Pendants

I've learned a new technique in making cages for pendants which will soon be displayed on my Etsy Shop.  It took me five pendants to finally get one that I really like.

Front: Carnelian in a gold cage with fancy wiring on the top.

Back shot. As you can see, I got better

lighting on the backside. I still need to

work on those camera shots.

What do you think?

Sunlit Sunday Lily Pond

A glorious sunny day in Monterey where I thought I'd get a lovely photo of the flower in the lily pond but to my amazement, another reflection appeared.  Accidental delights happen often when I try to capture life.

Bless this Sabbath Day to keep it Holy.


Linking to My Little Home and Garden's Sunlit Sunday and Seasonal Sunday at the Tablescaper.

Poor Little Bicycle

Blazin red was left behind on purpose. He was hanging on the wall in the garage with the training wheels still attached and he is still in the same position having not moved for well over two years. Perhaps, he will come off the wall this year because his family is coming home.

I had reached 10 years of age before I ever had a chance to learn to ride a bicycle.  We were too poor for me to ever have my own bicycle.   My brother, however, was the recipient of a used boy's bicycle and that was the bike I used to learn to ride.  Even though it was a boy's bike, I still rode it on a gravel road.  

I remember having dreams about riding that bicycle only they became nightmarish. There was a round hole in the road covered with a lid.  I started to ride by the hole when all of a sudden, the lid flipped off and a ghoulish witch popped out and grabbed at my foot. She kept trying to eat my foot and I kept pulling it away. Then I woke up!

I am linking up with My Town Shoot out.

Kelton in It's Hayday

I always thought that Kelton was in Idaho but looking at the map, it was just right across the boarder in Utah. Kelton was a thriving community from 1870 to 1942.  It was in '42 that the railroad left and that a 6.6 earthquake hit killing two people. It was about 1960 when the highway was changed making it a true ghost village.

Kelton Hotel

My great Uncle Louis wrote the following:

When father would go to Kelton, I’d beg him to take me with him.  If he wouldn’t, I’d follow him down the road bawling till he’d stop and take me with him. My mother used to put me up to it all the time.  I’d cry when he’d leave so she would say “just go follow your father and beg him to take you with him.”  So that is what I’d do.  There was a two-story hotel in Kelton called the Crandle where we would stay.  I thought that was funny that this man and woman had the same name as my brother and I asked him if he was our boy.  Mrs. Crandle was the cook and Mr. Crandle ran the hotel.  There would be a big room downstairs with a long table where everybody would set to eat.  They would only serve meals at a certain time and if you weren’t there, you didn’t get to eat.  He had a big long shed out back for your horses and hay already in the mangers.  They would have to ship the hay in by train from Brigham City, Utah.  

Kelton had several saloons and other buildings.  It was a town on the Southern Pacific Railroad where the railroad skirted the northern end of the Great Salt Lake, and was a freight terminal for goods and supplies and for people heading for Boise or the Northwest by stagecoach.  It was a booming town until the Oregon Short Line (now the Union Pacific Railroad) was built across southern Idaho in 1883.  The road to Kelton was along the Raft River and down through the “Narrows” where a stagecoach station was located.  Then it went up along the foothills past Naf and Clear Creek to Kelton Pass or Strevell Pass or Cedar Creek to Kelton.  

Kelton Cemetery

These are not mine

Michelle Williams in a shameful dress.  If I were her mother, I would scoot her home and sew the sides of that dress to a reasonable side split.  Shame on those hollywood starlets for going overboard!

On the other hand, there is a very clever artist on Etsy who took a pair of studded pearl earrings, added happy faces and cute little listening-to-my-music ear phones.

Sunlit Sunday February 17

Waitin for the train.

Bless the little children and keep them safe.

Linking up with My Little Home and Garden and Seasonal Sundays.

Kelton Hotel

Friday's link up is with My Town Shoot Out and 5 Minute Friday. 

The Kelton Hotel is now a historic shamble.  When the new highway by passed Kelton, Idaho, it turned the small town into a ghost town.

Here in the western part of the United States, we still have acres and acres of open spaces and land. There are few roads and when the State decides to change a main highway, many of the smaller towns that depended on traffic to keep their town alive are now dead. Kelton was one of those places that used to have dances in the granary on a Saturday night and people drove from other small towns 10 to 30 miles kick up their heels at the dance which always had live rip roaring band.