Don’t you just love small towns?/´╗┐Oviedo,Florida


On a recent visit to Oviedo, Florida to see my childhood friend, Thelma McFarland Taylor, we went into town. And what a fun little town is it. Beautiful feathered chickens of all colors run around everywhere. The reason I’ve been told is that when they tore down an old building that used to be a restaurant in which they used its own eggs it distroyed the little chicken coop too. Well, they all felt so bad that the leaders of the town allowed the chickens to remain as honorary citizens and the eggs they lay are in lieu of paying taxes, I guess. So roam they do. Oviedo has antique shops, second hand stores, tea rooms and even a Panera Bread. So our afternoon was full of shopping and eating. We came home with bright red dishes that were so cheap I couldn’t pass them up! Thelma and I neither one need more dishes, but how could we resist!! Well, we didnt!

Here is a recipe from one of the Tea Rooms there.


PS. Maybe I shouldn’t have chosen the chicken soup off the menu but I’m sure they didn’t use any of the  chickens that walk around town!! ­čś│

My Lost Dishes, Found Again/And Baked Chicken



Several years ago I had a garage sale. I had moved from a house with a large kitchen and lots of cabinets to a house with a much smaller kitchen and fewer cabinets!! Sounds crazy but all the other amenities were perfect for us at the time and it came with a garage full of cabinets to put all my extra dishes and appliances in. This I did immediately with the help of my good friend, Dianne Corn. She was so patient as I cried when I realized just how small this new kitchen was. We carried load after load out to that garage till we could actually see the floor and counter when we finished.

I inherited from my mother, Anna Lee Brevard, the love of dishes, all colors and shapes. And I must add that I do use them. I like having theme dinners, and the dishes to go along with that are a must. I even have Italian dishes and French blue ones. And let’s not forget the Christmas dishes and the ones for Thanksgiving and Easter. I even use those candy basket bowls any chance I get, which I wrote about in an earlier blog, dated February 11, 2015. ┬áSo you can see how excited ┬áI was to find at a salvage store these precious dishes that represented all the months of the year. The tea cups and saucers, which were so dainty,┬áwere perfect for the little tea parties I like to have with my granddaughters . These dishes had the month flower on each and were trimmed in gold with the name of the month on each one. There were enough to serve twelve quests, a good number for me. Any less and I would have to cut out too many people.

As time went on and I unpacked more things it became apparent that we needed to have a yard sale. My sweet Linda McKinnie Blake was living with me full time by now so she and another good friend, Bea Chadburn who worked for the same foster care agency I did, decided to help me get rid of all these extra things in the garage. Glasses and cups that didn’t match anything and odd plates and bowls that needed to go. Extra lids that went to nothing and old coffee pots we didn’t need anymore. Headboards that didn’t have all the right pieces. Well, at the end of the day the garage looked so much better and we didn’t even remember what all had been in there. A day well spent.

Till I noticed the box missing that held those sweet little month dishes. We looked everywhere. In the midst of our spirited selling frenzy, we had sold those dishes. Well, like anything not really worth crying over, I felt bad for a minute and let it go. It’s not like I don’t still have plenty of other dishes. Right?

As the year was turning into fall, Linda entered into her freshman year at the East Ridge High School and joined the ROTC program. She was a natural at this and loved the discipline they offered.

A new girl soon joined the group. She was from out of town and didn’t know anyone. Linda, having been in the foster care system for more years than she wanted to remember, immediately came to this girls rescue. ┬áShe invited her over for dinner and to spend the night. She helped her make new friends ┬áand introduced her to the teachers and to the school secretary who always made special ┬átime for Linda. This girl’s father was in the Army and was gone a lot. So it wasn’t too long before Linda and I were invited to have dinner at their house and to have a ┬ámother and daughter shopping trip.

Linda and I arrived early so we could help with the meal and still have time for shopping. The girl’s mother was very nice and happy to meet us. They moved here from Texas and were anxious to get to know Chattanooga. Linda and I promised to be their guides and we were. This had been a hard move for them. Not only leaving their friends behind but moving into a much smaller house in not especially the best part of town.

They had everything ready for dinner except for setting the table. They announced that since we were the first company they had since arriving, they wanted to use their best dishes. As they handed us the plates to put around the table in their tiny kitchen, they proceeded to tell us about a yard sale they went to when they first arrived in town and how proud they were of these dishes. Linda and I just looked at each other without saying a word. We knew they were our lost dishes that weren’t meant to be sold, and to make very sure we looked for the little chip on the month of April and right there by the A on the left side was the missing piece! But we knew these dishes now had found a new home. People who loved and appreciated them as much as we did.

Isn’t it ┬ástrange how life comes full circle sometimes? Even on the smallest of things like a set of twelve monthly dishes? Maybe Linda and I were the answer to their prayers of loneliness and these sweet little dishes made us all smile. We never told them this story.

They fixed us baked chicken, mashed potatoes and green beans. I don’t have her recipe for the chicken, ┬áso I will share Linda’s recipe.