide assortment of patterns. A four-patch was the pattern she decided to use for my first effort at piecing a quilt.
After the squares were cut out, she handed me a needle and thread. Then she gave me a thimble and said you won’t ever be to quilt if you don’t learn to use a thimble. She also said you had to make small stitches or you would catch you toe in them when they were on the bed. The stitches on my first quilt were anything but small, but after years of practice, I could sew just like Grandma.
I have used these skills to make quilts for my daughters. They each had a baby quilt I made for them. When Brandi got married, I made a sampler quilt for her out of many colors and put it together with yellow strips and purple squares. I made Vanessa a quilt called Guiding Star to use on her bed at college. This quilt was made of blue and yellow, Morehead State University’s colors.
The skills Grandma taught me, I can use the rest of my life. My daughters have no interest in learning to make a quilt, but maybe someday I will have a granddaughter who will want her Grandma to teach her how to make a quilt.
After the squares were cut out, she handed me a needle and thread. Then she gave me a thimble and said you won’t ever be to quilt if you don’t learn to use a thimble. She also said you had to make small stitches or you would catch you toe in them when they were on the bed. The stitches on my first quilt were anything but small, but after years of practice, I could sew just like Grandma.
I have used these skills to make quilts for my daughters. They each had a baby quilt I made for them. When Brandi got married, I made a sampler quilt for her out of many colors and put it together with yellow strips and purple squares. I made Vanessa a quilt called Guiding Star to use on her bed at college. This quilt was made of blue and yellow, Morehead State University’s colors.
The skills Grandma taught me, I can use the rest of my life. My daughters have no interest in learning to make a quilt, but maybe someday I will have a granddaughter who will want her Grandma to teach her how to make a quilt.
Watch out for That Bear!!!
“Nothing you do for children is ever wasted” May18, 2006
By
Jo
When I was eight years old we lived up the road from my Great Aunt Edith and Uncle Henry. We didn’t have a television and they did. Sometimes on Saturday evenings they would let my cousins Chad, Jessie and me stay up late and watch it. My mom would let me go there til midnight, that’s when all stations sign off the air. My aunt would bake a cake that morning to make it a special evening. I would think about that cake all day long, my mouth watering with anticipation of that first bite. I could taste the caramel icing melting on my tongue. I’d get all my chores done and still the day was so long, finally it would be time to head on down the dusty dirt road and Mom would say "Be sure to head back home at midnight." Sometimes when I got there early, Uncle Henry would tell us stories about wild animals, ghost or “haints” he liked to call them. That night he told a story about
a mean old bear that would get you and you would never be seen or heard from again. He told how the bear could hide behind a tree and pounce and grab you before you knew what was happening. Well that story didn’t scare me. We had our cake and watched our television shows, and then it was midnight, time for me to go home. Uncle Henry said watch out for that bear. Me and my cousins walked outside on the porch. Sometimes they would walk halfway with me up the road, but that night they was afraid to because of the bear story but wouldn’t admit it because they were boys, I started walking by myself I was doing fine until I got out of the light from the porch. Then I started hearing sounds from the woods surrounding me, something was in the woods. I started to walk a little faster, I was barefooted on a rocky dirt road and the rocks was digging into my feet. I knew there was a presence behind me I started to trot. I felt something breathing on the back of my neck. I heard a thumping sound behind me thump, thump. I started running faster and faster! I got to the house and I burst threw the door out of breath. It was then I realized the thumping sound was my heart beating; the breath on my neck was the wind from walking so fast. It felt good to be home and still alive.
The End
By
Jo
When I was eight years old we lived up the road from my Great Aunt Edith and Uncle Henry. We didn’t have a television and they did. Sometimes on Saturday evenings they would let my cousins Chad, Jessie and me stay up late and watch it. My mom would let me go there til midnight, that’s when all stations sign off the air. My aunt would bake a cake that morning to make it a special evening. I would think about that cake all day long, my mouth watering with anticipation of that first bite. I could taste the caramel icing melting on my tongue. I’d get all my chores done and still the day was so long, finally it would be time to head on down the dusty dirt road and Mom would say "Be sure to head back home at midnight." Sometimes when I got there early, Uncle Henry would tell us stories about wild animals, ghost or “haints” he liked to call them. That night he told a story about
a mean old bear that would get you and you would never be seen or heard from again. He told how the bear could hide behind a tree and pounce and grab you before you knew what was happening. Well that story didn’t scare me. We had our cake and watched our television shows, and then it was midnight, time for me to go home. Uncle Henry said watch out for that bear. Me and my cousins walked outside on the porch. Sometimes they would walk halfway with me up the road, but that night they was afraid to because of the bear story but wouldn’t admit it because they were boys, I started walking by myself I was doing fine until I got out of the light from the porch. Then I started hearing sounds from the woods surrounding me, something was in the woods. I started to walk a little faster, I was barefooted on a rocky dirt road and the rocks was digging into my feet. I knew there was a presence behind me I started to trot. I felt something breathing on the back of my neck. I heard a thumping sound behind me thump, thump. I started running faster and faster! I got to the house and I burst threw the door out of breath. It was then I realized the thumping sound was my heart beating; the breath on my neck was the wind from walking so fast. It felt good to be home and still alive.The End
Lisa:Crocheting and Gardening
"NOTHING YOU DO FOR CHILDREN IS EVER WASTED”
When I was a child of the age of 10, grandmother Rosie taught me to crochet. She gave me the yarn and crocheting hook to keep and learn to get better. We set down on the sofa. It took several hours to learn to get something that looks good. She was very patient with me. But the more I crocheted the better I got. Then I used this as one of my 4-H projects and won many events my learning to crochet. My grandmother was a very patient woman that loved to teach what she knew.
