Mother’s Day May 2017

With Mother’s Day coming and Mom’s birthday passing a couple of months back she has been on my mind a lot lately.   I’m not sure it is because she will be gone for 17 years come this September or if she would have been celebrating her 84 birthday this past March or then it again it could be that it is just another Mother’s Day without her.  But either way she is indeed on my mind.  I suppose here lately she has been there a lot.

But anyone who has a Mom whether she still be here with us or has gone to live in heaven this time of year our Mom’s are in our thoughts because of May and us celebrating Mother’s Day all over the world.  It was started in the early 20th century when Anna Jarvis wanted to honor all Mothers and motherhood.  While not all countries celebrate Mother’s Day it is hosted in about forty countries around the world.

In retrospect you really only have one Mother and it is nice to let her know how special she is to you and to thank her for all the things she has taught, her unconditional love and most of life she as given you.  She is the light at the end of your tunnel when you just want that much needed hug or a kiss on the forehead when you’re not feeling your best.  Sometimes we get lucky and we have a Mom would is always there through thick and thin.

Motherhood is an honorable job and for those of have it is a wonderful and sometimes trying occupation but it is also a very loving one.  At times it can be routine but never boring,  it can even be thankless at times when you are at your wits end but there is always love and you often wonder if your children are on the same page as you but you know beyond a doubt in your mind that you would NEVER change a thing because changing one thing would change it all.

So Mom I want to thank you for all you did my brothers and sisters I know that you loved us.  I also want to say that there a day doesn’t pass by that I don’t want to pick up the phone to call you to tell you something or ask you a question about something but most importantly just to say I love you, I miss you but most of all thank you for all the years you were there to raise me and care for me.

HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY TO ALL YOU MOMS OUT THERE IN CYBERSPACE  May you all have a wonderful day and I hope that your children remembers to tell you!!!!





Up above are different types of porches in America today.  There are multi-level porches, wrap porches such as we have in old Victorian houses, we even have single level porches which have rocking chairs across the front of them.  But no matter how the porches look they are made for sitting and telling stories of the past, sharing secrets or just for taking taking naps and dreaming.

I remember as a child living on a dairy farm my grandparents had a wrap a round porch which the wrap part had been added on during their time of owning the house because we lived on that porch early mornings after chores we were on the back porch and evening we were on the front cause it was always cooler at those time.  Anyway the adults sat on the rockers while us kids always had our place to sit and we weren’t allow to sit on a rocker unless we were invited to sit with an adult.  We had swings on either end one of the front and one on the backside.  It was great.

Miss Susie has a porch at her home we are always talking about me coming to paint the floor part of it so we can sit and have conversation and coffee afterward I think it would be fun the problem I’m seeing is it would be fun getting there and finding her there with her schedule…LOL   But it would so much fun sitting on the porch with her and listening to her tell her stories of living in the house and maybe sharing a secret or two with a good friend after all that is what porch sitting is all about.

I hope you have enjoyed reading my blog about porch sitting has much as I have writing it.  Hope you have a wonderful week.  Don’t forget to get out and vote today that is very important.  God bless you each and everyone.

The pictures above some are mine the very last 2 on bottom roll are of my friend Connie’s porch she took the pictures herself..she send me a few and I am working on using the rest with a story I’m thinking about.  The rest of the pictures are from google.



 My Sister Sharon Kroth was going through some old emails and found this one…she didn’t write it but she could have but she didn’t know how to share it on Facebook now that they don’t have notes anymore so I’m going to share it for her and let everyone enjoy it and she can then share it on her page too. Thank you you all for reading it it really is quite cool.  Kat
Subject: Poem…..(Takes you back)

I remember the cheese of my childhood,

And the bread that we cut with a knife,

When the children helped with the housework,

And the men went to work not the wife.

The cheese never needed a fridge,

And the bread was so crusty and hot,

The children were seldom unhappy

And the wife was content with her lot.

I remember the milk from the bottle,

With the yummy cream on the top,

Our dinner came hot from the oven,

And not from the fridge; in the shop.

The kids were a lot more contented,

They didn’t need money for kicks,

Just a game with their mates in the road,

And sometimes the Saturday flicks.

I remember the shop on the corner,

Where a pen’orth of sweets was sold

Do you think I’m a bit too nostalgic?

Or is it….I’m just getting old?

I remember the ‘loo’ was the lav,

And the boggy man came in the night,

It wasn’t the least bit funny

Going “out back” with no light.

The interesting items we perused,

From the newspapers cut into squares,

And hung on a peg in the loo,

It took little to keep us amused.

The clothes were boiled in the copper,

With plenty of rich foamy suds

But the ironing seemed never ending

As Mum pressed everyone’s ‘duds’.

I remember the slap on my backside,

And the taste of soap if I swore

Anorexia and diets weren’t heard of

And we hadn’t much choice what we wore.

Do you think that bruised our ego?

Or our initiative was destroyed?

We ate what was put on the table

And I think life was better enjoyed.


Abandon House by Alex Markovich

The Abandon House photo is shot by my good friend and fellow photography Alex Markovich who was kind enough to allow me to use his shot in my story which has nothing whatsoever to do with the picture except it gave me the inspiration I needed to write the story I was needing to write.  So thank you so much my friend.

