Howdy Partner, the Rodeo is in Town !

In March , Boardwalk Hall in Atlantic City, N.J. hosted the RODEO. From the moment we arrived we knew exactly where we were since the aroma captivated your sense of smell. Personally I can't say it was earth-shaking excitement, but there were those who expressed their devotion to the show by wearing their finest western attire and getting connected with western traditions.

 Howdy, Cowboys!

The show began with an all star parade.

  

Calf Roping 

There were animal rights activists on the boardwalk and I certainly appreciated their sentiments regarding the treatment of animals.  There were times that I cringed when the calves were booted to exit the the holding pen only to be roped and forcefully put down.

Bucking Broncos

If an individual enjoys being tossed into the air by a large bull or bucking horse ---way to go.

 

 

Cowgirls

The barrel racing event was entertaining,  the horses deserved the applause.

The  show did not keep me on the edge of my seat.  Perhaps the  return of the rodeo next year might entice me to say, "Saddle up ."

"Wings" in Flight

It was an interesting day today. Evening was approaching and a moderate wind prevailed. A perfect time for the planes to release their cargo of fertilizer on the precious Pinelands cranberry bogs. Farmers must follow a chemical and fertilizer schedule religiously. Any applications of fertilizer or pesticides must be carefully monitored and approved making certain the grower follows appropriate guidelines. It never becomes boring to watch the pilot dip and dive the plane as he tries to cover all ground area in need of the necessary application.

The pilot watches carefully as the ground crew prepares to load the fertilizer.

 

 

As the propellers quickly turned the noise became quite loud but exciting.  It was intriguing seeing the preparation for lift off.

 

Two planes were serving the area that day.  There are many acres of cranberries in the Pinelands and conditions must be right for the pilots to fly.  Wind, and general weather conditions are factors and the right chemical or fertilizer must be applied  on schedule for the vines to grow and produce their valuable crop.

 

Suddenly the plane appears.  As the pilot uses his skills to guide the plane over the bog, once again it becomes a job well done.

School Daze

                Teacher's Prayer

I want to teach my students how to live this life on  earth

To face its struggles and its strife and to improve their worth.

Not just the lesson in a book or how the rivers flow

But how to choose the proper path wherever  they may go.

And gather all the beauty of a flower and a song

To understand eternal truth and know the right from wrong.

For if I help the world to grow in wisdom and in grace

Then I shall feel that I have won and I have filled my place.

And so I ask your guidance God that I may do my part

For character and confidence and happiness of heart. 

                                    Angels are often disguised as teachers.

                           Everything I needed to know I learned in kindergarten!!!!!

The pre-primer cards have a copyright date of 1930.

 

THE BIG BOOK entered the school reading programs.  It measured 21x24 inches and became a reading program  tool to introduce new vocabulary and new reading material.

A story from the Houghton Mifflin BIG BOOK reading program.

Scott Foresman made it's debut in the 1930's and continued as a favorite reading program through the 1970's.  The main characters were Dick, Jane, Sally, a dog named Spot and a cat named Puff.  Today many individuals instantly recall the only characters in American primary education whose names became household words.  Shopping for items related to the series are readily available, since they continue to hold a memorable childhood experience.  And so the wheels of READING, WRITING and ARITHMETIC will continue to to turn and as always we hope for the best for our young.

Mamma's Breakfast

My best friend Pat and I decided driving on a different route  could offer new scenes, sounds and perhaps an interesting place to have breakfast or lunch.  And so we ventured on to Route 541 going through the historic city of Mt. Holly, N.J.  Not far out of the city limits we came upon a complex of eateries.  We soon agreed Cracker Barrel could be a good choice.  The choice was an excellent one and we left our adventure with a happy smile and no desire for more food.

The sign towers above the restaurant and country store.

Rocking chairs and checkers welcome anyone willing to partake in a little competition before or after a dining experience.

The adjourning country store  has unique items hanging from the ceiling and displayed on the walls.  These items are not for sale, but the items displayed for sale are varied and plentiful.  Valentine's Day was several days away and the array of appropriate and colorful items certainly caught one's attention.

We were very fortunate to have seating near a "real" fireplace.  Newly placed logs had recently been added and the aroma was so inviting.  It was a chilly day and the warmth of the fire added a special charm to the dining experience.

The menu offered an array of  food choices, but Mamma's Breakfast suddenly arroused the taste buds.  We had an exceptionaly nice waiter named Nathan.  He was courteous, attentive, informative and his manners were certainly appreciated.  Pancakes, cherry topping, whip cream, eggs and bacon.  Did we eat everything?  OH, YES !!!

Red Heel Monkeys

Welcome back! The Red Heel Sock Monkeys are making a comeback after a hiatus for a number of years. It was the early part of the twentieth century sock monkeys became a popular, lovable, must have companion. Today's Red Heel Sock Monkeys are achieving notoriety as hats, slippers , puzzles and other clever creations of this classic American icon. Consider yourself fortunate if you can relate to these delightful characters of the past and present.  I hope you enjoy these photos as much as I had taking them.

