That's History: A Certain Burger Family + The House That is No More

Yep, I recall those days.

The days of the Burger Family.

 

May 2012

Cold frosty glass mugs filled with yummy root beer...

Hot burgers of varying sizes with familiar names...

Yep, I remember.

Do you?

 

Found this bit of history on a drive through Hillsboro some years ago

(as opposed to a drive-thru...) LOL

Kind of makes me hungry for a baby burger, a float and maybe, just maybe, some French fries.

Good thing the Farmer Boy is asleep and I hate driving at night.

Oh well...

 

Another memory from the past some  might be familiar with is this building found on Highway 47...

 

2013

 for years it has stood (well more or less stood) near Forest Grove.

We always looked for it and I think my parents had an ongoing joke that it

would be their retirement home someday.

It probably was quite nice in its time

(I have a thing for old houses).

 

2014

A fairly well known landmark,

over time wind, storms, rain, age and more took its toll. 

You could see its days were numbered...

 

Then, very early this year,

when traveling through the area,

 I noticed something was very, very wrong!

 

2015

Oh, oh.

 

Sadly I didn't get a photo then...

but next trip through I snapped several.

 

I shall miss her.

The area just doesn't seem the same.

 

BTW, because I always, always just HAVE to know

(always)

this was the Heesacker house and

you can find a couple of interesting articles on its history on Oregon Live.

The first is from July 2013 and the second is from autumn of 2014 shortly after she collapsed.

 

 Well that's all on history for the blog tonight.

Now it's time to work on my family history.

 

Blessings,

Aimee

 

Of Ducks, Geese, an Old Church + Spring Daffodils

Yesterday my path led a friend and I into Polk and Yamhill counties,

part of Oregon's so-called 'wine country'.

But we were not in search of wine...

we were in search of pretty rural views like this...country!

And we were in search of these guys and/or gals...

By the way, I've been thinking.

If I were a Canadian Goose,

would I be the one in front...

leading the way,

taking the full force of the wind

or one of the geese in the middle...

protected somewhat from the perils of the journey,

a follower.

Or would I be the one in the back...

trying to catch up with the others,

maybe one who was weaker...

or perhaps a loner,

or maybe just someone who has their own way of doing things.

Hum...I think I've been a little bit of all three at some point in my life.

What about you?

What kind of goose would you be?

I prayed I would see a goose close up...

as this has been a somewhat disappointing winter for viewing Canadian geese.

This was really, really close up.

I wonder if he/she was injured?

We did our best not to scare them...

staying in the car and pulling slowly away when we left.

On one side of the road in the flooded marsh area there were ducks;

the other side had the Canadian geese.

Here is a closer view of some of the ducks.

I know one is a Mallard,

does anyone know what kind the brown one is?

Both had beautiful markings,

but I LOVED the brown one!

Our journey also brought us past many farms,

vineyards,

some little towns,

up and down rolling hills,

and to this historical church built a long, long time ago.

It is set on a bit of a hillside and as is often the case,

has a small cemetery by it.

Did I say we passed a lot of camellias in bloom?

Oh, and a lot of flowering trees...

The church's bell tower.

LOOK at that beautiful blue sky:)

And, our journey brought us here...

to the little town of Amity,

where they will hold a special festival this very weekend

in honor of a very special flower...

Daffodils...

amazing, beautiful, sunshiny daffodils.

Definitely one of the things I love about springtime.

Have you had any recent journeys?

 

Blessings,

Aimee

 

Notes:

Amity Daffofil Festival

(including a volkswalk in the beautiful countryside, art and daffodil shows, food)

https://sites.google.com/a/amity.k12.or.us/amity-daffodil-festival/

http://www.ava.org/gen3/data/event_details.asp?eventid=95584

I've never been but it sounds interesting.

Another place I've never been, but want to go someday is the Monastery there...

I do know they have heavenly fudge because I bought some at Oktoberfest one year.

Mmmm, chocolate...

 

Wildlife photos near and at Baskett Slough NWR, Polk county.

If you visit here, you might also consider seeing the arboretum in nearby Dallas.

LOVE that place!

Dallas also has many historical homes if you enjoy Victorian houses;

I LOVE old houses too~

And as long as you're there, you could take the King's Valley Highway,

one of my favorite roads, and see

the Ritner Covered Bridge, near the little town of Pedee,

  Falls City (with a beautiful waterfall and more)--located off the main road

(above link has a photo, part way down the post, of the river above the falls.

I can't find my main falls post right now nor my photos of the arboretum in Dallas for that matter.)

 Harris Covered Bridge near Wren.

 

Historical church in rural Polk county

(my photo collection keeps growing--yippee!)

 

Daffodil field in rural Yamhill county.

The Month of Love: Day I

"Love comforted like sunshine after rain."

William Shakespeare, Venus and Adonis

 

The first day of February saw me admiring a golden sun and blue sky.

