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Thank God for moms!

Joy and Nancy The old statement about a girl’s relationship with her mother goes something like this. Age 6 – "I love mommy" Age 16 – "I am so over my mom" Age 36 – "My mom was right" Age 66 – "I miss my mom" Most of us can identify with one if not all of these stages. I am lucky I was at the front of the line when mothers were passed out. My mom has at times been my best friend, biggest cheerleader and kind critic. We have had our outbursts like any mother and daughter, but for most of my 70 years, my mother has been the first person I have turned to in good times and bad. And for the past two years Joy has been my housemate. When COVID was cutting a swathe through New York and New Jersey I talked my mom into moving across the country to Montana. I thought I could keep her in a safer bubble out here. I expected the idea of a sudden road trip to get some pushback. Instead, she packed an overnight bag and she and her shepherd rescue, Bucket, piled into the back seat for the cross country trek. The trip was one of the great gifts of my life. As we headed West, Joy started talking about her young married life in Indiana, how she and my father would spend long weekends in Chicago, what it was like to grow up poor in Omaha, and the excitement of piling into the family car in 1935 aiming for Puyallup, Washington and the promise of a job for her father. Every stretch of the highway seemed to spark her memory and stories I had never heard. A generation later I would share my geographically sparked memories from my life with my children and watch as they were now creating their memories…the memories that link one generation of motherhood to another.Wishing you a wonderful Mother's Day weekend! Nancy

International Women's Day

I have suffragette blood coursing in my veins…literally.  On a table in my bedroom sits a photo of two women – one younger with soft curls, sitting in a wooden wheelbarrow and another, older and stern looking woman, standing behind her.

Small Town Christmas

The magic of a small town Montana Christmas There is glitz and glamour with the lighting of the Christmas trees in Washington DC and  Rockefeller Center in New York.  I have seen both in person and for me, while they are spectacular, neither event holds the sheer joy and anticipation...

Changing Routines

Today. for the first time in a long time, I changed things up. I always get up early  and tend to dogs, cats, and horses, do some paperwork and head into the shop.  But this morning the air was crisp like that perfect Fall apple The Beartooth  mountains had fresh...

SPRING IS POPPING AT THISTLE CREEK

I drove down from the ranch yesterday through a wet (and badly needed) six inches of snow. I was so happy to see the mountains decorated in their spring icing and wondered how much snow would be in the valley and in town. No surprise that as I descended from...

thistle creek 2.0

When I opened thistle creek in June 2020 the entire nation was in turmoil. Established stores were closing, most of us were staying home and when we did venture out we were masked and wary. Certainly, on paper, this was no time to open a brick and mortar store in...

SPRING RHUBARB GIN FIZZ

Spring Rhubarb Fizz recipe.

WHAT COULD GO RIGHT...

When we jumped at the idea of opening a home goods store in downtown Big Timber in May, I don’t think we could have imagined that we would open our doors on June 15, 2020. COVID had yet to tear through the state of Montana and life on most Montana...

Shopping Local

If there is one gift or opportunity that could arise out of this COVID-19 pandemic it may be that people are increasingly turning to their own backyards and local communities as places to spend their money. While we are all dealing with the complexities of a global economy, there is...