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Cake --
Frank made me a cake Sunday. He knew I was craving chocolate.... and he knows how I get when I crave chocolate and have none to eat. We had a chocolate cake mix in the cupboard, but no powdered sugar for frosting. So Frank turned to the checkered board cookbook and found a recipe for a coconut pecan icing. The cake is delish! I have the best Sweetheart!
Here is a photo of the cake. The recipe for the icing didn't say to roast pecan halves and place on top. It made the cake taste even better. One day I hope to learn how to photograph food properly :-)
Frank said as he made the cake he thought of how I used to say "why use a cake mix when it is just as easy to make one from scratch". Cake mixes taste a lot better than they used to. I still bake a cake from scratch most of the time. Actually I don't bake like I used to... a cake and cookies were baked every week. Now... maybe once a month. How things change.
Keepsakes --
I was looking through my boxes and drawers of keepsakes today looking for my Beatle cards. I did not find them. I did resist the urge to read the letters Frank wrote me while he was in college and basic training. I did read the letters Grandma wrote me to wish me a happy birthday.
I came across a silver dollar that my Daddy gave me when I was five years old. The Liberty Silver Dollars were beautiful coins. My coin has seen a lot of wear and probably is not worth more than a dollar. I treasure it because my Daddy gave it to me.
Here is another coin that I keep... I guess because it is different. I found in my locker at school when I was in the ninth grade. I never did find out who put it there. (I could not get the white balance righ...ugh)
I also came across this ragged picture of Ben Casey (Vincent Edwards). How I loved that show. I don't remember how I got the picture.
Do you remember (Denny) 'Scott' Miller from Wagon Train. My eighth grade teacher dated him when he came to Albany Georgia for the local version of the Jerry Lewis Telethon. I did not meet him, but our teacher... being an English teacher... had us write to him. We all received post cards from him. I imagine he had a secretary that typed out the letters and he signed Scott.
I wish I had taken better care of these items. They went through a lot of moves and two children.
Maybe I'll find more memories when I look for the Beatle cards again :-)
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The past is never dead, it is not even past. ~William Faulkner
