Top: Tom and Baby Claude, Matthew ClaudeBottom: Claude Michael, James Thomas & Baby Thomas
I thought it would be appropriate to start my first post in tribute to all of the Claude’s that I have known. I have named our cove at the lake, Claude’s cove in honor of my grandfather…in namesake follows my brother, Claude Michael, nephew, Matthew Claude, and only in spirit I am calling our soon to be born grand-nephew, “Baby Claude”. We recently learned that ‘it’s a boy’ and it is a joyous time all around.
Now begins the task of wondering what to bestow him with from the tips of my fingers and the ideas in my head, a quilt? A piece of painted furniture? Something to wear? I’m not a knitter, so the baby bootz are out. Something will come to mind in investigation of his pending surroundings.
I also live in the house that Claude built. He bought the farm in the early 1940s and built a simple 900 square foot house and several outbuildings for farming purposes. He grew many crops, milked cows, raised chickens and had an ornery old mule that he worked in the field. I can still remember the smell of fresh butter coming from grandma Clara Bell’s churn. Yes, I do believe in ghosts, and they are with us every day comforting us along our way. Thank goodness and Thank God, we have a new generation on the way to play in the dirt, romp in the woods and listen to our stories of the good old days.
Now begins the task of wondering what to bestow him with from the tips of my fingers and the ideas in my head, a quilt? A piece of painted furniture? Something to wear? I’m not a knitter, so the baby bootz are out. Something will come to mind in investigation of his pending surroundings.
I also live in the house that Claude built. He bought the farm in the early 1940s and built a simple 900 square foot house and several outbuildings for farming purposes. He grew many crops, milked cows, raised chickens and had an ornery old mule that he worked in the field. I can still remember the smell of fresh butter coming from grandma Clara Bell’s churn. Yes, I do believe in ghosts, and they are with us every day comforting us along our way. Thank goodness and Thank God, we have a new generation on the way to play in the dirt, romp in the woods and listen to our stories of the good old days.
I have become a Claude Lover!!!
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LYMI,
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