Monthly Archives: April 2010

I just had a major disappointment . . .

I was sure that I could drive my mini van up the road, just to pick up our usual Saturday lunch specials for Audrey and Linda from the Country Store on the corner.  Certain Man had been at our church clean-up melee all morning, and was exhausted, plus he had sprained his ankle in the trench they were digging and could hardly walk.

“I’ll be okay,” I insisted to his drowsy eyes, where he had crashed on the La-Z-boy for a brief nap before working on the sermon he’s been mulling over all week.  “I’m sure that I can do it.  I made baked oatmeal this morning — also, changed the sheets on two beds.  I should be just fine.”

“I don’t think you should,” he mumbled, “but I’m too sleepy to argue with you. . .” and he was pretty much asleep again.

I collected all my things — cell phone if I needed him, my purse, the money, and headed out to my trusty servant, the mini-van.  I got in gingerly, and adjusted the seat, started the motor, tested the brake. 

“Ouch!  That really hurt!”  I eased the car into reverse, testing the foot on the brake and finding that every single little pressure on it was excruciating.  Now why would that be when I can walk on it, even go up and down steps with step over step without hardly any additional pain?  It didn’t make sense to me, so I sat just outside the garage and readjusted how I put my foot on the brake, put the car in park, and pushed the gas pedal.  That worked just fine.  Back to the brake.  “OUCH!!!”

I sat there and weighed the options.  “Could I possibly make this?  What if I was in an emergency?  What if I managed to get there and back again, would I be able to do anything the rest of the day?”  Humbled, I knew that to go ahead and go was an exercise in foolishness, but I wanted to go so badly.

I sat there for a while, thinking.  And then turned off the ignition and slowly gathered my things and went back into the house.  Certain Man came awake the instant he heard the door open.  “What???” He was alarmed at my tears, and was instantly off his chair.  “Hon, what’s wrong???”  I just shook my head. “You can’t do it, can you?”

“No,” I sobbed.  “I just can’t do it.  Could you please go and get the order for me?  I’m sorry.  I really thought I could do it.” 

“It’s okay, Hon.  I’ll go and get it.”  He got his slippers and wallet and went with his usual cheerful helpfulness.  And I stirred around in the kitchen and cried and cried and cried.  I was already weepy after reading the post that my friend, Albert Mast’s daughter, Joy had written about her daddy (see but I have had a tough week with this old knee and I didn’t feel like being brave anymore.  So I cried until I thought that it was almost time for Certain Man to be back home, and then I got myself together, made some sweet tea and got things around for when he got here with their food, and decided to try to be cheerful.

The truth is, I am a month post op tomorrow.  Rehab is going well, and they didn’t expect me to be able to drive yet.  I just wanted to prove them wrong.  And I am really, really tired of being dependent on everyone for almost everything.  I am learning just how proudful and independent a woman I am, I guess.  Not a pretty picture.

And I can try again next week to drive that old mini-van.  One of these weeks, Lord willing, I’ll be able to do it. 

Until then, I guess for the most part, you’ll find me on my chair . . . 



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I told you that there would be some beautiful tulips this week!

One of Middle Daughter’s friends told her this week that her “ex” asked her what her favorite flower was.  She told him, “Anything but tulips.  I hate tulips!”  So he proceeded to plant hundreds of tulip bulbs in her back yard.  They come up every year, and it drives her crazy.  What would you do with a man like that???  But then,  how could anyone not like tulips???  To each his own, I guess!  I love tulips and if I was mad at Certain Man and he planted hundreds of tulip bulbs in my back yard, it would certainly be grounds for making up!

This old barrel has been a source of great enjoyment for me.  It has such endless possibilities and the rustic condition of the barrel only sets off whatever I plant in it.  It has been a few years since I had tulips in it, but sometime between the snow and the Knee Replacement, I went out and threw some of my bulbs into this old whiskey half barrel and, once again, I am not disappointed.

These tulips were planted in that whiskey half barrel a few years ago.  I transplanted to the north east side of our barbecue pit, and they have multiplied and flourished.  I think it is the sun off the bricks that make it such a great place to grow them, and they seem to be doing their utmost to please me.

