Comments for Joyce's Journal http://www.ellaraglandart.org/blog Writing About Ella Ragland's Life and Times Sat, 17 Dec 2011 22:24:13 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.0.4 Comment on not pecan – walnut pie! by Pauline Scurlock http://www.ellaraglandart.org/blog/not-pecan-walnut-pie/#comment-9436 Pauline Scurlock Sat, 17 Dec 2011 22:24:13 +0000 http://www.ellaraglandart.org/blog/?p=129#comment-9436 Thick cream skimmed off the milk is about the only thing that I had growing up that I really crave now. I LOVED it on anything sweet! One big treat was to mix very thick cream with brown sugar and spread it on bread! Oh, what a treat!! Ah, to have some now!!!! Thick cream skimmed off the milk is about the only thing that I had growing up that I really crave now. I LOVED it on anything sweet! One big treat was to mix very thick cream with brown sugar and spread it on bread! Oh, what a treat!! Ah, to have some now!!!!

]]> Comment on new support for our Alzheimer’s projects by Joyce Sampson Bridges http://www.ellaraglandart.org/blog/new-support-for-our-alzheimers-projects/#comment-8235 Joyce Sampson Bridges Tue, 11 Oct 2011 00:15:02 +0000 http://www.ellaraglandart.org/blog/?p=56#comment-8235 Hey, good to read your journal entries (short essays), they strongly remind me of my early years as a child on the farm between Marshfield and Hartville. I well remember the many musical practices you played for us at S of O! Hey, good to read your journal entries (short essays), they strongly
remind me of my early years as a child on the farm between Marshfield and Hartville.

I well remember the many musical practices you played for us at S of O!

]]> Comment on picking blackberries by Wayne Groner http://www.ellaraglandart.org/blog/picking-blackberries/#comment-5855 Wayne Groner Tue, 21 Jun 2011 13:49:24 +0000 http://www.ellaraglandart.org/blog/?p=105#comment-5855 I remember thinking I was going to make a lot of money picking green beans when I was thirteen years old. A farmer paid me and my friends twenty-five cents a bushel. I worked for the farmer for just one hot summer day and picked one bushel. He was not happy and neither was I. I remember thinking I was going to make a lot of money picking green beans when I was thirteen years old. A farmer paid me and my friends twenty-five cents a bushel. I worked for the farmer for just one hot summer day and picked one bushel. He was not happy and neither was I.

]]> Comment on Guestbook by Joyce Ragland http://www.ellaraglandart.org/blog/guestbook/#comment-3611 Joyce Ragland Thu, 24 Feb 2011 14:29:46 +0000 http://www.ellaraglandart.org/blog/guestbook/#comment-3611 Lori, great to hear from you. Pls send email to EllaRaglandArt@yahoo.com to go over the family connections. Thx for the card purchases to help our local Alzheimer's cause. Were you in Artsy Cafe or Courtyard? Lori, great to hear from you. Pls send email to EllaRaglandArt@yahoo.com to go over the family connections. Thx for the card purchases to help our local Alzheimer’s cause. Were you in Artsy Cafe or Courtyard?

]]> Comment on Guestbook by Cheri Norton http://www.ellaraglandart.org/blog/guestbook/#comment-3563 Cheri Norton Wed, 23 Feb 2011 04:08:32 +0000 http://www.ellaraglandart.org/blog/guestbook/#comment-3563 I was so excited to see the cards you printed. I am a descendant of the Raglands from Phillipsburg and spent the day in the Lebanon area this past weekend. I wish I had known your mother. I bought some cards to give to my grandma, Ella May Ragland's grand-daughter. She was so happy to see the connection. I was so excited to see the cards you printed. I am a descendant of the Raglands from Phillipsburg and spent the day in the Lebanon area this past weekend. I wish I had known your mother. I bought some cards to give to my grandma, Ella May Ragland’s grand-daughter. She was so happy to see the connection.

]]> Comment on Ella’s Christmases by Joanne http://www.ellaraglandart.org/blog/ellas-christmases-2/#comment-2327 Joanne Mon, 03 Jan 2011 21:23:28 +0000 http://www.ellaraglandart.org/blog/?p=68#comment-2327 Loved your Christmas tree story. When I was a kid, Santa brought everything, even the tree. Mom must have stayed up most of the night getting everything done. On Christmas morning we kids would head for our stockings first as there would be real Brazil nuts in the toe and a tangerine. Fresh fruit in the winter was a big deal in those days even in the city. Loved your Christmas tree story. When I was a kid, Santa brought everything, even the tree. Mom must have stayed up most of the night getting everything done. On Christmas morning we kids would head for our stockings first as there would be real Brazil nuts in the toe and a tangerine. Fresh fruit in the winter was a big deal in those days even in the city.

