Peanut Brittle, a new experience

We knew there would be changes in store for us when we moved!  We changed our address, and our neighbors -- but, of course, not our friends.  We had to change our vehicle when we discovered that a one ton "dually" truck is not ideal for city driving.

We've had to change our eating habits because Mexican restaurants -- especially good ones! -- are few and far between in the middle of Ohio.  And, of course, we've had to make some changes to our wardrobe as winter approaches.  We are already taking advantage of the warm gloves and knit hat we got at Walmart.

But we never dreamed we'd have to make drastic changes in the skills we contribute to our volunteer service. Pulling weeds, caulking windows and painting window frames at the church we knew how to do.  But, the major fund-raising project for our Columbus-area church, is making peanut brittle to sell!

It took us most of our ten years in south Texas to learn how to roll enchiladas, the main ingredient of the fund-raiser at our church in Edcouch,  I think we were getting pretty good at that.  But making peanut brittle required a whole new set of skills from us.  Major changes like that are difficult for us septegenarians to master!  But it was sure fun -- and yummy! -- trying!

The next time you chomp down on a piece of homemade peanut brittle, please appreciate the complicated and exacting process it takes to make it.

It starts with the peanuts, large bags of them!

Then, someone more knowledgeable than we are, mixes the proper amounts of  sugar, syrup and a little water (as in the front skillet above).  And that's where we novices can help: at the entry level of stirring.  When the syrup is just the right color, baking soda and peanuts are added, and the constant stirring continues (as in the skillet at the back).  At this step, it takes someone a little more experienced than we are because with the addition of the peanuts the stirring gets more challenging. 

Again, when the color of the mix gets just right, it must quickly be poured out into a flat, buttered pan (back left), and rapidly be "forked" out as thin as possible with buttered forks (front, right) before it cools and gets set.

Then the pans are set aside to cool thoroughly.  Once cooled, the candy mass is broken up into small, bite-sized pieces which are packed into plastic boxes for sale.

And there, neatly stacked, was one Saturday morning's work.  But there would be at least two more opportunities to practice our newly developed skills! 

Welcome to our house: a virtual tour

After only two and a half months, we are finally settled in our new abode and ready to welcome visitors!  So, come on in and let us show you around.

We don't expect to get much use of our small front porch in the coming few winter months.  But a couple of porch chairs from a near-by used furniture store prepare it for next spring.

Come in and make yourself at home.

The living room is small -- but bigger than the RV offered!

The larger -- and unmoveable -- living room gives us space to appreciate some of our "pretty things" that have been in storage for ten years.

This glass door curio cabinet has been cared for by my great niece while we were on the road.  We reclaimed it when we settled down and it gives us space to show off some of our souvenirs and remembrances, including my Vietnamese tea set there on the second shelf,

and my lovely lacquer and mother-of-pearl in-laid photo album.

The dining room, which opens from the living room, is large enough for us to display a beautiful quilt made by Bruce's mother and several of our favorite scenes from our decade of RV travel.

The kitchen opens off the dining room, has lovely granite counter tops, and a dishwasher,

stove,microwave, refrigerator,

and a HUGE pantry cupboard!

The short hallway from the living room leads back past the guest bath (on the right) to the bedrooms.

Our bedroom gives us a chance to enjoy the "friendship quilt" that was Bruce's retirement gift from the last church he served as pastor.  And the corner is just big enough for my desk, printer table and bookshelf that were all in storage for the past ten years.

The quilt is as warm with memories as it is with weight!

As you can see, we have plenty of closet space.  It's a good thing because now we have to have different wardrobes of clothes for four seasons of weather!

The "necessary room", of course.  It's so close to the bed I can find it in the dark of night!

Lots of space, but we had to add more storage units so we could find things in the wide open spaces!

Bruce's private work space is in the "guest room": desk, bookshelf, computers, printer.

This quilt, made by my grandma 70 years ago, makes a unique wall hanging in the "guest room."  It provides an interesting backdrop for our Sunday evening live stream worships.

Bruce's study doubles as the "guest room."  So, if you come for an overnight visit, this couch will be turned into your bed,

and there will be plenty of storage places for your belongings!

The hallway back out to the living room gives us lots of space to hang favorite family pictures.

