Showing posts with label Men. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Men. Show all posts

Monday, October 2, 2017

Memory Monday: Dirty Diapers in Our Family


four generations of our family

DIRTY DIAPERS IN OUR FAMILY

Several years ago, my mother noticed that (at church) many of the fathers were the ones who took their little ones out of the service because the child was acting up, crying, or (if the dad was carrying a diaper bag) to change the baby’s diaper. That observation really amazed her. But when you think back about when she raised her children (starting in the late 1940s), most women were “stay-at-home” moms and care of the children was just part of what they were responsible for.

I don’t think my dad ever changed a diaper—wet or dirty--in his life. Now move forward to when my husband and I had children. He will tell you that he changed a couple of wet diapers, but never a dirty one. I got all that “fun.” But then, like my mother, I was a full-time at-home mom. Last year while we watched our new granddaughter during the day while both of her parents worked, my husband didn’t want me to go anywhere and leave him alone with our granddaughter for fear that she might have a dirty diaper. Now that she is potty-trained, he’s fine with me going on a few errands and leaving him alone with her.

The other day, my daughter and I were talking. She mentioned that the father of one of their friends wouldn’t change his grandchild’s dirty diaper. I told her about her father’s aversion to the same thing last year. She shook her head and said, “Men of my generation are different from that.” And I agree with her. I’ve seen her husband change his daughter’s dirty diapers.


All I can say is that my husband is happy that our granddaughter has passed the dirty diaper stage and hasn’t reached the “boy” stage yet.

Thursday, September 28, 2017

Throwback Thursday: People Standing In and Around a Car




Man holding hat: “I don’t like this hat. Anyone want to trade?”

That's my caption. What's yours? Leave it in the comments.

Thursday, September 14, 2017

Throwback Thursday: Man in the Yard

The latest from my "old and unknown" files:


Man: “Yes, sir, I’ve come to court your daughter.”
Father: “Which daughter?”

Man: “Whichever one will have me.”

That's my caption. What's yours? Leave your caption in the comments.

Thursday, September 7, 2017

Thowback Thursday: Man in Front of a Chimney



What do you think is hiding in that hole in the chimney?

That's my caption. What's yours? Leave it in the comments.

Monday, June 12, 2017

Memory Monday: Father's Day


My Son-in-Law and Granddaughter

FATHER’S DAY

I love the months of May and June because I love Mother’s Day and Father’s Day! I love the family get-togethers and dinners. And I love the presents, especially since I’m the mother now. What can I say—I love getting presents. But more than the presents (well, kinda), it is wonderful to see the next generation getting to share in the celebration—not as children honoring their parents, but as the ones being honored for the role they have taken on as parents. There is no way a child can understand the responsibilities (and worry, fear, joy, and hopes) of a mother or father until he or she becomes one. And only parents who see their children become parents can appreciate what their children are going through as they raise another generation (even though, the grandparents may wonder sometimes about what their children are thinking or doing).

This year is special with my granddaughter here now. I was privileged to share Mother’s Day with my daughter. In the same way, my husband will share Father’s Day with our son-in-law next week.

I want to say something to my father and father-in-law who have already passed on (as well as all the greats and grandfathers who came before them) as well as to my husband and son-in-law (and all those fathers who come after us): Thank you for the care you took to provide for your children, the examples you set, and the love you poured out on your families.


HAPPY FATHER’S DAY!!!

Thursday, April 13, 2017

Throwback Thursday: Man on a Boulder


From the latest in my "old and known" files:



Man—“Look at me! I’m King of the Hill!”

That's my caption. What's yours? Leave it in the comments.

Thursday, April 6, 2017

Throwback Thursday: The Torn Picture


From my "old and known" file:


How do you think this relationship ended?

That's my caption. What's yours? Leave it in the comments.

Thursday, February 2, 2017

Throwback Thursday: Man in a Dapper Suit


From my "old and known" file



“Bowties are cool.” (Doctor Who reference from the 11th Doctor)

That's my daughter's caption. What's yours? Leave it int he comments below.

Thursday, January 5, 2017

Throwback Thursday: Man in front of a Car's Wheel


From my "old and known" file



Man kneeling—“Think anyone will notice if I take this?”

That's my caption. What's yours? Leave it in the comments below.

