playing in university.

Now, pretty much zero.

This game was on; I suffered thru the last couple plays and I even called bogus refereeing while not really paying attention.

Hi darlin'!
How you be?
Luv 'n' stuff!
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I could name any Super Bowl matchup of the '70s, LOL. But I haven't paid a lot of attention since. However Trevor is always astute - and funny - so I figured some would be interested.

And I'm feeling kinda under the weather, tried a walk in at the doctor's tonight, but they couldn't see me till 7, and that's when I had to be elsewhere. We're expecting yet another bad storm tomorrow, so it's up in the air whether I can get out. I'm hoping it doesn't reach you! That's one reason I actually thought of moving where my grandmother was in NC - Black Mountain is a great town, big on the arts, lots to do - and their mayor was a Democratic woman of color.

Hot chicken soup and mb a little schnapps for medicinal purposes.

Saying a prayer for you to feel better right quick.

May get an inch of snow. That had better be it. This is one of the dumbest winters in a while. The weather experts predicted a warmer than usual winter. Hogwash.

Although---NC has the best of three worlds. Coast, Thee Triad!, Mountains. I know you know. 😉

Ponder on it!

Much love,

I did stock up on soup - though I did learn from my mother how to make chicken soup - for somebody else!

And I know what an inch of snow is like in NC! I can remember folks on the roads locking their brakes and calling in to the retirement community where my grandmother lived. I'm not a very brave driver in bad weather, though folks there freaked out at a "dusting" that wouldn't have bothered me. My cousin went to school there - and stayed - so I asked her what she did when it snowed - and she said that they just wait for it to melt! And she had a pretty essential job, was an RN at a major hospital in Asheville!

But I do know what you mean. My grandmother still felt at home there because there was still "a change of seasons." And it is beautiful country, mountain views right near the Blue Ridge Parkway.

And thanks so much for your kindness - I need all the thoughts and prayers I can get to endure winter in the North Country. Last year we had nor'easters through the month of March!

Saturday. Chicken, made always with the feet. She'd buy a fresh chicken that needed some quill plucking and pulling out gizzards, etc. I made her save me the stomach from the soup. My aunt wanted the neck. 😄

She'd serve a bowl every night with homemade noodles, 'rizanki'. A vignette about my grandfather. We called grandfathers 'Diddi'--an aberration of Dzedo, grandfather in Slovak. We lived in Baba's three family house above her. Our front halls were connected and when it was warm we'd leave our doors open. We knew when Diddi was having his soup bc of too much pepper he always used and so the chain sneezing would start. 😆

Those were the days. More innocence, trusting, no mind games. What do we all have now.

Love you!

My Babci came from Poland! She came all by herself except for a friend at age 15, sent money and supplies home for the rest of her life, lived to 80, though she never went home again.

She made Polish chicken soup - which I can pronounce, but not spell! My mother's first language was Polish, though she was born here. She and her sister went to special classes after school to learn to read and write Polish. It's really too bad that I never learned since my mother was obviously fluent - I know words, mostly polite sayings, food terms that I learned from my Babci - and certain swear words that I learned from riding in the car with my mother, LOL.

My Babci was a wonderful cook and baker, made everything from scratch and never used any recipes. My mother was never an enthusiastic cook, though she made good pies, I just wish I had learned. And Slovak is quite similar, from what I understand my great grandfather spoke 5 languages, including Slovak, and taught children secretly in his basement. Where they lived was under Russian occupation. My Babci was a very sweet person, loved everybody - except she had no love for the Russians!

Both sets grandparents came from Carpathian Mountain region of Czechoslovakia.

I understood them when they spoke, but never learned to speak fluently.

Our church Slavonic is different than ordinary Slovak. Which is a bit of a more complex addition. I have difficulty with English. 😆

Funny, I had a feeling you were to say you had Polish or Slavic heritage!

"Dobre noç!" 😴 [Spelling and accent mark may be off a tad!😊]

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And when I asked if she's Polish, she said she's Slovak, so I know that the language has to be similar.

When I was a kid and my Babci lived with us for awhile, I could understand her - but like these things go, I lost a lot of it, since I'm not hearing it anymore.

And this is very cool! Yes, we do have that connection. And though I know words, I never learned to read or write it, but I completely understood what you wrote! Thanks so much! I can say it, but had to look up the spelling - dziękuję bardzo! And dobre noç to you!

Dziękuję, paní!

Nitey nite! 💙