Wednesday, April 23, 2014

T's Carnival Dress

I’ve shown you my carnival dress from my childhood here; now let me show you one of my daughter’s carnival dresses. Although it’s not as old as my other treasures from the past, it is a treasure.

This dress is made of pink satin with a white lace overlay and sleeves. Also made of satin and lace is a detachable peplum, for the waist. The dress has two skirts layers with the top layer forming a scallop hem. The best part? I had a blast making this dress for my little daughter.
When you can’t find what you want, make it, I always say. I found the right pattern and recreated to make my rendition of a Cinderella dress.

If I hadn’t sorted my pictures into boxes with the hope of getting them ready for albums, I would have a photo of her in the dress. I will add that photo as I come across it again.
One final note, after chasing the satin around the room while sewing it, I vowed to never sew satin again, and I have not.

Tuesday, April 22, 2014

Stafford and Dugan


Photo Family Tree of the Stafford's and Dugan's

Joyce Dugan Powell and her eldest daughter--me!
Joyce and Teresa

Joyce, as a child, the little blonde. Except for this time in life, she and her siblings all had dark hair.

Joyce Dugan Powell (Present Day)

Frank and Sadie (Stafford) Dugan

Joyce's parents: Frank D. Dugan and Sadie Stafford Dugan. Sadie was not given a middle name.
My parents and I lived with my grandparents for the first six months of my life and then moved to Joliet, Illinois (for three years). My sources told me that my grandparents doted on me. Grandpa Frank would come in from milking and say, “Where is my baby?”
Grandpa Frank died while we lived in Joliet.

I don’t remember Grandpa Frank, but Grandma Sadie was a huge part of my life—growing up. My best memories of her revolved around Sunday get-togethers. On any given Sunday, after church, I could count on good food and lots of cousins to play with and aunts and uncles telling us what to do.

Amanda Stafford (on the right) was Grandma Sadie's mother.  My mother (Joyce), the eighth child of Frank and Sadie,  remembers a few things about her Grandma Amanda. One thing she remembers was that Amanda smoked a pipe.
The other woman in the photo is “Grannie Davis” I think this is Amanda's mother. (I don’t remember her first name, but will update).
Grandpa Frank’s parents: John Dugan and Elizabeth Williams Dugan
 And there you have it. The maternal side of my family tree, the Stafford's and the Dugan's.

Monday, April 21, 2014

Rocking Chair

There's not much to say about this little rocking chair except that it's mine--from my childhood.
An entry in my baby book reads that I received for my second birthday: a rocking chair, coloring book, balloons, pull toy, doll, canister set and a suitcase.
Through the years, I've shared it with my children and my grandkids. And now? Millie just happened to be passing by and...get down, Millie!
Who's Millie? Check out Monday's post at Journaling Woman.
R for Rocking Chair!

Saturday, April 19, 2014


When my grandmothers were growing up and when they became adults with their own homes, women made quilts to keep their families warm on winter nights.
 Minnie Pitts Powell, my grandmother, made two quilts as wedding gifts for me and my groom: pink and white squares made of cotton—quilted (see photo below) and a purple double-knit made of squares—tacked.  The purple knit quilt was as warm as any wool blanket even if  it was heavy and I couldn't move until morning. I no longer have the purple quilt.  

The pink and white quilt is backed with a colorful stripe.
 This blue quilt made with some type of star and strips was given to me after Minnie passed.
Up close star.
My grandmother Sadie Stafford Dugan used (mostly) feed sacks on her quilt.  There are a couple of other fabrics, probably clothing that was worn out.
As with most families of that era, nothing went to waste.
One day I will back it.  
Here's one of the fabrics--nothing I would put in a child's room, but so cool.
This is another fabric on the quilt top--a much more peaceful scene.
Quilts made by women before me. Quilts made for a purpose and with their own hands. A job well done, Sadie and Minnie--my beloved grandmothers. 

Friday, April 18, 2014

Powell and Pitts

A Photo Family Tree

My dad- Ronnie Powell
Ronnie Powell with Ronnie Jr. and Teresa


Remember my Grandfather Hurschel Powell and his mother (my) Great Grandmother Carrie Howe Powell?  This is Carrie's family.

Carrie is sitting on the lap of her father, John Howe. (I will update this post later with names of the others in her family.)

 I don't have a photo of my Great Grandfather Charles Powell (my grandfather's dad).
This is Mark Powell. I'm unclear if this is Charles Powell's dad since in the documentation I have it says that Charles's dad's name is Martin, Mart for short, but my dad wrote on this photo Mark Powell. I've found that my relatives were called something other than their legal names. I'll update this, too.
Remember Minnie (Pitts) Powell, my grandmother? Her parents James and Lula (Wright) Pitts?
This is Lulia's (Lula) parents

Susan Minerva (Hudgepeth) Wright (her parents were Samuel McDowell and Sarah Wilson McDowell).  James Mitchel Wright (his parents were Joseph Wright and Abadiah Brown Wright).

This is James Pitts' parents.
Henry Pitts & ?? (will update on my great great grandmother's name).

I wish I had better pictures, but I'm grateful for what I have. 
So did you follow my ramblings?
Thoughts on my Pitts-Powell family. I see my dad in many of these faces, but as I look at the photos of my family members (on both sides) I favor no one. Very interesting.

Thursday, April 17, 2014


Little Orphan Annie and the Gila Monster Gang

"A story based on the famous newspaper strip Little Orphan Annie by Harold Gray." Copyright 1944.

This is my mother’s book. I’ve read it a few times because I love the story. She allowed me to be its caretaker.

I accept.

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Nuts—or Raisins—or Chocolate, oh my!

If you live in a rural area and/or attend any church anywhere, you probably know that the best food in the world is found at church events.

In the mid 1970’s, I was given two church cookbooks; neither was from the church I attended at the time. One was given as a wedding gift.

On the outside they look grimy and faded, smeared with ingredients and an occasional chocolate fingerprint, but inside they are filled with tasty recipes, some passed down through generations, others perfected by their own changes.
Two of my favorites:

Mississippi Mud Cake


Sour Cream Raisin Pie and Pie Crust

A final note. Because I used to have two family members who didn't like coconut, I've never put coconut in the cake recipe. However, I may try that one day since I LOVE coconut and chocolate together.
If you want to learn a little more about me, I'm over at The Writing Nut today being interviewed.