<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6938509970400956163</id><updated>2011-07-08T06:03:03.429-07:00</updated><category term='Canning'/><category term='My day at work'/><title type='text'>Sigie's Stories</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sigiesstories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6938509970400956163/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sigiesstories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sigie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02290222939344991715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6938509970400956163.post-421296820717920210</id><published>2009-06-08T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T21:17:47.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty Nester Home Evening</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Just got home from a sweet Empty Nester Home Evening. Brother and Sister Johnson are the sweetest people. Very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;simple&lt;/span&gt;, spiritual and loving people. Discussed Family History and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;how&lt;/span&gt; to go about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;connecting families. Very interesting. Guess Daddy and I need to get busy and do genealogy. It would be nice if daddy knew how to operate this computer we sure could get a lot more done. Good night everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6938509970400956163-421296820717920210?l=sigiesstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sigiesstories.blogspot.com/feeds/421296820717920210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6938509970400956163&amp;postID=421296820717920210' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6938509970400956163/posts/default/421296820717920210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6938509970400956163/posts/default/421296820717920210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sigiesstories.blogspot.com/2009/06/empty-nester-home-evening.html' title='Empty Nester Home Evening'/><author><name>Sigie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02290222939344991715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6938509970400956163.post-3963291763583882253</id><published>2009-06-08T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T21:07:05.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Janae's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;Today is Monday June 8, 2009 and Cindy said, Mom you better start blogging today, so here I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;Well we celebrated Janae Newell's birthday yesterday which was Sunday June 7, 2009. Her birthday was Friday June 5, 2009. She is Robert's sister and lives here in Arizona as a Chef for the American Indian program. She teaches there and now has her own office. She is very happy about this promotion. Anyway, Sunday started out really great but then as Janae was coming over for her birthday dinner, her car broke down on the 51 freeway and Indian School Road. A kind, elderly man stopped and helped her push her car into a parking lot and helped get her car cooled down while daddy went to pick her up. They filled up her radiator with water and put some oil in her engine and after several stops filling up her radiator and putting more oil in the engine as they drove through the surface streets, they finally got here to our home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;We made Janae's favorite dinner which is somewhat of a german meal. I made fried potatoes with sliced onions and then added sliced Kielbasa sausage, we had red cabbage, green beans, and a tossed green salad to go with the main dish. Her favorite dessert is ice cream cake, but I made an ice cream dessert for her and it was delicious. Everyone loved it. I could have eaten another piece but that would have put more inches on my waist. I would like to share this dessert recipe with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993399;"&gt;Dessert Recipe:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993399;"&gt;Frozen Oreo Cookie Dessert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;1 - (1 lb. 2 oz.) Pkg. Oreo Cookies finely crushed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;1 cube butter or margaine melted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993399;"&gt;1/2 to 3/4 of a gallon ice cream any flavor, the extra ice cream is to fill in the spaces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993399;"&gt;l pint whipping cream or 1-12 oz. carton cool whip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993399;"&gt;1 can chocolate frosting or you may use our home made hot fudge sauce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993399;"&gt;Hershey's chocolate syrup for serving dessert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993399;"&gt;Optional: Chopped roasted almonds or pecans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993399;"&gt;For cookie crumbs I put them in the food proccessor. To (reserve 1/4c. to 1/2c. cookie crumbs for garnish is optional.) Put crumbs in a mixing bowl, add melted butter, mix well pressing mixture in a 9" x 13" pan with a fork. Put in freezer for a 10 minutes, remove from freezer, layer ice cream on top of crumbs, filling in the spaces with extra ice cream, smooth out, return to freezer for about another 10-15 minutes. Spread frosting or our homemade hot fudge sauce over ice cream, return to freezer for another 10 minutes, spread cool whip or sweetened whipped cream over sauce. Return to freezer until ready to serve. Garnish with reserved crumbs if you want to. Take out of freezer 15 minutes before serving. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993399;"&gt;When serving, drizzle a little Hershey's chocolate syrup over dessert plate, place ice cream square on plate, drizzle a little more chocolate sauce over the ice cream square, sprinkle with nuts or leave plain. ENJOY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993399;"&gt;Have to run as dad has the palm fronds in the car and we have to take them over to where the chickens are and put them over the cage to help keep them cool. Be back in a minute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993399;"&gt;I'm back and it is very dark outside with lightening in the Northeast valley. Sure wished it would rain. The Buff Orpington hen is brooding and she loves to have you hold her and she just purrs like a little kitten. Daddy has to push her out of the nest because she needs to eat and drink. We just love this chicken project. We are having such a good time. Got 13 eggs yesterday and 12 today so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993399;"&gt;Last week I had a sore tooth, so we went to the dentist and I have a tooth that needs to have a root canal. This will not be fun. They will drill through my cap right into the tooth. I have been on heavy duty antibiotics since last Thursday and this coming Thursday is when they will to the work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993399;"&gt;I have a whole list of things that I need to blog about but will do it tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6938509970400956163-3963291763583882253?l=sigiesstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sigiesstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3963291763583882253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6938509970400956163&amp;postID=3963291763583882253' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6938509970400956163/posts/default/3963291763583882253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6938509970400956163/posts/default/3963291763583882253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sigiesstories.blogspot.com/2009/06/janaes-birthday.html' title='Janae&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Sigie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02290222939344991715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6938509970400956163.post-585977609189410387</id><published>2009-05-28T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T11:38:05.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing Up Memories</title><content type='html'>This is how daddy and I grew up. Those were sweet times. We never knew that there was never enough money for things and us kids played hide and seek, kick the ball, mother may I etc. or just lay on the grass and look up at the blue sky or watch the clouds that passed by. The girls would play house or play with their paper dolls which I did not care for too much, also jacks, which is still fun and the boys played softball and marble games etc. When we were teenagaers all the kids riding their bikes together would sing all kinds of songs and harmonize. It was a fun sweet time in our lives. I probably could think of a lot more things, but right now I have a headache. I got the following in an email:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone asked the other day, 'What was your favorite fast food when you were growing up?' 'We didn't have fast food when I was growing up,' I informed him. 'All the food was slow.'&lt;br /&gt;'C'mon, seriously. Where did you eat?'&lt;br /&gt;'It was a place called 'at home,'' I explained. 