It all begin on a crisp walk in mid-September I happened across this old building I couldn’t see a lot of it because of the grown bushes surrounding the place but I could see that at one time it was loved even cared for.  So became my love affair with a an abandon house.  The very first thing of course was to see how to clear it so I could get to it so I could see more of the condition of it but of course I needed to see if there was any owner or if I could buy it for back taxes or something because now I needed to have it for myself.  Strange you say well why would you think that because I have gone bonkers over a house in goodness knows what shape and more or less hasn’t seen the sun in way too long.

After standing a few more minutes thinking about all the things I needed to do in order to become an owner of this property I sat out for the house I was currently renting and not really enjoying because it had never given me the thrill of seeing the abandoned house after two seconds in sight of it.  I wonder why is that could it be the thrill of owning something or is there something about this house that gives me the bust I needed to start doing something more.

Call the property annex people seems the only living heir to the property I want hasn’t paid his/her taxes in a lot of years and is in retirement center which unless you’re family and/or a lawyer which I am the lawyer not family I won’t be able to see him/her however the catch to that is I need to be his/her lawyer which I’m not so not I need to get in touch with the attorney of record to see what I can do about seeing this person about their property before someone else decide they want to outsmart me and get it for themselves.

The lawyer’s name is Franklin D. Smithfield interesting name to say the least but let’s see if I can get some business done with him.  I made an appointment with the keeper of the keys because believe me when I say I felt like I was requesting a interview with the king she was a hard sell to get an appointment to talk business on the subject of the property.  But I do have an appointment.  For one week will probably be the longest week of my life.  On the day of the appointment of course I had to be in court and the judge of all days for him to decide that lunch could wait for one hour today was the day.  I asked for a fifteen minute recess when the judge glazed down at me to reply “is it that important?” yes your honor I need to call to extend an appointment which was happening during lunch that doesn’t seem to happening now until later.  So I got my recess which I call to tell her I was going to be late and that I was in court but I would get there she was a little short with me but she understood and stated she would tell Mr. Smithfield I was in court and I would be along when the judge let us out.

Finally when everything was said and done I ended up being only three hours late for my appointment I would say that was good on a good day.  LOL  The judge got his way on ended the case I was working on I just hope things go my way on the abandon house.  Mr. Smithfield turned out to be nothing like what I thought he might be including the fact Franklin wasn’t Franklin but Franklynn as in a woman.  Not that I’m such a guy but no wonder the keeper of the keys was so hard pressed about the appointment I kept calling her a him when she wasn’t a him at all.  Now to the matter at hand she said.  You want the property that has been abandoned over near the old mill creek right.  I said yes that is it.  Well she began do you know anything about it.  I told her what I did know and what I did want to know but better yet what I wanted to do with it.  She thought for a moment and then picked up the phone, Marylee I need you to pull the property on Old Mill Creek Road along with the information you have on it’s owner my Grandpop too thanks.  I was stunned when she said Grandpop because I was told no other heirs and here was one sitting in front of me.   After Marylee came in dropped off all paperwork requested she turned her hazel eyes on me and smile a truly remarkable smile asked me why I was looking like I didn’t know what to say.  My reply was are you really the owners granddaughter she said yes I am.  So how did you get the name Franklynn I was name after my Grandpop and I took over his office as a lawyer I never changed anything on the stationary except the spelling of the first name.  I even got his Admin Marylee so you could say I inherited everything but the property isn’t mine yet Grandpop is still alive and kicking he is just having some major issues.  You have explained that you want to restore the house and bring it back do you really mean that or is that just someway to get your hands on the property and build condos out there on that great piece of land.  I looked at her and told her I want the property I want to restore it and then I want to live there forever if I could.

Okay how much are you willing to pay for the said property in the condition the house is in now.  I don’t know was my reply I would really like to see a lot more of it besides the scrubs which are hiding the house.  Once I see and have an builder come out to do an estimate of how much work I’m looking at then I can give you a better understanding of what I want to offer.  How about if I give you an appraisal of what it was worth just about 6 months ago when I went out there to look at it and get a few things square in my head.  Plus this is the guy who did the appraisal if you want to give him a call to see if he can tell you how he came to that conclusion on the price.  Also he is a architect who was was willing to help me put it back the way it once was.  Here is also copies of the blueprints that I will loan you so that you can see something of what is there and what could be there again.

Why are you doing this?  Because I love the old building and I don’t want developers to come in tear it down and put condos up and then ruin the feel of the place.   Well then why don’t you restore it and love it more it is to my way of thinking that you love the property you could do what I might get a chance to do also.  She smiled but I don’t think I will ever love it like you do I believe that my Grandpop would love you to buy the cottage, land do with it what you think is best for it because like us you would NEVER let anyone turn it into condos.  I also believe you would live on the land to help it become in the present what it once was in the past.  Am I not correct she asked me. I looked at her and said you are correct in all your understand.   Thank you but I really would like a landscape guy come out and clear the mess around the house so I can get a good look around, meet with the architect see what he recommends and really get the feel for the property.  If what I’m feeling now I’m still feeling when I’m through I would love to meet your Grandpop even if he doesn’t know that I’m there to get a feel for him too then I will give you the best decision I can and the best price I feel that it is worth.

