Dolly is my mom. She doesn't bake anymore & never had a shoppe, but her pies, cakes, & cookies were killer stuff when I was growing up. Her peach pie & its crust was just the greatest. Sure could go for just one more peice mom...great memories. :)
True Story...
When I was a kid, my dad would put the trash out the night before pick up. This worked fine until the raccoons discovered this was a free meal & in the middle of the night they'd knock off the lid to the can & help themselves. This went on for a few weeks, & my dad decide to put a rock on top to keep them out, but...they knocked off the rock & had their meal. So my dad got a bigger rock, then a bigger rock after that, but still they got in. So one day my dad was at the department store & discovered a brand new item on sale in the garden dept..."the Critter Proof" trash can. A thing of beauty, that had latches & straps, & best of all...a guarantee! My dad had found the solution. Bought it, brought it home. Trash day came...he followed all the instructions...secured the capsule & confidently set it out for trash pick up the next morning. He had won! The next morning we were leaving for school & as we looked out towards the street there was trash spread all over the the front lawn. It was as if a bomb went off! Chicken bones, etc...everywhere! The can was no where to be found. The only thing that could be recognized was a portion of the lid with one of the straps still attached. We just stood there in awe of the destruction. Our neighbors smiled & waved as they passed by & saw us standing there amidst the field of rubbish with our mouths agape. My dad took a photo & sent it to the "Critter Proof Can Co." & remarked that their can was no match for our raccoons (a super breed like no other!). I'm sure the company got a good laugh from this & I don't think dad ever got a reply. We did get a good laugh out of it ourselves & it went down in family history as one part of the Great Raccoon saga that had numerous chapters. Life went on...the raccoons had made their point, & we accepted their victory & our sound defeat. I think my dad left the bones on top of the can the next week to finalize the truce. :)
Daily Drawing...I was visiting the east coast over the weekend. It's always good to see that side of the country, but always enjoy coming home to the mountains we have here. I sketched this one out on the plane trip back west. :)
My mom put up with 4 of us growing up, but she always seemed to find a way to smile through whatever chaos we caused for her...Thank you mom! :)
When I was a kid I always loved the thought of space travel. The possibilities were endless & exploring the backyard seemed just as adventurous as going to the moon, or mars. A cut out milk carton on your head, served quite well as a make shift space helmet. Tagging along...space dog was always a must on such trips. Still dreaming. Still exploring. ;)