Song for Sunday: The Caissons Go Rolling Along

Veteran's Day is tomorrow. 

My father served in the army. He was a Vietnam era vet, though he never saw action. I was born on the army base at Ft. Leonard Woods, MO. So the army is the military branch I connect to most easily. But I post this Song for Sunda, which has been in my head this week, in honor of all U.S. veteran's of every branch. May God richly bless you all!!

The Caissons Go Rolling Along

(The Army's Official Song)

Over hill, over dale
As we hit the dusty trail,
And the Caissons go rolling along.
In and out, hear them shout,
Counter march and right about,
And the Caissons go rolling along.

Then it's hi! hi! hee!
In the field artillery,
Shout out your numbers loud and strong,
For where'er you go,
You will always know
That the Caissons go rolling along. 

In the storm, in the night,
Action left or action right
See those Caissons go rolling along
Limber front, limber rear,
Prepare to mount your cannoneer
And those Caissons go rolling along.

Then it's hi! hi! hee!
In the field artillery,
Shout out your numbers loud and strong,
For where'er you go,
You will always know
That the Caissons go rolling along. 

Was it high, was it low,
Where the heck did that one go?
As those Caissons go rolling along
Was it left, was it right,
Now we won't get home tonight
And those Caissons go rolling along.

Then it's hi! hi! hee!
In the field artillery,
Shout out your numbers loud and strong,
For where'er you go,
You will always know
That the Caissons go rolling along.
That the Caissons go rolling along.
That the Caissons go rolling along.

                   ~Brigadier General E. L. Gruber
         (I guess it is now "The Army Goes Rolling Along" , but this is what it was when my father
           served.)

Thank You, Veterans!!!

Apple Gravy

This is a savory gravy for meat or potato or savory pancakes. I made the recipe up because I wanted to include a cooked apple in my dinner last night. I'm like that.


Boil a cored apple (I put mine in with the potatos and onions) until soft.

Meanwhile: Combine about 3 cups of chicken broth with about a cup of flour and cook over medium heat, wisking constantly. Add about a teaspoon of raw sugar (or granulated sugar, if you prefer) and about a tablespoon of brown sugar.

Remove the skin from the boiled apple and add the flesh to the chicken broth mixture. Stir constantly until all is well combined.

Sorry for all the approximations. I don't measure much.

My family liked this. It might need something to bring out the flavor a bit more or sharpen it up. Lemon juice maybe?


Let me know if you try it.

What new recipes do you have to share?

Getting Going Again

I seem to have taken an unintentional break from blogging. For the last three weeks my only posts have been my weekly "Song for Sunday" ones. I am not quite sure how that happened. Too busy, I guess. Other things took priorty.

Actually, I have been too busy. I have been perpetually behind or just in time with things. Not everything gets done and writing has been one of the things pushed of the end. Better that than things that are more important. Busyness has made me rather stressed and at times, irritable, too. I need to pare back. One of the things I haven't had time for is figuring out what to give up. I have a bit of a breather this week, I think, so maybe then.

I have thought of blogs over the past few weeks and  things have been going on in the world, so I'll hit a few highlights.

I sold at my first Craft Fair. Just about broke even and have inventory leftover. Found out what sells. It was a good experience.

Hallowe'en has come and gone. It was one of those times that I wish I could split in two. I would have liked to have taken Jordan around while also greeting neighborhood kids at the door. Oh well. We had the light on when we weren't out trick or treating. Hopefully we didn't seem unfriendly for too long...

A 13 year old boy was shot because his toy guns looked real. My son was 13 when that happened. I get it. The cops were scared. We live in a world in which kids kill. Still, tragic beyond words. This is why we never allowed guns that looked too real at our house. I think it's one of those things where no one was really to blame. Just unimaginably painful.

A teacher was shot by a fourteen year old student. Horrifyingly sad. My son turned 14 yesterday. He seems so young. How does a 14 year old get to the point of planning a murder? Unfathomable.


Sigh.

As I said, my son turned 14 yesterday. We celebrated with family and friends and had a good time. He's growing up. On to new adventures.


So what's been happening with you?