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Thursday, January 29, 2009

A Fading Way of Life

Somewhere in this whole growing up process you grow in to an adult and then begin to think like one. I know it is on a sad note… but back several months ago the thought occurred to me that if I died who would teach Braley all the things a Southern girl should know? There is NO doubt in my mind that Braley would be loved but some things a girl just need to hear from her Mama. On that thought I was inspired to write my own little “Guide to Life” for her. It is a work in progress but I thought blogging it may help keep me inspired to follow through.


A Fading Way of Life


Email has replaced letters. Television has replaced conversation. There will never be
a replacement for home. Value your traditions & what you have learned
from your family.
-Anonymous



The secret to Grannies’ biscuits, canning vegetables at the height of summer, bringing out the best dishes and tablecloth for Sunday supper with family: are traditions quickly being lost to the fast pace of life and modern day convinces. I am afraid our Southern traditions and way of life are quickly disappearing.

Unfortunately, we are all guilty of not spending enough time with our families, especially our children. As parents it is our responsibility to teach our children about our families’ traditions, their roots and heritage. If I’m not here who is going to teach Braley how to make perfect dumplings.

In the South we are taught to have pride. Whether we drink from mason jars or crystal, belong to a Country Club or a hunting club we share a common identity. We value manners, tradition, and families. The feeling we get when we taste a good hot biscuit that reminds us of Grannies, the taste of Dad’s jelly, we need to preserve what is good about our Southern way of life.

Some of the best memories from childhood are the family gathering we used to have. The whole family would be there along with the neighbors who might as well have been kin. We’d get together for every occasion you could think of: Holidays, graduations, baby showers, birthdays, weddings and even funerals. The gatherings weren’t about entertainment or to show off what you had, they were about being together as a family, celebrating life’s milestones. Families helped one another in times of need, they cried, laughed and celebrated… together. And let’s not forget the covered dish dinners that accompanied those gatherings.

Today families don’t sit down together. The convience of drive throughs, take out and frozen food have replaced the home cooked meal. Most of us making up the current generation didn’t grow up with a stay at home mom. Mama was off to work every morning helping to provide a roof over our head and food on the table. Time didn’t allow for our Mama’s to cook like Grandma. She was doing the best she could to get dinner on the table, the same tradition we are following today. We all long for a home cooked meal like Grandma used to make. We Southern girls need to bring family time back. Just one afternoon a week turn off the television, the phones (home & cell), and the radios or should I say IPods; grab the kids head to the kitchen and pull out an old family recipe. Invite some family over or the next door neighbor. Home cooked meals are a tradition hard to save; life is complicated and we are crunched for time- but we must make the time. The kitchen is the heart of a Southern home we need to get our families and friends there and sit down together- we must never be to busy to love or laugh.

Our life is full of tradition, we cherish doing things the way the generations before us did. We have the rules of Southern etiquette down pat and know how to use them. I want to share the stories my Papa told me with my children. I have grown to love the Southern gospel music I despised as a child, the sound of the steel guitar, a cast iorn skillet, Baptist preachers who get hot around the collars, take off their coats and loose track of time.
These are the traditions our children need to cherish, a love for doing things the way our family has done it for years.

* Southern Tradition Is…. *


* Honor: We don’t cheat, lie, or embezzle.

* Courtesy: We call our elders Sir and Ma’am and always give up our seats to pregnant ladies.

* Place: We know where our kin are buried and who our neighbors are

* The Soil: We all want a garden with sweet, red tomatoes.

* Simplicity: We’d rather be laughing with friends on front porches than in a fancy club.

* Pride: Don’t you dare insult our mamas.

* Respect: We won’t say anything about your mama.

* Wisdom: We know that people are more valuable than things or ideas.

We Southern girls need to help preserve our traditions, the simple life of the generations before us. The world around us changes daily and we are just trying to keep the pace in all the craziness. We must master the art of incorporating the new without replacing our pasts.

Remember that no matter what life throws at you we have our traditions and our Southern girl charm.