Located between the entryway and the garage, the laundry room is great!

"Free at last, free at last,. from laundromats I'm free at last!"

The garage, too, is a real blessing.  Whoever heard of a condo having a two-car, enclosed garage?   There's room to store file cabinets, bicycles, and lots of junk, plus one small car. 

Our little house is one of twenty units in our small village.

We are gradually getting acquainted with our neighbors.

There's a tiny amount of green space in our village.  But just beyond that wooden fence in the distance is the Ohio-Erie Bike Trail.  What a treat to walk or bike it.  But winter is coming, we know, and it won't be nearly as much fun to bike or walk in the snow and ice!

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So, in picture and description, that is our humble abode.  We'd be delighted if you could come and see it for yourselves.  Call ahead to make sure we are home, but you are welcome anytime!

It's Official!

No longer are we wanderers, as we have been for the last decade.  We are now officially settlers, because ten days ago we sold our wheels.

It had worn a "For Sale" sign since early September which had drawn some inquiries, but nothing serious.  Then, about a month ago Bruce had put up a listing -- including pictures -- for it on the Escapees on-line forum.  That generated a few phone calls but, when the callers heard that the fifth wheel was not "all seasons," equipped with freezeless water and waste tanks, they were not interested.

We had moved the rig to its storage spot on our son's property in Athens County, Ohio.  We were preparing to adorn it with the "For Sale" sign again when he had a better idea: Post the sign in front of the trailer in a more visible place at the roadside.   He even crafted us an eye-catching roadside notice.

Less than a week later, a call came from a woman who lives in his neighborhood, about four miles from his house.  She was seriously interested and was not discouraged when we told her about its seasonal limitations.  Her reply was, "Well, it can't be any worse than the one I'm living in now."

A few days later we met her at the trailer's resting place and gave her the complete tour, inside and outside.  She was obviously impressed and kept saying, over and over, "This is beautiful.  Those pictures (on the on-line listing) don't do it justice."  She bought it on the spot for only $1000 less than our asking price!  She was ecstatic and we were delighted that the RV dealer who offered us only $1000 was wrong!

She is retired from the police department of Toledo and has moved back to Athens County to help care for her father.  She was living in an old 27-foot trailer on her parents' farm.  The stove didn't work, there was no storage, and the roof leaked.  So our 32-foot New Horizons in excellent condition, and with lots of storage was a major upgrade in her housing.  She says her friends refer to it as "the castle."

Her purchase of our former "home on wheels" was a blessing for us, too.  It would not have to sit empty and untended thru the coming Ohio winter, and her check will help us with an upcoming bill for dental care.  Besides that, we were delighted to see it go to a good home where it would be thoroughly appreciated.

So, we are now officially settlers, dwellers in a fixed location, no longer wanderers or footloose.  But the transition has been fun, and is almost complete.  We are already well set up for guests and, being just a mile off the Columbus, Ohio beltway, we're hoping there will be many, including you.

As soon as we get the last of the pictures hung in our little home, we may take you on a virtual tour of it via blog.  Stay tuned.

Hanging Precious Memories

Six weeks we've been living in our new location and we're still trying to make a home out of a house.  The furniture is all moved in, most of the stuff has found storage (hiding) places and we're beginning to develop some routines that work well in these new digs.

We've made frequent use of the near-by bike trail and are really enjoying the brilliant colors of the approaching fall.  We've experienced our first taste of "cold" weather (cloudy, cool rain in the upper 40's) and it was enough to remind us that we don't own very many cold weather clothes!

So the new place is beginning to look and feel like home, except for one thing:  The walls of the new condo are all uniformly painted off-white.  That's an easy color to decorate with but unadorned they look like the walls of some kind of institution!  So, we had to fix that!

We remembered several quilts that had been made for us by special people in our lives but had been in storage for at least 30 years!  Why not use them as part of our decorating scheme and cover up portions of those large, off-white walls?

The first that came to mind was this "Flower Garden" pattern quilt.  We discovered that it just fits this wall in the study perfectly.  A note attached to the quilt said that it was made by my paternal grandmother in the 1940s (which means it is as old as I am!)  Grandma Bessie made a quilt for each of her grandchildren.  She had seven, of which I was the youngest.

