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Sunday, January 31, 2010

A Tribute to Princess Peach Honey Pie




I apologize for my blog posts being a little macabre lately, January has not been the best of months for us. First our dear Mutti passed away, and then we lost our beloved Honey.

About a year ago, we decided to sell our bloodhound Max to a breeder in Delta. He was a little too much dog for our family, and despite the our love of his slobbery kisses, we knew how happy he would be hunting and siring champion hunting hounds. I have a soft spot in my heart for hounds in general, the floppy ears and sensitive eyes get me every time, so when I happened upon an add on KSL for a female foxhound, I knew this was the dog for us. I drove out to Grantsville the very next day and picked up the dog we named Princess Peach Honey Pie.

She was a great dog. She loved to cuddle and was fond of all the kids. Lowell and Honey loved to sit in the window, and watch cars go by. It still breaks my heart when he comes over and wanders about calling her. Bubba of course was her best friend. He always wished she would sleep with him on his bed.

She loved to run. Inside she was a little shy and timid, but give her some open space, and she would run, and run, and run. This proved to be her downfall as on Tuesday Jan 26 at about 3:00 pm she escaped the house and ran directly into traffic on 4700 South. she was struck by a car and killed instantly. We really miss her.

Sunday, January 17, 2010

Memories of my Mutti


My Mutti died this week. That is my Grandmother, my father’s mother, my Far Mor by how my kids keep track of it. They say your whole life flashes before your eyes before you die. I think thats wrong. I think your whole life flashes before the eyes of those you love as you are about to leave. The memories they will always keep, even when you are long gone. Here are the things that flashed before my eyes.


My earliest memories of my Mutti are of her skunk. I am not sure I realized it was a skunk, just a little black cat. I remember it following her in the back yard.


I remember dresses. lace and pinafores. And one with an apple on it. To remind me I was the apple of her eye.


I remember her rocks. Giant jagged boulders great for climbing and reaching the bottom branches of those huge maple trees. They were like small golden mountains. We were all so sad when grandpa trimmed the branches and we couldn’t reach to climb those trees. I loved to lay on the smooth top of the boulder and look up through the red maple leaves to catch glimpses of the blue sky. I fell in love with plants at Mutti’s house. She had trees and shrubs I had never seen before. Purple magnolias, Japanese maples, pear tomatoes, ferns, fuchsias and begonias. I even loved those huge junipers. They were great to hide in.


I loved her living room. The purple velvet victorian couches were not the most comfortable, but I loved to sit in there. She had these crystal lamps that were clear and bumpy on the bottom, and had crystals hanging from the shade like dozens of sparkly earrings. I wanted to wear those crystals in my ears so bad! I probably still would if I could! There was a crest with swords sticking out of it. One of the swords was broken, and I always imagined that someone had tried to pull it out at a time of great need, like if a robber came to the house, or perhaps to vanquish a dragon, like St George in the sculpture on the mantle. The mantle was also graced by Venus (I often wondered what the punishment had been for breaking off the arms of Mutti’s statue! I always suspected Uncle Dick) and 2 geishas. She had 2 paintings of ballerinas, in another room. I think they were paint by number, but I thought they were beautiful.


One day I was coloring a picture of Daisy Duck. I could not decide if her shoes should be pink or purple, so I colored one of each. Mutti laughed and told me that her mother would wear different shoes all the time. At the time I thought that perfectly sensible.


My cousin Toph had a birthday party. We had a treasure map. We drove up the canyon in the rain and dug up a treasure chest. It was filled with pearls and gems. We were all thrilled! Richard wore a string of pink pirate pearls for years after that. I heard someone whisper, “Mutti gave us all her old costume jewelry”. I couldn’t believe she didn’t want it anymore. Mutti wore A LOT of jewelry. I think I would feel that same childhood thrill if I got to open one of her jewelry boxes now. I think I would fight Richard a little harder for the pearls this time.


Mutti fed us Fruit Loops until our mouths hurt. We didn’t get sugar cereal at home, but Mutti always bought it for us. I was so glad when I got a retainer, because it protected the roof of my mouth from the abrasive cereal.


One year she bought Natalie and I Strawberry Shortcake blankets. I saw one at my mom’s house in Minnesota last year and wanted to stuff it into my suitcase when no one was looking. I didn’t though, Kissy probably has it.


Their house was small, but it was full of love, and chocolate and wool socks, and that is what I will always remember.


Sunday, January 10, 2010

Strange Random Things my Kids Said this Week

So yesterday while we were busy cleaning Mr T turned to Chris and said, "Dad, take a picture of me with the vacuum." As I uploaded the photo today I thought about all the crazy things my kids said and did this week. Here are a few.

Chris and I were having and argument. Chewie walks in and says, "oh, I have seen this movie! This is where the Mom breaks up with the Dad and he has to go live outside. Then he buys a pick-up truck and robs a bank." Then walks out.

Bubba was angry at Chris, he wrote a note that said " Dear Mom and Dad. I am Leaving. I might come back someday. I hate Dad. Ps please sign my planner, put it in my backpack and leave it on the porch for me."
He took his sleeping bag, and his comic books and set up camp in the back yard. We did convince him to return home and sleep in his bed.

Chris has been away on business most of the week. I made hamburgers for dinner, but we were out of pickles. Chewie really needed pickles for his burger, so we ran to the store and bought some. I could not open the jar of pickles. A few ideas the boys came up with to open the jar.
  • run it under hot water
  • bang it on the counter
  • just twist it really hard
  • smash it with a hammer
  • 10 lbs of TNT
  • return it to the store for a better jar
  • Eat your hamburger without pickles (Mom's Idea), Boys: "NO!"
We watched Holes this week. When the town wanted to arrest the black guy for kissing the white girl, the boys were confused. I explained that it was against the law in that town for white people and black people to kiss or get married, the reply, "That's Stupid it was her fault!"

After spending time with Great Grandma Winkler Mr T turns to me and says " Mom when you get old please let me see your wrinkly face"