Forty-four years ago today...did I say "FORTY-FOUR"?! ... I was wed to my love. How could it have been THAT long ago?
I was VERY young when my cowboy, on his
trusty steed, rode into my life.
It seems only a couple years ago when my daddy cried and held out his hand to my husband and welcomed him as his son ... that, after we had eloped. From that day forward, my husband was loved as one of my parents' own and he loved them as his own parents. He loved my brothers as if they were his own.
We didn't give up when times got hard.
It wasn't easy at first. My husband insisted on us making our own way in this new life. He worked so hard to provide for me and for our daughters who where to come four and six years later.
No marriage is without mistakes and we made some;
however, our hearts were bound with love
and we held steadfast.
Our two daughters married and gave us four awesome grandchildren who entertain us in our 'golden' years...are we there already? Perhaps we have a few more years until then.
I look forward to spending those golden years with him ...
riding off into the sunset and
seeing what adventures are to come in the future.
"Will you still need me, will you still feed me...When I'm sixty-four?" ~Paul McCartney~ (Note) I am there and he still does.
Like brushed strokes of pinks Like one pink rose by your garden gate Like the soft pink in your dreams Like a little bouquet of sweet pinks Like a single pink flower that brings back a memory Like the whisper of an angel's wings...
I believe that families can come in different configurations. Here's one that perhaps you haven't considered ... your 'blogging family'. I think of these gals as part of my 'blogging family' and I love each one of them.
These are my sisters in blogging. From the left - VANESSA from Vanilla Lavender, JEANNE from Backyard Neighbor, MARY from Across the Pond. I'm the short one on the far right.
We got together a couple weeks ago for lunch at Coquette French Brasserie. We didn't have time for shopping this get-together as we were all quite busy that day. Next time we'll do it up right. Would anyone like to join us? We would love it if you would come along!
Jeanne Sweet Jeanne, your lovely gift will be put to use. Thank you!
Mary Thank you for the precious gift from across the pond, Mary!
Vanessa Vanessa, it's beautiful! I love it! Thank you!
Well, I said I wanted to go back to New Orleans and here I am...again! This was my first post when I began blogging in May of 2007. I have only ONE comment on that post. Thank you for reviewing my older posts DIANE.
So, I am posting that first post again - because I just know you all must not have seen it. Otherwise, I KNOW I would have had many, many comments! Don't you think?!
Here it is...ENJOY!
We had so much fun in New Orleans! First evening there after checking into Chateau Sonesta, we walked several blocks to Jackson Square to eat some Cajun food – had Gumbo, Jambalya, red beans and rice…can’t remember the restaurant’s name.
After, we went right across the street to Cafe Du Monde for Beignets – Ha!...don’t wear a black shirt there like I did!
Next morning we had breakfast at Brennans. What a treat! It was decadent! I'm embarrassed to say how much our bill was - but it did include a $36 cookbook. Our waiter was the best! He suggested we start our breakfast off with turtle soup…no thank you!
I had a Mimosa and Larry had a Brandy Milk Punch. Oh was that good!
To eat, I had Eggs Benedict..(Perfect!)
Larry had Eggs Shannon – poached eggs on top trout and spinach
For dessert – remember this is our breakfast – we had Bananas Foster – it was invented at Brennans. Waiter came over and picked up my camera and said to me – “Come with me Honey”…I followed him to the Bananas Foster station where he handed me a spoon and told me to make the dessert! He gave the camera to a waitress who took seven pictures of me and every one was fuzzy – I don’t know how she carried food and drinks with her shaky hands! I was so disappointed when I looked at the pictures. Oh well, I have the memory.
Brennan's Bananas Foster ¼ cup (½ stick) butter 1 cup brown sugar ½ teaspoon cinnamon ¼ cup banana liqueur 4 bananas, cut in half lengthwise, then halved ¼ cup dark rum 4 scoops vanilla ice cream
Combine the butter, sugar, and cinnamon in a flambé pan or skillet. Place the pan over low heat either on an alcohol burner or on top of the stove, and cook, stirring, until the sugar dissolves. Stir in the banana liqueur, then place the bananas in the pan. When the banana sections soften and begin to brown, carefully add the rum. Continue to cook the sauce until the rum is hot, then tip the pan slightly to ignite the rum. When the flames subside, lift the bananas out of the pan and place four pieces over each portion of ice cream. Generously spoon warm sauce over the top of the ice cream and serve immediately.
Sharing Bananas Foster
Hubby bought me a cookbook which our waiter had Executive Chef Randolph Lazone
personalize and autograph. All that could not have been better had we had Breakfast at Tiffany’s!
After, we walked back to Jackson Square and the French Market by way of Bourbon Street – not a pretty sight during daylight hours. I like Royal Street much better – lots and lots of antique stores. Later that night we went back to Bourbon Street again to see how it was at night – wow! The street was blocked off and tons of people were staggering, yes staggering up and down the street and it was loud, so loud with all the bands going full blast in the open bars. Little kids were tap dancing on the street for money. Made me sad that they were in that atmosphere – all those raunchy strip joints and bars and the pictures at the strip joints for any kid walking past to see... That night we ate at Dickie Brennans Steakhouse...another winner!
I had prime rib, au gratin potatoes and...
Tomato-Bleu Cheese Napoleon
"Thick tomato slices layered with Danish bleu cheese, shaved red onion, and garlic aïoli croutons, topped with our housemade remoulade sauce"
I forgot to take a picture of that! It was awesome!
Next day – Saturday – we walked many, many, many blocks to the D-Day museum…that was a sobering experience…no wonder veterans don’t like talking about the war. We took a cab back to Jackson Square where we had a Muffaletta for lunch, then took a tour of the old cemeteries, the mansions, “ground zero” where the levy broke – that’s another story – it was heartbreaking. Going down Esplanade Avenue we saw a lot of cameras and people taking photos of an old house – we were told it was bought by Angelina Joline and Brad Pitt – it must be a fixer upper. Okay, this is getting mighty long…I think I’ll finish it later. We did have a great time! Photos property of Deborah
My great grandmother Emma with my maternal grandmother Clara. This photo was taken around 1897.
(Around 1899) Granny lost her mother when she was just two years old and lost her father at eight years old.
At fifteen years old Granny worked in a bakery. She was either trained well in the art of baking or it came naturally to her. I believe she must have baked loaves of bread, cakes, rolls and pies every day of her life with the exception of when she was having children.
She was one of the most loving women I have ever known. If I am half the grandmother that she was, I will have done well.
Friday's Favorite Family Foto doesn't have to be a vintage photo and it doesn't even have to be a person. Look through your albums and join us in sharing some of your favoite pictures. Email me before the Friday you will post and I will direct others to your blog.
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