Next , we remembered this beauty, made by Bruce's mother in the 1960s.  

It, too, was one of three quilts she made, one for each of her children.  It is quite large, but ios the perfect size for this wall in our dining room.  Our dear friend -- and expert quilter -- Jane Pronovost encouraged me to use a quilt sleeve to hang it which really enhances its beauty.

The quilt is lovely as a total work of art, but even the details are intricate.

Even the quilting stitches are patterned in a graceful way.

We were so pleased with the results of our "memory hangings" that we quickly hung one more quilt piece.

This quilt, wall hanging, and matching pillows were a retirement gift to us from the Greenville Church of the Brethren where Bruce had served as pastor for twenty years.   Each square includes the name -- and creative pattern -- of a family in the church.  It is as warm with memories as it is in weight.

So, finally, after many long years in storage, hidden from view, these gorgeous pieces of fabric art can be displayed and appreciated.  It's been a lot of work, but we are so glad that we have hung these precious memories.

Pulling New Weeds

Some of you dear blog readers may remember how much I enjoy pulling weeds.  Yanking those ugly vegetative intruders out of garden or flower bed is one of my favorite outdoor sports!  When I spend several hours at this task, I feel as if I have struck a blow against evil in the world – or at least the garden! – and it gives me a great sense of accomplishment.

So I grieved a bit when we moved into a condominium where outside maintenance is cared for by others.  “No more weeds to pull,” I thought sadly.  On our daily walks I kept noticing the weeds growing in flower beds in public places and it was all I could do to restrain myself from weeding on public property.

However, there’s good news.  The second week we were here in Westerville, the church had scheduled a workday for the coming Saturday.  We went, and Bruce got busily involved in some cleaning and maintenance projects inside the building.  Some workers were cutting down dead trees in the woods area behind the building.  Others were building and installing benches for bird watching around the prairie area in the front of the church property.

I looked around for a task I could do and I spotted a flower bed, long neglected and nearly overgrown!  So I pulled on my garden gloves and set to work.  Some of the weeds were taller than I am.  What a joy to pull or dig them out and discover flowers hiding behind them and good fertile soil beneath!

There were lots of thistles – which reminded me of the grass burrs of south Texas!  There were long strings of a weedy vine that climbed up and over everything in its path – rather like kudzu but not quite as aggressive.  There were roots and stems of long dead shrubs and trees, and grasses of many different types.  It was like a party for this weed-pulling enthusiast!

Bruce came to inform me that it was time for lunch.  I had been working for 2 and a half hours, but I wasn’t done yet!  I didn’t want to quit until I had rescued all the flowers and had completed my job.  He bribed me away from my work with two promises: First, lunch out.  Second, we’d come back and finish the job as soon as possible!

I helped carry off the mountain of vegetation I had removed from the flower bed.  Then  reluctantly I took off my gardening gloves and put away my digging and cutting tools.  Lunch out is even more attractive to me than pulling weeds, so off we went to the nearest Subway restaurant.  But my sadness had lifted because I had found new weeds to pull.

If it ain't true, it oughta' be!

Social science has finally found the key to happiness!  A recent research study has found that the most accurate indicator for happiness in life is membership in a faith community and adherence to the values taught by the faith.  A relationship with a loving Supreme Being gives meaning and purpose to life, hope and courage in times of stress or loss, and serenity as the end of life approaches.  Some of us have known that for many years out of our own personal experience!

I was born into the lap of the church – and there I grew up!  I was loved and cared for, encouraged, enjoyed community, and responded to challenges.  I was given freedom to ask questions and pursue answers that were different than those others had discovered.

I remember the days when church benches were full on Sunday mornings, and activities continued through the week.  The spiritual realities of life were respected and honored.  Faith was not just a personal pilgrimage but a journey with treasured companions.

Now, in the seventh decade of my life, things have changed.  Many church benches are empty and I see more and more of my society rushing from task to task.  Folks run from one entertainment to another without time or interest in the movement of the Holy Spirit.

An atmosphere of cynicism and doubt has poisoned many searches for truth.  “You can’t prove God exists,” they challenge.  “I can’t see, hear, smell or touch God so why should I believe in God?”  “I’m a self-made person.  What do I need God for?”  “ I just can’t believe any more that all those old stories about Jesus are true.  I mean all that Bible stuff about kindness and forgiveness, and meekness and humility just isn’t realistic in today’s world.”