Thursday, November 17, 2016

Throwback Thursday: A Man with Bananas


From my "Old and Unknown" Files



Man holding bananas: “Yep, my job is to feed the monkeys.”

That's my caption. What's yours? Leave it in the comments below.

Thursday, November 10, 2016

Throwback Thursday: Veteran's Day

This week's Old and Unknown Picture:


To all our veterans on this Veterans’ Day, thank you for your service.

Feel free to leave Veteran's Day thoughts in the comments below.

Monday, September 26, 2016

Memory Monday: Pictures of Family Connected by History

My Great-Grandfather

PICTURES OF FAMILY CONNECTED BY HISTORY
Sometimes as I go through the old family pictures, I tend to lose touch with the people in the pictures. I know who they are, after all, their names are written (sometimes) on the back of the pictures. But after a while of going through them all, they just become photos. I lose the connection to the family unless I have personally known them.
One of the things that has helped me is to try to connect these people with events in history or in the lives of the family members I have known. The man pictured above is my mother’s grandfather on her father’s side of the family. While he was born in Russia in 1872, he came to America in 1892, then settled and married in 1895 while living in Kansas. Now I don’t know what Russia was like in 1872, but I have done enough historical research to know what life was like in Kansas at that time. I can imagine him, his wife (who also migrated from Russia), and their children living and farming on the flat plains of Kansas. I now can get a sense of my great-grandparents, and maybe a little of what my maternal grandmother’s life was like as a small child.
This great-grandfather passed away in 1944—toward the end of the Second World War (and well before I was born). My father and father-in-law both served in that war. I have heard stories from both of these men about growing up in Texas and what life was like at that time. That also helps me to “see” my great-grandfather and the way he might have lived.

While I will never have the connections to people before my grandparents’ generation that I have with the people I have known, talked to, and loved, I can still get a sense of those who came before and maybe, just maybe, be able to pass that on to the generations that come after me.

Thursday, June 23, 2016

Throwback Thursday: Old Construction Workers


Man with pole—OK, men, which contest do you want to do first—throwing the javelin or seeing how far teams can roll the pipe?

That's my caption, but what's yours? Leave it in the comments below.

Thursday, June 16, 2016

Throwback Thursday: Two Men in a Buggy


Man on right—I got the buggy, now I’ve gotta find a girl to go courting.

That's my caption, what's yours? Leave it in the comments below.

Thursday, June 9, 2016

Throwback Thursday: Seven Men and Two Cars



Man on left—We’re going to see how many of us can stand on the back bumper before it falls off or the car tips over. You need to understand this is all for science. Right?

That's my caption, but what's yours? Leave it in the comments below.

Monday, May 16, 2016

Memory Monday: Cooking from a Male Perspective, Part 2

My maternal grandparents on their 50th wedding anniversary

COOKING FROM A MALE PROSPECTIVE, Part 2
Today I am continuing the post from last week from the cook book, THE STAG COOK BOOK,
WRITTEN FOR MEN BY MEN. Last week I mentioned that my paternal grandfather was married when this book was published. Not so with my maternal grandfather. The year this book came out, he married the woman who became my grandmother.
So, here are a few more of the recipes that men of that time liked to eat and in some instances make.

William Allen White (a renowned a renowned newspaper editor and author)
VEGETABLE SALAD
My idea of good food is a vegetable salad. Any kind of a vegetable salad is good; some are better than others. Here is a recipe for a French dressing on a lettuce salad which you should try on your meat grinder, or your potato masher, or your rolling pin or whatever kitchen utensil you can play.
Get a crisps head of lettuce, discard the outer green leaves, using the inner yellow and white. Wash it thoroughly, and after pulling it apart dry each leaf with a tea towel. Put it in a big bowl—a big mixing bowl, six inches deep anyway. Then set that to one side, and get about as much onion as the end of your first finger would make, if it was chopped off at the second joint. Mince that. Put it in the bottom of a bowl. Take a large tablespoon; put in salt and paprika to taste, and don't be afraid of making it salty, then add oil and vinegar, about three or four to one, mixing them in the spoon until it slops over into the onion, and then stir the salt and paprika and oil and vinegar down into the bowl of minced onion, taking a salad fork and jabbing it around in the mixture until the onion has been fairly well crushed and the onion flavor permeates the mixed oil and vinegar, and the salt and paprika have become for the moment a part of the mass. Don't let it stand a second, but pour it quickly into the bowl of dry lettuce, and then stir like the devil. Keep on stirring; stir some more, and serve as quickly as possible.
Cheese may be mashed into the onion before putting on the oil and vinegar and paprika and salt. If one wants to add tomatoes, wait until the last three jabs of the stirring fork into the lettuce, and then quarter the tomatoes and turn them in just before you turn the lettuce over the last two or three times. This is done so that the watery juice of the tomatoes won't get smeared over the oil on the lettuce leaves. If you stir the tomatoes in early, you get a runny, watery, gooey mess. Cucumbers may be added, and they should be stirred in rather earlier than the tomatoes in the business of mixing the lettuce leaves and the dressing. Green peppers may be added if they are cut into strings, but too much outside fixings spoils the salad for me. The tomatoes are about as far as one can go wisely.