'Mom cooked every day and when Dad got home from work, we sat down together at the dining room table, and if I didn't like what she put on my plate I was allowed to sit there until I did like it.' By this time, the kid was laughing so hard I was afraid he was going to suffer serious internal damage, so I didn't tell him the part about how I had to have permission to leave the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here are some other things I would have told him about my childhood if I figured his system could have handled it :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some parents NEVER owned their own house, wore Levis, set foot on a golf course, traveled out of the country or had a credit card. In their later years they had something called a revolving charge card . The card was good only at Sears Roebuck. Or maybe it was Sears &amp;amp; Roebuck. Either way, there is no Roebuck anymore. Maybe he died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents never drove me to soccer practice. This was mostly because we never had heard of soccer. I had a bicycle that weighed probably 50 pounds, and only had one speed, (slow).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't have a television in our house until I was 5. It was, of course, black and white, and the station went off the air at midnight, after playing the national anthem and a poem about God; it came back on the air at about 6 a.m. and there was usually a locally produced news and farm show on, featuring local people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was 13 before I tasted my first pizza, it was called 'pizza pie.' When I bit into it, I burned the roof of my mouth and the cheese slid off, swung down, plastered itself against my chin and burned that, too. It's still the best pizza I ever had. We didn't have a car until I was 4. It was an old black Dodge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never had a telephone in my room. The only phone in the house was in the living room and it was on a party line. Before you make a call, you had to listen and make sure some people you didn't know weren't already using the line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pizzas were not delivered to our home. But milk was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All newspapers were delivered by boys and all boys delivered newspapers --my brother delivered a newspaper, six days a week. It cost 7 cents a paper, of which he got to keep 2 cents. He had to get up at 6 AM every morning. On Saturday, he had to collect the 42 cents from his customers. His favorite customers were the ones who gave him 50 cents and told him to keep the change. His least favorite customers were the ones who seemed to never be home on collection day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie stars kissed with their mouths shut. At least, they did in the movies. There were no movie ratings because all movies were responsibly produced for everyone to enjoy viewing, without profanity or violence or most anything offensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An old Royal Crown Cola or 7-Up bottle. In the bottle top was a stopper with a bunch of holes in it. It was the bottle that sat on the end of the ironing board to 'sprinkle' clothes with because we didn't have steam irons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I am old. I might be older than dirt but those memories are some of the best parts of my life! A simpler time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6938509970400956163-585977609189410387?l=sigiesstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sigiesstories.blogspot.com/feeds/585977609189410387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6938509970400956163&amp;postID=585977609189410387' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6938509970400956163/posts/default/585977609189410387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6938509970400956163/posts/default/585977609189410387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sigiesstories.blogspot.com/2009/05/sweet-memories.html' title='Growing Up Memories'/><author><name>Sigie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02290222939344991715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6938509970400956163.post-4228517204728785489</id><published>2009-01-15T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T14:09:28.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CELBRATING MY BIRTHDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today I celebrated my 72 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; birthday. Daddy took me to a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;matinee&lt;/span&gt; to see the movie, Australia. We had popcorn and a diet coke while we watched it. This is a very good movie almost 3 hours long but worth seeing again. Then we went to the Olive Garden for an early dinner. We used our gift certificates that were given to us for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Christmas from Denise, Jessica, Dan, Tim and Bekah, also the Movie tickets from Kristin and Clint from 3 Christmase's ago. We &lt;/span&gt;went to Lisa's for birthday cake that one of our dear friends made for me, it was a coconut pecan cake made from scratch. Very, very delicious. Thank you Maribeth! As we walked in the door, and what to my surprise and complete shock was my oldest daughter Cindy. I just lost it, because I wanted my family to be together so much on this special day. And I also received an email from my son Gregory. My niece Kristin her husband Clint, my grandson Joshua and his wife Meredith, were all in on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt;. I am so blessed to have so many wonderful friends and a great wonderful family. Lisa kept such a good secret that Cindy was coming, I could not have asked for a better gift than to have her here. The other day Lisa called to tell me that she was running errands, and I said what errands and she said just errands and I said okay. She was really on her way to pick up Cindy at the air port. She is very special, she was blessed with always making others happy and has a great imagination and a good sense of humor, and always lifts up your spirits.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Each one of our children are unique in their own way. They all have something very special to give, to make this an eternal family. I love daddy and all of you for making my life so beautiful.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you for a beautiful Birthday!.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6938509970400956163-4228517204728785489?l=sigiesstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sigiesstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4228517204728785489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6938509970400956163&amp;postID=4228517204728785489' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6938509970400956163/posts/default/4228517204728785489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6938509970400956163/posts/default/4228517204728785489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sigiesstories.blogspot.com/2009/01/celbrating-my-birthday.html' title='CELBRATING MY BIRTHDAY'/><author><name>Sigie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02290222939344991715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6938509970400956163.post-91583536276940168</id><published>2008-12-24T13:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T13:48:41.735-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Quiz</title><content type='html'>1. Wrapping paper or gift bags? &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;both!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2. Real tree or Artificial? &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Artificial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;3. When do you put up the tree? &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;right after Thanksgiving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;4 . When do you take the tree down? &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Sometime just before Easter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;5. Do you like eggnog? &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;6. Favorite gift received as a child? &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Itsy, Bitsy,Teeny, Weeny, Betsy Wetsy Doll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Hardest person to buy for? &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Can't think of anyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Easiest person to buy for? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;myself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;9.Do you have a nativity scene? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;yes 2 of them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;10. Mail or email Christmas cards? &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Mail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;11. Worst Christmas gift you ever received? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;The pink bunny pajama suit daddy got me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;12. Favorite Christmas Movie? &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;It's A Wonderful Life, Miracle On 34th Street, I like so many of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;13. When do you start shopping for Christmas? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Usually after Thanksgiving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;14. Have you ever recycled a Christmas present? &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;15 .Favorite thing to eat at Christmas? &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Unfortunately everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;16. Lights on the tree? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;always clear mini lights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;17. Favorite Christmas song? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Silent Night - Always reminds me of my Mom &amp;amp; Dad and reminds&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;me of my childhood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Travel at Christmas or stay home? &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Stay home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;19. Can you name all of Santa's reindeer's? &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;20. Angel on the tree top or a star?