When I think of my mother, as I did on Mother’s Day, I see her in her mid-60s. She sits in her favorite rocking chair in a circle of lamplight that softens her wrinkles and highlights her brown hair. As she sews a button on one of Dad’s shirts, her wedding band, thinned by 50 years of wear, flashes in the lamp’s glow.
Last week while I was looking for books that celebrate mothers, I came upon two more picture books, and they’re great. I’m featuring them this week before I set my notes aside and lose them. The first book deals with a child’s needs, and the second one is just plain fun. Both books can be found in the children’s room at the Craig branch of the Moffat County Libraries.
It seems like spring is taking its time getting here as the rain keeps falling, but clear skies are on the horizon. Trying to figure out what’s going to happen with our local economy is a bit like waiting for summer to arrive and hoping that the skies will clear and the lush greenery sticks around for awhile. I speak with many people who have lived in Craig for a long time and each one insists that things will come around again.
Lewis “Dude” Dent personified every bit of his unique nickname. He was a scholar, celebrated athlete, war hero and a young man with a high degree of integrity. Each spring Moffat County High School recalls his memory by naming one young man and woman as recipients of the Lewis “Dude” Dent Memorial Award as outstanding student athlete of the year.
This week I tried a new recipe that I found in a periodical. It sounded good so I thought if it was good I’d try to get permission to reprint it in this column. It was a disappointment. So this week I found two recipes from my files that are good. I’ve made both of them several times.
Among the residents at Pipi’s Pasture — the cows, cats, wildlife, and humans — there are lots of mothers, including me. However, this week my thoughts are on one mother in particular, a cat known as “Mama Cat.”
As I was pondering the readings for this upcoming Sunday I was surprised at what kept coming into mind. Believe it or not, the African-American spiritual song from the horrible slavery days kept looming in my mind’s eye. I’m sure that you will remember it when I start with “Nobody knows the trouble I’ve seen, nobody knows my sorrow,” and speaks to the trouble and sorrows that we endure on earth.
I have become obsessed with Pinterest and all of the amazing party ideas that are posted online. My compulsion led me to the book “Celebrate Everyday of the Year….Activities for the Clueless.” This book suggests unique, off-the-wall party ideas for every single day of the year. For example, the entry for May 12 states that the “first wedding in the United States was performed on this day, centuries ago — have a seminar on building better marriages.”
I’m not sure which is worse — that Donald Trump has become the presumptive GOP nominee or that, soon enough, it will all come to seem normal.
"Between growing security lines, shrinking seat sizes and paying extra for everything from carry-ons to window seats, there’s plenty to grumble about in modern air travel." — Michael Bennet
The presidential primary is sorting itself out as each of the leading candidates begin to lock down the possibility of being the eventual nominee.
This coming Sunday is Mother’s Day, and this week’s column celebrates mothers everywhere with two picture books intended for children that are guaranteed to be enjoyed by readers of all ages, especially mothers.
As the chairman of the Craig/Moffat Economic Development Partnership Board of Directors, I’m excited to represent our organization in this month’s column. Our organization is currently hiring an executive director to replace Audrey Danner, I am filling in to keep you informed of our economic growth work and exciting opportunities.
Last week I wrote about a recipe that I used to make when I hadn’t been married too long. This week I was thinking about when I used to make a spaghetti casserole that had hot dogs on top. The hot dogs were left long, but I made a lengthwise slit in each one and filled it with cheese. I think the cheese was from slices that had been cut in strips. The casserole dish was put in the oven until it was hot and the cheese had melted.
After two months of calving season here at Pipi’s Pasture, it’s almost over — as far as the actual calving, that is. (We still have to keep an eye on the calves and brand before “turn out.”) But we’re down to two cows — just two more to calve! When it comes to the chore involved with calving, the cow-checking is probably the most draining so when that’s finished, I’m grateful.