It is amazing as we open boxes, all the treasures we have not seen in two years. It is like Christmas each time.
This is my grandmother’s painting. She did china painting and painted a lot of beautiful pieces. That and sewing were the things taught to young girls back in my grandmother’s day. This is the piece we were given.
My grandmother’s china
An 1895 Print..not a copy ….found at an estate sale and loved the unusual look to it. I have never seen this picture before
And this is a true picture of the actual one in Rome, which has been venerated, and this picture has been “touched” to the one in Rome. Some cared an awfully lot to carry this picture to the Rome picture.
My grandmother’s trunk
The bell my mother summoned us to the house with. They all have different sounding bells up and down the street.
The wooden Post top of Mary and Jesus that came from an old monastery overseas. (no I did not steal it..LOL…bought it where the monastery was selling to redo thing. So beautifully carved.
And another Monastery treasure from Russia. I love this egg. ( I did warn you that we are eclectic in our house and life. LOL)
And while still with the Russian egg, here are the hat pins from Russia that son collected with his WWII stuff that he collects.
Son’s baby shoes and the picture of generations
And my fav. An old paper weight. Love what it says.
And that is just a few of the many treasures we are finding. It is like going to a flea market every day and seeing treasures only we don’t have to buy these. LOL As you can see…we are very eclectic and loving it.
As I was sitting in my room last nite and looking out into the other part of the house, I was hit with overwhelming emotion…of feeling such strong feelings of joy that is hard to explain. We have worked for several years to reach this point. No, the dream is not done and we are still working hard every day, but a huge part of the dream has unfolded.
Sometimes the journey has been really hard for me, especially the part of all the work in this house and moving stuff. I came to tears the other nite telling my other son back east how frustrated I felt that I could not help son here like I used to. I can’t do the work I used to do and so the burden is on him alone. I try and I do what I can but the truth is, I can’t do a lot and so he works himself into exhausted sleep trying to get it all done and it never seems to end right now.
The roof needs the shingles on, the storage units need combining, the book shelves need putting up on the wall, the yard needs mowing and the list goes on. And that is when my disabilities bother me. When in my all terrain scooter, I could help do things outside if nothing more than be the “go-for” person to save him some steps. Now, to make you laugh, you have seen nothing until you see a man on a ladder coming off the roof and a woman on forearm crutches holding the ladder for him so it does not fall on this small concrete porch. I am sure he feels really secure. LOL
I am disabled with limited mobility and the house on the other side of the mountain was twice this size. I spent most of my time in my room because the hallway was so long to get to the kitchen and living room that some days it was too hard to make walking and since I try so hard to stay on my feet, it kept me limited in my scope of the house.
And last nite, as I was staring out the door, I got up and walked to the door and the full realization hit me that this part of the dream is finally here. I no longer live just in my bedroom. Everything is right outside my door within close range. This pic is looking through my doorway. See how close the kitchen is. And the second picture shows how close my coffee pot is.
And the living room and dining room are just steps away, not down a long hallway. Again this first picture is taken standing inside my bedroom door and looking through.
And the LR is just around the corner. So, I am able to live in all this house. The emotions of that realization is huge for someone disabled. Our world becomes smaller by our disabilities if we don’t have the assistive devices we need….like my good scooter. One day I will have that scooter repaired and can be part of the community and go to the library on my own or the museum. But, for now this house is perfect for me. It is laid out in such a way that it makes it possible for me to live in all of it. That is a dream come true. It is the kind of home I always wanted as far as the lay out…and each day, it becomes more and more the best home ever.
And so last nite, I was overwhelmed with emotions of realizing that this part of the dream has been reached. I am home. We are home. No, it is not and never will be my mountains, but it is home. The Creator, our God, knows better than us where we should be. It took us time to get here and sometimes time is in preparing us, to allow us to lessen our grip on the material and old life and allow us to accept a more simpler way of life. And I am so ever-blessed and my heart is full.
And yesterday was a day of being more leisurely. I got to do something I love to do…take pictures. My birds are too smart and had to sit in carport so they would not fly away. And I got to take great pics of the clouds out here…I love the clouds…they speak volumes of heaven and sometimes, the heavenly come down and view our world. and I love it.
OK, I am officially awaiting my statue to be erected honoring me for now this little town will have better cable and internet. Amazing how much persistence pays off. Seriously, today is the first day I have stayed on-line all day. OMG…I kept pinching myself to make sure it was real.
