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Oh my … pie

Ace brought in a little treat last week to the Design Studio. One of my favorites that I ate for breakfast a few months back—with glee! The Pastor’s Wife’s Pie, as we call it, is a custard with a graham-cracker crust using my ChillOver Powder.

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Easy, delicious, and something other than a typical cake. (This Pistachio Melon Cake is also another great option—especially if you’re gluten-free.) Both are a great contribution to a potluck or for a special occasion. (Just keep the custard on ice, or refrigerated until serving.)

The one Ace made substituted blackberries for blueberries in the recipe. Thanks, Ace!

Feelin’ a little stressed lately? It’s Labor Day so I hope you’re taking some time to relax. A little on the history of Labor Day here.

Enjoy this mantra (and any other desserts you consume) for the rest of the week …

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Kilroy was here

What’s going on with this little guy’s muzzle, er, trunk?

Schnoz … sniffer … honker?

You may have recognized his protruding proboscis before you knew his name …

Or maybe his little springy piece of hair?

Meet Kilroy.

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“Kilroy was here” graphic. Courtesy of Wikimedia Commons; KovacsUr

Anyone born between 1913 and 1955 (who didn’t live under a rock) would be aptly familiar with our long-nosed friend. (Though if you did live under a rock, you probably had to come out sometime, and Kilroy may have been there first.)

During church service as a young girl, my dad and I were known to draw a Kilroy or two to get through the length of service. But his origins remained a bit of a mystery until 1946.

The American Transit Association sponsored a contest that year, “The Real Kilroy,” which was announced on the radio program “Speak to America.”

The person who could prove they were the real Kilroy would win a real trolley car.

About 40 men laid claim to the infamous drawing, but only one stood atop the rest. That was James Kilroy from Halifax, Massachusetts.

Here’s how his story went:

Mr. Kilroy was a 46-year-old shipyard worker who counted rivets during the war. As he counted, he would place a check mark on each so as not to count twice. Riveters were paid for each completed rivet.

After he clocked off for the day, the riveters would wipe off the check marks. As the shipyard inspector went on duty, he would count the unchecked rivets a second time. This resulted in double pay for the riveters.

Kilroy’s boss, noticing the increase in the riveters’ wages, asked Kilroy to investigate. When the scandal was discovered, a solution was devised.

Trying to use a more permanent solution, such as paint, would have proven tricky, considering the tight spaces. So Kilroy stuck with his waxy chalk, but added “KILROY WAS HERE” next to each check mark. Then, he eventually added the sketch of the long-nosed fellow peering over the fence.

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Kilroy was here, seen in Kansas City, MO. Courtesy of Wikimedia Commons; Marshall Astor

Once it was discovered they had been caught, the riveters quit wiping away his marks. Maybe the guilt of Kilroy “watching” stopped them in their tracks?

Normally, the chalk marks and rivets would have been covered up with paint. With the war on, however, there wasn’t any time to paint over them as they left the shipyard at an increasing speed.

Therefore, Kilroy’s inspection trademark was seen by thousands of servicemen.

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Kilroy. Courtesy of Wikimedia Commons; Ron Hann

Kilroy made a lasting impression with the troops and was mimicked everywhere—from Berlin to Tokyo. It became a challenge to see how far, high, or low Kilroy could go.

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Photograph of a Kilroy was here-style snowman; Courtesy of Wikimedia Commons; Florian Kilzer

Kilroy is rumored to be atop Mount Everest, the Statue of Liberty, and on the underside of the Arc de Triomphe. Some say he is even scrawled in the dust on the moon.

The moon? Well, who knows, but he is on the back of the National World War II Memorial in Washington, D.C.—forever immortalized.

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Kilroy was here engraving at the National World War II Memorial in Washington, D.C. Courtesy of Wikimedia Commons; Matt H. Wade

Wherever Kilroy is, and however he came about (there’s some debate about a similar character named “Foo” who was created by the Australians during World War I), he gave a little piece of charm and distraction from the war to troops everywhere.

Oh, and James Kilroy won the trolley car.

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Hear Ye!

Welcome New Sisters! (click for current roster)

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My featured Merit Badge Awardee of the Week is … the Krell family!!!

Alysha, Caleb, Emma, Ethan, and Paige Krell (Young Cultivators of Jessica Krell #5148) have received a certificate of achievement in Farm Kitchen for earning an Expert Level All Dried Up Merit Badge.

“We picked some raspberries and some Saskatoons with my family and our friends. Then we dried some of the berries and used some more berries to make some fruit leather.

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Picking the berries was really fun! The hardest part was not eating them along the way! At home, we dried some of both kinds of berries and used them in our oatmeal the next day for breakfast!

Picking the berries was hard work, but we like to work, so it was fun.

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Gigickilan

I received an e-mail from Karen Pennebaker this week. Turns out, we share an affinity for the letter ‘G’ that for Karen, goes back 60 years.

When Pig Latin was the “thing,” Karen and her childhood friend came up with their own secret language that only they knew—inspired by that wondrous little letter that we’ve all come to love.

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Waldorf chalkboard drawing introducing the alphabet in 1st grade. Courtesy of Wikimedia Commons; Hgilbert

“When the other kids in school would start speaking Pig Latin, we would talk to each other in Gigickilan, and it drove them nuts because we could understand THEIR language and they didn’t have a clue as to what we were saying. Camping, to us, would have been “gamping” rather than “glamping” but I know how you got the “glamp” part … glamorous camping sounds like the best kind.”

“Gi gent go ge gail gox gand gound ga getter grom goo.” (I went to the mail box and found a letter from you.)

And here’s my splash page, an ode to ‘G.’

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Thanks for sharing, Karen!! Gi gove git!

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Sweet Lorraine

Ready for a dose of sweet, sweet heartache?

Of course you are.

This is the kind of story that makes it feel like Valentine’s Day in August.

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Image by L. Prang & Co. via Wikimedia Commons

After 96-year-old Fred Stobaugh lost his wife of 75 years, he did something he’d only done once before:

He wrote a song.

Inspired by loneliness and love, he sat alone in his Peoria, Illinois, home and penned “Oh, Sweet Lorraine.”

Oh, Sweet Lorraine

I wish we could do

The good times

All over again

Shortly after putting his love to lyrics, Fred spotted an ad in the local paper announcing a contest for singer-songwriters sponsored by Green Shoe Studio.

He didn’t suppose he fit either bill, but he just happened to have one song up his sleeve …

Oh, sweet Lorraine

Life only goes around

Once

But never again

“I’ll just send a letter,” Fred remembers thinking, even though contestants were asked to send newfangled YouTube videos of their musical performances.

With old fashioned resolve, he sent his song on paper. He wrote on the envelope, “‘I don’t sing, I would scare people, haha!”

Fred assumed he wouldn’t hear back from young, hip Green Shoe Studio.

But you know he did.

This is just that kind of story.

Contest director Jacob Colgan contacted Fred to tell him that he would like to professionally record “Oh, Sweet Lorraine.”

“Why would you do this for me?” Fred asked.

The answer was plain, Jacob explained, “Your song touched us.”

My memories will always

Linger on

Oh, sweet Lorraine

 

Listen to the song in the video above, wipe your tears, then go and pick up your own copy of Fred’s song on iTunes. so that you can listen,

again and again and

think about how sweet life can be

if we just will, sweet Lorraine.