Thursday, June 12, 2014

The Garden

The vegetable garden is IN!!

I was going to say the the garden is done, but when you have a garden, vegetable, flower or ornamental, it's never done.  It's just the beginning.

But we finally had the cracking open of the thick layer of ice which covered everything this past winter, the opportunity to till the garden and infuse it with compost, chicken manure and leaves, and sequential  planting of different crops that will sustain us over the next couple of seasons.

I'm trying to see if I can grow, harvest, preserve enough vegetables for our family for the year.  I came fairly close to being self sustaining last year.

This year we have eaten asparagus almost every night for a month now.

The peas, although not sown early enough, have oozed out of the ground....up,up up they push with their green scrubby heads and their tangle of skinny arms reaching upward trying to grasp the netting they will attach themselves to and send out the sweetest green vegetable we eat.

We have long summer days here in the North Country.  Actually great for growing crops if we just can get them in the ground reasonably early in the spring.  The long light hours of our summers result in spectacular flower gardens too,  filled with lilacs, iris, hostas, peonies, columbine, evening primrose, lupine, apple and crabapple trees.

So now I wait, and nurture the beans, potatoes, beets, summer squash, winter squash, carrots, broccoli, cauliflower, kale, spinach, cabbage, tomatoes, eggplant and peppers, cucumbers and herbs to season everything.

I think having a vegetable garden creates an excitement about food.  Suddenly the whole year is being planned out; what we need for each season, how much, and how to store and preserve it, and the search for new recipes and possibilities for each season.  We look forward to eating something "in season", summer dinner is vegetarian many times,  but oh so yummy, fresh veggies picked just before eating.  Pickles all year long with our sandwiches, red, white, purple potatoes to give us energy and comfort in the fall and winter, squash made into soups or casseroles, carrots for the stew, and those dark purple beets that are so sweet and melt in your mouth with butter and salt!

It's a lot of work, but the rewards are terrific.  In the garden, we will always be the nurturer.  Gardens like children don't grow themselves.  Our maternal instincts are exercised each day as we care for our crops.

Hans Christian Anderson said..."just living is not must have sunshine, freedom and a little flower."  I'm adding "a few vegetables are helpful too!"

Tuesday, April 1, 2014

April 1, 1945

This would be their 69th wedding anniversary today.  April 1st!!  I don't know why they chose that date, I'll have to ask my Aunt June sometime.  It probably had to do this the war and leave that my dad could get.  I know that they were married in the Luthern Church, and had the reception in my grandparents home.  They killed the chickens they had, put together all the sugar ration coupons that they could find to make a cake, Uncle Bill surprised them by getting leave and attending, and my Aunt Doris was in a car accident on the way to the wedding.  Other than that I guess it was a normal wedding for those days.

We celebrated BIG for their 50th wedding anniversary.  Sent out "wedding" style invitations, secured the Country Club, and had FUN!!
I think about 80 people came for all over.  It was a mini reunion for our Hillside Church friends, all the relatives came and many new friends that they had made after their move to Hilton Head, South Carolina.

And we planned!!  And had a program!  All the grandkids "performed" and Rob and I had a great time getting the show on the road.
For our opening all of the Williamson children and grandchildren sang "Ruthie, Ruthie", a song that Rob and I made up and put to the tune of "A Bicycle Built for Two"
Then, because we were new to the RAP scene, we spent hours developing a rap which the Nordberg and Fox kids delivered, the boys dressed up in my dad's officer uniforms and the girls wore army caps.  Here is a partial offering:

"We are the clan and we're here with the truth
About the early days of Ev and Ruth

Now Captain Ev was really neat
He wave to Ruth from the pilots seat
I'm off to England but I'll be back soon
I'll marry you neath the April moon

The weeding was set for April 1
But planning mistakes were some of the worst
Warnamakers sent the wrong wedding dress
So back to the store went the maid in distress

The flowers were few and there was no food
Doris and Astrid were in a mood
So into the kitchen shot Mae in a a flash
Chicken and pastries she prepared for the bash

Awaiting the bride, the guests sat still
When into the church burst brother Bill
He was back from the war, a surprise for the bride
So tears of joy his sister cried

And 5 more verses after that!  The grandkids were spectacular!

