Yesterday was Green Ridge Park Day. Annually held, this event brings out local crafters to assemble their booths and wares along the edges of the city park. To put this in perspective, Green Ridge has a population of 476 according to the 2015 Census. But the folks here turn out to support the volunteer fire department, public school that serves grades K thru 12, and other local groups with silent auctions, ticket raffles, grilled burgers and hot dogs and plenty of fun and games for all ages. A real family event.
This morning, I’m sharing with you a few items that sold from my Etsy store listings.
But before I do that, I want to tell you about the fair number of little girls who were interested in crochet, sewing, and beading for jewelry. I must take this moment to stress to readers in all walks of life the importance of passing on these traditions of creating handmade items.
A couple weeks ago, a neighbor was feeling generous enough to let my daughter and I walk through this door and peek inside his rental property. He has been upgrading this home for over a year now. Taking one room at a time as you get the time and money is one way to save yourself the cost of contractors. And a way to make sure it’s done right. I was given the OK to take some pictures of what he has done with the place.
Once inside the front door.
Some lucky renter will have a clean slate to work with.
All the homes on our street are ‘cookie cutter’ types built in the early 1950’s.They arrived on the rails behind my home (the Katy Trail) and were dropped off to be assembled. They were built to house Boeing employees and enlisted men who were building missiles and installing them in the silos. Whiteman Air Force Base about 20 miles away, was their base of operations. Amenities in these homes included one car garage, one bath and 3 bedrooms with an eat-in kitchen and a living room. No basements unless you were one of the officers and you lived a couple streets over. Many years later, most have at least done away with the asbestos siding and changed these homes to suite their more modern lives.
Sitting here as the wife of a retired law enforcement officer and daughter-in-law of a firefighter thinking the tragedy of that horrible day never shocks me any less. The making of snowflakes is for my personal remembrance. They will be on my Christmas tree this year. My heartfelt sympathies as always to the victims’ families.
This week, let’s keep our angles sharp and heart rate fast.
These were the instructions.
I’m afraid I get enough racing heart moments when my day begins and ends with keeping up with a group of children under age 5. I choose to select this picture of where land and sky meet at the edge of a fenceline. Enjoy!
According to records, the last passenger train left the depot in 1958.
Lots of events and cool stuff to be found here if you’re ever in the area.
The Katy Depot of my childhood was in terrible shape. Flooded basement, broken windows, holes in the roof throughout and boarded up. A sad state of affairs that I wish I had a photo of to show you. Or maybe it’s good I don’t. If someone had told me back then that as an adult I’d be entering these doors for an event dressed in period clothing of 1900 performing my banjo, I would have never believed it. A bit surreal but it made some great memories.
The fully-renovated Katy Depot brings back its old glory days.Today, Sedalian’s have a great source of pride that it is being utilized in so many ways that include preserving a bit of our history.
Caught in thoughtful reflection was this moment of my daughter reading a description of this piece entered into the Missouri State Fair exhibits. I love seeing her in such concentrated interest. Here’s what captured her so.
After she read it she asked me, “Mom did you See that? Can you Imagine having to display your sewing abilities to Marry?!” This brought on some thought-provoking discussion of the times they lived in compared to ours.
None of the photos do the piece any justice, but you can see why we were spellbound and in awe of the delicate beauty displayed in this woman’s needlework of 1841.
About 3 weeks ago I told you about a Ruana pattern I was going to try out.
Crocheting at Rachel’s
I’ve been working on it for the last 21 days apparently according to the blog entry dates. I now have a clearer picture of the progress.
With only 1 skein of yarn left, I’m not sure I’ll have enough to make the extra generous length this project requires. But the coloring is very rich and it will wrap someone up pretty nicely when I get finished with that last bundle you see there. I may be calling this a wrap. Pardon the pun.
Entering into a well-traveled road phase in life between home and Lawrence, Kansas. Last week there was a day we were pretty thankful that the daughter had one of these doors at her place. And I decided I’d take a picture of it and let you know that in our part of the world, tornado season is Not over.
Now to share a little view of ‘the drive’.
This was our clue that things may get interesting. And I don’t mean the Integrity sign. However, maybe that was a message from above?
It’s gonna get even better.
That, dear readers, is what a black sky looks like.
This is what rotation looks like when frozen in a photo. Or when you’re driving to get the heck outathere. No zoom used in this shot FYI.
Even with the spots on the windshield, that sunset is a welcome sight!