Friday, November 23, 2018

Sweet potato casserole

The 52 Ancestors theme this week is “thankful.”

Yesterday was Thanksgiving and one of the dishes on my table was this sweet potato casserole. It’s one that for years has graced many a Thanksgiving table in my family. I remember Mama making this sweet delight when I was growing up in Atlanta, but we called it a souffle instead of a casserole.

Now you might ask what this has to do with this week’s “thankful” theme. That’s easy—every time I make this casserole, I’m reminded of the years Mama came to Virginia and spent Thanksgiving week with me. She’d arrive the weekend before, we’d plan the Thanksgiving meal, and then I’d go shopping. On Wednesday, we’d crank up the Christmas music and spend the day in the kitchen preparing anything we could make in advance for the big feast. We laughed and had a good time while we worked. It was always so much fun. I hadn't made the casserole myself, thinking it was complicated, so Mama taught me how on one of her visits. And it couldn’t have been easier!

Being able to include this dish on our menu yesterday was great, but the true treasures are the rocking chair memories it brings to me every time I make it. And for that, I’m thankful. 

Casserole before baking
Sweet Potato Casserole
2 c. cooked sweet potatoes (about six)
3/4 c. sugar
2 eggs
1 tsp. vanilla
1/2 c. milk
1/2 c. butter
Cinnamon and nutmeg to taste

Topping:
1 c. brown sugar
1/3 c. flour
1 c. pecans, chopped
1/3 c. butter, melted

Bake the sweet potatoes in a 400-degree oven until soft. Once cool enough to handle, peel, and cut up into a large bowl. Add the sugar, eggs, vanilla, milk, butter, and spices then mix together with an electric mixer until smooth. Pour into a buttered casserole dish. Mix topping ingredients together and spread on top of the potatoes. Bake at 350 degrees for 30 minutes or until hot and bubbly on the edges.

Notes:
If you don’t like pecans, replace the topping with miniature marshmallows (my own family’s preference). If you do that, put the marshmallows in during the last few minutes, turn the oven to broil, and bake until browned. Don’t walk away though. It doesn’t take long and if left too long, the marshmallows will burn.

This is a great recipe to make the day before. Prepare the potatoes according to the recipe and store them in a large Ziploc bag. The next day, pour the potatoes into a buttered casserole dish, add the topping, and bake.


If you look hard, you'll see five little heads in this car.
Mama started making rocking chair memories with us years ago.

Friday, November 16, 2018

Kevin’s Christmas stocking—a new family heirloom

The 52 Ancestors theme this week is “random fact.”

My random fact … you CAN right a wrong. Even if it takes years.

OK, I’m stretching the theme to fit my needs this week, but I’m doing this post tonight come hell or high water!

On the Saturday after Thanksgiving every year, we pull the Christmas decorations out. And on that day every year, I’m reminded that I had something I needed to take care of. But the years came and went, and nothing happened. We decorate the house and one of the last things to go up is the Christmas stockings. If you follow my blog, you’ve read the story about my oldest son’s stocking. If you haven’t, you can read about it here. The bottom line is I made a cross-stitched stocking for my first child but never made one for my second. And so, the past few years, Chris has had fun reminding Kevin that he has a handmade stocking and Kevin doesn’t. Chris likes to say, “I’m Mom’s favorite … look what I have, and you don’t.” It’s all in fun but last Christmas, when I heard Chris say, “Hey Kevin” and then repeat his mantra about his stocking, it felt like someone stuck a knife in my chest, and then twisted it. I’m sure other Moms can relate. I felt a tremendous amount of guilt last Christmas. That guilt nagged at me for another week or two until I finally decided I had to right a wrong and at that moment, decided to make a stocking for Kevin. Knowing it would be a huge undertaking, I thought about it for a week. I didn’t want to start something I might not finish. But the nagging feeling stuck with me, so I finally decided to take the plunge, went online and picked out a kit, and then placed my order. I hadn’t done cross-stitch in 25 years, so my next step was to go to YouTube and find a few “how to” videos to refresh my memory on how to cross-stitch.

Afraid I wouldn’t finish, I decided to keep my project a secret. That way, if I didn’t finish the project, they wouldn’t know, and couldn’t harass me about it. I told my husband Charlie and asked him to keep the secret. My goal was to finish the stocking by November, in time to give to Kevin for his birthday.

