Rosa Parks pancakes

Rosa Parks with Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. (ca. 1955)-Picture from the Internet
(Wikipedia)

Since it's February month, Black History,  and time for celebration for the whole month, everyone is posting about Rosa Parks pancakes, I thought I would too. It was her birthday this past February 4. She was a beautiful woman with a radiant smile and warm eyes. Not only was she beautiful but she knew her rights.

 

I'm making the pancakes tomorrow morning as we have pancakes on Sunday as a tribute to my Dad who always made pancakes on Sunday.

 

This time paying tribute to Rosa Parks pancakes.

 

Here is her hand-written recipe that has been provided and is on the internet for use.

 

Rosa Parks Peanut Butter Pancakes recipe from Rosa Parks Archives

Photo: Guernseys



Rosa Parks' Featherlite Peanut Butter Pancakes

Ingredients

• 1 cup flour
• 2 tbsp baking powder
• 1/2 tsp salt
• 2 tbsp sugar
• 1 egg
• 1 1/4 cup milk
• 1/3 cup smooth peanut butter
• 1 tbsp vegetable oil or melted vegetable shortening to grease pan (or more if needed)

You will also need

• Griddle, skillet, or electric griddle

Servings: about 12 pancakes

PAINT PARTY FRIDAY-small shrine completed

Happy Paint Party Friday to all. Thanks Eva and Kristin.

(Posting early as usual, will link up later.)

 

Thanks for stopping by. I appreciate your visits and will do the same.

 

I finished my small shrine in memory of Anne Lockard and I actually like the way it came out.

 

Lots of acrylics, glitter, lettering's, little vases with trees, made a small table for the inside, accessories, wood hearts that I cut out, painted and added tons of glitter, pictures, and so much more, all for a good cause called:

 

 " IN MEMORY OF ANNE"

 

Front of box

 

Back of box. The background was there. I added Casa Azul and touched up some of the colors.

 

Left side

 

Right side

 

Side view of door, the left inside before Frida's pictures are added.



 

Looking at the left side of door with pictures and names in little bottle caps.

On the inside.

There was scrap wood in the studio and decided to utilize it for a little table. After it dried, it was painted and accessories were glued on. Accessories like a bowl with tortilla masa, rolling pin, a couple of plates. A little planter with two little brooms was added and that's to the right of the hearts, a skull and a small bench. The hearts were cut out of wood, sanded, painted, glittered, little stones added.

I kept the inside of the walls white as that was what she had in her kitchen.

Another shot of the inside.

 

Hope you liked this tribute to Anne.

 Enjoy the weekend and take care.

 

Oh, almost forgot. Speaking of Frida, we have tickets for the musical Frida and looking forward to it on the 26th. of this month. It's here at the Gallo Art Center.

Before going in to our seats, we'll buy a glass of wine to drink while we watch the show. Viva Frida!

 

 



In the process of....

 

Getting on.

 

It is time to get back to doing what has to be done.

Being in a "semi-daze"  has kept me from the duties of my life. It's good to feel what has to be felt and then its....

 

Time to open the doors and let the sunshine of life come in.

 

Time to shout out for the joy of life:

 

LIFE
LOVE
SPIRIT
THANKFULNESS

(Anne's words)

 

 

Going forward in LIFE, sharing my LOVE with a SPIRIT of THANKFULNESS is on my agenda. Words to live by.

 

 

When I finish this post it will be back to the normality of things.

 

Clean house (as best I can)(which isn't always very good)

 

Plan a menu for dinner

 

Feed the family pet members

 

Check on the bills

 

Dry chili's in dehydrator once again, grind them down, put on paper plates left to sit on counter top for a couple of days, toss in micro for 15 sec, maybe 20, wait till cool and then jar. Yearly duties.:)....

 

.....and today it will be studio day where one can get lost in their passion. In my case, it's a mess in there. Husband put together a metal shelf that will get used. I want to take out the huge table that is in there and add a small daybed. The shelf will be up against and on the other side of my worktable. Paints, etc. will go there. I'll take pix later of this project of studio stuff once again. Never ending, but that's the way I love it!

 

So I'm going now to do my stuff in a happy way. Drink another cup of coffee and on with life, love, spirit, and thankfulness.

 

My Haiku

 

One asks, what is life?

Ah, there is no description.

You have to live it.

 

HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY, ENJOY LIFE.

In a semi-daze

 

A Few Words

 

It's a strange and sad thing when blogger friends are lost. Strange because one feels they know the person's soul even though one hasn't physically met the other person. Sad because we feel that we did know them, kindred spirits.  Each time we do a post, our words come from within. We search for the right words so as not to offend anyone. We pour our hearts out with our thoughts and feelings-that is soul.

 

 

There have been at least 3 blogger friends that have left this world, not to speak of someone's mother or father, sister or brother, dog or cat which has shattered lives. These feelings are passed on through cyberspace,  and we who blog with blogger friends feel the pain of loss as if it were here with us.

 

 

It is hard to describe the feelings, but the sadness lingers. Today as I was outside picking apples and drinking tea with my husband, I thought of Anne and how she loved the outdoors. It saddened me to think that she is no longer in this world.  Then I thought that she is in a better world now. No more pain, heartache or worry. She is free to paint and laugh and joke-perhaps with Renee.

 

I spent last night re-reading her posts from the day she started. She started blogging the year after me. I read her posts and seen just how much soul she had. Her happy days, her working days, her studio days, food days, meetings days, pain days, crazy days, fun days, blogging days and she did a lot of blogging. She loved it and always thanked her new follower's for following her.

