AtoZ Challenge, Scarlet’s Stories…

Happy Monday and here we go on AtoZ…Boy did this really sneak up on me. Been so busy getting my arm rehabilitated (broke it this past December) and getting ready for Grandbaby #8, but I’m going to give it the old college try. I hope you’ll stick with me.

Before I began blogging, I was a homemaker and a wife and the best of all I am a Mom of 5. Probably the greatest privilege of all !!! I have always wanted to write and I have soooo many stories. People who know me have often said, “You’ve got to write a book.” I’m still working on that so for now I have my Blog and you.

Today we start the letter “A” and this one is an easy one for me. If only the rest of the alphabet could be this easy. I have many (Artist’s) in my family, starting with my mom (RIP) who we lost last year. She could play any instrument, had a beautiful voice and could sing, she was also a retired nurse. It was from her that I fell in love with the Arts !!!

This will be our 45th wedding anniversary and I’ve been with the husband since I was Junior in HS and he was a Junior at Northwestern University….I was impressed 😉 . We married after 3 years of dating and started our family.

He was a suit in Chicago and I was a union girl for the Railroad … We were really young married’s. We knew what we wanted. A home, a family, career’s (He continued his education at Depaul and got his MBA) and a whole lot of love.

We had 5 children, 2 boys, a girl, and 2 more boys…I was trying to get our girl a sister, but God had other plans. Two of our boys were professional Ballet Dancer’s, both married Ballerina’s. I found out during Covid that I too was married to an artist, and I became the, “Painter’s Wife !!!”

I’m going to give you just a tad bit of info on each of our Artist’s with more stories to come…

Our 2 youngest boys were the dancer’s. They attended a performing Arts High School in the city and that’s where their story began…Both walked off the Graduation Stage onto Joffrey’s stage in Chicago. From there they went to Milwaukee Ballet and then they finished their career’s on Richmond Ballet in Virginia.

I can’t leave out my only girl. She’s a beauty and a nurse and the proud mother of our 3 beautiful Granddaugher’s…

That is just a snippet of the charactor’s in my journey. Hope you’ll come back to see some more of my story…Blessing’s for all !!!! Here is a quick view of the Painter’s Band that he created…I told you he could paint, enjoy…The Artist had a show with the Piano Guy 😉 …

Just a few of my people who make me proud…

Butter vs Margarine

Good Saturday morning blogging family. Starting out my week in the blogosphere on a positive note. Getting back into my challenges and so today is the start of my week with #SoCS. Thank you, Mz. Linda for the prompt…”Butter.”

Mom was a nurse back in the 60’s when margarine was first introduced and it was suppose to be healthier for you. Raising a family (4 girls and dad) margarine was the obvious choice. I was in grade school so I really didn’t pay any attention at all to butter/margarine and just thought everything was butter that was yellow and in the butter dish. I only knew that I wanted it to be soft so as not to destroy the toast when I was using it to butter my toast.

My mom grew up on a farm in Wisconsin and my grandpapa worked at the dairy after the boys grew up an went away b/c he was getting on in years and running the farm would be to much for him. Whenever we went to visit grandmama & grandpapa I always wondered why the butter tasted so much better at their house than ours back in Chicago.

Love you, Grandpapa

When we were up at the farm one day, I asked my mom why the butter tasted so much better here. It was lighter and fluffier. The color was a pale yellow, almost a tint not like ours at home where it was Y E L L O W !!!! They didn’t keep it in butter keeper per se it was more like a dish and it was definitely more that a stick of butter. More like a slab and was it ever good on grandmama’s homemade cinnamon rolls just out of the oven.

In fact she used butter in almost everything. I would watch her cook. She would slather it on her dough’s as she was making her breads. She would carve out a chunk and throw it in her soups, spaghetti sauces, chili’s. She would add more to all the noodles and pasta. Every frosting she ever made, that’s right there was butter in it. She would even take it and butter up her hands before kneading the dough or working with any kind of food !!!

We got on the subject of butter and how it tasted so much better up here in Wisconsin. When grandpapa heard us he responded, “That’s because your mother probably uses that other stuff that’s suppose to be good for you. I better not find it here in my house. We’re really dairy people here. This is Wisconsin after all, “The Dairy State.” Grandmama just looked at all of us with her cheeky little grin, and gave us a wink 😉 .

When I started homemaking, it wasn’t a choice. Butter it will be and butter it has always been <3 . Don’t care about the cost or being better for me, I just love, love, love the taste of butter. There’s a reason it costs more….You get what you pay for 😉 .