Mom’s Mixer

We are having Thanksgiving with our best friends this year in Houston.  So when my friend asked if I could bring dinner rolls and dessert I said, “No problem, I’d love to!” without even thinking. Then it hit me, “Oh crap, I don’t even have a mixer!”  Naturally I didn’t realize this until AFTER I had agreed to make things that require a mixer, flour sifter, mixing bowls etc.  What was I to do?!  Instead of driving all the way to Dallas (6 hours one way) to retrieve my own mixer from my baby son, I called Dad to see if he had Mom’s here and sure enough, he did.  So I hopped on the Polaris and went over to his house to pick up my mom’s mixer.

Mom has had this mixer for well over 30 years and it was HEAVILY used.  It has faded over the years from a golden yellow to a beat up dull not quite yellow color.  I would say 75% of my memories of Mom took place in the kitchen and most of those had her using this mixer.  That would woman could BAKE!  She was rather well known for it actually and always did it with such joy and love.


The Holy mom's mixer

The Holy Grail… mom’s mixer

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Memorials and Musings

Washington DC is a beautiful city with a very colorful past.  There is so much history in this tiny stretch of land.  Espionage, intrigue, assassinations and assassination attempts, plots and policy all have happened here.  There is no place more thoroughly “American” than this.  On our private tour yesterday, Bill (from Private Tours of Washington) made a comment while we drove down Embassy Row, he said you know you’ve really made it when you become the ambassador for your country and move to the USA.  It’s what all ambassadors strive for.

When you are in DC it seems like there is constant movement and action but sitting on a quiet hill in Arlington Cemetery yesterday, taking photos, I felt a million miles away from everything.  It was peaceful.  It was poignant.  It was moving.  You could feel the tears of every wife and the sacrifice of every soldier in the earth beneath you.  It was as if the land itself was weeping in sorrow for the lives lost while joyfully shouting “your sacrifice is not forgotten”.

The rows of white marble are so profound and moving.

The rows of white marble are so profound and moving.  There are over 400,000 service men and women buried here.

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