Then because Rob and I were doing a lot of barbershop at our church for dessert nights, we decided to have a barbershop made up of my uncle, cousin, brother-in-law, Ethan, old friend and the husband of another cousin

This time the tune was "In the Good Old Summer Time"  And we made up lyrics that described their first home in Hobb, New Mexico, where my dad was stationed instructing pilots!  Not much there in Hobbs, New Mexico but they were in a coffee maker!  Don't ask me how she did it.

My sister Joan, composed a poem which Joey, Bobby and Laura recited.
"We have a poem to tell you...of people we love a lot.

They were married 50 years ago...that is where we'll start.
They are our Grandparents...and we know they love us too.
You ask us how we know they love us...well, sit back and we'll tell you.
They love to see us laughing; and dancing in the rain;
and even when we lose our shoes..they love us just the same.
They love to hear us singing...
They love to see us smile...
They love the way we take each day in our own unhurried style.
They're happy when we're happy; and sorry when we're sad,
and even though it may now show...They love us when we're mad.
They love us when we act so brave; when we fall and hurt our knee.
They love to watch us sleeping,
tucked away in our dreams.
They love to hear us whisper...
all our great plans and our schemes.
They love to see us deep in thought; They love to watch us play.
And though we're sure we'll never know....they love us more each day.

So, we think we're pretty lucky to be part of this special day.

We are glad, Grandma and Grandpa....
everything worked out this way.

Ethan and Kristen performed a "Praise Melody" on the violin and flute.

The 26 friends from Hillside Church sang a Blessing song.

Liz, Joan and I each gave a tribute.

And Ethan sang the finale...."Can You Feel the Love", from Lion King.

My folks were part of the Greatest Generation.  And they certainly contributed to that honor.  They loved each other through some tremendous difficulties, dying within a month of each other.

I'm so glad we honored them 19 years ago.  It does seem like yesterday when Rob and I were sitting around the dinner table developing lyrics and and encouraging everyone to participate and loving them on their very special day!

Thursday, February 6, 2014

Winter Words

I like words. 

I like the way they fit together; the visual picture they create, the sounds they make, the sensations they elicit.

The other night Rob read me the short story, The Secret Life of Walter Mitty.  He had found an old 1940's anthology of short stories that belonged to my mom in one of our many bookcases and despite my protestations about reading that particular story, he continued.  I thought the movies that have made from the short story have been incredibly stupid. But it was so engaging and enjoyable, so much better than any of the movies.   I encourage everyone to read those three very short pages. 

A Mind of Winter is a small book of selected poems for a snowy season.  Seems appropriate this year.

I love the introduction by Donald Hall:

"Winter is always again.  From the fire of October, so garish it would be vulgar if it were design, the year extends through diminishing sun into the grays and browns of an analytic cubist landscape.  One day the matted leaves take on a white, gradual thickening.  Snow decorates the tops of boulders and the flat extent of hay fields.  It reverses the twilight shades of November into multiple curves of white, against which deciduous trunks raise their bare verticals, and continuous coniferous green takes on more green."

"The best part of winter is snow falling.  Sky grays over, formidable in its warnings, and clouds blacken, until the first flutter falls.  Flakes gather density until the frigid air is a white fabric of descent.  Descent is the music of snow, proceeding to its coda, flat over garden and road and hay field."

"The best part of winter is imagining spring.  Walking in the whiteness that feathers to our boot tops, we dream awake that the days of April already warm us.  We look through the surface of the humped white garden to watch daffodils rise, and peonies patalled the color of snow."

"Winter is our bear -sleep of commodious shelter.  Winter is the year's pause."

"At winter's stuttering end, in March, midnight freezes and noon is tropical, maple trees grow tin pails, and from sugar houses smoke rises day and night.  Winter springs into sweetness."

Only in the north can one, not only imagine, but see that maple trees really do grow tin pails!  So much fun!

Wednesday, January 29, 2014


We went to the movies over Christmas vacation

The four of us.

"The Wolf of Wall Street"

We left the theater after 10 minutes.

What has happened to our culture??

Explicit sex, objectification of women, gratuitous greed, lying, cheating, promotion of divorce, corruption of one time honorable men, filthy language, promotion of drugs and alcohol

I once heard it said that the "bad news" has to come before the "good news".

People don't want to hear or know that they are sinners, but there is hope.

We are sliding precipitously.

Sunday, January 19, 2014

What Is A Christmas Tree


We put the tree up together.


Usually, Rob, sometimes with the help of the "boys" erect the tree in the stand and then leave me the honor of decorating the tree.

But this year we did the whole project together, buying the tree on the coldest day of the year to date, -24 degrees, setting up the tree, lighting the tree and decorating the Christmas tree.

There have been years that our sole object was to get the largest possible tree that would fit in the house.  Yes, we've had to wire it to the ceiling and bannister, build an extra big and sturdy tree stand, purchase extra boxes of lights and squeeze into the narrow opening to get into the kitchen.

This year it was more manageable.  Not too big, not too small.  Just right.

As we dug through and unwrapped all the ornaments that adorn the tree, so many memories flooded into that livingroom.

There were ornaments from my Grandmother whose tree was always a tabletop tree filled with pinecone skiing snowmen and bright lights.  There were beautiful glass ornaments, in there original boxes, minus the stiff plastic from the tops, made in Germany, from my parents.  When my children were small, we only had non breakable ornaments, many made by my sister and myself.

We have ornaments from the places we have visited, NYC, Austria, Italy, Dubai, Washington, Grove Park Inn, Chimney Rock, Jamacia, San Fransico, Norway, Kentucky.

And so many ornaments bring back Christmas's pack with fun, anticipation, church, family and food.

And now I have put the memories away until next year.

The festive lights are gone and all the remembering of events in my lovely past.  And onto this next year!!  What does the Lord have in store for us these next 365 days?

I expect He will fill our lives with His love and wonder, living our lives in this sleepy little village.  I expect to see so much of His beauty enveloping me each day, in the lives of my friends and neighbors, my little flock of animials and my plots of gardens.  I expect He will teach me new things and challenge me in negative behaviors.  And I hope to become more like Him in vision and holiness.

Saturday, November 23, 2013


We went to a wedding today.

It was beautiful, as all weddings are.

The bride and groom desperately in love.  Families gathered from around the country.  Friends congregating, sharing and serving.

Dresses, hairdos, suits, flowers, food, music, dancing, singing, loving, laughter

A sister of our pastor, whom we see mostly at weddings and at some holidays was there with her husband and two beautiful girls.

And my heart was moved. 

Of course she knew about the helicopter crash six years ago but her first question is Elizabeth?  How are you?  I heard Rob had surgery on his shoulder.  How is he doing?  We really enjoyed having Jon and Jill for dinner.  How is it that our little life's events are the subject of conversation in another family circle living 300 miles away?  Somehow we, the Nordbergs, are involved with the Sinclairs and their extended family and I was humbled to think that my life, my concerns, my heartaches , my joys are important to someone I see maybe once a year.  We are connected.

She doesn't know how much her questions and her knowledge about our family meant to me.  God sends just the right people, at just the right time.  Sometimes we are waiting, hoping for that future grace and glory that is to come.  For the joy set before us. 

But sometimes it comes in the here and now

Monday, November 11, 2013

Veterans Day 2013

My dad was a B17 Bomber pilot in World War II.

 He flew in the Mighty Flying Fortress.

He flew 35 missions over Germany and 1 over Norway, looking for the German submarines hidden in the deep waters of the Norwegian Fjords.   The limit for the number of missions flown for pilots was supposed to be25, but the US had lost so many planes over Europe that many pilots had to fly extra missions.

My dad, John, was an excellent pilot.  He was focused on the task at hand, gave responsibility to his copilot so he could concentrate on his job and getting his squadron back to base.  He hardly ever spoke about his war experience but every once in a while he would share.  Often times he said when they got back to the base in England and they looked at the planes they would wonder how they made it back.

He was a tremendous leader, with devotion to his country and the men who were under him.  He maintained contact with his unit and his only one desire that I ever heard was that he could go up in a B17 again.  I know it's silly but I do hope he gets to do that someday in heaven.

His leadership translated well back into his civilian life.  He got married, went to college while working as a teller in a bank and doing gigs with his band on the weekends.  He worked himself up to bank president and board member during his last 15 working years.

I honor him and my uncles and Christian today for the service they gave to our country.  My dad was 22 when he assumed command of his unit.  It seems almost unbelievable that maturity and responsibility was conferred at such an early age.  But the men then rose to the challenge and the best was brought out of them.  He lived the rest of his life with honor and integrity as his compass.

His grandchildren have a lot to be proud of!!