Today has been a day so mixed up that we felt like we had been run through a ringer. First the lawyer wakes me up to tell me he will be here between two and three this afternoon to discuss the case. Then we threw ourselves into cleaning the kitchen and breakfast nook so that it was at least one area that was clean. Oh yes, I am a happy camper with this kitchen counter. Does this even look like the cluttered, box filled space as last nite?
Son and I both worked to clean up and get ready for him to bring the oak cabinet, which is really a TV cabinet but we wanted it for storage and to put the pink dishes. When things are neat, then I can relax. This is a much smaller house and so we have learned …a place for everything and everything in its place.
When we moved out here, we came through the reservation and stopped at a pottery store there. This is where we found the horse hair pottery and I got each of my son’s a piece. This is the bear piece and the picture does not do it justice.
I had never heard of Horse hair pottery until we were at the reservation but it is so unique and so beautiful. Here is a website that specializes in Horse Hair pottery
The site says:
” The ancient Indian tribes made this pottery to honor a favorite horse or to celebrate the birth of a horse. It is said that this pottery was first created when a long-haired maiden was removing hot pottery from her kiln and the wind blew her hair onto the hot pot and burned the hair into the pottery. The pottery is poured, fired for a period of time after which it is removed from the kiln, hair from the mane and the tail of a horse are draped on the pottery. The hair creates the dark lines and the smoke from the burning hair creates the cloudy grey areas. The pottery is then returned to the kiln where it finishes firing. When the firing is complete, the pottery is removed from the kiln, etched and spray-glazed.”
I so loved going on the reservation and so many wore their native dress and I could have sat for hours just watching the people and talking to them.
Since our goal is to live simpler, we are cleaning out as we go and carried a van load to the guys at the Rio to plunder through and get what they want and then they can use the rest in their yard sales they have. It was so nice to see them. I miss sitting out there, looking at my mountains and talking to them. The Rio Cucharas is so peaceful like our home is. Here is a couple of pictures showing snow on the mountain tops. We are down lover and it is 57 degrees at nite.
I had to laugh at son yesterday, for he keeps saying…I think this is the end of the yard stuff and statues and then one more box shows up. I love my little yard critters and when we get some grass in there…not the scraggle stuff we have now, it will look so nice. We found our great big pots and I am going to put some tomato plants in there for the summer as we have too much to do and I just can’t see us getting the garden started. They used fill dirt to make these levels and it is rocky dirt and not good growing dirt.
I wondered about the ancestors as they plowed to get their crops growing, pushing that plow behind the mule. Was it this rocky for them? We hope before next planting season to have a dump truck load of top soil brought in and son wants to build raised beds to grow our vegetables in.
Anyway, the umbrella was found for the little boy and girl fountain statue, and all the other little cute critters are put out in the yard. Missing that I can remember is a concrete duck with babies. Also son got up all the chimes, the humming-bird feeder and got all the pots out. Below are pictures of all my critters. Just pretend there is nice green grass. Ha ha We also have already growing a huge gourd plant on the side of the house at son’s end. The previous owner must have grown them and they come back wild. And I found all my angels for the yard that go in pots and on the table. I do believe in angels.
For some reason, Jack has become attached to the concrete turtle by the butterfly bush. That is where he likes to lay now and he runs straight out to it when he goes outside. I don’t know if he thinks it is real or what. It is so cute.
My garden fairy
My hillbilly girl
My big flower pots and my swan.
Son putting up the hummingbird feeder and the chimes. We now have this melodic symphony of sounds in our back yard. I love it.
And the most exciting thing for me today, was seeing the dining room begin to come together. Hopefully tomorrow the boxes on the dinner table and under the bar will be gone and the whole thing will be set up.
And last, but definitely not least…the lawyer came today to set up the plan for the phone conference hearing next Wednesday. This will be a first for me but he seemed to think we would have no problems. I hope so. I am ready for this to be resolved. Now that is a dream all its own.
So, it has been a full day, with lots going on and one of much accomplishment. I love watching this dream unfold. It is a lot of hard work but work done with so much love that this house just has an aura about it that is one of peace in spite of all the clutter right now. And now it is three in the morning and I am ready to sleep again. Our goal is to work inside this house today and not haul anymore over until what is here is put up.
So, I lay here listening to the fan humming, to jack snoring and to the chimes making their little melodic sounds and can almost hear the street caller shout out ”three AM and all is well.”
- Comfort foods
- Dreams for the future
- Eating Out
- Etta James
- Female Impersonators
- heart center
- helping others
- Native American
- New Year's Resolution
- Protection from fraud
- Rocky Mountains
- US Military