Monday, June 25, 2018

Berrying and Kicking off Canning Season

 This week we started picking our own blueberries. Not too many yet as our bushes are still babies.
We went to our local orchard to pick tart cherries.  I told the kiddos that we needed to pick 20 lbs.  Their is a price discount, under 20lbs is 3.99 a pound and over 20 lbs is 2.99 a pound. 



The trees were FULL of cherries and we picked about 30 lbs without any trouble. 
We also went to Amish country to see what kinds of produce they already have available. The prices are so much better than anywhere around here and we always have so much fun with our friends. 
  Amish buggy going through the drive through at the ice cream store.



 
The Amish produce market had beautiful cauliflower, zucchini, rhubarb, and new potatoes.  We came home loaded with produce and plants... and with bellies full of homemade ice cream.
Over the next couple nights I got the cherries and rhubarb all jammed and canned. I made cherry chutney, rhubarb jam, cherry pie filling, and cherry jam -- 36 jars.
I have been reading/using recipes from this great Amish canning book.  She says that most Amish families can 1,000 or more jars for their pantries.  I have a goal to do at least 500 jars this year.  I am especially excited to use my new pressure canner so that I can have soups, beans, and meat stored as well.

Sunday, June 24, 2018

Eight Kids for Seven Days

Our friends, the W family, had an opportunity to go to Sweden together (as a couple) for a work trip.  I said "carpe diem!" and I will watch your kids.  So they went and we had a wild week of fun at home. It started with another day of downpours, mud, and a pop-up pond. 

 
 

 
 Everything is more fun with your besties.
 Their was time for reading jokes to each other...
 And playing "Exploding Kittens"
 And building long car tracks...

 LOTs of car tracks
And even a well timed hatching of ducklings that everyone was able to watch together. 




 They built with legos.
 Took care of farm animals
 Held goslings.

 And we even had a campfire and roasted marshmallows.
 I was just telling hubby the other night how glad I am to have the W family in our lives.  Their kids are teaching my kids some wonderful things about birds and plants. They love the same kind of "farm" projects and crafting.  They have good imaginations and work well together as a team.  And the W kids are boisterous, fearless, and energetic which helps give my more reserved kiddos a space and freedom in which to be more wild and bold too.
 Wonderful friends. We are so lucky to have them.

When it rains, it pours: Wet springtime weather and injuries

The week before our family reunion was rather hectic with preparing the house for 16 extra residents. I did a lot of spring cleaning (deep cleaning) type projects.  I had a good plan and was right on schedule, but then we had two trips to the ER and of course that changed things. 
First brother S fell at the ice skating rink and had to get stitches. 
 Then about 36 hours later miss L spiked a high fever and Tylenol did not seem to be touching it.  She had just had a tick bite a few days before and I thought she might have Lyme disease. Luckily, the Lyme test came back negative and she was much better the next day. 
We had a lot of rain this spring - it was the wettest May on record.  The kids played in the rain and in our pop-up pond a lot.




 Our first 3 guinea fowl hatched. We tried to help two others, but they did not make it.

 


Family Schooling Adventures: Oakley Cabin

We attended a history lesson at Oakley cabin and learned a lot about what medical care in Montgomery County would have been like right after the Civil War.
 This gentleman was re-enacting a day in the life of the county doctor, Dr. Stonestreet, and told stories based on historical records. He talked about his work treating farm injuries and what medical supplies would have looked like back then.  I did not know that sterile pre-packaged bandages started being sold around the end of the civil war.  He had some real antique ones to show us. 
 He talked about the herbs that the doctor would have used to make salves and poultices.
    He showed the kids how "pills" would have been made by the doctor back then.
 Mrs. Margruder continued the re-enactment with a lesson on the types of home remedies that most people would have used back then. They only called the doctor for serious cases of illness and injury. 
 The kids made sachets of herbs with her.
 Inside the cabin we heard stories about the recently emancipated slaves that would have lived there. 
 

  They had games from that time period for the kids to play afterward.

 
Here is a blurb on the cabin from the county's website: 
Oakley Cabin was originally part of the Oakley Farm, which occupied a portion of Colonel Richard Brooke’s large land tract known as “Addition to Brooke Grove.” Brooke was a Revolutionary War hero known as “the Fighting Quaker.” He built the “big house” called Oakley in 1764, which was destroyed in the 1970s.
Brooke died in 1788 and willed all of his property to his only child, Ann, who later married William Hammond Dorsey. They had five children. Like her father, Ann and William never lived on the Oakley Farm. Instead, William built their home, Dumbarton Oaks, in Georgetown. When Ann died in 1802, William sold all of his Georgetown property and moved to Oakley, where he died in 1818. The Dorseys’ son, Richard B. Dorsey, transformed Oakley into a farm, on which his 23 slaves worked.
Dr. William Bowie Margruder bought Oakley farm in 1836. A local doctor to both white and black families, Margruder owned 19 slaves to help farm the land. Prior to 1879, two more cabins were built on the property, though neither remain. After Dr. Margruder died in 1873, Josiah J. Hutton purchased the farm.
According to census records from 1880 to 1920, between 22 and 37 people lived in the three cabins. The residents were both black and white, and worked as farm laborers, carpenters, blacksmiths, and laundresses. They likely shared household tasks and sold produce and hand-made articles to travelers on the Brookeville Road. The cross-section of cultures found here is representative of the unique African-American folk experience.