Assorted Thoughts

Memories. They are wonderful things. A gift. I can't imagine having Alzheimer's and not being able to remember my friends and family, let alone reminiscing about childhood. The other day Kayla was over and we pulled some things out of the attic for her. While she was up there, she found my memory box. I'm far too sentimental and keep things that I will hardly ever take out to look at or ever need simply because it reminds me of something. I decided it was time to get rid of a lot of the things in there. After all, I have journals from the time when I was 10 and that will remind me of the pleasant and not so pleasant memories.



Apparently going through 22 years of memories can be a bit dangerous! I found lots of things- my t-shirts from camp Butterpoint, basketball camp, all six of my journals, report cards, photos from cross country and basketball, and even my brownie sash! I found 2 bags of hair from two hair cuts- the first was blond with barely a hint of red from my little 7 or 8 year old head and the second was a deep red (almost auburn) from when I cut my hair just after Ethan was born. I found a bouquet of leaves that Tucker (who was probably 6 at the time) gave me at church one Sunday. All these lovely memories kept flooding back.



Well, I managed to clean out the box and re-size it to a more reasonable jumble of things, but it effected me the rest of the day. I was sort of in a fog and re-living my life in thought. I started to get a bit grumpy and discontent. At the end of the day I realized how I had been. I say all of this to conclude that memories are a wonderful thing and it's not bad to revive the past, just don't dwell there too long. After all, we are supposed to live in the present and make choices about the future, but learn from our past.




Whoopie pies are scrumptious! My friend Lori loooves whoopie pies and she makes the best that I've ever tasted! oops, my belly just growled!! The whoopie pie below was one that I made for her awhile back. She traded me for some of hers, but I think I got the better deal!! I did a tad bit of research on the history of the whoopie pie, because I heard that it had originated in Maine. Actually, it's an old Amish recipe, so in the states it came from Pennsylvania. It became popular in New England through a recipe that advertised Marshmallow Fluff, which was used for the filling. It's mostly known as a comfort food for Maine natives as many claim to have been weaned on whoopie pies!!! Anyway, I thought I'd let you in on that little info.

Does it seem like summer went by way too quickly for anyone else? Maybe it's just because we were exceedingly busy for it's duration. One day I just stepped out of my room and realized that I needed a sweatshirt. It was surprising, but lovely. Autumn is my favorite season and I'm anxiously awaiting apple picking, leaves changing color, pumpkin pies, squash soup and cozy, comfortable sweaters!

See you later Summer! Hello Fall.