Unfortunately, I had slept little at my dad's and had fallen asleep with my contacts on 

(my eyes were screaming at me of the 'wisdom' of that decision).

So after a morn snack,

a 'chat' with my dear daughter

(whose eye was screaming at her too),

and a little TV

(please pray for the little boy being held against his will in Alabama and for his family too).

it was off to bed for a few hours.

 

Yes, it was a little difficult because of the sun

but my eyes were SCREAMING and I couldn't ignore it anymore.

And then I got up, put on my contacts and went in search of love...

 

Well I went off to find things that remind me of love...

specifically my wedding day:)

First goal-

my going away dress....

it was a struggle to get it out of the dark recesses of the closet where it

 and my wedding gown have been residing for years.

But I was determined because it was

1. a sunny day

2. it is the first day of the month of love

(besides it was good exercise).

My going away dress was a Gunne Sax,

very popular at that time

and apparently experiencing a 'revival' in popularity.

 

I still love the lace detail,

the feminine style,

the color--a very light natural (between an ivory and white),

the neckline and all the other detail.

It also gave me some more incentive to keep on the path I have been following since January 20

(although I don't plan on losing quite that much---

I was a size 5 when I married and way too skinny!

Funny how I could eat everything then and not put on a pound. ).

Here's the label...

And here's a close up of some of the lace...

 

Yep, I LOVE lace...

which reminds me I found some pillow shams in another dark recess of my room.

They have some nice lacy detail on them,

which is what I've been wanting for the bed.

Now I can cross off those items on my 'wanted' list:)

After my search for the day was over I went outside to tour our yard,

count (LOL) the gopher/mole holes in the Japanese-style garden and check for any blooming items...

and found this

 

and our irises were even bigger!

It almost feels like spring

and I LOVE that:)

 

What are you up to these days?

Are you craving spring also

(or autumn if you are in the southern hemisphere)?

And now,

speaking of cravings,

I need to go devour my new secret weapon that keeps me from devouring my DH's chocolate:)

 

Blessings,

Aimee

 

Notes:

For help with identifying whether your dress is real or not

(I guess some people are now selling counterfeit Gunne Sax dresses)

see this terrific post

http://www.bignabazaar.com/2013/01/identifying-gunne-sax-dresses.html

LOVE vintage...wish the mice hadn't gotten into some of my other old clothes.

 

Back in Time: Vintage Finds + WORD on Wednesday

We are still going through all the things from mom and dad's house. A very frustrating task to be sure, but sometimes made pleasant by little treasures we find from our past (and their past). This past Sunday I stayed with my dad, at my sib's house while they were out of town. I went through 2 large bags of clothes--some of which I kept--and then I found this medium box my sibling had set aside...inside were momentos from junior high and high school years, but there were also these treasures:)

I love the trim on this one, the hemline and -- of course -- the main color used! 

Can you see a little girl baking cookies with her apron clad mom in the early 60's?

And how about this cute, probably homemade, potholder?

In our childhood we spent quite a few days at Kah-Nee-Tah in Oregon's high desert

(Warm Springs Reservation) among teepees, Indian fry bread, dancing, horses and warm, beautiful blue swimming pools.  Good days!

When I was older, I attended a Pow Wow on the coast--the dancing, the Native American traditional costumes, the salmon baked in the old way were all wonderful! But another thing that stood out to me was the Native American's deep respect for their elders--that was deeply meaningful to me.

I think in our youth oriented culture we have lost that.

Not that our youth aren't important--no! That is our legacy;

they are our the only treasures we leave when we pass on.

But our senior citizens have so much to offer us--in cultural values,

rich memories of days gone by,

and much, much more.

What we stand to lose if we ignore this rich heritage we have.

Another little apron with pretty flowers.  

An old handkerchief.

Yes in the days before facial tissue, we used cloth handkerchiefs:) 

This reminds me of the story of the Three Little Pigs;

anyone else remember that?

"Little pig, little pig let me come in"

BAD wolf! LOL

Another, more vibrant, apron.

Very nice colors on this one.

An old pair of scizzors...hum, I am wondering if these might have been our grandma's...

do you know how old hey might be?  

And last, but not least, were these gloves.

They are embroidered at the wrists and also in the area that fits over the back of the hand.

Pretty colors; not sure when these were made...

Also found--

but not in the box

NOPE

were photos of my mom

in grade school.

These were adorable

and I excitedly told my sibling about them when they returned from their time out of town:)

THESE

were the truly priceless treasures:)

What treasures from your past have you found?

What is your favorite era?

What do you want to leave your children?

Your grandchildren?

WORD on Wednesday:

There is that maketh himself rich, yet hath nothing:

there is that maketh himself poor, yet hath great riches...

a good man leaveth an inheritance to his children's children...

Proverbs 13: 7, 22a KJV