Monthly Archives: May 2012

Full Strawberry Moon

May’s super moon did a number on me – gave me a migraine for three days.



I check out the full moon schedule so I know when to double my migraine maintenance medicine and learned something new.  Did you know that every month,  the full moon has a new name? For instance, upcoming in June is the strawberry moon; in Europe, they call it the Rose Moon.


This is because strawberries come out in June.


Yes, the full moon does cause hellish migraines for me or at least 11 months out of the year, they do. The pull of the moon in May was excruciating.

And of course, who hasn’t heard of the blue moon? Blue moon of Kentucky keep on risin – a little Elvis. Now that type of moon is soothing.




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Valdez 2


Mom and I boarded the Alaskan ferry at Whittier, Alaska. 
It was a two-day trip from Whittier with a stop at Valdez 
then off to Cordova (round trip style). 


The ferry was small but large enough to carry
vehicles. We stayed in a tiny hallway room
with double bunks and a bathroom. 
The room didn’t really matter because
we spent our time on deck looking
at mountains, glaciers and wild life.
I was in total awe at the wondrous scenes
that abound in Prince William Sound. 
It was mesmerizing to see
 Dolphins, a school of Black and White Whales, sea
otters and other schools of fish. 



As we neared Valdez, I found myself talking to
 a talk dark stranger (I couldn’t resist that one) next to me. 
He was taller than me and not bad looking either.
I told him that mom and I had no way to see Valdez
because we were afoot. He promptly made
a deal with me that I could not refuse. He
had more than one vehicle to drive off the
ferry and if I drove his pickup truck off
for him, we could drive it around
Valdez. What a deal! That is
what we did, I drove his truck and
later we left it where he could retrieve it.


We did not get off at Cordova because the
ferry was returning pronto so we only saw
Cordova from the deck.




Too Many Cemeteries to Visit



It was a tradition to go to the cemetery to decorate graves in our family. Cousins and friends gathered at the same time so it was almost a reunion to think of our dear departed and have a gossip session.


Grandma took us to the Almo Cemetery every year and while she was gabbing, my brother and I being just kids were chasing lizards. The Almo Cemetery has no grass, just rocks, dirt, stones and weeds. The weeds were cleared and real flowers decorated the graves.


I live so far away from either of the cemeteries where my grandmothers are buried so I don’t decorate their resting places. I do however cut fresh flowers from my garden and take them to one of my sons and my mother. I think that one of problems of today’s generations is that they don’t live near where their dearly departed are buried and so Memorial Day is celebrated as just another holiday to take a trip and have fun.

William Wells Meguire

Plain City Cemetery is where a majority of my pioneers are buried.
William W. Meguire is buried there. One year the Daughter’s of the Utah Pioneers had special plaques that we purchased to place on our pioneer tombstones.  I placed at least seven and one was William Meguire. My cousin has a little bucket which was carried from Pennsylvania to Utah on the Meguire wagon.

Meguire Bucket


This little cabin is still standing in Plain City and has been turned into a DUP Museum.  It originally belonged to John Carver whom was related to me through two of his wives.

Samuel Eames

The tiny DUP metal plaque on my 3rd great grandfather’s tombstone was a special tribute to him.  No one else had visited his tombstone and left flowers for years but I did for at least 3 years.


  

Unblissful Month

Today I am connecting to Liv Lane’s Little Bliss List.

1. I am grateful to her for helping us all remember to be thankful even for the hard times in our lives.

2. I am grateful that my daughter had to pick up both R and S
from school this week just before a lockdown in the elementary
schools where they attend. My towhead grandson hurt his foot – he is the official daring kid who is always getting hurt. My granddaughter had a URI and was sent home. Little N had just fallen fallen asleep 10 minutes earlier before the calls from the schools and of course it woke her up to get put in the van. It scared me to think that there were guns in the area.


