Good evening all!
My sojourn across several states to be with my friend and to visit the homestead my Dad spoke of so often was great....emotional but great. I am still in Montana, no plans to head home for at least three weeks as there is lots I can do here to help. And how difficult a job: holding, staring into the eyes of, and snuggling a new life!!!! I am in some kind of heaven here, even considering the fact that I volunteered all cooking duties for as long as I am there which is proving to be a light challenge because after losing Mom and Dad I had to learn to cook for one and that is a lot different than cooking for a family. Interesting how quickly one can forget a simple meatloaf recipe or the best temp. to roast a tender beef!! It reminds me daily of Mom as she was such an incredible cook always. Being head cook of the 2 restaurants they owned during the first 26 years of their marriage, and being the Dean of Home Economics at several different universities, having a very successful gourmet catering business "on the side", it is an understatement to say she was a real cooking and baking legacy. Why people assume this skill is hereditary, even when I am adopted which makes that assumption even more ludicrous, is beyond me. I do my best, they eat it all and ask for more so I am content.
Thank you for your kind words concerning the visiting of the homestead and scattering of ashes. Yes, Lyn, I had a plan for afterwards which included a wonderful bottle of local wine, perfectly chilled, to be sipped while sitting on my Dad's army blanket which I carry in the car always, and used to luciously wash down some incredible oatmeal lace
cookies I baked for Dad. Great plans are just that....great plans!! I am really not much of a drinker, hardly at all, so I didn't think to include a corkscrew, the wine glass was still sitting on my friend's counter, and because I am adamant about
never ever ever drinking even a little before driving, it turned out that I read to Dad, told him the current adventures of the grandchildren and great grandchildren and took the wine back to be enjoyed by someone else later. I am so glad I went to the place, it gave me a much clearer picture of where he grew up, the remoteness and how evident it was to me why he was unable to attend highschool until he was 19 because of the distance and his family's inablity to pay to have him board with a family in town. Then I was off, back over the beautiful mountains to my friend's home. The drive from my home to hers 8 days ago was of staggering beauty: bright red leaves, brilliant golden trees that seemed afire, fir trees amidst all the vivid color, and all this juxtaposed against the backdrop of the Rocky Mountains dusted in snow. Breathtaking!!
Padraig, I took my copy of your book to share with J and her husband who read it out in his truck so he wouldn't be disturbed, came in and was visibly moved by the story but far too much on the rodeo, roping and bullriding macho train to admit his feelings
Several others have read it too and there have been some orders placed. Wonderful!
AGAIN, with the excess wordiness, sorry, AGAIN!! Be well, take care of each other, find some beautiful colors to captivate and energize and be well!