Tattered Past

Tattered Past: My ongoing journey through genealogy, history, writing, self-exploration and art. ~~~ Rita Ackerman





Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Collecting Love

Everywhere I go I collect hearts. This was taken at a rest stop on my way up here.
These are benches at the Young Living garden. They looked so comfortable but I didn't take time to relax.
The best hearts have been my grandsons. I was giving them baths last night and hugging them in big fluffy towels and my thoughts turned to how in the world can anybody explain this much love. As frustrating as they get sometimes I just can't get enough of them. Alex gives me a hug or Brendan looks over with his smile...I just melt.

The good news. Jessica's surgery went just fine and I'm leaving here in a few minutes to go pick her up. Can you believe that? One night in the hospital. Matt has the boys and is taking Alex to his therapy so we are managing all the comings and goings well. Except I went to open the door about 10:00 last night to let the dog out and Matt had just stuck his key in the lock. He looked started but it scared me half to death.

Well, I'll be back as soon as possible. Thank you all for traveling along with me. I'm reading your comments and enjoy that you are all along for the ride.

Have a great day.

Monday, July 26, 2010

Hello From Washington

It has been a busy few days since I arrived at Jessica's. Getting to a WiFi site isn't easy and then when I do I seem to spend all my precious time fighting technology. I can't understand why I can have all the settings in the computer and it works perfectly when I'm at Borders in Arizona but when I get up here I can't seem to get anything to work right. Even down to passwords not working. Something in the air, I guess.

Jessica's surgery is this afternoon and she is relaxing by roaming around the store while I catch up a bit. Kind of taking one day at a time because we just don't know what her surgery and recovery will be like.

I've been walking with the boys everyday. Yesterday we found two yard sales and one of the ladies was a "retired" quilter. I bought an amazing bag of fabric scraps for my Remains of the Day style journals.

The boys and I made pillows. They love my flannel pillows but this time we had fun stuffing them together. I made sure they pulled every little bit of fluff apart so they would be super fluffy pillows.

Since I'm pretty sure I will miss "Tuesdays With Rita" I thought I would give you a prompt today.
Tell us about a time you were in the hospital as a child, or visited somebody else in the hospital.

My story would be when I had my tonsils out. I was 8 or 9 and it was at the St. Rose Hospital in Great Bend, Kansas. I remember there was a big toy box in the hallway and I ran out there every chance I could. I also got to have ice cream and Jello. All real treats for me. I even found the notice in the newspaper but I don't have it with me. That was through Ancestry.

Have a great week and I'll be back...when I can.

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

Westward Ho

The journal continues. I didn't get near as far as I'd hoped today due to a variety of reasons. Nothing serious, just slowed me down. So here I am in Pendleton, Oregon. Just as I came over the pass I stopped at a rest stop and took this picture of the Deadman's Pass Monument on the Oregon Trail.
I think a lot about those travelers. I can't even image. As I was coming down from the pass I was having a hard time with my car and the turns and narrow road. I don't do well with heights. But, take a moment and imagine facing that in a covered wagon.
Well, as much as I've studied history I just can't get my head around how they did it.


I realized today I missed Tuesdays With Rita so here it is late... write about a time you visited a historical marker of some kind. Do you have pictures?

I couldn't resist the sign on this truck just this on the other side of the Oregon/Utah border. It cracked me up. So from historical markers to Little Stinkers. I tried to get it to enlarge but I'm not very good at it besides being tired. The big sign on the truck says "Stinker Stores" (their logo is a skunk.) The other sign draped across it says "Smoke Shop Prices." Non-smokers will get it.

It has been a long trip but mostly uneventful, except in good ways. On that note, I will take you back to the Young Living Garden. Let its beauty touch your soul.

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

Washington Bound

I had a long day. Twelve hours, mostly on the road. I did take one break. But not in Circleville to chase down Butch Cassidy.

I was still on a roll at that point. And hadn't hit construction. You know those orange barrels they use to mark construction zones? Well, in Utah they have miles and miles and miles of them. That would be understandable, somewhat, except there's no equipment or workers for most of those sections of highway. I really don't get it. I had a 20 minute or so wait at one point because they had just one lane going both ways so only a few of us could go at a time. People were getting out of their cars and kids were playing in the ditch. Go figure. I won't even go in to what driving through Salt Lake City was like. Remind me to never complain about Phoenix traffic again. lol
The highlight of the day was a quick stop at the Young Living Family Farms near Provo.  I have been using Young Living products for years and am totally addicted to lavender. Although I knew the farms were near Provo I didn't realize they were right off the highway. When I saw those acres and acres of lavender fields.... well, I stopped. However, I didn't realize I didn't get a very good picture. This is from the guest garden and all that lavender above the fence is just a portion of the fields. I may just have to stop on the way home to get a better picture of the fields.