&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;floral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;21. Open the presents Christmas Eve or morning? &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Used to open gifts on Christmas Eve which was a tradition when I was a child which was the German tradition. But when I married Ward and I would let the children open their Chritmas Pajamas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Most annoying thing about this time of the year? &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Commercialism.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Favorite ornament theme or color? Love them all. I'm pretty traditional: &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt; red,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;green, forest green, gold, silver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Favorite for Christmas dinner? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Prime rib&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What do you want for Christmas this year? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Spend time with family and friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;26. Who is most likely to respond to this? &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Natalie, Adrianne, Meredith, Lisa, Mom, Gwen, Kristin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Who is least likely to respond to this? &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Favorite thing about Christmas? &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Love decorating, baking, Christmas music, cold weather,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;happy people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6938509970400956163-91583536276940168?l=sigiesstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sigiesstories.blogspot.com/feeds/91583536276940168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6938509970400956163&amp;postID=91583536276940168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6938509970400956163/posts/default/91583536276940168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6938509970400956163/posts/default/91583536276940168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sigiesstories.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-quiz.html' title='Christmas Quiz'/><author><name>Sigie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02290222939344991715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6938509970400956163.post-5913865554347858900</id><published>2008-12-14T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T10:01:45.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Christmas is Here"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2T5xnB1w1rg/SUVJ2EKQu9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/v0epMz7sSWA/s1600-h/1208+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279707331340319698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2T5xnB1w1rg/SUVJ2EKQu9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/v0epMz7sSWA/s320/1208+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Everyone is always welcome in our home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2T5xnB1w1rg/SUVJtGQsA0I/AAAAAAAAAGU/BXY2fNE24ec/s1600-h/1208+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279707177285321538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2T5xnB1w1rg/SUVJtGQsA0I/AAAAAAAAAGU/BXY2fNE24ec/s320/1208+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2T5xnB1w1rg/SUVJmOLBovI/AAAAAAAAAGM/DLQwtmUYnyY/s1600-h/1208+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279707059149972210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2T5xnB1w1rg/SUVJmOLBovI/AAAAAAAAAGM/DLQwtmUYnyY/s320/1208+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2T5xnB1w1rg/SUVJa8KmnCI/AAAAAAAAAGE/M2eDkqHaJEI/s1600-h/1208+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279706865337801762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2T5xnB1w1rg/SUVJa8KmnCI/AAAAAAAAAGE/M2eDkqHaJEI/s320/1208+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2T5xnB1w1rg/SUVInQdf__I/AAAAAAAAAF8/YkuUH3ryrMI/s1600-h/1208+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279705977432571890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2T5xnB1w1rg/SUVInQdf__I/AAAAAAAAAF8/YkuUH3ryrMI/s320/1208+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just wanted to share with you some our Holiday decorations. I love this Holiday. Christmas. I love what it stands for the Birth of our Savior. I love what the colors mean and the spirit of everthing. If I could I would leave everything up all year round. Have a Very Merry Christmas to all of you and may you find love, joy and peace. Love, Grandma and Grandpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6938509970400956163-5913865554347858900?l=sigiesstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sigiesstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5913865554347858900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6938509970400956163&amp;postID=5913865554347858900' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6938509970400956163/posts/default/5913865554347858900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6938509970400956163/posts/default/5913865554347858900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sigiesstories.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-is-here.html' title='&quot;Christmas is Here&quot;'/><author><name>Sigie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02290222939344991715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2T5xnB1w1rg/SUVJ2EKQu9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/v0epMz7sSWA/s72-c/1208+027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6938509970400956163.post-2759119414585300709</id><published>2008-12-14T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T09:54:17.209-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Happy Thanksgiving"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2T5xnB1w1rg/SUVID6FgadI/AAAAAAAAAF0/xIwkLoBdBQo/s1600-h/1208+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279705370130934226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2T5xnB1w1rg/SUVID6FgadI/AAAAAAAAAF0/xIwkLoBdBQo/s320/1208+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandpa and Me with the Duffy Children and spouses! Love you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2T5xnB1w1rg/SUVH1krJc6I/AAAAAAAAAFs/-bVHde2TuxM/s1600-h/1208+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279705123865064354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2T5xnB1w1rg/SUVH1krJc6I/AAAAAAAAAFs/-bVHde2TuxM/s320/1208+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Josh, Cliff, Dad, Me, Lunetta, Merideth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2T5xnB1w1rg/SUVHelua9uI/AAAAAAAAAFk/BkwqLTzowiA/s1600-h/1208+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279704729010239202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2T5xnB1w1rg/SUVHelua9uI/AAAAAAAAAFk/BkwqLTzowiA/s320/1208+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pre dinner munchies! Always delis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2T5xnB1w1rg/SUVHRxAUwXI/AAAAAAAAAFc/SKh8RUTmImY/s1600-h/1208+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279704508699820402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2T5xnB1w1rg/SUVHRxAUwXI/AAAAAAAAAFc/SKh8RUTmImY/s320/1208+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cannot resist this darling dog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2T5xnB1w1rg/SUVGOKYeZ6I/AAAAAAAAAFU/vnUSPwbb0zY/s1600-h/1208+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279703347280897954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2T5xnB1w1rg/SUVGOKYeZ6I/AAAAAAAAAFU/vnUSPwbb0zY/s320/1208+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First of all I want to thank Cindy for putting a new Christmas background on my blog. Thank you honey. We where up and the Duffy cabin for Thanksgiving and we had a blast. Besides the being sick it was a fun being in Utah and with the Duffy's. Here are some pictures dad and I would like to share with everyone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6938509970400956163-2759119414585300709?l=sigiesstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sigiesstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2759119414585300709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6938509970400956163&amp;postID=2759119414585300709' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6938509970400956163/posts/default/2759119414585300709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6938509970400956163/posts/default/2759119414585300709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sigiesstories.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='&quot;Happy Thanksgiving&quot;'/><author><name>Sigie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02290222939344991715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2T5xnB1w1rg/SUVID6FgadI/AAAAAAAAAF0/xIwkLoBdBQo/s72-c/1208+021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6938509970400956163.post-8952313441583203093</id><published>2008-11-03T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T18:18:43.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderful Being Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;It has been a very busy day again but wonderful to be home.  Went to the hand specialist early this morning and he said that I didn't have to come back unless my hands were in a lot of pain, and then he would do the surgery because my joints are just plain worn out.  