Pinterest - My online bits and pieces

As a lil' girl, my Dad would bring home cigar boxes from the liquor store that I used for all types of things. Believe it or not, we actually used to take them to school to use as our pencil boxes. I always kept the lil' trinkets in my cigar box that meant so much to me..........a shooter marble, my skate key, a needle to air up my basketball, my jacks. My box looked very similar to Scout's box in To Kill a Mockingbird. In all these years since I was young, my desire to have collections has only persisted. I have a collection of recipes in a ceramic box I made when I was first married; my antique buttons and bits of antique lace rest serenly in a mason jar with a satin padded top for my pins; my favorite photos are in a faded hat box lined with a soft cotton floral material. When my mind reaches far back to those special and warm moments that sustain me, I always think about my collections.

Pinterest has become my virtual cigar box...................on my board are pictures, concepts and recipes that make me happy when I view them. When I first pull up my page and I see all the neat new things others have found to share, I feel like a kid in a candy store, and I gaze through all the pictures and become inspired. It's silly really! Right??

I do not worry about how many people repin my finds or how many are following me. This new obsession is for me. I never repin something unless the original page opens. In this way, I feel that the inspiration for the photo is available and not merely just passed along like a rumor. When I am looking for inspiration for a project or recipe, I often start with pinterest and then onto google. I get a bit dizzy when I pin something instead of repinning.

Many of friends and colleagues tell me they just cannot figure out how pinterest works and have no desire to try it. Laughingly, I think back to elementary school when I would have my cigar box of treasure that I would take out during recess. There were not always many other girls who wanted to play make-believe with my treasured items.

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Eggnog French Toast

~Eggnog French Toast Casserole~ Update: this has been a very busy post, viewed almost daily and consistently since it's original publication. I would love to hear about anyone's attempts at making this Eggnog French Toast. copied from Women of Faith daily newsletter This recipe sounds so amazing. I wondered if this was the casserole that Jessica and Rachel ended up rolling around in on the floor in The Family Stone . A little digging revealed that instead, it is actually Breakfast Strata which sounds equally appealling. I did not like the movie, The Family Stone. Maybe it was too realistic. Maybe I was hoping for something more whimsical and hopeful. I have tried a couple times since my initial viewing to watch it, but I cannot bring myself to sit through it. Eggnog French Toast Casserole A make-ahead breakfast perfect for Christmas morning! 1 loaf French Bread 8 oz. Cream Cheese 10 Eggs 2 cups Eggnog ¼ teaspoon Nutmeg 1 Tablespoon Cinnamon Slice a

Mitchells in the Revolutionary War

The next line I tackled was the Mitchell family. My great grandmother was Artha B Mitchell (1883 - 1977). I can barely remember her. I was ten years old when she died. She was the daughter of Francis Marion Mitchell (1855 - 1904). It is Francis's grandfather, Andrew Mitchell, Jr. (1760 - 1824) who served in the Revolutionary War. It is truly a story worthy of legend. Andrew was one of 3 sons born to Irish immigrants Andrew and Mary (McGowan) Mitchell. The young family came to the colonies in 1752. They began their journey in a Scottish - Irish community in Eastern Pennsylvania before migrating to Orange County, North Carolina. Besides the boys, Andrew and Mary had 2 daughters, Margaret and Nancy. At the time of the Revolution, my 5th great grandfather, Andrew, Jr was just starting his family. He had married Mary Tate in 1781. He was in service but took furlough to be with his ill wife. This information is documented in a a hand written SAR application by Andrew's

Revolutionary War beginnigns

With the 4th of July only a couple days away, I thought I'd spend some time visiting with the family and share some of our family heritage. As the United States turns 236 years old this week, thinking about those unique ancestors who risked so much to bring about the American independence takes me back to Virginia, North / South Carolina and Maryland and the original 13 colonies. We all get so wrapped up in our lives that we forget to honor the past; or, as is often the case, families are unaware of the past. Technology opens the coffins of complacency and sweeps away the dust of indifference. I love learning about my ancestors. They are some unique individuals who lived life in another time and place but who are still present in our genetics. Think about it...........the same DNA that existed in a person 236 years ago is chronicled in my own DNA. It is almost like a message left in a bottle...........all I have to do is open the bottle. Our collective written history is no

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