Things every Southern girl should know:

* Dress to impress
- As my Nanny used to say “Always look your best you could run into the
President at Callahan’s’”
- Always remember that when you run into the store in less than you best, hoping
to see no one you know…. you will see everyone you have ever met.
* Whether you wear them or not you must own a strand of Pearls
* You are suppose to work in the yard and have pretty flower beds- that’s just the way it is
* At least once you have to watch Gone with the Wind & Steel Magnolias
* Know how to make a pot of grits and a biscuit
* Finally, remember those antiques you like to collect where once somebody’s something
new- like tradition bring in the new while holding on to the old.


This has got to be one favorite photos. (I only wish I had decked this picture out a little more. Oh, the camera skills I have learned in 3 years. And it has only taken me one child to figure out that babies don't break. I was one nervous "NEW" Mama laying my baby down in this field.

Monday, January 26, 2009

Braley fought the asphalt and the asphalt won!

My darling child has become obsessed with SPINNING and is quickly spinning out of control! Twice now in the past week Braley has had some kind of catastrophe spinning. The first of these two mishaps occurred last Sunday night. Braley was spinning all around the living room (even after her Daddy had told her repeatedly to stop) when low and behold she collides into his recliner. It was like watching an: 08 ride. Brandon was all over that chair trying his hardest to keep from falling out as well as trying to keep Braley from going under the chair, into the table or hurting herself in any other way. Did I mention that right before this incident he had just sat down in his chair with a FULL BOWL OF POPCORN!? You can only imagine what happened next. That popcorn sprouted wings and flew all over the living room. Braley being 2 thought it was funny and helped herself to a few pieces. Good thing I had just got finished vacuuming and mopping not two hours earlier.

Today she wasn’t quit so lucky. After repeatedly being asked to stop spinning on the playground (I swear the selective hearing/stubbornness is her daddy)Braley bit the asphalt. Or should I say the asphalt bit her? At her daycare the sandbox is outlined with cross-ties and filled with a mound of sand. Braley instead of spinning on the ground decided to spin on top of this mound. I am sure this made since in her mind until she rolled down the hill and her forehead met the asphalt. My child being the drama queen she is milked it for all it was worth. When I came to pick her up only moments later she was sitting on the playground, bag of ice on her head just a crying. Needless to say my presence didn’t help the situation. Once in the car she had to call her Daddy and Uncle Boy to let them know of the tragedy and all about her bag of ice. And before we could go home she needed to stop by Mammy and Pappy’s house so they could see it as well. She told Mammy a trip to McDonalds to get a toy would make it all better…… today Mammy was to busy to fall for this line.

Braley received plenty of love, hugs, kisses and even a bug juice. I expect her to make a full recovery by morning.



You can see by bedtime it wasn't looking so bad :)

“Like mother like daughter”? Not this time.

If you are keeping up with my blog you will quickly realize there are two things I love dearly…. my family (especially my Braley) and cooking. Lord only knows where I inherited my cooking gene or love of it. My mama will openly admit this fact, she cannot cook and hates to cook. She doesn’t mind washing dishes but would rather take you to Backyard before she dirtied her pots cooking for you.

Since I have been roped in to the bloggin’ network and have now became addicted…I will try to be somewhat productive and post a recipe at least once a week. (There goes my cookbook.)

This recipe came from my dear friend Franne and I will forever be grateful. Before this dish my child’s favorite meal was okra and tomatoes.

Angel Hair Chicken




Boneless Skinless Chicken Breast (3-4 depending on how much meat you want)
* In a pinch I substituted chicken tenders and now prefer them

Wash, cube and place in crock pot.


Melt the following in a sauce pan.

½ tub Chive and Onion Cream Cheese
1 sick of butter
1 packet Good Season dry Italian dressing
1 can Golden Mushroom Soup

Pour mixture over chicken. Cook on med/low heat in crock pot until chicken is tender. Serve over angle hair pasta,

This is wonderful to place in the crock-pot before heading out to church. When you get home the only thing to do is boil the noodles and pot some bread in the oven or add a salad.
The only food critic that matters :)

Enjoy!