I did roam around the garden and strolled by the pond. Pictures of both are here. The garden is full of all different kinds of flowers and herbs with plaques telling about them. I wish I had a whole day to spend there. 
Instead I hit the road and made it through Salt Lake City and into Idaho. I was feeling pretty good and it was still early so I decided to keep going not realizing the next hundred miles or so would not contain a single hotel. And a lot more orange barrels. I'm apparently not the only one as I got the next to the last room in one of three or four hotels.

But here I am in Burley, Idaho and ready for some reading and a long rest.
Tomorrow it is on through Idaho and up into Oregon and across the Columbia River. Then in to Washington. I don't know if I will make Jessica's tomorrow. Guess it depends on how many orange barrels and if there are any more lavender fields.

Goodnight.

Monday, July 19, 2010

Flat Stanley Says HI

Here we are in the Bryce Canyon Motel in Panguitch, Utah. Flat Stanley warmed up the computer for me. Isn't our world amazing? I left Phoenix at 8:30 this morning and was in Flagstaff by 10:30. It rained off and on and the forest looked so fresh and green.

After Flagstaff I drove North through the Navajo Nation. What unbelievable country. So desolate, so immense, so beautiful. I made a quick stop in Page and the crossed the Glen Canyon Dam and drove along a bit of Lake Powell. Then on up into Utah. I snapped this photo along the way but I should have made a note of where I was. I can't remember if this was still in Arizona or after I passed into Utah.
And now, here I am in Utah, showing you pictures I took today, and keeping up with my email and my Blog. WOW.

I love the small communities in this part of Utah. They are old Mormon communities with lots of history that I wish I knew more about. This is also Butch Cassidy country. Remember Paul Newman and Robert Redford as "Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid?" I'm afraid I'm not up on that history either but tomorrow I will go through Circleville where Butch was raised. I might have to make a stop and see if there are any good books available.

I did stop at an antique store in Historic Panguitch before I got my hotel. It was in the old firehouse. Really cool but way to expensive to even consider it. There was a cute horse cookie cutter with a green handle (I love the old green) but she wanted $20.00. I don't think so. So no great things for my art stash today.

Except for the one in my head, that is. How can a person not be inspired by Coral Pink Dunes State Park, Lake Powell, sunflowers along the road, a hawk in flight... so much to remember.

More adventures tomorrow. For now Stanley is going back in the travel journal. Goodnight.

Sunday, July 18, 2010

Road Trip

Hello Friends,

Although we have known my daughter would be having surgery soon it was suddenly decided on Friday that it will be July 26. Although surgery is always a scary thing I have complete confidence she will feel like a new person when this is all over.

Tomorrow I will jump in my silver Grand Am and head to Washington State. I haven't made a trip like this, by myself, in many years. I'm anxious and excited at the same time. It's hard to believe that tomorrow evening I will be in Las Vegas. (I've never been there or really wanted to go.) The next evening in Salt Lake City and on from there.

I will be up there two or three weeks helping Jessica, her husband and the two boys. Quite an adventure for this Grammy. I will have my laptop but I don't know when I will be able to post. I feel bad enough I've been neglecting my blog but now you know why.

So I will close with a happy wish to all my Blogland friends. A special wish to Jessica for a speedy recovery and more smiles like the one in this photo when she was about one year old.

Rita

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Tuesdays With Rita: Picture Day

Do you remember picture day in elementary school? I don't remember the days but through the pictures I can just see what Mom was doing to my hair. It's funny that second grade I went to live with my grandparents and that's when I have the smooth little pixie. I don't have a fourth grade photo but I must have put my foot down sometime in there because I have a smooth cut in fifth grade. She obviously got to my bangs though. Oh my. It was near the end of third grade that I got my glasses. They stay in my pictures until I turn 16 when I finally got contacts.
I do remember the teenage angst of the photos from junior high and highschool. Days of deciding what to wear and then hours of fighting the hair in the morning.
Now if my hair lays down it is good. Too many other things to do.
Share some photos with us.

Sunday, July 11, 2010

Answers to Comments

Here is a big THANK YOU to those who left comments to my "Frustration" post. I knew I wasn't the only one in this position. I do believe the comments that I thought were lost were just held up. It does seem to take time for some of them to show up. I didn't pay attention if that is because of moderators or just different blogs.

