There Comes A Time...

Someone didn't respond to a question I emailed them.  The florist couldn't get all the right flowers.  My sister's computer developed a major problem.  I've started wondering if my son's flight will arrive on time. How will I survive all the busyness of preparing for this weekend?

STOP!  This is not the truth.  "Forget the bad, and focus on the good."  The truth is that everything will come together and this weekend will be a time of celebration and love for our entire family.  "Life is too short to be anything but happy."

There comes a time in your life, when you walk away from all the drama and people who create it. You surround yourself with people who make you laugh. Forget the bad, and focus on the good. Love the people who treat you right, pray for the ones who don't. Life is too short to be anything but happy. Falling down is a part of life, getting back up is living. - José N. Harris

If You Love Your Sister

The Wolf Creek Tavern

Mom always enjoyed talking about her birthplace, the Wolf Creek Tavern in Wolf Creek, Oregon. Now known as the Wolf Creek Inn, it was a family-owned business in Mom's time and is now on the National Register of Historic Places.

Mom has been reported as saying the "outhouses" were not used in the evening; the guests used the supplied "chamberpots." The reason why no one dared venture out: wolves! While the evening meal for the Tavern's guests was prepared, the wolves started gathering on the lawns.

More interesting information and photos about the Inn can be seen at: http://activerain.com/blogsview/1725304/josephine-county-historical-society-s-passport-to-history-wolf-creek-inn-wolf-creek-oregon

Bye, Mom!

In memory of 
"Gramma Jane"

Martha Jane Dougall Spitznogle

April 21, 1926 - February 2, 2013

Devoted wife, mother, grandmother

Little Willie

As my mother passes her final days in her bed, we are cheered by remembering some of the funny things she used to do and say.

This rhyme (we think she learned it from her father) always brought a smile to her face:

Little Willie had a mirror;

he licked the back all off.

Thinking, in his childish fancy, 

it would cure the whooping-cough. 

On the morning of the funeral, 

the neighbor said to Mrs. Brown, 

“Twas a chilly day for Little Willie 

when the mercury went down.”