That may indeed be an accurate description of our 21st century society.  And it is quite possible that some of the tenets of faith people have been taught are not true.  But our society craves happiness, hope, meaning, compassion, community, and peace.  These are the gifts of a loving  Creative Power above and beyond us and the tangible things of our lives.  Now even social science research agrees: there is a positive connection between happiness and faith in God!

So, to all the cynics, nay-sayers, atheists, agnostics, skeptics, and doubters, if  God – and God’s incarnation in Jesus – ain’t true, it oughta’ be!

The Dangers of Bicycling in Westerville

Westerville, Ohio is certainly the most bicycle-friendly town we have ever lived in!  It has a well-designed system of bike/walk trails that reach nearly every place within the city and some scenic areas outside of town.

Fortunately for us, our new condo is located just about half a block from one of those trails! So, of course, we had to get out our bikes, dust them off, put air in the tires, and try out our local bike trail.  It is great!  Nice road surface, protected street crossings, no major hills, and absolutely no vehicular traffic!  Despite a few muscles painfully protesting being roused out of retirement, we thought we had found The Promised Land for bicyclists.

"Our" trail runs along the edge of Westerville South High School athletic fields, behind the post office, along the back side of the city building and the library. We ventured out a little farther from home each time we rode.  I always followed Bruce since he seemed to know his way around on the bike trails and I hadn't yet found time to study the map of them.

One evening we explored a little neighborhood park a mile or so north of home.  On another ride, we exited off "our" trail and rode along a trail beside a very busy street.   Another two-wheeled excursion took us across town to the Westerville Community Center several miles from home.

On one fateful afternoon we rode north toward a shopping center.  I had no idea of where we were or where we were going.  I just blindly followed my guide.  At one point, Bruce left the bike trail and crossed the street to the opposite sidewalk.  "That's dumb," I thought "when you have a perfectly good protected bike trail to ride on!"  So, I did not follow his lead but continued on the bike trail on "my" side of the street.

At the corner, I had to wait to cross because the traffic light was red.  I lost track of Bruce amongst the orange barrels of construction at that intersection, but I assumed that he was waiting for me to cross and join him.

As the light turned green, suddenly I saw him, red T-shirt, jean shorts and bike helmet, riding toward me, speeding past me and on down the trail behind me!  By the time I got turned around, remounted my bike seat, and hit the pedals, he was far ahead of me.  "How rude" I thought, "not to even slow down and give me a chance to catch up with him."

The faster I pedaled, the madder I got, as he steadily pulled away from me, almost out of view!   At the next intersection I lost sight of him entirely!  I stopped, angry and entirely confused: I did not know where I was or how to get home and I had no map either on paper or in my head!  Now what?

I was reaching for my cell phone when I heard a familiar voice behind me. "Do you know where you are?" it asked.  "And where in the world were you going so fast?"  It was Bruce!

"I was trying to catch up with you," I retorted.  "Don't you ever do that to me again, lead me out to an unfamiliar place, then take off so fast I can't catch up with you, in a totally strange place with no way to get home!"

"What are you talking about?" he asked with a very confused look on his face.

"I'm talking about what you just did to me, leaving me in the dust, lost and alone in a place I've never been before!  Don't you EVER do that to me again!"

There was a lengthy silence.  Then he asked, "Who were you following?  It wasn't me because I was waiting for you back at the traffic light when I saw you turn around and take off like a bat out of hell.  I couldn't figure out where you were going, so I followed you, and I could barely keep you in sight, you were going so fast."

"Well, then, who was I following?" I asked perplexed.  "I was sure it was you.  He had on a red T-shirt, jean shorts and a bike helmet, just like you.  But, I confess, it's not like you to go so fast as to lose me in a strange place.  So it really wasn't you after all?"

"No, my dear, it wasn't me," he reassured me as my temper cooled.  "And I'm so glad that you couldn't catch that strange man in the red T-shirt that you were chasing.  If you had, I might have lost you forever!"

Yes, biking in Westerville is great - if you follow the right person!