Monthly Archives: May 2013

The Irish Lady Chalk Paint Furniture


Thomasville began in 1904 as Thomasville Chair Company later becoming the Thomasville Furniture Company we know today.   Just by chance, I picked up a chest at an estate sale originating from the Thomasville Chair Company so I decided to use Annie Sloan chalk paint.   I chose red with gold leaf accent.  Here are the before and after photos:

Before, in the garage, awaiting some tender love and care…

After, in my booth at Hermann’s, awaiting a new home…

To the right are white chalk paint accent tables with cain bottoms and glass tops.  You may notice the pair of upholstered chairs.  I picked these up at the same estate sale because they were heavy and made so well with I believe a solid white oak frame.  You can see the latest Irish Lady Antiques at:

Hermann’s Antique Mall

Downtown Brenham

213 West Alamo Street

Brenham, Texas  77833



What’s New At Hermann Furniture?


Take a look at what’s new at Hermann Furniture.

Arthur Court Jewelry…From serving pieces that adorn your table to lovely jewelry to adorn you.


Festive Decor and Paper Goods for any celebration…Independence Day, weddings, picnics, showers, and all sorts of merry makings.


Totes for travel, shopping and everyday things even insulated totes to keep things cool in the  heat.


Come See What Else Is New At…

Hermann Furniture

213 West Alamo Street

 Brenham, TX 77833

(979) 836-7231



The Pigeon


Usually,  I associate pigeons with city life and the parking lots that make up most of the landscape not allocated for buildings.  Instead, my pigeon decided to come to the country where there are no other pigeons and many other birds that would love to prey upon any defenseless city dweller that encroaches their territory.  There was purpose in the destination the pigeon chose, but I didn’t fully understand why until a few days later.

There have been many things that have come to my yard including abandoned,  soon to be  momma  cats  that need a safe place to have a litter.  This is comical to my friends and family because I have no affinity for cats or even birds other than live and let live.    For the few animals who make their presence known to me,  by coming to my kitchen door,  I pay attention and somehow the two of us manage to communicate.  The pigeon came to my back porch and eventually to the door.   It needed help and all I know to do is give food, water and protection from predators.  Each night the pigeon slept on the lowest eve of the porch and then during the day she stayed as close as possible to the door and porch.  Eventually, I held her in my hands and it cooed and I talked and sang to her.  She had a mate that perched upon the roof, watching and observing the care she received.  I meant to take photos of him.  He stayed with us for  several days until we had our roof replaced which is another story about the storms of  life and the bumps and bruises that happen.

On her last day with me, she perched in the water bowl I set out for her and seemed alert.   A few hours after this photo, I noticed her mate right beside her on the ground.   My pigeon must have had some bumps and bruises that I couldn’t see.  She was dying.   Curiously, her last breath occurred with her neck stretched upwards.  Her fellow pigeon stayed near her so I left her for a few hours so that he could grieve.   I wrapped her in a cloth and buried her next to Reba (my chicken).

After hanging out on top of the chicken coop, the mate made his way into the chicken run and eventually inside the chicken coop.  I feel guilty because I didn’t know if this was a healthy situation for the chickens and the girls didn’t care much for the intrusion so I kept chasing him out of their domain.  When the roofers came,  and stayed for three days,   he left and hasn’t come back.  There are some who believe that animals will not be with us in eternity.  God does not specifically say in His Word that our pets will be with us in Heaven or not.   However, the scripture says, “Look at the birds of the air: they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they?” (Matthew 6:26)

Death has been knocking all around me these past years enough to get me to tally all the losses.  Counting from my earliest recollection:  My young uncle who died in a fishing accident, my grandfather,  my young uncle due to medical malpractice,  my brother who was killed by a drunk driver,  my mother to cancer,  my sister to cancer,  my uncle to old age and there were others in between who meant much to me and others.  Their absence from this life still causes me to grieve.

Death has become a part of me so much so that I can say that I understand and embrace the hope of  Heaven beyond my own understanding.  There are many religions that promise different things in the after life.  Yet, there is no other religion that gives us the hope of eternity shared with our loved ones as was revealed to John and promised to us as believers:

Then I saw a new heaven and a new earth, for the first heaven and the first earth had passed away, and the sea was no more.  And I saw the holy city, new Jerusalem, coming down out of Heaven from God, prepared as a bride adorned for her husband.  And I heard a loud voice from the throne saying, “Behold, the dwelling place of God is with man.  He will dwell with them, and they will be his people, and God himself will be with them as their God. He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore, for the former things have passed away.”  And He who was seated on the throne said, “Behold, I am making all things new.”  Also he said, “Write this down, for these words are trustworthy and true.”  Revelation 21:1-5

One sure fact that we all face is D-E-A-T-H.   Atheists, Agnostics and all believers of any religion will die.  There is no escaping it.    The question we must ask  is, “If there is an eternity, where will I spend it?”