But I am positive that they will be fine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was nice to go to work for the last 4 weeks and be in the business world again but there is no place like puttering around your home and getting things done there.  I need to start  going &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;through&lt;/span&gt; things to give to Desert Industries so I will have more room in the house and garage.  Lots of Relief Society things that I need to give away but something keeps telling me to hang on to them.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We are hoping that the election goes in a very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;positive&lt;/span&gt; way tomorrow Nov. 4, 2008 for everyone, the way that Heavenly Father would want it to be so that we can all live &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;righteously&lt;/span&gt; and in peace with one another and that the economy will teach us all  in the U. S.  to be more prudent in living within our means.  I can remember when I was  a little girl that there was not that much to eat and my mother would take half milk and half water with a little salt, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bring&lt;/span&gt; it to a boil, and then take a bowl of flour put a little water in the flour to make little clumps and drop them in the milk and water mix and cook it for a minute or two and it would become kind of creamy.  She would put a ladle of it in a bowl and we would put a little sugar on it and that was our dinner.  We called it Clunker Soup.  I think it meant little dumpling soup.  But that is how bad the economy was back then, specially during the War.  But we didn't go to bed hungry.  It was warm and filling.  We don't know how fortunate we have it here in United States.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love America and am so blessed that my parents came to this country because of their belief in the gospel and to make a better life for themselves.  Thank you Mom and Dad wherever you are in heaven, I love you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fall is in the air and it is beautiful,  just a little bit cooler but oh so nice.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Had a pleasant surprise this afternoon as our nephew, Frank Penny came by to see us.  He is Ward's  sister Ann's son and he was here in Arizona meeting with some judges on a case he is working on.  He is a lawyer.  He is such a sweet man just as sweet as he was when he was a little boy.  Still has that angelic look about him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saw pictures of Natalie and Roberts apartment.  So beautifully done just like the other girls in the family.  They all have a special talent in making things nice. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6938509970400956163-8952313441583203093?l=sigiesstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sigiesstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8952313441583203093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6938509970400956163&amp;postID=8952313441583203093' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6938509970400956163/posts/default/8952313441583203093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6938509970400956163/posts/default/8952313441583203093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sigiesstories.blogspot.com/2008/11/wonderful-being-home.html' title='Wonderful Being Home'/><author><name>Sigie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02290222939344991715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6938509970400956163.post-3257079164973104651</id><published>2008-10-04T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T23:28:17.712-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Canning'/><title type='text'>Pears and Peaches</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2T5xnB1w1rg/SOgrVBybV3I/AAAAAAAAAC8/oY9yV6JREkU/s1600-h/Alaska+Pictures+168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253496605584873330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2T5xnB1w1rg/SOgrVBybV3I/AAAAAAAAAC8/oY9yV6JREkU/s320/Alaska+Pictures+168.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at Dad's photographic composition!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2T5xnB1w1rg/SOgqrP6oQMI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Al73dR7g0is/s1600-h/Alaska+Pictures+167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253495887822864578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2T5xnB1w1rg/SOgqrP6oQMI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Al73dR7g0is/s320/Alaska+Pictures+167.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ok everyone, here are the peaches that Dad and I canned. Dad did awesome helping slice the peaches. Don't they look "Blue Ribbon"? Utah pears and peaches bottled in Pheoenix.!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6938509970400956163-3257079164973104651?l=sigiesstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sigiesstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3257079164973104651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6938509970400956163&amp;postID=3257079164973104651' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6938509970400956163/posts/default/3257079164973104651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6938509970400956163/posts/default/3257079164973104651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sigiesstories.blogspot.com/2008/10/peaches-and-pears.html' title='Pears and Peaches'/><author><name>Sigie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02290222939344991715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2T5xnB1w1rg/SOgrVBybV3I/AAAAAAAAAC8/oY9yV6JREkU/s72-c/Alaska+Pictures+168.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6938509970400956163.post-5500804224543076011</id><published>2008-10-03T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T19:40:27.606-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My day at work'/><title type='text'>Busy Busy Days at Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2T5xnB1w1rg/SOgjZfXDBFI/AAAAAAAAACs/hf0HkPcmp8I/s1600-h/ears.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253487886149551186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2T5xnB1w1rg/SOgjZfXDBFI/AAAAAAAAACs/hf0HkPcmp8I/s200/ears.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What a mind boggling last 3 days it has been.  My head has a headache.  So much to learn about all the new computer programs Sonus has.  I probably will have it down pretty good when the old PCC returns from having surgery.  I forgot how tired I used to get when I worked before but I even get more tired now as I am older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If some of you are wondering what I do at Sonus, it is an Audiology company or office that gives hearing tests and fits people with hearing aids.  I am always amazed at how many people and little children have difficulty hearing.  We also have miscellaneous items to help them  hear the ringing of the telephone and TV.  My heart is always touched by the little ones and the very elderly that have a hearing problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love being home and doing what I want to do even staying in my nightgown until 1:00 PM doing little catch up things around the house.  It is very fun you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished canning pears when I came home from work.  I hope that my granddaughers and granddaughters-in-laws carry on the tradition of canning for your families.. My heart swells with love when  I see my family enjoy the fruits, jams, taco sauce, and pies that we can and freeze for the coming winter months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Auntie is here helping fix my blog because I lost this blog last night.  So all of you have a nice weekend and I love you everyone of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6938509970400956163-5500804224543076011?l=sigiesstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sigiesstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5500804224543076011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6938509970400956163&amp;postID=5500804224543076011' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6938509970400956163/posts/default/5500804224543076011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6938509970400956163/posts/default/5500804224543076011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sigiesstories.blogspot.com/2008/10/busy-busy-days-at-work.html' title='Busy Busy Days at Work'/><author><name>Sigie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02290222939344991715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2T5xnB1w1rg/SOgjZfXDBFI/AAAAAAAAACs/hf0HkPcmp8I/s72-c/ears.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6938509970400956163.post-2352433933320456193</id><published>2008-09-30T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T20:15:51.