Saturday, November 26, 2011

Big Moccasin Valley--Scott County, Virginia

On Thanksgiving Day, we went to my husband's family home.   It is located in the Big Moccasin Valley in Scott County, Virginia.  I want to share some of the photos that I took of that gorgeous area.  The quality of some of the photos is not wonderful because I was taking some of the photos as we were going down the road!

To enlarge the photos, click on them. 

I love that mountain range.  It follow the road all the way to his parent's home.

Those cows need shorter legs on one side to stand on that hill!

Family farm

Family farm

Family farm

In this horseshoe bend in the river,
many arrowheads and other points have been found.

Big Moccasin Creek

Sycamore tree

"Banty" Roosters

"Banty" Roosters

Isn't this mountain range gorgeous?
For more information about Scott County, click here and  here.

Mystery Item

On the way to my in-laws' home for Thanksgiving, I snapped a bunch of pics.  Do you know what that is hanging in the barn?  You typically do not see this particular type in the Roanoke area of Virginia.

Let's have a closer look:

Leave a comment below with your guess.  I will post the correct answer tomorrow afternoon.


It is . . . <drum roll please>

Burley Tobacco!

To learn more about the different types of tobacco, click here.

In the Scott County area where my husband is from, this is the type of tobacco that they produced.  In the Patrick County area, where my mom's family is from, you tend to see flue-cured tobacco.  

Sunday, November 20, 2011

YUM! Pumpkin Bread Recipe

Pumpkin Bread

3 1/2 cups flour (plain)
1 cup oil
4 eggs
1 1/2 tsp salt
2 cups pumpkin
3 cups sugar
1 tsp nutmeg
1 tsp cinnamon
1 tsp ginger
2 tsp baking soda
1 cup pecans, chopped 
2/3 cup water

Mix oil, sugar & eggs well.  
Sift dry ingredients together, add to egg mixture.  
Stir in pecans.  Pour mixture in 2 greased loaf pans.   
Bake in a 350F oven for 1 hour & 15 minutes. 

(I sometimes substitute black walnuts because we always harvested our own walnuts when I was growing up and I adore them!)

Hamburger Baked Beans

Yeah, I know.  This is not a photo of baked beans. But it IS a pretty picture!

Here is another favorite recipe of mine that I usually cook for special occasions like Christmas, Thanksgiving, Easter & family gatherings. I got this recipe from my mother-in-law, Evelyn Dean, who is a wonderful cook!

Hamburger Baked Beans

1 1/2 - 2 lbs hamburger--browned & drained
1 large can pork & beans (21 oz)
1 large can kidney beans (12-13oz), drained
1 cup ketchup
1/2 cup water
1/4 cup brown sugar
2 tablespoons prepared mustard
1/2 cup chopped onion

Mix all ingredients together and place in a casserole-type dish.   
Bake at 400 degrees for 45 minutes to one hour.

This recipe is great for family gatherings because it does not have to be served warm because it is good cold too!

I Love Sweet Potatoes!

My Grandma Vaughn made the best sweet potato pie in the whole world. I have always tried to make one that tastes like hers, but I have not been successful.  Oh, my sweet potato pies tastes good, but not as wonderful as hers!

I also love sweet potato casseroles, but NOT with those icky marshmallows on top!      YUCK! 
Here is my favorite Sweet Potato Casserole recipe that I make at Thanksgiving, Christmas & sometimes at Easter.

Sweet Potato Casserole

3 cups mashed sweet potatoes
1 cup brown sugar
2 eggs, lightly beaten
1 teaspoon vanilla
1/2 cup milk
1/2 cup melted butter (not margarine)

1/2 cup brown sugar
1/3 cup flour (I used self-rising)
1/3 cup melted butter (not margarine)
1 cup chopped pecans

Combine first 6 ingredients.  Pour into a buttered 1 1/2to 2 quart casserole dish.  
Mix remaining ingredients together and sprinkle over the top. 

Bake at 350F for 30-40 minutes, until hot & browned.