Just in case you haven’t heard it from any of the other Delaware Xanga Girls, we are having a heat wave.  2010 is the year for setting records — first for the amount of snowfall, and now for Heat.  It is in the eighties today.  I refuse to turn on AC this early in the year!  Certain Man might overrule, though.  He’s been working so hard because we are getting chickens tomorrow.  He took today off because I needed someone to drive me to Physical Therapy.  And it was right at an inconvenient time.  I wish I could drive myself, but it isn’t feasible right now.  I am still not able to move my leg laterally very well, and since it is my driving leg, I have to listen to the powers that be.  I think I kinda overdid it this week — my therapist tells me that I am on my leg too much and that I should probably be using my cane when I am out and about.  Mornings are best, but by noon, all I want to do is sit on my chair and prop it up.  This week is four weeks, and I thought it would be considerably better by now — but the therapist told me today that when they need to build up bone, there is quite a bit more healing that needs to be done, and also, since my joint was off center, there was a specific kind of fixing that needed to be done there – so she encouraged me to not be discouraged, but to maybe not be on it so much. 


The big news is that I am done with coumadin!!!  No more blood tests, and I can take ibuprofen!!!  This is a significant corner to turn, and it makes me a whole lot more optimistic.  The outdoors is calling my soul with all its persuasive power, and there is so much I want to do.  But it can go on without me, and maybe someday I will catch up!

Counting my blessings, here, dear friends, and the minutest percentage is mind boggling.  How very great is our God!


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Love Bug plays at Grandpa and Grammy’s House

It’s Saturday evening.  Daddy and Mommy are out at the fire ring with Uncle Raph and Auntie Gina, Uncle Lem and Auntie Jess, Auntie Beebs and Auntie Rachel.  Love Bug has a bit of a cold, and since there is a big trip planned, Grandpa and Grammy are going to watch Love Bug while the young people sit around the fire and talk.


If Grandpa will just let me go, I am sure that I can find something to get into.



Oh, here is my basket of toys.
Lots of stuff to unload, look at and discard.



I like all these little soft things that I can hold in my hand.
That pink pig is a little disconcerting.
I wonder why it is lying on its side like that.
H-m-m-m-m-m . . .



Wait a minute.
 What are these things that Auntie Beebs has over here?
I’ve been trying to get at them for a long time.
Grammy just went to get some batteries for one of my toys.
I think I can finally find out what these strange things are.



They come apart!
I’m going to taste them.
 Out goes my binky.
In goes the stuff.



Squish, squish, squish.
  They don’t taste so good,
but I would take each and every one of them apart
and probably taste them
( if Grammy didn’t stop me, that is).
Let’s go see what else I can find to get into.



O-h-h-h-h-h, Look!
Uncle Lem’s Guitar!
Now that’s what I call exciting!



I wonder if they will let me play with this. 
Uncle Lem makes such pretty noises with it. 



Pluck, pluck, pluck.
H-m-m-m-m . . .



Maybe if I get both hands on it, I can really do something! 
This thing doesn’t seem to be working for me.



Smack, smack, smack.  It makes strange noises.  Not at all like Uncle Lem. 

I think I need to get just a little


bigger —

but oh, what fun to see what I can get into at Grandpa’s house!



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This morning, I had a phone call, informing me that I needed to be at Stockley Center for a “contract signing” class and there were very few times to choose from.  They were surprised they hadn’t heard from me, but to be honest, signing a contract was just a little far back in my brain at this point of my life.  When Certain Man heard about the dilemma, he offered to drive me to the class being held tonight, and this was a big relief to me.  Sometime this afternoon, I thought about the fact that Gertrudes new gravestone was supposed to have been placed some time ago, so I grabbed my camera as we went out the door, hoping that the class wouldn’t last very long and that I would get a chance to visit her grave in the daylight hours.  Sure enough!  The class got over in about 40 minutes, and Certain Man and I drove back the long lane to the cemetery. 


Sure enough!  The new stone was there!  And she would have been so pleased.  I didn’t choose a thing on it — didn’t even give suggestions, but Christmas trees were her favoritest things in the world.  In fact, our family never had a Christmas tree until after Gertrude was a part of our family, and one of the reasons we got that first one was that Gertrude wanted one so badly.  I am so pleased with how things turned out.  Thanks again, everyone who urged me to try to make this happen.  Again, it was done at no cost.  What a compassionate thing to do!
Thank you, Lloyd Memorials, Inc.



