Welcome To Sarah's Attic Of Treasures. This is a special place where I share what is important to me. What I hope will bring a smile to your face. I am a Child Of God. A Wife. I am Also an Angel Mom. I share what makes me happy. Things I need to do. I share Christian Blogs and Bible Studies constantly. Making My Home A Haven is important to me. So I will have a number of posts about housewives and homemaking. Recipes and food. Gardening. This is a treasure chest of goodies. So take a seat. Have a glass of tea and enjoy. You will learn all about who I am and Our Neck Of The Woods.
Originally posted on Because I Can. http://becauseicanblog.com/2015/02/23/the-female-gaze/
I’ve been thinking a lot this week about the female gaze and why it is so unarticulated in our society. I’ve been thinking about how our lives, as women, are so dominated…
From Sarah: I really enjoyed this post.
I’ve been thinking a lot this week about the female gaze and why it is so unarticulated in our society. I’ve been thinking about how our lives, as women, are so dominated by the male gaze that it is almost beyond articulation. It is so pervasive that we almost forget that we have the ability to gaze right back.
It is starting to edge its way into our consciousness, as the Fifty Shades of Grey movie is framed with a woman’s gaze in mind. Allegedly, it is made for her viewing pleasure, and the conversation is extending into female-friendly porn, in which the focus of attention is not only on the pleasure the woman is receiving, but on the beauty of the man who is delivering it.
But from the onset of puberty – and let’s face it, some time before that, if we’re honest – women are raised to be…
From Sarah: I love all different kinds of soups… There is just something comforting about homemade soup. http://withthegrains.com/2015/03/11/a-plentiful-pot-of-roasted-tomato-root-vegetable-soup/
Originally posted here on March 23, 2015. I have learned a lot since then.
A Plentiful Pot of Roasted Tomato & Root Vegetable Soup
A plentiful pot of soup is like a return to your childhood home after many months or years away. Every ingredient, like every quilt, stuffed animal or lingering teen heart-throb poster, tells a story and stirs nostalgia. This soup stirred a few tales.
First, there were friends gathered around our dining room table. The Urban Farmer and I shared our roasted chicken, vegetables, and hearty bread. They shared their heartwarming tales of transforming travels in Peru. That chicken became stock, and that stock became a base for this soup.
There was a long photoshoot. It began with meticulously styled, petite portions of chopped vegetables. It ended with a back seat and a trunk FULL of produce. Those excesses became a warm oven of slow roasting tomatoes, a house that smelled of Italy, and finally, a robust red sauce. That red sauce stirred the cravings for comforting tomato soup.
There was a Valentine’s Day break from reclusive hibernation and a bundled excursion to the butcher shop. The…
A Return to Loveliness. From Sarah:
This was an awesome post. Sharing link’s from last weeks blog party.
What got my attention was the following photo: I knew that face. Tasha Tudor.
What a wonderful lady. What a wonderful legacy she has given us.
It’s been a couple of years now after being diagnosed with another Autoimmune disease Hashimoto’s the autoimmune disease not may Dr.’s or us understand well.
For me it has taken my down a time or two. Eat the wrong thing, or have too much stress ( stress in our life each day can be too much) when you have Hashimoto’s. For some and I am one of them, it can be a mind changing illness and daily…
I shuffled through the darkened house, groggy-faced, with hair tossed like a bad salad. I merged barefoot into the cold boots which were docked by the back patio door, and dawned my old, woolen smoking jacket there, turned up the collar, and stepped outside. It was 5:30 in the blessed morning, a toe nail moon shimmered through cracks in a cloudy veil, and the cold December breeze rustled the cotton fibers of my pajama pants. The world was still, almost abandoned it seemed, in perfect hibernation, whilst pale-blue moonbeams fell silent on crusty snow, and frozen ponds. A lovely time of day, peaceful like early mornings are, and unto which I thus and heartily pandiculated on my patio. Yes, that’s a word. Means to yawn and stretch at the same time. Something, off-hand, it turns out I am very good at come 5:30 in the morning. After that, and…
If your mother has passed, I am sorry. It must be a tough day.