The kit arrived mid-January and I got to work. Every night after dinner, I’d lock myself in the bedroom and work a couple of hours. After a few days of this, the kids took notice and started asking what I was doing. They kept asking. I told them I was working on a secret project but that didn’t satisfy them. Finally, one day, Kevin asked me again, and with a straight face, I looked him in the eye and told him I was watching porn. You should have seen the look on his face! It was priceless. He looked at me, and said “well alright then,” then turned around and left the room. He didn’t ask me again! Later, it became a joke—Mom’s working on her secret project—and they left me alone.

I was warned that the gold thread was hard to work with and it was

I started the project mid-January and typically spent two to three hours on it every Sunday morning and evening. During the week, I worked at least two hours Monday through Thursday evening. I took Friday off to work on my Living in the Past blog and then finished up the week working two to three hours on Saturday morning and evening. I also spent at least three full days working on it as well. Charlie and I estimated that I spent at least 400 hours on my secret project.

The pattern was hard to read for my old eyes, so I had to enlarge it to three sheets of 11” x 17” paper. I made a second copy for outlining. I also made a few notes on the pattern, including a reminder to add Kevin’s name across the top. My worst nightmare was finishing the red bar across the top and then realizing I’d forgotten to add his name!

I enlarged two copies of the pattern -- one for the x's and one for outlining




My eyes were strained, arthritis started creeping into my left index finger and thumb, and the tips of those same two fingers became sore, but I was determined to keep working. I made it through the winter months. Winter turned into spring and I still spent my evenings locked in the bedroom. I even took the stocking on my spring trip to Georgia and got some work in. As spring turned into summer, it was no longer a question of whether I’d finish the stocking. At that point, I knew I would. Now it was a question of when. I couldn’t let up because I knew I needed to allow time to have someone complete the project. All along the way, I worried about how I was going to get the finished product sewn into a stocking since I don’t sew. A friend gave me a couple of ideas but then one day my daughter-in-law mentioned a local alteration shop she used, and my ears perked up. I goggled the shop and determined it was a viable option. Feeling better after that, I worked harder. I finally made the last cross stitch on August 15. That night, I washed the finished product after everyone had gone to bed, and then took it the next day to Tang’s Alterations in Manassas. A week later, I was able to declare my secret project as DONE! I can’t tell you the relief I felt at that point. But unfortunately, I had to keep the stocking hidden and my secret quiet for three months. No victory dance for me until last weekend.

The stocking is beautiful and is the newest Murphy family heirloom. I hope the wait for worth it for Kevin.

Finished product before going to Tang's

The back and handle are red velvet

The seamstress added an inside pocket for money

The inside is red satin

P.S., what do you think Chris’ reaction was? Well of course … mine is bigger! Ha Ha

P.P.S., my daughter-in-law told me the three of them thought I was building a condominium for my Elf on the Shelf Athya. She said they talked about taking bets.

Friday, November 9, 2018

Lost relatives from Pennsylvania

I've been traveling as well as working on a special World War II letter project so don't have my usual ancestor timeline prepared this week. So instead, I'll share three photos from the collection of my husband's grandmother, Bertha Edna Smith. The children and young men in these photos are unknown to me. They were more than likely friends and/or family members of Bertha's and probably lived in or near Apollo, Armstrong County, Pennsylvania. If not, Apollo, then in Westmoreland County, Pennsylvania. I estimate the photos were taken in the early 1900s to 1915. If you recognize anyone in these photos, I'd love to hear from you.




Friday, November 2, 2018

Share your photos and make a difference

The 52 Ancestors theme this week is “frightening.” This week's post is a stretch of the 52 Ancestors theme but I'm going with it!

If you read my weekly blog posts, you know that I periodically share photos from my husband’s uncle Ralph Murphy’s slide collection. If you’ve missed them, you can check them out here:
Water sports at Tygart Lake 
Nutter Fort, West Virginia Soap Box Derby
Warner’s Skyline Drive-In Theater
Vintage Christmas photos
52 Ancestors – no. 40: Anna B. Church – (week 24) (Anna (Church) and Everett Evans photos only)
Uncle Ralph’s slide collection, which dates from 1947 to 1984, contains wonderful photos of family members, friends, co-workers, and their travels. Unfortunately, many of the people in the photos are unidentified. Uncle Ralph passed away in 1998 so is no longer here to help with identification. On my husband Charlie’s last visit with Aunt Jean, he took printed copies of some of the slides. She enjoyed seeing the photos again but was unable to remember who most of the people were. So, I’ve made it a mission to share these photos on my blog in hopes that someone will stumble across them and recognize a family member. I’d love to be able to put names to the faces looking back at me.