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Spring comes to Shady Acres

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Our little Star Magolia, blooming her heart out.
This little bush was totally covered with a big, hard snowbank.  Certain Man didn’t know whether she would make it, but it is blooming like crazy, and he is pleased.

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There are only two of my tulips showing any color yet.
But just you wait!  Next week, we will have an abundance of pretties.

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Our lighter colored Daffodils are almost over, but these big, bright yellow ones are doing just fine.


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Caught in the corner between a raised bed and the blacktop, this volunteer Pansy is showing off.


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I wish I had a picture in the full sun, but this is our weeping cherry tree.  It hangs its branches down like a bridal veil and is awash with beauty.

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Our Tulip tree has never looked so good.  The hard winter must be good for it. 

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There are few flowers that smell so sweet as a tulip tree’s extravagant blossoms.  It is such a “spring time feeling” to stand down wind of this tree and catch the full benefit of the heady perfume.


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This is the real sign of Spring at Shady Acres.  Certain Man is working in his garden.  He planted potatoes and carrots and lettuce and peas today.  He planted a few more asparagus roots to join his little patch.  He hoed around his precious Rhubarb plant and calculated where his tomato plants would be this year.

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Middle Daughter is explaining to her daddy what a little seed planter does.  She wishes they had one to plant the carrot seeds.  Certain Man is not convinced.  Actually, both Middle Daughter and Youngest Daughter, who is home for Spring break, have been busy out there helping him.  Youngest Daughter is hoeing the weeds out of the pole bean row between the poles.  She just came into the house with a cut toe, but insisted that it wasn’t too bad and headed back out again.  She has been, of course, barefoot in the chilly April dirt. Both of these girlies love the earth, love to garden, and are willing helpers when they once get started.  It is a great boost to Certain Man who loves to garden, but enjoys having help doing it.  (I didn’t get a good picture of Youngest Daughter, so I guess I will have mercy on her and not put any on.) 



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 A Tour of Certain Man’s Clocks


This is the clock that I told you about last week — the one he bought for $25.00 at a yard sale.


This is a very old one that a friend bought at a sale.  It is in wonderful shape, but it does not chime.  Because of that, we hung it in Linda and Audrey’s room because clocks striking really bother our Linda-girl.
It is a very nice clock.  Rick Lee donated to Certain Man’s Collection.  I love it so much.



Daniel found this one on a junk heap in the neighbor’s basement when he did a service call there for a plumbing problem.  He asked him what he planned to do with it, and the guy said, “Take it!  It won’t work, but maybe it can be used for parts or something.”  So Daniel brought it home, got it repaired and it works like a charm.  It is one of his favorite clocks, though he sometimes struggles with whether he should give it back to the family of this man since the man has passed on and he thinks it would mean something to them.  It remains to be seen what he will decide, but I suspect he will eventually offer it back to them.



This is a ship’s clock, and WOWSER! Does it ever strike loud.  Even with a silencer on it, it is our loudest clock.  Middle Daughter bought it for Certain Man for Christmas a year ago, and he had quite a time until his clock man finally educated him on the fact that a ships clock strikes differently than any other clock.  Starting with 12:30, a ship’s clock strikes once, at 1:00, twice.  1:30, three times, 2:00 four times, 2:30 five times, 3:00 six times, 3:30 seven times and 4:00, eight times.  Then it starts all over again.  At 4:30, once, 5:00, twice, etc.  What a mess he had until he had this figured out.  But the novelty of it makes this one of his most discussed clocks.



This marble clock is a family heirloom.  Certain Man’s step mother gave it to him about a year ago because, again, it wouldn’t run.  He had it repaired, cleaned, and it is doing really well.  It is extremely heavy.



This is one of our oldest, rarest clocks.  It was my Grandpa Yoder’s and it really is unusual.  Daniel bought it from a family auction and actually paid more for this clock than any other clock he has, but even then, he is told he stole it.  He tends it carefully, just like a mammy, coddles it, watches it, and if the slightest thing goes wrong, he worries exceedingly about it.  He is not one bit shy about saying that this is his favorite of them all.


Back when Certain Man began showing an interest in clocks, we lived next door to a guy who was really into clocks at that particular time.  He knew alot, and had access to quite a variety.  When Certain Man mentioned that he really was interested in a marble clock (this was over 20 years ago) I asked Donnie to watch for one for him.  Donnie found this one, and it needed a LOT of work.  With Donnie’s careful, painstaking detailing, this was the finished result.  If you look at those gold blocks that are opposite the 3 and the 9, one of those is the original piece, and one of them is the piece that Donnie made and put in there.  Close inspection shows which is which, but it isn’t really obvious.