If you are estranged from your mother, I’m sorry. It must be a tough day.
If your mother was abusive, I’m really sorry. It’s a tough day.
If you had the kind of mother that loved you and was there for you, I am happy for you.
If you are a mother and your kids will recognize the day in some way, good for you.
If you have lost a child, you have my sympathy and prayers.
If you have children that could seem to care less, I’m sorry.
I just couldn’t let Mother’s Day go by. Without raining on the parade, I think it is important to remember that it is a not a good day for everyone. Do you know someone who could use a hug or a prayer today?
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My Comment Oh Her post.
Lily, I should have read this YESTERDAY. Or whenever it first came to my attention. But I wasn’t feeling positive about the day. I was in a dark place. The almost uncontrollable teary/moody/bitchy/emotional/Menopausal/Hormone and Grieving rollercoaster I get from time to time. Where I want to yell or scream at Danny (because he’s here and doesn’t say the words I need to hear…Happy Mother’s Day.} Danny is just Danny. If I were to ask him …he would have said them…This Year I decided not to BEG…SO I never heard the words.
Our phone lines were down…Thanks Verizon…..
So I couldn’t call My Dad. (Mom died less than a year ago). I couldn’t call my sister, my niece…No one.
I didn’t want a stranger to say the words although I almost wish someone had.
I can’t call Bobby. He’s in Heaven.
I had an awesome /magical childhood.
Mother’s Day along with Father’s Day were CELEBRATIONS. All Holidays were.
I kept the traditions up when I left home.
Bobby was awesome.
My mom always sent me a Mother’s Day card. Even after Bobby died. She understood. This year…..No Mother’s Card.
It was the knowing for weeks that I wouldn’t get THAT CARD that hurt. I wouldn’t be able to call her. I wouldn’t be able to hear her voice.
Yet, today : I remember HER. I see her smile.
I remember Bobby.
I rambled here…Again. Sorry.
Thank you for this post. I am sorry you had a rotten childhood….I am so very glad your children have you as their mom. Happy Mother’s Day.
Happy Mother’s Day to all of you.
This is from my Our Neck Of The Woods Facebook Pagehttp://www.facebook.com/sarahsneckofthewoods. Our Life. Lake Kissimmee State Park, Rolling Meadows Ranch and Allen David Broussard Catfish Creek Preserve State Park, Lake Wales, Florida. Where we work, live, play, cry and most of all Love each other.. Come and sit a spell. Danny and I share so much laughter and tears here, working and living here as we do. I needed a place to start downloading pictures I have taken over the years here. I need to write about them. I spend so much time wishing I was still living in Colorado that I forget what I have here. We really have a great life. I’m praying that once we finally get into the Cracker House things will get better-UPDATE- We are in the remodeled State Cracker House and it is better, although there are times I miss the RV. We lived it in for 5 years. It was home. It IS OURS…..I am also posting about Country Life in General and Florida in particular. Danny is a park ranger at Lake Kissimmee State Park. I volunteer there. I am a former teacher who misses being around kids.… I am mom who lost her only son, Bobby 9 years ago. I am a wife. I need to find me again. “Our Neck of the Woods” refers mostly to Rolling Meadows Ranch, were we live. It joins Lake Kissimmee State Park, on one side and Allen David Broussard’s Catfish Creek Preserve State Park on the other. We work mostly at LK and RM.
From Sarah Now. : Our Neck Of The Woods, Is all about Our Life in the last 10 plus years. All about Our area and it’s history. About Life in Florida. It is about Danny and Sarah. Life at or around the park.
Love. Never. Fails..
From Sarah: I want to respond to this post, yet, tonight isn’t really a good time to. Brain is somewhat foggy.
This is a good post about marriage. The day in and day out aspects of living with someone. About still having butterflies.
Yes, I still get Butterflies looking at Danny or sometimes just thinking about him..
I also love Elizabeth’s Title : This Journey I’m On.
Our lives. Our Marriages are Journey’s.