This recipe will put a smile on your face and a spring in your step!  :)

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Buford "Bobby" Burnette 1931-2001

Buford was born on December 8, 1931 to John Edward & Tressie Goad Burnette.  His name changed pretty quickly when a neighbor's child started calling him "Bobby".  (Years later, the family realized that the neighbor was just trying to say "baby"!)

What a happy little baby!

Bobby is the one with his hand crammed in his mouth.
He is being held by his Grandmother, Iowa Moles Goad.
Bobby was the second child born to John & Tressie.  He was a happy child even though he was very sickly throughout his entire childhood.  He was a bit of a devil-may-care child always doing crazy things like sneaking around and riding a bull on the farm and walking on the support structure of bridges.

Daddy and his older brother, Lindell
Bobby met his future wife, Vera Vaughn, while working at United Elastic in Stuart, Virginia.  They married in 1952.  They only had one child, born in 1964.  Me!
Bobby & Vera Vaughn Burnette
Bobby was in a terrible car accident in 1966 that almost took his life. He was always a bit of a hot-rodder, but his time it very well may have been something else that caused his accident. He remembered nothing of the accident which is really not that unusual.  However, he does not remember anything that happened earlier that day or even where he had gone.  The doctors thought that was the beginning of an illness that would ultimately be diagnosed as Multiple Sclerosis.

Daddy with his pink & black Mercury
By the time I was in school, Bobby was having problems with his vision and walking.  It wasn't long until he had to surrender his driver's license because he was declared legally blind.  Over the years, Daddy did not give up fighting against his MS.  He had the type of MS that would go into remission.  Then the MS would flare up and he would have long hospital stays for treatments.   Just after each treatment, he would always get much worse, but then he would slowly get a bit better. By the time I was about 10 years old, Daddy always had to walk with a cane.  Sometimes, he even had to use two canes to keep his balance.  

Me & Daddy (and Tiger too!)
Though he struggled with his health my whole life, he was always there for me and willing to help me in any way possible.  He always encouraged me to make my own decisions and he would very seldom ever come right out and tell me what he would do in any given situation.  He said that I had to learn from my mistakes as well as my successes.  My dad became a widower in 1980 when mom was killed in a car accident.

Bobby & Vera
The last years of my dad's life were very sad.  His mother, Tressie, died in February 2001. (His father, John, died in 1981.)  Even though she was 97, she looked after her son up until the last year of her life.  He missed her terribly.  Also, the Commonwealth of Virginia took my dad's house for the improvements being made to Route 58.  Even though he just had to move across the road to his childhood home, it was a very difficult move for him because he was just about totally blind and could not get used to everything in the house.  I went to visit him about a month after he moved into Grandma's house and he whispered to me, "Just WHO is it that is living upstairs?  I have been sneaking around trying to be quiet so that I do not disturb them."  At first, I thought that he was joking, but he was serious.  There was no one living upstairs, but the move had really confused him.  (For the record, Virginia has STILL not made the improvements to that section of Rt 58.  There was no need for them to have taken his home when they did.  I get very angry when I think about the whole situation.)

Shortly after that happened, he became seriously ill and I found him lying on the floor, incoherent. After a hospital stay, he had to go to a nursing home for rehab, but I could tell that he had finally given up and he would not even try to work with the physical therapist.  On a visit to see him in the nursing home, I found him in a horrible condition and I demanded that he be taken to the hospital immediately.  They acted all surprised and wanted to know why.  I will spare the details, but when I got him to the hospital, they said that if he had not been admitted that night, that he would have been dead before morning.

After 28 days in ICU, he was finally able to be moved to a private room.  Thanks to insurance companies and their inhumane policies, they had to discharge him and he still needed lots of care.  So, he was admitted to another nursing home here in Roanoke where I could keep a close eye on him.  His health steadily declined and he passed away after just a couple of weeks.  I knew the end was near the night that I visited him and he was asking me about relatives who had already died.  He was also having conversations with them and reaching into the air like he was trying to take someone's hand.

He died later that night, November 15, 2001.