]]> Comment on Ella’s Christmases by Joyce Ragland http://www.ellaraglandart.org/blog/ellas-christmases-2/#comment-2112 Joyce Ragland Sun, 26 Dec 2010 19:48:29 +0000 http://www.ellaraglandart.org/blog/?p=68#comment-2112 Yes - those little brown bags at church with treats were priceless. Did yours have the candy we called haystacks - white center dipped in chocolate? Thanks for that "Treat" reminder. Yes – those little brown bags at church with treats were priceless. Did yours have the candy we called haystacks – white center dipped in chocolate? Thanks for that “Treat” reminder.

]]> Comment on Ella’s Christmases by Ida Lovell http://www.ellaraglandart.org/blog/ellas-christmases-2/#comment-2095 Ida Lovell Sun, 26 Dec 2010 01:12:23 +0000 http://www.ellaraglandart.org/blog/?p=68#comment-2095 Wonderful Christmas story, Joyce. You were lucky to have a tree. I don't remember us ever having one. Our grandma, that lived 1/2 mile up the road had one that I remember, but only one time. Don't know if dad cut it for her or if she got it herself. There is even a picture of John and me in front of it. Don't know if mom and dad were afraid of fire since we had wood cook stove and wood heating stove or why we never had one. We got simple presents. Things we needed like socks or other clothes. Always looked foreward to getting the little brown bag at church with an orange, peanuts, and some ribbon candy in it. Always enjoyed going to Midnight Mass and still do. I think most people today have forgotten the true meaning of Christmas. Those that we had back in our childhood were filled with love and faith in God and our parents didn't have the stress of all the shopping that people have these days.Merry Christmas and God Bless. Wonderful Christmas story, Joyce. You were lucky to have a tree. I don’t remember us ever having one. Our grandma, that lived 1/2 mile up the road had one that I remember, but only one time. Don’t know if dad cut it for her or if she got it herself. There is even a picture of John and me in front of it. Don’t know if mom and dad were afraid of fire since we had wood cook stove and wood heating stove or why we never had one. We got simple presents. Things we needed like socks or other clothes. Always looked foreward to getting the little brown bag at church with an orange, peanuts, and some ribbon candy in it. Always enjoyed going to Midnight Mass and still do. I think most people today have forgotten the true meaning of Christmas. Those that we had back in our childhood were filled with love and faith in God and our parents didn’t have the stress of all the shopping that people have these days.Merry Christmas and God Bless.

]]> Comment on Grandma and Juicy Fruit by Sharon Myers http://www.ellaraglandart.org/blog/grandma-and-juicy-fruit/#comment-501 Sharon Myers Sun, 17 Oct 2010 14:05:27 +0000 http://www.ellaraglandart.org/blog/?p=3#comment-501 My mom passed away 19 years ago this month. Yesterday I mustered up the courage to opened her purse she carried to the hospital the day God called her home. At the bottom of her purse there it was! Memories flooded back as I looked at it. Memories of all us kids and then grandkids going into my Mom's dresser drawer looking for half pieces of her juicy fruit gum. The gum shouted out to me "Where is she? I long for her gentle tender caress of her wrinkled hands." I responded back as I closed the purse "Me too". My mom passed away 19 years ago this month. Yesterday I mustered up the courage to opened her purse she carried to the hospital the day God called her home. At the bottom of her purse there it was! Memories flooded back as I looked at it. Memories of all us kids and then grandkids going into my Mom’s dresser drawer looking for half pieces of her juicy fruit gum.

The gum shouted out to me “Where is she? I long for her gentle tender caress of her wrinkled hands.” I responded back as I closed the purse “Me too”.

]]> Comment on Guestbook by Ida Lovell http://www.ellaraglandart.org/blog/guestbook/#comment-417 Ida Lovell Fri, 01 Oct 2010 20:30:48 +0000 http://www.ellaraglandart.org/blog/guestbook/#comment-417 Loved you memories page. I know exactly how you feel about those quilts. You've done a great job with this web site. Loved you memories page. I know exactly how you feel about those quilts. You’ve done a great job with this web site.

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