From Grandma’s Country Kitchen


If you itemize the terms of cooks,

You’ll find we quite deceive our looks.

The things we do sound very cruel,

Like fighting a one-sided duel.

We beat the eggs, whip the cream

Blow the pudding up with steam.

We mash the potatoes, slice the bread

Tear apart the cabbage’s head.

We chop the onion, grate the cheese

Lemons and oranges we always squeeze.

We burn the sugar, gash the steak.

The celery’s heat we often take.

We skin the tomato, peel the pear.

Scrape the carrot everywhere.

We scald the milk, freeze the salad.

Strain the tea that’s really palled.

We prick the unsuspecting pie.

And remove the baby’s potato eye.

And if that’s not enough,

We smother some chickens and some we stuff.

And goodness know what else we do

I’m really quite abashed, aren’t you?

We do all this and never dry–

Till we get onions in our eye.

Written by Lauren Corder

I came across this while browsing through recipes.

Enjoy your day!

Laurie Jackson



Money For Nothing

I have my dream job. What is it? Writing.

I have kept a journal or diary for many years. It should be some interesting reading for my kids. ๐Ÿ˜‰

I have always wanted to write children’s books. A huge thank you goes to my wonderful husband. Why? He gave me the opportunity to go back to school. It was an online course that lasted 32 long months. I now have a Bachelor’s Degree in creative writing. I learned so much, not only about writing but about myself. I feel that I am a better and more creative writer because of going back to school.

(You are never too old to go after a dream.)

I have written a few books while I was in school. They are ebooks but to me they are still books.

I am not in it for the money or for fame. I am writing books just because I enjoy it. I want my grandchildren to enjoy them.

Money isn’t everything. If I become famous, well, that’s just something I am not counting on.

Have a blessed day!

Laurie Jackson

My Addiction

I have an addiction. There, I’ve said it! Am I proud of this addiction? Eh. It could be worse.

What in the world am I talking about? Let me tell you. I am addicted to words. I have always enjoyed words. Even waaaaay back in grade school. I didn’t realize it, though, until after high school. Funny how that works.

Words and writing….my addiction. I do not always get the opportunity to write. I have to admit that sometimes I start to write something and I get tired. My energy level suddenly drops and I have to quit. By the time I go back to what I started, my idea is gone. My train of thought has left the station.

Sometimes, when I am in the middle of writing and buzzing along, getting those words on paper, another idea decides to pop in. Then, I have to stop and write that idea down. I try to tell myself that I won’t forget that story line. I have to laugh at myself. I remind myself that I am old. My memory is not what it used to be. I have to write everything down. I have no choice. There have been too many times that an idea had come to me but I didn’t bother to write it down. Boy, was I ticked off at myself.

Most ideas have come to me at night, when I am snuggled in bed. I tell myself that I’ll remember in the morning. Do I remember? Of course not! Do I bother to put a notebook and pen by my bed? No. Well, I have a pen but no paper. Silly me. Perhaps I should write the idea down on the wall. I’m sure my husband would just love that.

Well, I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I have enjoyed writing it!

Have a blessed day!

Laurie Jackson



Where’s The Sun?

What happened to the sun? Sun, oh Sun, where have you gone? Can you come out to play? I truly need to feel you on my face.

It’s been way too long since you have been fully out. You peeked out for a bit yesterday. I think you were only teasing us, though, weren’t you?

I suffer from SAD. Even though I have those day bulbs on, they don’t always help. I fight depression on a daily basis. I am starting to cry again. I hate it! I cannot figure out why it’s happening again.

I should be happy and full of laughter. Our beautiful granddaughter has arrived. She is staying here with us and her parents.

So, Sun, I am blaming my feelings on you. I am blaming you for how I feel. Nothing but clouds and I am getting sick of it!! I truly believe that these cloudy days are affecting everyone.

I am usually a positive person but not seeing the sun out for more than a few seconds is really dragging me down.

God bless!

