Summers on Grandma’s Farm


A gray barn like Papa’s. I took this picture near Springfield, MO.

When I was a girl growing up in south Alabama, my parents would take my brother and I up to north Alabama to attend Maywood Christian Camp for a week, and then my dad’s parents would pick us up and take us to their farm for another week.


My cabin at Maywood Christian Camp.

North Alabama is further from the Gulf of Mexico than my home town, thereby being a lot less humid, which was nice!

I’m sure the first day back from camp was spent resting up, we would attend church on Sunday, and then the rest of the week was full of wide-open possibilities!


Farm equipment on my cousin’s farm. My cousin now owns my grandparents’ farm.

Grandma always took us into town, which is Russellville, Alabama, a much bigger town than what we were used to.

She would buy us each a toy at TWL, and we would go to a big grocery store.

Since my parents owned a general store in Jachin, we weren’t used to going grocery shopping, which was great fun! We loved to help pick snacks and sugary cereals that we would consume during the week.

Then we would head back to our grandparents’ farm, and eventually end up playing in their great big gray barn, which was stocked with hay, spider webs, and so much dust.

Our parents would come and get us at the end of the week.  We were always so glad to see them and missed them so much!

We would go back home to our own piece of Alabama, which had an entirely different culture and it’s own rendition of an Alabama farm.


Our south Alabama farm.


More about Clinton Street Cottage


Sometimes it’s nice to sit a moment and enjoy a weekend without running to and fro!

house17The yellow and green Clinton Street Cottage that I talked about on Wednesday is for sale by owner for $165K at a supposed reduced price. (BTW, I don’t know the owner, and I’m not trying to sell it. Although, wouldn’t it be nice if I did. The owner would be like, “Who is Stephanie L. Robertson??”)

It is listed as a business for sale on the little flyer that was available out front for prospective buyers, so I don’t think anyone could buy it for a home. It’s described as a “100 year old two-story Victorian” and the 2nd story can be used as a loft. How cool is that!


The Green and Yellow House

Front view of the green and yellow house.

Front view of the green and yellow house.

I think old houses inspire my writing more than anything. Who can resist an aged home that has a history? Babies were born there. Families lived their lives there. And in the old south, loved ones were laid out on their cooling boards in parlors while a mother, daughter, nephew, or friend kept a vigil during a “wake.”

I found this old home for sale in Athens, Alabama near the main part of down town. It’s for sale, and I’d love to buy it! I think the last owners must have used it as an antique store, judging by the sign on the front and the novelties left over on the front porch.

What do you think happened in this old house? Do you think there are any ghosts therein?

Row of houses, now used for businesses.

Row of houses, now used for businesses.

Hydrangeas!  My favorite!  I may ask the seller if he/she will let me take a small cutting so that I can propagate it.

Hydrangeas! My favorite! I may ask the seller if he/she will let me take a small cutting so that I can propagate it.

Victorian trim work adds charm to the front porch.

Victorian trim work adds charm to the front porch.

The back garden is perfect for the afternoon cup of tea.

The back garden is perfect for the afternoon cup of tea.







Cookie Crunch

A box-load of Girl Scout cookies.

A box-load of Girl Scout cookies

Anybody want to buy some Girl Scout cookies? We’ve got a ton of cookies left and the demand has trickled to a stop.

About a month ago, we got a case of those buttery, sweet delicacies. The scent of cardboard and chocolate filled our car’s interior, and our mouths begged for a taste. After dinner, we quickly paid for an order of Thin Mints, Tagalongs, and Samoas and had some for dessert.

We spent a cold, lovely morning at Walmart, peddling our goods. Girl Scouts calls that “booth sales.” Princess Buttercup and I were prepared for the cold weather and wore our ski pants and coats. (Not that we ever go skiing….They’re just excellent to have on hand in case of an incidental snow in Alabama.) We smiled brightly at in-going Walmart customers and said in our perkiest voices, “Would you like some Girl Scout cookies? No? Well, thank you very much!” or “Yes? Ohhhh, thank you for supporting Girl Scouts!” [Note: I’d love to be able to post pics of the Girl Scouts, but won’t post them for privacy’s sake. Which is too bad…they are so cute, but you’ll have to settle for a picture of me at the stand!) 😉

Lefty just happened to mention Girl Scout cookies at work, and we were instantly in business. The orders came in quicker than we could meet the demand, and Princess Buttercup and I found ourselves at our supplier’s home, picking up more cases. Logistics on our part was slow, and Lefty pushed us to pick up the speed so that he could distribute them to his buyers.

I named Lefty “Honarary Findley,” an honor indeed. He was becoming quite the salesman, in the tradition of my Papa Findley–who began selling magazines as a young boy and later opened his own store in Jachin.

After about two weeks, the rush went into decline. Lefty’s office had peaked their marginal satisfaction and were done. At the same time, I got sick and could not go to the “cookie booth” to sell the remainder of our cases.

So now we’ve got about four cases on hand, and looks like we’re stuck with cookies for awhile.

Unless…Would any of you like to buy some Girl Scout cookies? 🙂

Samoas -- My favorite!

Samoas — My favorite!

Girl Scout Cookie "Booth Sale"

Girl Scout Cookie “Booth Sale”

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