 For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him shall not perish, but have everlasting life.  John 3:16

Fried Apples And Biscuits


This is a favorite breakfast around my house during the hotter months because it’s light.    My guys don’t like to eat a heavy breakfast before working in the hot sun.    To confess, I have my own biscuit recipe but Bisquick is quick, easy and I still knead and roll out the dough just like my own.

Fried Apples


4         Large Gala Apples

1 1/2 Cups Brown Sugar

1 1/2 Stick Butter With Salt


Wash, core and slice apples thin and place in a skillet.  Slice Butter and place on top of apples.  Add the brown sugar and turn on to medium heat.  Let apples cook, stirring occasionally.   There will be a fair amount of liquid that forms as apples soften.  When the apples are completely soft or no longer opaque remove from heat and serve over biscuits.


Biscuits are made from Bisquick mix;  just follow directions on box.  Tip:  Always stir dry ingredients before adding liquids.  These are light, non-greasy biscuits that cook very quickly so start checking  at around six minutes.

My Aunt Madge and Uncle Lee, One Without The Other


A few weeks ago, on my way to Round Top, I called my Aunt Madge;  and,  the love of her life, her completeness, her best friend and lover, her life long companion for sixty-nine years and my beloved Uncle Lee  answered the phone.   He chatted away asking me if I had made the canned green tomatoes that he enjoys so much.   He sure would appreciate me bringing him some pickled green tomatoes.  Yes, he sure did love them and life and children and grandchildren and the greats and the great greats and My Aunt Madge, exclusively,  for a few months shy of seven decades.

My Uncle Lee served his country in the Navy during World War II.  He came home and raised two children and more generations along the way.  He was a Mason, a Shriner and an Elk.  Most of all he was the love of my Aunt Madge’s life and she was his.   My husband and I have tried to model our marriage after theirs.  After all, they have stood the test of time, they stood with us when we were married practically giving us away themselves by hosting our wedding at their lodge and cooking for days so that our guests would be served the best barbecue in Texas.   It was no easy feat.

Everywhere she was he was standing beside her helping and loving everyone that came in contact with them.  When you spoke with her on the phone, the conversation was with both of them.  He would echo in the background completing her sentences and adding to the stories or the treasured advice they would share if you asked.  He was the tall dark-haired handsome man who only needed her and his family.   The measure of the man was his love of God, his wife and family.  That was all he ever needed and it was everything that made the man more than himself.

When I spoke with my Aunt Madge, she never mentioned herself or how she would cope.  Her faith in God is amazing.  She said she pictured my Uncle Lee with one of her grandsons, who had been called home way before his time.  They are in Heaven getting ready for the rest of us while laughing and catching up on lost time.    One of her favorite scriptures is, “In my Father’s house are many mansions: if it were not so, I would have told you.  I go to prepare a place for you.”   Her words were noble and praiseworthy; trusting in God who she knows so well.  All the people she had come in contact over the past few days in the hospital and while making arrangements for his burial,  she appreciated and praised their efforts.  Her neighbors and family who are beside her were her concerns.  She never mentioned herself, not once.

My Aunt Madge took time in her grief to give me words of encouragement to tell me to hold strong to my marriage.  That most marriages end because one or the other spends too much, to enjoy life and not worry about the material things because nothing, nothing at all, can be taken with you.  She wanted me to hear that loud and clear.  She said I have a good husband.  We are doing a good job.  I just wept.   How can someone stand so firm at such a time?

Hubert Lee Langston, Sr., was eighty seven years old, married Fanny Madge Collins sixty-nine years ago.  Together, they have a son and a daughter and five grandchildren, eight great grandchildren, numerous great greats.    His latest goal was to make it to seventy years with his best friend.   His legacy is to love all others before yourself.

Uncle Lee, well done, thy good and faithful servant.  To God be the glory!

The Pineapple Mexican Wedding Cake


This is the all time most searched on the web and most read post on The Irish Lady blog so here it is again and worth every bite of it.

Scrumptious AND  E and Z is what this cake is!   So easy, just dump, stir, pour, bake and frost.  I made mine in a To Go container to take to my sister.  Favorite cake, is putting it mildly for her.    She can eat the whole thing and loves it.   Happy Birthday,  sister!

Cake Ingredients:

2    Cups Flour

2    Cups Sugar

2     Teaspoons Baking Soda

1  1/2  Cup Pecans

2      Eggs

2      Teaspoons Vanilla

1       Can Crushed Pineapple (20 ounces)


Preheat oven t0 350 degrees.  Spray 9X13 pan  or a bundt pan with cooking spray.   Add all ingredients and mix by hand.  Pour into pan and bake for 40 minutes for the 9 x 13 or 50 minutes for the bundt pan.  Cake will spring back when touched in the center.   Cool completely and frost with cream cheese frosting or just buy some if you are really in a hurry.

Frosting Ingredients:

1        Package Cream Cheese (8 ounces)

1         Cup Sugar

1         Stick Butter (1/2 cup)

1          Teaspoon Vanilla


Blend well with hand mixer until frosting is creamy and not sticking to the beaters.  It creams more as you beat it so don’t go to far because it becomes runny.