Laurie Jackson

First, Second, Third…

Again! Again! And again plus two. ๐Ÿ™‚

What am I talking about? Giving birth. Having children. I loved being pregnant. I loved having babies. I loved raising my babies. I loved watching each and every one of them grow into such wonderful adults that they are today.

Each one is about as different as night and day and water and oil. People said I was crazy for having five kids in seven years. I hadn’t planned on it being that way. It just happened.

Each delivery was just as different as the next. My first son (firstborn) seemed to take his granny ole time. It seemed like I was in labor that never ended. With my second, it was wham bam, and he was here. My third son decided he just wasn’t going to budge from a certain point during delivery. I had to have a c-section. The shot the nurse gave me to stop the contractions did not work. Through the whole ordeal, I was calm. I was too far a long to get an epidural. He, also, was stubborn. The doctor refused to give me a c-section. He wanted to try something first. While laying on the bed, he swung me on my head. I was literally doing a head stand. He proceeded to tell me to push. I did and before, my fourth son arrived. With my daughter, (my last child) was stubborn. My womb tore while giving birth. I had to have an emergency c-section. The nurse said that she stuck her tongue out as the doctor lifted her out of me.

I would have loved to have more kids but the doctor suggested that we don’t. Childbirth and raising children is something that I would not have passed up for anything in the world. Yes, I had three in diapers more than once. It was hard and there were some stumbles. It was worth the dance. Some days, I sit and think back wondering where did the time go?

Enjoy each and every second with your babies. Time flies by and for some strange reason, children seem to want to grow up. It is the little things in life that matter. Housework can wait. Babies cannot.

Have a super blessed day!

Laurie Jackson



Precious Treasure

I haven’t blogged the last few days because our beautiful granddaughter has arrived. I’d say finally! but she was actually a few days early. She was born on the 19th but wasn’t due until the 23rd.

Let me start from the beginning. My daughter started having labor pains Thursday afternoon/evening. We convinced them to go to the hospital to get checked. Nurse Crachet sent them home, though. She did not bother contacting the doctor and telling her what was going on. That ticked me off. It was about 2:30 am when Adele and Blake arrived back home. I tried to sleep but it was more like dozing.

The next morning, I get a text message from Blake telling me that they were headed back to the hospital. Adele was having contractions all night and had not slept at all. A few hours later, we get a message telling us that Adele was getting her epidural and for us to come to the hospital.

To make a long story short, Alex and I were at the hospital all afternoon. Adele laid in her bed playing on her phone. Alex and I watched the contractions on the monitor. She did not feel any of them. Her only complaint was that her legs were numb.

I am so proud of Adele. Her active (pushing) labor lasted from 30 minutes to 45 minutes. The doctor, nurse, Blake and I had her laughing in-between contractions. It was great. Before we knew it, Ava Rose came into the world.

She weighed 7 lbs. 1 oz. , 19 1/2″ long. Time of birth was 7:19pm. Friday was the 19th. We all think that 7 and 19 will be her luck numbers. She has ten perfect little toes and ten perfect little fingers, although they are long. She also has strawberry blonde hair.

Watching my daughter give birth was such an amazing experience. I was thrilled that she wanted me by her side. I teased her Friday that Alex and I were going to go home. She looked at me sharply like please don’t. She kept telling me that she needed me. If anyone asks you to be in the delivery room with them, say yes. Don’t pass up the experience.

I felt my eyes dampen the first time I saw Ava. I felt and still feel very blessed. I am a happy grandma.

Have a wonderful day!

Laurie Jackson


Grandma’s Recipes

Yesterday I went through Grandma Helen’s recipes. I organized them in groups of same kinds of food. I’m thinking about putting a cookbook together. Probably just for myself. I’m not sure yet.

A few days ago I went digging through my grandma’s recipes. There were a lot of them. Shew! I think Grandma saved every single recipe she ever came across. There was a newspaper called, “Capper’s Weekly”. That paper always had recipes in there. I remember reading the jokes that were published in Capper’s.

Anyway, I sat at my kitchen table with recipes scattered all over it. As I started organizing them, memories came flooding back. It was as if each recipe held a memory for me.