Crop 'til ya Drop

If you don’t already know… I LOVE to scrapbook! This Friday night our men folk our heading to a tractor pull and to say the least neither mom nor I are really intrigued by the idea of tagging along. So in lieu of the “tractor pull” we have decided to scrap ‘til we drop. If you would be interested in scrapping with us just let me know. We have tons of stamps, punches and ink you will just need to bring you paper and pictures.

This Friday, January 30th at 6:30.

~Ashley

I will try to get a few pictures of our pages up later.

Sunday, January 25, 2009

"Almost a sleepover"

Our babies are growing up way toooooooo fast. It seems that only yesterday they were in diapers and bottles and now it’s time for sleepovers and dress up. Could someone please tell me where the time goes? It is hard that two believe that in two months Braley will be turning 3. She doesn’t want much… just a trip to Disney world to see Cinderella’s Castle. I am working on seeing what we can do about this. Although I am starting to think that I may have already lost my “MOTHER OF THE YEAR” award (and it’s only January). We were going to eat breakfast with the princesses… however when I called two weeks ago it was already sold out. Who books these trips six months in advance? Not that Brandon is upset, for us to eat this “princess buffet” it was going to be $60 bucks (for the 2 of us... they were nice enough to throw Braleys’ in free). Brandon says “those had better be golden chicken eggs”. Well, it is the “Magic Kingdom” so I guess anything is possible. Whew… now that I have that out back to my story of the “almost sleepover”.

How do you have an “almost sleepover”? You send them home around 9. Even though our big adventure didn’t go into the night I think both Braley and Charlee had loads of fun. I like to call them B.C. (Braley/Charlee)… cause before it’s all over you will need a B.C. Powder.

First, we had to play dress up. Don’t all little girls want to be a princess?

Next, it was on to the camp out. (Still dressed as princesses)

And what would a sleepover be without a movie?


I have NO idea what is up with the pose. They can come up with some crazy moves)



Keep in mind there is 2 years between Braley and Charlee…. but I smell trouble.

They only had to take all the toys out to get to the costumes.. which were in the front.

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Not your Mama's Macaroni

Back in the fall our family journeyed over to the Knuckle’s home for a barbeque. Mrs. Linda had made some of the most interesting macaroni that I had ever tasted. Now, in true Southern (& Baptist) girl fashion I couldn’t leave without asking for the recipe.

Tonight I whipped up this quick little dish and took to the church for Wednesday night supper. Needless to say there wasn’t much left to photograph when I got home. (I would have included a photo of the brownies, but they were devoured before I could even get one….guess that means they must have been tasty)

Lord only knows where I learned to cook because growing up my mama wasn’t much of one. Finally with age she has just learned to admit she hates to cook and would rather eat out.

So back to the whole point of this blog (should we start an a.d.d. anonymous group… I think several of us will openly admit to it) ….. here is the recipe.

I hope that you enjoy!

Boil noodle of choice until tender but not fully done. ( I like ziti but elbow works as well)

After boiling and draining your noodles mix in the following:

1 cup mayo (don’t cheat with Miracle Whip it won’t be the same)
1 8oz mild or sharp cheddar ( I generally use mild)
1 8oz mozzarella
1 can cream of mushroom soup
1 small jar of diced Pimentos

Mix well and bake on 350 for 45 minutes to 1 hour. ( A deep dish works best)

Monday, January 19, 2009

Blast From the Past.... I apologize ahead of time.


I am sure this is not the most flattering picture of any of us and I should probably be sent to “The Nut House” for putting it on the internet….. but I just couldn’t resist. There is no date on this picture but I would say it was somewhere around 7th/8th grade and is pretty evident we were in that awkward girl stage. (speaking for myself I am thankful to have outgrown that stage) Those were the days. Hard to believe we are now not only adults but have children of our own. Give them a few more years and they will be trying to figure out how to get out of there cabin and not break the tape.

However, no one worry about me sending my daughter to forestry camp at Olena State Park…. I thought I had been sent to Deliverance. And to this day I have no desire to visit that horrible, terrible, no good place!