Nostalgic

I am sitting her tonight a little nostalgic.
I made a Banana Pudding today, actually I made four one quart ones. We do not need to eat a lot and I am taking one to Retha and freezing one and I bet one is gone, as I hear spoons and bowls rattling. (David is in the kitchen).
So how does that make me nostalgic? When I was quite young, Maybe 19, I was watching my Brothers son for a day. He played in the yard and played with Charles. (Charles was about a year old)
The child was John Wayne. (no silly not that one).
I knew he loved them so I made a banana pudding. He came running in from play and said, "Aunt Sue you made "Cookie puddin".
I will never forget that day and the little dirty face. I still think of it as Cookie Puddin.
In addition, My younger brother, Roy, Loved or loves "Hee Haw" he would often laugh and quote Junior Samples, When a farm cutie asked Junior to whisper something soft and sweet in her ear, He said, "Nannar puddin". LOL
Roy Loved that form of humor and I have to admit that was funny. "Pickin and Grinnin".
Roy Clark and Buck Owens.

Now I remember my Dad too, he loved my Mamas Banana pudding, he liked it frozen. I am not sure of that taste. Too icy for me, but Daddy loved it.

I have so many memories of pudding, I always made it for family or church gatherings. It is easy and you make it from simple items you have in the pantry. I made it for Work functions, My co-workers loved it too, Especially on a hot summer day, take it ice cold out of the fridge and yummy. Cools the palette.
My daughter made it for her new in laws gathering. After one sample they requested it for every function.
All homemade, Nothing artificial.

So now on to our plans for tomorrow.

We plan on going to Paradise to see Retha. I say plan because last time we planned this I was not up to traveling.

Keep her in your prayers, she is in no great pain but seeing that cancer on her breast is so heartbreaking for us.
David is pretty emotional where she is concerned. She is last surviving sister. There are only three children left, (out of ten). His brother, Coy, in Arkansas, Retha and David. They were like the three musketeers. Always together, Always watching out for her. She told me her two brothers protected her and used to sneak her out of the house on dates. ( I am not sure that was protecting.)

Next we are traveling to YC, we have pumpkins for the kids and Halloween candy.

Monday we go to R B to have lunch with Robert and Gina, They will be up from Granite Bay for a business matter. We look forward to seeing them. They are our kids too, (although I am not much older, However David is).

So a lot going on here, I love to stay busy.

How do I do it? How do I find things to do? Well my sister and I were discussing this on Friday. We were raised by a very strong, strong willed, stubborn woman. We were told "Don't just sit there Idle there is always something to do." Or get this one, "If you leave a room, do not leave empty handed, take something with you and put it away." There were eight children so we ALWAYS had things to put away.
So when I sit I have something in my hands to work with, for example I am working on quilt blocks, (embroidery). I discussed them previously.
So we just see things to do. If we cant see something we invent it.
For example tonight as I made the pudding I also vacuumed all my living room furniture. It was dusty. ( I guess) I ran between the two jobs as David fretted over a Football game.
Yesterday I washed the motor home. It needs sealed and the instructions say, "Clean area to be sealed".
So I get the brush and rag and soap and climb on top of the thing (mobile home) and began scrubbing. It looks great. It is not sealed yet, as it was dark before I finished so I will do it on Tuesday or someday when David is here to watch me, not fall.
In case you wonder. David can not get up there. And if he could , if he got down on his knees there is no way he could get up as there is nothing to pull yourself up on. (nothing but sky)
He feels bad with me doing this work but I really do not mind.
Actually I feel bad for him when he gets down. I offer to help but he brushes me off and says " I can do it, give me a minute"., and he usually does, Eventually.
He reminds me of That old commercial. "Help I've fallen and cant get up". That is him.

A few years ago, he crawled under our mobile, and was stuck, he had to maneuver to get out. It was pretty dramatic for me, I asked him should I tie a rope on his foot and drag him out. LOL
NOT!! he did finally scoot out.
Again he has steel plates in his arm and that arm has weakened over the years and he has no strength in it. I am just thankful I still have him to irritate and tease.
Love him so much.
OK got to go, it is getting late.
Night all.