Grandma had a ton of pickle recipes. I remember picking cucumbers from the massive garden she had. Grandma was one of those women who had to show you how to do it. By the time she was done showing you, the project was finished!

I came across many, many recipes for desserts, cakes, and cookies. She used to teasingly say that a way to a man’s heart was through his stomach. I believe that because Grandpa loved his sweets.

Some of the recipes were for chicken and roast beef. Grandma’s roast beef was so tender that the meat melted when it hit your tongue. How miss her roast beef, beef gravy, riced potatoes and homemade rolls with homemade butter.

There were so many pie recipes. Recipes for pie crusts and fillings. When she had invited company to her home, the one thing she made a LOT of were pies. She had practically every kind of pie a person could think of. (I, myself, do not like pie. I’d rather have her cookies or cake.)

Bread recipes were aplenty, as well. Grandma could bake six loaves of homemade bread almost every morning. She used to make her own butter, as well. The cream from the milk made the best butter. During hay season, Grandma brought us lunch out in the field. Homemade bread and butter with chopped smoked ham. That was the best ever!

Grandma loved to bake as well as cook. Grandpa was proof of that. ๐Ÿ™‚

Grandma Helen was an amazing woman. Love and miss her dearly.

Enjoy your day!

Laurie Jackson

Not Feeling It

I’ve been in a funk the last couple of days. I do not know if it’s because it is still winter or what. I could be struggling with cabin fever. Or I could be getting tired of playing the waiting game. What do I mean?

The waiting game…waiting for our beautiful granddaughter to arrive. Her due date is not until next week. If you could not tell, I do not have any patience whatsoever! I’ll be the first to admit that. I know it’s best for the baby to stay in the womb as long as possible. I’m getting antsy, though, because our daughter has been showing signs of going into labor. I’m antsy to meet lil Miss Ava Rose.

I want to hold her and love her and kiss her on her sweet lil nose. I want to dance with her and sing to her. I want, I want, I want! Boy, am I selfish or what?!

I’m sure I am suffering from cabin fever. I haven’t been out of the house in over a week. I just do not feel like it. It seems like I only go out if I have to go to the doctor. Geesh! I have social anxiety. So, I am pretty much a home body. Just the thought of leaving the house sends me into a frenzy. My chest feels like it is closing up and I cannot breathe well at all. It stinks! Years ago, I could jump in my truck and drive almost anywhere I wanted. Now, just the thought of going to the doctor doesn’t feel right. I hate having social anxiety. I never was a social butterfly but I did enjoy going to a movie every now and again. The last time I ate out, I felt as if everyone was watching me. I’m not sure if I thought they were going to hurt me or what. I was happy to eat and run out of there.

It doesn’t help that I suffer from SAD. ย My wonderful husband bought daylight bulbs. I have one in the lamp where I sew. The others are in my office where I write. I love them. The bulbs are bright which help me tremendously. Winter just stinks all the way around. Well, part of that is true. I don’t mind the snow because it is so pretty. I do not care for the cloudy, sunless days. Those days are the hardest for me. On those days, I TRY to write or sew; something to distract me.

Okay, okay, okay! Enough with the negative writing! Is that the sun I see peeking out around the clouds? ๐Ÿ™‚ Yay!

Hope your day is filled with many blessings!

Laurie Jackson

The Cross In My Pocket

I just want to say that I did not write this. I cannot take credit.

I carry a cross in my pocket

A simple reminder to me

Of the fact that I am a Christian

No matter where I may be

This little cross is not magic

Nor is it a good luck charm

It’s not for identification

For all the world to see

It’s simply an understanding

Between my Savior and me

When I put my hand in my pocket

To bring out a coin or key

The Cross is there to remind me

Of the price He paid for me

It reminds me, too, to be thankful

For my blessings day to day

And to strive to serve Him better

In all that I do and say

It’s also a daily reminder

Of the peace and comfort I share

With all who know my Master

And give themselves to his care

So, I carry a cross in my pocket

Reminding no one but me

That Jesus Christ is Lord of my life

If only I’ll let Him be.

