Mountah Ash's Musings

The musings of a chronically ill girl named after a tree.

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Tuesday, October 23, 2012

Butter Churning, Games, and 1,500 pumkins that needed carving

So... butter churning.
 You might think its boring or old fashioned. I can honestly tell you I had more fun churning butter than I have in a very long time. 
It was in the lower kitchen of the town house, and there were some crackers for people to try the homemade butter on. It was really amusing watching all the different ages of people sharing the same joy of churning butter. From a barely toddler, to a wicked nice older couple, it was really great to get to see all of them having fun and learning about how things used to be done.   Also, I met a few British people. Its a tad pathetic how happy I get when I hear a British, German, Danish, Irish, or Scottish accent. Speaking of that...There was a lovely woman with her son there from Denmark!! They were so nice. It was really cool. 

Another thing? Dangggg dont mess with a dairy maid. My right arm? Quite a bit stronger than it was before, and that was just after two mornings of churning! Imagine most of your life like that!! Yikes!

It was also really cool meeting two new girls and teaching them both how to make butter!! If you have never made butter, if you fill the churn half full of cream, when it gets to the half way point, it becomes almost impossible to work the churn! The intern I was working with and I were both trying...and it took us a while.

Games was fun even though people were rude..... I was with Katie for games both days! Which was AWESOME! Cause Katie is wicked cool and rather an amazing person.  Just saying. 
Schoolyard games, French and English (Tug of war), Baseball., Hoop races, and then the fire balloon!

I salvaged two that were about to be thrown out cause they had a whole in them and were useless....But! Cats use many useless things, and my cat (who is obsessed with plastic bags) will be so happy with them!

Now for pumpkin carving!  I dont want to see another pumpkin for at least a week.  I mean, it was wicked fun, and GOSH I have missed Besty, Fran, Halie, and Sadie!! But there were around 1,500 to 2,000 pumpkins that were carved yesterday. Utter insanity!  I will upload pictures when I get home to put them on here from my phone!

Sunday, October 21, 2012

Traces of a life, not long gone, Traces of a life, amidst the heavy throng.

Today walking around the village in costume, I began to cry several times. I see traces of my dear aunt everywhere. So on the way home I wrote this. It WAS really good, but my stupid phone deleted it. So this is as much as I can remember from it.

Traces of a life of one not long gone,
Traces of a beauty, amidst the heavy throng.
Traces of the love, of a woman so kind
Traces of all the people and things she left behind.
Can you see her in the gardens? Tending to her plants?
Or maybe catch a glimpse of her gorgeous hair, reflected in the auburn leaves of fall.
See the lady with the corded hat?
Just like the one she used to wear?
You have to take a second glace, but no.
Its just a trace of a life that touched all.

Loving until the end, she watched out for everyone.
Kind, patient, glowing, there are no words to describe her love.
Few could tell how bad the cancer was, that tainted her life
Did you know how constant the pain or how heavy the strife?
Through it all she remained grace filled and no one will forget
How she touched every single person she ever met.
We will always see traces of that wonderful life.
Both the beauty and the pain of her to short life.

Its hard not to cry when we walk the paths she walked
And the world is not as bright without her unselfish thoughts.
I will always see traces of that dear, beautiful woman.
And hear the echo of  laugh.
I already miss her tender hugs and loving smile.
Can I go back for a minute or an hour?
Before the fall wilted that beautiful delicate flower?
Oh my dear aunt I do miss you so.
Who would have ever thought I would have to see you go?