This is a Howard Miller Clock that we bought new a long time ago.  The front face fell off, and that bothers me, but Certain Man says it works fine like this and he will get it fixed eventually.



Certain Man bought this Anniversary Clock for me for a gift.  It is very old, and we have more trouble keeping it running than we do any other clock.  I understand that isn’t unusual for old anniversary clocks, but I am always glad when it is running.  It is precious to me because my husband got it as a symbol of the TIME we have spent together.


This little cuckoo clock was bought for Certain Man by Middle Daughter when she went on a tour of Europe with four other girls back in 2002.  It has suffered many indignities, an unfortunate fall off the wall, and many, many repairs.  Right now we are having a time keeping it running.  Mr. Adams (of Tick Tock Tyme) keeps making suggestions and sometimes adjustments, but we’ve really not found what is wrong.  Sometimes it works for weeks at a time, but then it stops abruptly without warning, and takes a rest for a while.



Two “humpback” clocks.  The one on the left is one we bought about 15 years ago at SAMS Club.  It is a Seth Thomas, Westminster Chime, and has been a good clock.  The other clock was one Certain Man bought when he answered an ad with a cuckoo clock for a “two for one” deal.  The cuckoo clock turned out to be a dud.  A pretty one, but it was unable to be fixed.  That has made this clock “one of the many” that doesn’t have a great story or even a close attachment, but it has a true strike, and it is attractive.



I bought this Clock for an Anniversary present for Certain Man for (I think!) our 20th anniversary.  I bought it at Byler’s Store in Dover, and I love the little boy and girl that kiss each other every hour and every half hour throughout the day.  The water wheel turns, and it sings “eidelweiss” (or another similar tune) whenever the cuckoo comes out.  When there are small children here, Certain Man often holds them up so that they can see the birdie and watch the wheel turn and the little people kiss.  It is always a hit.



This clock was on a Yard Sale directly across the street from Certain Man’s parents in Plain City.  The lady said that it hadn’t worked for a while — she thinks she may have wound it too tight.  It was in good shape, was a Westminster Chime, and so Daniel bought it.  One of his sisters had been looking at it and decided that she wasn’t going to spend money for a clock that didn’t work.  Certain Man brought it over to the house and started to tinker with it and whenever it stopped, he started it again.  After several times of doing that, it started to run on its own and has been running ever since.  Of course, then his sister wanted to buy it from him, but he wasn’t about to give it up.  Whenever he rescues a clock and is able to make it run again, it has a special place in his heart.



This clock came from Daniel’s Uncle Abe Miller in Florida.  It wouldn’t work, and he couldn’t find anyone to repair it.  Daniel was certain that someone here could, so Uncle Abe sent it to Daniel’s Parents in Ohio where Daniel picked it up and brought it to Delaware to get it repaired.  When it was finished, Daniel took it to a BMA convention to catch a ride back to Florida to the rightful owners.  Uncle Abe and Aunt Inez had it for a for a time, and then Uncle Abe decided that he really didn’t want it.  So, he sent it back to Ohio and told Daniel’s parents to give it back to Daniel for getting it fixed.  Daniel’s father decided that he wanted it, so he put it back on their wall over the dining room table, and nothing Daniel could say would induce him to part with it.  There it hung for a number of years until last fall when we cleaned out the house after Dad and Mom Yutzy went to the nursing home.  Uncle Abe also had passed away by this time, and so Daniel finally brought the old regulator home.




This “Grandmother” clock belonged to my Daddy and Mama.  It was left in the house on Andrewsville Road when we moved there from Ohio back in 1983.  It is a beautiful clock, but again, they could not get it to run.  Daddy said that it never had run right, but it was a beautiful thing.  So it sat in our “green room” until one day, Timothy Schlabach was there, doing a job for us of some sort and he said that he thought he could fix it, so he took it away.  And we promptly forgot about it.  The time came for us to move to Milford, and we packed up all our stuff, never even thinking about the (by now) long gone clock. 