~~Verna Thomas

When I have to leave the house, I carry a stone in my pocket. When I feel an attack of anxiety coming on, I hold the stone in my hand. I can feel the stress leaving. That stone (which has an angel inside) has helped me more times than I can say.

Have a super, wonderful day!

Laurie Jackson

What Can I Say?

What would I say to an ex? Depends on the ex, first of all.

If it was to the first ex that I was married to for 23 years, I would say so much. It’s been nearly eight years since my divorce. He wants nothing to do with me, which is fine. Well, actually, it’s not fine. I wanted to try to maintain a civilized relationship with him because of the kids. He refuses to speak with me. I mean, there are going to be weddings and births of our grandchildren. I am going to be at the weddings as well at the births of our grand babies being born.

I have to admit that I was hurt when I found out he had filed for divorce. I did not find out, though, until after talking to a lawyer, myself. Instead of trying to work out our problems, he just went and filed for divorce. I feel that he took the easy way out. I will not go into the depths of what led to the divorce. I will say that blame lies on both sides. I realize that I am a hard person to live with. He hurt me. Therefore, I hurt him. ย It took me a few years that I will never get an apology from him. I did write him a letter first apologizing for all that had happened. I received nothing in return.

Like I said, it’s been nearly eight years. If I had a chance to talk with him again, this is what I’d say.

Thank you for the 23 years we had together. They were not all bad. That in itself is evident because of our five children. Thank you for my children. Four healthy sons and a beautiful daughter. They were and still are my blessings. Yes, they were a handful but I would not have missed out on raising them.

I wish I could say thank you for helping me raise them. I can’t. You left by 5 in the morning and came back at 5:30 or 6pm at night. You’d eat supper and disappear outside to work on something or down the street helping someone. Even on weekends, you’d work overtime. Only had Sundays off. Would you work on completing renovating our home? No. Would you spend time with the kids? No. You had to be working on something all the time. You know, our middle sons idolized you. In their eyes, you could do no wrong. I never told you this but our second son asked me why you always had to work. “Why can’t Dad just spend some “fun” times with us?

I want to say thank you for teaching me that money cannot buy happiness. You always were about the almighty dollar. Our first son used to tell you that money is the root of all evil. He was right then and still right today. You worked to make money. Where did that leave you? Alone and lonely. ย Still working and still making money. Are you happy? I doubt it. I truly believe that you do not know how to be happy. You were never really happy unless you were working. Sitting around nearly killed you. Relaxation was not your thing.

I want to thank you for scaring me to death when I had to drive anywhere. Then wonder why I refused to take the kids to the doctor. You scared me so bad that even today I have trouble driving period. You used to ask me what I’d do if I had car trouble. I’d call you, I told you. Would you buy me a cellphone, though? No. You said it was a waste of money. Yet, in 2016, you have a cellphone.

Thank you from the bottom of my heart for divorcing me. The day I signed the papers, I felt the weight of the world come off my shoulders. Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! I have grown in so many, many ways. I asked our daughter what she thought if we were to get back together. Her response still rings true. She said it would be a horrible mistake. She asked me why would I do that? She could tell that I was a different person. I started to laugh again. I am happy again. I am a strong, independent woman. You probably wouldn’t recognize me anymore.

You know what gets me? You dating my first cousin. That’s right FIRST cousin! How wrong is that? It is not only wrong but it is so weird! What did she do? Wave that list of to-dos in front of your face? Is that what it was? Even when we were married, you often went to help her with stuff. Did you two hook up then? No, don’t answer that. I don’t really care anymore. You two belong together because you are both so negative. Your negativity wore me out.

Thanks to the divorce, I have learned to love myself again. I have found true love. He loves me. Each and everyday I can tell he is IN love with me. He treats me with respect. We do not have money. You know, though, I could not be happier. He has accepted me for me even with all my little quirks. We laugh everyday. He has accepted my kids as his own. They even call him their step-dad.

So, goodbye, my ex. I have moved on. May you eventually have the kind of happiness you so desperately search for.

I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I have enjoyed writing it. ๐Ÿ™‚

Laurie Jackson