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Canning Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The time has arrived to can fruits and make Taco Sauce. Dad I made Taco Sauce a couple of weeks ago and this week we are doing peaches and pears. Made 15 peach pies which are so easy. Just take a short time to put it all together, mad 7 pints of peach jam and 14 quarts of peaches. Tomorrow we will do the pears as I was just to tired when I came home from hand therapy. Had to wear the Cortison patches for 4 hours today. Daddy has been a real trouper as he has sliced every peach and took the jars, washed them I filled them etc. and he put them in the canner and took them out, and lined all the pie pans with foil and saran wrap etc. I never had so much help and it went really fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Tomorrow afternoon, Thursday and Friday I will need to go to Sonus to get updated on their new computer program before I work for the next 2 weeks for them. It will nice to see all the old patients from the Osborn office again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Have a good evening everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6938509970400956163-2352433933320456193?l=sigiesstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sigiesstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2352433933320456193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6938509970400956163&amp;postID=2352433933320456193' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6938509970400956163/posts/default/2352433933320456193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6938509970400956163/posts/default/2352433933320456193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sigiesstories.blogspot.com/2008/09/canning-season.html' title='Canning Season'/><author><name>Sigie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02290222939344991715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6938509970400956163.post-7715631060820613207</id><published>2008-06-28T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T13:39:35.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EXCITING SATURDAY MORNING</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;This has been a very exciting morning.  Dad was going to get his pants pressed and he turned on the key to start the car and&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;  "THE CAR BLEW UP"!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  parts  and oil were all over, smoke coming up under the hood etc.  The tow truck just came to pick it up to take it to the Toyota dealer.  It has been exactly 10 years ago this month that we bought that car.  It has been a really good car.  We drove it yesterday and it was perfect.  No noise no anything.  This was just a shock.  We love that little car it has been good to us.  We are still stunned as to what just happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;What a day.  Hope the rest of the day will be good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6938509970400956163-7715631060820613207?l=sigiesstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sigiesstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7715631060820613207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6938509970400956163&amp;postID=7715631060820613207' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6938509970400956163/posts/default/7715631060820613207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6938509970400956163/posts/default/7715631060820613207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sigiesstories.blogspot.com/2008/06/exciting-saturday-morning.html' title='EXCITING SATURDAY MORNING'/><author><name>Sigie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02290222939344991715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6938509970400956163.post-1610666220008185607</id><published>2008-06-26T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T19:11:09.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad's Doctors Appointment Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993399;"&gt;We went to Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Fishman's&lt;/span&gt; office today to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;futher&lt;/span&gt; look into dad's kidney condition and he has scheduled dad for an appointment at John C. Lincoln Hospital this coming Monday for a "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Lasic&lt;/span&gt; Renal Scan".  From what the Dr. showed us today there is some kind of blockage in the left kidney in front of the opening of the tube that passes the urine to the bladder, your kidneys are like a filter that cleanses the blood so that you system does not get toxic. Apparently his kidneys are not doing what they are supposed to do.  They will inject some kind of dye and go up through the tube to see what that is or if it is really a blockage or some kind of growth etc. We will be relieved to find out what this is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993399;"&gt;Other than that little adventure today it has been a rather nice day.  Very dark and cloudy South East of us with rain etc. and we sure would like to experience some of that weather over this way.  There was thunder and lighting last night but again it was South East and South West of us. We could hear the thunder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993399;"&gt;Monsoon weather in Arizona is so exciting to see all the lighting, hear the thunder, feel,see and hear the rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993399;"&gt;Tonight is Natalie's shower at the Steel home.  Have a lovely evening Nat'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;It is rather warm at this moment like 103 degrees so I am going to get some dessert of pineapple and orange sherbet with vanilla ice cream, diced bananas and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;strawberries&lt;/span&gt; all mixed up together.  So refreshingly cool, sweet and delicious.  This was the dessert that I served last night when we had Arlene and Ronda Reading for dinner.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Dear, dear&lt;/span&gt; friends from Torrance.  We have know each other for 50 plus years.  Our kids grew up together, birthday parties, swim parties, eating meals together etc. What a fun evening we had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;reminiscing about old times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Larry Bird in the Torrance Stake Presidency said they are planning a 50 year reuion next year.  How fun that will be to see all your old friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Off to get me and dad some dessert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6938509970400956163-1610666220008185607?l=sigiesstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sigiesstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1610666220008185607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6938509970400956163&amp;postID=1610666220008185607' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6938509970400956163/posts/default/1610666220008185607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6938509970400956163/posts/default/1610666220008185607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sigiesstories.blogspot.com/2008/06/dads-doctors-appointment-today.html' title='Dad&apos;s Doctors Appointment Today'/><author><name>Sigie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02290222939344991715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6938509970400956163.post-8477376135597701503</id><published>2008-05-23T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T16:10:36.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Beautiful Day In Arizona</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Today is so nice and cool as it was 110 on Monday and Tuesday of this week. Plus we have had some rain and a little thunder.  It rained very hard yesterday in Mesa when Ward and I were at the Church Cannery and on the way home.  It is so nice to know that we have food items that the church provides us to purchase to keep the Prophets commandments to be prepared food wise, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;financally&lt;/span&gt; wise and Spiritual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Lisa called me early this morning and asked me if I wanted to go with her to Mesa to pick up the bridesmaids skirts.  What a beautiful Wedding Dress and Bridesmaid dress store.  We were just amazed how beautiful every dress was.  Here we are hundreds of miles away from the wedding party and Lisa and I go to pick up what the brides needs for her bridesmaids. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;What fun we had this morning. We called Cindy a couple of times while we in the store because they did not have the skirts under Cindy Duffy's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;name and&lt;/span&gt; everyone was a little confused.  While we were standing at the counter, Donna called and everything got straightened out.  The sales girls and us just had a good laugh.  On the way home we stopped in Tempe and we got our special hot dog at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Weinerschnitzel&lt;/span&gt;.  We savored every bite.  My favorite one is just chili with onions.  So so delicious.  We thought of you Cindy when we ate them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Ward and I canned our rice today.  It is the short grain rice which is like sticky rice.  It reminded me of my childhood and of the rice my mother used to cook with milk and then put butter and cinnamon on it.  It tasted pretty good.  Those were hard times in my life as it was during World War II and food was rationed and that was a staple in our home and that rice served all of us well.  Ward was telling me that in there home they lived on a 100 lbs of pinto beans that they brought from Prairie City, Oregon to California and that is what they shared and ate with his maternal grandparents, aunts and uncles in Sierra &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Madre&lt;/span&gt;, California during the war. