Concerning my lack of manners.‏

Fact one--many of you do not all have the right e-mail addresses for each other. As for etiquette, I can barely spell it. I have no e-mail manners. I don't know anything about e-mail manners so I don't need to be reminded about them, I just need to be educated. I like you all to know what is being said, including the ones who didn't get the e-mail to start with. I was proud of Amy. I still am. That was a great thing she did--send the cards back and write a sweet note. I was remiss in not letting her know I had received them. While we are on the subject, as a matter of fact, I am not certain I have ANY manners about anything. Delete as you choose. You do not need to be picky about deleting anything from me at any time. I am quite certain that I end up in the trash or junk file on more e-mail sites more often that I would like to know. Whatever. Hopefully, before I die, I will do something right. Or not.

Helen and History of the Apron

Helen wrote: Dearest family members: A special friend sent this to me. It reminds me of Mom and her aprons- never without one on when she was at home. Pray all is well. Love Mom, Auntie and Helen.

The History of 'APRONS'

I don't think our kids know what an apron is.

The principal use of Grandma's apron was to protect the dress underneath, because she only had a few,it was easier to wash aprons than dresses and they used less material, but along with that, it served as a potholder for removing hot pans from the oven.

It was wonderful for drying children's tears, and on occasion was even used for cleaning out dirty ears.

From the chicken coop, the apron was used for carrying eggs, fussy chicks, and sometimes half-hatched eggs to be finished in the warming oven.

When company came, those aprons were ideal hiding places for shy kids.

And when the weather was cold, grandma wrapped it around her arms.

Those big old aprons wiped many a perspiring brow, bent over the hot wood stove.

Chips and kindling wood were brought into the kitchen in that apron.

From the garden, it carried all sorts of vegetables. After the peas had been shelled, it carried out the hulls.

In the fall, the apron was used to bring in apples that had fallen from the trees.

When unexpected company drove up the road, it was surprising how much furniture that old apron could dust in a matter of seconds.

When dinner was ready, Grandma walked out onto the porch, waved her apron, and the men knew it was time to come in from the fields to dinner.

It will be a long time before someone invents something that will replace that ' old-time apron' that served so many purposes.

Send this to those who would know (and love) the story about Grandma's aprons.

REMEMBER:

Grandma used to set her hot baked apple pies on the window sill to cool.

Her granddaughters set theirs on the window sill to thaw.

They would go crazy now trying to figure out how many germs was on that apron.

I don't think I ever caught anything from an apron.


Myrna wrote: It is true. My grandmother wore aprons as well. I think most of the women I knew did also. When I was outside picking apples this fall, I thought about those old aprons and I wished I had one on. Of course, Dad/LHT and I usually wear them when we cook on Sunday. Ours are just not as ample as those old aprons.

Helen's friend said that she still wears aprons.

Love, M

"America's Oldest Worker (CBS News)"‏

Myrna sent a video: "America's Oldest Worker (CBS News)" 104-year-old Ralph Waldo McBurney was recently honored as America's oldest worker at a ceremony in Washington. He talks with Steve Hartman about the key to living a long and satisfying life.

Ann Olsen wrote: Thanks, M!  Reminds me of me -- when he drops the books, forgets what his own theory is!  -- What an amazing positive mindset he has!  I want to follow his theory -- use it or lose it! I can't afford to lose too much more of my brain power!

Is it warming up any up there in Nephi?

Best to you & Leonard,

Myrna wrote: You think YOU drop books (etc., etc., etc.)? I never was the world's most graceful person but I am getting worse. As for remembering things--you knew me when I was younger. Do you remember that I had a great memory? I USED to have a great memory. Not so much anymore. I hope I don't end up in a wheelchair licking my fingers repeatedly. There was an old lady at the senior center who used to sit and do that. She would just lick those fingers over and over. They never wore out.

It was warm for a day or two. It rained and rained. The rain melted all the snow and then it started snowing again. The snow stopped and I am now freezing to death. It is so cold that the ice doesn't melt in the daytime. Love, M

AnnAnn Olsen wrote: Yes, I remember you having a great memory along with all the great things about you!  Great teacher, great mother, great friend, great compassion for everyone and absolutely no guile!  You are just about perfect in my minds eye!

Today I again locked my keys in my car, Of course, I always really try hard to not do that.  I put my keys in the pocket of my purse so I won't forget them.  But, yes, you guessed it, I left my purse in my locked car!  Well, all was not lost because Amber, my daughter-in-law, drove me to my neighbors house to retrieve my spare garage door opener!  The neighbors keep it so that their son can get in my garage to get the lawnmower so he can cut my backyard grass.  Back at my home, I was able to open the garage and then find a spare car key in my bedroom.  Off we then go back to Amber's, I unlock my car, go in her house and leave the garage remote with her because Ryan said he would go over and cut my grass for me while I'm gone to Kingman! Sons are great!

Next I get to my home and drive in the driveway reaching for the garage remove to open my garage.  Yes, you guessed it again!  The remote I left at Ryan's and Amber's was the remote I always keep in my car.  I had left my spare remote in Amber's car!  Another trip back to their house to pickup up my remote!  Some days, I believe my dad was so right when he often would say to me, "I think you would lose your head if it was not hooked on," whenever I would lose my purse or many other miscellaneous things!

I hope the extremely cold weather eases up soon for you!  The very thought of it being so cold is making me shiver!

As for the possibility of either or both of us ending up without all our marbles, perhaps it won't be so bad after all!  Let's encourage our children to put us both together.  No matter our state of our minds, I believe we would be perfectly happy and content enjoying each others company!

Much love to you and Leonard! Ann

The Solution for You, Ann!

Myrna wrote: Don't worry about losing your house key. Put a house key inside your bra. You might think it would be uncomfortable, but it is not. I put it over my garments but under my bra at the bottom of the cup. My bras have a little sort of pocket to help with the uplift at the bottom of the bra. It beats having to run around to get keys. I do it in the a.m. I take it out at night and put it with my glasses. I need those, so I remember the key. I got sick and tired of trying to get in the house. For awhile, I had a key at the neighbors but I got teased too much. Leonard keeps an extra key in his pant's pocket. I don't always have a pocket. We have a garage door opener that, at best, is temperamental. Depending on whether the power has bumped (common in Nephi) that day or not it works or not. I have locked both the remote and my purse in the car. The garage door opener, depending on how it feels that day, may take a code and it may not. UGH! AHHHHHH! So I found my solution. Since you have a little more upper padding than I do, it might not work for you. (I am, basically, flat.) To get the key out, just go somewhere in your yard where you are not in full view and remove the key. When you get in the house, put it back where you got it or it won't work when you leave again. We also have a spare car key in two places. One is behind the license plate, in a little case. The other is in a fake rock in the backyard near the back door but not obvious. There are other rocks near the garbage can, so no one would know.


Tomorrow we are flying to Colorado for Kirsten's oldest daughter's baptism. Have fun on your week-long trip.


LHT says to tell you that when people loose their marbles, they make a lot of new friends everyday. They are, of course, the same ones they had yesterday, the marble-losers just don't know it. ;) So stop worrying about it. Just enjoy.

Ann Olsen wrote: Thanks for the info!  Really good ideas!  I'm very relieved about the "loosing the marbles" thing now!

 

Have a wonderful time on your trip for your granddaughter's baptism!