When doing research for the Nutter Fort Soap Box Derby and Warner’s Skyline Drive-in posts, I contacted a couple of people I found on Facebook whom I thought might be able to help with my mission. I first contacted the Nutter Fort Volunteer Fire Department (NFVFD) about one of the photos in the Soap Box Derby collection which included a car clearly marked Nutter Fort Fire Department. I hoped to date the photo and then, if lucky, identify people in the photo. They shared the photo with their Facebook group and while no one recognized anyone, they were able to pinpoint a date and many of them shared memories of past Nutter Fort Soap Box Derbies. They told me they were able to use the photo to help “the younger members of the NFVFD learn about a piece of apparatus that they didn’t know much about and it also served as a great talking point to reminisce about on the Nutter Fort, WV Facebook group.”

The second person I contacted was Sam Caputo Jr., whom I believed to be the son of Sam Caputo, a previous owner of Warner’s Skyline Drive-in Theater in Clarksburg, West Virginia. I sent Sam a Facebook message in January 2018 to identify myself and tell him about the collection of drive-in photos. There was one photo I thought might be his parents, although if I’d thought about it, the photo was probably taken before his parents owned the drive-in. I asked Sam if he minded me sending the photo to him. I waited several weeks for a response but when I didn’t hear back from him, went ahead and posted the group of photos in February. Then finally, on October 9, I heard from Sam who said he didn’t check that account very often. Sam confirmed that he was in fact the son of the previous drive-in owners and he told me
… “the photos that you shared of the projection booth, ticket booth, concession stand, pond, screen and field are exactly as I remembered them as a small child. Over the years some modifications were made by my parents for a variety of different reasons. The most extensive one was the replacement of the screen that you mentioned being destroyed during a storm. I remember the day my dad was notified of the damage, being a small child, it was quite disheartening to see the look on his face. It was the same year his father was struck and killed by a train on his way to work. Unfortunately, I did not recognize any of the people in the photos, and none were of my Mother. My parents were not ones that took a lot of photos, believe it or not we have none. This blog brought a tear to my eye as the Skyline was operated primarily as a family operation which consisted of my parents, my two older sisters, and myself. For the longest time there may be only one person helping in the concession stand and the projectionist that were not family.” 
Sam went on to talk about the drive-in marquee. He wrote
… “Over the years it has been weathered, hit by vehicles, and damaged by storms. I recently replaced some of the facing and was able to salvage the original front and rear of the arrow. I own a small pest control company for 48 years and my office is on the drive-in property. Every day people from the community that remember the drive-in reminded me how the sign was considered an iconic part of the history of this area. Having been said I made repairs keeping as much of the original part of the marquee in an effort to keep the landmark alive.” 
Sam asked for copies of the photos, so I sent him digital copies of all of them. He wanted to
… “create some sort of album to give to my three children as they were the only grandchildren my parents had and were very attached to them and also got to enjoy the Skyline in their younger days.” 
Sam ended his email stating
… “Once again I am so grateful for the work and effort you provided in your blog spot. Had I not seen this, the memory of the Skyline would only have been the photos in my mind.
That last sentence stood out to me! It’s frightening to think about the photos sitting in boxes under beds, in albums stuck in closets, or who knows where else, stashed away for no one to see. We all need to make a point to digitize and share our photos so others can enjoy them. Especially the photos of past generations.

Ten days after Sam contacted me, he wrote again asking my permission to share my blog and photos on “a couple of Facebook pages regarding growing up in Clarksburg, WV.” He felt they
“would create quite an interest and possibly identify some of the people in the photos.” 
Sam must have posted a link to my Skyline Drive-in blog post because it's been viewed over 800 times in the last few weeks ... way more than normal!  I know there are people out there who would recognize the people in Uncle Ralph’s photos, as well as other photos my husband and I have inherited. I hope someone does recognize a family member or friend from long ago. My determination is even stronger now to continue my mission of sharing these wonderful snapshots of history.

Of course, I can’t post without including a few photos. Uncle Ralph was usually the person behind the camera, but every now and then, Aunt Jean (or someone) took the camera and managed to take a photo of Uncle Ralph. Below are a few of him found in his slide collection.


Raymond Murphy and Ralph






The Murphy brothers -- Earl, Glenn, Ralph, and Raymond


Ralph and his brother Glenn

Glenn and Ralph