I think the best thing is to just visit the blogs of those who leave comments. The next question is, is it proper to leave your blog address as part of your comment? For myself I think I would appreciate it if people did so I can find that person. I don't seem to always find them when I click on their names. And some I can't find an email address to answer either.

So I'm going to continue my Blog Hop and leaving comments, along with my blog address. Perhaps I will start something new.

I do follow a number of blogs and read them everyday. They show up on my dashboard. I have another list that I go to when time permits. Sometimes I just follow the Muse from blog to blog, leaving breadcrump comments along the way.

Keep up the good work all you Artful Bloggers. Thank you for sharing and thank you for visiting me when you can. I feel like I'm on a grand adventure with lots of fellow travelers.

Have a wonderful week.

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

Frustration

Back on June 8 I posted a notice from Kelly's Art Journaling about a Blog Hop. Those who sign up are added to a list of blogs so we can work our way through the list and see beautiful photography, journal pages, poetry, writings, jewelry and an infinite number of other blog candies.

I have viewed 180 blogs so far. So much inspiration and so many wonderful people. Many I am now following and read their new posts every day. I try to leave a message at each of the blogs I visit. For some reason I decided to go back and look at some of the other comments left on those same blogs and none of my comments are there. Over a hundred comments are lost in the black hole of the Internet. I'm mostly upset because I really wanted these wonderful artists to know they are appreciated.

So now I have to figure out what I'm doing wrong before I continue the tour. Another question I have had since I started on this journey into Blog Land. It's kind of an etiquette thing but my guess is others wonder about this too...

When somebody leaves a comment on my blog should I answer them through my blog or send a personal e-mail or just visit their blog. I've done all three but sometimes I don't think the emails reach their destination. The have gone in to that same black hole.

So please share your thoughts and answers to these problems. I can't be the only one with these questions/problems.

Thank you, and have a blissed day.

Tuesday, July 6, 2010

Tuesdays With Rita: Where I Grew Up

We moved to this house in Kansas when I was three or four years old. My parents were divorced so it was my sister; Betty, Mom and myself. Betty was ten years older so often it seemed like I had two mothers.

It was a small house. The living room is across the front with the couch always under those three windows.

In the middle of the "back wall" was the archway into the kitchen which reached to the back of the house. It was a big sunny kitchen and I always loved it. All the counters and appliances were down one wall which put the stove behind the back door (when it was open.) I remember walking the 2 blocks home from school for lunch and making tomato soup on that stove.

On the other side of the door was the old wringer washer. How hard Mom had to work to use that washer. Clothes were hung on a line that stretched across the back yard.

If you turned left in the kitchen you walked straight into the bathroom. A quick right turn went to our girl's room and Mom was in the front bedroom. You can see the window at the back of the porch. Betty and I had bunk beds and she would sit on the lower bunk and smoke. I hated it. She was an artist and had her easel and oil paints in one corner of the room. She said the one time she really wanted to kill me was when I got into her paints. Apparently I only did it once.

I was ten when Betty got married and I moved into the front bedroom and Mom finally got the master bedroom. I loved my room. It didn't have a closet and so I had an old brown metal wardrobe for my clothes. There were two windows and it was painted yellow.

Here's Betty, me and Mom blown up from the photo above. Mom looks so tired and sad. Betty looks rather mad; she hated having her photo taken.

 Give us a "memory tour" of a house you lived in as a child. As you make the tour you will be amazed at some of the memories that come swirling up. (Like the tomato soup.)

Thursday, July 1, 2010

Art Journaling

It was about two years ago that I discovered art journaling. I can't remember how I learned about it in those early days but I do know how it became a part of my life.

I found the magical soul journaling prompts of Sarah Whitmire. Sarah shares her soul and her incredible talent through 22 free prompts and instructions that have jump started many art journalers journey. 

Here's one of the spreads I did for the Scavenger Hunt prompt. It was so much fun.


Here's another one on soul armor. Of course, I had to include one with a horse.


Since then I've taken Sarah's "advanced soul journaling"  class and her "outside the book, prayer flag" class. For more information on Sarah and her classes please visit Sarah's Web Site.

The most wonderful part has been getting to know Sarah. When she learned how much I love the Old West she sent me some photocopies of photos taken by her grandfather. They are unbelievable and I can't wait to use them in some of my own pages. True to herself, Sarah included a few other journaling goodies. What a wonderful present. 


I feel like I've gotten an autograph from a star: a star of in mixed-media and art journaling.

I've been visiting a lot of artful blogs and am always amazed at how open people are with their work, their techniques, and themselves. I hope I can do the same. For now I just want to send a big THANK YOU and HUGGLES to Sarah and all the other art bloggers. You all make a difference whether you are told that or not.