This is my senior monkey.  His body isn't soft and cuddly because he is stuffed tightly with what appears to be a plastic substance.  He dates to the 1960's  and his suit is made from polyester. 

Sometimes size really counts and if this Red Heel was unwrapped he would be over four feet tall.  I think of him in charge of security since his place is by the door.  He really doesn't do much except make an impression and entertain visitors.

This little treasure was found at a flea market.  He plays the same tune as any jack-in-the-box, but who could resist his adorable expression and lively tune when he does his pop-up.

Visualize these little guys doing a circus act---without a contract.  In 2011 their troupe contained two members, now there are five.

Now that you have met some Red Heel Monkeys perhaps you will  take a second to visit with them when shopping.  Remember they come in all sizes, colors and adorable facial expressions. I like the thought of making your own. Directions are easily found on the Internet.  A pair of socks, stuffing and a little patience will give you a rewarding creation.  HAVE FUN !                   

Let's Talk Cranberries

It is relatively easy to research the history of cranberries on the Internet, but it's the ultimate visual experience to witness the beauty of a cranberry harvest in the fall.  The pinelands offer this opportunity because October and November are the months the bogs are flooded and the harvest begins.  The grower of course hopes his winter, spring and summer efforts will now produce a well earned crop.  The cranberry has well earned its place on the best of food menu and it certainly has come a long way since the Native Americans first used the little bouncy berry as a salve to draw from an infection.

Cranberries are considered therapeutic and generally are known for their health benefits.  Consider the following:  they are good for heart health, urinary tract infections, defense against infections, dental health and the list goes on.  And we must not forget they taste good.

These cranberry boxes depict a time from many years ago when farmers hired laborers to hand pick their crop.  The vines were long and tangled and the berries were not always visible.  Basically an individual had to be on hands and knees to do the job.

Along came the cranberry scoop.  This particular scoop weighs nine pounds and has wooden teeth.  Later scoops were made several inches smaller with metal teeth.  Like the name implies the berries were scooped from the vines and it definitely proved to be a back breaking job.

Before wet harvesting began a dry harvesting machine similar to the wet harvesting machine seen in this photo was used.  The above photo depicts one method of wet harvesting still used today.

This machine has a larger reel for knocking the berries off the vines.  Once again it is considered wet harvesting and the machine has proven to have advantages and disadvantages.  The gentlemen walking in the bog guides the driver to where the berries are visible.

What's next?  This might be the newest concept in harvesting cranberries.  The grower is experimenting with  an elaborate aluminum harvester.  It appeared to do quite well on the 2011 harvest.

The grower constantly monitors the crop for insects, dryness, wetness, color and possible rotting.  Like any farm crop sometimes it's a 24-7 dedication  that one can only hope proves to be profitable.

REMEMBER:  Everytime you open your mouth and put food in it , you can thank a farmer.

Oh so good!                                          Cranberry Nut Pie                        Oh so easy!

2 cups cranberries                              1cup sugar

1/2 cup walnuts chopped                    1 1/2 sticks of melted butter

1/2 cup sugar                                      2 eggs

1 cup flour                                           2 tsp almond extract

Mix together cranberries, walnuts and 1/2 cup of sugar, spread in bottom of well-greased 10 inch pie plate.  Mix together flour, 1 cup of sugar, melted butter, eggs and almond extract.  Pour this over the cranberry mixture, bake 55 to 60 minutes in a preheated oven.  Can be served with whipped cream, vanilla ice cream or simply powdered sugar.

New Year's Day 2012

It was a lovely day in the neighborhood -- boardwalk neighborhood that is.  People were strolling and talking as they enjoyed an absolutely magnificant day.  I actually thought we had seen the last of such days in October 2011, but then came along January 1, 2012 and weather conditions were repeated.  The beach was clean and a recently constructed walkway to the beach deserves a compliment to those responsible for the structure.  The gorgeous views appeared to be appreciated by all, since many cameras were focused on numerous scenes to remember New Year's Day 2012.

This delightful lady engaged in a pleasant conversation with my friend and myself.  Feeding the pigeons is a ritual she enjoys when visiting the shore.  P.S.  The casino never knew the rolls were missing !!!!!!!!!

Love, kindness and friendship can be found in this photo.  The gentleman is a volunteer who travels from Philadelphia to feed the cats on the beach.  He talks to them and calls them by name, as they gather around for their gourmet dinner.

What wisdom lies below these silver crowns?  Perhaps this was day to reminisce or a day to solve the world's problems.  The stories of their lives would certainly be fascinating.

As I watched an elderly gentleman and child walk to the water's edge it brought back pleasant memories.  It is a true gift to see the world through a child's eyes.
             
           I like to walk with Grandma and Grandpa,
           Their steps are short like mine.
           They don't say, "Now hurry up,"
           They always take their time.
           I like to walk with Grandma and Grandpa,
           Their eyes see things mine do,
           Wee pebbles bright, a funny cloud,
           Half-hidden drops of dew.
           Most people have to hurry,
           They do not stop and see.
           I'm glad God made Grandma and Grandpa,
           Unrushed and young like me!

 

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