Mother’s Day 2019

I have a story to tell about this mug and this flower. You may think I’m kinda’ crazy but, well…..

My youngest son Jonathan gave me this mug one day. I don’t remember if it was for an occasion or for no occasion at all. He often surprised me with gifts ❤️ He was taken from us on July 7th, 2015, at the age of 22 in a horrific automobile accident. I have never been the same since that day.

This past Mother’s Day weekend we traveled to Indianapolis, Indiana, to attend a funeral service for an extended family member and also to spend time with family from California who had flown in for the service.

We decided to stay at a hotel rather than with family for this visit. I REALLY don’t like to drink my coffee from a styrofoam or paper cup. Call me crazy, but it just doesn’t taste the same. Ok, I admit it, I am a “coffee snob”. So I packed this coffee mug with the word MOM on it to use at the hotel.

My morning coffee tasted so much better; maybe it’s psychological but, for whatever reason, it was a huge improvement over the styrofoam cup.

I should also mention that my son Jonathan also liked to give me flowers. In fact, he gave me flowers for Mother’s Day just a couple of months before he left.

We were checking out of the hotel on Sunday morning, Mother’s Day, when the desk clerk said “I see from your mug that you are a Mom, so Happy Mother’s Day!” And he handed me the flower you see in the photo.

As I looked down at that flower I realized that it was because of Jonathan that I had received it. I leaned over and whispered to my husband “Jon is still giving me flowers!”

I may be thought crazy for saying this but I do believe that Jon had something to do with blessing me on this Mother’s Day in 2019 – 4 years after he died. I thank God for allowing it.


Jon dancing with Rachel

No matter where I am

No matter what I’m doingI

There is an ache in my heart

for you, my son, Jonathan.

This may sound strange, but I want that ache; because it represents the love we had for each other, the many happy memories we shared. The ache is all I have left of you and I don’t want it to go away. I didn’t want you to go away but I could not keep that from happening. I must cling to this heartache because it represents your presence. How I long to see you again, but, for now, I will just keep this ache.

I just had the most awesome experience:
I was sitting on the back patio, drinking my morning coffee, & singing quietly.
A tiny hummingbird (I think it must have been a very young one) came & sat on the shepherd’s hook just a few feet from me. It sat there for half an hour!
I thank God for sending that little bird. He comforts me in my sorrow & fills my heart with joy.
While I was singing, the tiny bird sat there, motionless except for its little chest as it breathed. When I quit singing, it tilted its head and looked at me. So I started singing again and it turned its head back & continued to sit motionless.
This continued to happen for half an hour! My neighbors may think I’m nuts, singing on the patio at 6 AM, but I am so blessed!
I have been feeding hummingbirds for years and I have never seen one sit still for more than a minute, let alone half an hour!
Jon Franklin​ knows how much I love hummingbirds. I like to think that he asked God to send that little bird.


This article was originally written in July 2008 but never published. I am publishing it now and will be adding a new post & some new photos which I was able to take of this garage this weekend on a visit back to Cape.

Front of house

This is how the garage looked when we lived there.

Grandma Ella

It was 1955 when Mom, Mark(2yrs old), and I(5 yrs old) went to live with Grandma on
Cedar Lane in Cape Girardeau, Missouri. Grandma’s house was a one-room garage. She had it fixed up so cute though. It looked like a little doll house. There were lots of flowers growing down the drive and 2 beautiful rose trellises on either side of the walkway to the front door. The front half of the room was a bedroom/living room combined. The back half of the room was a bedroom/kitchen combined. There was a sink with running water in one corner. My brother and I slept in Army bunks in the back half of the room. Mom and Grandma slept in the front of the room. We listened to the Grand Ole Opry every night on the radio.


This is not our outhouse but it looks similar. Ours did not have windows however. Thank goodness for that! https://catfc.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/asphaltshack1.jpg

There was no bathroom in the house/garage. So we had to go to the outside john.We were poor, but clean. Our house garage was always spic and span; our clothes were always clean; and Mom made sure we were scrubbed every day. Bathing was in a tub out back in the summer.In the winter we had sponge baths from a wash basin. I can remember many stories from those days in the garage. I will be adding some of those stories as I get them written.



How I Make Dirt








It has been a very long time since I have posted an article. The reason I am posting one now is because I want to “Pin” it for my daughter-in-law, Samantha.

Here is the recipe I use for potting soil:

This is actually called Soilless Potting Mix (for starting plants from seeds or cuttings). I can’t remember where I found this recipe so I can’t give a link to credit the person who originally posted it. If anyone reading this knows where the link is, please let me know:

  • 4-6 parts Peat Moss
  • 1 part perlite
  • 1 part vermiculite

Just throw all into a large container & mix it up. This recipe is for STARTING PLANTS FROM SEEDS OR CUTTINGS.

Once the plants are growing well, re-plant into POTTING SOIL:

  • 1 part peat moss
  • 1 part vermiculite
  • 1 part compost
  • Add a little water and stir it around with gloved hands or a shovel.

  • Then, just grab your containers and fill them with potting soil.  If you are using a commercial fertilizer, fill your pots half way, add a scoop of fertilizer and mix it in.  Fill your container the rest of the way, repeat the fertilizer step, and voila, you’re done.

This recipe came from http://doorgarden.com/12/potting-soil-from-compost

H/T: Mavis Butterfield at One Hundred Dollars a Month

While getting my IV fluids today, I brought along my Craftsy.com project. In the 4 hrs it took to get me re-tanked, I got a lot done despite the fact that I forgot my thread. (found some embroidery floss in my purse) My son, Jon, brought my thread to me before he went to work so that I could continue. Here is what I got done and also a few pics I took of the room I was in.

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My netbook bit the dust but I have found a new way to use the lap pad:



It is a perfect workspace for paper piecing or any kind of handwork. The wrist pad keeps things from rolling off (like pencils) and it is also an excellent pin cushion. The attached LED light helps with night work. And, because it is cushioned underneath, it stays on my lap so much better than anything else I have ever tried to use.


I can sit in my rocking chair (my favorite place) and arrange the quilt pieces; then I can carry it to the sewing machine without disturbing the pieces.


“Necessity is the mother of all invention.” ~Albert Einstein~

English: Albert Einstein Français : Portrait d...

I do sorta look like him now 🙂 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)