More to come. Sarah
So out of the blue tonight I looked up an old friend on Facebook. I don’t know why. It’s not something I normally do. I’ve lost touch with nearly everyone from my childhood and young adult years, and I only have two Facebook friends that I knew when I was a kid. They both friended me, and I accepted. It’s fine, being updated on their lives, but I have no burning desire to track down everyone I’ve ever known and see what they’re like now. I barely have the energy for current relationships beyond my immediate family- why would I want to connect with people I haven’t seen in years and years?
But I guess I was just curious, even though I wouldn’t have sent a friend request I wanted to know that she was “out there”. And then I ended up finding out that she died of breast cancer…
Now, I have bits and pieces …nothing really fitting …Kind of the way I feel about my self any more.
I love the Word: Outlaster. I want to be an OUTLASTER. Not just here blogging away but in my life.
I got off the subject: This Post of Kristen’s. Read it. Please. Let’s all be Outlaster’s in the blogging world and in our won world at home.
From Sarah: Elizabeth’s timing on this post is perfect.
Menopause has not been good to me.
I was sitting at my desk here, waiting for Danny to come out of his Computer Room where he’s been tied up since we got home from Walmart. I’ve had a sinus headache all day. So my mood hasn’t been all that good. I’d tried laying down but couldn’t fall asleep. I just KNEW Danny was going to come out and say: “Are you ready for a glass of wine?” It’s been our habit to have a glass or so of wine every night. We both look forward to that. I usually have a few snacks ready as well.
This was my first read of the day.
I’d been thinking of ALL the words I wanted to say to him. The ones I really shouldn’t say. The angry, bitter or whining words.
Danny hasn’t done anything wrong. I could always go in and just ask “How much longer”.
Yet, I sit and ponder ALL those WORDS.
So Elizabeth: Thank you.
I love Getting Framed..
From Sarah: This is a must read for those of you who truly miss your hubbies when they are traveling . I really enjoyed Elizabeth’s story.
I have a love /hate time when Danny is forced to travel for the state . Fortunately, he doesn’t have to travel very much any more and when he does I usually get to travel with him. One advantage of being a Volunteer at the state park.
I love “My time” at night. I lived for most of my life as a single mom so I sometime DO MISS the evenings spent alone.
I READ or immerse myself in a series or marathon of movies.
I don’t have to make coffee . I am not a coffee drinker. I can’t stand the smell. Yet, I make it for Danny every night so he has it in the morning.
Danny and I email, send message over the phone, chat for hours when he is away. Just like we did for the 2 years before I moved to Florida.
We spend hours a day together when he is not home.
But then we spend HOURS together when he is home.
What I do Miss . We have a King Size bed and I usually end up with enough space to lay down and not fall out.
So you would think I’d crave the whole bed to myself.
I hate it. I really HATE IT. Danny will cuddle me ALL Night most nights……
I need that time with him…
I miss not being there when he walks out the door of where he is staying. I hate not watching his truck leave in the morning.
Then at night , I hate not seeing his truck coming back home from the park.
Every day, rain or shine…I watch him leave and then I watch him come home.
I am glad Danny does not have to travel very often . I am glad he chooses NOT to when he can. Or that I can tag alone at other times.
My name. Sarah or Debbie? If you ask my mom, She will say Debbie.
If you ask Danny or anyone here in Florida, I am definitely Sarah.
I even had the pastor include the name, Sarah, along with Debra Sue, in our wedding ceremony.
If you would have asked Bobby: All of his life, except for one time, he introduced me as Debbie, his mom. The one exception, when he met Danny. For some unknown reason, when he met Danny, Bobby told him to call me Sarah. He met Danny here in Florida on vacation. They got to be good friends even though Danny was my age. (Well, 4 years YOUNGER). So Danny has ALWAYS called me Sarah. ALWAYS. I am never Debbie to him. Not teasingly, not in anger, not at all.
I am Debra Sue Kasch. That is the name I was born with. I love the name and am very proud of it. I kept the Kasch for most things after I married Danny. At Danny’s request. The Kasch name died with Bobby. Or at least our link to the Kasch name died. So in honor of Bobby. In honor of my father, grandfather and all the Kasch’s before I still use Kasch except for legal stuff etc. As a child, I was called Debbie, Debbie Sue, Or Deb. My family and close family friends still am called that.