Dan Beard (American illustrator, author, youth leader, and social reformer who founded the Sons of Daniel Boone in 1905, which Beard later merged with the Boy Scouts of America)
A BURGOO
Clean and dress the meat of a soft-shelled turtle, a painted turtle, a poker-dot turtle, or almost any other kind of turtle. Clean and dress a rabbit, a ruffled grouse, moose meat, elk meat, deer meat, sheep meat, in fact any sort of game. Cut your meat into pieces about the size of inch cubes. Save the bones, especially the marrow bones, to put in with the meat. Add some salt pork cut into cubes, if you have it.
If you have been thoughtful enough to supply your outfit with some ill-smelling, but palatable dry vegetables, they will add flavor to your burgoo, put all the material in a kettle, and fill the kettle half full of water. If you have beans and potatoes do not put them in with the meat because they will go to the bottom and scorch. While the stuff you have already put in the kettle is boiling, or simmering, peel your onions and quarter them, scrape your carrots and slice them, peel your potatoes, cut them up into pieces—about inch cubes. After your caldron has commenced to boil dump in the fresh vegetables, they will cool off the water and kill the boil. Do not let it come to a boil again, but put it over a slow fire and allow it to simmer. There should always be enough water to cover the vegetables. A can of tomatoes will add greatly to the flavor. Use no sweet vegetables like beets or sweet potatoes. Put the salt and pepper in just before you take it off the fire. When the burgoo is done, strain it into tin cups. The liquid out of an olive bottle adds greatly to the flavor if you pour it in while the stew is cooking. If you have such luxuries in camp as olives and lemons, a slice of lemon with an olive in each cup over which the liquid is poured makes a dish too good for any old king that ever lived.
The excellence of a burgoo depends upon two things, the materials you have of which to make it and the care you take in cooking it. No two burgoos are alike, and every one I ever tasted was mighty good. Civilized material such as can be purchased at the butcher shop and the vegetable store makes a good soup, but the "goo" isn't there. Consequently you cannot call it a burgoo.

Dr. Charles M. Sheldon (American minister. His novel, In His Steps, introduced the principle of “What Would Jesus Do?”)
LIKES BREAD AND MILK
A recipe of my favorite dish is very simple—bread and milk with American cheese broken into it. I eat this dish once a day every day and find it wholesome and nourishing. It does not require any skillful putting together, simply a good appetite and a taste for that sort of provender. If there is an apple pie anywhere around to top it off with, I do not despise that.
I find as a rule that the simpler and more elementary the food, the better so far as the body is concerned. And take it the year around a bowl of milk with fresh bread and rich American cheese, finishing up with "good apple pie like mother used to make," is all the midday meal I need. I can work on that all the afternoon and feel better than if I had had a seven course dinner.
I hope you have enjoyed this glimpse into the past at what some of the men in the early 20th Century like to cook and eat.
Did any of them sound like things your fathers, grandfathers, or great-grandfathers liked to eat?

Thursday, May 12, 2016

Throwback Thursday: A Woman Behind Two Men


Here's my caption:

Man on left--You gotta get past us if you’re gonna ask our little sis to marry you.


What's yours?
Leave your caption for this picture from my "old and unknown files" in the comments.

