Working By Candle Light

It might be cold outside,
but it warms my heart 
with all of the sweet comments
you share with me.
You are the best friends one can have!
The majority of you 
liked my hooked house straight up.
It must be the artsy fartsy in me,
because I liked it on the angle.
Bob liked it straight up too.
I am the weird one. LOL

Today's story was one my dad often told me.

His parents...my gramma & grampa H
had a fine farmhouse.
They worked hard as dairy farmers.
When my dad was growing up though,
the farmhouse did not have electricity.

Dad and his siblings would have to do their
morning chores before school.
They actually did have to walk 
a mile each way to school and back.
The one room schoolhouse still stands today.
It was turned into a home now.

Any way, after nightly chores and dinner,
it was time for homework.

The kitchen was the heart of the farmhouse.

Dad and his siblings would gather around the table,

either by candlelight or lantern.

Dad blamed his bad eyes on doing

his homework at night.

I love my lit candle at night.
I do take for granted the convenience
of being able to have lights on.

Candle light is pure enjoyment,
not a necessity as it was for my dad.

Since my post on my shoes pertained to my mom,

so this story pertains to my dad.

This display is all that is school,

and doing homework,with a bit of Winter pulled in.

Now you might ask...

Janice what does this blue sock have to do

with your story.

Well it was another story my dad told me.

Gramma H always made a homemade

 cake for everyone on their birthday.

One year, one of my dad's brother's

wanted to bring the cake out to the table.

He had taken his shoes off but left

 his socks on.

Dad said he was being a showoff.

Uncle Ken came came out of the kitchen

rather ran out of the kitchen....

Do you know where this story is going?

Anyway Uncle Ken ran out of the kitchen

holding the birthday cake...

his birthday cake I have to add.

Holding it up in the air with one hand.

Of course he slipped and the cake 

ended up on him and the floor.

It seems funny now thinking about it...

but I know dad and the rest of the family

were not happy one bit.

Uncle Ken did not have a birthday cake that year.

It was one story my uncle could never live down.

For those new to my blog,

this portrait is of my dad's grandparents.

My paternal great grandparents 

Effie and Robert Wagner. 

Parents of my Gramma H.

Since today's stories were about my dad,
it was fitting to have this display
under my great grandparents portrait.

Oh yeah...the flowers you see I added
because gramma H was very fond of her flowers.

The jingle bells were just there because it reminded
me of the sleigh bells grampa H had in the barn.

In other news:
Today I took a personal day from work.
Bob and I are headed out on a pick.
A gentlemen called us to go through his mom's home.
We were told she was a hoarder.
The van is empty.
Hope to purchase some goodies for our store.

Candle Light Blessings To All!
Janice