Recipe?I made my grandmother’s dressing recipe last night for tomorrow.
Everything else I can take or leave but this stuff with some gravy on it will make me growl like a bulldog.
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Everything else I can take or leave but this stuff with some gravy on it will make me growl like a bulldog.
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There is still one sitting on the top of a building in K.C.............I don't know who actually owns it now...............View attachment 8279064This is a 1952 Chrysler Air Raid Siren. These were manufactured under a joint effort by Chrysler and Bell Telephone. The siren is powered by a Mopar 331 industrial Hemi. The sound produced is 138 decibels @ 100 ft from the siren. Old advertising from the time period claimed these have a fifty mile range. This particular siren was one of three that resided in Seattle, WA and was rescued by me. The siren starts and runs. I have the original radiator and all sheet metal cowling. This beast weighs in at 5500 lbs $40,000
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Screw turkey. Sides are where it’s at.
At least you are easier to argue with now.Thank you for the kind offer. I have 3 churches who have offered anything and everything. I've got family members I didn't know about come out of the wood works to offer a hand and a wife who demands that she is a part of every aspect, so I'm in good hands.
You don't know how many casseroles we've had to throw away. .
Yeah, he can't run away now.At least you are easier to argue with now.
To Quote Him: “You remind me of my e-wife” Her; “I didn’t know you were married before” Him; “I wasn’t”
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From a logging group that I follow.
Happy Thanksgiving to Everyone! Here is the interior of the dining camp car on the logging railroad of the Big Creek Logging Co south of Knappa, OR. The tables are set for the hungry loggers coming back from the woods for dinner. No date on the photo, but clearly during WWI with posters on the wall encouraging the loggers to invest in war bonds (V for Victory).
A good cook can make or break a logging camp, and were among the highest paid employees. Loggers would tolerate lower pay if the food was good, but would quickly leave no matter what the pay was if the cook was bad. The cook often had one or two assistant cooks at larger camps learning the trade, and a number of "flunkies", young men or women that served dishes and cleared tables and cleaned dishes and the dining room. Often the flunkies were the only young single women in the camp, and the cook had his hands full chasing off the loggers so the flunkie could do her job. The cook had unusual sway with the loggers as the prospect of going without breakfast and dinner quickly quashed any romantic thoughts.
Loggers of that era often didn't go home for Thanksgiving if they didn't live nearby, but would take 3-6 weeks off in mid-December through the end of the year which often coincided with the heavy snows or rain of that period. Sometimes heavy snow could keep them out of the woods into February. Some logging camps higher up in the mountains would shut down prior to Thanksgiving and not reopen until March or April. Photo from the John T Labbe collection.
That's a funny looking pizza