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Normally, when I look across the road from our house, I see acre after acre of beautiful apple trees highlighted by the hills in the distance.

When I drove home tonight, the wall of boxes started about a quarter or mile from our house and continued just past our field of vision. It is literally boxes as far as the eye can see.

And although our fabulous view has temporarily turned into a fortress of plywood containers, I don’t mind. It is fun to see all the activity over in the orchard. Summer apples make me think of my grandma who was born and raised in the Ozarks. She had a summer apple tree in her yard and my mom would take us to grandma’s when the apples were ripe to pilfer enough to make a pie. Grandma would have something delicious like fried chicken and blueberry pie for us to eat – and nobody made chicken like her chicken. It was legendary.

The apples were a yellowy-green and tart. They weren’t big by any standard, but good gracious, they could make a tasty pie.

So here is to summer apples, fried chicken and grandmas. May they be a part of your best summer memories.

She Who Misses Her Grandma

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Miss Molly

Today is my oldest brother’s youngest daughter’s birthday.

Huh?

My niece Amanda, the one in the photo with her buddy Tuff, is celebrating her birthday today. I will refrain from saying how old she is because she was born 10 years after I was and it is difficult for me to think in terms of numbers that high. Really it is.

I remember the first time I saw her – she was just a few days old and so tiny and beautiful. She quickly became my baby. I spent a lot of time babysitting her in her first few years and was nearly devastated when my brother packed up his family and moved them to the ends of the earth.

Amanda was a live wire from the get go. She was bubbly and vivacious, full of sass and fun. Not much has changed over the years.

I’m not exactly sure when or why I started calling her Miss Molly, but the nickname has stuck all these years. My dad, who also has the unique habit of giving people nicknames dubbed her Samantha Jane and called her that for years and years. I’m not sure that he doesn’t still call her that. How the child grew up to know her name is a wonder.

So as she celebrates her birthday today, I hope she knows her auntie is thinking of her and wishing her every happiness today and always. And remembering the little girl who used to sing “My boyfriend’s back,” who asked for “ointmilk” for breakfast and spent an adventuresome day with me learning the true meaning of “shop til you drop.”

Happy, Happy Birthday, Miss Molly! Hope it is fantastic!

Love you!

Your auntie

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Cherry was raring to go the next morning so we headed off to the shooting range for the  Women on Target class, sponsored by the National Rifle Association. There is a great story about the reason why these classes were started that I won’t get into here, but the class stressed the importance of every woman being able to safely handle a gun.

We got these cute hats at the class. I love the Annie Oakley on the brim!

We were welcomed with bags of goodies including ear plugs, safety glasses, informational material and cute hats that said “Women on Target” and had a sweet Annie Oakley on the brim.  I will never, ever be even remotely like Annie Oakley which is why I probably love her on the hat much more than I should.

So after a very informative presentation, the women attending were allowed to circulate through several stations, shooting a variety of firearms. Volunteers from the gun club manned each station providing great information and helping those of us attending learn all about the guns we were shooting.

Cherry gets a lesson in shooting a 22 Rifle. She did awesome hitting the target.

The fact that it was cold and windy didn’t seem to dampen the enthusiasm of the group. I think most of the volunteers were a bit baffled by us women. Instead of grunts and slapping each other on the back as the men may be prone to do, the women cheered and clapped whenever someone hit a target. I heard more than one “way to go, girlfriend!” Not only was it fun to learn about all the different guns and get to shoot them, it was great just to watch all the women participating.

Cherry also did really well with this handgun, blasting away the target. I did much better with this one, too. I actually hit the target five times all in a row.

It didn’t take long to figure out I was having a bit of a problem shooting. It seems that I am one of the freakazoids who is “cross  dominant.”  Everyone has a dominant eye which is especially important in shooting because it is the eye you will sight with.  The dominant eye will judge speed and range, and focus more accurately than your other eye. Most right-handed people are right-eye dominant. Most left-handed people are left-eye dominant. Some are like me and are cross-dominant, meaning I have a strong left eye but am right-handed.

This creates a bit of a challenge when shooting rifles and shotguns because it is nearly impossible to sight with your left eye and shoot right-handed. So some of the instructors had me shoot left-handed and some had me try to sight with my right eye. Consistency was not the name of the game Saturday. But that was okay.

The last station was the shot-gun area where we got to shoot at clay pigeons. I think it was my favorite part of the class. Mostly because I blasted one into smithereens and Cherry cheered me on. Deciding to end on a high-note, we wandered back to the car just as the sky opened up and started dumping down rain.

Not only was the class way more fun than I was anticipating, I am no longer completely terrified of guns and really do see a lot of value in women learning basic gun safety. If you ever have the opportunity to attend a class, take advantage of it. You’ll meet some great people and enjoy a few hours of learning something new.

She Who Will Never Be Confused with Annie Oakley

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Thirty plus years ago my parents built a house, the one where they currently reside, and moved from the little house that was originally on The Farm. I lived in what was dubbed The Old House for the first few years of my existence. Sadly enough, the only photo I have in my possession of The Old House is the one above. (Yes, I am the one on the pony. If I remember correctly we called it Blue and that is most likely my sister-in-law hiding behind the pony. I would know more detail but I was 3 at the time.) You can see the front of the house in the photo. Note the steps out front.

About a year ago, my nephew, who now owns The Farm, started tearing down The Old House. It had passed derelict status a long time ago and progressed to a hazard. In the fall, the house went from standing upright to having the walls caved in and the roof on the ground. At the far right of the photo you can see the front steps.

Saturday night, because all the family was gathered and we didn’t have anything better to do, Matt decided to burn the house. It was quite a finale to the evening, I must say.

After pouring a little fuel on the dry wood, Matt lit the fire and we all stood around watching and waiting.

It didn’t take long for the fire to start spreading.

The flames were really hopping on this side of the house.

In no time at all, the entire structure was on fire. A few of us watched completely intrigued by the fire whirls. It was at this point my young niece Katie decided we needed to find some marshmallows to roast. We finally convinced her they would be melted before they ever got toasted. Not to mention none of us wanted to get any closer to the fire.

Here you can really see one shooting up in the midst of the fire. The fire whirls are basically ascending currents of air, like a dust devil except with fire. We think the combination of extreme heat (because believe me it was really, really hot) and the fire burning together from two opposing corners caused the velocity to start the whirls. As they burned up and out, little dust devils swirled around the surrounding area. Sorry, it was too dark to get photos of the swirling dust and to be quiet honest, the swirling flames were much more interesting!

You can see here the big plumes of black smoke are gone and the flames are burning really hot as it gets down to embers. This was about the time one of the neighbors came over to see if we were trying to burn down the world or just a small portion of it.

And here are the blazing hot embers at the end of the fire. I should have gone back the next morning to take photos of the ashes, but it just seemed better to stop here.

She Who Thinks Fire Whirls are Fascinating

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