Saturday, June 28, 2014

Saturday's Chicks


It itches!!!
Are you talking to me!!! ..
I found a nice quiet corner away from those teenagers.
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SATURDAY'S PICS

This post is dedicated to my Mother Bette. Last Wednesday would have been her 90th birthday.
     Our house had a brick planter on the front porch. Mom always made sure what ever she planted in that box had lots of color. She said that was the first thing a visitor would see when they come to our home.
 We lived in the city of roses Portland Oregon. Mom loved roses, but she hated the stickers. She only have a couple of roses in the front yard.

   About half of our very large back yard was a garden. We had about every kind of vegetable growing as well as some fruit. We had three rows of berries each row wash about 30 feet long. We did not have to buy any produce all summer.
in 1965 we got a new next door neighbor. They where a Chinese family. There was an elderly couple we called them grandma and Grandpa Mah. She never did speak a word of English and he spoke broken English. Their Son also lived there with his Son who was my age. He was a single dad as he was widowed. Grandma and Grandpa dug up about half of their lawn and planted a Chinese vegetable garden with seed they brought with them from China. For many years they traded Chinese vegetables for American vegetables across the fence. Each of them explaining what they were in their native languages, neither one of them understanding the other. We grew raspberries, so one day Mom gave grandpa some. He fell in love with them and always asked Mom in his broken English about her "Lassbellies" That is what I always think of when I eat raspberries. Grandpa passed away in the early eighties, Grandma tried to maintain the garden on her own but her health was failing as well. She died a year or two later. The Son has tried to maintain some kind of a garden, but nothing like his parents did. He still lives there with a granddaughter. I lokked on Google earth a while back, my mothers garden on gone now, there is a swing set and a large shed where our garden was.
Our neighbor on the other side of us had a half acre lot. It was just he and his wife, they were both working professionals that did not have time for a yard. They had seven fruit trees in their back yard. They told us that when the fruit was ripe to help our selves as it would go to waste otherwise. Every fall we had three kinds of pears, walnuts and peaches. I had to plant a pair tree in my yard, there is nothing like fresh pears.
When I was growing up we had a Sumac tree in our back yard. it was the only non fruit tree we had. I was Moms favorite tree. She loved the red comes and the brilliant shades of orange that it turns in the fall. She grew her tree from a start she got from her Mom and Dads home. Within a week of coming back to Boise after her funeral Nancy and I wend out and bought a Sumac tree for our yard. We put it right in the middle of our front yard for everyone to see. I know that no one besides my family knows that is why the tree is there but it means a lot to me. 
               
                         

Sunday, June 22, 2014

Wild In The City

For several weeks now we  have had a very hard working Mother.


Step 1; we go find food under the maple tree (no picture)

 Step 2; fly up on the fence, 4 feet away from the bird house. Look around to make sure everything is safe.
Step 3; land on the fence directly under the bird house, double check for safety
 Step 3; land on top of the bird house, announce that she is home.
 Step 4; Baby comes to the door



Step 6: feed the children. Fly back to the maple tree and repeat. She must fly several miles a day feeding the young ones.    
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Sunday, June 15, 2014

Saint Joseph Catholic Church

Saint Joseph Catholic Church located on top of a hill in Idaho City is the oldest Catholic church in the state. Is was originally built in 1863 and rebuilt in 1867 after the great fire. The fire of 1867 was the second great fire in Idaho city. After the first Great fire, the church was the only building left in town, every other structure was consumed.
This is the view of Idaho City looking down from the porch.

The church is only two blocks from town, but it is on a very steep hillside. The road to the church is probably the steepest road I have ever driven. Like all of Idaho city it is a dirt road. Idaho City only has two paved roads.  



All of the street signs are these hand carved signs. I am not sure if they are original to the 1860's or not.
While we were visiting the church an Idaho City fire truck was going up the hill. It is an early 1960's American Motors military 6X6 deuce and a half.      

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Wednesday, June 11, 2014

Greek Music at its Finest

This past weekend was Boise's annual Greek festival It has lots of great music and authentic Greek dancers. 

 Although not the most nutritionally balanced meals in the world there is good food and...  
Great desserts! The home made baklava is my favorite.

Saturday, June 7, 2014

Summer Fun

The last day for Boise Schools was Wednesday, so this means that my Wife Nancy is done until August as well. I took off Thursday & Friday to celebrate the beginning of summer. Thursday we drove up to the resort town of McCall Idaho for the day.         
This fish sculpture is in the city park  
In all the years we have lived in Idaho we have never gone on some of the roads outside of town. We found a beautiful road that goes all the way around Payette Lake. we only did as much of the loop as was paved. The thought of miles of dusty road just was not that appealing.   
There is a very small fish hatchery in the city park, a couple of fish and game personal were stocking the the area.  
Until yesterday I did not now there are lake cruses. We are going to go back this summer and take one of these cruses.
This young lady had the perfect day to be out on the lake

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