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I need to write about my father,  But will do it hopefully a little later today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6938509970400956163-8477376135597701503?l=sigiesstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sigiesstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8477376135597701503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6938509970400956163&amp;postID=8477376135597701503' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6938509970400956163/posts/default/8477376135597701503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6938509970400956163/posts/default/8477376135597701503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sigiesstories.blogspot.com/2008/05/beautiful-day-in-arizona.html' title='A Beautiful Day In Arizona'/><author><name>Sigie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02290222939344991715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6938509970400956163.post-1950592842999915707</id><published>2008-04-22T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T11:15:50.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mother</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Mothers Name is Wilhelmina (Minnie) Giesewski Abramowski Brown. She was born in Selbongen, East Prussia Germany in May of 1912. Everybody knew her as Minnie, but her family called her Mienku. She had a twin sister, named Anna, who only lived for 4 days as my grandmother was severely sick with tuberculosis. My grandmother died when my mother was only 4 years old and her father died when she was 14 of a massive heart attack. She told me that they ran outside in the snow to get it to put it on his chest but when they got back in the house he was dead. My grandfather Giesewski was a highway engineer. He was a very wealthy man. My mother was born with TB and had been sick most of her growing up years until she was seventeen. She had been in and out of sanitariums during those&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;years and family members were fighting over who would be taking care of her when she was little because they wanted my grandfather's money. Finally my grandfather's sister Wilhelmina Piotrowski said "enough!", that she would be in charge and take&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;care of my mother. And she did. She taught my mother everything she knew about housekeeping, laundry, cooking. My mother even tied her sheets, pillow cases and towels in ribbons, she ironed everything even underwear. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My mother came to America in 1930 through the Pananma Canal and landed in San Pedro California. Her sister Amelia (Aunt Molly) and&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;her husband Uncle Fred Dellenbach sponsored her to come to America.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She was 18 years old.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A special quality about my mother is that she was a hard worker, she was never idle. She loved working in her yard and won several awards for having the most beautiful landscaped yard when we lived in Westchester, which is a suburb of Los Angeles&lt;/em&gt;. She also did a lot of hand work, crocheting, embroidery as she would watch &lt;em&gt;television and even before we had television.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;She loved to can fruit, chicken etc. She taught me many great and wonderful things even when she was so sick in bed as I was growing up. Her hands were busy even up until the time she passed away. One of my mother's traditions that is still being carried on by my daughter, Cindy, and my niece, Jennifer, and by myself, are her crocheted potholders and her Streusel Kuchen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;One of the things she would tell us children when we would fight or have an argument, was to love one another and that the day would come when we would cry for each other because we would not live close together and we would miss each other and we would want to take away the hurt if one of us was sick or having a problem. Another phrase she would always say was "ach du meine gita!" which means "oh my gosh!" in English, and "If you would be so kind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;She always wore a dress, nylons, shoes and an apron, and always had a hankey or kleenex in her apron pocket. I guess to wipe away our running noses. She loved fashion and was very clean on herself, but we did not have a lot of money as we were living in a time of the 2nd world war. She knew how to save and make a dollar stretch. She was a good wife and mother always striving to do the right thing for her family. We have a very different taste in shoes and I never liked her choice of shoes even in her later life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6938509970400956163-1950592842999915707?l=sigiesstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sigiesstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1950592842999915707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6938509970400956163&amp;postID=1950592842999915707' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6938509970400956163/posts/default/1950592842999915707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6938509970400956163/posts/default/1950592842999915707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sigiesstories.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-mother.html' title='My Mother'/><author><name>Sigie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02290222939344991715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6938509970400956163.post-4054154093002658555</id><published>2008-04-09T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T10:57:54.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little About me</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I was born in January on a very cold and wintery day in South Gate California. The water pipes froze in the Los Angeles area at that time. I born premature and only weighed 4 lbs. They put mason jars filled with warm water in my bassinet to keep me warm. I was born into a very loving and happy family. My parents were immegrants from Germany. They both came here because of their love of the Gospel and THE CHURCH OF JESUS CHRIST OF LATTERDAY SAINTS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;At the time of my birth I had an older brother Rodney, who was 2 years old at that time. I had sleep apnea for almost 3 months and my dad would hold me all night when he came home from work because he was always afraid that I would not breath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;We lived in a spanish style house and I remember we had a wooden booth in our kitchen that was really high in the back and a wood table in the center which I can still see in my mind. It was painted a light green. This booth always seemed so cozy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I especially remember that on Saturday's we would always go down to Brooklyn Avenue where the Jewish markets were and my parents would buy fresh herring and bring it home and my dad would pickle it and we would have pickled herring and boiled new potatoe with butter that night. And Saturdays where always the days we got ready for Sunday. Hair was washed and curled, shoes were polished everyone had a bath etc. My mom would roll are hair in these metal curlers and then we would ave to sit by the open oven door to dry our hair a little before we went to bed. My sister Rita and I really did not like sleeping on those curlers, they hurt you head a little but when we finally fell asleep we didn't notice them anymore. You just had to get your head comfortable on the pillow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6938509970400956163-4054154093002658555?l=sigiesstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sigiesstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4054154093002658555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6938509970400956163&amp;postID=4054154093002658555' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6938509970400956163/posts/default/4054154093002658555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6938509970400956163/posts/default/4054154093002658555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sigiesstories.blogspot.com/2008/04/little-about-me.html' title='A Little About me'/><author><name>Sigie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02290222939344991715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6938509970400956163.post-6299071649958667490</id><published>2008-04-09T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T10:26:54.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Look</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;How do you like my new look.  Cindy has been on the phone with me helping me learn how to do different things on my blog.  I love it and I love her.  I love this picture because of the winding paths and the colors of the flowers the purples, white, and the pinks.  It reminds me of our curved driveway in Torrance with our big pots of Impatiens lining the driveway.  We also had them on our patio in the backyard.  They were always so beautiful plus the smell of our gardenia bush by the back door.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6938509970400956163-6299071649958667490?l=sigiesstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sigiesstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6299071649958667490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6938509970400956163&amp;postID=6299071649958667490' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6938509970400956163/posts/default/6299071649958667490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6938509970400956163/posts/default/6299071649958667490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sigiesstories.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-look.html' title='New Look'/><author><name>Sigie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02290222939344991715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6938509970400956163.post-5350977003226949138</id><published>2008-04-08T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T21:02:34.