Two Kids And a Garden Tractor


Today was one of those days I will hold in my heart forever. I had two strong willed kids that love to pretend at my house. It was a day for plowing and seeing who was going to be the driver of all things that move. McKenzie aka my Little Peaches was doing a lot of button pushing on Little Dude’s tractor and I was OK with that until she figured out how to get it to go. That thing is too dangerous for her to drive herself. Her mother usually hops on the thing and they go around the yard but she had to work today so that was not an option. IMG_1102

They climbed on Papa’s garden tractor and you can see it is always safety first with Peaches.


There was quite a discussion on who was going to drive. You can see who won. I mean would you argue with that?


It took her a few minutes to study the controls but after that Little Dude had complete confidence in her. Oh the places they went and the giggles that in sued.


Just look at her backing up. Now that takes skill.


Can you tell which one of them had the bath after all that work?

Today I say thank you God for my grandkids and the parents that don’t let them sit in front of a television screen or gaming system. The world is theirs to explore and pretend. Someday Little Dude will tell Peaches about the day he let her drive and she will laugh and laugh. He will say it is because she was spoiled and she will know in her heart he is right.She will always love him for that and he will always love her because she needs him. That is what big boy cousins do.

Blessing everyone.

In The Beginning

kids at the fair 001I have had a few people comment on my new blog header so I thought I would give you a little background on it.Starting on the left is my daughter Brooke,she is a kindergarten teacher.Next is my nephew Josh,a foreman at a steal foundry.Beside him is my niece Jami,she is a dental hygienist and last but not least is my son Jared.I really can’t explain his job very well.He works for a large hotel managing people there.Brooke and Jared are my two oldest kids and Jami and Josh are my sister Linda’s kids.When we were raising them we were always together.They went to the same church school growing up and went to the same sitter until we got out of work(Linda and I worked at the same plant) or were at one of our houses.They might as well have been brothers and sisters.I cut my teeth on Jami and Josh until Brooke and Jared came along and I love them just as much today as I did back then.

This picture was taken at the Sebewaing Sugar Festival many years ago.I remember worrying because it cost ten dollars to have it taken and then feeling better because Linda and I split the cost.I am so glad that we did it because I still love to look at the expressions on their faces.It was a Friday night after work and we always did something with the kids on Friday night.We would load them all up in the back seat of the car and go window shopping or get a movie to take home.This evening it was the festival and the kids were all excited.After walking the midway we would let them go on rides.Brooke always got sick and this evening was no different.She puked after she got off the ride right by the ticket place and Jami was so irritated.I had to scold my Jami and tell her she was lucky it wasn’t on the ride because she could have been wearing that mess.Then she would get sick of us having to round up Jared because you could never keep track of him unless you tied him up.He was always trying to run off.Jami was the proper one and the other three not so much.I knew it was hard for her because sometimes we would see some of her friends walking by and you never knew what Jared would do to embarrass you.Believe me when I tell you he had that ability.He once pulled her pants down in front of some boys they were talking to on the beach.I think she could have killed him that day.

I wonder if they know how much I love them all.I am so happy that I have had these kids in my life.They are all so different yet so precious.It makes me so happy when they see each other and I hope that it is always that way.I hardly ever see the cousins that are so precious to me now and I miss them at times.My wish is that my family takes the time to let their kids spend time with each other.As they know there is nothing like a cousin to have the most fun with.

Will Alexis teach McKenzie to say,”We must,we must,we must increase our bust.”like my cousin KayKay taught me and her sister Elaine?Will Cole and Alex be the guys that Collin thinks are the bomb?Will Madison and Peyton think that Tristen and Braydon are the cutest boys they have ever seen?I don’t know.I can only hope.They have many wonderful memories to make together and there is nobody like family better to do it with.Just don’t let anybody get their pants pulled down in the process.