One day, after we had lived in Milford for a while, the phone rang and a voice that I had never heard before said, “This is Wayne Adams from Tick Tock Tyme and I have your Grandfather clock repaired.  It’s ready to be picked up.” 

“What?”  I asked with more than a little disbelief.  “Our Grandfather Clock?  We don’t own a Grandfather Clock.” 

“Well, this one has your husband’s name on it,”  he said confidently.

“Who said it was ours?” I asked, still drawing a complete blank.

“When Timothy Schlabach had his stroke,” he explained patiently, “he had a number of clocks that he said needed repair, so I took them all and have been working on them, and this one came from you according to the label on it.”

“Huh!”  You could have knocked me over with a noodle.  “How much are the repairs?”

“It will be $200.00,” he said.  “I had quite a bit of work to do on it.  It was in pretty bad shape.”

“Well, if you say it is ours, I am sure that my husband will want it. I will have him call you back.”  I raced to the chicken house where Daniel was working and I said, “Hon, this man just called and said he has our Grandfather clock repaired and ready for pick up!”

“What?!?!? We don’t own a Grandfather Clock!”

“That’s what I said, too,” I said, “But he said that he got it from Timothy Schlabach and it has our name on it, so he figures it has to be ours.”  I will never forget, standing there at the chicken house door, him on one side, I on the other, pondering and pondering about how this could be.  Finally, Daniel thought he remembered that Timothy had taken it one time when he was there, and must have passed it on to Mr. Adams.  So one day he went by and picked it up, and of course, then I recognized the clock as my Daddy and Mama’s clock, but I still don’t remember Timothy taking it.  Maybe that was something Daniel did while I was away.  Anyhow, Daddy and Mama said they wanted us to just keep it since they didn’t think they a place for it exactly, and Daddy hated to have to remember to wind it, and somehow it became a part of “the collection” at Shady Acres.  We’ve needed to put some work in this one, too.  One of our clients pushed this one over one time, and it really wrecked it — broke the glass, bent the face, and made a terrible mess.  But it cleaned up nicely, got itself some new parts, and it is one of our more faithful clocks.



This clock is another very old, very strange clock.  One of the people who works with Daniel gave it to him after she rescued it from the junk pile when the family of her “Significant Other” was cleaning out their father’s house.  She dearly loved the old man, and could hardly bear to see what they were throwing out (including other clocks that looked alot like this one).  She was able to salvage this one that was missing its front bottom glass, and brought it to Daniel.  He took it to Mr. Adams and was delighted to find that it was really a treasure.  It has wooden gears in it, and it needs to be treated with tender loving care when it is wound.  (None of this “hurry up!” stuff with this old Sentinel)  There are many stories about this clock and they are incredibly interesting.  The shelf that it sits on was also rescued from among Daniel’s parents things when no one thought it was of any value.  Daniel brought it home one time when he had gone  to Ohio and I hadn’t.  “I thought you might want this for something,” he said to me.  I was sure that I would sometime or other, but hadn’t found anything specific until the day he came through the door with the clock. 

“Daniel!” I said, “We have the perfect shelf for that clock!” 

“What do you mean?” He asked, all puzzled like.

“That shelf from your folks!” I said.  “It will be perfect!” 

And it was.  We cleaned the shelf up, polished up the clock a bit. and put them together on the wall.  One of the things that is really special about this clock is that the label on the inside is especially clear (see next picture).  Some of you antique lovers and connoisseurs of such things might find this interesting.  I did look it up on the internet and it was a fascinating search.  But for Certain Man, it is another one of his “out of the ordinary” finds, and another grand story to tell about his collection of clocks.


There are a few other clocks that Certain Man owns that are not included in this little tour, but these were the easiest to photograph.  And of course, we have several of the electric/battery operated kinds around the house, but most of those are purely functional — Kitchen clock, alarm clocks, etc..  Certain Man has sometimes looked at beautiful clocks or gorgeous old specimans of clocks and the owner will say proudly, “I’ve switched the whole thing over to battery.  No need to wind this one.” and will be surprised when he instantly loses interest.  “If it doesn’t need to be wound,” he says repeatedly, “It isn’t a REAL CLOCK.”   Another thing he loves is the diversity of chimes.  “This is a “Bim-Bam,” he will say, or “This one strikes a single on the half and a double for each hour on the hour.”   “This one is a Westminster.” and so it goes. 

Hope you enjoyed my little tour of clocks.



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