Digital Memories

One day, ancestors will wonder something and be able to find the answers they crave. With today's media hoarding and the digitization of records, information will be there to exam. It is such a shame that we do not know the stories of our ancestors and how they lived. We are piecing it together as a society, but as of now, it is  just fragments and speculation. The stories my Oma used to tell me, was of a time that was beginning to record the events of the day. Today everyone has their phones out recording life. I have been that person taking pictures of life. Can't even imagine what I would have done had I had a Phone that took digital photos. Movies! You could have your memories forever. The way someone spoke. The things I remember only in my mind.

Someone recorded his Grandmother cooking "her" meals and telling everyone how she made her family favorites all the while telling stories of her past. I also found one called Cooking with Oma and she cooked some Goulash that made me think of my own childhood. My Oma was the cook in the family. She was a typical German cook. Minus the spaetzel.  Somehow we didn't have that. We had boiled potatoes as our main side dish with meals. Anyway, this woman sounds very much like my Oma and I tear up anytime I think about it when I watch it. The other videos are called Cooking with Clara. Cooking during the Depression.

Cooking with Clara

https://youtu.be/DuMkW35BwK8

The videos of Cooking with Oma

https://youtu.be/hpHY0t7dYRE?list=PLwfp9p93a6TRr6No0sLO4F5vuLc7e62ih

(Apparently, these links do not work, but if you right click it says something to the effect, Go To and viola!)

And here is a picture of My Oma making dinner. She would hate that I am sharing this photo on the internet. It is not her best look, but of course I love it. We had such a neat kitchen back then. I wasn't crazy about all the brown in it, but for the time it was Nifty. Okay, I guess I'm okay with it now. It was certainly better than the Avocado  or Gold appliances back then.
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This Getting Older Thing, Has Got To Change

Funny thing about getting older. The feeling that you are running out of time starts hinting around your head. The feeling that the future is bright seems somewhat less shiny. and things like a quarter of a century whiz by at a lightening  pace.  My daughters 26th birthday was today . My favorite years of my life was being an active parent to her and her brother. I feel my role as parent is finished since I have done everything possible to prepare them for the adulthood they are living. I can say I did the best I can and the end result seems even better than I expected. I hope for success in what ever they pursue. One lesson they taught me was no matter what I wanted for them, that their dream is stronger. Willfulness seems to be a strong virtue. Listening to what my elders said to me, well, I had my own ideas. Of course, I should have listened to my elders. My career has rewarded me and cursed me. A never ending list of things to accomplish most days. Some days I think I really am terrible at my job, even though I have done my job for 39 years. When I think about doing this 6 months shy of 40 years. It hits me how much time has gone by. Like I hit a brick wall.

Mostly when I think of how I am changing the most, is my want to get things done list and the desire to actually get the things done. Not to mention, getting the said things done requires more energy and did I mention motivation? Of course it does not help that I am lugging around more weight than I need to be lugging around. No thanks to my broken metabolism. As hot as I am temperature wise, you would think something is burning calories in there. As much as I am active around the house, you would think I could lose some pounds here and there. I even went to the gym and started going regularly and still nothing. Not even the increased stamina. Of course, perhaps I should go back to my doctor so she can not believe any of my attempts of trying to lose my starvation pillow, aka my food baby. Any way. I only wish I did not get hungry so I can live without the food that I apparently do not need.

Enough of this weird entry/ almost like a diary entry. I am convinced no one reads this so I feel safe.
My positive vibes get lost sometimes and I need to refocus and see only the positive . Peace out.

Now for something Completely Different

Not that this blog has gone places, cause it hasn't, I feel I may take this and turn it into something that also includes more of my life and interests. Through the decades I have had many hobbies and interests. It did kind of start with Barbie and my need for her to have things for her imaginary house. My mother had a sewing machine and the next thing I knew was learning to sew. I come by it honestly. My Great grandmother in Bernburg sewed and my mother learned to be a seamstress in Germany. She didn't use her skills to make a living, but I did watch how she sewed and then watched how my playmates mother sewed her daughters clothing. Between both of them, I learned to construct my own clothing, and clothing for my youngest sister. Some of the stuff was garbage, but we'll call them learning experiences.

My mothers style and the clothes that were popular in the seventies fueled the desire to construct my own clothing. I made mostly blouses, but also made skirts, pants, outfits. Most of the items turned out really good and I found my way to make things cheaper than what I found. Mostly it was a way to fit me too, since I always was a tad heavier for the norm of the day. And taller. Now it is nothing to find clothes that actually fit, if places carry that size. I suppose sewing was my first hobby. It evolved into doing embroidery, and then somehow everyone was doing cross stitch, in which I made several works of art for my walls. My love of Barbie furniture turned into creating things in miniature. 1 to 12 scale. Still have all that stuff. As my daughter grew up and it was time for Barbie and American Girl, I was able to make things that I loved. These hobbies have sustained me. I find now though I am having a difficult time finding things to do that I love. I do not like to just make things without a reason and for this I am sad. Hopefully one day I'll have a reason to feel motivated again.