Poor mans lobster

With the economy the way it is I thought of my childhood with fondness. We never had much money but I never knew it. My mother was well known even back then for her wonderful cooking skills. One dish I remember that she would make...

INGREDIENTS:
3 Pollock fish
seasonings of love
butter
DIRECTIONS:
Put you Pollock fish into a pan of boiling water. Carefully put the fish onto your broiler pan and season with a mothers love. Put the pan under the broiler until the fish is golden brown and flaky. Serve on your best china with a small amount of butter in a dish. Say your prayers and ask the Lord to Bless your food. Take a forkful of fish and dip it into the butter. Eat with blanched green beans and almonds. Enjoy!!!

No taste has ever compared. Red Lobster - eat your heart out!

Polka Dots...

I don't have a lot of childhood memories - but, the ones I do are beautiful in my memory. One I want to share with you was my moms sewing skills. I remember the dress as if I wore it yesterday. It was linen material, white with purple polka dots... the sleeves were short with a "puff" and it zipped up the back. Over the top was a purple long vest that had 3 white buttons on the bodice. My mom sat on the sewing machine and sewed, then fitted and pinned and sewed some more. When the final piece was done and I put that dress on - I felt like Dolly Parton in her coat of many colors. There was no label in it that said "size 14 chubbies". It was just the labor of love sewed into each stitch. And I was as proud as I could be in my dress of purple polka dots my momma sewed for me! Thank-you to the best mom anyone could have ever asked for!

God be with you

Please bere with me as I search the archives of my memories and try to get them on this blog. I would like to mingle memories of my family, childhood, motherhood, grammahood ... and things that are happening right now. As God goes with me into my mind I hope you will feel the love I have had in my life and how much I want to share that with all of you and the future generations. I have always felt that a life truly lived is one that is shared with others. God be with you until we meet again!

masterpiece

Lacey always had the imagination of an artist! I will always remember the day her and Anna went outside and made themselves a snowman out of the spring snow. The snow was melting quickly on the lawn chair in the front lawn... but, not before my little artist could see that surely this snow was to precious to be wasted! This last snow would be the paint for a small snowman. Along with a full carrot and black eyes... and before he would fade away with the spring sunshine I got a picture of them and thier masterpiece.

Training wheels

When Lacey was being trained, Lindsey was just about 4 years old. I loved to get them all dressed up and take them for their pictures together. At the time Lacey was wearing "training pants" which looked much nicer under her dress than diapers. When we got to the "picture place" (I think it may have been in Winthrop at a store)-I got all 3 of those precious girls ready for the picture. This one would include Lacey sitting on Lindseys lap. My sweet little Lindsey told me that on no uncertain terms was she holding her with "those training wheeler pants on"!

taco tails

When Emi was a little girl she went everywhere with Grandma Dorius and I. She loved being one of the "ladies". This stop was a resturant at the Eden Prairie Center Mall, it seemed quite a fancy place for a 3 year old but we thought we would try. The waitress I still remember to this day how pretty and polite she was to us. She asked us if we would like a "cocktail" while we waited for our meal.
I do remember... quite well, when the little girl said "I would like a taco tail also please!"

Happy Mothers Day!

I had no idea when the package was due. The Dr's guessed about the end of April, so you can quite imagine by May 9th I was feeling like I had waited quite long enough! As they dripped the platosin I waited, and waited and "well, I guess we can send you home for now - nothing is happening." Well what can a mom do? I went to the bathroom and had a pain like nothing I had ever felt in my life - I could not indure it very long... laying on the bed I thought Curt should take a look and he turned the palest shade of pale! Go get the nurse the baby is ready for the world!! Our package arrived with a perfect apgar! No stress on the baby from this birthing experiance - she was here in minuetes!! I don't know if it was because I knew she would be our last - but holding her was like holding onto God Himself. I smiled along with God wondering how I could be so blessed with our third little girl!! I would get to name her Lacey - her daddy said "you name her what ever you want" (once he got his color back!)
And as I prayed for this baby girl and our family I felt the peace of our Lord cover not only my family but all families... I felt Him hold out His hand to us and say
Happy Mothers Day!

The due date

Soft pale skin next to me with oodles of black hair sticking up all over and perfect little square feet... yes, yes this is me Pam, the baby has been born - no I am not "fooling" you - it isn't a joke our baby is here! Well maybe you do think that it is odd that the Dr. told us she would be due April 1st, and it is April 1st and she is here -
Her dad and I looking at her... and I remember her little feet... we both smiled as we looked at these tiny little feet that were perfect squares just like her dad. Yes, yes this is me Curt, the baby has been born - no I am not "fooling" you - it isn't a joke our baby is here and her feet are just like mine!!
I realized at this moment in time that God was showing me the beauty of His design. For Him to take one thing and pass it on to the next generation. To say to us "This is my child... but here she is for this while - love her, love her sister, watch them grow into beautiful Children of God that will bring you more joy than you can imagine.
God, yes this is Curt and I... the baby has been born and Thank-you Lord - we feel so Blessed right now as we hold this little one tight and we ask Lord that you would help us to always remember who You are in this place and that when we see Your beautiful design in our children that we will always take time to say Thank=you Lord...
It is almost the due date... Happy 25th birthday my middle born child!
Bless her Lord from the top of her head right on down to her little square feet!

How did I get here?

And I wonder... how did I get to this place? How did I become "grammie Pammie". I remember like yesterday the day she was born. Weighing in at 4 pounds, fitting in my dads palm, the contrast between his large calloused hands and her pink newborn skin. The name Emily Jo, with plans to call her EmiJo. Her black curls that would turn to light brown and never returned when I trimmed her hair for the first time at 2 years old. Bringing her home at 5 pounds and heading straight for the "Octoberfest Parade" with her nestled in the stroller so small. I was not afraid... how could I have not been afraid? We needed her to be shared - for everyone to know we had a new member to this family - and she was by far one of Gods most beautiful creations. Now,almost 30 years later, turn around - two babes of her own.
And I wonder... how did I get to this place?

New Beginnings

This is Grammie Pammie's best friend Carol ... Grammie asked me to create an incredible blog for her. She thinks she is technologically challenged but really she is coming along just fine. Pam (short for Grammie Pammie) is one of the best people I know in terms of knowing what to say and when. She missed her calling ~ she should have been a psychologist and gotten paid for her gift to gab and her inspirational words of wisdom. Often times when giving my kids' advice, I think .. 'now what would Pam say'. Hold on tight, you're in for a fun ride!!
Carol