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Compassionate Service</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I am Compassionate Service Leader in our Ward and today has been one of those days of service for one of the sister's in our Ward.  You are always happy and have such a peace within yourself when you are in the service of others.  We brought Maribeth home with us after her procedure as she was still groggy and dizzy from the anethsia so we let her sleep and when she woke up for a short time I fixed her a chocolate shake and a piece of toast and then she went back to sleep.  During the time she slept I worked on my day planner as I have neglected it for a couple of months and needed to put in my activities, appointments, birthdays etc.  Later in the afternoon Ward went and picked up Makean from school and Lisa came over with a hamburger and fries for Makean's after school snack, what a sweetheart she is. Maribeths husband James, came later and we had dinner which was chili, crackers, bread, cheese and a tossed green salad and some homemade freezer Marionberry Jam.  It was soooo good.  That is the jam was goooood!  Hope I can get some more Marionberries this year to make some more jam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has gone home now and I am going to clean up the kitchen and get ready for bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6938509970400956163-5350977003226949138?l=sigiesstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sigiesstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5350977003226949138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6938509970400956163&amp;postID=5350977003226949138' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6938509970400956163/posts/default/5350977003226949138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6938509970400956163/posts/default/5350977003226949138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sigiesstories.blogspot.com/2008/04/compassionate-service.html' title='Compassionate Service'/><author><name>Sigie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02290222939344991715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6938509970400956163.post-6669725902120082876</id><published>2008-04-08T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T20:35:29.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Morning With Maribeth Lee</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It has been some very tense days the last 2 weeks as we have been with Maribeth in emergency and taking her to several doctors to see why she has so much pain in her stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We picked her up at 9:00am this morning and took her to Dr. Wells for and Endoscopy. Everything is okay in her stomach but she has to have her gallbaldder removed. It is very sick. So here we go again. She will meet with the surgeons next week and they will decide when to do the surgery. We brought her home with us as there is no one home at her house and she is still groggy from the anthesia. Ward will pick up her son from school later this afternoon and bring him here for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday daddy finally fixed my kitchen drawer that had been broken for about 3 weeks and it works wonderfully. I am so happy. He did such a great job! Thanks dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got an e-mail form Timmy and he is doing great at BYU. He has a girlfriend named Sarah and she is half Indian and half white. She is from New Mexico. He spent time with his dad on his birthday and said he really enjoyed that time with him. Greg is in Alaska now taking care of all his projects there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ward just came in from trimming the tree in front of the house as the braches are getting really heavy with leaves and we don't want them to break when the monsoon winds come as the winds are very strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is such a beautiful day. Just the right temperature and a little breeze. I do miss the wind that we always had when we lived in Torrance. It was always so refreshing and cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conference was wonderful as usual and President Monson and President Ucthdorf both know my family on Mamu Minnie's side and Daddo Kurt's side. Some of the member's in Mamu's family are written in President Monson's journals about his associations with them and other German Saints when he would go to Germany. Loved President Hollands talk. He made it very clear to everyone, members and non-members who were listening to conference about what we believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;President Monson is such a wonderful man. I remember being with him and President Hinckly in the Los Angeles Temple when I escorted them in the elevator up to the assembly room when they came to talk to all the temple workers during a Christmas devotional. They made you feel so special, such kindness and love for everyone. Ward was Presidnet Monson's sister's hometeacher for several years in Torrance California. She was not active and Ward asked President Monson what can we could do for her and he said, just love her. Such a love that he had for his sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also saw Wayne VanTassell in the choir. He still looks great even with his gray hair and more filled out, as we all do as we get older. Cindy, be sure and tell him hello for me and dad when you e-mail him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristin has been very sick with that virus that we all have had. She went to Urgent Care yesterday and she has an ear infection, sinus infection and cough. This virus is really bad this year and the antibiotics don't seem to clear is up very fast. I wonder if this came over from Asia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have made almost 100 hats for the Humanitarium Center. They are so pretty and some are so cute that I almost want to keep them all but know that there are those in very cold countries that can use them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6938509970400956163-6669725902120082876?l=sigiesstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sigiesstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6669725902120082876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6938509970400956163&amp;postID=6669725902120082876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6938509970400956163/posts/default/6669725902120082876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6938509970400956163/posts/default/6669725902120082876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sigiesstories.blogspot.com/2008/04/busy-morning-with-maribeth-lee.html' title='Busy Morning With Maribeth Lee'/><author><name>Sigie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02290222939344991715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6938509970400956163.post-4060153015206556254</id><published>2008-03-30T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T16:50:35.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It Works!</title><content type='html'>Mom--I got it to work.  So you're up and going again.  Call me and I'll walk you through it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, C&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6938509970400956163-4060153015206556254?l=sigiesstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sigiesstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4060153015206556254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6938509970400956163&amp;postID=4060153015206556254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6938509970400956163/posts/default/4060153015206556254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6938509970400956163/posts/default/4060153015206556254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sigiesstories.blogspot.com/2008/03/it-works.html' title='It Works!'/><author><name>Sigie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02290222939344991715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6938509970400956163.post-4518789901284833770</id><published>2008-03-21T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T19:47:18.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A very Warm Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It has been several days since I have written anything on my blog.  It is very warm today 85 degrees.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have stayed inside for most of the day and have been making orange juice with the oranges Bob and Gwen brought us on Sunday. Gwen suggested that I put the juice in ice cube trays and freeze it and use in juices during the summer. What a great idea. The juice is so sweet and refreshing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out and did some watering and pulled some weeds here and there in the backyard. So much to do out there. Need to find am easier way to take care of things. But it so nice to see all the blossoms and new green leaves budding on all the plants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have my big Easter Bunny sitting in my flower pot with pink and white flowers by the front door and my Bunny Trail sign in the flower pot by the front pillar, yellow and blue &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hydrangeas&lt;/span&gt; flower pots along the walkway.  Very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Eastery!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received a call today from my good friend Norma Carpenter as she moved to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Denton&lt;/span&gt;, Texas in January and when she went to church she met some of the Missionaries that Tim was over when he was Zone Leader. They told her that they really like Tim and was surprised that she knew his grandmother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got the pictures made for Roberta and mailed them off to her today.  