Thursday, September 30, 2010
Here are two things that caught my eye. The cedar chest was neat, had 2 small pieces of the wood trim missing. I didn't want the chest, but I did appreciate it.
Now this oak basket was a different story. It was big, probably 48 inches long and 24 inches wide. If I had been able to tell if it was hand made not a mass factory production I might have bid higher. I went to $60 and it sold for $65. However every time I bid, she raised me by $5, so who knows how high her goal was.
Sunday, September 26, 2010
The area was quietly busy. Canopy's were going up every where. It took us a little over an hour to set up the blacksmith shop, both the demonstrating area and the sales area. We had three 6 foot tables full of wares, both our's and our friend Terry's goods.
Thursday, September 23, 2010
When the blacksmith was asked to participate, little did they know that he had ties to the area.
The Sunday News Tribune paper ran an article July 1934 about a house in the area. Here is an excerpt from that paper:
In 1850 John and Margaretta Asel bought an acre of land to built their log house. They had two sons to fill the house. Three more sons and three daughters would later fill this small home. The house was located only a short distance away from a group of Indians. Mrs. Asel at first was very terrified of them. Later they would become not only her friends but her customers. As many as thirty loaves a day were drawn from her huge oven in the side yard, to be replaced by as many pies. All of which found a ready market.
Great piles of logs, salvaged from Missouri River driftwood, supplied the fuel for this oven and for the little log smokehouse now resting in a corner of the flower-filled yard and wearing a modern coat of cement. A great ice house, forty feet square and holding many tons of ice cut from the river during the winters months, also was built upon the premises and was a great factor in the success of their business. A never failing deep wall, in times of drouth, refreshed the throats of the Indian Camp, and citizens came with their buckets from far and near. A dry cistern was used as a storage room for the valuables of many residents during the Civil War. As the bounds of the Asel property widened, much of the butchering , curing and cooking of meat was done on the place.
Margaretta, with the aid of John after market hours, was said to have made a thousand dollars selling fried sausage to the soldiers. Many sandwiches of home-made bread, pig ears and pig snoots were handed out to neighborhood boys who stood with watering mouths.
The little house does not now belong to a member of the Asel family having been rented several years ago and later sold to Anton Monat (the Blacksmith's great uncle). And if no member of the Asel family longer cared to live in the little log house, no more fitting family could have been found to occupy it.
Seated at a shining walnut table in the center of the front room, when the writer approached the open door, was Anton's father, Peter Monat, playing solitaire. In the middle of the table was a vase of lavender, hardy sweet peas. Peter Monat understands and speaks no English, and so his son, Fritz, came from a painting job across the street to act as host. Peter Monat's wife died two years ago. An enlarged kodak picture of her standing among her flowers and shrubs was near him upon a dresser. Sacred pictures upon the walls bespoke the religion of this family and a furled flag of the United States standing in the corner of the tiny stairway landing attested their loyalty to the land of their adoption. Peter Monat and his sons were born in Germany. Since the mother's death Fritz has been the housekeeper. Shining floors, spotless furniture and crisp curtains evidence his ability and his efforts. Even the kitchen cupboard, with its rows of sparking glass and glossy china, was in perfect order when he opened the doors to show us a cup brought from Meiderich, Germany, bearing his father's name and his title of Reviser in the Artsverein.
Outside, along the porch railing, and all about the house were well-attended plants and shrubs. Could the little pioneer home built by a young German immigrant nearly a century ago, have fallen into better hands?
Great Grandparents Peter and Anna Nauerman Monat.
Saturday we will proudly display the above pictures to show our German heritage.
Monday, September 20, 2010
I figured I would capture the day in photographs. I mean all bloggers have a camera in hand about what 90% of the time.
The day started with good intentions. Here is the peach pie as it went into the oven. Note the cookie sheet. Note the burned stuff on the bottom of the oven. That was from the last peach pie. I wasn't going to make that mistake again.
And this is where all my good intentions went down the drain.
Did I photograph the hot rolls I made from scratch? No.
Did I photograph the Spinach-Strawberry Salad? No. But I will give you the recipe:
½ c. light olive oil
1/3. c sugar
¼ c. red wine vinegar
¼ tsp. Salt
¼ tsp. paprika
1/8 tsp. Pepper
1 clove minced garlic
6 cups spinach
2 ½ cups sliced strawberries
1 c. shredded colby/jack cheese
½ c. toasted almonds, pecans or walnuts
1 c. Sargento salad creations
Did I photograph them arriving with a bottle of Adam Puchta wine? NO.
Did I take a picture of the husbands discussing which wife would be blogging about this first, while they were grilling pork loins? NO.
Did I take a group picture? NO.
But hey, I have a good excuse on my part. 3 out of 4 of us didn't feel our best today. Colds or allergies had us a little under the weather.
I did (just now) take this photo of what she left me! Her serger. Thanks Deanna!
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Monday, September 13, 2010
8:30 The blacksmith and I ground some fresh pork and added some Mennonite sausage seasoning. He fried patties while I made homemade biscuits. Well homemade thanks to Jiffy Mix.
8:40 Throw a load of clothes in the washer.
8:50 Eat breakfast.
9:30 Throw clothes in dryer
9:45 Wash hair, load up the recyclables in the Jeep.
10:00 Dry hair, change clothes, put on make up.
10:30 Fold clothes and put them away.
11:00 Leave for town.
11:15 Arrive at the post office to mail a package for the blacksmith.
11:25 Take the recyclable to New World.
11:45 Go to TJ Maxx. Find 4 pairs of new undies. Hubby says not a good thing to share on the blog. IDK why, I shared his before.
11:55 $$ Store. Pick up Halloween cards and plastic storage boxes.
12:10 Time for the dreaded Wal-Mart trip.
1:15 Visit Mom at the retirement center. Check out a new room she wants to move in.
2:00 Quick trip to Dollar General for a box of rice I forgot at Wal-Mart.
2:10 Stop at Weber's Meat Market. Order 2 fresh cut up chickens and 4 slices of head cheese. YUCK, double YUCK! But the blacksmith will love me for it.
2:12 Call BFF to see if I can make dinner for her. She tells me baby Lane has a 70% chance of getting released from the hospital today. Keep your fingers crossed.
2:30 Arrive home, soak the chicken in cold salt water. Make blackberry crisp. Make broccoli casserole.
4:00 Start frying chicken.
5:00 BFF arrives with news baby Lane and parents arrived home at 4:30. PRAISE THE LORD!!!
5:45 I Leave for my first aerobic work out.
6:45 Survived my first aerobic work out. Now if I can get out of bed tomorrow!!!
7:00 Dinner with the blacksmith, fried chicken, broccoli casserole, refrigerator cucumbers with onions and blackberry crisp.
Now you get the picture . . . busy day!
Sunday, September 12, 2010
The day started very cool and damp.
We saw small steam engines running.
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
So we loaded up our dog and the boat and headed for the river. Soon after arriving on Luebbering's Island, we were joined by the blacksmith's brother and wife, and my god daughter.
The game of washers was on!
First it was Pat's turn.
The blacksmith took a turn.
After two hours of fun and sun it was time to head home. We were invited to Pat and Larraine's for grilled steak. Who could turn that down? I had a fresh out of the oven peach pie to add to the meal.
Eventually it was decided, they should all get in our boat. That way the tow would be less of a pull.