Sunday, October 25, 2009

pUmpKiN-PiC-iN pArTy 2009

We had a great party this year with a little co-operation with the weather and a little mud , lots of food, overly-stuffed belly's and lots of fun.
Our first party we celebrated in 2003 the house was still under construction then.
How things have changed, that is Payton between Mom and Dad. Dad is gone now but Mom has followed in his foot steps to keep the tradition going . Thanks Mom and I will be over soon to clean up the mud!! Love to all my family I hope you all know what this has meant to me.

Friday, October 23, 2009

some Old* some New* mostly rearranged


autumn orange
fades into

A quiet

As blanket
of white
covers my

I silently

Monday, October 19, 2009

Bobbins Nest, Cute ,Cute, Cute Quilts

I just found out the gal that quilted my last two quilts has an Etsy shop. She has some great ideas hope you can check her out.

Saturday, October 17, 2009

Tom's Cowboy Boots

My cousin Leeanne called me up Saturday morning the day before Uncle Tom's viewing and told me she had a pair of his boots and if I would like to do something with them. Of course ! It would be an honor and a thrill to do an arrangement for her. I asked for some out door pictures of him. Sent them off to the printer and this is what I came up with.

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Thomas D. Fry 1929-2009

Thomas D. Fry 1929-2009 (click on his name)

Bag Pipes & Taps & Amazing Grace what more could a guy ask for. Forgive my shaking hands, my sniffles (I am not a professional at this).

Bag Pipes & Taps & Amazing Grace.....

Sunday, October 11, 2009

Sweet Memories

Sweet Memories

Where will I get
my sugar fix
now that
Uncle Tommy's gone?
Plenty of
and laughs
to last me
the whole day long.

Oh, how I will miss
those visits
that we shared.
Warm Snicker bars
that would
in my hand.
Cowboy mix
black licorice

A candy jar of
of never-ending
memories .

Most the times when Mom and I would go visit Tom it was spur of the moment. We would be out running errands and would swing by. It would never fail that no sooner we would enter we would be offered something to eat or drink. One thing that was always on hand were Honey Buns , doughnuts or cookies. Since I had given up eating anything that was made from flour about two years ago about the only thing I would go for is the candy jar, sadly to say .
I could make a meal out of Toms confectionery delights. It became a joke that I was in need of a sugar fix and he was my supplier. Yes I am a sugar-holic. I have even passed it on to Haddie Kacy sent this to me the other day I could not help but giggle.

"Haddie, what do you want for breakfast? Waffles or cereal?

No mommy, these. (rice crispy treats)

Hadley those are sugar treats, not for breakfast.

But I wike sugar! When my gwanma comes ober, I will eat wots and wots of sugar!

And with the passing of Tom about the only three good things I can think about is that he has been reunited with everyone that has gone on before him and he is free from his pain and maybe just maybe my waistline might shrink .

Friday, October 9, 2009

In My Minds Eye

This is one of the trips that Uncle Tom & Margie took me on with Leeanne. I remember feeling very lucky that I got to go. Margie tells a story about a restaurant that we were at and what ever it was that I had ordered must of been extra hot & spicy she said she felt so bad for me when I had tears rolling down my cheeks from the burn who knows maybe I was a little homesick to. But the thing I recall is the day I got to pick out a souvenir for my Dad along with Tom's help I was so excited when we found a fishing knife that was encased in some kind of wood so if you dropped it in the water it would float, I was very impressed with it I can still see it in my minds eye the Golden Gate Bridge painted on the case. And how I could not wait to give it to my own Dad, Uncle Tom was like a second Dad to me he was full of fun and giggles. And even more I loved it when I could make him laugh.

Thursday, October 8, 2009

Uncle Tom and Aunt Margie *Together Again*

This is an old post from June of 2008, we found out yesterday that my Uncle Tom has moved on. Once again I need to tell Leeanne and Garth how amazing caretakers they have been for all of their parents. It is funny to think with my memory they way it is, his is about the only phone number I have never forgot.
You will be missed.

Picture taken at Morgan city cemetery

Tom is one of my Mother's three brothers . He is closest to her in age, and I get the impression that if Tom was in trouble Mom was most likely with him. I have lots of memories with Tom, Margie and their daughter Leanne. They took me on many of their vacations which included my whining ,crying and my mean streak that they would put up with. Lots of sleep overs , laughing and playing Yahtzee. I remember Tom taking us on a car ride on some back road that included lots of crazy turns and stomach flipping dips, and at the end of the "Ride" he wanted Leanne and I to pay him for all the fun we had .
My sister and I were going around to family members getting memories for a scrapbook we were making about our Grandmother Ina Fry. We were at Toms getting his contribution to the book and there were times he was laughing so hard that his tears (and ours) were uncontrollable, I had to get a mop just to clean them up, the stories he could tell!
Mom and Tom were given the title "The Fighting Fry's " after an incident at the old Terrace ballroom in Salt Lake City in May of 1974! That day will go down in history as of one of Aunt DiAna's most memorable nights at work.
At this time Tom and Margie are facing health issues please keep them in your thoughts and prayers, and also for Leanne and her husband Garth for taking such good care of them both.
Thanks for the memories,,,Whitey

Monday, October 5, 2009

A Face without Freckles is like the Sky with no Stars

eyes of blue
some freckles to
a mischievous grin
that never ends
quizzical nature
questioning why
perpetual motion
causes commotion
contagious giggle
loves to be tickled

Happy Birthday Alexander Jayden!

Watch #52 in the back field AJ goes out for the pass but gets tackled.

Friday, October 2, 2009


Like branches on a tree we grow in different directions yet our roots remain as one. Each of our lives will always be a special part of the other. ~Author Unknown~