She should get them either Monday or Tuesday of next week.&lt;br /&gt;Daddy had fun trying to make copies but he was on a time limit as he had HP assignments to take care of and he thought he didn't do a real great job. But he did his best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY EASTER AND LOVE TO ALL OUR FAMILIES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6938509970400956163-4518789901284833770?l=sigiesstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sigiesstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4518789901284833770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6938509970400956163&amp;postID=4518789901284833770' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6938509970400956163/posts/default/4518789901284833770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6938509970400956163/posts/default/4518789901284833770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sigiesstories.blogspot.com/2008/03/very-warm-friday.html' title='A very Warm Friday'/><author><name>Sigie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02290222939344991715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6938509970400956163.post-93540670207233465</id><published>2008-03-15T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T21:32:36.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's News</title><content type='html'>Here it is Saturday already, and so much to do before Sunday. Did not get back to blogging yesterday as I had to take care of a sick family in our Ward. Lisa made a tortilla chicken casserole and I made the beans, spanish rice, and brownies for dessert. Ward and I took the dinner over to the Lee family as Lisa did not know where they lived, they are such a sweet family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Went through all my negatives and found the ones of grama and grampa Ward, Their 50th Wedding Anniverary picture, the music store picture and some other pictures that Roberta will love to have of her Dad. We will take them to Costco to have them developed on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ward did the laundry while I went grocery shopping. Boy are groceries ever getting expensive! I think I will start shopping at FOOD for LESS or at the DOLLAR STORE, and start grinding wheat to make bread like I used to do in Torrance. Also the price of gas is absolutely out of control. Guess these are some of the signs that are to come in the last days where everything is out of control not only prices but style of dress, immorality, wickedness of men, the weather changes etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Went to Costco to get my Thai Mangosteen, a good cancer fighting drink. It has been a great help for me. Then went to Lisa's for dinner as she was having the Missionaries for dinner and Craig was not going to be home at that time and she could not have the Missionaries there unless someone else was with her in her home as those are Missionary rules. The dinner was excellent as always. She had roasted potatoes with rosemary and garlic, barbequed pork tenderloin and chicken, tossed green salad and cherry pie for dessert. The weather has been just beautiful today but we are supposed to get rain tonight and tomorrow but there are no clouds and no sign of rain as yet. Aunti Tia called this morning about 8:30 and said the weather in Wrightwood was just as beautiful and then she called me about 1:30 in the afternoon and said , you won't believe this, it is snowing and very very cold. So you just never know how fast the weather can change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Lisa picked up Kristin at the airport last night as she had been in Ohio for the Company she works for "Discover Card" and then Clint came and picked her up at Lisa's house. Good cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Part one of my childhood in Germany. It started in March of 1939, that is when Germany was starting World War ll. My father "Kurt" his Uncle in Germany wrote him a letter asking him to come to Germany and take over his meat business. My father was not real sure if he wanted to go, so he talked it over with my mother "Minnie" and they decided that my mother should go with us 3 children, my brother Rodney age 5, my sister Rita age 9 months, and myself Sigrid age 2 1/2 to see if that is what she wanted to do. To live in Germany and if she did, and could find a place for them to live they would go back. My mother was only 27 years old at the time. So we sailed to Germany on not a very large ship. I believe we arrived in Denmark first I'm not quite sure. When we arrived in Koenigsburg, East Prussia, Germany which is now, owned by Russia. We went to stay with my father parents, Mina and Emil Abramowski in their apartment. We were their for a couple of weeks when my grandmother told my mother that she had to take us children and herself to her own village and her people as she did not have enough ration stamps to feed us. So my mother got passage on the train for the 4 of us to Selbognen, which is in the country and was also in East Prussia, Germany which now, is owned now by Poland. We were their for sometime when my mother received a telegram from my grandmother Mina telling her that she had to come back to Koenigsburg and be there by 2:00 PM on Tuesday as the police and the Nazi's wanted to question her about being in Germany. They thought that my mother was a spy and that us children were not her's and that she was not married to my father who was in America. They questioned her for several days tearing the lining out her coat and other things. While she was gone, the Mormon Missionaries, Elder Karl Gertsch and Elder Jason Nordgren would walk by my mother and take us children by the hand and whistle the song "Do What Is Right". They would watch for my mother when she would start to return to my grandparents and then they would walk by her and they would whistle the song again and they would give us children back to her. They could not talked to her as the Missionaries through out Germany were being watched. They also used their ration stamps to feed us children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is getting late and I am a little tired to I will finish this hopefully tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6938509970400956163-93540670207233465?l=sigiesstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sigiesstories.blogspot.com/feeds/93540670207233465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6938509970400956163&amp;postID=93540670207233465' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6938509970400956163/posts/default/93540670207233465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6938509970400956163/posts/default/93540670207233465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sigiesstories.blogspot.com/2008/03/todays-news.html' title='Today&apos;s News'/><author><name>Sigie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02290222939344991715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6938509970400956163.post-505297279414902746</id><published>2008-03-14T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T09:23:35.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday</title><content type='html'>Cindy called me this morning and read me the story about Uncle Horst and Tanta Helga about being in Germany during the 2nd World War.  I started telling her about when I was a little girl and that I was in Germany when the war was just starting and she told me that I need to write about that time in my life.  I will continue this story a little later on in the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6938509970400956163-505297279414902746?l=sigiesstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sigiesstories.blogspot.com/feeds/505297279414902746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6938509970400956163&amp;postID=505297279414902746' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6938509970400956163/posts/default/505297279414902746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6938509970400956163/posts/default/505297279414902746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sigiesstories.blogspot.com/2008/03/friday.html' title='Friday'/><author><name>Sigie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02290222939344991715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6938509970400956163.post-3064928469782761832</id><published>2008-03-14T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T09:06:28.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi I'm Starting My Blog</title><content type='html'>Good morning everyone.  Cindy is on the phone with me getting me started on my blog.  Wish me luck that I will be able to start keeping a journal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6938509970400956163-3064928469782761832?l=sigiesstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sigiesstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3064928469782761832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6938509970400956163&amp;postID=3064928469782761832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6938509970400956163/posts/default/3064928469782761832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6938509970400956163/posts/default/3064928469782761832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sigiesstories.blogspot.com/2008/03/hi-im-starting-my-blog.html' title='Hi I&apos;m Starting My Blog'/><author><name>Sigie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02290222939344991715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