3. I live in an area that has very little crime compared to what is
happening in large cities and I am blessed that I don’t have to worry about always locking my doors. It reminds me of when I was a teenager – we never locked our doors.

4. Blogging about the early years that I lived in Alaska has brought some very fond and fun memories back to me which I have not pondered about in years.

5. I found my earrings that I thought I had lost. I had just made them last week and I had hung them on an earring tree (I am too organized!). I spent almost an hour looking everywhere and thinking and looking and thinking……  Later in the day, I looked over and there they were.
The tear drop is an emerald green while the
surrounding Austrian crystals are a new
color of burgundy blue.

6. I am ready for warm steady weather without all the yo yoing. This morning it was 60 degrees and blustery; now it has calmed down and the weatherman who is sometimes and sometimes wrong is saying it will continue to blow but will warm to 80.

Valdez 1



A weekend adventure guided me to Valdez, Alaska.

The only hair-raising part of the jaunt was driving through a cloud which hung over the mountain not knowing if there was
a drop off on either side of the road or not. I was almost
in a cold sweat when the road started dropping
down and the cloud disappeared.

From the 1964 earthquake, there was still a boat

lying halfway on the mountainside that had been 
stashed there from the tsunami which struck little Valdez.
The entire town was wiped out and rebuilt
farther to the west of the inlet. 

I found a friendly neighborhood 
wooden floor covered with peanut
shells bar and danced the night
away.  I wore every partner completely
out because I could polka all night
long and this is exactly what I did. They
had a live band playing and each time
that it came to the end of the song,
the band looked at me and continued to play
until I was just puffing.



Long before the pipeline ever reached Valdez
 or the second gold rush got started
(Alaskan oil), long before the destructive
 oil tanker spill in Prince William Sound, 
 my little escapades happened. By the way
Valdez, Alaska  is pronounced
Valdeez. Long e’s.


I drove westward up a dirt canyon road
which kept going and going like the
battery operated bunny. Finally, I
stopped and started a little camp fire
to roast a hot dog for a picnic.
The only ones who enjoyed the
picnic was thousands of mosquitoes
so I ended up eating inside my car
with all the windows rolled up tight.

My mother had flown to Anchorage for a
visit. I drove southward on the Kenai Peninsula.
Westward toward the inlet were little
wooden cabins half sunk into the
ground (another reminder of that
8.6 earthquake in 64).


Our first stop was Portage Glacier which
can be seen from the road.



On our way to Whittier to catch the Alaskan ferry,
we came across the Russian Orthodox Church.



A settlement of Russians live on the Kenai Peninsula
keeping mostly to themselves.  They had left Russia
seeking a place of religious freedom. When they
came into Anchorage to shop, they stood out just
like the Amish. The women wore long 1890’s
dresses with their long hair bundled high on
their heads in twists or braids or hair styles
unseen in this day and age.



Alaskan Art

During my single days in
Alaska, I did not have much money to
spend on art but I did get two
tiny gold pans which had were
painted by a local artist with the northern lights
and a lonely cabin by the
mountains.




During the State Fair at Palmer,
Alaska, there was a very talented artist who
painted the four seasons of Alaska – one in
each corner on the canvas; 
it was the most spectacular
work of art that I ever saw while living
in Alaska.

My little souvenir from Circle, Alaska
is a handmade piece that tugs at my
heart every time I gaze upon it.

My owl obsession probably began
with this inexpensive piece of
artwork.

Alaskan Jewels

My precious jewels
from Alaska are now vintage
and cherished possessions:
Alaskan Gold Days

Almost every piece has Alaskan gold. Each piece of
ivory in the bracelet has a tiny gold nuget in the 
center of the flower. 

This lovely gold and ivory brooch by Sorrento had two
earrings that matched. I’ve lost one of
the earrings so what do you do with
one earring? I can’t bear to throw the
other out.

I don’t remember what these fellows
are called by the natives of Alaska
but they are still cute and made from real ivory
carved from walrus tusks as are my other pieces.