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July 17, 2014

A trip tp the Zoo ~ July 2014

It was a beautiful day for a day for taking Sean on a trip to Niabi Zoo.  It is located  @ Coal Valley near Moline. There are 900 animals representing 160 species on 40 acres. It also includes children's petting zoo,   carousel, playground and train rides. The weather was perfect, in the mid 70's  . Sean  seemed to enjoy  the day and was the perfect gentleman, opening doors and saying thank you .It is always so much  fun taking him places ! The first photo was funny...thinking maybe I should leave them there???There was a lot to see, but here are just a few of the photos we took.















 
On our way out, we stopped to cool off.
 
 

July 15, 2014

It has been a busy day Our  grandson,  Sean, and Uncle Don got to enjoy some time together .  W.e went down to pick his two 80 ft rows beans while the ground allows us to get into the garden...got 2 bushels ++ ( which I am presently canning) ..Uncle Don took charge of Seanie for a while...they rode around the yard on his rider mower,sat in his boat, , dug potatoes as Don answered a gazillion questions Sean had on gardening ( and fishing) !! ..I am sure he thinks Uncle don must be very wise to know so much about how to grow things .He was equally impressed that aunt Donna has made us some vegetable soup using everything from the garden, except the ground beef..it was delicious and tho I thought maybe Sean would not want vegetable soup..he gobbled it right down. so good to see kids show interest in gardening...I think he must have some of grandpa Bob McLeans and Uncle Don's genes for gardening....came home with three tiny potatoes in his pocket and all sorts of tall stories from uncle Don. well...time to sign off..28 qts beans done..about 24 to go. BTW...aunt Donna gave hiom an ice cream bar on the way out the door...which ended up on our car floor...so we stopped by DQ for a blizzard.

July 10, 2014

 Previous  years, I have made mock crushed pineapple and I promise..it tastes like the real deal!  .I save the big boys for making this...This recipe came from a dear old friend  who passed away several years ago, but it seems like yesterday, that she and I were in her kitchen making tons of this!  The recipe is from "Choppy " Linscott of Ashton Illinois , but is also the same posted by the Missouri State University Extension Service   . there are other variations on the web , for example ,  we added a little  yellow food coloring  .

 

ZUCCHINI PINEAPPLE
4 quarts zucchini, grated or diced ( crushed or tidbits)
1 1/2 cups bottled lemon juice (standardized acidity)
1 can ( 46 oz. ) unsweetened pineapple juice
3 cups sugar
Remove peel from zucchini and seeds. Coarsely grate or cube zucchini into small cubes.
Mix all ingredients thoroughly and simmer for 20 minutes, stirring frequently.
Fill clean hot jars with hot zucchini mixture leaving 1/2 inch head space. Adjust lids and process 15 minutes for half pints or pint jars. ( Do not put in jars larger than pints. )Remove jars and allow to cool completely. Test seal and store in a cool dry place.
 
you can use it to make upside down pineapple cake, breads and other recipes calling for pineapple.
 
 

July 8, 2014

Summer flowers and foliage 2014

Every year I marvel at the beauty of these flowers. Mom gave me starts of them years ago. Though no longer with us, she comes back every summer  with  her flowers. My sister sent me this poem today that reminded us of mom

      A garden plot’s a healing spot;
      just how I do not know,
      But as I watched my mother work
      Her eyes just told me so.
      When she was troubled, I could tell;
      She’d take her spade and go
      To her own private piece of earth
      and dig it row by row;
      And then she’d kneel and take the soil
      to sift it here and there,
      Talking softly as se worked-
      Perhaps it was a prayer.
      A garden plot’s a healing spot;
      I know the feel of sod
      Was my dear mother’s way to say,
      “I’ve touched a bit of God.”
 
Mom used to say the vegetables from the garden were God’s food; she found fulfillment and peace working in her garden and flowers.


 
















Visitors from Ohio

July 2014  

What an enjoyable day we had today ..Stephanie, Jeremy, Sean and , Bob and I welcomed Andrea, Mark , Jordynn, Nathan and Ben this afternoon...they have come from Ohio to Illinois to visit family and so pleased they included us on their wa...y back tonight. We took a tour of the Reagan birthplace Tampico, Illinois... what a marvelous job in keeping the five kiddies all entertained and "many" questions answered....they were fascinated by the safe in the old Bank room. Thanks Mrs Summers ...you sure are fantastic with kids...and this visit to Pres. Reagans birthplace, is an experience they will always remember! We also visited the "Old Jail" and told them how Grandpa ( Jerry Roth, previously of Tampico) , came to stay there one night. I am sure the kids will have some questions for you grandpa Jerry when they get back home...(.I may have embellished the story a bit..  !  We will see what Grandpa Jerry has to say...)
 
