The Old Folks Home

[dsqard]

You have to admit, who wouldn't love to see this on their table?

(well other than SCG?)

 

[hennible]

I guess I am the odd ball. My parents never show us any love or encouragement and they truely believed in corporal punishment. Knocking teeth out and breaking arms were the norm in our house. I was the only one to go to therapy so that I could be a better parent and show my kids love and encouragement! It was not an easy path but I tried.
My children are very loving parents and they are happy and pretty well adjusted so I guess it did help. Not of my siblings would even risk raising any children. 
I am not looking for sympathy I am just sharing. 

Thanks for sharing

 

[Highcotton]

I read somewhere that you can also "steal" a swarm, at least with some bees. Don't really remember how that was suppose to work, but it's possible to attract them to an empty hive.

You can steal a swarm of honeybees. If you set a vacant hive with frames in it near other hives when the weather starts warming up in the Spring and one of the nearby hives produces a swarm they will like likely populate the vacant hive. If a hive is over crowded you can divide it by taking a frame with honey and brood with a queen cell on it and move it and a couple of frames with honey and brood on them. You can tell a hive is overcrowded by looking for new queen cells on the brood frames. The queen cell will be much larger than the other cells and it will be drawn out from the other cells. It looks something like a peanut in the shell. Be sure the find the old queen and leave her in the old hive. Provide food in the form of sugar water similar to hummingbirds to both hives in a bee feeder that is inserted into the entrance of the hive.

You can also capture a swarm if you are lucky enough find one. They should be pretty docile when they are swarming. You may see one on a limb. If so take a vacant hive and put a second hive body on it and place it under the limb and gently cut the limb off and place it in the hive and place the top on the hive and seal the entrance until you get the hive where you want it. Set up the hive on the base, open the entrance and feed the bees and keep a feeder in place until they are established.

The links below will provide additional information. Dadant has been providing bees and supplies for many decades. Southwest Georgia around Hahira (Hay Hira, You may recognize the name from the old Ray Stevens song about the Shriners convention) has been providing package bees and queens for many decades also.

Below are some useful links.

http://www.worldofbeekeeping.com/free-kit/
http://www.dadant.com/
http://www.americanbeejournal.com/
https://www.kelleybees.com/
http://www.gabeesupply.com/
http://gabees.com/

 

[chickadoodles]

You have to admit, who wouldn't love to see this on their table?


(well other than SCG?)

Very pretty!

 

[Cynthia12]

Wow, looks as though a lot of us were brought up with less than a desirable upbringing, and guess what? I am one of those. Won't get into it, but yes..SCG..going through what I did for sure made me who I am today...nothing like them! Oh I see some things come out once in a while that will remind me of my mother, but it isn't a really bad things, just a mannerism I suppose. I loved my mom. Didn't know my real dad real well until my later married years..couldn't stand my stepfather. Also very happy that I had the chance to move out ~ waaay out from the area that I was brought up in. My stepdad is still alive, my mom has passed. My grandmother is the one that probably held things together for me as a child. I loved loved her! My only good childhood memories come from being at her home in VA. Chickens, she had chickens. lol.. But I can remember her singing, playing that organ, holding me on her lap. I really felt loved in her home. At least I had that much growing up.
Now, I am the one that grabs up the kids when they walk into the door. Our youngest son brings home his girlfriend, and she gets a hug. So, one day they were talking about that at her home, and the next thing our son knows is, here comes her parents with their arms out.... saying..Austin, so good to see you. lol.. he just started laughing...but they said, it's a good thing to hug. Yep.

 

[chickadoodles]

Yes our upbringing does make us who we are. I left home when I was 13 just could not take anymore. But I still loved my family. And I spent the last 12 years of my parents life taking care of them till the end. My parents both said they could not believe it wound up being me. lol
I do miss them. I loved my grandmother dearly she was the only one who did actually love me. I guess I am like you Cynthia I hug all the kids and grandkids and and all the DIL or SIL's and love them all dearly and fiercely they all know it!

 

[superchemicalgirl]

Peep, SCG has confided in me she is completely anti-VD so no heartsy quilts although I sent her a free pattern to use if she wanted.

I've contemplated making it... since it will use up those awful pink scraps I have from something my sister sent me. But it'll have to be after I finish up the irish in me.



I'm glad that we're all able to share on here, and, for the most part, not significantly messed up.

Just one more thing that so many of us on this thread have in common...

 

[Wisher1000]

I am hesitant to tell you all about my childhood.

It was WONDERFUL!

I was the youngest of four. My parents were loving and strict and gave us everything we needed and much of what we wanted. I was truly fortunate. My parents were well off, financially, but worked hard for their money (not old money.)

Dad worked his way up from floor sweeper to chemical engineer at a paper mill, and Mom was a secretary/clerk/stenographer at Goodrich Tire. They taught us to work for what we want, be kind and generous, but not to trust to the point of being gullible.

I never heard my father raise his voice in anger, to anyone, although he applied a belt to our butts as needed (which was not often.) We kids were never allowed to argue, much less fight, and disputes were handled democratically. Dad was tough and I would pity anyone who messed with him or anyone else he felt needed defending. He loved fiercely and there was never any doubt that he had our backs. I never saw him fight, but heard stories from his brothers from when he was young. My brother and I had to keep Dad from getting in a car and driving five hours to meet my sister's husband when she left him. It wasn't that we thought Dad would get hurt, we were worried that he would end up in prison.

Mom was the one that brought culture to the family. Her father was a university professor and they were comfortable when she was young. She made sure we appreciated our reputations, educations, appearances, and social standings. She taught that to Dad, too. He was a farm boy, she was a town girl. The biggest complaint I had as a child and teen was that I was not allowed to do the things my friends could like stay out late, hang with the crowd, and ride the roads. Guess what, my kids don't do those things, either. I remember hearing my friends talking about fights with siblings, wild parties, drunk parents, etc. and thought, "That's weird!" But I learned, as I matured, that my upbringing was the weird one and that most of my friends' were more like those shared here.

I work hard at doing as good a job at raising my own children as my parents did in raising us. They were a tough act to follow. If I do half as well, my kids will be blessed.

 

[LindaB220]

Amberjem, you're killing me. Instead of wasting your post by waving to see if anyone wil answer, why not just tell us about your day? You have some very interesting ideas out there. But the waving ......not so much.

 

[perchie.girl]

I was once told, "you learn what you live" people get their parenting skills from their own experiences, good or bad. It took me a while to learn this.

My mom is the queen of Oh, really, you are getting rid of that ****** already? Must be nice to be rich.

She was so poor every penny she got was like gold. Dad spoiled us crazy and it's taken me a long time to make her see I don't waste as much as she thinks I do.
But no matter what she says, I know who I am.

I need that on a T shirt.....

But then Id have to essplain what it means..... Thats where i get in trouble.

deb