Learning to work in the garden with mom and aunt Haney. In the summer mom would get us up early. Then we would go to my Aunt Haney's house and work in the garden. My uncle Luster would have the garden plowed and ready to start planting the different crops in the rows. Beans, corn, tomatoes and potatoes would be planted by the end of the day. Some times this would take more than one day. My cousins and I thought of this as a game but my aunt and mother liked for us to help with this. They knew that someday we would benefit for this experience. So, there is nothing you do for children is ever a waste of time.
When I was a child of the age of 10, grandmother Rosie taught me to crochet. She gave me the yarn and crocheting hook to keep and learn to get better. We set down on the sofa. It took several hours to learn to get something that looks good. She was very patient with me. But the more I crocheted the better I got. Then I used this as one of my 4-H projects and won many events my learning to crochet. My grandmother was a very patient woman that loved to teach what she knew.
Learning to work in the garden with mom and aunt Haney. In the summer mom would get us up early. Then we would go to my Aunt Haney's house and work in the garden. My uncle Luster would have the garden plowed and ready to start planting the different crops in the rows. Beans, corn, tomatoes and potatoes would be planted by the end of the day. Some times this would take more than one day. My cousins and I thought of this as a game but my aunt and mother liked for us to help with this. They knew that someday we would benefit for this experience. So, there is nothing you do for children is ever a waste of time.
By Dina
"Nothing you do for children is ever wasted”
My family lived on a small country road, in the area of Rockcastle County called Gum Sulphur. I remember the days when my sisters and I took turns riding a bike. There were four of us that were big enough to ride. If you could peddle and keep it upright you were big enough. We would stand there in the hot sun, barefooted, with the sweat running down our body and our long stringy hair in our face; anxiously waiting for our turn. We would ride less than a forth of a mile, but to us it was a long ride. The funny thing about it was once you got on the bike; you rode it as fast as you could. Most of the time you would be peddling so fast, that my foot would slip off the pedal and you would stump your big toe. You would not even notice that you were hurt until you got back from your ride. Then, you could set down and see how bad you hurt it until it is your turn to ride again.
5/18/2006
Dina
My family lived on a small country road, in the area of Rockcastle County called Gum Sulphur. I remember the days when my sisters and I took turns riding a bike. There were four of us that were big enough to ride. If you could peddle and keep it upright you were big enough. We would stand there in the hot sun, barefooted, with the sweat running down our body and our long stringy hair in our face; anxiously waiting for our turn. We would ride less than a forth of a mile, but to us it was a long ride. The funny thing about it was once you got on the bike; you rode it as fast as you could. Most of the time you would be peddling so fast, that my foot would slip off the pedal and you would stump your big toe. You would not even notice that you were hurt until you got back from your ride. Then, you could set down and see how bad you hurt it until it is your turn to ride again.
5/18/2006
Dina
For Children
Nothing you ever do for children is ever wasted; this is a much-discussed topic that I have all the time with my Cub Scout Leaders and parents. I am the Cub Master for Woodstock pack 275. I work with the boys in all ways; sometimes I am a leader, playmate, substitute Mother, or teacher.
The motto we use is: CUB SCOUTS 1-HOUR A WEEK!! Ha, Ha, Ha!!
Anyone who has worked with Scouts knows this is far from the truth. You spend from one to two hours a week at the weekly meeting. If you are a leader you will spend a couple of more hours preparing your crafts and lessons for the week. As Cub Master there is the monthly pack meeting to prepare for. Fundraisers is also time consuming, we sell popcorn once a year, do car washes, and sometimes we sell flower bulbs or candles.
Do the boys notice what you do for them? You may not think so but from my experience I know they do. I have some boys that have left our pack for one reason or another. (Usually the reason is that their parents don’t want to spend the time to bring them to meetings or activities.) If I meet one of these boys out at school or the store they always remember me. I always get a bright smile and a big hello, or sometimes I will get a big bear hug. This makes the time and effort spent worth more than all the gold in Fort Knox. By Sheila
The motto we use is: CUB SCOUTS 1-HOUR A WEEK!! Ha, Ha, Ha!!
Anyone who has worked with Scouts knows this is far from the truth. You spend from one to two hours a week at the weekly meeting. If you are a leader you will spend a couple of more hours preparing your crafts and lessons for the week. As Cub Master there is the monthly pack meeting to prepare for. Fundraisers is also time consuming, we sell popcorn once a year, do car washes, and sometimes we sell flower bulbs or candles.
Do the boys notice what you do for them? You may not think so but from my experience I know they do. I have some boys that have left our pack for one reason or another. (Usually the reason is that their parents don’t want to spend the time to bring them to meetings or activities.) If I meet one of these boys out at school or the store they always remember me. I always get a bright smile and a big hello, or sometimes I will get a big bear hug. This makes the time and effort spent worth more than all the gold in Fort Knox. By Sheila
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