A bushel and a peck

On Monday, we said goodbye to my Grandmom.

Mary Philomena Oberst would have been 100 years old next month. She was a strong, beautiful woman who expressed her love with pot roast, rice pudding, and unadorned advice.

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Typical Grandmom dealing with her grandkids. 

At 98, I would call her and she would ask how my “little dog was doing”. She remembered the birthday of every one of her seven children, 29 grandchildren, and nine great grandchildren — always sending a card and a few dollars.


My Grandmom and her sister Rita

My Grandmom didn’t show love with prolonged hugs or flowery declarations of affection. She showed love by taking care of her family. No matter what. I remember one Christmas, after all the gifts had been opened, I was sitting with her on the sofa and she looked at me and started humming an old song by Doris Day.

“I love you a bushel and a peck, A bushel and a peck and a hug around the neck, A hug around the neck and a barrel and a heap…” She stopped singing and looked toward the kitchen. “Let’s go put the monkey bread out for everyone.” She wasn’t a sappy woman, but she loved us all so much.


I could go on and on with story after story, attempting to paint a picture of my Grandmom. But honestly, she’d hate that. All I’ll say is that we all miss her very much and our family gatherings will never be the same.


I love you Grandmom. “I love you a bushel and a peck, You bet your purdy neck I do, A doodle oodle oh, A doodle oodle oodle oh doo…”

More Marquette Memories

We love summers in Marquette, Michigan. It’s cool, idyllic, and filled with memories, family, and fun. We spent 4th of July there this past week and it didn’t disappoint. Now, for a few pictures:



My sweet niece Natalie Beth and my sister-in-law Maria.


The evening light in the summers on Lake Superior. Nothing like it. 




The Salisbury ladies. Gorgeous! 


Matt and Natalie


One of the best culinary experiences: Babycakes Muffin Company. Legendary. 

Sister Saturday

I spent Saturday with the Little Sisters of the Poor. We walked all over DC visiting various sites that are special to their community. We visited their first home here in the district, where their community cared for recently freed slaves who had nowhere to go. We prayed. We walked. We visited their second home on H street where they cared for the elderly poor for one hundred years, relying on the generosity of others and the tenacity of their sisters who beg for food to feed their residents.  

It was hot, guys. We walked a lot.





It was a great, great day. One of the sisters is in her 80s. She walked 7 miles without stopping or falling behind. What a woman!


When I got home and flopped on the couch (where I remained the rest of the afternoon) I thought of that 80 year old sister and how she went home. And she didn’t rest. She got home and served dinner to the residents she cares for and then she helped them to bed.
I should hang out with those women more often. #squadgoals

An Afternoon At Mount Vernon

On Saturday, Matt and I were invited to a barbeque at a new friend’s house. They live about a minute away from George Washington’s Mount Vernon, so we decided to rent a car and spend some time at this historic place before going to the party.

We haven’t had a car since moving to the district, so having an excuse to jump in the car and explore the surrounding area was a refreshing change of pace.

The grounds are beautiful. I was instantly taken back to so many fun outings with my family when we lived near Williamsburg, Virginia. There were reenactors, guided tours, and ample space and exhibits to explore on our own.

Learning about all of the tasks and planning that went into running and maintaining a plantation of that size during the 18th century was humbling. We kept half joking about how lazy we are! Some pictures from our afternoon: