Summer of ’01, Week #1

by Peggy on September 28, 2014

In the summer of 2001, while I was writing about The Bus and lots of other things at the student newspaper, Sam was in summer school writing about whatever prompt was on the board that day. He was 13. That’s often thought of as an awkward age, but for Sam it meant a new, level playing field with lots of kids.

I’ve kept many of his writing journals from summer school. (They called it Summer Club when he was in elementary school.) You can look back at other entries if you’ve missed them (Smart as a Fifth Grader, Confessions of a Second Grader and Writing Prompts — search on the category “language”).  Some, especially from his younger days, are a real hoot.

As summer school began, he wrote on only the right side of the journal. When he ran out of pages, he went back to the beginning and wrote on the left side pages, so from page to page, the journal has this odd progression of dates that collapse in on each other. However, we’ll roll them out by week here and you can infer what the writing prompt may have been. (And P.S. we have never had bedbugs, so that sounds like a truly terrifying nightmare to me.)

June 12, 2001

If I were a T.V. character, I’d choose to be Pikachu. I like to watch Pokemon because it appears to be my favorite. Pikachu is a mouse Pokemon with electric power. The evolved form is Raichu. Pikachu and Raichu are both Electric Pokemon.

June 13, 2001

As the sound got closer, I peeked out from under my blanket to see what it was. It was bedbugs. Bedbugs are terrible, horrible, no good, very bad bugs. These (good for nothing) bugs will bite you when you are asleep, so be extremely careful. What I did was that I got out of bed at midnight.

June 14, 2001

What happens when the health inspector opens the refrigerator? He discovers the secret. The health inspector finds an antibiotic and takes it with him to his place. He was surprised to see it. He needed it so he can make people get well. The antibiotic will help people’s bodies fight the germs.

June 15, 2001

One of the ways the chicken tried to escape is by the scarecrow. They built the scarecrow and they started creeping away with it, but the dogs stood nearby studying the scarecrow. Suddenly, the chickens accidentally took a part of the scarecrow off and then the dogs started after them, ready to knock the chickens down. They knocked the chickens down and the head off the scarecrow.

 

 

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Old-school cakes: Coconut pound cake

by Peggy on September 26, 2014

I didn’t want to post this recipe until I had a chance to talk to Aunt Regina again about it. A few of these old recipes from her collection have called for ingredients in ways that you don’t often see anymore. This one called for a “can of coconut.” I searched on the web for some understanding, since you can still get coconut in a can. But I wanted a better understanding from her. We went out for a visit today and enjoyed barbecue from Bodacious. I got her Mailbug to 10-digit default dialing and Michael changed out eight lightbulbs. Then we sat in the parlor and I played sing-along songs on the old upright piano and Michael got her talking about her shadow box of trinkets from three trips to Israel.

She told me that canned coconut was moist, and that was important to this recipe. And, it was about the size of a Coke can. So, about 1 cup of fresh grated coconut should do. (I’d substitute butter for the shortening and skip the butter flavoring.)

By the way, she has another coconut cake recipe that takes a cue from a tres leches cake and couldn’t be simpler. Bake a yellow cake. When it’s still hot, poke holes all over. Pour over a can of coconut cream and a can of sweetened condensed milk and then top it with coconut flakes.

 

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Overheard in the Wolfe House #280

September 21, 2014

Peggy: I’m surprised you still have taffy left, you like salt water taffy so much. Sam: I eat half the box fast. I like to slow down for the second half.

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Overheard in the Wolfe House #279

September 18, 2014

Peggy: How was your day today? Sam: Eye appointment was good. Peggy: Wonderful. So how was horseback riding today? Sam (pauses): The eye appointment was better.

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The Heart Wants What It Wants

August 30, 2014

The house is a little quieter. Dixie died early Thursday morning. I knew when I got home from work Wednesday evening she was in trouble. Lethargic. Eyes in a faraway place. When I picked her up to take her to the animal emergency room, clumps of hair fell on the floor. I appreciate that Denton has […]

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Old-school cakes: 5 Flavor Cake

August 26, 2014

I had the pleasure of sharing some of Aunt Regina’s recipes with Ashley West when I spent the afternoon with her recently. She cans preserves and pickles and sells them at the Denton Community Market on the Farmhouse 43 label. We featured her in a recent story to advance the fair. Ashley ended up winning six ribbons for her creations, including […]

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Overheard in the Wolfe House #278

August 8, 2014

Sam (to the plumber): Well, Steve, you’ve been with us all day. Steve: It happens sometimes.

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Growing while shrinking

August 4, 2014

I’m glad we decided to etch the kids’ heights in the side of an old bookshelf from Pier I instead of on the pantry wall or some other doorway in the house. When we built our little house on the Texas prairie nearly 20 years ago, this was supposed to be the last home we’d […]

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Saying farewell to that summer abroad …

August 2, 2014

… and shameless parental bragging. She may have more video to share, but if you want to see it, go over to Wandering Seoul on YouTube and subscribe.   Paige graduates from the school of world experiences. Here’s part two of her video blog from Busan.

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Overheard in the Wolfe House #277

August 2, 2014

Sam: Everybody in this house needs a shower except me. Michael: Well, good for you, Sam. Do you want a biscuit? Sam: No, thanks. I already had breakfast.

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