About a month after everything was said and done the deal was closed everyone was happy, the property was now mine which I will be forever happy that the landscape is cleared, flowers have been planted, window boxes will go onto the outside of the windows, the inside is getting a new lease on life and Franklin and Franklynn are both in heaven as well with how well everything is going.  Franklynn came out to check out the new changes inside of the house with new floors, windows, a modern kitchen, bathrooms and even a new pool will be happening as soon as the inside is finished.  Best of all I have just about got Franklynn talked into having a life with me for which I’m sure her Grandpop is happy for that all on it’s on.

Now the property when I walk past not only grasp me by the heart but I remember my shaky beginning and am very thankful that someone up there was looking out for Franklynn, Franklin, the wonderful property on Old Mill Creek Road and last but not least me.



There is a marina which rents boats, canoes, kayaks, jet skis, and other water stuff a person could use on the water during the summer up into early winter as long as you layer your clothes and of course stay dry.    The guy who runs the place his name is Sam and like the Sheriff as been here all his life but he has never left Maine but he is also the deputy sheriff during the slower season for him.  He doesn’t much like the Mayor because she seems to know more about him than anyone else and he is afraid of what she might say or what she might know he hasn’t always been an upstanding citizen.  In his younger days he was worse than the Sheriff ever thought about being so much so that if the truth be told he could have some troubles on his hands.

So far we have meet Sam the deputy sheriff, Nancy the Mayor (busybody), Ralph the tavern keeper (the reformed town drunk) and Marshall the Sheriff (the troublemaker) now of course we are going to have a lot of people who are important to this town of ours so far we haven’t even found out what the name of it is or the name of the lake but we do know one thing it sure is got some interesting things going for it.   Now what else do you think you could do beside a lake took up approximately 50 miles and 25 miles across or roughly 78,241 acres of water.  Anything you darn well want to I suppose.  It freezes to about 2 to 3 inches thick in the winter so you know when the spring thaw comes it starts to break up it makes a heck of a noise and loud.

There is places to go bike riding, camping, fishing, swimming, hiking, go hiking up in the mountains and lots of trails to explore also.  I am so wishing I lived in this town but at the moment I’m not quite sure where it is at and if it is even anywhere I want to be.

I’m thinking that the individuals who have a lot to say about the welfare of the town and the people in the town are sure worried about one individual a lot more than normal I’m wondering if that individual might have a problem if so what type of issue is she going to be having?  Will it be the type of issue that she will recover from or will it be a fatal one?


More to come soon



We let off last time we were getting to know the town and it’s politics of what  was what and who was who.  Let’s talk a little about it’s citizens:  The sheriff is a local who grew up there, went to school, went off to college, played a little ball, went to the military came back home and stayed and finally became sheriff why you asked because he was good for the town and he wanted to help the citizens of the town plus he didn’t want to see anyone else get hurt or killed by driving into the lake which had happened in the past.  The town drunk same type of thing except he has never left and not likely to ever leave even when he finally meets his maker.  The Mayor or the town busybody she is a lot more dangerous than the drunk or the sheriff because all her life she has been the town gossip she has lied, shared different things knowing that she was looking good but she wasn’t helping anyone but herself.  Now it is a lot more treater because she is the Mayor, to many people know about the way she acted in the past she claims she has changed but for her sake I hope she has.  All of these people make up the town council which sets laws rules and other such things for the community has a whole.

There are lots of things to do at the town that other towns don’t or can’t do because they don’t have the same size of the lake or they aren’t sure how to use what they have.  But since our town as been around it has been a busy place I mean even in the winter we have visitors who come to ski in the mountains and stay just to enjoy our views and just to be in the quiet of nature even if it is so cold that people end up with frostbite I think it is part of the draw to this area of Maine.

Stay tune more to follow…..


A house without books is like a room without windows——Heinrich Mann

I live to read whatever kind of book there is whether it be mystery, romance, who done its and even police stories.  My all time favorites are the mysteries and who done its.  I think I would rather read a book than watch the movie not saying the book is better just that it gives you more details than a movie.  The movie runs for about an hour or hour and half while the book can go into more of what is going on and explain a situation better than the movie has time.

I guess you could say that I have a lot of books at my house that range from hardback to paperback and a whole lot of second hand books too.  If someone was to build me enough bookshelves to hold all my books I would need all of the walls in my room from floor to ceiling bookshelves and then I still might not have enough room for them.  Anyone who knows me knows this is a true fact.   I just love to read.

When I was a kid and I was at my grandparents dairy farm if they couldn’t find me they would look in the window seat in the living room where my grandpa build a storage unit inside the seat with a light for me to read by.

This quote by Heinrich Mann is on the back of one of the t-shirt that I bought from the bookstore in Boonsboro, MD at Turn the Page.  I got the idea for this blog from the quote off that shirt.   Nora Robert’s husband own and operates the bookstore with family.

Thank you very much for reading and I hope you all have your own adventure with books.