The way it should be!!
Why does fishing make me so happy?
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NEW CONDO FOR 6
STACKED UP AT PINEY WOODS INTERNATIONAL
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KITCHEN SINK CHICKEN NOODLE SOUP
A cool morning inspired leftovers-bowl of soup for lunch. I get as much pleasure throwing leftovers in a pot to make a meal as I do sitting down and eating. Often, it seems that the less I fuss over preparing a dish, the better it turns out. Such was the case here.
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1955 era family photo
My aunt is pictured in the middle and neighbor friend is sitting in the back. I can remember her friend vividly, but cannot remember her name. The families spent a lot of time fishing the Willapa River, all the way out into the Willapa Bay. When the salmon were running, they were on the river.
Dad and I inherited this boat and turned it into a ski boat during my high school years. While looking for more photos of that project boat, I came across this photo.
I think that is an old Sea King outboard motor.
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COMMON PLACE
Today, these cans are found at estate sales/garage sales. Quite often, they made their way from kitchens into garage workshops storing a myriad of parts, pieces and tools. And yes, also as a way of hanging on to our/the history.
A quick war story:
In 1967. I was flying helicopter gunships in Vietnam. Several teams of 2 helicopters were stationed for a one-day gig away from our main base. We were near a small village with dirt roads and a makeshift runway. Fuel and ammo were air-lifted in to us for that day's operations.
During a lull, we found ourselves sitting on an old wooden fence awaiting a "fire mission" radio call. We were watching folks coming and going from the village and children playing. A young girl approached from a distance on a bicycle with a front basket loaded with fresh warm rolls just out of an oven. She stopped to sell and we bought. Warm bread is a universal comfort food and the moment was a special treat for us far from home.
As we opened the fresh-baked rolls, we noticed that ants had also been baked into the rolls. Not a lot, but enough to notice. We laughed and ate the rolls without hesitation, joking that the ants were added protein. Had this particular "baker" been able to store flour in airtight tin cans like those pictured above, the flour would likely have been free of ant pests.
Regardless, the fond memory of that fresh-baked bread still plays in me after all of these years.
Airtight tin cans are a good thing for storage of food goods.
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CHAT GPT AI PRODUCED
A good friend of my wife sent in a photo to Chat GPT and asked it to reproduce the photo in a style similiar to that of Iris Scott.
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JIBBER JABBER
It is the time of the year for both of us for annual doctor visits. Blood work and checking on anything new we need to address. A few days have been spent on the road to get these visits completed.
Bottom line, if we are worse for wear, it appears that all of it is within normal operating ranges for our ages. A few more aches with some noticeable creeking in our movements. But we appear to be "ok" with no engine warning lights.
Each week brings more news that should send shivers down my spine. News of war, and war, and violence of people on people. My head is not in the sand, but neither am I running around yelling "the sky is falling, the sky is falling."
We do what we can do, watch out for each other, keep close to neighbors and friends, try to eat healthy and squeeze each day for goodness. Folks hold doors open for us, say good morning, have a nice day and God be with you. I cannot remember one encounter or passerby this past week that has not acknowledged us with a wave, or just pulling off the driveway to sit and visit about the weather and east Texas weeds and seeds. All offering kind words of wellness.
My wife tells me she loves me often each day and that is a two-way street. After 25, years the woman still loves me and I her. A good way to end this week's blog and extend to you a "God Bless." Appreciate the visit.
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