Tonight I am sad.

I am sad for Paris and its people. And for the world.

I am sad for a situation that I cannot change.

I am sad that someone that I love has to have so many difficulties.

Tonight I am sad.


Here I sit on a Saturday morning. I should be doing about a million other things, but I want to write. I haven’t written here in so long that I’m sure my blog has been long forgotten by many. I’ve debated for months about whether or not to bring my blog back and decided to give it a go. A little update…

What has been going on? Well, the biggest change in my life in the last couple of years is that I’m a Nana now! My daughter Jamie adopted the most adorable little boy ever and he is the sunshine in our everyday. He joined our family when he was just 2 1/2 months old and the adoption was final 10 days before his first birthday. He’s 17 months old now. ­čÖé I babysit every day so I’m a pretty busy Nana as our business has been super busy and I still do the office work too.


Here’s our SuperBen!

My husband and I still operate our business and will for several more years yet. Not old enough or rich enough for retirement yet. Not as much time for antiquing, but we enjoy it when we can. Our kids are super busy with life and work. A teacher, a CNC programmer/machinist, and a nurse. I’m super proud of my daughter, son, and my son’s girlfriend. They’re all good and kind people and hard working.

Duke is still doing silly things, albeit somewhat less and slower as he just turned 9. Our daughter’s dog Sosha now lives with us full time. Our son and his girlfriend have two dogs (Harley and Brody) and also foster rescue dogs. I can’t wait to get over to their house and see the week old puppies that they have right now! Ricky (Jamie’s cat), Lucy, and Ethel (Jon and Brittany’s cats) round out the family and don’t live with us. After having cats my whole life, Jim and I are on a very long term cat break.


Duke up to some of his shenanigans. ­čÖé

Well, that was my life… in a nutshell. I hope to do this more often than once every two years. Maybe once a week? Maybe. I have a lot less time than I used to, but I miss my writing.

Should I, Or Shouldn’t I?

As I sit here waiting for Jim to finish setting up the rig, I’m think-think-thinking.

My life’s gone through a ton of changes this past year and a half or so. Maybe I need to start journaling it again in the form of my blog.

I’m posting from my phone so this may be interesting. Am I even on the right blog? ­čśŐ

So…what do you think?

Duke…Under The Weather

Duke here.

Not much going on. I’m not feeling well today. I had a couple of accidents in the house during the night. I was really upset and embarrassed, but my mom and dad understood. They even took me to run some errands with them today.

I think I’ll lay low and get some rest today…

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Starting Back At The Beginning

Once upon a time, sixty years ago, a little girl lived in the Big Woods of Wisconsin, in a little gray house made of logs.

~Little House in the Big Woods by Laura Ingalls Wilder; Chapter 1 — at the very beginning

Most of you have heard my story before. How I was introduced to the Little House books by Laura Ingalls Wilder┬áby my sixth grade teacher Mr. Lazarus┬áwhen I was eleven. If only I could find Mr. Lazarus now to thank him for how he changed my life. How I checked out each and every book from our school library till I read them all. How one day a classmate, a boy, no less, found out which book I was getting on that library day (I had earned a reputation by then as the girl who was reading all those books) and raced in ahead of me and checked it out just to torment me. And how I, shy and quiet as I was, told the librarian what he had done and she made him give the book to me. How Laura and her books sparked my lifelong love of American History and respect of Native Americans. And horses too, although I chose the “Indian pony” Appaloosa horse as my breed of choice over her Manly’s choice of the Morgan horse, but let’s face it, I love ALL horses.

I can still remember all the extra early finds. The Laura Ingalls Wilder Songbook that I spotted on a bookstore shelf. The discovery of The First Four Years and On The Way Home were like finding treasures. And doing a school report on Laura when I looked under “W” in the public library set of encyclopedia and saw that tiny little picture of Laura as a woman in her 80s. That tiny passage was all that I could find about the real Laura and I wanted to know so much more. You can imagine my delight later when I discovered the William Anderson (well known Laura Ingalls Wilder expert) booklets! Remember folks, this was all in the early to middle 1970s.

I wanted to be Laura. I wanted to live like Laura lived, although in my preteen mind she lived permanently in the late 1800s. I wanted to see where Laura lived. I wanted others to  love those books and their storyteller as much as I did. I wanted to meet others who shared my love. I wanted to help to preserve the Laura Ingalls Wilder legacy for future generations too.

Guess what! I was able to fulfill so many of my dreams. I have been able to see many of the places that Laura lived and I have met so many others who share the same love. I ┬áhave been able to meet so many of those same people by going to two LauraPalooza conferences, where I learned more than I ever thought I needed to know about my favorite author. And there have been so many other Laura adventures that I have been lucky enough to experience! I’ve even been privileged to have been able to help preserve her legacy by helping at the website Beyond Little House and even writing several posts there. Plus, I was honored to serve for a year on the board of the Laura Ingalls Wilder Legacy and Research Association.

How lucky am I? And I’m not done yet. I plan to help preserve Laura’s legacy in other ways, maybe quiet more simple ways, but I will never stop.

And for now, I’m going back to my LIW beginnings. I’ve spent the last few years learning new things and almost feel as if I’ve lost sight of why I first fell in love with Laura and her writing. So, I’m connecting myself with her earlier writing and the things that others have discovered and shared with us. And most of all, I’m re-reading the Little House books. Just for the pure joy of it all.

Today is the anniversary of Laura Ingalls Wilder’s birth in that little log house in the big woods of Wisconsin. And I am oh so glad that she decided to share her stories with us.

Happy Birthday, Laura Ingalls Wilder!

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