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Words, Poetry and Buttons

In October I will be,
At Monterey by the sea,
On retreat with fellow Bookies, old and new,
Gathered together to learn a new thing or two.

My postcard reminder is tucked in a photo screen frame,
So I can glance up from my desk whenever I need to claim,
The spray on my face from the crush of a wave,
An ocean full of memories my heart longs to save.

I find myself writing words like seashells and sand, beach and breakers, shipmates and clams.

Ships and anchors, horizon and whales, seals and otters, tugboats and sails.

Yet I sit at my desk with my laptop plugged in,

Writing a short story about blue fish with translucent fins.


I sail away on the keyboard and send an SOS code,

To where Books and Such authors, writers, and agents abode,

“The ocean is calling, calling us by name,

The countdown is dwindling,  we have a deadline to tame!”




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Lake Tahoe Baby Boomer Recipe Share

Taste and see that the Lord is good. Psalm 34:8
I went digging through my Nana’s recipe cards to find the perfect 1950’s summer recipe to share. It was an adventuresome hunt that ended up taking hours.
At one point my husband questioned my unusual method of research as I spread out handwritten index cards from one room of our home into the next. He retreated to the backyard patio seeking refuge from the current home invasion of clipped, copied, and culturally diverse, historical records of a major Foodie’s lifetime.
I couldn’t help myself, every single magazine, newspaper, and friendship exchange recipe was a treasure, some dating back past the 1940’s. The cards penned in my Nana’s own cursive brought back memory upon memory. And not just of her fabulous cooking and baking skills, but a clear picture of her in my mind at either their winter home in the William Land Park area of Sacramento or the cozy Lake Tahoe cabin kitchen.
My Nana was gifted by God with a servant heart and she put that gift to use until she went to her real home at the age of one hundred.
This specific recipe I picked out to share first is a very simple one. I remember eating this yummy casserole during my teenage years at the cabin when my cousins would come up with our Aunt Bessie and Uncle Alvin and stay at the Tree House cabin. Oh those wonderful days when we’d spend all day the the private pier, six Boyd sisters and four Bland cousins. It was a beach party everyday.
We’d cross the highway with soggy towels across our shoulders, hauling the picnic basket we’d long since emptied, walk up Jeffrey Lane, and trek up the mountain a ways until our swimsuits had dried. When we’d reach the cabin, Nana always had the picnic table out on the deck set with a feast.
Looking back, I hope we were polite enough to savor the foods she’d prepared. This pineapple concoction seemed almost exotic to me back in the 1970’s. Nana created it after one of her and Papa’s trips to Hawaii. She doubled the recipe. I used to think it was for my cousin Chuckie’s benefit, the only boy in the brood. Poor Chuck, I wonder how his version of this childhood recollection might differ? Maybe he didn’t mind being encircled by so many girls.
A bowl of fresh fruit was always in the center of the table, a huge salad of farmer’s market garden greens, and either raw or crunchy slightly stove-top cooked vegetables completed Nana’s dinner menu. That was until dessert. ( If you are interested in the J-ello lemon light cheesecake or Aunt Beulah’s Chocolate cake recipes, just let me know. I still make them to this day. There is a hint of bacon grease in the cake batter. I think dear Beulah was ahead of her time.)
The grown-ups always sat with us at the extended table where we had a postcard view of the lake. Chatter and laughter filtered through the surrounding Ponderosa pine trees until dusk fell and the kiddos all had dish washing duty. Ah yes, the adults from that era knew the importance of teaching personal responsibility. Little did they know that washing and drying dishes by hand was fun. Or did they? Hmmm…
I’ve tried a few variations with this recipe over the years when I was serving my own four children and the friends they brought to our home or up to the cabin.

* substitute smoked sausages for hot dogs.
* crushed pineapple instead of chunks.
* a light sprinkling of coconut mixed in.
* can be doubled or tripled, depending on the number of family and friends you are serving.

I encourage you to give this old dish a try this summer. It’s also great to take for a pot luck, backyard BBQ, or even to the beach in a covered casserole. Maybe you have a variation or two you’d like to add, and share.

The tradition of families sitting together at a table to share a meal and engage in conversation is fading from our society. Even grace offered before meals is a disappearing act of faith. The intimacy of these family traditions is precious and worthy of continuing within and without our family gatherings.

The servant-hearted women of God that raised me and handed down these mini-historical documents in their recipes are a reminder of my Father’s love, provision, and blessings that are new everyday.
Let us rejoice and give thanks!


© Kathy Boyd Fellure

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