 
 
 

 
 
THIS IS MY COMPLETE CRIMINAL RECORD: I don't remember the date but it happened somewhere in this 1955 time period. I was 15 and didn't have a drivers license but I was frequently allowed to drive around and into Tampico. One night Jim Price and I were
out cruising and drinking beer. On our way home I was speeding through Tampico and yelling come and get us Batten. We got about a mile out of town and pulled under the Hennepin Canal bridge to empty our bladders. We finished our business, turned around and pulled out and Oliver Batten the Tampico police chief was waiting for us at the entrance to road. We were blocked in. He had us follow him back to the town jail. A little brick building about the size of an out house. He told us to stay there until he returned. We waited for what seemed like an eternity until he returned with our local justice of the peace who also ran the drug store in Tampico. They told us to go home and tell our parents what happened and that they should call them to make arrangements for my trial. I got home and didn't get any sleep that night, laying there worrying about telling Dad in the morning. At 6 AM he knocked on my door to signal me to get up and do chores. I handled the chickens, hogs, and calves and he did the milking. I finished my chores in record time and went in the barn to tell Dad about my arrest. I expected him to explode by he was very calm and asked me if I was guilty. Hard as it was I admitted my guilt. They charged me with reckless driving but they could have added speeding, driving without a drivers license and drunk driving but didn't. About a week later we met for the trial at the magistrates court in the drug store. I pled guilty. I was assessed a fine that just happened to be equal to all the money I had in the bank from baling hay that summer. I didn't realize it at that time but later realized that the time Jim and I spent in jail was while the authorities were at my folks orchestrating what they were going to do. Justice was done to a smart aleck kid (me) without ruining my future. About a year later Jim Price was driving and speeding in Rock Falls, IL when the police tried to pull him over and he decided to outrun them. It was a lot of speeding, running of stop signs, and driving without headlights. Jim finally thought we had outrun them and we stopped in an ally, relieved our bladders, got zipped up when two patrol cars boxed us in. Fortunately I was driving and Jim backed my story of asking him to stop so I didn't receive any punishment. Jim had a drivers license and received some heavy fines and had to spend several weekends in the Rock Falls jail.
Jerold Roth It is too bad that you didn't take a picture of them standing by the old jail. 
Andrea Roth Riley Here are the kids saying, "Shame on grandpa!"
 
 
 
It goes to show you Jerry, "What happens in Tampico does not  always stay in Tampico!"
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 
 
 
 
 

June 23, 2014

June 23 2014 garden and porch..

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

cukes on bed frame


Bob


 
green beans at bases of tomatoes
 





 
 
 
and a blurry picture of our new post lamps on the back deck.
 
 
 and one more I will sneak in since Bob has already checked the blog..LOL
 

June 12, 2014

When I saw this  sheet music ," To a Wild Rose ", the memories all came rushing back. And, I have to tell you, they weren't all good! Saturdays in my growing up days were a source of severe stress. I would  wake up, watch the clock, and hope for some kind of miracle to prevent me from having to go to my piano lesson. Of course that miracle never happened but it didn't stop me from wishing! I would get dressed and do some last minute practicing, that should have been done all week.

Now here's the irony of the whole matter! I loved music! I loved listening and singing , but something about playing the piano just was not in my blood. I must have given poor dad and mom headaches during practice, as dad would usually leave the house  when I was told to practice.  I especially didn't like practicing  scales   My piano teacher, Mrs Ziegler, was about as patient as anyone could be with a reluctant student as we went through the weeks assignment. I recall her taking the orchestra stick an tapping on the piano as i played wrong notes, and out of rhythm. (and I feared my fingers would be next). . And you can guess, this made me pretty anxious for  Saturdays' lessons to roll around!

Of course, by  Sunday , all stress was forgotten and I woke up with  sigh of relief it was over . Mom would take us to Sunday school and I would join other kids in singing along with Mrs Baylor and others directing us.   However, following Saturdays always came , and the  drama  begin all over again.
I have to thank my parents though for taking me down to Amboy every Saturday and paying for the lessons. I think they did help me appreciate  music and I really enjoy listening to classical piano  today.  The good news is....my daughter inherited the musical aptitude of the Wellman family, and plays beautifully!
 I have a picture of me struggling at a piano recital, playing to a wild rose... I am just sitting there not remembering my piece...one of my most embarrassing moments of life.. ROTFL !!   (  no..I will not show the photo to anyone..)