Monday, May 9, 2016

Memory Monday: Cooking from a Male Perspective, Part 1

My dad and his dad

COOKING FROM A MALE PROSPECTIVE, Part 1
I recently came across a most delightful cook book from 1922. The title is THE STAG COOK BOOK, WRITTEN FOR MEN BY MEN. My grandfather would have been married about twelve years when this came out and had two very small children (my father and his younger sister).
Since I have enjoyed this book so much, I plan to take two weeks to share some of the recipes from it. I hope you enjoy reading the recipes (and the editor’s notes) just as much as I have.

Warren G. Harding (29th US President—serving from 1921 until his death, August 2, 1923)
WAFFLES
2 eggs
2 tablespoons sugar
2 tablespoons butter
I teaspoon salt
pint milk
flour to make thin batter
2 large teaspoons of baking powder
Beat yolks of eggs, add sugar and salt, melt butter, add milk and flour; last just before ready to bake add beaten whites of eggs and baking powder.
Bake on hot waffle iron.
EDITOR'S NOTE:—There is a great deal of argument about the proper dressing for waffles. Various gravies are used by one school of waffle eaters; while honey, maple syrup, and various specially flavored sugar powders are preferred by another.
President Harding is a staunch upholder of the gravy school and likes his in the form of creamed chipped beef.

Jules J. Jusserand (Ambassador to the United States from France) RADISH SALAD
The French ambassador presents his compliments and begs to state that he does not believe that any dish, or food, is more palatable than a salad of radishes, the radishes to be cut in very thin slices and to be seasoned with the usual salad dressing.
EDITOR'S NOTE:—This salad will be at its best if the foundation, upon which the thin slices of radish are placed, is made of small crisp leaves of romaine. The usual dressing—french, of course—is prepared in this way:
To one tablespoonful of lemon or vinegar add three table-spoonsful of the best olive oil, a dash of black pepper, and a half teaspoonful of salt. Beat well with a silver fork, and add enough paprika to give it a ruddy color, and a rich flavor. If the salad dish is rubbed with garlic it will do no great harm to the mixture!

Bruce Barton (American author, advertising executive, and politician)
RICE PUDDING
I am president of the S. R. R. R. P.—the Society for
Restoration of Raisins to Rice Pudding.
I have made a list of New York hotels and clubs and rated them according to the number of raisins they put in a portion of rice pudding as follows:
Class D—no raisins
Class C-1 raisin
Class B-3 or more raisins
Class A—plenty of raisins
To my mind, rice pudding without raisins is like Hamlet without the eggs.
1 cup rice
4 cups milk
3 eggs
cup sugar
teaspoonful salt
package seedless raisins
teaspoon of vanilla
Bake one hour in a hot oven. Set the pan inside of another containing hot water.
Serve with whipped cream and garnish with Dromedary dates.
EDITOR'S NOTE:—Cook the rice twenty-three minutes.

I hope you enjoyed this look at the past and the foods some well-known men (at the time) liked. What were the favorite dishes that the men in your family always requested or like to make themselves?

Thursday, May 5, 2016

Throwback Thursday: Two Well-Dressed Men Evaluating Something Off Camera



Here's my caption:
Man on right “Who do you think they’re looking at, you or me?”

What's yours? Leave it in the comments below.

Monday, April 11, 2016

Memory Monday: Facial Hair in My Family

Me, my husband, and our son

FACIAL HAIR IN MY FAMILY
One year after my husband went with our son to Boy Scout summer camp for a week, he came home with a beard, which he thought would make me fuss and cry out when he tried to snuggle with my neck. What he hadn’t realized was that the hair on his face had grown long enough that it wasn’t scratchy any more. I loved it!!! I loved the look. I loved the feel of it. So he kept it—for twenty years!

As I looked through our family pictures, I noticed something. A lot of my ancestors had facial hair, too. Here are some of their pictures.
One of my paternal great-grandfathers
My other paternal great-grandfather




















One of my maternal great-grandfathers

My other maternal great-grandfather





















Now, I have to admit that I never saw my father, my father-in-law, and neither of my grandfathers with facial hair. As a matter of fact, I remember quite well talking to my father-in-law (who loved his son very deeply) about it one day years ago. He said he would never trust a man with facial hair (actually, I think he said a man with a mustache). I looked at him and asked what if his son had a mustache, and he said he would never trust him either (and my father-in-law wasn’t smiling).
What are your feelings about facial hair? Do you love it or do you hate it?