Grandma, me, & Daddy 1993

Monday, November 14, 2011

A Closer Look at Fall


**All photos were taken either at my home or along my five mile commute to work.

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Tootsie Pops

When I was growing up, I loved to go to "Frazier's Superette", which was just a mile out the road from our house.  My Grandpa, who never had a driver's license, always walked to the store and I always begged to go with him.  Everyone knew Grandpa, so it was almost impossible to walk all the way to the store with out at least one person stopping with the offer of a ride.   Finally, one day, I told Grandpa that I wanted to walk ALL the way to the store, so we should turn down any offers of a ride.  We had barely gotten out of sight from home when the Kerns Bread truck stopped to offer us a ride.  Grandpa thanked him but explained that I was bound and determined to walk all the way.  (Just so that you can picture this, I grew up in a rural area and to get to the store, we were walking on Route 58 which was the main east-west road through that part of Virginia. At that time, while only a two lane road, it did have lots of as well as tractor trailers.   In fact, Route 58 is still the longest road in the state of Virginia, starting at Virginia Beach in the east and ending at Bristol in the west.)

Anytime that Grandpa went to the store, he would always bring me a treat.  Or, if I was with him, I might get a scoop of ice cream. Hmmmmmm........I can still see Dewey or Helen bending down into the ice cream freezer to scoop me out some of that peach or strawberry goodness!  

Back then, one of my favorite types of candy were Tootsie Pops.   Heck, I STILL love Tootsie Pops! 

I always eagerly looked for the Indian shooting his arrow at a star on the wrapper.  At Frazier's store, if you found the Indian, you could take the wrapper back to the store and get a FREE Tootsie Pop!  

According to some online sources, the Tootsie Pop company never officially run this as a promotion.  However, Frazier's Superette did, and of course, that made me a happy little girl! 

For more information on the rumor and mystery surrounding this promotion, click here

Did you ever redeem your wrappers for a free Tootsie Pop?

Sunday, November 6, 2011

Virginia/Mountain Speech #4


aggravatinists--"That rooster is the aggravatinists thing when he starts crowing at 4 am every morning!"  (most aggravating)

aspell--"I am going to sit with you aspell and do a bit of knitting." (awhile)

yander--"Why, those folks just live right over yander!"  My grandpa used to say this all of the time and I always wanted to be just like Grandpa, so of course, I started repeating it.  My mom would get so mad and tell me to STOP saying that because "yander" is not even a word!  (yonder)

backards--"Did you get dressed in the dark this morning?  You have your shirt on backards!" (backwards)

bub--"The light bub on the porch has burned out again."  (bulb)

chimley--"Santa always brings me great presents when he comes down the chimley."  I still say "chimley" rather than "chimney"!

cut on the light--"It sure is dark in here, please cut on the light."  I still use this one all of the time. (turn on the light)

trim a pencil--"The lead in my pencil just broke.  I am going to look for a pencil trimmer."  I never realized that this was the least bit strange until a co-worker looked at me like I was nuts! (pencil sharpener)

druthers--"If I had my druthers, I would always eat a piece of pie before I would eat mustard greens!"  (rather)

dreen--"If you would dreen the water out of those pinto beans, we could go ahead and start cooking them."  (drain)

eat a bait--"He came over for dinner and laws, he did eat a bait of food!"  (eat large quantities)

getting your dander up--"You don't have to get your dander up, I'll make more cookies." (upset)


If I had my druthers, I would stay home from work tomorrow!

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

Onion Pie

3 pounds onions                          salt & pepper
butter                                           4 slices crisp bacon
3 eggs, beaten                            1/2 cup grated cheese
1 pint cream                                 pie pastry for 2 crust 9" pie

Fry sliced onions in butter until golden.  Beat eggs and cream and add to onions.  Season.  Pour into pastry lined pie plate, sprinkle with  bacon and cheese, cover with top crust and seal.  Bake at 350F for 1 hour until top crust is light brown.

This pie is wonderfully filling and very tasty!    I use heavy whipping cream and yellow onions, but I am sure that you could use your favorite type of onion.