Grandma Hahn Cousins And Drunk Drivers

kids8 001As a little girl I was a handful and I am the first to admit it.I loved my life when my Dad and Mom were a young couple.I guess we were very poor but I never knew it.Our life revolved around playing outside and waiting with everything in us for our cousins to arrive or for us to go to our cousins.When our dads were alive it was nothing to wake up in the morning and there our cousins would be sleeping on the floor, the couch, and with us in our bed.That was the best surprise ever.Here is a picture of my little sisters and our very favorite partners in crime.They were my Uncle Gin and Aunt Shirley’s kids.We were always together and some of my favorite times were playing with Gary,Dave,Harold,Mary,Scott and Chuckie.We must have been at a reunion or something because my cousin Paulie is in this picture too.

Gary and crew were as poor as us and so that meant not many toys but it didn’t matter because we had our imaginations and we used them every time we were together.We were always outside and the things we made up were a thing of beauty now that I look back.We built forts and we ate mulberries until I was sick in a bush behind the barn at Grandma Hahn’s.Then there were the home made games we came up with….

Drunk Drivers was one of our favorites.With a smaller kid hoisted up piggy back style over your shoulders they were the driver and the carrier was the car.We would say I am Chuck  or I am Gin.The little one up there really had no control as the car would run erratically around until you crashed with another kid.I think we got the idea from watching some of our Hahn family pull in the driveway because some of our uncles and even our dad drank.I would laugh hysterically with the crashing and it would go on until somebody got hurt and somebody ALWAYS got hurt.We had blood spilling more than once.I am surprised that a lot more didn’t happen to us because there was no such thing as tattling back then.If you went inside to squeal on someone more than likely you came out with a talking to because we were taught to make things right among ourselves and that was easy because we were all partnered up with our sisters and cousins.

We made houses under the front porch at Grandma Hahn’s.I don’t know how but we even had a stuffed chair under there and Gary,Linda, and I were putting the finishing touches on the place when Dave got the bright idea to start a fire.Linda and I tried to talk him out of it but he wouldn’t listen.Gary finally came to the rescue and put it out before we burned something down.Why oh why couldn’t we tattle!

ghahnlinda 001Grandma Hahn and Baby Linda

We would stand in the front yard and make semis honk at Grandma Hahn’s and one time she came running out because she was sure one of us got hit on the road.That was the one and only time I ever saw her mad.It wasn’t pretty.

She always asked us if we went caca.If you didn’t feel good that was always the problem and more than one time we had to line up in front of her and everybody got a teaspoon of castor oil.It was the cure for everything,well,that and going caca.She is the only person I have ever heard use that phrase to see if you went number two.

Grandma also had bandy chickens and we all hated them.They would chase you and they were always mean.Gary was probably six and I was seven when Gary caught one and tried to grind it up in a corn grinder we found in the barn.Of course it didn’t work and then I was afraid that Grandma was going to see that chicken because it’s neck wasn’t quite right.If my daughter Brooke ever caught my grandson doing that she’d have him signed up for therapy and put on a prayer chain for the criminally insane.

I know that it sounds like we were in bad shape back then but we weren’t.Our  big Hahn family was filled to over flowing with love.We learned how to survive and we created many memories.That time was hard but it was a blessing too.Yes,we were very poor but we have a legacy of family that I cherish.I don’t see my cousins that often but when I do it is like time stood still.I turned around in Menards one day and there was my cousin Gary and the first thing he did was wrap me around in a big old bear hug with Lizzie coming out of his lips.We both lost our dads to tragedy before we saw double digits in our age but that isn’t what I remembered.I remembered a cousin that was like a brother to me and a game of drunk drivers played by little Christian cousins.I hope our grandkids know how blessed we were in many ways and no matter what family is family in good times and bad.Our dads were taken from us but they left us with that feeling of love.I believe they got that from their mother so to all of my Hahn family I thank you and to God I say I am grateful.This isn’t saying I want my grandkids to ever know what the game of drunk drivers means,but to a little girl with a band of cousins and sisters it sure was a lot of fun to play.