 

I bought a box today at Michael's and want to make a little shrine box out of it. It's what her last post was about. A work she hadn't been able to complete and on March 22nd of this year she posted that it was done! Click on the link to see her beautiful work. She was very happy about it. There were no more posts after that. It was quiet since then. I emailed her a few times to see how she was doing and each time she said she was "getting along."

 

I will think of Anne with happy memories. Listening to her jazz music when I went there made me happy. I could almost see her dancing to it. She was very angry when Playlist took that link away, no more music.  It was "jazz."

 

Good Night Anne, say hello to Renee and live on!

 

 



Farewell Anne

 

You will be missed Anne

ANNE 

(this picture of Anne was borrowed from Georgina's blog)

 

Anne I nicknamed you "Scythe Woman" after you did that post of you working in the field with a scythe. You had your coveralls on, a sleeveless t-shirt and were weeding away happilly so. This was back in 2010.

 

My memories of you are happy ones. Going into your blog and listening to your jazz music always relaxed me while I read what you posted. You always had something good to say about everyone. Rest in peace blogger friend. I'll always remember you.

 Say hello to Renee who we all still miss.

Teeny Weeny Postini

 

 

I'm beginning to feel a new season.

 

One of my favorite seasons

 

I can almost smell it.

 

It can almost be felt.

 

I once wrote a poem about leaves.

It was during my "melancholy " days.

I wasn't sure which direction to take. It's not much of a poem, just words that came to my mind and perhaps what I was feeling when I watched the leaves turn golden and then slowly make their way to the ground, where they would decompose and send nourishment to what needed nourishment.

 

I thought of that nourishment and it reminded me that sadness comes and goes, but from that sadness, strength builds. I was missing my son.

 

It's now time for that 3 lined short poem or just words being felt at the time.

****************

 

It's called:

 

The Leaves are Falling

 

It goes like this.

 

 

 

The leaves are falling, falling, falling.

 

I hear you calling, calling, calling.

 

Where are you? I miss you my dear.




My DAD

 

 

 

 

MY DAD-JUST WHO WAS MY DAD?

Today is a celebration of my Father's life. So to honor him there will be cheese/onion enchiladas, rice, beans, and salad. He loved coffee any time of day, especially dinner. I will make a small pot. He is always in my thoughts, but today marks the day he left this earth to start a new life in the hands of the Lord.

 

Lets see-He was born in 1913 and went to his new life on August 17, 2007.

 

 

He was a baker in the Merchant Marines during World War 2. He cooked and baked Portuguese bread for all the sailors on board.

 

 

When he came home, he opened his own bakery

 

 

He went to work for Food Machinery Corporation (FMC) who made the tanks for war.

 

 

He was a happy man, always with a smile and cracking jokes.

He had only one thought for his family and that was to provide them with a home, which he did out in the country.

He cooked and he cooked good.

His brother's and parents always visited on the ranch. He was close to them. Lots of laughter and fun when the family was all together.

They are all gone now, all that remains is his sister. She lives on.


He planted the food for us. Provided us with the chickens, rabbits, and even a cow to milk and a horse to ride. I never ate rabbit, they were just to darling.

He filled the house with his laughter and made pancakes every Sunday. He always laughed and told jokes as he was making the pancakes.

He made the turkey on Thanksgiving. One time he pulled it out so fast to check it and it fell on the floor. Tee hee. He just dusted it off and put it back in the oven and looked and me and said Ssssh.:)

There were the rough times as well as the good times, but my Dad always figured things out for the good of the family. Sometimes he would sit outside and be deep in thought. Probably thinking of the bills and other important things.


He was kind, gentle, giving and believed in his family.  He wasn't just any Dad, he was my Father who gave me a pair of red pajamas on my birthday that I never forgot about. He didn't have the money to buy a lot of things, but he managed to get the money to buy me a pair of red pj's. Thanks Dad, I'll never forget that, for as long as I live.

I talk about that so much to my husband, that last year on my birthday, my husband bought me a pair of red pajamas. Oh did I hug them hard.

To sum it up, my Dad was everything good. I could say a lot more but my Dad would want me to stop now, so I will.

 RIP


My Dad in the Merchant Marines. He was handsome


My Dad and his Mom, my Grandma Maria. He loved her so.

 I'll be happy to see you Dad, when it is my time.

 



Memories/Haiku

 

Today was a thinking day and I was reminded of my dad, the thinker.

I looked at the picture of his kitchen on my blog at the bottom,  and suddenly was taken back to visits, dinners, Christmas, Thanksgiving, and much more.

 

Your kitchen dear Dad

Sparked my thoughts on this Monday

This room sums it up.

 

 

 

The kitchen, counter, sink, cabinets

 

This is where I found myself when visiting my dear Dad. I washed the dishes at the sink. I washed, rinsed, dried and put them away in that counter alongside the far cabinet.  The coffee pot sat at the end of the  front counter, always full. I listened to everyone laughing, talking, voices getting louder as I washed dishes. Everything being said washed over me and I joined in with the laughter and frolicking.

 

The table was alongside the counter, across from the frig and it overlooked a window where my dad sat at the head of the table and looked out the window. He was a thinker, always thinking. He loved coffee and always had a cup at the table.

 

Those walls are filled with lots of memories. Laughter, joy, playfulness, heartaches, hurt, loss. Most of all though,  inside those walls the voices are reaching out. I can hear my dad's voice calling me, my step-mom telling my dad to calm down and not be so loud, brothers, sisters laughter rings out. Uncles, aunts, children's laughter echoing in the walls.

 

 

Grandma, Grandpa sitting at the table having coffee and eating sweet bread or pan dulce  as we call it. Strange how life goes on and those voices linger in your heart. Those were good days that are very much missed. This room with everything it holds will always be alive in my mind and heart.

 

 A thought for this evening.