Classmate call me both. Growing up there were so many Debra’s, Deborah’s, Debbie and Debbie Sue’s. In high School there were over 20 of us. One day in fun, my best friend, Dan (different one of course) jokingly asked me what I wanted my first child to be named if it was a girl. I said Sarah Elizabeth. Or Rebecca Lee. So he started Calling me Sarah.
It caught on quickly and before I knew it I was being called Sarah by almost everyone I came in contact with. It just clicked with everyone.
I will never forget the look on my mom’s face when Dan was visiting us and he called me Sarah for the first time, in her hearing. OUCH!
She is never quiet if she has an opinion. Mom had one and let it be known that I was NOT SARAH but Debra Sue or Debbie . You get the picture?
I can still hear her say that. I remember my sister calling me that once. Another OUCH. That’s how I always thought of Mom’s words. OUCH. Like a burn. For the most part, no one called me Sarah, around my mom for many years…. To Dan’s wife and kids I was called both. Interchanging. Aunt Debbie. Aunt Sarah. Still Am. When I got on FB, It was 3 years after Bobby died. My personal site was Debbie-Sarah Kasch. I still have that one. I needed both names so people could find me.
When I met the Angel Mom’s I was Bobby’s MOM Debbie…….. Yet, here in Florida, I am Sarah.
They never knew Bobby.
Yes, It is confusing at times.
I was quieter then and didn’t post much. Imagine that? I certainly didn’t share myself or Danny to the world like I do now. I didn’t want to share Bobby with everyone. SO I stayed quiet for awhile. I reconnected with my classmates from High School. I added friends I’d known all my life. I added my friends here in Florida. Some continued to call me Debbie. Others called me Sarah. It took a few people awhile to realize I went by 2 different names. They thought I was 2 different people. I started getting questions. The angel moms for the most part are the ones who went from calling me Debbie, to Sarah, when I started sharing Our life here. When I started sharing Our Neck Of The Woods, (A page just for the Lake Kissimmee State Park, Rolling Meadows and life in Florida. History. Our Life), they started calling me Sarah more and more. I called myself Sarah. I can’t explain it better than that. I answer to either.
The name I miss most is MOM.
I never get called that any more. At least not very often. When I do it’s Dan’s kids or an old friend of Bobby’s.
Now about the pages:
Sarah’s Attic of Treasures and Debbie’s Attic of Treasures are the same except for the name. Exactly.
I have Our Neck of the Woods about Danny and I and our Park Life.
I have Sarah’s Life: What Was . Was is . What Will be. It’s about Life in Illinois, Colorado. Bobby, Danny and I. Mainly Bobby and I. It’s very small. Mainly for me.
I have Bobby’s Memorials. I also have a page called Getting To Know My Friends Through Our Children. It’s a page for grieving parents, grandparents. Etc.
Sarah Sue is the account I use for Sarah’s Attic Of Treasures and all of my pages, except The memorials.
It’s a fun account. It’s where I like to hide.
It sort of crept up on me like moss across a damp lawn.
I had left a large garden long ago and on closing that gate in my life, claimed to be done with spade and rake and hoe for ever!….
From Sarah: This is wonderful . Poetry in motion. Passion. Romance…A story is told.
Originally posted on Dirty, Naked and Happy: I stand quietly while you do somersaults on the bed as you aren’t being naughty, you are just trying to get your out of sync body under control. I stand quietly…
Beautifully written. Awesome. Sad. Brought tears to my eyes .
I stand quietly while you do somersaults on the bed as you aren’t being naughty, you are just trying to get your out of sync body under control.
I stand quietly by the toilet door every time you need to go, and come with you around the house, and sometimes even just across the room, because I know you can feel truly frightened when you are not near me.
I stand quietly at the supermarket checkout while everyone stares at you barking like a dog and blowing raspberries on my arms to cope with the buzzing lights.
I stand quietly while you tell the baffled shop owner that you are looking for shoes that feel hard like splintered wood because your skin can’t bear soft things.
I stand quietly when the attendant gives us scornful looks when I ask for the key to the disabled toilet because the hand dryer…